#larys strong x y/n
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Hi there! I have a request but if its too much for you please disregard. A Larys x wife reader where its not their first time together but larys feels that his wife is disgusted with his appearance so he gives her some sleeping tea so he can fuck her while shes in and out of consciousness and she cums several times
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x
Dark Larys Strong - Non Con, Non Con somnophilia. Drugged Sex
NSFW
Larys’ dark eyes watched you so peacefully sleep. The fire burning had the room filled with warmth. It was why the sheets were now pushed to your bare feet; it was becoming slightly too warm. The buttons of your nightdress had begun to unbutton themselves as you moved around in your deep, medicated sleep. A thought that Larys smirked at.
He knew this was wrong, so wrong. But he had never cared about that. All he wanted was you and now he would have all of you. He couldn’t stop himself now; his cock was hardening as his bare body brushed against your clothed one. You hummed; burrowing into his neck as you brushed against his twitching cock.
“Good girl..” He whispered sweetly into your ear. Larys leaned closer and moved his tongue over your bottom lip. A moan escaping him easily at such a small touch. Gods, he was pathetic, he thought as his groping became more intense. His desire took over fully but he was able to carefully unbutton the rest of your night dress.
Your soft, bare body was now fully on display. All for him to play with and take. His hands moved up your stomach; softly palming your ample breasts before he lent in. his hot tongue moved over your easily pebbling nipples as the sounds of pleasure still escaped you. He bit into your soft skin and chuckled. Your cries music to his ears and went straight to his cock.
His hand travelled down your soft body still; down your leg as he placed his cock in between your thighs. He chuckled darkly into your ear at the feel of your wetness dripping down onto him. “I knew you would enjoy this.” Larys hummed; brushing your noses together before passionately capturing your soft lips.
His tongue greedily opened your mouth; sucking on your own tongue as you wiggled in your sleep still. The light fight back had his cock twitching once more; brushing against your clit. His fingers moved into your locks once more as he brought you impossibly close against you. His heart was racing.
He nearly panted when he leaned away. His hand slowly moved down your body once more before slipping in between your legs. “So wet.” Larys purred into your ear; teasing you as if you could hear him. His fingers brushed against your clit and watched in delight as you still jolted. He pinched your clit in punishment.
Your reactions had him excited to do this again. A dark smile came over his face at the thought as two of his fingers slipped inside your weeping pussy. Despite your whimpers escaping you in protest, Larys worked you open, stretching you with his fingers as his thumb slowly circled your sensitive clit.
He moved his slender fingers deeper as his strokes on your clit only fastened. Larys wanted to overwhelm you with pleasure and that’s what he would do. His free hand moved to your soft breast and began to palm you once more. All the while soft whines of pleasure escaped your sweet lips.
“Cum for me..” Larys purred. He was sick, he knew it. He truly did not care. His lips were soon on you as you whined; eyes fluttering slightly which should of had him slowing down but Larys only fucked you faster. Your body brushing against his own. He pinched your nipple and watched you fall apart.
He rubbed faster on your clit. His fingers were completely soaked by you as you squirted. His dark chuckle ringing out in your ears as you lost consciousness once more; as if you were ever awake to begin with. It was difficult to tell. Not that Larys cared. He wasted no time in pushing his fat, hard cock into your weeping pussy.
“Hmm, so tight, little one.” Larys whispered into your ear. Slowly pushing in as you took his cock inch by inch. “Feel so fucking good.” He groaned; pressing his head onto yours as he slowly moved you onto your back. “Taking me so good.” The words easily fell from his lips without pause.
Your walls were already fluting around him as he slowly began to thrust. “Should just keep you like this, forever.” Larys purred; his thoughts becoming darker as he passionately captured your soft lips once more. “You are mine.” He nearly snarked; his hand snaked into your locks again and pulled.
His tongue found your own once more as your lips parted. His thrusts are quickening now. Larys hummed; nibbling on your bottom lip as his desire raced through him. Taking control of him completely. A whine was muffled by his own lips as his fat cock head pushed against your spongy spot.
A ring of cream came across his cock as your walls began to flutter around him once more. “Oh, you like this.” He purred into your ear; nibbling on your earlobe as his hips snapped. His hand reached for the headboard as he looked down and watched you. Those ample breasts bouncing as your face so prettily screwed up in pleasure.
He gently pushed deeper; the desire to breed you was overwhelming as his hand moved your leg over his shoulder. The new position had him hitting you just right. His hand roughly palmed your breasts once more as your eyes flashed open. “Fuck,” Your eyes widening and your body arching to him was enough to push Larys over the edge.
“Gods, so good..” Larys was near babbling as he leaned closer. Your whines echoing in his ears as your eyes rolled back. The tea took effect once more as his cum moved deep inside you, claiming you. He leaned in and passionately took your lips; tongues dancing once more as his hand began to mouth south.
Your weeping pussy was a joy for him to torment as he pinched your clit again and again. His fingers slipped with how soaked you were. Your walls clamped around him once more and your orgasm ripped through you. You squirted around his cock as he sloppily thrust his cum deeper; bringing you to the edge once more.
Larys moaned as he looked down; the erotic, obscene sight had him wanting to go again. He moved your lips apart and allowed his spit to fall directly onto your clit. He chuckled as you jolted at the feel. “So fucking dirty.” Larys hummed and did it again and again. His finger tapped against your clit again and again.
Your body began to shake as he pulled another orgasm from you. “Good girl..” Larys purred, harshly rubbing you until the tears fell from your eyes. “Hmm, another time.” He promised and gently moved to lie on his back. He brought you with him; his cock still stuffing you with his cum whilst you only slept peacefully onto his chest.
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VI. Fury
Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader (unrequited love), Alicent Hightower x Velaryon!Reader, Larys Strong x Velaryon!Reader
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Part 6 of this
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When the Queen was informed that Harwin had been seen leaving your chambers in the middle of the night she felt her heart skip a beat. She was afraid that for some reason you had decided to forgive your husband for his indiscretions with the princess and give your marriage another chance.
When it was time for lunch that Alicent, Larys, and you had, there was no need for the Queen or Larys to ask you about your husband's sudden visit because you told them yourself. Harwin offered to help the twins put to sleep and you accepted because you were tired Alicent instantly offered to hire more maidens to take care of the children at night so you could rest but you refused saying that you didn't want other women to take care of your children. While you were saying that Alicent couldn't help but notice that you were looking askance at Larys as if you were expecting a reaction from him but she thought it must have been her imagination because when Larys changed the subject you didn't seem disappointed or upset. Unfortunately, the Queen's worries did not disappear throughout the meal so when you left to go spend time with your sister and mother she shared them with Larys.
"I'm afraid that he will once again occupy a place in her heart," the woman admitted, clasping her hands under the table. "What happens if he convinces her to give him another chance? What if she leaves us?" As she spoke, she took off part of the cuticle of the thumb. If her father was watching her he would be scolding her. She knew it was a horrible habit but the anxiety she felt at the thought of losing you was too great. Alicent wouldn't know how to live alone as your friend again, not now that she had tasted what true love was. No one cared about her like you do.
"You heard her, she only let him stay because of the children" the man reminded her as he poured them both more wine "She will never forgive him" he declared and the Queen was envious of his trust. Larys must have noticed that her concern was great because she added "Besides, she will never leave us, especially you. She always seems to want to kill Criston Cole for daring to breathe the same air as you."
Alicent hurriedly brought the wine glass closer to her mouth to hide her smile. Larys' statement had to upset her, after all, Criston Cole is one of the few people she trusts and she should be upset that you want to hurt him, but instead, she managed to calm her down a little.
But Alicent's worries soon grew worse as the days went by because Harwin kept coming to your chambers and the worst thing was that now the two of you with the twins were walking around the castle together. At first, Larys wasn't worried that Harwin would spend time in your chambers after all you made it clear that you were only using him to babysit the twins. But now Larys felt sick every time he saw the four of them together at court. They seemed like a happy family. Aethan shouldn't look so comfortable tied against Harwin's chest with one of the special clothes your mother had ordered for you from Essos, and you shouldn't look so calm when Harwin's hand is on your back while you hold Alyn. You should move away every time his brother kisses your forehead but you don't. You're never the one to initiate the physical contact but Larys still doesn't like it, he's not sure if you're really not pulling away because you don't want to make a scene or because you're bonding with Harwin now that he's spending so much time in your chambers.
One day Larys reaches his limit. You, Alicent, and Larys are eating together again but the man instead of joining the conversation you two are having is too busy thinking about the image of Harwin with his hand on your back again while you were both talking to some Lord and how later his brother left the conversation but not without kissing you on the cheek before leaving.
"Why do you let Harwin spend so much time with you?" he suddenly interrupts your conversation with Alicent. She looks at him surprised but at the same time seems grateful for him to dare to question your closeness with Harwin since she would never do it for fear of upsetting you.
"I told you he's just helping me with the twins," you replied, frowning at his rude interruption.
"You shouldn't be depending so much on Harwin to take care of your own children."
"Larys" Alicent's intention was a reprimand but he could detect the nerves in her voice and her eyes.
Larys knew he said the wrong thing when he saw how your eyes seemed to spark and how you abruptly dropped the cutlery.
"Our" you corrected him. "And maybe I wouldn't be depending on Harwin so much if you took charge" you spat every word like it was poison.
"We should take a moment of silence before saying something that we regret," the queen proposed in an attempt to calm the waters as she tried to take your hand but you pushed her away and barely looked at her.
"It's not fair. We both knew that when you got pregnant the child couldn't know the truth" Larys said, appearing calm, not wanting to let you see that your words bothered him.
"Of course, they won't grow up knowing the truth but you're not even trying to help me" you crossed your arms. "Even Daemon and Rhaenyra seem more interested in them than you," the bitterness in your voice was clear.
And the only reason for that was because they both wanted to fuck you but Larys wouldn't tell you that because it would only make your anger worse so instead he told you the reason for his distance.
"I stay away to avoid making people suspicious"
Not wanting the court to suspect him of being the father of your children was not the only reason for his distance. The truth is that Larys had no idea what to do with the twins. He saw the immense love you had for children. Not just you, your parents and your siblings too. Everyone seemed to love Alyn and Aethan from the minute they saw them but he didn't. Of course, he was worried about their safety the second you announced to Harwin and Lyonel that he was the father. He didn't want anything bad to happen to them but he wouldn't say that he loves them and he's sure they don't either, especially Aethan because the few times he carried them, they became instantly agitated and cried demanding to come back to you. Their crying made his head hurt and he's sure it made your head hurt too so he stayed away thinking it would save both of you the stress of hearing the children scream.
"People think you're their fucking uncle, no one will suspect that you spend time together. You're family." It was obvious that you were dissatisfied with his defense by the exasperation in your voice. "And don't tell me that you're afraid that someone will realize the truth because Aethan has the same eye color as you because months went by and no one said anything. So stop being paranoid and spend time with your children" You got up from the table "I'm sorry, my queen, but I lost my appetite and I have to continue with my duties"
Neither Alicent nor Larys had any doubt that you were angry but you confirmed it when you left without even giving them both a measly kiss goodbye.
"You have to fix it," Alicent ordered, looking at him furiously. "If we lose her because of you..."
"That's not going to happen," the man interrupted, throwing his napkin at the table angrily. "I'll fix it."
Of course, after that argument, Larys couldn't allow you to get even closer to Harwin so that same afternoon he sent you a message through one of your maids. He asked you not to allow his brother to come to your chambers tonight because he was thinking of coming to see you. In the middle of the night, Larys entered through the secret passage that had your chambers hidden behind one of the paintings. A snort left your mouth when you saw him appear with a small bouquet.
"If you think I'll forgive you because you brought me flowers, you're wrong," you warned him but your anger shouldn't have been so great because you didn't leave his side when he sat next to you on the bed, in the middle were the twins lying awake. Face up they seemed entertained trying to turn around on their own. Larys was relieved that neither of them burst into tears when they saw it.
"I'm not stupid to think that, I know your character.," he said and extended the bouquet to you waiting for you to take it, you looked at it doubting whether to take it or not "It see like someone wanted it more than you" he commented when you saw Alyn stretch out her small hand as if he wanted to touch one of the flowers. "Do you mind sharing?" you shook your head and couldn't help but smile when you saw him remove a flower from the bouquet to give it to Alyn. You hurriedly pulled another flower from the bouquet and gave it to Aethan before he got jealous. "I will get better at this parenting thing. I will come at night and help you take care of them" he wanted to see your reaction but his attention went to Aethan when he saw him put one of the petals in his mouth so he moved the flower away from the baby making him squeal. Not wanting Aethan to start crying, he gave him the flower again but he had to take it away because he put the petal in his mouth again.
"Why does he want to eat it?"
You laughed as you saw the frustration on Larys's face because every time he gave the flower to Aethan he kept wanting to eat it and then squealed when Larys pushed the flower away. But he wasn't a squealer like when he was about to throw a tantrum, it was one of the ones he did when he played with you or your brothers.
Alyn must have also thought his father was making a funny face because he joined in with your laughter.
"I'm sure that at first the color of the flower caught his attention, but now he just thinks that he's playing with you," you reassure him. "Larys, I want actions, not just empty words. I want you to be there for us," you asked, returning to what your lover had said before.
And Larys showed that he was serious. He started coming to your chambers in the middle of the night to help you with the children. You noticed that at first, he seemed to struggle when they cried but after you taught him that skin-to-skin contact helped calm them down and told him that talking to babies helped too, Larys seemed to handle it well, although the first few times you had to stop yourself from laughing at how uncomfortable and lost the man looked because he had no idea what to talk to babies about. You had to tell him to stop thinking about it so much and just talk. Larys didn't make silly voices like Laena, Laenor, or Harwin but Alyn didn't seem to mind because he happily responded to his father with babbling. It didn't take long for Aethan to join in as well because she didn't want to be left out of the "talk."
You will never forget Larys' smile when for the first time he was greeted by Alyn's excited screams as soon as he saw his father enter your chambers. You feel happy with all this development, not only that but Larys also starts to join you during the day, of course not every day, but sometimes he happens once at the nursery with you or they meet by "chance" with you in the gardens and show the twins the flowers together. Even Princess Helaena joins you a couple of times but she soon loses interest in the flowers and entertains herself with the bugs she finds on the ground. At those times Larys and you have to make sure the twins don't try to put any insects in their mouths.
Everything seems to be fine again...Except for Harwin, who feels displaced when you no longer allow him to spend the nights in your chambers and starts seeing you and Larys together during the day. Harwin knows that he should be happy with the fact that you no longer seem to hate him and with the rapprochement that the two of you had during the time that he helped you with the twins. You don't seem angry when you meet him at nursery, nor do you reject him when during the day he insists on spending time with you and the twins. You don't even yell at him when he proposes that Jacaerys join the four of you. He should settle for that but he can't. He just wants to get your love back.
You should not have been surprised when one of your maids came to inform you that your husband was in the princess's chambers. You didn't expect that now that you could stand his presence and have the occasional civil conversation with him, he would magically forget about Rhaenyra. You weren't stupid, you knew he was still seeing her but you hoped he would at least have a little respect for you. You couldn't believe he dared to be in Rhaenyra's chambers while she gave birth. People were already talking about you three but this would only make it worse. You didn't think they could dare to humiliate you any further, at least at the birth of Jacaerys, Harwin hadn't dared to do this.
Fury took over your body. You ignored your maid's calls as you strode out of your chambers.
You felt the blood in your body heat up, noticing that you were getting closer to your destination. You couldn't stop thinking about your hands around Harwin's neck. You wanted to kill him. But you couldn't do it. If you kill your husband you will not go unpunished and you will suffer some punishment, your death, or your exile, and the last thing you want is to leave Alicent and Larys. So you'd have to settle for making a scene.
If Rhaenyra and Harwin wanted attention then you would make a damn spectacle. Tomorrow there wouldn't be a single person who wouldn't talk about you three.
When you finally reached your destination you abruptly opened the doors making as much noise as possible. You entered, leaving the doors open with the intention that anyone who passed by could hear you. You found Rhaenyra lying on her bed with Harwin kneeling next to her and holding her hand.
All eyes were on you, Laenor looking at you with fear, the midwives tensed while the princess and your husband looked at you with pure surprise. For a moment Rhaenyra thought that you would be at her side and accompany her while she gave birth.
“I tried to get him away from her,” Laenor said quickly, from the corner, seeing the fury in your eyes not wanting to be on the receiving end of it. Not when he had struggled to obtain your forgiveness.
You ignored your brother and headed straight for Harwin. One of Rhaenyra's handmaidens thought you would try to hurt the princess so she tried to stop you by standing in front of you. You barely bothered to look at her before pushing her in Laenor's direction. Your brother, as you expected, caught her before she could fall to the floor. The screams of the other maids irritated you even more. You hadn't even put all your strength into the push, of course, they had to be just as dramatic as Rhaenyra.
“What are you doing here?” with every second that Harwin passed in silence you felt your fury grow even more, the worst thing was that he didn't seem to have any intention of separating himself from the princess because he was still holding her hand. “Why does a sworn shield need to be here? “You questioned but again you didn't get any response causing you to lose what little control you had “You can't protect her from the birthing bed, you idiot! You shouldn't be here! Do you understand how humiliating it is for me, for my children, that you are here?!” As you spoke, you raised your voice more and more to the point that you ended up shouting, you were sure that at least your complaint had been heard by anyone who was there. will be found in the hallways. You were sure that from today the court would be sure that Harwin was the father of Rhaenyra's children.
You saw Rhaenyra flinch, you didn't know if it was because of your screams or because she was having a contraction. You didn't care anyway, she did this to herself you thought. If she were smarter she would not have gotten pregnant by your husband again and much less would she have allowed him to accompany her during her birth.
“She needs me,” said Harwin, looking at you with pleading eyes, hoping you would understand, you should, you know Rhaenyra and you know that she is afraid of childbirth after everything her mother suffered.
“Harwin, we're leaving,” you demanded.
Harwin loves you but he loves Rhaenyra too so he couldn't leave her alone right now, not when she knew she was scared and needed him.
“No,” he said painfully, knowing that the little process he had done between the two of you would be forgotten. Now you would get angry but then he would work hard to win you over again.
Your dragon blood or your Baratheon blood had to have taken over your body because suddenly your hands were on your husband's scalp. Years ago you had caressed his curls tenderly but now you found yourself pulling him with all your strength, if he wasn't willing to get out then you were willing to drag him. You would embarrass him in front of the maids and anyone in the hall.
Harwin quickly let go of Rhaenyra's hand to prevent you from ending up dragging her with him. The princess didn't know what to do as she watched in shock as Laenor grabbed you by the waist and tried to pull you away from Harwin, but you didn't give in, your hands seemed to be clinging to him. All Rhaenyra could do was shake her head as one of her handmaidens approached the door ready to call the guards and silence the rest. The last thing she wanted was to get you in trouble.
“Please, sister, let go. Please,” Laenor asked desperately. He feared that at any moment a guard would walk in and you would end up having an audience with the king for disturbing the princess in the middle of her birth and attacking her sworn shield. The worst thing is that he saw you capable in your state of the fury of telling Viserys to rot for pretending not to know what was happening right under his nose, how his grandson was a bastard: "It's not worth getting in trouble for them. Please release him. If the king and queen find out about this…
He stopped talking when he watched you loosen your grip on Harwin carelessly causing his head to hit the floor. Laenor couldn't help but grimace at the noise. He had to have pushed you away instantly because you once again grabbed Harwin by the hair, lifting his head and then slamming it back onto the floor. This time when you let go, Laenor took the opportunity to lift you up and left Rhaenyra's chambers with you on his shoulder while you shouted curses in Valyrian.
