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Forgive me
Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader (unrequited love), Alicent Hightower x Velaryon!Reader, Larys Strong x Velaryon!Reader
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"Get out," you demanded the moment you saw Rhaenyra with Jacaerys in her arms entering your chambers. You noticed how her smile seemed to tremble at your cold tone but you didn't care. If she didn't care about your feelings when she fucked your husband then you had no reason to care about hers.
You had to admit that Rhaenyra had been cautious enough to come when you were alone. If your mother had been with you you were sure that she would not have held her tongue and would have told the princess everything she thought of her. You could even see your mother dragging her by her hair to get her out of your chambers. A small smile appeared on your lips as you imagined the scene, that would be something to talk about in court. Although you would never let your mother lose her temper so much, she couldn't get on the king's bad side.
"Jacaerys wanted to meet his cousins," Rhaenyra said as if she hadn't heard you and sat down next to you. You moved as much as you could, wanting to make your displeasure clear. You couldn't go far since next to you was the basket where Aethan was sleeping there.
Of course, she was going to use her son as her excuse to see you. It wasn't the first time she had done it. Now that she knew that she had seen that you cared about Jacaerys—if it were up to you she would never have found out but one night the prince couldn't sleep no matter what Rhaenyra, Harwin, and Laenor did so your brother had the wonderful idea to take Jace with you, you managed to make him sleep by singing him the same song that you sang to him in the nursery before the perplexed gaze of your husband and the princess—I thought that through him he could get close to you again. But she was wrong.
"Jacaerys couldn't have told you that," you said, feeling Alyn begin to stir in your arms. A small part of you wished that he would start crying so the princess would leave but you knew that if he cried then Aethan would wake up and he would start crying too. You sighed and began to coo to your son, trying to ignore Rhaenyra's glare.
"But it's obvious that he's in a bad mood because he hasn't seen you in days," said the princess.
"Fine. He can stay, now you can go" you said, starting to think that you would have to call one of the maids to help you. You didn't like the idea but there was no way you could handle two newborns and a baby less than a year old alone.
"Y/n" Rhaenyra said your name with pure pain.
"What?" you said pointedly. You hated that she was doing this. You wanted to be calm with your children and she came to interrupt your little peace. No matter how many times you made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with her, the princess wouldn't stop insisting. And now she wanted to make you feel bad for her when you weren't the one who ruined everything between the two of you.
"Forgive me. Please, I just want everything to go back to the way it was before," Rhaenyra begged, if you hadn't had your son in your arms she would have taken your hands and kissed them like the two of you used to do when you were young whenever one of you had said or done something that had hurt the other.
"Rhaenyra, that will never happen," you said, starting to feel pain in your head.
"I miss you" You closed your eyes as you heard the princess's voice falter. “I love you,” you couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath. You decided to focus on your anger and ignore any other emotions you felt.
"You say that and you still fucked my husband," you said, opening your eyes and looking at her furiously.
"I handled the situation badly," she admitted, hugging Jace, trying not to break down in front of you. "I'm really sorry," she apologized again, feeling her heartache at your attitude. "I know I was wrong but I need you. I can't stand you hating me."
You'd like to say you weren't affected by hearing the desperation in Rhaenyra's voice but you'd be lying. You hated her. And you hate yourself for stopping her from affecting you. A part of you feared that deep inside you were still the young woman who loved the princess and lived to see her happy. You forced yourself to remember the whispers of the court at Jacaerys's hair color to erase any trace of pity you felt for the princess. She alone had caused this. She couldn't expect that with a simple apology, you would forget everything she did.
“You'll have to live with that for the rest of your life, Rhaenyra,” you said that because it was the truth, you weren't going to ever forgive her, but you also said it because you wanted to hurt her, you hoped she felt at least a part of the pain that she and Harwin gave you. “You had to think about it before betraying me”
“You betrayed me first!”
Rhaenyra's scream caused the three babies to start crying. If Jacaerys had not been in the princess's arms, you would have thrown the object closest to your reach at her. Who the hell did she think she was to come uninvited to your chambers and yell at you? Not only that, but she accused you of betraying her. You couldn't believe her audacity. It hadn't even been thirty minutes since she apologized to you and now she was yelling at you.
If the babies' cries weren't drilling into your head, perhaps you would have asked her to explain what the supposed betrayal you had committed was, but right now you just wanted her away so you could calm the twins down.
“Get out” you ordered and for once Rhaenyra listened to you. Of course, she had to leave slamming the door, making your children's cries even worse.
“I don't like them,” Aegon announced, looking with obvious disgust at Aethan, who was in your arms, and Alyn, who was being cooed by Alicent.
Perhaps another woman would have been offended or bothered by the little prince's comment but you couldn't help but laugh at the pout of his lips and his little wrinkled nose.
“Aegon!” Alicent instantly reprimanded him, making the boy even more upset.
“It's okay, my queen,” you reassured her with a smile. “Do you want to tell me why you don't like them?” you asked in a soft voice and settled better in your seat so you could hold Aethan well with one hand and thus be able to caress him with your other hand Aegon's hair.
The boy felt a little better at your sweet caresses. “Because of them you can't spend time with me and Sunfyre anymore,” he grumbled.
Since you gave birth to the twins you didn't go to the Dragon's Pit with Aegon. Now it was the dragon guardians who taught him how to care for and bond with Sunfyre. He didn't like that. Aegon wanted you to be next to him, he wanted to see your proud smile every time he pronounced a word in Valyrian correctly, he wanted you to take him to fly with you over Nightwing like you used to do every time he finished his lessons.
The worst thing was that every time Aegon wanted to spend time with you there was always someone else with you and there were the babies. You couldn't play with him or pay attention to him for long because one of the twins would always start crying or someone would turn their attention to the twins. Aegon didn't understand what people saw as interesting about the twins, they were just annoying babies who didn't know how to do anything but cry. Aegon just wanted to have his time alone with you again.
“Oh, my little prince, I miss spending time with you too” You kissed his cheek several times until Aegon began to laugh.
Alicent watched them both with a smile. It always warmed her heart every time she saw how you cared about her children and how loving you were towards them. She was sure that you cared more about her children than Viserys did. She knew you loved her children like they were your own. She could see it every time your face lit up when the children came running to hug you. She could see it in how you listened intently to Aegon and Helaena's ramblings. She could see it every time she found you in the nursery singing to Aemond and Daeron. She felt grateful for all those moments. She was grateful that there was someone who genuinely cared about her children.
“I promise you that once I recover I will go with you to the Dragon’s Pit.”
"But just the two of us! No annoying babies!" Aegon said, looking at you "seriously" as he pointed at you. You laughed again, the little prince's attitude made you tender.
“Aegon, you shouldn't talk about them like that. They are your family,” Alicent reminded him sternly, making you stop laughing and making the boy have a pout on his lips again.
Sometimes you felt that Alicent took everything too seriously and forgot that Aegon was just a child. It was obvious that he was just jealous that he couldn't spend time with you and it was the first time you'd heard him complain. You didn't like seeing Aegon being reprimanded just for acting his age. A child his age should be free to say what he thinks, he should spend more time playing instead of being pressured to attend lessons just because they thought it would impress his father. You didn't like it nor did you want to take away authority from Alicent's upbringing but sometimes you couldn't help but intervene because you didn't like how they pressured Aegon.
“You can say that they are annoying or anything you want, Aegon,” you said poking his nose with your finger making him smile a little “As long as we are alone” you quickly clarified before the queen's gaze “Besides I am sure that once they grow up and you can play with them you will like them”
Before the prince could answer you, the maester appeared to take the boy away since he had to start his lessons. You managed to convince Aegon to leave after you promised him that he could visit you again once he finished his lessons and that you would be waiting for him with his favorite sweets.
“How are you feeling?” Alicent asked once they were alone. She had been furious when one of her handmaidens informed her that Rhaenyra had come to see you. She had also noticed the dark circles under your eyes. She knew that the twins weren't letting you sleep much, she more than anything wanted to be able to help you but she was the queen and people would notice if she came to your chambers in the middle of the night.
“I'm tired but now that I've seen you and Aegon I'm happy” you admitted, resting your head on her shoulder and you closed your eyes, missing the blush on the queen's cheeks and the sweet smile that appeared on her face at your words.
You smiled as you felt Alicent's lips on your forehead. Not feeling satisfied, you stopped leaning on her shoulder so you could steal a kiss from her. You felt your chest warm at the familiarity of the sweetness of her lips.
Any discomfort that Rhaenyra caused you was forgotten with Alicent's kisses.
Again another night of crying. You didn't know how many minutes ago Aethan and Alyn were crying. You tried to feed them but none of them wanted to take your breast, you had already changed them but they still kept crying.
You rocked Alyn in your arms and with your foot from time to time, you lightly pushed the crib where Aethan was, hoping that the movement would tire him out. All this while you sing to them, trying to ignore the lump in your throat. You feel worthless for not being able to make your babies stop crying. It shouldn't be difficult to put them to sleep if you are their mother.
You jumped when you heard the door open. Your body tenses as you see your husband enter. Harwin had not come to your chambers since the birth of the twins. He never made a complaint or a reproach to you about your relationship with Larys, he stayed by your side and presented your children as a proud father before the court but he no longer went to your chambers. And you were okay with that because you didn't want him to keep insisting that you forgive him.
“What do you want?” you asked pointedly, not bothering to hide your annoyance at his sudden presence, hoping that would make him leave.
You were surprised to see that Harwin didn't seem affected by your tone like usual. You noticed the determination in his eyes and wondered what the hell had happened. Was he coming to argue with you because of how you spoke to Rhaenyra? If he dared to come in the middle of the night while your children were crying just to defend his lover you would kick his ass and let your mother scare him with Meleys.
“I heard the twins crying.”
“I'm sorry that my children don't let you sleep,” you interrupted him with obvious sarcasm. Trying not to think that if Harwin could hear them cry, so should other people. You didn't want to think about how tomorrow the court would talk about your inability as a mother.
“I came to help you” You were surprised by his words.
“Why?” you asked clearly defensively. Although you two knew that you really wanted to ask him, why would you help me with them when you are not their father?
“Because I care about you,” he said but you both knew he really wanted to tell you because I love you. You told yourself that you felt nothing as you saw the obvious love in Harwin's eyes. “You haven't slept well in days. I heard them cry for days and I know you, I know that every time you can't calm them down you are insulting yourself. "I can see right now how frustrated you are because you can't also pick up Aethan and comfort him as you would like."
The lump in your throat grew bigger. You hated that he knew you so well. But you weren't surprised after all he is your husband. Of course, he knew how you thought and how your mind worked. He had seen you in your most vulnerable states.
He had been so good to you but he had to ruin it all.
“Can I pick him up?”
It was silly but you really appreciated that he had asked instead of directly taking your baby in his arms. You nodded, not trusting your voice not to come out shaky.
You frowned as you watched Harwin take off his nightshirt.
“Jace calms down when he feels my skin,” Harwin was quick to clarify and get Aethan out of her crib before you decided to kick him out for thinking she was trying to seduce you. He felt you watching him intently as he placed the baby's small body against her chest. Of course, his crying didn't stop instantly but he seemed to calm down a little.
Your husband started singing the same song you were singing a few minutes ago. His Valyrian was rusty compared to yours. Once you are sure that your voice is not going to betray you, you accompany him in singing. You don't stop rocking Alyn as you watch Harwin pace around the room carefully holding your son. You relaxed as you saw that Aethan didn't look uncomfortable and how as the song continued he became calmer and calmer. It doesn't take long for Alyn to calm down when he sees that you are no longer upset.
Your eyes meet Harwin's and the two of you smile at each other. And Harwin can't help but think that this is where he belongs.
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𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞
Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon! Reader
Trigger Warnings: murder, targcest, eventual dark!aemond, yandere!aemond, obsessive behaviour, typical targ madness
Summary: Aemond would have his sea-nymph one way or another.
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Summer blossomed like the pink buds on a cherry tree coming to life the day the young Prince Aemond realised his affection for his niece. She had ensnared his soul and enraptured his heart like the vines of ivy devouring the exterior of a Keep. Silver locks and lilac spun eyes that beheld all the secrets in the world, it seemed. Soft-tanned skin – a perfect blend of her mother and father though the same could not be said for those she called brothers – that beamed soft gold in the light of the sun and lips that looked as if only the sweetest of fruits had kissed them. Her hair shone pearlescent in a similar fashion to the decorations often found woven into her curly smooth locks. They fascinated him; the way the peals glimmered in the light and emerged from her curls like the foam atop a crashing wave.