They hadn't even reached the end of the hallway when Laenor stopped, a few seconds passed before he put you down. But you understood his reaction when you saw his father standing in front of you. He was looking at you angrily and again you felt like you were a little girl getting into trouble running away from your babysitters. Laenor must have felt your anguish because he took your hand and intertwined your fingers like he used to do when you were children and you were both scolded, not only that but he put his body in front of yours.
"Did you expect me to stand by and do nothing while they humiliated me?" you questioned your father once he finished scolding you and Laenor. During all of Corlys's talk, your brother didn't let go of your hand and you loved him more than ever for it. He could have avoided witnessing this, he could have left you alone but he didn't. Your brother wasn't to blame for your attitude but he was still scolded for not being firm enough to stop you before making a scene. You were sure that if Laenor had excused himself, your father wouldn't have bothered to scold him later.
"You humiliated yourself," he declared. It didn't matter that he had been ranting for what felt like hours he was still angry.
His words were like a slap. Unconsciously you tried to make yourself smaller in your seat as you felt a lump begin to form in your throat. He is your father, he should be on your side, he should be furious with Rhaenyra and Harwin, not you. He should be shouting and defending your honor. But instead, he's yelling at you.
You remained silent without knowing how to respond, feeling small, pathetic, and humiliated under your father's gaze. Not being able to take it anymore you lowered your head looking at your lap. You didn't like feeling like this, you hated it.
You loved your mom. It was a silly and childish thought but if she were here you believed she would take your side. She may not agree with your actions but she would never make you feel this way.
"Tomorrow the whole court will be talking about how you lost your mind, entering the princess's rooms and beating your husband," your father said making you feel worse. You had wanted to make a scene to get people talking but you thought it would be to your benefit, you thought the court would side with the poor faithful wife but maybe your father was right, maybe in the end you would be the one who would end up badly. Perhaps Rhaenyra and Harwin would not be the ones to make the Velaryons the laughingstock of the court but you. The pain in your throat worsened at that thought. "What if this reaches the king's ears?"
"That will not happen, Father," you were surprised by the firmness in your brother's voice. "Despite the distance between my sister and Rhaenyra. The princess still has great esteem for her and does not want to get her into trouble with the king. If Viserys decided to act and punish my sister that would only encourage people to talk more about the true paternity of Rhaenyra's children" he said as he gave your hand a squeeze hoping to get you out of whatever was scheming in your head knowing that it wouldn't. It must have been nothing good."Besides, I doubt people will think my sister is crazy. "The court will side with her after all it is normal to see a woman hurt by her husband's cheating."
"A maester had to see Harwin," Corlys reminded them with a frown.
"An accident. One of the maids dropped hot water and the idiot slipped and hit his head. It's his fault for being in the delivery bed when he shouldn't be" You couldn't help but laugh at the easy lie your brother made up. You wouldn't be surprised if there were people who believed her. Laenor turned to look at you with a smile, feeling satisfied to see that you were settling back down normally in your chair instead of trying to hide. "The only thing my sister did was go yell at her stupid husband for daring to snub her like that."
Before Corlys could say what he thought about it there was a knock on the door. After your father gave permission to enter a maid reported that Rhaenyra had given birth to a second son named Lucerys and that the three of you could now go and meet him.
"Come on Laenor, we have to meet the future lord of Driftmark," the Lord said once the maid left.
The fury you felt when you heard those words made you forget any feeling of smallness that your father caused you. You could allow your father many things but not this. You weren't going to stay silent while he took away your son's birthright and gave it to Rhaenyra's bastard. You knew that your father was an ambitious man and wanted to go down in history—that's why he had pushed you to spend time with Viserys as soon as Queen Aemma died and when you didn't become queen he made Laenor marry Rhaenyra even though he knew his preferences—but you never thought he would be able to deliver the legacy of your ancestors as if nothing had happened. It was insulting. This was outrageous.
When you least expected it, your father always found a new way to disappoint you.
"You can't be serious," you said, standing up abruptly from your chair while resting your hands on the desk.
"Please don't start again," your father said as if he was treating you like a tantrum child making your fury only grow even more. You could feel your blood heat up.
"He can't be Driftmark's heir," you said, emphasizing each word to get it into his head.
"He is the son of Laenor. It is his birthright"
"He is my son in name only," Laenor reminded him. He loved Jacaerys and was sure he would soon love Lucerys too, but he still knew he couldn't give any of them Driftmark. It would be an insult to Laena, to you, to his uncles and cousins.
“And why is that?” Corlys accused him. He didn't need to say any more words, the three of them knew that he blamed the lack of legitimate children on Laenor's preferences. You would think that after years your father would have accepted it by now.
“Driftmark belongs to Aethan,” you said, watching as Laenor clenched her hands into fists clearly frustrated, putting her attention back on you “He was born before Lucerys, it is his birthright” You tried hard not to raise your voice thinking that if You looked calm and confident. Your father could listen to you for once.
“You know perfectly well that the line of succession follows the lineage of Laenor.”
“That's the point,” you exclaimed. “Lucerys has no Velaryon blood and no offense to Laenor, but we all know you will never have descendants. "You turned when you saw your brother but he didn't look offended by your words so you turned your attention to your father "If Laenor doesn't have children then the line that follows is Laena's but she still doesn't have children so until that happens follow my line. Alyn was born first so he will have Harrenhall but Driftmark belongs to Aethan.”
“Lucerys will inherit Driftmark after Laenor,” your father stated as if he hadn't heard anything you said.
“He doesn't have Velaryon blood!” you argued, losing your patience, a part of you wanted to throw yourself at the desk and beat your father to the point of exhaustion. Maybe this way he would come to his senses.
“History does not remember blood, it remembers names”
Again he was looking at you like you were a little girl, like you were stupid and couldn't understand what she was talking about. But you understood, he was always going to care more about his ambition than his family. This time you did not hide from his gaze but instead took refuge in your fury.
Nightwing shouted angrily from the Dragon's Pit.
Slapped.
Your father looked at you in shock. You didn't feel guilt or regret, in fact, you felt satisfaction. You hoped the mark of your hand would remain on his face. You weren't going to apologize, he deserved it for choosing Rhaenyra and his bastard over you and your son, his own blood.
Laenor was the first to react, taking your arm and pulling you back and then standing in front of you, ready to protect you in case his father tried to do something to you. But you weren't afraid. Your father had never hit you before and you didn't think he would start doing it now, not when you were already a grown woman, not when you could still hear the furious screams of your dragon, not when you both knew that if he dared to touch you your mother wouldn't hesitate to feed him to Meleys
“Get her out of here,” Corlys ordered, regaining his patriarchal composure.
You broke free from your brother's grip. You didn't need an escort. You could go alone but you had one last thing to say. You expected this to torment him.
“You will be the one to ruin our name, you will make us a laughing stock if you leave that child as heir.”
Of course, your fury can't last forever. That's why when Larys entered through the secret passageway that your room had, he found you curled up in bed.
"Are you angry?" You turn your back on him as you feel him lift the sheets to get into the bed next to you.
Your voice was weak and unsure like you were afraid to know his answer. And Larys didn't like it.
"Just for not being able to see how you hit my brother" he replied and you wanted to laugh but it came out more like a sob making the look in Larys' eyes soften. If it was someone else they would find it annoying or feel uncomfortable but you are the exception. He just wanted to make your pain go away. "What happened?" he asked, ready to listen to you complain about Harwin and Rhaenyra.
"My father wants Lucerys Velaryon to be heir to Driftmark instead of Aethan" You turned around and dared to sneak into your lover's chest now that you knew he wasn't upset with you.
You took Larys by surprise because he didn't expect that to be the reason for your discomfort.
"That's not going to happen," he assured you as he gave you comforting strokes on your back. "Not many children make it to the age of two. Even if they do, they can always have an accident during their childhood. And if that doesn't happen, then we'll take care of Lucerys."
You should be horrified by what Larys just said and its implications. You should be scared at how calm he seems at the idea of murdering his own nephew but instead, you feel more in love with him. It's twisted but his words gave you comfort, knowing that you weren't alone in this, that you had someone on your side who was willing to do something so heinous just for you and so that your child would have his birthright. You and Larys must be crazy thinking about the death of a newlyborn baby. You're probably not as good a person as you thought and you don't know how to feel about it. You send a silent prayer to the gods and apologize for your thoughts because that's what a good person would do. You convince yourself that your fury is still poisoning your head and that's why you think of Lucerys dead. Your usual self would never think of that. How would you wish for the death of an innocent baby?
"We won't do anything," you say but both you and Larys can notice the lack of determination in your decision. But he's smart enough not to highlight it, it would only worsen your mood. "It's not Lucerys' fault that my father chose Rhaenyra over me," your voice breaks at the end and it seems like you're about to cry again.
"He didn't choose her, he chose the power he thinks she possesses," he said in an attempt to make you feel better.
"I'm sorry that your father disappointed you," he gently wiped your tears with his thumb. "But you don't need it. You have your siblings, and your mother and you have me. I'm always on your side."
At his last statement, you felt your heart warm up along with a sudden huge need to kiss him. So you obeyed your desire and leaned towards him and then captured his lips. You kissed him again and again, you tasted his lips as if it were the most exquisite wine you had ever tasted, but the thirst you felt for him did not seem to disappear.
"Be good and make me forget about today" you asked with heavy breathing.
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Pairing: Larys Strong x Female reader
Era: Season 1
Warnings: manipulation, oral ( female receiving), a little sub! Larys, jealousy.
Life as the sister of Alicent Hightower was not easy, you knew that. Once she had her second child with King Viserys I your sister decided to move you to the castle, you were left with nothing more to do than stay to wait for you to marry someone. Your father at that time was obviously more focused on manipulating her and the king, therefore constantly forgot about your presence or existence in general. Then he stopped being the king's hand, but that is not a topic that is discussed in family gatherings.
The only thing that was easy was to sneak between the castle and talk to Larys Strong. He was considered an outcast because he was disabled, but you were a very interesting man. Besides, he knew your sister well for what they could talk quietly.
Princess Rhaenyra preferred to talk to Sir Harwin Strong, the attractive brother of Larys, and you thought you could understand her. Therefore one day you decided to change plans and talk to him for the first time, at least to know what you were missing. He was a man with a lot of charisma and it was easy to find a conversation with him. You stayed so long talking to the one you forgot to go to see Larys as you did weekly. Once he found you all he did was look at you both with a strange resentment, something you had not seen in the man previously.
You decided to ignore the behavior and go to your room, when you arrived, you found Larys in your bed, sitting, as if you were waiting for you to arrive.
— Larys, how can I help you? If you wanted to talk to me could have said when we met in the afternoon. —You said, nervous, you looked into his eyes and knew perfectly that something strange was happening to him.
— It's not important, my lady. I know that for you nothing I can give you will be enough.
—My lord, how can you say that? What are you trying to tell me?
— I don't know, ask my brother, it seems that he overcomes any kind of resource that I can give you.
You couldn't understand how he thought that, since you always listened to him and even listened to his advice. But you decided to answer him in the only way you could think of.
— My Lord, how can I make you feel my loyalty to you?
And that's how you were as you were now with your legs wide open while he ate your womanhood. It felt so good. He did it as if he savored the best delicacy, while he touched himself hard, like he was desperate for making you feel good.
You had heard of women who had husbands who liked to mark them or tie them to beds, but he only wanted to watch over your pleasure.
After a few more minutes you started to feel something strange in your belly, but it was such an exciting sensation that it was driving you crazy. When you finally reached your peak you let out a tiny moan and at that moment Larys started kissing you. It was a deep tongue kiss, it was full of passion and for some reason you realized that he probably wanted this from before.
Although you begged him with all your soul to fuck you he refused, not wanting to steal your virginity as it would be more difficult to marry a Lord later.
— And what if I married you?— you said, but it was too late, he was already gone.
this mans so fine i wanna lick him
if i put any word wrong pls tell me, English isn't my first language.
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I have an idea,Lia angel🪽can you please write Daemon x Hightower!reader where she is Otto youngest daughter and she is religious like Alicent and her father betrothed her to Daemon?Maybe with a little bit of 😏😏Thank you my angel🤍🤍
⊱ •There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader
-Summary:In order to gain full power,Otto Hightower betrothed both of his daughters in the House of the Dragon.
-Warnings:Age gap,a little bit of smutty time,religious topics.
-Thank you for requesting and let me know what you think🫶🏻🩷
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The wind that caressed her bare back no longer carried with it that scent of saltiness that had weighed down her nostrils and kneaded her mouth,while sobs,wheans and bells had shaken her violently in following the ship and the wake of foam that moved away from the beach of Dragonstone and disappeared beyond the horizon.
It had become a pleasant breeze with floral and fruity hints,which rippled her skin filling her with chills,although Lady Y/n Hightower,youngest daughter of Otto Hightower the Hand of the King,was not cold.
She could not feel cold under the scorching sun of the island on which she had been abandoned by her family.Her father who gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and her older sister who cried silently with her,to be alone with her betrothed,the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, not when it was her own body that radiated heat,turning it on from the inside.
Maybe earlier,those days were her father gave her the information of his new plan.Before,perhaps,she had perceived the icy breath of what being married to a man like her future husband would mean,but now... Now those endless tears that had blinded her eyes and moistened her beautiful face had also dried.
«Father,Smith,Warrior,Mother,Maiden,Crone,Stranger.»Y/n whispers those names in her mind with her eyes closed,as if praying could purify her of what is happening to her body.
By the way Daemon hands creep under her nightgown and run through her skin,lingering on places she never dared to explore even on her own.Her hands instead she’ll the rosary of the Seven,to prevent herself from pushing him away or to bring him even closer.
Her whole body felt on fire,her immaculate skin was covered in goosebumps as the night sky engulfed her figure.Daemon had been waiting for her body,for her mind,soul and heart to be completely his.Maybe he suggested to Larys Strong to suggest to that cunt of her father to have her hand to him out of spite,maybe he did because Y/n had always been kind and gentle towards him unlike her father.
What he was certain of was that in that moment she looked like a holy figure,with her hair all sandy,her lips swollen,the skin of her jaw still covered in spit and wine.She looked like one of those gods that she loved tho pray and only now,taking in every inch of her body,he understood why people were religious.Why they needed something to turn to,someone to get on their knees for and chant their names.
Daemon wasn’t a religious person,but he liked to think that the gods had made Y/n just for him.
It was easy in the beginning,when it all started just to see Otto Hightower rage as the prince gave his younger daughter all those attentions.But after a short time,Daemon started to realize that there was something more that was pushing him to always look at her,to caress the back of her neck,to toy with her hair.
It was only when she told him that she prayed for him every night before going to sleep,that everything changed.No one has aver prayed for Daemon,maybe his brother had prayed him to change,but he never went down to his knees before his bed and asked to the gods to always protect him.
From that day he started to pay her more attention,to see the shy way she carried herself,always looking down at her feet,never saying anything without being asked.Always at her father side.She was wasted like this,such a young and beautiful girl that could bring the whole world to its knees to worship and cherish her just like the goddess she was.
When Daemon had caught the whispers of her father wanting to send her back to Old Town to become a Septa,he had to intervene.
He knew Y/n wouldn’t never gave herself to someone like him willingly,not without a promise.And so it was done,in less than a month they would’ve been husband and wife and he could have all the time to see her shine for who she really was,without the dark cloud of her father shadow on her.
Daemon wanted her to want him as he wanted her.Desperately.He wanted to make her shiver from his touch,he wanted to hear her voice breathless and shaky.Oh he wanted to hear her say his name like a prayer,like he was her new god.Full of devotion.
«You should stop crying,Y/n,am I hurting you?»Daemon murmured above her chest,his eyes not leaving the precious and untouched skin of her breast.
«T-that's not what I want.»she lied,her voice was weak and she couldn’t keep her eyes open.
Daemon takes her nipples in his mouth,one at a time and she can’t stop them from becoming erect and turgid.Her mother made her believe that no one could suck her breasts except her children,that sex was only meant for child-bearing but right now Y/n feels anything but a mother and a pure virgin.She felt dirty,she felt like a whore,she felt good for the first time in her life.
«You are a liar.»her betrothed taunted her,his rosy lips were soft,his tongue warm and wet made her thighs clench.
«Father,Smith,Warrior.»she whispered again,one of her hands was now grasping at Daemon long silver hair as he groaned.
Y/n dwells on those figures with a hint of fear,aware that none of them will come to save her now.Not her father who sold her to the Rogue Prince in marriage.Not the warrior,her sworn protector,that was waiting at the castle for Daemon to be done with her before escorting her to her maidens.In the absence of the smith,her father trusted a demon,Larys Strong,and his advices to strength Alicent oldest son claim to the throne by forging their union just to have Daemon on their side against Rhaenyra when war will come.
«You want this.You want me.»Daemon said looking up at her with lustfull eyes,releasing her nipples.
Y/n face was burning red,her lips were quivering with soft prayers«You should s-stop.»she pleaded.
He was still holding her,his fingers felt like pure fire on her ribs.He kissed his way down from under her breast,savoring the sweet perfume of strawberries and the clean and sinful taste of her immaculate skin.
«Stop where?Here?»he asked,he bit and sucked right under her ribcage making her gasp.
His hands were hiking up the gown of her white nightgown,the smooth and silky texture of her bare legs made his head spin.
«Daemon.»she called for him breathlessly.
«What do you want?Tell me,my beautiful princess.»he whispered.
She tries to stay motionless like a statue,but her body trembles,quivers,while he puts a finger in her and then a second, making her find her more wet than she would have liked.
Her language pronounces aloud the names of the Seven,to prevent herself from yelling at him to stop or to keep going forever.
«You want all this, you want me.»he reminds her,taking in all of her beauty.
«How could I?You're a horrible man.»
She spreads her legs wide and feels him rubbing the tip of his manhood erected against her opening without daring to enter yet,and she hates herself for how reflexively she pushes her pelvis against him,for how she widens her legs even more.
«Maybe you're horrible too.»
Y/n head was spinning and it was difficult to remember how that change had happened,how she had started crying at the betrayal of her family when shortly before she had found herself aching for him,for the man above her as the most unfortunate of disasters;nor how she had come to grasp with her lips a pasty and strong flavor, capable of awakening every sense,capable of awakening in her new desires and instilling new life in her.
When Daemon had walked her to a secret area on the beach of Dragonstone and eased her thirst with the most intense,tasteful wine of the known world she had found herself on her knees for him.Till a week before she used to lift her gowns and get down only to pray her gods,now she was doing for the man that her father had raised her to despise and she loved it more than the gods her mother had taught her to worship.
Then she had found herself laying on the cold and wet sand,Daemon on her like a beast on the pray.
Y/n followed with her tongue the route of a thick drop and found a small bump in her mouth.She enclosed it inside and sucked so as not to disperse any of the spicy notes of that purple liquid.The fingers that had played with his long moon hair tightened their grip in a tacit warning and she chased another trail finding herself flattening her tongue on solid muscles,provoking them with the tip to make them contract and relax to their liking.She sucked in other stylls and bit the skin she found underneath to memorize its texture and remember how even the salty of the sweat could turn into sugar.
She knew that the gift,which was dripping from that chest and which had been offered to her so generously, was not to be wasted and she would savor it greedily.
«Good princess.»Daemon had praised her,his eyes,of the same color of the wine,capturing her every movement.
Y/n blinked and the blurred view allowed her to admire the work of a skilled sculptor.The advent of the chest she was worshipping,stained with other droplets waiting for her passage,caused a wave of desire in her belly.Those paths she was entering would soon lead her to the place where she would finally find peace and a new pang of anticipation caught her unprepared.
She strove to bring back to mind how she ended up like this,on her knees for him.A man with the blood of the dragon in his veins,a man who was undoubtedly a deity:he had dazzled her with an estatic vision of immortal creatures singing and dancing,so colorful and lively that he enchanted and chained her to them.And that drink she had tasted first from his cup,then from his hands and, finally,from the rest of his limbs.
Y/n kneeling between the sea and the rocks, looked up at him eyes and,all of a sudden,she didn't care about anything anymore.Her pupils burned,foamed like the liquid she was collecting,and rested her soul.
Then she had found herself underneath him and somehow,she also founded the strength to pray for forgiveness.For the person she was about to become,for the person she was letting him create.
Maybe she was horrible too.
«I want to be.»she whimpered against his mouth«I want to be just like you.»she pleaded,scratching down his back,the rosary long forgotten on the cold sand.
Mother,Maiden,Crone.
Y/n turns to those names but without really praying to them:she thinks of the Mother,the one that she had lost,the one that she had watched her sister turn into and who is the only definition their father had imposed on both of them,of the Maiden who she is no longer,of the Crone who she does not want to be yet.
And never,never,never like right now she was just Y/n,a woman,as she feels the member of Daemon finally slip into her to its entire length.The intrusion snatches a cry of surprise from her,but even though it’s the first time she feels no pain and she is amazed.
Her lips opens immediately when Daemon one’s looks for hers,his tongue caressing hers slowly as his arms brings her impossible closer to him,almost as he wanted to be one with her.
«Tell me that you are mine,Y/n.Not your father,but mine.»Daemon sounded desperate,moving in and out of her at a languid pace to savor more of the gentle creature he was corrupting.
«I’m yours.»she immediately answered him with a little moan«And you are mine?»she still had that white innocence in her that made him fall in love with her.
«Soon we will be one under the blessing of the Seven.You are mine and i’m yours.»he promised her and she believes him,he’s her new god,one that was created only for her to worship just like he worship her.
Daemon enters and leaves her at an increasingly rapid pace,sinking more forcefully at the end of that provocation;it should be a punishment, perhaps,it is instead for Y/n is a relief.It’s not a torture,not when he fills her,but the emptiness he leaves when all of this will end.She hates how her body does not consider that as a shameful act,making love before being married on the beach,a humiliation,as,in spite of everything,even her mind recognizes that disgract on his virtue infinitely more pleasant than the honest marital duty that her sister had told her about.
Stranger.Stranger.Stranger.
There is no other god left,as she opens her eyes and feels lost in her own release that hits her like the waves that crush on the shore.Daemon is not far behind her,his lilac eyes shining in hers as he empties himself in her.
Y/n surrenders to him,to the only true Stranger she knows,and thinks that after all she could also die in that moment,because she is dying less now than she died for all her life.Because being with Daemon couldn’t be worse than being with her father,because the unprecedented heat that explodes inside her suddenly can be nothing more than death itself.
She opens her lips and Daemon is the only name she outrageously prays as she opens her hands to hold him now to herself,to draw him closer instead of pushing him back,while he sinks for one last time.
The rosary breaks and the beads fall to the sand,like the gods it represent.
«I’m sorry.»he says.
«Everything is alright.»she says back.
Daemon lays on her and begins to caress her with an unexpected and inconsistent sweetness,like that remorse to which she gives voice,but which she understands after all.He would not have been able to ask for all this without offering her father to marry his daughter,because,in any case,if he had only asked for a fun night together she would have said no.
But now of her rabid cruelty nothing remains but a painful fragility;he is a god who falls too,a god who bows to her.It's ironic how she almost feels obliged to console him,to thank him for taking her away from her father hands.
«Thank you,my prince.»Y/n whispered.
Deamon closed his eyes,laying on her bare chest and enjoying the warmth of her skin«You're the only beautiful thing I will ever have,Y/n.I will make you a happy wife.»and he sounded sincere,she believed him.
Father,Smith,Warrior,Mother,Maiden,Crone,Stranger.
She no longer worships the gods now,because they are cruel,those who brand such a sweet pleasure as a sin.
She doesn't think about the gods anymore,Y/n, because now she knows what it means to be human.
There is no longer any god,not after the Hour of the owl,when Daemon gives unconditional whispers,love and mercy.Because he no longer needs blackmail as a pretext and Y/n no longer has religious images to hide behind.It was only them now,to believe in and to love.
«I love you.»he says
«I love you too.»she says back.
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Strong Dragons (Part One)
(Gif not mine)
Fandom: House of the Dragon
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Pairing: Daemon x Fem!Reader x Rhaenyra
Warnings: NSFW! 18+ only! Smut, mature themes and language, P in V, arranged marriages, unprotected rough/raw sex (wrap it before you tap it), virginity loss, incest, daemon growls (enough said), angst, mentions of period blood, infertility struggles, threesomes, etc. (I’m so sorry if I miss anything I’m just writing the warnings down as I remember them)
Word Count: 4,032
Summary: Lady Y/n is chosen by Princess Rhaenyra for some would say a dangerous, maybe even an impossible task... and it requires marrying her uncle.
Request by: @ivy-targaryen
Author’s Note: I just so happened to be writing a Daemon x Reader x Rhaenyra fic when this request came in so thank you so much for the added inspiration! For context, Fem!Reader will be a Strong for later obvious reasons, Rhaenyra is still married to Laenor, Daemon stays in King’s Landing and never marries Laena, so their daughters are never born (I’m sorry). This is a VERY long one (that is most definitely getting a second and third part cause this originally had over 10,000 words) so strap in and I hope you enjoy it!
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"What troubles you?"
Lady Y/n, daughter of House Strong, looks up from her embroidery to locate the source of her brother's voice. Looking around the gardens, she found him walking towards her, stepping into the gazebo she had hidden in. She tilts his head up at him, "Do I look troubled?"
Ser Harwin Breakbones lets out a snort full of snark, "I hardly see a sour look like that on your face, sweet sister."
Upon mention, Y/n feels the furrow of her brow lighten, straightening her posture when she realized she had been slouching. Blinking rapidly to try and veil her brooding expression, she clears her throat and nods towards the nearest seat for her brother. When he takes up the invitation to join her, only then did she voice her worries, "... If you were given an impossible task, would you do it?"
Harwin's eyebrows furrow, an expression fairly similar to Y/n's. By all accounts, apart from their genders, they were twins, and Y/n is reminded of this as she watched her brother similarly shift in his seat before replying, "Awfully vague question. If you truly want advice from your brother, wouldn't you want to be a bit more specific?"
"If I wanted advice, I'd go to Larys," the quick remark forces out a snort from Harwin. Y/n faintly smiles before urging him on with a stiff nod, "Just answer the question."
Silence lingers as he ponders on said question. Harwin listens to the wind brushing through the vines that have climbed the pillars of the gazebo. He answers boldly, like the strong soldier he was, "Nothing is impossible. Not for me. Not for us. House Strong knows no task that is too impossible to accomplish."
Y/n looked back down at her embroidery to hide her disappointment. She was afraid he would say that, furiously pulling the needle and threading through the fabric. Despite hiding her emotions, Harwin took her silent response as a recoil, worrying him further as he leans closer to her, talking quietly in case the question was for a more personal matter, "Can I ask who gave you this burden?"
The needle paused in Y/n's hand, her eyes still examining her threaded pattern as she mumbled, "The princess."
Harwin's worry eases some, shoulders visibly relaxing under his armor. He smiles warmly with encouragement, "Princess Rhaenyra would not have asked... whatever-it-is from you if she did not believe you could do it. She's also smart. I don't believe anything's impossible for her either," when his sister remained unconvinced, Harwin reaches out to still her hand from stabbing her embroidery with the needle, "She is to be our queen someday, Y/n... Whatever she wants from you, as long as you are not to be harmed, I believe you should do it."
Y/n's shoulders rise and fall as she sighs through her nose, watching Harwin's hand before finally looking up at him, "She wants me to go with her if and when she leaves for Dragonstone."
Not a complete lie, but one nonetheless, and it only added to the weight already heavy on her burdened shoulders. Harwin's eyebrows furrow again, but more so in confusion, "And why is that such an impossible task?"
"... Convincing Father of it is one, and being unwed is another. I doubt Father would let me go if he intends on finding me a husband."
Ser Breakbones scoffs, "Father cannot deny the princess, Y/n. He'll have to agree if she asks you to go with her."
"But the King--"
"Princess Rhaenyra has the King wrapped around her finger. She will get her father to agree to this arrangement, and then our father will really have no choice."
He stands suddenly, remembering that he had the City Watch to attend to and he had only meant to bid his sister a good day. Before he leaves, however, he smiles down and pats Y/n's shoulder, "It's an honor to have the heir to the throne request your service. Politically, the relationship between our houses would strengthen if you choose to accept the princess' proposal. Give it some thought, sister. I know in the end, whatever you choose, I'll believe it to be the right choice."
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Her brother wasn't at all helpful in her struggles, but Y/n had appreciated his words, nevertheless. She knew she wouldn't get his full support if he had known the full truth, but he had answered as she knew he would with what she had given him. That night, as instructed, she slipped into the secret passageways of the Red Keep. Following the drawings that were quickly scrawled onto a piece of parchment, Y/n wandered cautiously down the tunnels, avoiding any source of light she caught sight of. Eventually, she makes it to a small stairwell and climbs up, finding the outline of a door on the top of the stairs. Ignoring the dust and cobwebs, Y/n places her hands on the door and gives it an experimental push. When it didn't budge, she pushed harder, quickly catching herself when the door gave in.
She nearly stumbled into the chambers revealed on the other side. Looking around, her eyes widen in amazement to find herself in Princess Rhaenyra's chambers, the very same Targaryen who was watching Y/n expectedly from her seat next to the hearth on the far side of the room. When Y/n's gaze caught hers, the Strong woman straightened her posture, quickly brushing the dust off her skirt and bowing respectively, parchment paper still clutched in hand.
Rhaenyra smiled, amusement shining in her eyes unless Y/n had mistaken it for the fireplace reflecting off her violet orbs. The princess rose from her chair and slowly crossed the room to the other woman, hands clasped in front of her, "Find your way here well enough?"
"Yes, Princess," Y/n curtly answered. She was nearly startled out of her manners, however, when a large hand reached around her and snatched the parchment from her hands. Dark hair falling over her shoulder as she spun her head, Y/n nearly lost her bravery when Daemon Targaryen stood beside her, seamlessly emerging from the shadows of the room. The prince barely acknowledged her presence, staring down at the small map he had drawn for Y/n as it crinkled in his hands.
Finally, he looked up once Rhaenyra had joined his side, the two Targaryens both staring at Y/n with their matching eyes, looming over her with a fierceness so similar to a dragon. Daemon allows a small smirk to grace his lips, "Incredible architecture, wouldn't you agree?"
Y/n quickly nodded when she guessed that he was referring to the secret tunnels, now slightly shaking, "Yes, my prince."
"Maegor the Cruel had the secret tunnels and passageways built throughout the Red Keep back when he was King. They say after construction was finished, he threw a grand feast for the hands and minds behind the building process," Daemon took the parchment and held it over a lit candlestick stationed on a pillar beside him, watching the remnants of his maps slowly disappear into flames before freeing his hand off it and fixing his gaze back on Y/n. The young woman tried her best not to cower in fear as he took one step closer to her again, "And after three days, he had them all killed so no one but him would know how to navigate the tunnels and trapdoors."
A hidden threat, veiled by his intention. Y/n forced her hands to stay still by folding them in front of her body, unable to meet the prince's eyes when he stepped far too close to her, close enough to feel his breath on her face as she whispered, "I will not breathe of word of this to anyone."
Daemon tilts his head, smirking as though he was playing with his food, "And what made you think I would suggest such a thing?"
"Daemon," both his and Y/n's eyes remember Rhaenyra and look to face her. The princess appeared patient, encouraging her uncle with a brief nod, "I trust her."
Once her uncle had stepped away and dutifully stood at her side, Rhaenyra turned back to Y/n, thinly smiling, "Have you made a decision?"
"I have, Princess..." Y/n nods again, trying to catch her breath after Daemon has stolen hers. She basked in her personal space, able to think straight without the two dragons lingering ever so close to her. Taking a deep breath and regaining her courage, Y/n lifts her chin and turns to Daemon, "I will marry you. I will wed you and bed you. I will give you the children you and Princess Rhaenyra so desire and pass them off as hers with Ser Laenor."
Rhaenyra's eyes were the only thing to give away her relief and veiled excitement. Daemon, however, remained impassive, unwilling to share whatever emotions he was feeling with the stranger in the room he did not yet trust. He keeps his gaze hard, staring deeply into Y/n's as if trying to fish out a lie, "You understand that while you will be the one to bear them, you will not be the one to raise them. When they are born, you promise to not hold motherhood over them and entrust this to the Princess Rhaenyra."
It was not a question or a request, more so a demand. Despite Daemon's bluntness, Y/n nods obediently, "If that is the princess' wish, yes."
Rhaenyra glides over to the woman, gingerly taking her hands in her own. Y/n couldn't find herself able to stare directly into the princess' gaze and so glanced down at their conjoined hands. Rhaenyra's skin was fair and much paler than hers in comparison. Y/n had a few small scars littered over her hands from various stories of her childhood, while Rhaenyra's was visibly flawless, apart from the feel of her palms. They were rough, as Y/n observed, most likely from the use of dragon-riding.
Y/n forces herself to look up, only to be rewarded with a grateful nod from Rhaenyra and a kind smile, "Thank you, my lady. You have no idea how much this means to me."
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The next day, Daemon approached the King and asked for Lady Y/n's hand in marriage. Viserys was delighted that his brother had found a new wife so soon after Lady Royce's death and after the scandal with Rhaenyra and immediately confided in Lyonel Strong for his approval. His Hand, of course, agreed to this proposal between his daughter and Prince Daemon and so a ceremony was quickly planned to take place within a fortnight.
Preparations were made and everyone appeared to be excited about the event, bustling about and whispering with joy amongst themselves. Many of the ladies of the court giggled and gossiped with each other, fawning over Prince Daemon and commenting on how Lady Y/n was incredibly lucky.
If Harwin had a suspicion, he never showed it. Instead, he congratulated his sister on her proposal and promised to be her ally against her future husband should she ever need it. On the day the ceremony was set to take place, Y/n found herself surrounded by maids and other ladies of the court as they helped her prepare for her wedding. Just as they had fully dressed her in a white dress filled with embroidered dragons in red thread, the doors of Y/n's chambers opened to reveal the princess and Ser Harwin. The ladies and servants all bow and made a quick escape when Rhaenyra asked them to leave. Once they were alone, Rhaenyra nodded to Harwin and fondly watched as Ser Breakbones crossed the room to gather his sister up in a tight embrace.
"You look beautiful," he compliments, petting down her hair while looking her in the eyes, "The princess wishes to do your hair, but I will be just outside if you need anything."
Y/n nods and briefly smiles in answer. Before she could even say a word, Harwin had left the room and closed the doors behind him. Rhaenyra waits a moment before joining Y/n at her vanity mirror, instructing the bride-to-be to sit down while she took a brush to her dark hair. The two women were silent for the moment as Rhaenyra ran the brush through Y/n's hair, time and time again until it felt like silk running through her fingers. Then, the princess moved on to braiding certain locks and forming a halo on top of the bride's head, similar to something a Targaryen would wear.
"I understand what we are asking of you is a heavy burden," the princess spoke gently, "And I understand it will be difficult, but I want you to know that I owe you my life for this. You have my gratitude and I will never forget this. You're a true friend to the crown. Daemon may say whatever he likes, but as for me, I still want you to be a part of the children's lives. To them, you will be a distant cousin and an aunt, but to me, you will be every bit of a mother to them as I."
Y/n doesn't nod in an attempt not to ruin Rhaenyra's work on her hair. The curiosity got the best of her as she opened her mouth, "How will we hide any pregnancy? Will we have a maester we can trust?"
"We have a plan," Rhaenyra doesn't elaborate beyond that, "And we will act on it once we are sure you are with child."
"Will Ser Laenor be in the know of it?"
She nods, "He knows."
"And he approves?"
"He does," Rhaenyra finishes the braids, her hands finding rest on Y/n's shoulders. The two women stare into each other's reflection in the mirror, a small shadow taking over the princess' eyes as she spoke, "We did try, you know. Many times, in fact. But nothing came of it. When I turned to Daemon for help... still, nothing happened. As the future queen, it is vital that I have heirs of my own someday. If I am truly barren, well..." she squeezes Y/n's shoulders, "At least this way, the children will still have Targaryen blood running through their veins."
Y/n bites her lip, not voicing what she truly thought to the princess. Daemon never hid his disgust for his first wife, Rhea Royce. Everyone heard him spit terrible things about her, darkly stating his wife to be 'his bronze bitch' among other profanities. With one look at her own reflection, Y/n wanted to flinch away at her Strong features. It didn't take a fool to know that Prince Daemon had a taste for women with silver hair, but not just any woman. Some speculated that Daemon had only ever loved one woman, and could never have her. All the lords and ladies in court looked no further than Rhaenyra herself, knowing that she could ask Daemon to take over the world for her, and her uncle would do so without question. Y/n had once speculated these rumors, and now her arrangement with the uncle and niece only confirmed it.
Finally, Y/n turned away from the mirror to look up at the princess with as much honesty as she could muster, "I cannot guarantee the children will have silver hair."
Rhaenyra faintly smiles, her hand hovering over Y/n's hair as if wanting to run her fingers through it, but wisely decided against it, "We will cross that bridge when we come to it."
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The wedding went by quickly, Y/n could scarcely remember it whenever she looked back. The ceremony played out like a rehearsal, vows full of monotone and kisses exchanged in practice. The celebration afterward was one so grand that Y/n had a moment to forget her sorrows. The feast was large and not only was wine being served but also ale and mead as well. Y/n had her father to thank for providing her favorite drink, her cups mostly filled with a honey mead sent from Dorne. She danced her troubles away with anyone and everyone, but not her new husband. Daemon barely paid a mind to her, instead seating himself beside the King as they joked and laughed as if they were boys again. Y/n wasn't too bothered by this as practically everyone danced with her. Her father and Harwin were the first to do so, her younger brother, Larys, was unable to take part in the dancing. Members of the King's small council danced with her, and their sons. The Sea Snake himself, Lord Vaemond, and Ser Laenor all danced with her. With knowing eyes, Laenor passed the bride off to his wife once a new song began, and Y/n was too stunned to remember her manners as Princess Rhaenyra took her hands and led her into a lovely, slow dance.
"I suppose this makes me your aunt now, Princess," Y/n finds herself speaking her mind more than usual, her mead finally dulling her restless mind.
Rhaenyra huffed out a laugh, linking her arm through Y/n's opposite as they spun around each other in a circle, "It does, my lady. Although from this moment forward, I would like to call you a friend as well."
"Whatever you wish for, Princess."
The bedding ceremony was not as enjoyable as the feast, but suppose that is why Y/n drank many cups of mead before that. She was horrified at the idea of everyone in court watching her, including her brothers and father, but was relieved to learn that Daemon had forbidden the court to watch. Y/n will later hear that Daemon himself spoke to the King about this, stating that he had every intention of consummating his marriage with his second bride, seeing as she was the one he chose, unlike Lady Royce, and that there was no need for his brother to watch and make sure. The lords still brought the bride to bed and the ladies brought the groom, but there was no undressing or an audience during the consummation.
Well, all but one audience.
Later, after the lords and ladies had gone, Rhaenyra slipped into Y/n's chambers, undetected by anyone outside. She sat near the bed, watching with interest as Daemon stripped himself and his new bride down to their night clothes. Her face red with embarrassment, Y/n doesn't comment and instead turns her head away to observe the far wall of her room, nearly jumping out of her skin when Daemon pulled her nightgown up, exposing her naked form to the cool air.
Y/n's eyes screw shut and her entire body stiffens when she felt the tip of Daemon's erection run over her folds, barely giving enough time to prep her before he completely sheaths himself inside of her. It's tight and it burns, causing Y/n to throw her hand over her mouth to stifle the cry of pain forced out of her. Daemon lets out a small growl and doesn't give her time to adjust, moving back out of her only to slide back in. His hips meet hers once she's able to take him fully without much resistance, and yet all Y/n can do was either shut her eyes or watch the wall, wanting to hide her body and shame into the very mattress Daemon began to fuck her into.