More Velaryon than Targaryen in truth was she. She, too, had no dragon to call her own but instead proclaimed the sea as her abode and its treasures her horde. He wished to be considered a valuable item amongst those she already kept. Soft-spoken and gentle in nature she was her mother's pride and joy – the image of her grandmother they deemed the sea nymph. Sometimes, he wondered if she could grow a tail much like the mystical mermaid on the sigil of House Manderly and if she could, would she finally join her beloved sea and leave them all to wither on land? Those thoughts never brought him any comfort. Instead, he remained grateful that for as much as she wished to join the sea in all ways; she simply was unable to.
He often prayed to the gods in thanks for her inability to simply vanish on the waves.
It became lonely, living in such cold solitude, after a while and none could deny the younger prince led a cold, solitary life. His other kin shone so brightly, vivaciously and with such vitality that it was easy for him to fall into the shadows, the darkness, and the madness. He was a scarred second son of a King who did not even deem his firstborn son his heir. Aemond believed deeply in tradition and the stability such a thing brought to the realm; he could not fathom his elder half-sister bringing chaos with her untraditional succession claim. His sister would openly have a bastard follow her on the throne. Perhaps that’s where his true sentiments lay; he did not despise his sister for being a woman with a powerful agency, or even for being the heir to the throne, but for what would come after his sister's succession. What precedent would it set if bastards could inherit before trueborn children? What chaos would that sow within the realm? Aemond was a man of routine, tradition, and unrelenting stability all of which Rhaenyra was inherently posed to ruin.
Aemond didn’t wish to see his little sea nymph fall with her mother, as she undoubtedly would, due to her unending loyalty and devotion to her catastrophic family. His Gentle Dragon had no qualms openly expressing her love and devotion to the young men that would steal her birthright; it was bad enough the elder prince Jacaerys would steal her place upon the iron throne but downright insulting that, the younger than she, Lucerys would steal the birthright of her father from her person by claiming Driftmark. Aemond wished to see her claim her rightful place as the heiress of Driftmark as the only trueborn child of its heir, however, he would not want to see her seated atop the iron throne.
The monolithic, fearsome work of art did not suit the gentle and ever-changing disposition that she carried with her. Unmoving iron and sharp-edged swords should be nowhere near the supple curves and smooth skin lining her form, instead – if it were not for his no-good elder brother – he would sit upon the iron-casted seat of death in her place. He would be her King and she, his Queen. He had only to find a way to keep her with him permanently.
Perhaps his father's addled mind and desperation for peace would smile fortuitously upon the one-eyed prince, for once.
It had been many a year since his eyes last wandered upon the form of his beloved sea nymph – a name he only acknowledged in his mind's depths. The realm’s Gentle Dragon had returned to Kings Landing alongside the rest of her kin when protests were raised on the legitimacy of her younger brother's claim to Driftmark. Something many deemed rightfully hers. She glowed effervescent in her Velaryon blue and soft violet threaded gown the silk gently forming the curves of her body and flowing down the lengths of her arms and back. It seemed the dress also recognised the girl's call of the sea for it moulded like waves and rippled in each minuscule movement of her own. The train of the gown followed behind her like the sea lapping at the sand of the beach never quite reaching as far in as it wished.
She stood beside her mother with her head held high in pride as her uncle all but disparaged what remained of her mother's good name - if anything was left of it to begin with. It had delighted him to see the Strong princelings debased in such a public manner and their mother alongside them. He enjoyed much less the disparagement of the Crown Princess’s only daughter and the belief that she would fall to the same whims her mother had and beget only bastards for her future husband. No, that did not please the prince at all. He had observed and planned and waited patiently for many a year to gain his nymph and she would give him no bastards – he knew she wouldn’t. His nymph was too intelligent, dutiful, and self-aware of the consequences of such a thing to attempt such a crime.
Still, his blood boiled, and his hands clenched behind his back. It took an effort to keep his stoicism about his person in the face of his ever-present wrath but within a second his wrath was replaced with bewildered wonderment. Gone was Ser Vaemond’s head; instead the figure of his uncle stood tall, proud, and nonchalant in the face of such grotesque violence. Aemond felt the stirrings of admiration and conflict within his chest at such a sight. This man, his uncle, was a threat, an obstacle, his biggest unrelenting guard towards what Aemond had deemed his. All the realms knew of how Daemon favoured his girls over his boys, and none could deny how he had claimed the Gentle Dragon as much his own as his other brown-skinned, silver-haired darlings. He clenched his jaw. It seemed he would need to confide with another of his aspirations if he wanted to succeed where others had failed.
As if the man could hear the thoughts echoing in the princeling's brain the Rogue turned and leered. Aemond could see the taunt within his gaze, the dare for him to be as foolish as the man who kept his tongue but lost his head.
He could hear the whisper Daemon Targaryen’s eyes conveyed.
“Claim her, if you're bold enough.”
Just as he proved to his father when he claimed Vhagar; Aemond would once more prove that he was, indeed, bold enough.
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-𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄
part 3
pairing: Aemond targaryen x velaryon! (strong!) reader
summary: Aemond has loved and secretly claimed you for himself since the day you were born. losing his eye changed him, but maybe it did not affect his feelings for you as much as he thought it had
warnings: english is not my first language, angsty , shy reader, unclexniece, possesive aemond, everybody adores reader in this
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the air in the dining hall had been suffocating you. you could see the smug look in the eyes of your oldest uncle. he used to look at you differently and you had questioned before if it were his feelings for you that changed, or he himself. and if Aegon changed that much, did the others do too?
you had been late, much to your mothers dismay. your uncle Daemon had not expected anything else. he always knew the days when it was time for a nightmare. maybe that was because he cared so much, or maybe because he liked to know all of the people surrounding him. you had forgotten your jewelry too, making your neck and shoulders bare. your deep red dress contrasted with the one of heleana who was sitting next to your brother.
you deeply regretted arriving late - because at the end of the table, to your left, sat the one eyed prince. his gaze burned holes into your skull and except from the smile you send him when you arrived you did not dare to look in his direction again, too afraid he would look at you the same way he did when you arrived.
you had hoped things would be different and he still held the same love for you he had when you were children. but this was different.
having you avoid his gaze angered him even more than the pig placed in front of him. he could not care for that damn pig because he already felt disgusted of himself. he thought your feelings for him could not change, you could not change, but there you were avoiding his gaze like never before. Now that you were of age, you would probably want a good looking man, a kind one too. hearing his mother ask about the lord in the north made him choke on his wine, and made you finally look at him.
your lavender eyes looked at him with concern, the line between your eyebrows deepening. “Are you alright prince aemond?”, you asked quiet and kindly. he nodded, humming as an answer, which definitely did not satisfy you. you wanted to hear his voice. he realized when you looked down at your lap, biting your lip embarrassed and playing with your fingers. but still, he did not know what to say.
His mother eyed him and the pig warily. She truly did not wish for something bad to occur, but she could literally feel the anger radiating of her youngest son. She tried changing the topic “But he has not made a proposal yet? Has he?”, but failed miserably.
Aemond felt lucerys smirk before he saw it. Not only could he now laugh at his dumb pig but at the obvious distress he felt over the possible marriage of his princess.
You shook your head no while chewing your dinner slowly. You did not wish to move to the north, to leave your family behind and be lady of house Winterfell. You just wanted to stay here. With him.
And after Heleana made her toast about marriage life and “he mostly ignores you”, it sounded like a death trap to her.
Aemonds abrupt standing up and hitting the table made you flinch. You could see it in his eyes. He truly did change and when he openend his mouth to make his horrible speech, you could feel it in every bone.
Although he did not take your name in his mouth, you could clearly hear the insult he threw at your siblings and you.
While everybody stood up, Aegon pushing lucerys head on the table and Aemond throwing Jace to the ground, you looked down at your lap. Tears that dropped down your cheeks pathetically were wiped away by your sleeves. This was not what you hoped for when they told you of your return but it was exactly what you feared.
Daemon saw it first, calling out your name to check on you and pulling the attention of the rest of your family towards you. You shook your head at him, while you tried to come up with anything helpful to say but found nothing that would make this situation better - so you left.
You did not see Aemonds smug smile fall because you did not turn around to look at him again.
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The Dragon Dance
Summary: What if Rhaenyra had another child? What if Rhaenyra had a daughter with white hair and purple eyes? What if she was betrothed to Aemond as an alliance with Greens?
You are the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, unlike your brothers you have white hair and purple eyes. You are the twin sister of Jacaerys. You were close with Aemond when you were kids, you two attached to the hip. Ten years later after your family left to Dragonstone, your family reunites with the Greens. You see a familiar face, Aemond Targaryen. Even though it's been years since you last saw him, let's just say you are not the same little girl you were once before.
Warnings: The reader and Jacaerys are aged up, they would be eighteen. Uncle/niece insect. 18+ smut(eventually). Language. Mentions of assault (mainly from Aegon). Violence. And possible other warnings that I can’t think of. There is a happy ending.
This fic does not follow the story or the show, this more a what-if scenario. There will be some similarities
Sword fighting between you and Ameond
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The Dragon Dance Part 01:
It's been ten years since the last time you’ve seen your uncles and aunt, you have mixed feelings about the reunion. The last time you saw your uncle Aemond, it was not a pleasant goodbye. You have no idea what happened between your brothers and your uncle. All you knew was that your younger brother Lucerys took Aemond’s eye, defending your cousins Baela and Rhaena. After that night your family fled to Dragonstone, where you had your education and trained with your brothers.
Ever since you were a young girl you would mimic Jacaerys moves when he would wield his sword. Daemon saw this and noticed you were quite talented with a sword. So he started to train you as well. After years of training you became a better swordsman than any other knight, you have become the teacher instead. Rhaenyra became really proud of the women you have become. Your brothers always said that you act like your mother sometimes, which you take as a compliment. You look up to your mother, you want to become like her. You want to have the same freedom as her. Ride on dragonback and soar through the sky, being free not worrying about the feud between the Blacks and the Greens.
It breaks your heart that your family is split into two, even though your mother and father explained to you multiple times why things are the way they are. You understand logically but emotionally you felt it was stuipid. You always wished that there was some way to mend the strain between two families. Even though it seems hopeless, you didn’t want to give up hope, at least just not yet.
As soon as you and your family landed on King’s Landing, you got off your dragon Saphira. You pet her goodbye and start heading towards the castle. Not to your surprise no one greeted you and your family at your family's arrival. You heard the whispers, you heard the gossip about your brothers, and sometimes about you since you and Jace are twins. The only reason why there is less gossip about you, is because you were blessed with white hair and purple eyes. However there are still rumors about you since you don’t resemble your brothers. There were rumors that you are not really Rhaenyra’s daughter. Or they dye your hair to make you like a Targaryen. Or your favorite rumor is you’re the secret love child of Rhaenyra and Daemon.
You and your brothers walked to the training grounds, talking about old memories and noticing the stares you three were getting. You rolled your eyes at the people who are not so secretly gossiping about you and your brothers. You were about to say something but Jace gave you a look and shook his head no. Telling you it’s not worth it, you sigh knowing he is right but it still irks you.
You three hear the commotion, and see familiar white hair. You, Jace, and Luce walk into the circle of people surrounding two people fighting each other. Your purple eyes widen knowing who is winning. It's no other than your uncle Aemond, not to your surprise he won the fight. He turns to your brothers with a smirk “Nephew’s, have you come to train?” Aemond asked, still holding his sword against Ser Criston Cole's neck; not noticing you standing next to Jace. Both Jace and Luce are speechless, not knowing what to say.
“Hello uncle, I am actually here to come to train.” You said, saving your brothers from public humiliation. You take your cloak off and hand it to Jace. The dress you have on is a black dress, the torso mimicking a dragon scales as armor, long sleeves hugging your arms. “I’m sorry my lady, this isn’t a place for you. A lady like yourself shouldn’t hold a sword.” Ser Criston is trying to stop you from grabbing a sword. You roll your eyes at the comment, as your brother’s chuckle a little at Ser Criston’s response. Knowing you can wipe the floor with all of these men, including your uncle.
“Now Ser Criston, let's not deny my niece this opportunity, give the lady a sword.” Aemond commanded Ser Criston with a smirk on his face, somewhat underestimating you but also knowing you are not like other ladies. It's one of the many reasons why he fell for you.