"Relax, Lady Y/n," Rhaenyra softly soothed the woman, her voice closer than what Y/n remembered. Turning her head, Y/n found her now sitting on the edge of the bed, hovering over the newlyweds' writhing forms. Rhaenyra's eyes appeared curious, intrigued by whatever she finds when Y/n's gaze meets her. The princess leans forward and finds Y/n's hand, sliding her own fingers in between Lady Strong's, "If you relax your body, it will hurt less."
Y/n tries to listen and obey, taking a few shaking breaths to calm herself, despite Daemon's hips snapping harshly into hers, forcing her breasts to bounce. The slight friction of Y/n's skewed nightgown brushing over her nipples sends a chill down her spine, and for a moment she forgets the pain, shivering as her hand tightly holds Rhaenyra's, briefly forgetting her embarrassment. Daemon grunts at the feel of her walls tightening around him, ever so slightly, slick sounds now filling the air instead of raw, dry claps. For the most part, he had been focused more on thrusting instead of acknowledging his wife, keeping his eyes lowered as he watches his cock disappear into her wet cunt with each snap of his hips. He refused to watch Y/n as he beds her, more focused on his goal than on pleasure.
However, after a long stretch of time, the prince found it harder and harder to peak, desperate for release as he starts thrusting harder and faster. Y/n bites the inside of her cheek so as not to scream, forcing her eyes closed again to stop the unshed tears from falling. Daemon's grunts were less pleasurable and were more out of frustration, still avoiding his wife's face and body out of a stubborn will.
Rhaenyra can see the exhaustion on her uncle's face and so she takes matters into her own hands. Still hanging onto Y/n, the princess uses her free hand to cup Daemon's face, forcing him to look up at her. Daemon's eyes meet hers and she could see the lust for her pooling in his hard gaze. She could see his desire but also his frustration. Rhaenyra leans in and kisses Daemon, moaning straight into his mouth.
He had spilled inside of Y/n soon after that, the Lady Strong relieved for it to finally be over.
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However, she quickly realized that it would be far from over. She had promised to bring forth a child for Rhaenyra and Daemon Laenor, and until she did so, she would have to let Daemon back into her bed. It's not as though Rhaenyra wanted Laenor to share Y/n's bed, although Y/n was sure that she was far from Laenor's fancy anyway, but Daemon was now her lawful husband, and a child from him would be perfect for Rhaenyra. Besides, Y/n was positive that Rhaenyra would prefer to have a child from Daemon over her own husband.
For several nights after her wedding, Y/n would be accompanied by her husband and her newly appointed niece. And for several nights, after Daemon was finished, both he and Rhaenyra would leave her chambers, alone and sore in her bed. The nights weren't so bad after a fashion, and perhaps that was because Rhaenyra made it bearable for Y/n. Every morning after, Y/n was visited by the princess, and a tray of food and drink would come with her. Y/n was surprised but also inwardly delighted by Rhaenyra's kindness. Both of the women broke their fasts together so much that it became a tradition every single day. It even came to a point where even if Daemon didn't bed Y/n, Rhaenyra would still visit with her aunt the morning after.
A month had gone by and Rhaenyra sat in her normal seat at Y/n's table, sipping on her morning tea while staring out the balcony. The peaceful silence that usually followed this routine visit was oddly charged and heavy. The princess sensed this, glancing over to Y/n only to find the other woman staring down at her lap as if in shame.
"What is it?" She found herself asking, although her stomach turned with the suspicion that she already knew.
Y/n looked up, sighing in exhaustion, "My flower came this morning."
Disappointed, Rhaenyra only blinks, nodding while setting her cup down, "I can't say I'm surprised. It was foolish to get my hopes up that everything would happen right away."
Y/n nods as well, although the lines on her forehead didn't go away. Rhaenyra wanted to reach out with her thumb and soothe it over but had to pinch herself in order to refrain from doing so. She watched Y/n's face continue to fall into despair, the Strong woman gulping down the soreness in her throat when she felt her eyes begin to water, "Am I doing something wrong, Princess?"
The weakness in her voice nearly shattered Rhaenyra's heart, for once unable to reply with all the things she was supposed to say. Instead, a fire raged within her belly, and with it revealed the dragon within her. Y/n didn't notice, but Rhaenyra felt a cloud in her mind as she reached over to take Y/n's hand.
"No, it's not you, Lady Y/n. It's not you."
She had an idea of who was really to blame for her aunt's distress.
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A/N: So, uh... I'm DEFINITELY making a Part 2, whether ya'll like it or not. Hope you enjoyed!
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The Adopted Princess| Dark! Targaryen and Velaryon Boys x Reader (Aegon II, Aemond, Jacaerys, Lucerys) V
"Your father and I going to miss you so much, my dear" Rhaenyra says as she and Laenor, both, pull you into a tight hug.
"Me too"
You pull away from them, your lips quivering as you try to stop yourself from crying.
However, when Jacaerys and Lucerys hug you, that's when you break down.
"That's not fair, you are supposed to be my wife, not his, I would treat you much better than Aemond" Jacaerys exclaims angrily.
"It is all my fault, (Y/n), please don't leave!" Lucerys cries out, feeling guilty that he is the reason why you are leaving them.
"I believe the king already arranged the whole thing before the fight, so don't blame yourself, Luke" you assure him.
"But it is true, we dragged you into this fight and you even got hurt because of us" Rhaena exclaims.
"And Aemond is cruel, and he might treat you badly" Baela adds with a sad tone.
You stay silent, wanting to say that Aemond has been treating you kindly and you two were exchanging letters but decided against it.
Just because he is your friend and future husband, it doesn't excuse him from calling your brother 'bastards' and also claiming Vhagar, even though the dragon is the one who chose her rider.
"If he ever upsets you, I will shove my sword into his good eye" Daemon states all of a sudden, smirking at you.
You smile at his overprotectiveness, nevertheless, you still can't believe that the rough prince is your grandfather.
"I wonder why my father didn't allow you to raise me" you inquire.
"Because he is chaotic," Rhaenyra says, grinning at her uncle.
"But, aren't all dragons chaotic though?" you point out playfully, easing up a bit.
Daemon stares at you, realizing how you have his son's smile and playful attitude.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but the ship is ready to departure"
Alicent says after walking up to you and your family like she didn't try to poke out Luke's eye the other day.
"I'm ready to leave, your highness," you say timidly, which made the queen smile, and link her arm with yours.
"Oh dear, no need for formality, just call me mother" Alicent insists, making Rhaenyra glare at her angrily.
While you and the queen ascend the ship, Lucerys notices Aemond smirk down at him and Jacaerys from the ship, mocking them.
As if he is trying to say, that 'you might have taken my eye out, but I claimed Vhagar and (Y/n)'
However, Aemond doesn't realize that the real danger is his older brother.
𑁍𑁍❀𑁍𑁍
You stare down at the water, tears still wet on your cheeks while anxiety is eating at you in slow motion.
Even though the queen showed good intentions toward you, yet, you still feel afraid, after all, you don't have anyone by your side in King's landing if something would happen.
Yes, the king promised your mother and grandfather to keep you safe, something which Daemon laughed at, due to the king's declining health.
If something would ever happen between you and Aemond, let's say a fight for example, who would stand by your side?
No one, absolutely no one.
"Princess?"
You quickly turn around to face Larys Strong, surprised to even see him.
That man never approached you, sometimes you would catch him inspecting you just like he does with everyone, but he never spoke to you.
"Lord Larys," you say, softly, trying to look anywhere so he doesn't see your red-shot eyes.
"It saddens me to see you crying my princess," the cunning man says, offering you a handkerchief to wipe your tears.
You take it from him, smiling in gratitude at his kind gesture.
"May I know what worries you, princess?" Larys inquires, standing beside you.
"I just feel like I'm a bargain of peace in this arranged marriage" you confess.
"Oh, I don't think you should think of it in this way, my dear, it will benefit you greatly" you frown in confusion.
"How would it benefit me?"
Before Larys could answer you, Aegon storms up to you.
"There you are, I have been searching everywhere for you..." Aegon stops when he sees the new lord of Harrenhal.
"Greetings, Lord Strong" the Targaryen prince greets the man with a spiteful tone at his instruction with you.
"My prince" Larys greets him back, bowing his head a bit before Aegon turns his attention fully towards you.
"You need to rest, this trip will be long and tiring, and your stupid dragon almost bit my finger off" you roll your eyes at him.
"That's because Quicksilver hates arrogant brats" you mumble, rushing away before Aegon asks you what you just said.
Aegon turns to Lary and sneers at him.
"Stay away from her, you fucking creep"
With that, Aegon follows after you, leaving him standing alone.
Larys would do anything but stay away from you, that's for sure.
After all, your father was a dear friend of his.
𑁍𑁍❀𑁍𑁍
"What are you doing here, Aemond?" You question the said boy, looking at him sleepy.
"I came here to apologize about what I did to you the other day, I had no right" your gaze softens at his apology.
"You should also apologize to Jace, Luke, Baela, and Rhaena when you meet them again" Aemond scoffs at this sentence.
"They started it, they attacked me first because Vhagar accepted me as her new rider" the silver-haired boy defends himself.
"You called my brothers bastards" Aemond chuckles.
"Aren't they though?" you narrow your eyes at him.
"No, they are not-" he stops you.
"Yes, they are, and if you are to become my wife, then you must stand by my side and support my views"
You stay silent, not knowing what to say.
It's true, that once a woman gets married into her husband's family, she is expected to support her husband even against her own family.
Aemond grabs your hands into his warm, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"My family is now your family, you have to support Aegon's claim to the throne, by doing that, you are doing your duty"
You gulp, coming to realize the fact that Aemond has changed.
"And if I don't?"
His grasp tightens on your hands, his stare becoming colder.
"Then I will force you to do your duty"
Part VI
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May i request a larys one where wife!reader is slutty like in your character insp, but only for him ;) and she's just as cunning too when she makes larys do something for the benefit of her house and she asks it in bed with his tip leaking on her clit and she makes him swear that he'll do it before she puts it in i love girlboss reader characters just as i love dumb innocent reader characters 😍
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You did not know how you had gotten so lucky. The choice of husband presented to you was a dream come true with your matching personalities that nobody else would understand. But still - he was a man. They were controlled by the same thing in the end, which was something you took full advantage of.
Like now. Your husband could be an incredibly stubborn man when he wanted to be. It was what you loved about him, when it worked in your favour. “Larys….” You hummed as his bare body rested on you. His fat cock in your hand was leaking. He was making such a mess, you thought.
He hummed. Larys had given up begging, not that he would beg for long anyway. “I want something.” You purred into his ear. A smirk playing on your lips that he could not see as your fingers slowly moved up and down his throbbing length. Your nails brushing against him had Larys shivering.
“You always want something.” Larys hummed. His soft lips moving over your neck as his tongue licked at you. Your free hand moved into his hair and began to play with his locks. The quiet moment lasted until you squeezed his cock. His shout of pain and pleasure he loved so much echoed.
Your chuckle echoed around the room too. “Are you listening?” You hummed. Your thumb brushed over his slit and his whole body shook. “Feel how wet I am for you.” The words continued to fall from your mouth as you slowly brought his fat head towards your soaked pussy. “I’m listening…” Larys was able to gasp out.
“Good…” You hummed. Your smirk only grew as you brought him exactly where he needed to be. “That little whore who is sniffing after my brother…” You began as you slowly brought his cock up and down your soaked pussy. His pre-cum already soaking your clit as you pushed him against it.
“You know…” Larys began but his words were lost to him as you pushed just the tip of his cock inside your warm, soaked pussy. It was something he could never deny. “I want her gone…I don’t care how.” You continued to speak as your free hand moved through his locks once more. As he moved; you pulled him away from you.
Larys practically growled when you kept him from you. Your hand was a complete mess of his own wetness. Yours was drenching the sheets beneath you, you were sure of it. “Hmm, can you do this for me?” You whispered into his ear. You began to softly nibble on him whilst keeping Larys impossibly close.
“Hmm?” You whispered and finally Larys began to nod. His own pants escaped him as the pleasure took over. The desire for you to invade his thoughts. “Will you kill her for me?” You purred, slowly bringing his cock against your soaked pussy. “Yes, anything you want.” Larys finally whispered out.
“Good…” You couldn’t punish him for long after he promised to do such a thing. You rocked against him as you still controlled his cock before you began to guide him inside you. A moan echoed from him as your warmth came around his cock. Your walls flutter as your own pleasure takes over.
Your head fell back against the pillows behind yourself as he finally bottomed. Your hand moved to grip at the sheets around you as Larys finally leaned away. His eyes locked onto yours as your face was screwing up in pleasure. Soon, his lips smashed onto your own in a passionate kiss.
You moaned and your arms were soon around his neck again. Your tongues danced in a battle that neither one of you were going to submit to any time soon. The kiss quickly became sloppy; so unlike the chaste ones in public. You were both so greedy for each other. It could be dangerous.
For now, you had him in your pocket until the tides would shift, just as they always did between you both. His hands roughly captured your breasts before he leaned in and took your nipples into his hot mouth. “Oh gods…yes…” You whined as his thrusts were picking up pace after being denied for so long.
Your legs wrapped around him, keeping him close. Your bare bodies brushing against each other as the passion inside you both only rose. Your nails moved down his back; leaving red marks that had Larys’ cock throbbing inside you. In retaliation, Larys pinched your nipple and began to bite.
“Fuck…” You moaned out. His cock slipped deeper inside you as his thrusts turned hard. He began to fuck you up the bed as his hand moved for the headboard now. His dark eyes locked onto you before he lent in for another passionate kiss that took your breath away; just as his cock was doing.
You flipped him over. His cock stayed inside you as you easily began to bounce. Your hands move to the headboard now as your head falls back. Your locks cascading down your back whilst he roughly palmed at your breasts. “Yes ..yes ! oh …” You cried out as your orgasm ripped through you.
Lary’s hold on you only tightened as he moved to grip your hips. He began to jackhammer inside your weeping pussy; fucking you through your orgasm. Your tongue nearly falls out as your mind completely melts for a moment. His fat head pushing against your spongy spot that had you squirting still.
Your legs shook as he took his pleasure. His free hand slowly moving up; pinching your nipple as he did before moving it around your throat. Gently, he squeezed, which had your fluttering walls clamping on his cock just as he wanted. Just as he needed for his own release to move through him.
His cum flooded you; leaking out already after his build up. His thumb flicked at your clit again and again causing you to jolt for him. His own thrusts were at a stop as he stayed inside you. “Larys…” You whimpered as your hands moved to rest on his chest. All the while he tortured your sensitive clit.
Two of his knuckles squeezed as you began to shake around him some more. Your pants echoing around the room as he drew out another climax. You hardly took a breath before he forced his soaked fingers inside your mouth. He moved them until you gagged whilst he pushed down on your tongue.
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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 🥰💖
comments, reblogs and likes are always appreciated 🥰💖
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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Smoke, Fire and Ash
Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Blood, grief, sadness, suicidal thoughts.
This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.
Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)
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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.
Note: Oh boy, get the tissues ready. Mummy and daddy have returned to the Red Keep for their baby, and honestly? I think we have all been waiting for this reunion. Not long now till we finish this holy smokes! Enjoy <3
Chapter 106: The Rightful Heir
The room rushed around you as you stared at your parents.
How long had it been?
How long had it been since you last saw them?
Held them?
Rhaenyra’s eyes were filled with tears as she ran swiftly across the chambers towards you, her steps faltering as she saw you did not stand to meet her.
Buttoned high across her neck were her riding leathers, but across her chest was cuirass of a black armour, the insignia of your House raised at the front of it. Her long hair was braided and pulled back and away from her face, golden crown nestled amongst the silver strands.
She was dressed for battle.
They both were.
Daemon donned riding leather and armour alike. His hair was messed, braided back and half down, pressed against his scalp likely from the weight of his helmet, which was nowhere to be seen; tossed to the ground as he ran through the Keep with your mother in search of you.
Each pauldron was crafted to look as though they were dragon wings, curling down over the length of his shoulders and upper arms. Each rerebrace and and vambrace slotted over each other down his arms like dragon scales. The same for his chest piece and faulds, perfectly made to look like the belly scales of Caraxes, dripping down his body sharply, meanly.
A new set of armour you had not seen before, made for this moment.
“Y/n?” Rhaenyra whispered, almost in disbelief, head tilted as she looked at you.
But your fathers reaction was different.
He walked slowly, as though assessing a risk in the room, as though he was waiting for some unseen danger to reveal itself. As if you were being used as bait to lure the two of them out.
But it wasn't just his careful scouting of the chambers in search of his nephew, his eyes told another story. A story which entailed just how shocked he was to see you, in the way that you were, blood covered and crown atop your head. Your fathers mind not quite catching up to the image before him.
Daemon's eyes cast over Larys Strong’s body, jaw tensing, but then a small smirk twitched at the corner of his lips.
It reminded you so much of Aemond.
And yet you did not move towards them. You sat and watched as your parents looked up at you from the bottom of the Iron Throne. Questions on the tips of their tongues, barely held resolve vibrating in their bodies.
It was clear they wished to come to you, run to you and hold you, but they didn't, and all because you didn't take the first steps.
Your heart ached in your chest. You wished they could feel it. Feel how much you wished to run to them, to leap into their arms and feel their hands and lips against your cheeks and head. To smell their scents around you, and hold them to you finally, in ways that you had longed to for months on end.
But you could not move, like you had grown to the throne, flesh and bones curling around each pommel and blade that your weight sat heavily on. Unable to lift yourself from it as you leant back, gut churning with anxiety. But what was more, an unavoidable rage and anger prevented you.
Prevented you from giving up something you had given so much for.
The war.
The losses.
Aemond.
You breathed deeply.
“I’ve had some time to think.” You licked your lips, the skin dry and cracked as you spoke down to them, Rhaenyra’s posture stiffening, and Daemon’s eyes roaming your body rapidly, finally landing at the bloodied crown that sat atop your head.
"About what I have done." You continued, voice becoming louder, firmer, more authoritative, "What I have endured to sit here. What I have had to do to sit here. And the more I sit, the more I think; Why?”
Rhaenyra shifted on her spot, brows furrowed in concern as she looked over you, trying to assess if any of the blood that was drying upon your skin was yours, “Why what, my sweet?”
Your lungs expanded as you sucked in a deep breath, the sound of guards and men outside yelling, no doubt Rhaenyra and Daemon’s, claiming the Red Keep and Kings Landing.
But it was the bitterness of disdain that settled heavily upon your tongue, the anger that you would have to live forever more with your choices, the denial of it creeping across your skin.
In that moment, in those months you had been locked away, kept away, trapped, it was hard to not feel anger. To not feel hate. Or pain. Or anguish. To not feel righteous and justifiable disdain at all who did not suffer the way you had.
And so you channeled that rage, and you let it pour from you like a steady stream of fire.
“Why should I give the throne to you?” Your voice sounded foreign as it passed your lips. The presence of a silver haired man in your periphery as you spoke caused you to inhale sharply, blinking to try and get him out of your sight, “Why should you sit here, on a throne I have earnt with my blood? Why should you sit here, after all I have done to ensure it. After all I have lost. After all I have sacrificed.”
“Tala," Daughter, Daemon's voice rose, confusion, concern, and sorrow in his voice, "Skoros ēza-“ What has-, But your voice raised higher, angry and resentful as you interrupted him, Rhaenyra flinching at his side.
“-I have earnt this, more than you." You sneered down at them, "I have been raped and defiled for this throne." You watched their faces crumpled, "I have been beaten and mocked, before the court... The realm, to laugh at, to jest. Trapped and kept from my family in this vipers nest for a year! I have lost a child, and gained another to survive. To win this throne for you.” Your heart beat rapidly against your chest as blood rushed in your ears.
Rhaenyra’s face crumpled further, the softness of her eyebrows pulled down, and the violet of her eyes seemingly sparkling as tears gathered in the corners.
Even in her sorrows, she was beautiful.
Daemon however, looked enraged.
“But what have you done for me?” Your voice cracked, “You left me here.” You took a shuddering breath, watching as Rhaenyra shook her head in denial, chest rising and falling brokenly.
But then your voice hardened, lips twitching as you held back a sneer, "You made Jacaerys your successor, and me your Hand." You scoffed, "I have lost a dragon and gained another. I have been plucked from the sky and lived. The small folk say we are closer to Gods than man, but I must be a God if I am standing here today. If I sit where I sit. If I have survived what I have endured.”
Rhaenyra’s guards flooded the chambers, ensuring the safety of their Queen and King, eyes all cast up to you, their daughter, who sat upon the Iron Throne, Conquerors Crown atop her head.
Your knuckles gripped the arms of the throne tightly, blade of your dagger scrapping loudly against one of the swords as you leant forward, “It is I the eldest daughter, the Merciless Queen, who should sit this throne. I have earnt it. It is mine by right.”
Queen Rhaenyra’s brow hardened, and her lips pulled down as you spoke, though a traitorous tear escaped her eye, sliding down her face. Daemon shifted beside her, looking up at you through his white lashes, his jaw ticking and hands at his side flexing.
“So you are to depose me of the throne? Like my brother? Your own mother?” Her voice cut across the chambers.
Your nostrils flared, trying to push the tide that surged within you. But it built, just as it always did, rising and climbing inside of you, dragging you down into its cold and murky depths, suffocating you in its clutches.
It was sorrow.
Loss.
Grief.
You licked your lips again, voice crackling in the back of your throat as you felt your own tears prick at your eyes, "The thought of sitting here, despite me earning it with my own hands, is agonising, muña." Mother, You clutched a hand against your chest, wringing the bloodied chemise in your fist, and watched as Rhaenyra's head tilted to the side sadly.
"It fills me with sorrow, knowing that sitting here would mean to depose you. That it would be another usurpation of the Iron Throne. Another of my own mother, who I love dearly. Who I have suffered for months for. And my father. Kepa.” Father, Your lips shook as you spoke, a small sob falling from them as you said kepa.
A tear tracked down your cheek, “It tears my heart in two to even think of such a thing, the pain more mighty than what has been done to it these past moons.” You shook your head, clenching the arm of the throne, a sharp sting running up your fingertips, the blades of the slicing at the flesh that gripped them tightly, knuckles white.
“I did this all for you, muña. I stayed for you. Because I love you, because it is your birthright. Because it was my duty. So much so, that I have committed the most egregious of sins. I have done something that can never be undone." A loud sob filled the chambers, "I will never be whole again.”
It was quiet.
So very quiet in the throne chambers as you mother and father looked at you with tear filled eyes, wet tracks sliding down Rhaenyra's face. But they waited, they waited for you to continue, as they always have done, knowing that you had not had a chance to be open with them for so long, opening the door for you to speak your truth, which had been taken from you since the very moment you had arrived to the Red Keep.
Your chest ached, pain spreading across your body, and up your throat.
Was this how Aemond felt? When you betrayed him?
When you pierced his throat with the blade he had given you?
Was this how it felt when he looked up at you as he died?
That lump settled in the back of your throat once again as you desperately tried to swallow it.
“Iksan ēdrugī." I am tired, "I am weary, muña. Eman issare pryjatan, kepa." I have been broken, father. "And yet I sit on this throne, babe in my stomach; the son of the One-Eyed King." Rhaenyra's eyes widened, "A man I loved. A man I killed. And all for you. I pierced his throat with mine own dagger in our bed; a dagger he gifted me, to keep me safe from Aegon. And what did I do?” Another tear slid past your cheek.
"I betrayed him." You sneered, anger at yourself rising.
Daemon lifted a foot and set it on the first step below the throne, his hand holding Rhaenyra’s tightly for grounding. The both of them wishing to run to you, to hold you, to feel you with their hands and make sure you were real, and not an illusion.
But the chill was back. And Aemond's presence in your periphery became harder, and harder to ignore.
You wished it was anyone but him.
Lucerys, Helaena, even Larys.
But it was him.
And he was there.
Watching.
“If I give you this throne, what do I get?” Your tone became icy, emotionless and cold, the warmth having bled from the tip of your tongue as you tapped it at the back of your teeth, “What is my payment for months of rape and torture. Of Aegon! Of Aemond."
The anger was back, bursting through you like wildfire, uncontrollable and ungraspable. You couldn't stop it, couldn't stop the heat that continued to rise inside of you.
“Will you banish me to Dragonstone, never to be seen again? Will you strip me of my titles once more, and give them to Jacaerys? Will my actions have no reward? No recognition? Will you turncloak against your own daughter?”
Daemon’s eyes opened in horror before narrowing into slits, angry, remorseful, bereft, “Why didn’t you tell us?! I would have burnt the kingdom to the ground! We would have come for you!
“And then where would we be?!” You cried back, “Still crownless, with a broken daughter and a war once again. You have sat at Dragonstone growing fat from my achievements, none the wiser to my suffering as I have lost myself and my senses for this throne. So tell me, what do I get?”
You saw Aemond's body shift, directing his eye to your parents.
Watching.
Waiting.
Supporting.
A tear slid down Rhaenyra’s porcelain cheek, “Why did you let yourself suffer so? My sweet girl." She said sorrowfully, and a tear slid down your cheek, "What horrors have you been subjected to that you have not yet told us?" Her hand tensed in your fathers grip, and you watched as his thumb brushed over her skin to soothe her, to calm her. But you knew it was more for himself.
"Why did not call for us sooner?" She sobbed, and another piece of your heart broke, "We would have come to get you. What of the people we had here for you? The maids? The Maester? I would have died for you to come home. To come back to us.” Her voice crackled and broke at the end, her pale hand spread against the sigil of her breastplate, fingers digging into the cold metal.
You leant back in the throne and shut your eyes sadly, not being able to bear the sight of your parents looking so broken, so horrified, so remorseful for something they had no control over.
You had made your decision to stay.
Not them.
You breathed in, and your voice came out quieter this time, softer, the fire simmering in the background, “I sat in these walls and dreamt of you coming to save me. But you never did. And you couldn’t have. Because it would have been for naught. All my suffering, my blood spilt, it would have been for naught if I had sent that raven to you earlier." You opened your eyes to look down at them.
Daemon and Rhaenyra had crept up three steps more, as your eyes had been shut, desperate to get close to you. Desperate to hold you.
You continued, "And I had tried once. I wrote a letter, but quickly dashed that hope into the flames of the hearth and watched them burn away. I stayed because I knew it was my duty to do so.”
Duty.
Duty.
All of it was for duty.
All of this had been for duty.
And what had duty done for you?
Nothing but losses.
You straightened yourself in your seat, tapping your dagger against the metal arm in thought, “I have conquered this throne by right, not just one King, but two. I did that, and alone no less. No one else. Me.” You raised your head high. “Aemond slayed Aegon for me. And I have slayed Aemond for you.”
The flames were back, and they licked at your face hotly.
“What could we possibly give you that could take this pain away?” Rhaenyra breathed, unsure of what to do, what to say, whilst Daemon stared at you the way you had stared at Aemond's corpse; with nothing but grief.
“What could we have possibly done without knowing the truth of what has happened here? I never wanted this for you, you forced my hand! I would have never let you come here if I had known you would suffer so." She all but cried.
You laughed humourlessly, “I am a fools Queen. A Queen, muña. The Broken Queen. The Queen Maker... And a Queen for a Day.”
Rhaenyra Targaryens face morphed into one of confusion before settling on shock, half blinking as another tear slid down her cheek. Daemon took another step towards you, but was held back by his wife, who’s arm was stretched out, keeping him from ascending any more stairs to you.
There was that anger again.
Anger that was not justifiably directed at them, and you knew it. You knew it to your core. But it still ate away at you, tearing at your flesh, and resolve, and strength, piece by piece. Sharp claws lashing at your heart with every word spoken.
They had been none the wiser to what had happened here, perhaps small whispers from the maids and Maester, but you had promised you would call for them, summon them with two little words if it became too much, if it became too violent, if it became the horrors that not even yourself could quite conceive just yet, but you hadn't. And it did not erase the hurt. It did not erase the pain.
And you were punishing yourself.
Keeping yourself from them. Hurting them. Lashing out at them, trying to be the worst version of yourself so that you could justify what you had just done in the mere early hours of the morning, before the sun had even risen.
Trying to justify that you were a worse monster than he had been. Trying to convince yourself that you deserved it. That you deserved the pain. The abandonment. The grief.
Because you betrayed him.
In his softest of moments, in his most honest of moments, in his most vulnerable of ones, you had betrayed him.
And how could you ever forgive yourself for that?
How could they ever forgive you for that if they knew the truth of it?
And they would.
They would know the whole truth of it.
And they would come to fear you, be horrified by their daughter, you were sure of it.
It nagged at the back of your head, like the scratching of Lucerys' whispers that had haunted you for months on end. A darkness in the back of your mind that you knew was yourself, a part of yourself you could never escape. A part of yourself that had always been there, that had been fed by the violence you had endured, and doubled in size in the violence you had committed.
It was there.
Just like it was there in him.
Always there.
To burn together.
Monster.
How could you ever do it?
How could you ever betray them?
You could not.
You would not.
If you did, you would die.
Your heart would stop beating itself, you were sure of that. It would still in your chest as it felt it would now, as though it would no longer beat for another. As though when Aemond's had stopped, yours had with it.
You couldn't do it.
You could not take this from them.
From her.
From your mother who had loved and raised you.
From your father who had done the same.
You would sooner throw yourself into the ocean, or onto the spikes at the bottom of Maegor's holdfast to be pierced upon, in a way you felt you deserved, and then, only then, would you be reunited with him. Would you get to hold him once more.
Would you get to love him, and never be threatened, or taken from him again.
Another tear fell.
You gave them a small smile, a sad smile, of regret, of sorrow, of mourning, “Let me have a moment more… Please.” You spoke quietly to them, and only to them.
Guards stationed themselves at the door to secure the chambers, the sounds of dragons flying above the Keep loud and ever present. You breathed in again, closing your eyes as you found the strength to speak once more.
“To see how it feels to sit on a throne I have earnt, and to know, that it was I who put you here. For never again shall I sit here. For after you, it will be Jacaerys, and then his heir, and their heir after. Let me be the Queen I was fated to be, if only a moment more.”
And so you sat, watched on by your mother and father as you felt the weight of the crown atop your head, the Conquerors Crown. A crown you had, by design, conquered.
The blood of the King drenched heavily atop your body, darkening your hair and skin and chemise, the sharp cold of the blades of the Iron Throne beneath you.
A crown forged in blood.
You stared at them, a moment more as they gave you the time you requested, watching as they stood stiffly, eyes shimmering with tears, their faces having fallen as you sat a moment more. And then, all too soon, your resolve and anger melted away, and a tidal wave of grief and relief flooded over you.
You stood shaikly, legs aching as you stretched to your full height, your parents looking up at you in anticipation, taking steps backwards away from the throne.
Your chest heaved, as you took one step, then another, and then flew down the steps and crashed into their waiting arms, Daemon lifting you off the stairs, turning you to face your mother, who buried her face into the crux of your neck. A small sob fell from her lips as they both held you tightly for the first time since you had left them at Dragonstone.
You cried, loudly, sobbing into Daemon, who cooed and kissed at the top of your head, fingers digging painfully into your flesh as he gripped you tightly. Making sure you could not leave him again.
Your father almost collapsed as you felt him cry and shake with you in his arms. Holding him so tightly to him you could scarcely breathe, hands shaking so violently that they almost vibrated.
“Ñuha byka vīlībāzmio.” My little warrior, He whispered into your blood clumped hair, “Issi ao ōdrikagon?” Are you hurt?
You sobbed louder, heart feeling like it would give out, stomach hardened and in pain with how it clenched, "Ñuha prūmia iksis pryjatan.” My heart is broken.
Rhaenyra hushed you gently, pressing a kiss thrice against your cheek, and oh how you missed it. How you missed the way she always did it, always in three's, always the same. Familiar. Yours. Hers. Whispering praise into your ear, promising that you were safe, that they were here now, that they loved you, that they came for you.
And they had.
“I loved him.” You wailed brokenly.
“We know.” Daemon whispered, smoothing your hair at your back.
“I’m with child. And I killed him. I killed the man I loved.” You bawled.
“Ñuha dōna riña.” My sweet girl, Rhaenyra took you from your fathers arms, and you buried your head into her neck, feeling Daemons heat behind you, gripping you tightly, as you inhaled her scent, "He would forgive you. I know he would. My brother would understand. He understood."
It didn't do much to help calm you, but it helped to reassure you that they were truly there, and that they were not a vision like your brother, or Helaena or-
You lifted your head, opening your eyes to the chambers behind Rhaenyra.
There, at the back of the room, hidden amongst the shadows, was the violet and sapphire gaze you would come to miss the most.
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Love in the Kingswood | Harwin Strong X Reader
Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong X Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2489
Synopsis: Princess Rhaenyra's Lady in Waiting, Lady (Y/N) Vaelor, slays a boar to protect her cousin, upon her return to the royal camp she realizes she's caught the attention of Ser Harwin Strong, and as they go on their own hunt they fall in love.
Author's Note: Feedback and comments are always appreciated! Also any ideas for other one shots so I can be inspired to write more :). Can be found on A03 as well.
Never had you been so happy to see a forest as you were when you arrived at the Kingswood. After hours of awkward small talk, glares from Alicent and the uncomfortable bumpy carriage ride you were more than ready to disembark. As Lady in Waiting to Princess Rhaenyra you were a constant companion at her side and as a distant cousin you were welcomed into the inner circle of the Royal Family. King Viserys had recognized Rhaenyra’s increasing isolation after Queen Aemma’s death so he reached out to your father Lord Vaelor who quickly dispatched you to King’s Landing. It was daunting at first but you became fast friends with Rhaenyra, a comforting and supporting presence for her. As the royal carriage slowed you could hear the cheers for the babe Aegon outside, Rhaenyra already withdrawing into herself.
“Are you ready?” you asked softly, grasping her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. After a few seconds she gave you a brave smile and nod before stepping off with you at her side.
The encampment was enormous with various tents and booths for Aegon’s name day celebration. Soon you found yourself in the main royal tent and after a quick conversation with King Viserys who doted on you as if his own daughter, you went on your rounds but kept a watchful eye on Rhaenyra. The King never explicitly stated you were to mind her but it became evident you were also responsible for keeping her in line, as spirited as she was. As you exchanged words with Larys Strong, you could see Rhaenyra speaking with her father, both voices increasing in tandem with their agitation. As their argument came to a crest, gathering the attention of the court, Rhaenyra stormed off.
“Pardon me, Larys I must go!”
Larys, understanding your role, nodded and stepped aside as you tried your best not to run in the tent, trying to make it through the maze of people. Once you were at the exit you broke into a sprint at the same time someone was walking in.
“Excuse me, I’m so sorry!” you apologized, not even recognizing the tall man you had bumped into. Ser Harwin Strong had seen you at court, a quiet shadow to the fiery Princess Rhaenyra, and had only formally met you when King Viserys had introduced you to the court. Watching you run after her he couldn’t help a small smile, he found your panicked state quite adorable. As he watched you go after Rhaenyra, his brother inched closer to him.
“Lady Vaelor is most kind, I’m sure she did not mean to leave in such a haste,” Larys noted.
“Do you spend time with her often?” Harwin turned to his brother. “We sometimes cross paths in the library and will have tea with others from court in the Godswood,” Larys replied.
“Do I sense romance?” Harwin teased but Larys rolled his eyes. “No. But from the way you constantly ask after her and the way you stared at her bottom as she walked past I’d say you had that notion in your own head,” Larys replied coolly. Harwin let out a bark of laughter, slapping his brother on the arm before continuing into the tent, the feeling of your body pressing against his, still on his mind.
“Rhaenyra wait!” you cried, lifting the bottom of your skirt as you tried to keep up with her long strides but she was soon galloping off into the forest.
“Ser Criston-,” you called out and you didn’t need to finish as he helped you up on your horse before mourning his own. Without wasting another minute your steeds were off, racing to follow Rhaenyra. You loved your cousin dearly, would defend her to the very end but sometimes you swore she was trying to give you gray hairs. Thankfully you were a skilled rider and even in your dress you quickly caught up with her. Criston grabbed the reins of her horse and she scowled as she was stopped.
“Gods above Rhaenyra give me warning next time you decide to run off,” you shook your head, patting the neck of your horse to calm it down.
“I just couldn’t stand it one more minute! I don’t want to marry,” she pouted, silver strands whirling around her face. Criston looked over to you and you both exchanged a serious look, shaking your head in disappointment but the air of seriousness broke as Rhaenyra smirked, making the forest come alive with your trio’s laughter.
Rhaenyra insisted on walking back but you were nowhere close to the camp by the time the sun had set. Thankfully your horses had food and water and a light blanket strapped to them so you assisted Criston in making the fire as Rhaenyra set up for the night.
“Do you think the realm would ever accept me as Queen?” Rhaenyra broke the calm silence as you all ate the bread and meat from your packs.
“The lords bent the knee to you Princess,” Criston replied but she didn’t seem satisfied by that answer.
“I think that you will be a great Queen. The realm never had a chance to be reigned by a Queen before. They may be uncomfortable at first but once you prove yourself to them they will love you as I do cousin,” you said making her grin. Before she could reply there was a rustle in the distance and the horses began to whine. Criston was up and peering into the darkness, sword at the ready for whatever it could be. From the corner of your eye you saw Rhaenyra bring out her glinting dagger and you cursed yourself for being unprepared. Suddenly you and Rhaenyra screamed as a large boar burst through the bushes and rammed into Criston sending him flying to the side. It barreled straight towards Rhaenyra, jumping on top of her as she let out another scream. The urge to defend and protect surged through you as you grabbed her dagger from the ground. With a cry you plunged it into the boar’s back with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed everywhere, hot and sticky, and the squeals of the boar filled the air. Criston pulled Rhaenyra out from under the boar as you continued to stab it, not stopping until it went completely still. The dagger fell from your hands, and you looked down, eyes widening in realization. Blood poured down your face and neck and the light purple fabric of your dress turned maroon.
“Fuck,” you hung your head.
“Fuck indeed,” Rhaenyra whispered, as she held onto Criston tightly.
“Cheers to Lady Vaelor, Slayer of Boars,” Criston breathed out before you fell over in exhaustion.
The following morning your trio finally made it back to the royal camp, exhausted, dirty and in need of a bath. The only upside was your kill which was being dragged by Criston’s horse. It soon became clear to everyone who had killed the boar. Climbing off your horse you tried to keep your composure as dozens of eyes watched you. Thank the gods your mother was not here or she would have dragged you off by your ear. Judgment and shock were evident on everyone’s faces as you walked alongside Rhaenyra. She had some blood splattered on her boots but you were drenched. It must have been quite the sight, Lady (Y/N) Vaelor, Princess Rhaenyra’s Lady in Waiting covered in the blood of the boar she had slain. What caught you by surprise was that in the sea of judgmental gazes there was a man, smiling. He was grinning as he peeled the skin off a rabbit, eyes roaming over you in a way that sent a delightful shiver over your body. Then you quickly realized who it was- Ser Harwin Strong. Thankfully the blush that spread across your cheeks was hidden by the blood. You were acquaintances with his brother Larys but had never gotten the chance to spend time with the man they called Breakbones. There he was eyeing you with a mixture of awe and something else, a sort of hunger. Breaking away from his gaze you followed Rhaenyra to your personal tent for a long awaited bath.