You usually love to twirl and play with your sword before you sword fight, however this is a different situation. You want to catch your uncle by surprise, you want him to underestimate you. You want every man here to think you are some defenseless girl. You want to put on a show. You pretend to struggle holding a sword, fooling almost everyone except some people. Your brothers holding their laughter knowing exactly what you are doing. They know what you are capable of, and what you can do with a weapon. Your uncle Aemond however has a hunch that you are acting. It might have been ten years since the last time he saw you, but he remembers every single thing about you. He knows when you are lying.
For his own amusement he will play along with the game you are playing. He lifts his sword and twirls it “shall we begin young niece?” he asks sweetily but yet viciously as well.
You lift your sword up, “let’s uncle.” You respond with a sweet smile, but the smile has a bite to it.
Aemond charges towards you with the sword, and you immediately dodge the attack. He goes after you again, once again you dodge his attack. Finally you start using your sword as he continues to attack you. You swing your sword against his, and twirling the sword and him, where his back is facing you and you sword against his neck. “You should learn to fight with your feet uncle, not just your arms.” You whisper in his ear, feeling your hot breath against his skin. Aemond couldn’t help but feel chills down his spine.
He shouts in frustration, turns to you and swings his sword towards you. You block the attack with your sword. You two start to sword fight for real, well to be honest you were going easy on him. Jace and Luce know that this fight would be over within a heartbeat, but you want to see what Aemond is capable of. You will admit Aemond is a tough opponent, he is definitely more of a challenge then you ever trained with. You will admit your uncle is a good swordsman, but you are better.
Finally the fight ends by you disarming Aemond and pointing the end of your sword towards his neck. He raises his hands in a surrender, knowing he has lost this fight with you. You put the sword down, holding the handle. “Thank you for training with me uncle, I will admit you are a tough opponent. I feel honored to train with you.” You said sweetly, giving Aemond a small bow and a small smile. You walk towards Ser Criston, handing him the sword and walk towards your brothers. Jace gives you back your cloak, putting it on yourself. You link both arms with your brothers, as you three start to walk away you start to smile widely knowing you just surprised every man in the training grounds.
As Aemond saw you and brothers walked away, he couldn’t help but smirk. He didn’t mind losing to you. He honestly thought that was the most attractive thing you have done so far. Aemond always wanted you, and after that encounter he wants you even more.
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The Realm's Delight
Rhaenyra Targaryen x Velaryon Fem!Reader
Summary: The entire realm of suitors tripping over themselves to take Rhaenyra to wife and yet the only person she has eyes for is you.
Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader
Wordcount: 1k
Warnings: smut, nsfw, top!rhaenyra
Note: first and foremost reader and rhaenyra are cousins clearly so if that bothers u maybe skip this one :/
been putting off writing rhaenyra for so long bc her characterisation is a little intimidating to me but i got over that fear finally (i think)
anyway i hope u enjoy this silly little thing and let me know what u think!
(sorry for the inaccurate high valyrian i dont speak the language)
You let out a yawn, the sheer banality of this morning's affair was shocking to you.
At Rhaenyra's request you were sat by her side as she listened to petitions from various Lords from all over the realm offering her their hand in marriage.
You scowl at the man before you, he had been going on about the state of his castle. Nothing of interest to you and certainly not to the Princess. If this was his idea of wooing a lady only the gods knew how he would be like as a husband.
"Bisa vala iksis uēpkta than aōha kepa."
(This man is older than your father.)
Rhaenyra's face contorts in amusement at your remark before looking down at her hands, fiddling with her rings out of disinterest.
"Tell me, lord Dondarrion did you think my great grandmother was as beautiful as they say?"
The Princess interupts the man mid sentence and you shake your head in disapproval.
Rhaenyra..
"This was half a century ago Princess" Lord Dondarrion responds, perplexed.
"Yes it was."
The entire court erupts with laughter, you stiffle a grin yourself.
The older man sulks before walking away, being last to catch on the Princess making a mockery of him.
"Bona iksin unseemly, dārilaros."
(That was unseemly, princess.)
Rhaenyra glances at you with a sly smirk before rolling her eyes.
"Issa unseemly syt zirȳla naejot jiōragon nyke zȳhon ondos."
(It is unseemly for him to offer me his hand.)
Boremund glares at the two of you. You throw him an innocent smile, very well knowing he has no notion of what is being said between you.
"Next!" He exclaims.
You were itching for these proceedings to conclude.
A young boy, he must have been no older than 10 and 2. You recognised his sigil, house Blackwood.
You fail to suppress your amusement paired with disbelief, an involuntarily laugh escapes your lips.
Rhaenyra mirrors your baffled expression.
"And now a boy." The Princess says with an exasperated tone.
"The Blackwoods are an ancient house with a formidable army. In the riverlands they once ruled as Kings." Lord Boremund states.
Rhaenyra nods, she decides to give the poor boy a chance.
He goes on and recites a rather well rehearsed speech. Voice trembling but otherwise full of conviction.
A rictus, albeit kind smile painted on Rhaenyra's face.
She is not convinced.
"If chosen as your match Princess, your days shall be easy and night's safe under my protection."
The boy says and you purse your lips, trying not to laugh aloud once again.
"Protection? The Princess has a dragon you dumb cunt."
One of Rhaenyra's many suitors exclaims from the crowd and the boy unsheathes his sword, summoning a challenge.
You roll your eyes. Whether it be a man grown or a little boy, they are all the same.
"We're leaving." Rhaenyra stands, swiftly grabbing your hand. Taking your leave by her side and matching her strut.
"Ser Criston, send word to the harbor and have Captain Oswin ready the ship for you."
"Lady y/n and I will leave on Dragonback. We will see you back at King's Landing."
Criston glances at you in confusion and you only give him a shrug.
"Princess, we're due in Bitterbridge in 3 days time."
Rhaenyra stops in her tracks, You, Criston and his men followed suit. The Princess glares at the Knight and he opposes for a moment before relenting.
"Very well, Princess."
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Rhaenyra grabs your arm again forcing you to pick up the pace. You eventually find yourselves alone in a dimly lit hallway far from the commotion in the other room.
"Nyra–" You yelp, as she expertly pushes you up against a wall her hand resting against it.
She leans in capturing your lips into a searing kiss. You melt at the feeling of her mouth against yours, simply aching for her.
Rhaenyra's hands find your waist as she disconnects your lips. You nearly shiver under her intense stare. She watches your chest heave as you attempted to catch your breath. You notice her breathing just as heavily.
"I have been dying to do that all morning."
She kisses you again, this time your hand finds the back of her neck pulling her impossibly closer.
"Istin emagon ao sir."
(I must have you now)
Rhaenyra shifts her attention to your neck, placing wet kisses against it. You don't suppress the shiver this time and immediately feel her grin form against your neck.
"Ēdā nyke mōrī bantis."
(You had me last night.)
You tease, hand moving to rest on her shoulder.
"One night is not enough" She whispers before taking your bottom lip in between her teeth tugging at it. She kisses you again.
"With you it is never enough."
Your mouth opens wider and her tongue comes into contact with yours. A moan spills out of you directly into her mouth and Rhaenyra hums against your lips.
A rush of arousal shoots directly to your core. Rhaenyra would have her way with you infront of the entire court if she could.
Gods, you wish she would.
Rhaenyra lifts up your thigh and runs her hand under your dress resting it on your ass. You wrap your leg around her waist reflexively giving her easier access. A glimmer in her eyes as she takes the opportunity to slip her hand underneath your smallclothes, she could feel how wet you were as she swipes a finger through your folds.
"Rhaenyra, what if someone sees us?" You whimper as you fight the urge to grind your wanting core against her hand.
She leans forward, placing another kiss on your neck before sinking her teeth into it earning a desperate moan from you.
"I really don't care." She whispers and you feel your legs grow weaker.
Rhaenyra presses her palm against your center and you feel yourself move against her hand wantonly. She dips a finger into your entrance and you let out another moan.
"Ah– Rhaenyra, wait please."
You wanted to kick yourself for stopping her but you couldn't risk getting caught, not here.
Rhaenyra sighs before removing her hand from underneath your dress completely and you stand up on both feet. Your hands don't leave her shoulders however, needing the support.
"Issa daor litse."
(It is not fair)
You breathe out, after a moment's silence.
"Hm?"
"Lo nyke sia vala nyke could gūrogon ao naejot Zaldrīzesdōron se mazverdagon ao ñuha ābrazȳrys."
(If I were a man I could take you to Dragonstone and make you my wife.)
"Nobody would question it."
You suddenly feel tears well up in your eyes. Rhaenyra notices and places a tender kiss on your forehead. You quickly wrap your arms around her.
The both of you stay like that for a beat.
"Then take me to Dragonstone." Rhaenyra simply states.
You scoff.
"Do not mock me, Princess."
Rhaenyra lets out a chuckle before stepping away from you, intertwining your fingers.
"No, it isn't fair."
She lifts your intertwined hands to her lips and plants a kiss on the back of your palm.
She guides you down the hallway and the two of you resume your walk.
"Ivestragī's jikagon lenton."
(Let's go home)
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✾ Happy Bday To A Sweet Lil Kit Named Liv ✾
Therefore I present to you:
♕ The Brother F**king Incest Spectacular ♕
For u bb @fairysluna
Rating: Explicit
Tags: TW: incest, non/con|||dub/con, degrading language, bastard hating, DAERON IS AGED UP!!!!Greens won AU, Jace’s sister reader, gang bang, so much Incest, cunnilingus, sloppy seconds, double penetration, oral sex, pnv!sex, erotic crying, humiliation, Daeron is actually scared but likes her so they run off and be happy duh, Aemond and Aegon are Insane, multiple orgasms, rough sex, m/m/m/f, Jace is broken, why is there kinda angst? Idk
A/N: I don’t tend to lean toward non-con but the brother fucking incest spectacular had been brewed so read the warnings!
“Little Lord Strong,” Aemond sneered from the lofty bed, looking down with a haughty look on his sharp features. Jace squirmed and hissed at the one-eyed prick. His dear sister was pinned between Aemond’s lean legs, face red and teary.
Daeron was quiet, a terrified look on his face as he watched the scene.
Aegon, ever the deviant, palmed himself through his breeches, other hand petting Jace’s poor sister’s hair. He was grinning wildly, violet eyes fervent with glee. He giggled as his younger brother prattled on. Aemond cocked his head towards his siblings and said, “Well. You know what they say about bastards. Lustful, devious sort. I bet she’ll open up like a Lyseni pillow girl.”
Jace barked, “Fuck you! All of you are the deviants! Defiling my maiden sister for what?”
Aegon snorted, “She’s a lovely vixen, we won and you didn’t. Therefore we get our war prizes. Wanted to see what your cunt of a mother was so infatuated by a house as shite as the Strongs.” Jace grimaced and squirmed under his bindings, chest aching at the mention of his true father. The one who had taught him to be a man. He didn’t feel much like one.
Aegon yanked back her hair and got a good look at doe brown eyes, watery with tears, lips swollen more-so than usual. She pled, “Please, please, I cannot help being o-of this nature. Have mercy my king, have mercy!” The giddiness of Aegon’s face morphed into anger.
He hissed in her face, spittle flying, “Did your lovely mother and the rogue cunt give my children mercy?”
She wailed in sorrow, apologizing for something she had nothing to do with. Aemond was wielding the Valyrian ceremonial knife, pointing it towards Jacaerys. He sniffed, “Yes, Lord Strong, was there mercy when your dead brother took my eye, slaughtered my kin, set the kingdom aflame for a seat that belonged to us trueborn?”
Jacaerys remained silent, fidgeting in his bonds, trying to find a way out. There was murder and kinslaying on both sides. The bastard thought he was justified for little Luke. Jace was angry and humiliated. Tears fell down his darkened cheeks. Daeron spoke up, a soft lilt to the youngest brother’s tone.
“You won’t get out of those. Learned the best knots down on the docks of Oldtown. Best if you just sat back and let it get on with. Customary,” he nervously looked to the elder blondes, “Customary right?”
Aegon popped up from his spewing of vitriol, laughing as he reached for more Arbor Red, “Yes, darling Daeron, customary to make sure any dragon blood gets more seed. We have to repopulate. Sorry you must get the leftover bitch as wife.”
Aemond shrugged, “She’s pretty. Had a Strong bitch in Harrenhal, witchy sort, but couldn’t trust a wench that played with magicks.” He began to take off his loose blouse, exposing pale scarred skin, lean and toned. Daeron was stockier, like Aegon but if the eldest didn’t overindulge. The king was a juxtaposition of tight burns and soft overfed flesh. Never a warrior, Jace knew that much.