Later that evening you mustered the courage to come out of your tent and eat dinner. King Viserys had publicly thanked you for the boar, which was cooked for tonight. Not used to all of this attention you kept to the edge of the feast, picking at your meal. A shadow passed over you and when you looked up, your heart began to beat as fast as a hummingbirds.
“Ser Harwin,” you curtsied, dress pooling around you, tongue grazing your teeth to make sure nothing was stuck in it.
“At ease Lady Vealor,” he replied seriously as if you were a fellow member of the Night’s Watch, making you giggle. “That was horrible, I apologize,” Harwin chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.
“No, it was quite funny. How can I help Ser Harwin, if you are looking for the Princess-,” you began but he stepped closer to you, close enough that you needed to look up as he towered over you. “No, I was looking for you,” he said. Another blush spread across your cheeks and you found yourself at a loss for words. The most handsome man in Westeros (in your opinion because Rhaenyra would argue Daemon) was looking for you?!
“What do you say to going out on a small hunt of our own?” he asked hopefully. “I was impressed by your killing of the boar and I’ve heard you enjoy archery-,” he continued to ramble, as if afraid to hear rejection from you.
“I’d love to.”
Harwin paused, eyes widening with happiness and he suppressed the urge to sweep you up in his arms at the moment. Gathering his composure he stepped back, “Tomorrow morning then, I shall arrive at your tent at sunrise, My Lady,” Harwin bowed his head.
“See you then Ser Harwin,” you curtsied before dashing off to find Rhaenyra.
Morning couldn’t come soon enough and when Harwin announced himself outside your tent you were ready, flinging the curtain open. Harwin forgot what he was going to say as he looked down at you as he gulped. Gone was the usual purple dress, today you looked like a huntress. Hair braided away from your face, leather trousers, your house sigil of two spears embroidered on your vest.
“Good morning Ser Harwin, Princess Rhaenyra is spending the day with the King so it looks like I’m all yours today,” you greeted him with a shy smile.
“I’ll take any time I get with you Lady (Y/N),” Harwin smiled back before offering you his arm.
Your conversation had started light as you walked through camp, the usual pleasantries especially with so many ears around but as you made your way deeper into the forest you found yourself opening up more. Harwin was a great listener, nodding along to your stories and quite eager to learn more about you as he asked about your home, your life. It wasn’t long before you began to see evidence of rabbits in the area, Harwin insisting you take the lead on the hunt.
“Wouldn’t you prefer to be out there hunting down deer and wolves Ser Harwin, instead of hunting little rabbits with a Lady,” you teased as you crouched down. Harwin crouched down beside you, angling his body closer to yours.
“There’s nowhere I’d rather be at this moment,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. Turning to look at him, you were entranced by the depth of his eyes and you resisted the urge to run your hand through his mess of curls, turning back to the task at hand. Harwin watched as you brought out your bow, silently parting the bushes to get a clearer look at your target.
Notching the arrow your eyes narrowed in concentration, as you prepared your kill. Slowly your breaths evened out and with a final exhale your arrow went flying before hitting the rabbit straight through the eye.
“Damn!” Harwin cheered, squeezing your shoulder. Other men would have chastised you for your skill, or felt their manhood threatened but not Harwin. Ser Harwin Strong was not like other men, and you could already feel the stir of love in your chest.
After a few hours you had amassed quite a few rabbits and hares, Harwin carrying them in a bag as you walked beside him. With every step your bodies inched closer, shoulders grazing one another’s. After a few more minutes you approached a small creek bed that led to the camp and before you could look for a log to cross over, Harwin offered you his hand. Thinking he would guide you through the small stream you took it, “Thank you Ser-,” you began but let out a squeak as he wrapped his muscular arm around your waist and hoisted you up against his body. Instinctively you curled up against him, arms snaking around his neck as he walked you both through the water. He did not let you go however until you came closer to the camp, not at all tired. As he let you down you fought the urge to pout, not wanting to leave his comforting grasp.
“I’ve had a wonderful time, truly,” you thanked him, looking up at Harwin.
“Please just Harwin,” he said, hand reaching out to wipe dirt off your cheek gently.
“Harwin,” you echoed.
“Can I ask you something?” Harwin asked a bit nervously, and you nodded. “Why did you say yes to coming with me? I know my reputation-.”
“I said yes because you’re not like other men. You asked me to hunt with you, not to watch you hunt. Your brother Larys speaks nothing but good things about you. You’ve been nothing but kind to me Harwin,” you said sincerely. It was Harwin’s turn to blush and he looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching. Leaning forward his hand came to cup your neck and for a moment you thought he was aiming for your lips but instead his lips pressed against your forehead in a sweet kiss, so delicate for someone nicknamed Breakbones.
“I will always be kind to you (Y/N), I will be by your side if you let me,” Harwin whispered as he stared longingly into your eyes.
“I want nothing more,” you whispered back before surging upwards to kiss him, not caring who saw. Little did you know your journey with him would not end there but your relationship would blossom and endure through a civil war of fire and blood. Ballads would be sung of his strength in battle and of yours in diplomacy and eventually dragon riding, and in the end your children would carry on the legacy of both your houses with pride and glory.
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Lemon Cakes and Other Gifts
Pairing: Aemond x F!Strong!Reader
Summary: Someone has been leaving Princess Helena’s lady in waiting gifts in her chamber and Helena and (Y/N) struggle to figure out who until (Y/N) catches him lemon cake handed.
TW: none
Word Count: 1959
Part one. Part two is up and linked at the bottom.
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There were few comforts at court since your father and brother died. You still technically had Larys but while he was your ward you had never been close with your older brother. At least not as close as you had been to Harwin.
You were so much younger than the pair that Larys was often bored of your presence, but Harwin had loved it. he loved having a little sibling to play with and take care of. He taught you how to fight with a stick then a wooden sword then eventually, without telling your father, a real one. Larys wasn’t mean or cruel he just…didn’t care. So you were surprised he decided to keep you with him at court when your father and brother died. You expected to be sent back to Harrenhall.
Instead, you stayed at court and became Helena’s official lady in waiting. You had always been friends before this, being raised side by side in court due to your father being the king's hand, so all your duties were basically just doing what you usually did. You would read with her, talk, take walks, do her hair, and listen to her dreams. But Larys seemed happy with the ‘upgrade’.
Being so close with Helena meant being close to her brothers. While Aegon and you knew each other you rarely spoke though when you did it was often him asking for milk of the poppy for his hangovers. Aemond talked to you more often however still not a lot. Occasionally you would have dinner with his sister and him, and sometimes the rest of the Targaryen Hightower as well. He would talk about all things polite and expected but you would often catch him looking at you.
When you walked the halls with Helena you couldn’t tell if he was watching you or his sisters. However, even when Helena was not around you could swear you saw him glancing. You never had the nerve to glance back more than once. Sometimes if you were brave twice. It was hard not to stare but somehow you managed.
After a long day at court of fake smiling and making connections that made you nauseous, you returned to your chambers to find a plate of lemon cakes sitting on the table by your window. You couldn’t help but smile as you relaxed with your treats by the window, watching the sunset. You didn’t even question who had left them.
Then the next day arrived, and you found more treats in your room. A plate of iced currant cakes sat in the same spot the lemon cakes had. The day after that it was spiced cake. After that, it was gingered brie tart then cheesecake then strawberry pudding on the 7th day.
Each day you grew more suspicious that the kitchen didn’t just feel like being nice to you. You had asked a servant who often attended your chambers but she said she didn’t know. Who had been coming into your room to leave treats? Then it made sense.
“Helena,” You smiled as you jogged to catch up to her and take her arm.
“(Y/N)! you look happier than usual,” she said, linking her arm with yours as you began to walk together. “Would you like to join me in the gardens?”
“I would love to,” You beamed, “Also I wanted to say thank you. The cakes were so sweet, but you really didn’t need to,”
Helena’s face scrunched up “what cakes? Though im glad they’re making you happy. If I knew that’s all it took I would’ve hired a personal baker,”
“The cakes? The ones I’ve been finding in my room every night,” You stopped walking and Helena turned to look at you “It’s not been you leaving them?”
“I haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re talking about,”
After filling her in on all the details you finally arrived at the gardens. You sat together on the grass by a large yew tree on the edge of the garden.
“That’s so strange,” she said, “but im more worried about what stranger is going into your room. Unless the servant girl was lying and does know,”
“But why would she lie? Who wouldn’t want me to know they’re a nice person?” you said.
Suddenly Helena's smile took over her face, “You must have a secret admirer. Oh (Y/N) this is so adorable. Some starry-eyed lover is leaving you cakes!”
You laughed as she took your hands, “Helena that doesn’t change me not knowing who’s been going in my room,”
As you both laughed and talked together, speculating who it may be, you saw Aemond walk past, and your eyes felt glued to him however when you saw him walking over to you both you tore your eyes away. “Sister. (Y/N). you both seem very giggly today. Should I be scared?” he asked, raising an eyebrow,
Before you could stop her Helena already started “(Y/N) has a secret admirer. Someone has been leaving her cakes in her room for the past week. We’re trying to think who it could be. Have you heard anything,” you felt your cheeks grow redder as she spoke.
A smirk began to ghost Aemond’s face, “I can’t say I have but I will be sure to keep an ear out. Are there any suspects in particular?”
“Not yet,” Helena said, “but im dying to find out who. I wonder what they’ll leave you tomorrow,”
“Well if they keep leaving cakes my teeth may fall out,” you joked. Aemond’s smirk disappeared but you couldn’t tell why. He was probably getting bored of your conversation, “then again id be happy with anything he left me. It’s just nice to be appreciated,”
Aemond smiled “I understand. I’ll let you girls know if I hear anything. Goodbye sister. (Y/N).”
Later that night you returned to your chambers and went to check what treat you received this time only to find a book instead. Maybe your admirer had realised the effects of eating so many sweets.
From that night your gifts started to vary far more. You found books, flowers, fruits, honey, perfume, wine, and still the occasional sweet treat. After a full month of these gifts, you were desperate to find out who had been leaving them. The servants insisted they had no knowledge, and you didn’t like to try intimidating them.
By this point, Aegon had also found out and took to teasing you about who it could be. You just hoped it didn’t get back to your brother.
Usually, you didn’t head back to your chambers till after yours and Helena's usual dinner at 7 however her son had spat up on you halfway through and you needed to return to change. As you walked down the corridor from Helena’s room to your own you attempted to wipe the stain away with a rag. You were so preoccupied you didn’t even see Aemond until you had already knocked into him.
“Im so sorry my prince I- “
“It’s okay,” You looked up and watched as his face went red, “I was just leaving. Goodnight,”
You watched as Aemond rushed down the corridors and disappeared down the stairs. He had rushed off before he went to either his mother's or Helena’s chambers, only Helena’s children’s chambers and your own and there were in this corridor. You couldn’t help but wonder what happened. Maybe the smell of the baby's spit had grossed him out. You couldn’t tell.
Eventually, you turned and headed to your own chambers to change. After a struggle of trying to get your dress on and your nightgown on did you even think to check the table by the window. You walked over to the table and found a velvet box which you opened to reveal a gold chain necklace with a flower pendant.
You smiled as your fingers traced the flower and carefully took it from its box. The chain felt so delicate against your skin. After putting it on you sat by the window, watching over the courtyard with one hand on the necklace. You looked down to see Aemond walking across the courtyard. He stopped and turned for a second and he looked up at your room. You smiled and used your free hand to wave. For once you didn’t feel afraid to look at him. You couldn’t tell if he smiled back but he waved back and continued walking.
The next day you showed Helena the necklace and she gushed over it. she insisted it meant he was getting more serious, and he’d show his face soon. You weren’t so sure, but you couldn’t help feeling excited.
A few days passed and you headed to Helena’s chamber to have your usual dinner when you found out she was ill. She insisted it was nothing and you would have dinner the next night but she was just tired. You kissed her forehead and wished her well and returned to your own room to have dinner there.
You opened the door to your chambers and went to walk to your bed when you heard something smash and your head snapped to where the table by the window was.
“Aemond?” you asked as he frantically tried to pick up the broken plate and now ruined lemon cakes. “Are you okay?”
“Im fine im sorry I just knocked this over im sorry,”
“Hey, it’s okay,” you said as you walked over and crouched beside him, gently taking the pieces out of his hands, and sitting them on the table, “Its only lemon cake,” Aemond nodded his head and finally stood up but wouldn’t look at you, instead staring at the floor. You placed a hand on his shoulder, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he mumbled, eyes still glued to the floor, “I’ll leave you be. Goodnight (Y/N),”
As Aemond quickly walked to the door you looked at the plate and then to him, “Did you leave these here?”
Aemond froze. You had never seen him lost for words. He was quite sure. But he was quiet by choice. He always had a response for everything. But now he stood in the middle of your room silent as a ghost and almost as pale as one.
“What are you doing in my room Aemond?” you pressed, walking towards him. “Are you the one that’s been leaving me all these gifts?”
You walked in front of the prince, forcing him to look at you. “And if I have?” he asked. “Would you be mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” you smiled.
“I don’t know,” He whispered as he looked down again.
You smiled, taking a step closer, “Well if it had been you, I would need to say thank you. Then id need to try make up for all the gifts you gave me,”
Aemond eyes darted up to look at you. A smile finally started to come across his face. “How would you make it up to me? If I had of course,”
“Well, if you had,” you said taking another step closure, only being a few inches apart, “I might just have to kiss you,”
Aemond waited no more time and closed the gap. He grabbed your waist and brought you in to kiss you. Your hands went to his chest to try to steady yourself which only seemed to make the kiss get deeper.
Eventually, you had to pull away for air and you rested your forehead on his. “I’ll need to get you more lemon cakes,” Aemond said as he grinned down at you.
You couldn’t stop the smile on your face, “I can think of something I want more than cakes right now,” you said as you pulled him back in for another kiss.
Part two here
A/N: First time writing for GOT/HOTD and spell check hates their names. It’s also my first time in 3 years writing fanfic again so it was fun.
Very tempted to make a part 2 because the thing that inspired this didnt even make it in the story
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Strong Protector (Harwin Strong imagine)
Strong Protector (Harwin Strong imagine)
Pairing: Harwin Strong x female!reader
Requested: Yes
Warnings: angst baby, the setting is from episode 3 to episode 5 so heavy spoilers for the wedding, mentions of skinning animals who am i? ramsay bolton?, mention of injuries due to a mob, jason lannister cause he’s a warning, its not exactly following the chaos, tittie mention, obvious allusions to sex before marriage, there's no vcard to worry about here cause the owner already swiped it, typical westeros wedding violence, lovebirds shenanigans, otto hightower mention, its criston cole pls call the cops
Part 2
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Harwin Strong was a protective man. He protected his House, his family but most importantly, he protected his betrothed, Y/N.
They went to the hunt to celebrate Aegon’s second name day. Harwin was outside with other men, skinning some animals they found. Lyonel was inside the tent with Larys, who sat with the ladies since he could not join the hunt, and Y/N, who had not even bothered to socialize with the other women present.
She swiftly moved to a table filled with food. Y/N saw an empty tray tucked away, therefore she fixed two plates with food she knew Harwin liked and one for herself. And she also got cakes and two cups of wine. Nobody was paying attention to this… except the King and the Queen. Viserys was sinking into his cups rather quickly, but the sight of Y/N taking food to share was very amusing to him. Alicent was smiling, sending her a warm smile as if she was supportive of it.
Y/N walked outside, only to be blocked from walking further. “I have never seen you before.” A man commented. His chest plate had a lion. Y/N held back from rolling her eyes at this fool. “My name is Jason Lannister. And you are?”
“My name is Y/N. Excuse me, my lord,” she uttered, moving around him to continue walking.
One of the men elbowed Harwin smirking, “look, your lady.”
Harwin looked up to see his beautiful betrothed. They smiled at each other but hers quickly turned into a scowl when Jason got in front of her again. “Where are you going? All the ladies are inside the tent.” Harwin took a deep breath to calm himself, not turning his attention away. He has never liked the Lannisters.
“My lord, please. I do not wish to speak at the moment,” Y/N begged.
“Where are you even going with that tray? How did the King allow yo”
Harwin was already marching towards them, his face looked murderous. “Is there a problem here?” Y/N took the opportunity to head to the table Harwin was at, setting down the food and looking at them from afar. She did not want to be close if Harwin needed to break some bones.
“No, um, we wer”
“Because I believe the lady said she did not want to speak with you.” Harwin got in his face, making Jason cower. He knew about Breakbones and he knew nobody should be stupid enough to anger the strongest man in the seven kingdoms. “Leave, before I kill you.”
Jason’s eyes widened at such a threat but he quickly turned and went back inside the tent. Regardless of who he was, he knew the King would support the Strong House above anything.
Harwin walked towards Y/N, sitting next to her. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, thank you.” Y/N gave him a small peck on his lips, earning some whistles from the men that were around them. “I rather be out here with you, it feels stuffy in the tent.”
“You left Larys by himself?” Harwin laughed.
“I think he will not mind it, he gets to listen to the gossip,” she laughed as well. Harwin gave her another kiss before he started to eat.
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King Viserys accepted their betrothal with glee. Lyonel, his Master of Laws, had told him about it. He loved the Strong House, they were honorable and loyal. His Hand, Otto Hightower, was against the couple being at the Keep. He even tried to get the King to exile them under pretenses. Viserys paid no mind to his nonsense, quickly giving the couple a place on the court and a beautiful bedchamber to share.
Regardless of some whispers, Harwin was perfectly content. After his father was anointed as the Hand of the King after Otto was told to leave, everything fell into place.
It was one of those days where they did not have anything to do, besides the wedding festivities at night, meaning they stayed together for most of the day. Y/N was on the bed, enjoying the morning air as Harwin rested on her chest, tracing her skin lightly with his fingers.
Y/N played with his hair, softly brushing through it. “What do you want to do today?” She whispered.
“I want to lay here and have my way with you, all day,” Harwin said, sneaking a little bite on her breast, making Y/N giggle.
“As much as I would love that, we have to show our faces at the wedding. Show our support for Rhaenyra,” Y/N said, making Harwin hum. She was right, they needed to be there.
Without warning, Harwin rolled them around so Y/N was straddling him. His eyes were darkened with lust, his deep breaths letting her know what he was feeling at that moment.
All Y/N could see what Harwin Strong. He leaned forward, finally pressing their lips together. Y/N sighed happily, a warm and inviting feeling spreading through her body as he touched her. She wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him even closer.
Harwin's hands roamed her body, as he softly rolled his hips against hers. Y/N whimpered, which was music to his ears. He rolled them over again so he could be on top. Harwin hovered over her, careful to not press his entire weight on her but Y/N did not care. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, moaning as she welcomed the familiar feeling. Harwin's hands found their hair, gripping it tightly as they kissed.
The kiss became heated, filled with passion and urgency. There was no need to speak, their bodies doing all the talking. The way Harwin's kisses and bites felt on her skin made her toes curl. His strong hands gripped her thighs, growling as he felt the way how his future wife reacted to his touches.
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The wedding festivities had started.
All the Houses made their entrances, bowing to their King and future Queen. Even Daemon Targaryen arrived. House Velaryion looked breathtaking. Harwin and Y/N looked at each other when House Lannister walked in, lowering their heads to laugh quietly.
Y/N was amazed by all the food. Regardless of her time at court, she still was not used to seeing so many delicious dishes together. Harwin sat so close to her that it would seem they were sitting on the same chair.
“Is this what you would want for ours?” He whispered in her ear, proceeding to kiss her on her shoulder.
Y/N smiled at him. “Part of me wants something similar but all I care about is being married to you. It does not need to be a big celebration, my love. It could be just the two of us and it be perfect.”
Harwin looked at her in awe, absolutely in love. He moved a stray curl behind her ear. “Is that so?” He cheekily said, kissing her lips. “We can sneak to the gardens with the Priest right now.”
“So silly, my love. Your father would throw a fit if he knew what you are planning and Larys would be upset if he was left out,” Y/N chuckled after she heard a “she is correct” from Larys, who was sitting next to them. Lyonel, even if he was supportive, would be mad if they had a secret wedding and he did not know the secret beforehand. Harwin sneaked a look at his father and smiled.
After they shared some food, Harwin pulled her towards the dance floor. It was an adorable scene. It was mostly dancing for a few seconds and then kissing. Y/N was blushing. Viserys and Lyonel were content, it was a nice match. Alicent, although supportive of the couple, felt a little ping of jealousy in her heart as she saw them have fun.
Harwin and Y/N danced together for some moments, only focusing on each other. As the dance progressed, Harwin danced with Rhaenyra and Y/N with Laenor.
“You look happy,” Rhaenyra commented. “I am glad you are, you both deserve it.”
“Yes, Princess, I am.” Harwin replied, looking at Y/N. “She is amazing.”
“I assume you will return to Harrenhal after you are wed,” Rhaenyra commented, as Harwin chuckled.
“Why, Princess? Are you that eager to get rid of us?”
“Of course not,” she laughed. “I would love it if you stayed here at the Red Keep.”
Rhaenyra also loved the couple. Y/N was a fun girl, often making up lies to get out of her duties, something Rhaenyra appreciated deeply. Additionally, she was also a loyal friend. On the other hand, Harwin was also loyal. And she knew he did not say anything about catching her outside the Keep that night. She was grateful for that.
Harwin went back to sit with Larys, who was very content eating his food and looking at the guests. It was a nice wedding. The decor looked lovely, fit for royalty. Harwin could see Y/N from afar, as she danced with other guests, knowing it was her because of the hair accessory she was using.
It was all well until it took a turn.
Women started to scream as grunts and clashes of metal were heard. A fight in the middle of the wedding? It quickly turned into chaos, with other guests fighting amongst themselves. King Viserys and Lord Corlys were scanning the crowd, looking for their children. “Where's Rhaenyra?” Alicent was moving her head, trying to spot her.
Harwin shot up from his chair, looking for Y/N, he could not see her. After a look from his father, he got into the chaos. It was almost impossible to move, with too many guests pushing and pulling. Harwin did not hesitate. He punched anyone that got in his way. He only hoped Y/N got out of the way before the fight started.
However, that was far from the truth. Y/N was being shoved and hit. It was Ser Criston who started it. Laenor tried to intervene, to help his friend, but Criston punched him, sending him back. Y/N got caught in that, the bottom of her dress ripping. “Laenor!” She yelped, helping him stand up. Y/N was horrified when she heard a bone cracking and a yelp.
Harwin felt that he was not making any progress while moving through the crowd. No matter how many men he punched and pushed, he still could not see his betrothed.
Y/N was accidentally pushed down after two guests started fighting. She quickly stood up, in fear of getting stepped on. “Harwin!” She cried, trying to make her way toward the back of the room. “Harwin!”
“Y/N!” He yelled for her, terrified. Just as he was going to push a knight out of the way, he finally spotted her. “Y/N!” The desperation he was feeling was clouding him, the only thing he wanted to do was get her to safety. Harwin saw a small opening on the side, he grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her towards it.
Once they were away from the mob, they hugged. Y/N was sobbing. Harwin was holding her tightly against his body, a hand caressing her back to try and calm her down. He momentarily pulled away to look at her and the sight alone left him speechless. He could hear gasps coming from the main table. Y/N’s hair was messy, her lip had been split open, the visible parts of her arms were filled with marks, and her dress was ruined.
“Oh, my sweet girl,” Harwin cried, hugging her again. “I am so sorry I did not find you sooner.” Y/N did not answer, she only held onto him.
Lyonel gave his son a look as if telling him he could go. The air was tense after the commotion ended and the guest left the room. Joffrey Lonmouth’s body was not there anymore, only the blood was what remained.
Harwin took Y/N to their bedchamber, having to carry her almost halfway because her body was still shaking uncontrollably. A maid was walking out, most likely after preparing the tub for a bath. He sat Y/N down on their bed and kneeled between her legs. “My love? How are you feeling?”
Y/N’s face had streaks of dried tears, cheeks flushed from all the crying. She flashed him a small smile, “better now”.
Harwin was not convinced. He wiped her cheeks with his hand carefully, avoiding getting too close to her cut lip. “I am so so sorry.”
“The chaos was too much. I am n-”
“I should have stayed with you. I hate myself for leaving you alone,” Harwin ranted, standing up and walking around the chamber. “If only I had stayed, you would not be hurt right now.”
“Harwin, my love, y-”
“I did not protect you!” He yelled, covering his face with his hands. Y/N quickly got up and removed his hands from his face.
“This was not your fault. I understand how you feel but you cannot blame yourself for all that happened. How were you supposed to know that Ser Criston was going to murder that man?” Y/N, caressed his cheek, him leaning on her warm hand. “I am not mad at you, I am happy. You still found me and got me out.”
“I could have done more, my love.” Harwin sighed, grabbing the hand that was touching his face and kissing it.
“Enough of that. Come on, we should bathe together. I am sure the water is how we like it.” Y/N grabbed Harwin’s hand, pulling him towards the other room.
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Across the Sea and to the East
Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader
Summary: Under your uncle’s usurpation of your brother you have been sent away to hide in Lys under House Rogare. You’ve found new purpose with the Lord of Light but you will be called home soon.
Tags: slight slow burn, actual burning, violence, smut, angst, Aegon is his own warning, tags will be added as we go.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 3 (Prologue)
Chapter 2: Aegon the Ever Persistent
“Queen Alicent, may I borrow your ear for a moment?”
Larys Strong spoke up to Alicent when she entered her own chambers to find him there by himself. Rather a disturbed one he is.
Alicent looks around slightly perturbed but approaches nonetheless, taking the seat across from him and taking a deep breath before speaking.
“What is so important that it could not wait until tomorrow?”
“You had told me many many moons ago that if anything about Lady Y/N’s Death made its way through to come to you immediately, so here I am.”
Seven years ago Alicent had to inform young Aemond of Lady Y/N’s passing and he was inconsolable for days until he heard of her funeral and ran away on Vhagar to witness it himself.
When Aemond arrived back he was beyond bewildered, Alicent didn’t even have time to yell at Aemond before he said.
“He did something to them…”
Your uncle had attempted to prevent him from even peeking at your burial, telling him to go home before he gets Winterfell in trouble for housing a runaway Prince. With his little boy strength he pushed through your uncle and his sons to see, nothing, there was nothing in the casket. Any Targaryen-born person would know well enough that even bones would still remain after a little fire like that.
He had been rushed away and all but kicked out of Winterfell.
He begged his Mother to punish your uncle for it must’ve been his fault. She told him she couldn’t do anything as there was no proof he had done anything to you or Cregan.
Alicent mentioned to Larys in passing to tell her if anything regarding you was mentioned through his web of spies.
7 years later, she’d honestly mostly forgotten about that interaction.
“…What is it?”
“House Glover has personally sent two Direwolf pups to Lys for House Rogare.”
“So? Lysandro probably got the taste for exotic pets, or one of his children wanted a dog.”
“Don’t you find it, a small coincidence that Lysandro Rogare adopts a child slightly after the ‘death’ of Lady Y/N? And coincidentally receives two Direwolf pups from Y/N’s mothers house? House Rogare has been wanting to stick their hand in Westerosi politics for years before this.”
“I suppose, but, what do I do with this? I can’t tell Aemond. He’ll run off to Lys like he ran off to Winterfell.”
“It is no matter to me, I simply told what you wanted me to tell. And do not worry, this information is free.”
Larys takes his leave and slowly makes his way out of Alicents chambers leaving her to dwell with this knowledge.
Alicent takes a deep breath to think, closing her eyes and restarting her old habit of picking at her skin, but as a Queen, a Wife, and a Mother. There truly is no real rest.
“Aemond will be thrilled to know won’t he? Let me tell him.”
A joking voice comes from the chair in front of the lit fire, Aegon. That little shit.
“What are you doing here?! Do I get no privacy even in my own chambers?!”
“Whattt, I like coming into your chambers. I like the ambiance, Mother. You know what, I’ll go tell Aemond right now. He should be at the training grounds at this time-“
Aegon was cut off by a cut through the air with a slap. Alicent has stricken her eldest once again, oh how he drives her there so fast. She tries to keep the peace between her children, yet Aegon is always stirring the pot.
“You will not be telling Aemond of any such thing! You will not have him on a wild goose chase after a dead girl! Do not give him hope! You have tormented your brother enough! And for Sevens sake get the hells out of my chambers Aegon!”
For the one time in moons Aegon is sober for an hour, it's when Alicent needs him to be drowned in his sorrows.
Aegon puts his hand on his burning cheek and turns with his tail between his legs to no doubt run to the taverns and whore houses.
Though Aegon always has had a loud mouth, especially when drunk.
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Aemond attempts to sit in peace and quiet as the storm outside rages on. Rain tends to make his eyeless-socket ache, so he blows out all the candles and lays back to let the pain take its course for the night. If no one else bothers him for the rest of the night-
“Aemondddddddddddd!!!!!!”
Maybe if he pretends that he isn’t in his chambers-
“Aemondddddd I know you’re in thereeeeee!!!!!!!! It’s your big brotherrrrrrr!!!!!!!!”
Aegon the ever persistent is what they’d call him if he was King…
Aemond sighed and put his eyepatch on but left his sapphire to soak in a goblet of water. Sometimes he could out wait Aegon if he was drunk enough but the night is still young…
Aemond opens his chamber doors and instantly moves out of the way to let Aegon fall onto the floor in the doorway. Aegon climbs to his feet stumbling here and there but making it to Aemonds chair.
“What do you want brother?”
“I have a little tiny little- um secret from mother, but!- you can’t tell Aemond because mother told me not to tell Aemond so you can’t tell Aemond or mother will get mad at you for telling Aemond, alright Aemond?!”
What in the seven hells is wrong with this boy? Aemond did not like not knowing things, and it would not be his fault for letting Aegon ramble on…
“Alright, I promise not to tell Aemond anything.”
“Great! I would have dieddddddd without telling someone this! I-I overheard mother talking to Larys about that little Stark girl you fancied when we were kids. He told herrrrr that she might still be alive in, get this! Lys with House Rogare! Can you believe that?! Bet she’s a real beauty now… yes…”
Aemond felt his blood rush cold and his body couldn’t move, not once in his life had he been unable to think, unable to speak…
“Aemond? Where did you go? Are you even listen-“
Aemond couldn’t bear to hear Aegon speak another fucking word, he grabbed the elder boy by the face to shut him the hells up.
“Are you sure that’s what you heard Aegon? Are you so certain you’d bet your life that she’s alive?!”
“Well thatsssss a bit of a stretch for a girl that I do not care for but…”
Gods he is fucking insufferable, but if that meant Y/N was alive… he would bear through his drunken rambles… His mother wanted to keep this from him?
“Why did mother keep this from me- I mean Aemond.”
“Well- you know how Aemond got when her Uncle buried her, he ran away and got his arse locked out of W-Winterfell…”
“Ae- Aegon!”
Aegon started falling asleep in Aemonds chair, once he fell asleep it was near impossible to wake him up. Aemond didn’t want his drunken brother throwing up on his floors.
“I’m up! Well, look at the moon, the night is still young I have to get back out, whores won’t fuck themselves. I have to pay them to do that.”
Aegon hoists himself out of the chair, surprisingly keeping his balance and giving Aemond a big pat on the chest. Not before taking a big gulp of the goblet where Aemond soaks his eye-sapphire in.
“Disgusting, your Wine tastes like water… Where did you get ice at this time of year?”
As quick as he comes he’s gone again. Leaving Aemond baffled and dumbfounded but with a new sense of purpose nonetheless.
If you were in Lys, he has to know, he must know, if it’s the last thing he ever does.
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I want to steal the bride (2)
2. Desserts, Yi-ti and old things
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Summary: Aemond finds himself without you for the first time in ten years, so he starts to realize certain things
Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x BestFriend!Reader, Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Cursing, Aemond goes around hehe, Criston is sort of a red flag, but that is nothing new, since its an adaptation of the movie, I will be using sort of stereotypes, and there are some jabs about marriage and married men in this part.
Wordcount: 3.8 k
Disclaimer: This is a direct adaptation of the movie “Made of honor” and its script! also the pictures of the header aren’t mine, I took them from Pinterest
Notes: UPPSSSS
It hasn't even been a week, and Aemond already missed you terribly, he had barely spoken to you, you whined with him about not getting service anywhere, and you were almost always disconnected from him
But he had his weekly meeting with his friends and his brother, and he was ready to play basketball and keep his mind off of things for a while
He met with his brother Aegon, and his friends Criston and Adam Velaryon
“So, how was the old man’s wedding?”. teased Aegon
“You would have liked it, the bride I mean”, he muttered while tying up his laces of his shoes
“What was this one? the fifth?”
“Sixth actually”, he said, Aegon chuckled
“For the gods!”, he laughed, “I’m guessing you went with Looooove”, he teased
“Yes, next wedding you go instead please”, he said seriously
“Oh please, you love to find any excuse to take her everywhere”, he mocked, they walk back towards the group and find the guys arguing
“I'm not gonna be able to play today, man. My back”, whined Addam
“If we don't have a fourth, we're gonna end up with Tiny Shorts Guy”, complained Criston
“How's it going?”, Larys Strong appeared with a basketball in his hands, he was known on the court for not being very handy with the ball, and for wearing booty shorts when he played, it was not pretty, “need another?”
“No, our friend Ramsay, with longer shorts, is coming”, said Aemond, he laughed and left, cleary not getting the hint
“No he is not coming!”, remembered Addam, Myranda signed him up for some art-walk thing”
“Art walk? Are you serious? Tell me something, what do you think Myranda did with his balls when she cut them off?”, mocked Criston
“Gods”, mocked Aemond, I go to art walks with (y/n) all the time”, he defended
“Oh, come on, guys, marriage isn't that bad”, defended Addam
“I agree”, said Criston, playing with the ball in his hand, “without marriage, there'd be no divorce. So, without divorce, I wouldn't have my condo in the Vale”
“There you go”, laughed Aegon, “Good one”
“I'm serious, man. You're missing out on the best parts of life”, continued the only current married man in the group, now speaking only to Aemond and Aegon, “the most important part of life”
“This coming from the guy whose wife won't let him go to bars”, said Aegon
“Hey, I thought we weren't gonna talk about that, huh?”, he said back, “and besides you are you to talk?”, asked Addam, annoyed, “you are single and you've been single ever since… What was her name, in sophomore year?”
“Um, Cer-, Cerse….Ceresse!” said Criston mockingly, everyone laughed, except for Aegon
“Ceresse, that's it!”, laughed Addam, “Ceresse dumped you for him sophomore year”, he mocked pointing at Aemond
“You've never been the same. You haven't been able to sleep”, mocked Addam
“Scarred”, mocked Criston
“Yeah. You have no idea how nice it is to have someone who's gonna be there for you, no matter what, forever”, concluded Addam
“And you don't know how nice it is to sleep with a different girl every night”, snapped Aemond
“That's true”, said Criston
“Nice rebuttal”, peached in Larys
“You know, you got the best of both worlds, Aemond”, said Criston
“It's true. I can sleep with whoever I want, but I still get to hang with (Y/N) afterwards. It's a perfect setup”, he said with the brightest of smiles, only thinking of you
“Well, maybe not for her”, muttered Addam, Aemond’s smile got wiped out pretty quickly
“What's that supposed to mean?”, he asked
“Come on, Aemond. She's a woman”, continued Aegon
“Yeah, I got that”
“You sure?”, mocked Criston
“Yeah”
“Dude, she's pushing 30. You think her idea of happily ever after is coming home to you and hanging out after you got laid?”, mocked Aegon, Aemond frowned
“Makes you think, right?”, asked Larys, sneaking into the group
“Yeah”, nodded Addam
It did made him think
You had never shown yourself annoyed when he discussed his conquests with you, you loved hanging out with him on fridays, and… anytime, yes you were annoyed when he asked you to go to his grandfather’s weddings with him, but… anyone would, right?
With a sigh, he picked up the phone, and dialed you
It rang a couple of times, until you picked up
“Hello?”, he asked enthusiastically
“Hey”, you whispered lowly
“What’s going on?”, he asked, “were you sleeping?”, he mocked
“Its very late here Aem”, you whined
“How's the weather in White Harbor?”, he asked
“It's great. Only I'm in Winterfell”, he had woken you up, you were exhausted
“Oh, right. Right”, his smile didn’t waver as he listened to your voice, “So, it's sunny”, he assumed
“It's 3 in the morning”, you whined
“Oh, right. Sorry. So it's dark”, he said
“Yeah”
“Hey, have you seen the Big black wolf yet?”, he didn’t hear anything back, so he just dropped it, “I know, a terrible joke. Anyway…”
“Is there something important?”, you asked, falling asleep with phone in hand
“Yeah, you'll never guess what happened”, he said with an enthusiastic tone
“What?”
“They filled in the pothole”, he said matter-of-factly
“The pothole?”, you asked, frowning
“On 83rd”
“Terrific. Hey, Aemond?”
“Yeah?”, he asked
“I'm gonna go back to sleep now”
“Oh, okay. Sure”, he said, finally catching on
“Love you”, you whispered, and Aemond jumped on his seat, it wasn’t the first time you had said it, but clearly it played with his mind
“Good night. Call me Tomorrow”, he said but you were already gone, and he hadn't said it back
He was more confused than before
He loves hearing your voice, and he missed you, but he didn’t know what to think, he didn’t even know what he was hoping for, what he expected with just one phone call, if that could give him more clearance
It hadn’t
No, he shook his head, he couldn’t, no, he couldn’t
You were his best friend
But his male friends were right, you… were a girl… a woman, you have had boyfriends before and it's not going to be long before you get another one, maybe one day you’ll get married…
The thought frightened him, he realized with surprise
The thought of being without you scared him to death
So he came to a conclusion…
A bad one…
He invited the last girl in his little black book, to meet her in the vintage store you both liked going to, it had to work… You were going to move on from him, and even though that scared him, he had to be prepared
He was with women all the time, he was going to prove everyone else wrong, he could get girl-friends….
“This stuff's all old”, Jeyne mumbled, looking everywhere, bored out of her mind
“Yeah. That's the point”, he answered, she looked back at him and shoot him a wink and a smirk
“Let's go to Fendi”, she said, perhaps it was a mistake to tell her how much he gained
“Fendi? No. No, no”, he said dismissively
“Yes!”, she shrieked
“We're here. Let's just stay here”, he said, trying to convinced her
“I'm not into old stuff”, she whined like a little girl
“Why are you talking like a six-year-old?”, he said, immediately regretting his choice
“I'm not”, she answered sharply
So the next day, he invited Floris to the famous bakery, to try his luck
“This line is too long. Can't we just go somewhere else?”, she asked, anoyyed
“No. This is the best bakery in the world. That's why it's worth waiting in line”, he said simply, but as she looked terribly annoyed, those stilettos she was weaning weren’t making her any favors to stay for two long on her feet, he tried a bit harder
“Come on, we'll play a game. Wanna play a game?”, that seemed to pick her interest
“Yeah, we can play a game”, she said, visibly more engaged
“Okay, good”, he said, now more confident, “Tell me what to order”, he teased
“Why?”, she asked back
“We are playing, that’s the game! you'll see. It'll be fun.Make a suggestion.