Jace watched in agony as the boys divested their clothing. He sister wept and shook on the mattress, begging Daeron now. The youngest looked guilty, mouthing, “I’m sorry.” Aegon smacked the Prince from behind the head and chided, “This is your whore for tonight. Quit being the pansy.”
Daeron grumbled back, staring with flushed cheeks. Aemond pulled her ass up roughly, spreading tanned thighs, shapely from dragon riding. Jacaerys howled, “You accursed demon!” The one-eye hummed, “I’ve heard worse, Strong. Enjoy the show.”
Aegon was at full mast, eagerly stroking his thick cock, “As the king I get to fuck those pretty lips,” he smirked, “Aemond you can get her cunt. Daeron it’s either her ass or wait your turn. Feel her up a little, I don’t know.” Daeron’s lilac eyes bounced around the scene, pupils blowing at her gorgeous body, full breasts hanging below, obscene lips covered in drool.
“Go on Daeron, she’s drier than the Boneway,” Aemond frowned. Jace could hand the bastard that, he couldn’t bear to watch her be torn to shreds. Daeron’s body came closer to hers, a calloused hand tentatively rubbing her soft skin, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She relaxed a smidgeon, nervous eyes peeking around. The brunette had pretty lashes.
The daring himself murmured, “I shan’t treat you like this my lady, we’ll go back to Old Town. J-just feel me and the sensations. Please. Please.”
She whimpered quietly at Daeron engaged her in a gentle kiss, his hand finally coming to knead and tweak her pretty tits. “This isn’t amateur hour, back off, acting like Florian and Jonquil.” Aeg snatched her jaw and ordered, “Open, bastard whore.” She did so, shaking as Aegon dropped his spit into her mouth, easing his thick cockhead into the warm opening.
“That’s better, fuck,” Aegon moaned, eyes lolled. Aemond waited patiently, while he grinned at Jace. He mused, “So easy, so pliable. That’s why your mother liked it. Wanted to control everything, the bitch.” Jace gritted back, “Your mother was a stone cold bitch and we all knew it!”
The Velaryon fumed with anger, eyes flickering to where Aegon was moaning with delight, Daeron caressing and kissing on her smooth skin. His cheeks reddened at where his thoughts were going. Merely a Targaryen instinct— inclination for the blood.
Daeron’s insistent kissing and licking had the princess biting off whines around Aegon’s cock. The king laughed, “Ah, there she is, little slut loves it after all.” Aemond played with her other entrance, feeling wetness begin to gather and dribble delightfully. He backed up and motioned towards the youngest.
“Actually, I want her wetter. Use your tongue Daeron.” Aegon giggled with glee at the idea, Jace groaned, and Daeron swallowed heavily.
He shuffled to her slit, pale eyes boggled at her most private part. His thumb slid through the moistened entrance, cock jumping in surprise. Daeron held up his thumb and suckled the essence off, eyelashes fluttering as he moaned.
“She taste s-sweet, hm?,” Aegon panted. He wouldn’t last long. Never did by all rumors and accounts. The slick noises of her mouth and Aegon’s lurid chattering was making Daeron grow impossibly hot under his skin. He grabbed handfuls of her pert ass and licked at her pretty petals, grinding into the bed.
“Seven hells— the mouth on this one!,” he giggled, “Lick at that bud Daeron, raa-right at the top, make her squeal and slick up.” The youngest did so, suckling on the hooded bud above her opening, inhaling her perfect natural scent. She squirmed and shook, crying out around Aegon. Daeron didn’t stop, intoxicated by his beautiful niece’s noises. She arched her back helplessly, whining.
Aegon gasped and pulled at her thick brown locks, shoving his cock deep into her throat— met with no resistance. He threw his short curls back, belly bouncing, lips agape. The king cried out, “Fuuuuck yess!” Jace saw his uncle’s balls draw tight and he emptied down her once pristine throat. He closed his eyes and whimpered, willing away the indecent thoughts. He could hear her coughing in the background.
Aegon, fuck dumb and lazy, pillowed himself back. He halfassedly gestured for Aemond to have her mouth. The lean man smirked as having her from this angle meant he could torture Jacaerys more. Daeron was busy exploring her, sticking fingers in and lapping excitedly.
“Slow down, you’ll blow before you get your cock in her cunny,” Aegon snorted.
Aemond easily got access, the Princess obediently opening her mouth, eyes far away and hazy. Cum was still wetting her chin, mixed with drool. Aemond wiped it away with the nearest cloth, finding a distaste to be so close to Aegon’s glob of spend. He tilted her head up so the taller Targaryen could ease his long cock down her throat.
“Stick your dick in already, she’s wetter than the Greenblood,” Aegon snapped, greedily gulping wine. He shouted, “Isn’t this just wonderful Jace! Maybe we’ll cut your cock off and make you a handmaiden to this lovely girl.” Jace whimpered, utterly broken and confused. He was so hard it hurt, yet everything disgusted him.
Daeron held his cock, lilac eyes focused on her hole, dipping the tip in, before getting shoved further by one of her frantic hands. Aemond laughed, “Mm! She likes you. We’ll all have to take a test filling her cunt up. Make sure the seed takes.”
The youngest brother’s vision grew blurry as he registered the delicious feeling surrounding his cock. It was better than anything he had tried on himself. She was warm, tight, and pulsing around Daeron’s member. He gripped her hips and fucked wildly, groaning and panting her name.
“Should have taken his virgin ass to the brothels in Old Town when we visited.”
“All the more fun, two little virgins, isn’t that right Lord Strong?,” Aemond jabbed in glee. Jace let out an agonized moan, his balls aching and full. His sister’s gorgeous cries and debauched frame was making him feel insane. Aegon’s nonsensical laugh broke through the haze, making Jace more ashamed…more aroused.
Daeron panted and laid kisses up her back, breathlessly praising, “Oh you feel so good, tell me what to do, please?” Aemond, snapping his hips into the Velaryon’s mouth jeered, “Listen to what the wretch had to say, touch her button.”
Aegon slurred, already stroking his cock again, “When she comes, s’like heaven, milking ya’ cock.”
Daeron reached around to settle between them, circling around her swollen nub, feeling her cunt pulse and hearing excited keening. He pinched and pulled harder, the cries turning into little whimpers as she drew tighter and tighter around him. Daeron felt his eyes crossing at the pressure, fucking harder in a last effort.
Aemond pinched a bouncing teat of hers and ordered, “Come now, Strong slut. Serve your superiors.” He pulled out and watched the scene, on his haunches. The brunette was wailing and crying Daeron’s name. “Oh Gods please, don’t stop, f-fa-feels s’good! What’s- oh my- happening?”
Jace never wished he could be freed more than now, eyes glued to her twitching body, plump lips shining in the dull light. His cock was leaking profusely, needing an outlet for his swollen sac. Daeron gasped as she gushed all over his cock, sniveling and sucking in breath. Tears leaked down her gorgeous face.
The youngest Targaryen just sat in a daze, her throbbing pussy hitting him with wave of wave of ecstasy, his cock unloading all he could have carried into her womb. He selfishly hoped his seed would take, so that his wife’s child was truly his. He kissed and rubbed on her until Aegon cast him aside, laughing, “My turn, lover boy.”
Daeron’s eyes flickered to Jace, whining softly with a red face. His cock had soaked the front of his small clothes, huge member swollen and needy. Gods, the depravity. He absently wondered if the girl was supposed to be Jace’s if it weren’t for the twins.
Aegon was a lazy fuck, making the girl get on top of him and ride and ride until her shaky legs gave out. The king smacked her ass roughly, barking, “You can do better than that with all that dragon riding. Lazy whore.” She whimpered and bounced harder, squeezing Aegon’s soft midsection tight. He moaned, “Soooo much better. Good little bitch.”
He filled her up next with a sloppy finish, leaving some on her belly and legs, proposing, “Since Jace is so needy, we should make him clean her up.” Aemond seemed to love that idea, eagerly fucking her into the soft bed, her legs thrown high up his long body.
He bit and sucked a collar of markings around her neck, snarling, “You belong to us now, no black, no-ngh, fucking greens, just the Targaryens.” She whimpered, “Yes, yes, I belong to you, the rightful family.” Aemond smacked her around some more, around the ass and thighs. He pumped with long strokes, powerful and measured.
Daeron was taking notes. Because she was heaving and clawing his shoulders, mewling when he’d plunge into her ruined cunt. Blood had already dried on the bed. Aegon crawled over and pointed her wet eyes to Jace.
“You want brother dearest to clean you up after? Lick your sore cunny up, coddle you? Or Daeron?”
She scrunched her face up, obviously distressed. Jace whined pathetically, “Sister, sister please, let me, let me?” He was humping the air now, utterly broken and debauched. Aemond smacked her cheek none-to-hard and smarted, “Your king asked you a question!”
She wailed out, “Both! Need both! Gods please! Mmmm!” Aemond’s one eye rolled up at her releasing yet again. She still had some in her, coating his long cock with the gorgeous essence. The long haired prince pumped her for the final time full of his cum, slapping her ass another time for good measure. She shivered and cried, Daeron already to the rescue.
Who knew such a powerful fighter had such a weak heart. Aegon laid back like a cat who got the cream, watching Jacaerys sob and shiver. He’d cum. The evidence was sticky and soaking his small clothes. The princess took one look and begged, “C-can he join? Lick me up like you said my liege?”
Aegon shrugged, “Aemond and I will watch for safety. Can’t believe Lord Strong came in his small clothes watching his sister get fucked by the enemies. I thought we were fucked up.”
“Like you’ll do shite you oaf,” Aemond muttered as he slit the ropes binding Jace. The brunette stumbled to his sister, squatting between her soaked cunt. It was still a bit stretched, puffy and oozing copious amounts of ‘dragonseed’. He began to cry in shame as he cleaned her up.
Daeron softly murmured, “I’ll take good care of her, you’ve been good. So good.” Jace blushed and kept licking, eating up his sister’s sighs of pleasure, Daeron’s long fingers in his dark hair. What a fucking mess this was.
Aegon and Aemond merely laughed like devilish imps. Sadists. “Oh she’ll take the seed alright, she better or we do this again,” he tapped his chin, “We can’t taint her bastardized blood further, so just licking cunny for you dear nephew.”
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Traitors
Summary: Princess Y/N Velaryon has now been confined to her bedchambers as preparations are made to crown Aegon II as King. She is given the choice to betray her mother and family or her husband, Prince Aemond.
Warnings: mentions of death/incest cause of marriage (established relationship with rhaenyra & laenor/harwin’s eldest daughter)/cussing/crying/arguments/pregnancy/marriage strain/break up?/ANGST/part 2...possibly?/ALL RIGHTS TO HBO
Word Count: 3530
*NOT MY GIF*
You were woken by the sounds of jingling keys and voices outside your door. You were quick to get out of bed, going over and rattling the locked knob.
“What is the meaning of this?” No answer, “I demand you unlock this door.” Again, nobody said anything. You could hear the armour of the guards shifting as they stood in front of your door.
More voices came from your window, you peered into one of the courtyards of the Red Keep. All the servants and workers rushing around. Something wasn’t right. You had even finally taken notice that Aemond was not in your bed. His sword and other weapons gone as well.
You paced around your room for what seemed like hours. You tried to distract yourself by getting dressed, doing your hair, and even tidying up your bedchambers. Yet, you still continued to ponder all the reasons there would be to keep you confined to your rooms like this.
You sat at the window before the door squeaked open, your mother-in-law, the Queen, stepping in, “Good morning, Princess Y/N.”
You took note of her rather glum demeanor but your frustration still got the better of you, “Good morning?” you scoffed, “I’ve been locked in my chambers for Gods know how long and that’s all you’ve got to say to me?”
“Apologies for the lack of decorum,” she sniffled a bit.
“Has something happened?”
“The King,” she stifled a bit before collecting herself, “he has passed.”
Your chest welled with sorrow at the news of your grandsire’s death, “How? When? I-I just saw him at dinner. How could this…” your voice faded as you let out soft cries, falling into a nearby chair.
The Queen rushed over to you, taking your hands in hers as she knelt beside your seat, “I’m so sorry, Princess,” she comforted you, “I loved your grandsire, more than-”
Your mind finally caught up, “Wait,” you loosened your hands from hers, “But what does that have to do with me being locked in my room? And where is Aemond?”
Alicent stood back up, “Aemond is out with Ser Criston at the moment.”
“Doing what? Where?”
“Royal duties that needed attending to in the city. He is well, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“What I’m really asking is what in Seven Hells is going on?” your tone louder than before as you sniffled, “Why are Aemond and Ser Criston gallivanting in the city?”