“A cookie”, she suggested
“No, no, you have to be specific, like what type of cookie?”, he pushed
“A really big cookie”
Alright this was a bad idea
“Aemond, your phone's ringing”, said Alys Rivers, the girl he had been seeing every week, he ran back from the bathroom to pick it up, it was you! it had to be you
“Hello?”, he desperately asked into the phone, but there was no answer, only noise, “Hello?”, he asked, but no answer
“What's wrong?”, Alys asked when she say him sighing loudly and desperately
“Missed an important call”
“That's because you're an important person”, she teased. He looked at her, she was gorgeous, he liked having sex with her
“Do you like Yi-ti food?”, he asked curiously
Half an hour later he was sitting on the same table he used to sit with you, and Alys was right in front of him
The cart was approaching and she smiled widely
“Hey, come to mama”, she giggled, “Uhh, we will have, um, two fried dumplings, two of the wontons, and six of the, uh, fried porky thingies”, she ordered
“Yeah, but that's fried”, he said, annoyed, once her order was on the table, she grabbed a fried piece with her chopsticks
“Come on”, she teased
“It's not healthy”, he said seriously
“Have some of the fried. It won't hurt you”, she insisted, nearing the fried piece into his mouth. She dropped it, making the piece fall into his pants and staining them
She gasped apologetically
“Sorry…”
“Thank you”, he said, rolling his eyes
This was a bad idea
It’s been weeks, he had dated, actually taken on dates, many women, and none of them, not one, had made him feel the way you do
He missed you
He realized there was no replacing you, there is no other woman he rather be with… and… that was driving him insane
So today he decided to calculate the hour properly, and call you early, it was nighttime still, but at a night he knew you were going to be awake
But it was a glitchy call, he knew it from the beginning
“Hello?”, he tried, rubbing his forehead
“Hey. Hello?”, your voice, so beautiful and melodic, it made Aemond feel like everything was well, like he was at peace, relaxed
“Hello?”, he repeated, “Love?”
“Hello?”, you asked back
“Hey”, he said, excited of actually being able to talk with you
“Aemond? Aemond, is that you?”, you asked, “Aemond?”
“Hello?”, he asked, annoyed
You could barely hear him, you were on a two day trip to a castle on the outskirts of Winterfell, it started pouring, the road was a mess and you were surrounded by huge cows, they were everywhere
“Hello?”, you asked back, actually, the thought of hearing your best friend right now is just what you needed, but you couldn’t
“You're cutting out. I can't hear anything you've said”, you whined, “I'm stuck in a thunderstorm. I'm surrounded with a herd of cows. Listen, I'll call when I get to the hotel”, you tried to explain
“Love, I can't hear you”
“Aemond?”, you asked, “Hello?”
“Hello? Hello?”, you were interrupted, and hang up when someone knocked on the window of your car, you smiled apologetically, and found yourself in front of the most handsome man you had ever seen
“Oh Hello”
“You lost lass?”
. . .
“Oh, I hate Winterfell”, whined Aemond and threw his phone away to bag, it was basketball day again, and he need to get ready
But his mind was thousand of miles away
As the days passed he realized there was no other like you, you are the only one he liked to hang around with, he loved being with you, he… he loved you
And the thought scared him
“C’mon C’mon C’mon!”, called Criston, but Aemond was barely able to move before Addam snatched the ball from him
“We're having a hard time”, mocked Criston, “We're having a hard time”
“Oh, yeah? Want a hand?”, asked aegon, who got the bal and had no problem avoiding Aemond and threw a three pointer from half the court
“Give it up, baby”, he mocked
“Come on, Aemond. Aemond, Aemond”, called Criston, but Addam intercepted him
“Easy”, he mocked, Aemond tried to grab him, tired of failure
“Aemond, foul. That's a foul, Aemond”, called Aegon, “what's the matter with you today??”
“I don't know”, he whined, stopping in the middle of the court, “I think I might have feelings for (y/n)”
“Oh, come on, come on. Let's just play”, mocked Criston, but Aegon and Addam shared concerned looks
“It's just... without her, something's off”, he explained, like it pained him, “It's got me thinking that, maybe, there's more to life than just sleeping around”
“I don't understand”, said Criston
“I-I'm not following”, muttered Aemond
“Come on, let's just play”, dismissed Aemond
“I know exactly what you mean, Aemond”, said Addam with a shy smile on his face. Aegon and Criston shared concerned looks and passed the ball to each other
“I'm gonna tell her, when she gets home… I'm gonna tell her that I wanna be with her”, he said with a wide smile, “nothing about marriage, just be together”, Addam’s smile wiped out pretty quickly
“Yeah, that's romantic”, mocked Aegon
From hare, and for the next few weeks he still had ahead of him without you, he could breathe a bit more easy
. . .
You have one unheard message.
A message from you! Aemond was so excited when he heard it
“Hey, Aem, I'm back. Gods, I cannot wait to see you! I don't care what you're doing tonight, cancel it. We're going to dinner”, he smiled at the sound of your voice, this was going to be perfect, he knew exactly what he was going to say. “Meet me at that new trendy place next to the small Bravoosi place we hated that used to be the Mantari-fusion place we loved. Meet me there, at 8 o'clock. I have so much to tell you!”
He had heard the voice message like eight times already while ha changed clothes, he was so so excited, he had his apartment cleaned, his suits pressed, his cologne, - the one you liked- stocked, his hair fixed, tonight, he was going to tell you that he had feeling for you, that he wanted to explore it further
With any luck, he was going to take you back to his palace for the night
You were going to be the first woman even going up there
And he was okay with that
He entered the new place, it was very nice, as could turn into a date kinda nice, he looked at the flowers he bought on the street for you, and took a long breath as he told your name to the receptionist who led them to the back of the restaurant
And there you were, gorgeous, like always
He could recognize you everywhere, anywhere
But as he catched your glance and you smiled at him, you look back to someone else, and there it was, some guy, tall handsome, he hadn't seen him, instead he hugged you and kissed your neck
Fuck no
No no no no
Who was that?
he got so distracted that he didn’t see the waiter coming at him at full speed
They clashed scandalously, plates flew as the flowers and Aemond fell to the ground, not very elegantly, on top of the poor waiter
“AEMOND!”, you called, running to him. He was whining on the floor, “Aemond. You okay?”, you asked sweetly
“I'm all right. Are you all right?”, he asked, turning to the waiter who was moaning and wheezing in pain
“I think I broke a rib”, you helped Aemond up from the floor, and he smiled apologetically at you
“His rib. I'm fine. I'm fine”, said Aemond, helping the poor waiter up on his feet, he was fine, he hoped
“Are you okay?”, you asked to Aemond
“I'm so sorry”, muttered Aemond, the manager approached you
“I'm sorry, sir. Here are your flowers”, she said apologetically, trying to grab them front he floor
“Oh, but…”
“You had flowers?”, you asked him
“No, they're not my flowers”, he said dismissively
“They're your flowers. Those are yours”, said the waiter, grabbing his side
“I didn't have flowers”, fought Aemond, grabbing you softly and walking away from the scene. He finally turned to you and smiled
“Hi. It's good to see you”, he purred softly, his eye shining excitedly
“I missed you”, you admitted, hugging him quickly, “there's someone I want you to meet”
Aemond wanted to be the one that broke a rib
“Oh, good”, he said, not expecting you to notice the change in his demeanor
“Aemond, this is Cregan”, there it was, this tall, handsome, beautiful man
“oh”, they shook hands, and Aemond didn’t know what to think
So fifteen minutes later, with a drink in hand, Aemond was pinching his own leg under the table, because he wanted to scream
“It started pouring and suddenly it was just me in a field of cows…”, you laughed, Aemond watched in horror the way you were looking at that man, “of course, we're in the North there are no street signs anywhere and it's getting dark…”
“I think she thought she was in some bad werewolf movie”, he chipped in, and Aemond even hated to hear the sound of his voice, "Stay off the moors, lassie.", he continued
He only had eyes for you
“So, anyway, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Cregan comes riding up on horseback”, your eyes are finally back on him, so he had to muster a weird smile. You laughed excitedly, Aemond had never seen you like that, “Can you believe it?”, you asked him “A horse! And asks me if I need any help”
“Wow!”, he said, faking it, not that you’d notice
“You were a lady in distress. What was I gonna do?”, he said, Aemond wanted to throw up
Dammit Cregan, we are in a public place! Aemond was sure that if a policeman would have been here he would have arrested him, for public indecency and being a creep
“It was right out of a Valyrian novel”, you said lovingly, you could see that Aemond wasn’t that invested, so you smiled at him, what he had said that you where a “love slut” came back to you, “So, anyway, he shows me to this charming little inn where he proceeds to buy me the most awful dinner I have ever had”, you said, with a bitter taste in your mouth
Probably Aemond thought this was stupid, that you were being silly
“Right. Okay. Aye. It was pretty bad, even by Northerner standards”, Cregan agreed with you
“Then, we just spent the next month traveling around the country, getting to know each other, and visiting museums. It was…”, you sighed, looking into Cregan’s eyes
“It was perfect”, he said right there with you, looking into yours
“So, when it was time for (y/n) to leave, I just… I don't know, I just… I couldn't let her go”, Cregan finally found it in himself to look at Aemond
“Ah…”, he muttered
“So, I got down on one knee…”, you smiled widely, showing Aemond your hand, and the huge rock that decorated your ring finger
“And he proposed, and I accepted”, you said excitedly
Aemond was never a man who let himself be controlled by his emotions, that being said, he never thought he even had a nervous breakdown, or a panic attack… until now
He felt his heart beating sot wrongly he thought he was going to pass out
“Wow, that's just… It's huge, it's…”, he couldn’t stand it, his legs were getting numb
“So, the wedding's coming together very quickly”, you continued
Oh suit fuck, shit, he started looking for the emergency exit, couldn’t find it anywhere
“Ah, it sounds like it”, he managed to say, his mouth was dry
“We're gonna get married in Winterfell, at Cregan's parents' summer home”, you continued, another nail on his coffin
“It's gonna be a pretty small thing. We can't expect too many people to make the trip overseas in just a fortnight”, Cregan chipped in
“A fortnight”, he said, trying to calm himself
“Right!”, you said
“That's two weeks”, he said seriously
“It's crazy, isn't it?”, you asked him, he seemed to notice how incredibly nervous you were
“Have you ever been to Winterfell, Aemond?”, asked Cregan
“You know, I haven't”, he said, trying to smile, but his cheeks were numb too
“You should see the little church where we're exchanging our vows in”, that smile on your face, Aemond’s heart broke, if he could be the one that caused it, it was so beautiful and bright, filled with love, “It's the same church that Cregan's parents were married in”
“It's pretty spectacular. Just across the loch from our distillery”, of course
“Distillery?”
“Yeah, Cregan's family owns the largest whisky distillery in the North”, you said with a knowing smile
Did you expect him to like this Cregan person?
“Aemond, look…”, oh shit, he thought, “If you were getting married I'd expect to be your best man”, you said surely, and he paled even more, “Aemond… will you be my maid of honor?”, you asked excitedly
“Your maid of honor?”, he asked, it felt like the knife this Cregan guy had plunged into him, was being twisted, he got up, he needed to get out of this place, he needed to run,t o scream to
He turned and BAM
He crashed against the same waiter, both ended up in the floor covered in some warm soup
“Oh, I'm so sorry”, he whined
“WHAT IS IT WITH YOU MAN?”, he screamed high pitched
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The Adopted Princess| Dark! Targaryen and Velaryon Boys x Reader (Aegon II, Aemond, Jacaerys, Lucerys) Final Part
Part VIII
"I would prefer if you stay here with me, Daenerys might need you"
You place your hand on the large book without hesitation, already made up your mind about your decision to escort Luke to Storm's end to ensure Lord Baratheon's loyalty.
"Mother, I swore loyalty to you, we need this to be handled carefully," you say, causing Rhaenyra to give you a warm smile.
Ever since you arrived at Dragonstone with Rhaenys and your daughter, you never left her side, always making sure she is safe.
Especially after Visenya's death, you have been by her side the whole time, comforting her and supporting her decisions.
The fact that you abandoned your husband, the father of your daughter, just to stand by her side, showed how you love her as she loves you.
"I swear to not fight unless Lord Baratheon starts bitching-" Rhaenyra is quick to cut you off.
"(Y/n)" Rhaenyra warns, yet, her smile does not disappear from her face
"I swear, mother," you say, this time with a serious voice and expression.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with me to Winterfall?" You chuckle nervously.
"I would rather not, the last time I danced with Cregan Stark at my wedding, I made him sad"
Indeed, the first time you met Lord Stark was at your wedding, he was infatuated with you the second he laid his eyes on you.
He offered that you run away with him in secret when you confessed by accident that you didn't want to marry Aemond.
Clearly, you turned him down without thinking.
"Don't worry, I will protect (Y/n)" Luke says confidently, even if he was scared.
He didn't want to appear scared especially in front of the girl he admired his whole life, you.
You pat Luke's shoulder, kissing his cheek which made him blush.
"My prince in shining armor"
As you walk with your brothers to their and your awaiting dragon, Jacaerys confesses.
"Do you remember, the fight at your wedding between Lord Stark and Lord Lannister?" you nod your head at him.
"Jace and I caused to ruin the wedding" Luke continues for his older brother"
The two wait for your reaction, but instead, you chuckle at them.
"I know, and I forgive you both"
After all, Larys Strong was the one to inform you about that.
"Do you know that we also have fallen for you" your face heats up in embarrassment at Jace's words
"I will pretend I didn't hear anything"
𖣔𖣔𖣔
It was a shock to you and Luke to find Aemond already raced you there to Storm's end and earned Lord Baratheon's loyalty.
For the offer of marrying his daughters to very high lords.
Right now, Arrax and Quicksilver are trying to get away from Vhagar in between the mountains.
Aemond made his goal clear back at the court, he wants one of Luke's eyes as revenge and will bring you back home by force.
He already set a plan to have someone bring Daenerys back home.
You and the Dany are his family, and Aemond will stop at nothing to have you both returned into the safety of his and your quarters.
It took a few minutes to finally reach what you think to be the safe zone away from Vhagar and the storm.
You and Luke smile at each other, thinking that you two have finally escaped after Arrax attacks Vhagar's neck with fire.
But the happiness gets replaced by tragedy when the she-dragon suddenly appears out of nowhere.
"VHAGAR, NO, DON'T"
You didn't hear Aemond pleas as you watch Vhagar rip Luke and his dragon to pieces with her sharp teeth causing them to fall into the water.
Your mind is still trying to process that the boy you consider your brother and best friend just died in the worst and bloodiest way.
But when you finally realize that, you turn your teary gaze to stare at your husband, not allowing him to explain as one word escapes your lips.
"KINSLAYER"
A/n:This is the first part of this series, the second part shall be released when season two comes out, thanks for the support 💖💖💖
#tw: toxic relationships#aemond targaryen x reader#aegon ii targaryen x reader#yandere house of the dragon#jacaerys velaryon x reader#lucerys velaryon x reader#dark#house of the dragon#wife reader
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yandere larys x innocent wife reader, ( she is 2 months pregnant) who is upset with him because he does not let her go flying or see his dragon, the poor man got tired of his bratty attitude and decides to give it up an aphrodisiac to make it more pleasant 😏🔥.
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You had not spoken to him all day. A soft pout had been on your pretty face every time he looked your way. Your stomach is too early to be swollen; something Larys hated more than he would ever admit. He wanted the whole world to see that you belonged to him. “Please..” You finally began to beg.
A soft sigh escaped Larys as he tried to focus on the letters in front of him. The candles burning let out a glow as you moved to stand beside him. “Larys…” You pouted; annoyance dripping from your tone now as he finally lent back. He looked up at you as he pushed the goblet of water towards you.
“I do not want to drink..I want to see my dragon.” You babbled out; your voice only becoming louder whilst Larys only sighed. His hand moved over the table as he began to play with his fingers. The silence only began to annoy you once more as you continued. “She would not harm me.”
“I worry for the babe, that is all..” Larys whispered as softly as he could. He gently moved to take your hand but your annoyance still existed and you tugged your hand away. “I do not need your permission.” You whispered out, turning your back on him as you moved your fingers through your locks.
You were far too out of it to care for your words as you softly shook your head. “I don’t need you.” You babbled nonsense whilst Larys only stared at you. You shook your head and fought against whining as you reached for the water. It was so unfair, you thought to yourself as you began to sip.
Larys slowly moved from his seat; the slight height difference had him towering over you as your bare feet were on the floor. A soft frown came over your pretty face as you hummed; your body doing the same. His hand gently moved to your side; but his grip was soon tightening. “You are being a brat.”
“No..n..i’m not.” You babbled out. Eyes locked onto him as you unknowingly moved closer to his chest. His hand moved to your face now; still so gently cupping you. He was always so gentle; even in his punishments. Somehow; that was worse. His hand slowly moved up your sides once more.
A pool of desire in your stomach was only growing as heat began to brush over you; not that you noticed any of this. Larys’ hand only moved up your sides till he gently cupped your face. His lips were soon on yours. His hand reached to the back of your neck and brought you impossibly closer.
You moaned as his tongue moved to meet your own. His fingers moving through your locks once more. The slip of a dress in his favourite colour was soon falling from your now bare body. A soft gasp escaped you at the movement. “Larys…” You whimpered out. His hand is slowly moving to your arse now.
His hand fell down on your arse again and again whilst you collapsed closer. Your soft, ample breasts pushed against him. “You have been such a naughty girl.” He purred into your ear and had you whimpering. Your body shaking against him as you felt your mind only softening even more.
“I am good.” You whimpered up at him; your body shaking as your heart began to skip a beat. “Turn around.” Your hands moved down his chest as the words fell from his lips. His stare was only fiery and your body could only hum some more as you turned around. Larys pushed you to be bent over the table.
His hand came down on your arse once more and had you whimpering out. Greedily, Larys moved to pull on your dress. The rip sounded out into the room as did the gasp that followed. His own chuckle echoed around the room as he harshly grabbed at your arse; palming you without care.
“Larys…” You whimpered; for a moment you wondered where the desire you did not have only moments ago was coming from. His hand slowly moved to your already weeping pussy; your inner thighs completely drenched. His slender fingers brushed through your folds; your clit captured between two knuckles.
You moaned out his name again as you fell forward onto the table. His fingers easily slick with your wetness. Your hair fell to one side and Larys leaned in; licking up your neck as you shivered. Without warning; Larys pushed two of his fingers inside your weeping pussy. He pushed deep and hard.
“Oh..gods…no..” You began to wiggle now; slowly coming around even as your mind was still so hazy. Larys only chuckled into your ear as his fingering only quickened. His palm hitting your clit each time. “Where did you want to go?” Larys purred down at you. Soft drool began to move from your mouth.
You moaned; hardly hearing his words as he curled his fingers. Larys softly pushed against your spongy spot each time. “Dr….” You babbled but the words were lost to you. His smirk only widened as he watched your mind fall away. His thrusting only quickened as his free hand moved into his pants.
You moved against the table; your soft breasts brushing against it as you felt your stomach tightening in pleasure. “Whore..such a pretty little whore.” Larys purred as your soaked walls clamped around him. With a dark smirk; Larys pulled his fingers from you before you enjoyed your climax.
“No..no..wanted…” You began to babble now; your eyes so wide as he forcibly turned you around. Your eyes were so wide as you were brought to your knees. “This was a punishment..do you not remember?” Larys purred; his hand moving up and down his hard cock. All you could do was moan. His free hand moved to the back of your neck and guided you.
“Open.” Larys ordered you…and you easily complied. A strong, Targaryen Princess on her knees in front of him nearly pushed him over the edge. Your mouth fell open; drooling now as your tongue slipped out. “Good girl.” He purred as his fat cock slipped inside your hot mouth; moaning instantly.
He gave you no rest. Larys began to jerk his hips instantly. He pushed deeper inside your mouth whilst his hands rested behind you. He kept you steady; pushing you to his stomach as he face fucked you. All you could do was gag and moan around him; your drool dripping onto the floor as you stared hazily up at him.
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