“Those matters are between the Prince and me.”
You rolled your eyes at her explanation, “Does my mother know about Viserys’ death? Has a raven been sent to her?” Alicent swallowed harshly at your questions, “Your Grace?”
“Princess Rhaenyra will be notified in due time-”
“Due time?! Her father is dead. She is to become Queen. My mother needs to know,” you erupted from your seat, “And what of my grandmother? The Princess Rhaenys. Where is she?”
“The Princess Rhaenys is in her chambers as well. Hopefully thinking over the offer I have given her.”
“Offer? What offer? And what of our dragons?”
“Princess Y/N,” she took your hands once again, “Your Grandsire, my husband, confessed something to me before his passing.”
“W-What?” your brow furrowed at her words.
She cleared her throat, “He said he wished for Aegon to be King.”
You ripped your hands away from her, “What? What are you talking about? King Viserys has never once swayed from having my mother as his heir. And now you’re saying that just before he died that he said he wanted my uncle to succeed him?”
“It is the truth. Believe it or not. I would not lie about-”
“He is your son, Alicent! Ever since he was born, you and your father have been trying to get him installed as heir. And now that my grandsire can no longer defend my mother’s claim, you plan to usurp the throne for him.”
“It was your grandsire’s dying wish, Princess. I am doing this to honour his memory. And I am asking for your support.”
“You are asking me to betray my own mother? My entire family. So that your son can become king.”
“They are not your entire family. You have Aemond and your baby,” she nodded towards your swollen belly, your hands instinctively wrapping around it, “If we have your support, it might help in getting Rhaenyra to bend the knee as well. That is also why we must keep your dragons.”
You shook your head, “This is treason. And I will not be used as a bargaining chip for your political schemes.”
Alicent scoffed, “What do you think your marriage to Aemond is, Princess? I only agreed to the match because it’s what Viserys wanted and because it was supposed to help bring our families back together, to amend those grievances.”
“And yet, here you are, making your plans to steal my mother’s throne. Every grievance in our family is no one’s fault but yours and your power-hungry father’s. My grandsire was a kind man with a gentle heart and you are destroying his memory. Get out.”
Alicent let out a heavy sigh, “I will leave you to ponder your decision, Princess. Ring the bell when you have your answer.”
And with that, the Queen left your chambers. You scoffed to yourself, thinking how could one person have so much nerve? And now you were a prisoner in what was supposed to be your home.
Hours seemed to pass once again as you pondered all of your thoughts. Thoughts on how to escape. Thoughts on where Aemond might be. Thoughts on how to get to your mother and family. All thoughts were interrupted as the bedroom door creaked open once again.
You looked up from the book you had been reading, “Hello, my love,” your husband smiled at you, his hair slightly tangled, looking as if he’d just been in some sort of scuffle.
“Aemond,” you rushed over to him, letting his long arms embrace you. You couldn’t help but cry softly into his chest, “Viserys, he’s-”
“Dead,” Aemond finished, “I know. I’m sorry I was not here to grieve with you.”
You pulled away, “Your mother said you were out in the capital with Ser Criston. Though she refused to tell me why. And what’s happened to you?” Your hands softly caressed his mangled hair and reddened face.
“She sent us to go find Aegon. To bring him back here for his coronation tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow morning?” you scoffed, “I have to give your mother credit. Her schemes work fast.”
“It is not a scheme, Y/N. Aegon is the rightful king, it’s his birthright.”
“Please do not tell me you’re actually supporting this usurping of my mother’s throne?”
“Rhaenyra cannot rule the Seven Kingdoms. War will ensue if she were to wear the crown.”
“And it won’t if Aegon is crowned instead?” Aemond didn’t answer, “Aegon is not fit to be king, you know that better than anyone. And my mother nor Daemon will ever bend the knee to him. Nor will my brothers, which you know.”
“They will have to or be branded traitors to the realm-”
“Your mother and her father are the traitors! So is everyone else who is complicit in Aegon’s ascension,” you argued, “King Viserys named my mother as his heir and did not waver from that for the past twenty years that Aegon’s been alive. Why would he have now?”
“Perhaps he realized the importance of tradition. And why putting Rhaenyra on the throne would be a mistake.”
“Oh, Aemond, please! Do not spout to me the importance of tradition. The King’s word is law.”
“And the laws and traditions say that the King’s firstborn son is-”
“Firstborn child,” you corrected him, “The laws and traditions say that the King’s firstborn child is the rightful heir. And that is my mother. Not Aegon. Even so, Viserys named my mother as his heir. Lords of the Realm swore oaths to her claim. Your mother and grandsire included.”
“Stale oaths, Y/N,” Aemond explained, “Those lords only did that to keep the King’s peace.”
“And whoever chooses to follow Aegon is no longer doing their duty of up-keeping that peace. The minute they put that crown onto his head is the minute they are declaring war against my mother.”
“Not if you bend the knee,” Aemond took your hands in his, “Rhaenyra will not attack the capital if her daughter is in it. Her grandchild as well.”
You snatched your hands from him, “You sound just like your mother,” you scoffed, “I am not a political pawn, Aemond. And I will not be kept hostage in my own home.”
“Y/N, that is not what I meant-”
“What else could you have meant, Aemond? I will not betray my mother nor will I allow you or your mother to paint me as a traitor for the sake of some power-hungry grudge that you all hold against mine.”
Aemond let out a harsh sigh, “Y/N, please. This isn’t just about your mother or mine. This is about us and what will happen if you do not bend the knee. We will be separated. Torn apart by a war that is not our own. Please, my love,” he took one of your hands while the other fell to your bump, “I do not want to lose you or our child.”
Your breath quivered as you met his gaze, placing your hand on his cheek, “And I do not want to lose you either.” Aemond’s demeanor eased at your words, “But I will not betray my family. I will not bend the knee to anyone but my mother.”
His jaw tensed, “You are choosing to break us apart then.”
“No, you are choosing to break us and the rest of the realm apart. I can assure nothing but destruction and loss will follow if Aegon is crowned. Aemond, you must realize this.”
“I realize that my wife does not understand the importance of up-keeping traditions and laws. Aegon is my brother, Y/N. You should not expect me to betray him.”
You scoffed, “But you expect me to betray my mother.”
“I expect you to do your duty to the Realm-”
“I am!” you shouted, “I have always done my duty to the Realm! I have always done my duty to my family. I have always done my duty to you. But what you ask is not duty. It is treason.”
Aemond just shook his head, “I am not losing you. Or our child,” he grabbed his sword from the side of the bed, strapping it to his waist once again.
“Aemond,” you grew worried, “What are you doing?”
“You do not wish to see them put the crown on Aegon’s head. That’s fine. You will stay here until the ceremony is finished.”
Aemond swung the chamber door open, you didn’t even realize what was happening fully until it shut in your face. You pounded against it as you heard the lock click.
“Aemond!” you cried, “Aemond, do not do this!”
“It is what has to be done, Y/N,” he spoke from the other side of the door, “I will not lose you.”
“Aemond, please,” your voice quivered.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, his voice barely above a whisper before clearing his throat, “I will return when the ceremony is complete.”
That was the last you heard from him followed by the fading sounds of his boots on the cobblestone. In one fell swoop, the Greens had managed to destroy one of the best parts of your life because of their constant thirst for the crown.
You lay in bed for the remainder of that night, tears staining your pillow and deep sobs erupting from your chest. Though somehow, you had managed to find some sleep. But the sounds of some sort of scuffle outside of your room woke you up.
Ser Erryk Cargyll entered the room alongside your grandmother, “What’s happening?”
Your grandmother had a cloak over her, “Y/N, we must go now.”
“With me, Princess,” Ser Erryk extended a similar cloak to you.
You quickly threw it over yourself before taking your grandmother’s hand and following behind the two of them.
“Grandmother, what’s going on? Where are we going?” you panted as you all hurried through the Red Keep. Your breath nearly ceased as you saw the hanging body of Lord Caswell in the courtyard. You don’t know what could have warranted such a thing, he’d been kind to you growing up in the castle.
“We are getting you out of this city,” Ser Erryk answered.
“What of our dragons?” Rhaenys asked, “I won’t leave Meleys.”
“And I won’t leave Seasmoke,” you cut in.
Ser Erryk gave you both looks of pity as you trudge through the crowds of people in the city. City Watchmen were ushering people every which way, all three of you getting mangled in the crowd. Though your grandmother kept a tight grip on you, Ser Erryk was pushed ahead.
Your grandmother tightened her grip on you, “Do not let go of my hand, Y/N.”
You nodded as the crowd continued to push you forward. You looked up to see where everyone was going, seeing the Dragon Pit in the distance. You exchanged a knowing smirk with your grandmother. Aegon was to be crowned in the Dragon Pit.
The two of you had finally reached the Dragon Pit, Ser Erryk still lost somewhere in the sea of people that crowded into the building. You saw your family-in-law standing on a platform in the middle along with the High Septon and Ser Criston Cole. Aemond stood stoically, Helaena looking uneasy while your mother-in-law and her father only stood pridefully.
“People of King’s Landing,” Otto Hightower spoke up, “today is the saddest of days. Our beloved king, Viserys the Peaceful, is dead.”
Murmurs spread through the crowds at the news. Alicent looking melancholy, you weren’t sure if it was genuine or not. You looked at your husband, still standing statuesque. It broke your heart to see him up there. To see him so complicit in breaking apart everything you had built together.
“But it is also the most joyous of days,” Otto continued, “for as his spirit left us, he whispered his final wish: that his firstborn son, Aegon, should succeed him.”
The satisfaction in his voice nearly made you ill. The applause that erupted from the crowd hurt you even more so. You knew not everyone was in favour of your mother becoming Queen but did it truly take so little for everyone to turn against her?
Just then the City Watch and other members of the royal guard filed into the Dragon Pit. Pushing through the crowds and creating a path from a side entryway of the Dragon Pit to the platform where the Greens stood. Trumpets were blown before the City Watch presented their swords, holding them high and forming a tunnel. Aegon stood at the end of it, your grandsire’s dagger on one hip and a sword on the other.
Aegon began to walk through the makeshift tunnel as the guards lowered their swords as he passed them. Everyone in the Dragon Pit practically held their breath as he walked through the crowd.
“They gave him Blackfyre,” your grandmother whispered over to you.
Your eyes fell to the large Valyrian steel sword that rested on your uncle’s hip as he walked, “Aegon the Conqueror’s sword.” It made you uneasy to see such a powerful weapon in the hands of an ingrate like Aegon.
“It is your good fortune and privilege to be here to witness this:” Otto started up again, “a new day for our city, a new day for our realm. A new king to lead us.”
Alicent stepped to greet Aegon with a kiss on his forehead before guiding him to the High Septon. You and your grandmother continued to watch as Otto instructed Aegon to kneel before the High Septon.
You felt your grandmother’s hand on yours, “Come, Y/N.”
“Where are we going?” you whispered as she pulled you along through the crowds. The High Septon’s words faded as you got further away from the platform.
“We are getting the dragons and we are leaving,” she answered hastily as you ran through the dark tunnels beneath the Dragon Pit.
“Wait,” you stopped dead in your tracks, your grandmother’s hand slipping through yours.
“What?” she looked over you worriedly, “What is it?”
“Aemond,” you answered softly, “I-I don’t want to leave him.”
“Y/N, you are Rhaenyra’s firstborn daughter, a challenge for the throne. Your child as well. Do you truly think the Greens will let either of you live?”
You shook your head as tears fell onto your cheeks, “Aemond would never. He-”
“It is not Aemond that you should be worried about. It is everyone else. Aegon, the Queen, Otto Hightower,” she took your hands into hers, “You and your child are no longer safe here in King’s Landing. We must get to Dragonstone. We must warn your mother and Daemon. They are all in danger.”
You knew she was right. Aemond would try to protect you. But for how long? What happens when he’s sent off as an envoy on behalf of his family? Who would protect you and your child then?
“Fine,” you nodded, “You’re right, Grandmother. We need to go now.”
She stroked your cheek, “I’m sorry this is how it has to be, sweet girl.”
Your hand fell onto hers, “As am I. But we must go.”
The two of you went off to where both dragons had been nesting. Seasmoke growled as he woke up.
“Shhh,” you purred at him. His growls turned to deep coos at the sound of your voice, “Sȳz valītsos.” Good boy.
You stroked the side of his large head, continuing to soothe him in High Valyrian. You carefully climbed up his side and onto the seat on the top of his back. You could hear the ceremony continuing.
“The crown of the Conqueror passed down through generations,” you heard Ser Criston’s voice, muffled by the cement above you, “Let the Seven bear witness: Aegon Targaryen is the heir to the Iron Throne.”
There was some sort of pause before the High Septon began to speak, “All hail His Grace, Aegon, Second of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm!”
Your face curled in disgust at all the titles having been bestowed upon Aegon. He never deserved to bear them nor had he ever shown any interest in doing so.
The bells of the city began to toll, “Aegon the King!” Ser Criston cried. The crowds of citizens erupted into cheers and applause. How could they cheer for such a lecherous man?
Your thoughts could hardly register when you heard the harsh roar of Meleys and the crumbling of the stone above you. Meleys broke through the floor, terrorizing everyone in the Dragonpit. Seasmoke crawled to the top as well, roaring deeply. Both dragons stomped through the clouds of rubble.
They both finally settled as Seasmoke growled deeply at the Greens while Meleys moved slightly closer to them. The Greens stood petrified by the fear of you and your grandmother’s dragons. Alicent pushed Ser Criston to guard Helaena while she stood protectively in front of Aegon. Aemond tried to stand bravely, staring down the dragons in a futile attempt.
You looked over to your grandmother, unable to read her face as Meleys continued to approach the Greens, “Grandmother,” you called to her, soft pleas in your eyes. She looked at you, letting out a sigh as she turned back to the Greens. Alicent closed her eyes, preparing for your grandmother to utter the word that would have ended them all.
Your eyes fell on your husband, his gaze already fixated on you, “I’m sorry,” he mouthed.
“I’m sorry,” you muttered back, biting back tears. You closed your eyes as well, trying to ready yourself to hear the cries of burning people. But your hands quickly flew to your ears as Meleys let out an ear-piercing shriek.
Your eyes blinked open, the Greens were unharmed other than looking completely terrified. Your grandmother looked over to you, giving you a slight smile before patting Meleys who turned and flew out of the Dragonpit.
You turned back one last time, looking at your husband, his face begging you to stay. But you both knew that wasn’t a possibility anymore.
“Soves,” you whispered to your dragon. He turned and quickly flew out of the Dragon Pit. You looked back to see the doors to it shutting completely.
You looked at the sky and clouds that now surrounded you. It should’ve been a joyous feeling, to have finally escaped what could have been a dire situation. But all you could think about was the look on Aemond’s face. His entire demeanor begging you to stay. And you left him all the same. You might not have betrayed your mother. But you were still a traitor in an even worse way.
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My Sweet Girl~Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem! Velaryon! reader
Pairing: Rhaenyra x velaryon wife reader
Genre: Hurt and Comfort, Romance, Smut
Warnings: 18 + only ,smut, dirty talk, mommy kink, slight queen kink
Word Count: 2.5k
Summary: You’ve been distant from your wife, Rhaenyra ever since she was crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, going back and forth from Driftmark to Kings Landing all while growing quiet at small council meetings. Rhaenyra decides to take matters into her own hands, flying you to Dragonstone with her to give of you the space you deserve while pleading with you to tell her what the issue is.
Writer’s note: This was going to be a short one shot but it got out of hand (as usual) but I hope ya’ll enjoy more Rhaenyra! There’s not enough fics of her on this site so, hope I could deliver. Please comment and tell me how I did! It would mean a lot, thank you.
The painted table of Dragonstone never ceased to astound you: Seven Kingdoms of Westeros perfectly accounted beautifully on a table, whether lit by the hyper orange plums of lava, or stark in the gloomy gray the island was known for. House Targaryen’s ancestral seat intrigued you. It wasn’t as grand as the stories you heard of old Valyria, yet it’s presence remained in it’s stony walls.
Just standing around the table Aegon the conqueror and his sister-wives cultivated radiated an ancient energy in the room, as if you could still feel them standing there, discussing their plans of overtaking Westeros.
It made you reflect of your own house, not as regarded as the Targaryens but still powerful; the Velaryon fleet was the greatest strength to the crown, something your father Corlys often raved about. Was that your strength? What made the Queen love you as much as she did to marry you and in turn caused so much chaos within the realm?
“If you wanted to stare at the painted table all day, you could have asked,” a voice said.
You hesitated. Rhaenyra’s voice was easygoing as it often was, yet you couldn’t help but feel shameful, leaving her in the dark for over a month, not confiding nor speaking with her except when it came to goodbye kisses and your occasional thoughts during council meetings. Rhaenyra was queen now. Her troubles within the realm were far more important than you, well, at least that’s what you believed until your lady wife coaxed you into going to Dragonstone with you. Syrax was always eager for rides, especially with her owner and the woman who made her rider the happiest--you. No chances of distractions on the Targaryen’s ancestral seat either: Rhaenyra’s children remained in Kings Landing and the guards you fared the journey too are outside, leaving you both alone to resolve whatever issue you had.
“My love, your mind is still in Kings Landing, maybe even at Driftmark,” Rhaenyra said. She stepped from the hallway and circled around the painted table, making it to your side. “I am here without distraction, not as Queen of the seven kingdoms but as your wife. What’s on your mind?”
Concern played at Rhaenyra’s face as she finally joined you at your side, slotting herself next to you while your eyes traced over the craved part of Dorne on the map.
“If I were ever a distraction to you or the governance of the kingdom, would you tell me?” you said. The grooves of the map felt bold in your fingers, tracing over it and your attention heavy on in instead of your wife. “If you wanted to make this marriage less restrictive, like you did with Laenor, would you?”
Rhaenyra’s hand found yours among the table, trapping the piece of Dorne thanks to both of your palms.
“You know I would, but the thought never crossed my mind,” she said. Her tone was low, yet sad, almost making you apologize then and there. “There is so restriction with you, my dear. Where is this coming from?”
Your attention remained drawn to the table. It was difficult being honest when your wife was this soft, tender and unfurled with brows up, you knew purple eyes smoldered deep to convey enough emotion to break you down. She had no clue of your emotions, it worried her to death, that was evident. Yet you couldn’t speak it. Your feelings shouldn’t get in the way; Rhaenyra was Queen, needed in Kings Landing not here trying to coax a whirlwind of insecurities out of you.
“Can you look at me, my love?” Rhaenyra said. She clasped her hand around yours, gave it a squeeze as she continued. “I need you here. Dorne is important, but not as important as what’s kept your mind occupied.”
You attempted to stray from her undivided attention on yourself; your eyes swept the map thrice over, but Rhaenyra tugged you until you were flush against her. Targaryen heat radiated from her, a feeling you knew too well.
“Please?” she whispered. She held your face, gently, finally guiding your attention on her soft, lilac eyes. “Whatever it is, I’ll stand steady and by your side as always but I need you to talk to me.”
Being fully immersed in the comfort and attention of your wife forced you to crumble instantly. Your hands slide up Rhaenyra’s body to play with the golden dragon lapels of her cloak, slightly rubbing against the curve of her breasts, something the Targaryen noticed then chuckled over.
“No distractions, remember, love?” she said. “At least until I hear your voice.”
“Fine,” you said. “Sometimes I wonder if I can offer more to you as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and as a Targaryen.”
Rhaenyra traced your cheeks with the pads of her thumb; she carefully trailed her hands down to your waist in order to hold you close.
“What do you mean, my dearest? You’ve offered so much to me,” Rhaenyra said.
“I know,” you whined. “But compared to your past loves: Harwin, and Daemon, even a different kind of love like Laenor. They were strong, powerful in a way like you, whether with a sword and shield or with dragon, they seemed most worthy of being at your side. While I--”
Rheanyra ceased the words from you, sealing them away with a kiss. A gasp bubbled its way through you before urging you to follow through to return the favor. Your wife’s arms wounded around you, tight enough to make you jump as her nails dug your skin through the fabric of your own cloak.
“I will not have any of that,” Rhaenyra whispered, nearly ghosting your lips with another kiss. “You may not have a dragon, that is true but you are still capable my sweet girl. Even still, you are of valyrian blood, dearest, I’m willing to try anything with you once Syrax lays another clutch of eggs.”
The way her lilac eyes shined showed you that she would hunt this idea to the ends of the realm for you. You didn’t want her to do that however, not for you. It felt as if you were still unworthy of her, her love or even the next clutch Syrax would or wouldn’t produce.
“Y/N,” Rhaenyra said. Her voice firm and low, mimicking how she sounded as Queen among-st her small council and subjects. “You’re still so far away. Do you not believe me?”
You tried to answer, words stuck again as if Rhaenyra kissed you once more but she remained motionless; the silence grew astronomical, granting you permission to actually take in the beauty of your wife. Her silver hair radiated a bit darker in the low, shallow atmosphere of Dragonstone, akin to ash--poetic for that of a Targaryen. Your eyes traced the outline of her face, deep cheekbones and--
“Well, are you going to answer or are you going to keep staring,” she said. Your wife spoke slow, deliberate and cocky with an arched brow up to her ashen locks. “It’s OK if you don’t want to tell me, I’d always like to show you. What do you think?”
There it was. The implication that hung between you both throughout the air of distant you’ve created. It’s been awhile since you’ve both been honest with each other, let alone get carried away by your intimacies. You wanted Rhaenya, always did. But did she truly want you as she did prior to her change in position. Would Queen Rhaenyra still love you as much as she did? Before the suitors and lords claiming to be a true husband for her.
“I need words, something, anything,” Rhaenyra grumbled. She tipped your head up with her fingers, forcing you to look her directly in the eye. “Did someone put these ridiculous notions in your mind? Who was it? I’ll have them fed to Syrax.”
Rhaenyra’s words stirred you. Instead of words, actions took over instead, you kissed Rhaenyra. Your wife kissed back immediately as her hands flew to cup your face, yours traveled to the dragon lapels of her cloak, sloppily unclasping them all. The cloak dropped to the smoky stone floor. In it’s place was a double breasted coat embellished with dragon-like scales; yours fingers moved to open that as well while your mouth continued to move against Rhaenyra’s.
“W-Wait, Y/N,” Rhaenyra whispered against your lips prior to pulling back. You froze at her voice, a bit jarred yet she laid a soft hand against your cheek for reassurance. “D-Don’t fret, I-I want you too. So bad, but I-I need you to be honest with me.”
There she was again. The Rhaenyra you loved, fell in love with: the tenderness that exuded from her that you enjoyed just as much as the fierceness that every Targaryen embodied. (That part you couldn’t help but be drawn too, her threatening to feed some to Syrax literally almost made you fuck her then and there.)
“I-I was clouded of those notions on my own,” you said, finally reclaiming your voice. “Some many lords and a few ladies claimed to be such a better match for you after you were crowned. It did make me feel inadequate. Just some Queen consort, lowly daughter of an overtly proud lord and not enough for Rhaenyra Targaryen. It’s a foolish thought yes, but it’s kept me up nights.”
Rhaenyra nodded through each and every word, lilac eyes never leaving you.
“My sweet girl, I-I’ve been foolish not to notice more than I did,” she whispered. “Tell me what to do. What should I do to fix this? Whatever you want.”
Whatever you wanted was simple enough. You answered before your mind could take over yet again.
“I want you, Rhaenyra,” you said. You rested your hands on her chest, caressing the dragon lapels that adorned her coat. “I-I need you. Make me forget these ridiculous notions. I want us to forget all of the time that’s been lost because of me.”
“And that also means you undressing me, yeah?” Rhaenyra said. She giggled before leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, jaw, then to the corner of your lips. “Can I undress you too? I need to make sure you understand that I love every. Inch. Of. You.”
With every word Rhaenyra pressed kisses down your neck. Her hands traveled too, squeezing your sides and then to your ass, doing the same, producing a moan from you.
“Rhaenyra, yes, I-I just need you. Right now.”
Rhaenyra kissed you again, harder and more sure than she did before. Her hands moved expertly against you to remove your own cloak; your wife didn’t care much for the fabric of your nightgown, ripping it just enough to expose your chest.
“I’m sorry, my love, there are plenty more gowns. I just need to feel you now,” she growled. “Come here.”
Your wife lifted you up, placing you on the painted table. Breath almost left you. The gesture forced your chest to flare, legs to squirm as they closed.
“Mmmh, no, no, my love,” Rhaenyra purred. She slotted hands between your legs. “Let me feel that, let get between. You must know by now that being between your legs is one of my favorite places to be.”
You scoffed as you allowed the Targaryen access.
“Does that even beat being on the back of Syrax? Ah!”
You arched up into Rhaenyra’s lips as they attacked your neck, growing rougher, teeth scrapping against your pulse point.
“Dearest, I love Syrax, but you? And these gorgeous legs?” Rhaenyra paused to groan and pressed against your center, pushing a knee there while gripping the middle of your right leg tight. “And this succulent cunt, I couldn’t trade it for a life time of dragon flying, my girl.”
The slight press of her knee sent a current to your pussy--a jerk of your hips amused Rhaenyra; she pressed a kiss on the underside jaw and slowly, agonizingly, lifted her knee from where you needed her most.
“N-Nyra,” you moaned. “P-Please.”
“Aww, baby, I hear you,” Rhaenyra cooed. “I need to take care of you, of this don’t I?”
Her fingers found the silt of your pussy, sliding a digit carefully there to gauge your reaction: a hiss passed through your opened mouth instantly. Rhaenyra kissed you once your mouth opened, tongues clashed in a mess of passion and heat that was produced from the both of you. Your yanked your wife closer, quickly unclasping and removing her coat, then nearly ripping her own dress.
You palmed her breast through the thin fabric; the queen gasped, catching her breath quick after with a giggle.
“Shit, look at them perking up just for you,” she said. “Lets just go on and free them, yeah?”
You nodded swiftly, eagerly and waiting with wet lips and a wetter pussy.
Rhaenyra bite her lip as she pulled down the top of her dress revealing her stunning body aligned with the stretch marks you often kissed and her wonderful breasts. Your hands cupped them both once they popped up. Shame burned your chest, yet soon withered while you tweaked at your wife’s nipples, along with the melodic sounds that poured from her.
“Gods, and I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” she groaned, fingers lost in your long, silver hair.
“Yes, but is it OK if I indulge a little, your grace?” you whispered, dipping your mouth down to her neck, chest, then ghosting across her left breast. Rhaenyra jolted. you didn’t know if it was from your matter of royal title or the sensation of your lips. “Do you like it when I call you, your grace?”
Rhaenyra pulled gently at your hair, nodding.
“Yes, but I think you can do better than that, yeah?” she suggested. “Try again, my love.”
Heat swelled through you yet again, however it wasn’t just lust and the Targaryen’s passion that consumed you; real shame bottled within you at that moment. The pet name you called Rhaenyra nearly fortnights ago slipped from your mouth when you were under her during a night of love making.
Rhaenyra caught your sheepishness with a tiny smile then brought your lips back to hers.
“Don’t be shy, it’s only me,” she whispered against your lips. “I love it when you call me that. Besides, it’ll get me close while I get you off and touch this amazing cunt of yours.”
With each word Rhaenyra’s fingers inched closer and closer; her hand slipped inside your underwear, touching then curling at your center.
“Nyra, shit! M-mommy!” you moaned.
Rhaenyra grinned, nipped your neck once, then twice while her fingers started a smooth rhythm. Heat built up, bubbling in your chest all the while your pussy stretched around Rhaenyra’s fingers--your walls squeezed her to perfection--forcing you to throw your head back and rock your hips to meet her movements.
“G-Gods, so tight and warm, all for mommy,” she purred, pressing a kiss to your ear. “Do you like it when I’m so deep like this? Mmmh, why were you so worried? You and this pussy are the only things I think about.”
You could only nod, clutching onto her arms, riding out the feeling only Rhaenyra could give you.
“No, dearest, I need you to say it,” Rhaenyra said. “Tell me. Tell me who’s pussy, who’s beauty makes the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms this mad? Who she loves plunging her fingers into? Hmm?”
Her fingers curled at the perfect spot; your back arched and eyes rolled at the excellent contact.
“N-Nyra! Fuck! I-It’s me! It’s my beauty! My pussy! G-Gods! Right there I-I’m close.”
Rhaenyra pressed her forehead to yours, lilac eyes bore to your own while her speed increased.
“Yeah? Then come for me. Come for your Queen. Come for me!” she all but growled.
The room grew hazy, adding to the already dull atmosphere of Dragonstone; the painted table below you rocked with your movements while the slick sounds and your moans stuffed the space.
You came soon after. Rhaenyra rewarded you with a deep kiss in order to soothe pulling her fingers from you.
“I got you,” she whispered. She took you down from the table as you held onto her with wobbly legs. “How do you feel, my love?”
“Better, so much better, thank you,” you said. “I-I loved how rough, yet tender you were.”
This seemed to boost the Queen’s ego to the skies of the Eyrie.
“Well, there will be more in store for you, sweet girl. Now let me get you away from this table and somewhere comfortable,” Rhaenyra suggested as she led you away from the painted table.
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𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕤' 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 (+ 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕖𝕟𝕒) (pt 1)
this concept is stuck in my brain so...
your were always in the shadow of your twin, jacaerys. he was born only ten minutes before you, but in doing so had outshined you for a lifetime.
while your grandfather might have bent the law further for you if you had been born first, he wouldn't do so for the rest of the realm - and being a girl, the birth of your immediately younger brother meant you wouldn't inherit driftmark, either.
that's not to say that you didn't love your brothers - they were your closest friends, especially after your mother had moved your family to dragonstone.
you missed your aunt helaena, however. at only two years your elder, she was more like a cousin or a sister to you, and as the only other girl you two had idled away long hours with tedious septas together.
for the first few months you wrote faithfully to eachother, but after the disaster at your aunt laena's funeral, an irrevocable schism has opened between factions of your family.
from that day, two more years would pass before you saw her again.
when helaena was thirteen, she came to dragonstone to claim a dragon. it was a cold and diplomatic trip which the king was too ill to attend and the queen had flatly refused to consider, and so the hand of the king escorted her along with a platoon of guards.
you were eleven years old, clasping hands with your twin on the windy shores of dragonstone as the princess' boat came ashore. all of you, even joffrey were ill at ease during this first meeting of factions in years. but, when the princess pulled back the hood of her cloak and stepped onto the beach, you found your heart hammering for an entirely different reason.
helaena had grown taller and more beautiful since you last saw her, though she seemed completely unaware of it as she anxiously took in her surroundings. she had all the beauty of the targaryen line in her, and the beginnings of what would make her a regal looking woman one day. and yet, she was softer in her features and appearance than the rest of your family in a way that was completely disarming.
though the feel of her visit was detatched and lacked the warmth of a family reunion, you found every excuse to seek her out over the duration of it. at first she was wary of you, no doubt because of your brothers and stepsisters and the role they had played in her brother's injury. after a few days though, she warmed and you slipped into a rapport like that before you had left for the island castle.
when it came time to venture up the dragonmont in search of a dragon, you begged and pleaded your mother to allow you to come with the princess - after all, your egg had never hatched and you lacked a dragon as well - and after exhausting the crown princess she relented.
on the dragonmont with a mixture of red keep guards and those loyal to rhaenyra, you and helaena camped on the mount for days, venturing to a different part of the mountain each day in search of dragons. at night, you shared a tent and kept eachother awake giggling and telling stories.
on the sixth day on the dragonmont, you met with the dragons dreamfyre and silverwing, who had belonged to two queens and sisters before you. after the pair of you successfully mounted the dragons and took to the skies, you returned to the beach of dragonstone with a renewed fire inside of each of you.
the night you returned to dragonstone's castle, a feast was held to jointly celebrate two dragons being claimed. you and helaena danced joyfully as the musicians played, and eventually you fell back to let your twin take your place. it was then you felt the first twist of jealousy in your stomach as jace made her laugh.
you snuck into the chamber helaena was staying in that night to recreate the little would you had when sharing a tent. that night, she had said to you before falling asleep, "you and i shall be bonded forever. dragon-bonded," she had said dreamily, then added, "soul-sworn."
before you could ask what she had meant by that, she was asleep.
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the reader velaryon is the second wife of Viserys, he treats her well because even when he was married to Aemma he liked the reader
I imagine the reader (Baelon, Aegon, Healena, Aemond, Daeron) is his mother. Rhaenyra is also his biological daughter or was never born. Because I don't want it to be a war. If you want a version where Rhaenyra is her daughter, feel free to write.
Viserys had never had a love marriage to Aemma. This marriage was a duty. He had never mistreated her. They had become good friends. But that didn't stop her heart from wanting you. Y/N Velaryon was the King's first love. Viserys clung to her dreams every time Aemma had a failed pregnancy and was unable to give her an heir. She thought that her precious love could produce healthy pregnancies and healthy heirs. Queen Aemma did not manage to survive her last birth. Soon Viserys was to be married. Seizing this opportunity, she marries the reader. Viserys supports the reader with every pregnancy. He loves all children and treats them equally. Their love has managed to remain a subject in history books even after centuries. It gives a lot of gifts to the reader. He always tries to please his queen. He is overprotective of his wife and children.
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Thinking about Sea Dragon meeting Rhea Royce for the first time.
After you married Daemon you force him to take you to the Valley to give gifts to Rhea and apologize to her for marrying her husband and make the entire kingdom now talk about the three of you. You are surprised when you see her.
Y/n: You are beautiful
Daemon/Rhea: what?
Y/n: Rhea, you are beautiful! *hits Daemon* You said you'd rather be with a sheep than her. What's wrong with you? You're blind?
Daemon's karma is watching you and Rhea team up to irritate him. Besides hearing you refer to Rhea as "our wife"... At least you only do it when the two of you are alone.
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Speak now (Alicent Hightower x Reader)
Summary: Alicent is not too sure of how she feels about you. Or about the fact you just proposed to run away. But she is sure about how she feels about the wedding.
Warnings: Canon typical angst. Mature language. Violence. Screaming at Viserys.
Requested: Yes! Enemies to lovers + Alicent. Not answered in the original ask because it contained two requests.
Alicent stayed kneeling before the statue of The Mother. She paid no mind as Rhaenyra and you exited the Sept. The two of you were little more than a pair of heathens, in her eyes. Neither took seriously the worship of the Seven, believing in your foreign gods.
Not her, though. She knew her duties.
“Forgive me Mother, for I have sinned by pride in my abundant evil iniquitous and heinous thoughts.”
And Alicent had. One would say, being the daughter of the Lord Hand himself and a close companion to the Princess, she was the most envied maiden in all the Kingdoms. Men praised her beauty, she was often called the prettiest girl at court.
But as of late, Alicent had started to experience what most girls her age experienced when looking at her. And it was all because of you.
A daughter of Corlys Velaryon, your arrival at court had come at the prompting of the King himself. He was looking to remarry, and who was better suited to the task than the eldest daughter of one of the last houses of Old Valyria?
Everyone praised your grace and intelligence. You were nowhere nearly as beautiful as Alicent was, or so her father said. But you had the striking coloring of the Velaryons, and knew more languages than she could count. Light as a feather on your feet, dexterous as a hawk on your dragon, there was no way Alicent could compete.
Rhaenyra had eyed you with distrust, then. She hated the idea of you sweeping in and taking her mother's place. Alicent, though, had been secretly relieved. Her father's plot had been trumped.
The King had asked to take a walk in the gardens with you, one morning. You had gone, nearly shoved towards it by your father. Whatever it happened during that walk, you had both come back changed. The King, deathly pale, and you, triumphant with a grin like the sharpest steel.
Your father had been angry, but had not dared to pull you from court. No, because whatever you had done to deter Viserys had cemented you as Rhaenyra's most trusted companion.
Alicent had started to envy you, then. What was it about you that made you so fearless? Why could you say no to a man like Viserys? Her father said you had ruined your chance, but to Alicent, you had not. Instead, you had done the brave thing and fought for your freedom. And not only that. You had won.
She wished she could be a little more like you. Women never won, in her experience. Not Rhaenyra, not her. Not even her mother, not even the late Queen Aemma. What made you so special? Whatever it was, she wanted it.
Rhaenyra just loved you. She praised you constantly, and asked you to go everywhere with her. Even, where Alicent couldn't follow. You had a dragon. An awful, ill-mannered beast that had the foulest temper. Just like her owner. Rhaenyra and you spent the mornings flying and playing chase, while Alicent remained forgotten on the ground.
Every time you entered a room, Alicent's blood boiled. She felt as if she was on fire from how much the thoughts consumed her. She hated you. She hated you. She hated you because she wanted so badly to be you.
With no one to divert King's Viserys' attention, Alicent found herself cornered. Her father said it was a good thing, that the King realized he didn't need a spirited wife. You were a wild, willful maiden, with teeth as sharp as the ones on your dragon. Were you made Queen, you would have bled Westeros dry. Alicent was much better suited to the task, meek and subservient as women should be.
But if she was all those things, as her father said, why did she feel such rage? By the Seven, when you were near, Alicent wanted to scratch your face to shreds.
Envy. It was envy and it was a sin. She often tried to remind herself of that, when she saw you parading around the Red Keep, surrounded by Rhaenyra and a round of age appropriate suitors.
It didn't work to calm her heart.
“Are you still in here?” Your voice brings her out of her contemplation. You stand at the entrance of the Sept, a quirky little smile on your face. "It's been quite a while.”
Alicent looks at the candle she had lit, when the three of you had come to the Sept earlier this morning. It's burned almost completely, only the smallest piece of wick and wax remaining. She has stayed here for hours and barely noticed. That strong of a hold you had over her thoughts.
“Evidently.” Alicent answers, tone harsh. Your face drops slightly.
“I didn't mean to disturb you. Rhaenyra is looking for you, that's all.” You are not even that pretty. Alicent is much more comely. Your features always glimmer with a hint of intellegence that's just not proper for a lady of your station.
“I'll go when I am ready.”
You leave her alone with her thoughts and the sparks of the fire. If you were a better person, perhaps you would have stayed. But you are not, so you run off as always, chasing whatever inane pleasures you are always up to.
Not even a week passes before that awful announcement. No one tells her. She finds the same as anyone else. Rhaenyra's look of betrayal is etched into her memory.
She isn't quite sure of what to feel. Alicent knows this is a great thing, she will turn into the most powerful woman in the realm. Nothing could bring her house more honor, there is no greater achievement of her duty.
At the same time, she is terrified. King Viserys is not the kind of man she ever dreamed of marrying. Alicent had hoped for a groom closer to her age. The fact that he is Rhaenyra's father makes her skin crawl with disgust.
When she had thought of marriage, she had always envisioned it as being like what her parents had. Alicent remembers the times when her mother was alive, how her father had tended to her, how much he had mourned her. That was true love, she had thought. True love a thousand times. A love so powerful her father never remarried, never even looked at another woman.
But while Viserys was old enough to be her father, he was not half the man Otto Hightower was. Instead of remaining in proper mourning, he had started making arrangements immediately to marry another.
Even your sister, tiny Laena Velaryon, had been considered. Alicent had found out because of the hell you had raised, when she was sent on her own walk with the King. You had screamed at your father until you went hoarse, and received a hearty slap as a reward. Not even that had stopped you from looming menacingly at the entrance of the Red Keep, watching them with hawk's eyes. Viserys had decided he would not marry her either.
What was it about you? Gods, Alicent knew she should be the happiest maid in Westeros. Her father's plots to secure a future for her had been well rewarded, she was about to do her duty in the most spectacular manner. No longer would her father have to fear for her like yours did. The most important man, the one blessed by the Gods themselves to rule Westeros, had chosen her. Yet, Alicent still envied you.
It made no sense. You could not be in a worse position. You were spinning out of control, or so everyone said. First, it had been the rejection of the King's advances, then the screaming match with your father. There was a certain strength in your rebelliousness, though. You braved the rumors with your head held high, strolling through the halls of the Red Keep as if you owned the place.
Rhaenyra was never far from you now, either. That, too, she envied. Before your appearance, they had been thick as thieves. Suddenly, she was all about you, and none about Alicent. This marriage proposal had been perceived as the ultimate betrayal, and she didn't seem to believe Alicent when she had tried telling her she had not known.
You tried to go on with your normal routine regardless. Every time you got the chance, you tried reuniting Rhaenyra and Alicent in one room. You must get a lot of enjoyment out of seeing Rhaenyra yell at her because once more, you had organized for the three of you to have tea. It was not going well. Or it was going very well for you. Alicent could not tell.
“You could have refused him.” Rhaenyra slammed her hand against the table. Unperturbed, you stared between the two of them.
Alicent felt the urge to scream and scream and never stop. This was terribly unreasonable. But instead, what came out of her mouth was…
“He is the King!”
“He is my father!” And with that last shriek, Rhaenyra was out of the parlor.
“He never asked.” Alicent growled, slamming her own hand on the table. She couldn't afford to scream, less the guards hear. But she surely felt like it.
You sprawled back on your seat, an amused expression taking over your face. Alicent wanted to slap the smug look off your face.
“He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.”
“He asked you?” Alicent's head turns. Of course he would. You were so important, after all. So freaking perfect. So learned and special. Oh, how she wanted to grab you by all that pretty hair and tug.
“I said no. And I said I would rather die than marry him, for he was as old as my father and a bad man, who would sacrifice his wife as if she were a breeding bitch…” It is as if once the words start tumbling out of your mouth, you can't stop them, blurting them without a care. There is a strange look in your eyes. “And then I said I would feed his limp dick to my dragon if he ever tried to force me, and raze his fucking Kingdom to the ground.”
Fear. You are scared, Alicent marvels. Scared of Viserys. Just as she is. Your words are feverish, you seem to be drowning in them. Like you need to scream, and scream and never stop.
“And his guards didn't say anything?” She says, still in disbelief at your words.
“Oh, I said it all in High Valyrian.” It's not even funny, but it cracks both of you up. Alicent realizes, startled, that perhaps you are not so bad after all.
A few days pass before you come to her again. This time, you are wearing riding attire, sweat making your hair flatten against your skull. You are so much like Rhaenyra in that instant that Alicent's heart stutters.
“I have been thinking about your problem.” You say, perching next to her in what surely you believe to be extreme daintiness. You are also the sort to think her dragon a baby, so it's not like it's unprecedented.
“Excuse me?” Alicent frowns. She wasn't aware she had a problem, much less that you were intent on fixing it. She had thought her hatred reciprocated. But was it? Suddenly, all of your interactions are in a new light. All of your snide little comments, all of your interruptions. You had never been trying to argue, you had been trying to befriend her.
“Run away with me.” You whisper, grabbing her hands. “Don't marry him.”
Alicent stumbles back. What you are suggesting could be considered treason. Perhaps you did hate her after all.
“Why should I trust you? You might be plotting my ruin.”
“I might. Or I might be saving you from the worst mistake of your life.”
She only thinks back to your proposal on the day of her wedding. Alicent spends the days leading up to it in a state of such nerves she can barely think of anything beyond how doomed she is. Your words don't register as an actual possibility.
Alicent's father says she is the most gorgeous bride he has ever seen. He says she looks just like her mother did on her wedding day, that he is making him proud. And she clings to that. But it's not until she is entering the Sept and sees you on the front row, clapping, that she breaks.
You stand in a blue gown, clapping almost aggressively. Her eyes search for yours, as she is about to say her vows.
You stare back. You arch an eyebrow.
“I am…. I can't do this.” Alicent drops her cloak, gathers her skirts, and runs. She passes you and grabs you by the arm, forcing you to run too. You catch up quickly.
The guests stare. King Viserys opens and closes his mouth.
“What..?”
“Alicent!” Her father screams. “Come back here, you foolish child!”
“Good for you!” She can almost make out Rhaenyra's voice, from the crowd. It only pushes her to run faster, harder.
“Hurry, before they recover!” You scream, pulling her even more.
The two of you share your first kiss hours later, with no one but the endless ocean and your dragon as witnesses.
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part 4
pairing: Aemond targaryen x velaryon! (strong!) reader
summary: Aemond has loved and secretly claimed you for himself since the day you were born. losing his eye changed him, but maybe it did not affect his feelings for you as much as he thought it had
warnings: english is not my first language, angst, fluff, shy reader, unclexniece, possesive aemond, everybody adores reader in this
wordcount: 902
let me know what you think!! reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback are highly appreciated <33
You couldn’t help it. It had been this way ever since you were a child. Maybe even before that, maybe it was fated by the old gods. You tried so hard to forget about the warm feeling that memories still brought up in you when you thought about the past.
You could hear him giggling, a sound that now was lost forever. He would never be seven again, never sound like that again or look at you the way he used to. He had been your best friend, nothing else, and you wished so hard for it to become that way again.
The light of the almost complete full moon shone through the high window in your bedroom. It had always been your room, nobody dared to change a thing, even though the beautiful chamber had been empty for too long. It didn’t smell familiar anymore, you had realized and so had Aemond, for the hundredth time, while standing in the doorway. You did have a bad habit of not closing the door when you wished for some privacy, always feeling safe and respected in both your homes, but now it seemed like the dumbest thing you had ever done.
In his life he had visited your room more often than you did yourself, he would never say it or tell you, but it was more his than yours at this point. But than again that’s what you felt a lot throughout your life. Being more his than your own.
He stood there for a few minutes, not saying a word, not breathing too loud.
You looked pretty when you cried. Your eyes tinged red and your cheeks stained wet. The color of your lips more prominent because of the swelling. He felt captivated by the sight, but he knew that it was his fault you had shed painful tears. He cleared his throat, clenching his hands behind his back. A small gasp escaped you while your hand flew to your chest, touching the skin above your heart.
“Princess.”, he greeted- you didn´t answer. Your eyes fixed on him like a prey prepared to get his throat torn out, until they changed to the eyes of a dragon, ready for her own meal.
“Did you come here to violate me again?”’
His eyes widened. He certainly didn´t expect you to confront him so straight forward and he never wanted you to believe he had wanted to hurt you. “I…”, “or did you come to make fun of my hair?”
He shook his head. “No. It wasn´t my intention to…”, “Are you certain about that?”
He shook his head again, white hair falling out of place. “If it wasn´t you intention than why did you say it? Why couldn´t you hold back when it wasn´t your intention?”
You turned away, trying to hide the tears that were most likely to fall. “I never meant to hurt you, please believe me. I -I lost control of my temper- I didn´t mean to.”
He wasn´t apologizing, you both knew that. He had grown up to a man with great self control, he didn´t even know why he had not excluded you from the speech he presented. He wished he would have been controlled enough to ignore the little smirks Lucerys threw at him and instead could have talked to you in a normal way, maybe charmed you a little.
But he had not been able to control his brewing rage, that’s why he now stood in front of a woman he himself felt he had never met before. She had never looked at him like this. Full of hate and pain. It made her look different, but changed nothing about the feelings he kept for her. She was his, and he knew no matter what happened in the future, no matter how she looked at him, his love would always be reserved for her.
You heard his footsteps retrieve from your room, so you hastily ran to the door and slammed it shut – louder than you had intended to.
He had never made you feel like this. He had almost begged you to allow him to touch your hair a few years ago, because he liked it being so different than his. Curly, dark and unruly, not as silky and light as you would have liked for it to be.
It made you doubt. Doubt yourself, although you knew that it was useless. You could not change your appearance you had told yourself, you couldn´t change his view of you, just like you couldn´t change the image of him in your head – no matter how hard you tried or how hard he seemed to try to break it.
When the sun rose again the next morning, and the maids came to prepare you for the day, raking their gentle hands through your hair, you could not stop your wandering thoughts again. The circles under your eyes showed your clear lack of sleep, and everybody would be able to see them. But you weren´t sure anymore if you were good enough to stay in the red keep, if you were strong enough to handle the ongoing feud between your family members.
This had been your home, until it hadn´t. This people were your home, until they weren´t anymore and maybe you were the only one who believed that things here hadn´t changed, just because you didn´t.
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The Dragon Dance
Summary: What if Rhaenyra had another child? What if Rhaenyra had a daughter with white hair and purple eyes? What if she was betrothed to Aemond as an alliance with Greens?
You are the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, unlike your brothers you have white hair and purple eyes. You are the twin sister of Jacaerys. You were close with Aemond when you were kids, you two attached to the hip. Ten years later after your family left to Dragonstone, your family reunites with the Greens. You see a familiar face, Aemond Targaryen. Even though it's been years since you last saw him, let's just say you are not the same little girl you were once before.
Warnings: The reader and Jacaerys are aged up, they would be eighteen. Uncle/niece insect. 18+ smut(eventually). Language. Mentions of assault(mainly from Aegon). Violence. And possible other warnings that I can’t think of. There is a happy ending.
Part 01
Saphira
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The Dragon Dance Part 02:
“Say it.” Daemon whispered, daring Vaemond to say the word that everyone knows what he wants to say.
“Her children are bastards!!!” Vaemond yelled. Jace looked like he wanted to punch him, Luce looked surprised, and you looked down and closed your eyes when Vaemond said the word bastards. Trying not to look hurt, it stung a little being called that. “And she and your granddaughter are whores.” Vaemond continued.
You looked up at Vaemond, glaring at him while holding your dagger Daemon gaved to you on your birthday for protection. You are used to gossip, rumors, and being called every name in the book. However the line is crossed when Vaemond calls your mother a whore. The reason why Vaemond isn’t on the floor with his throat sliced open, is because Rhaenyra had her arm in front of you; stopping you, knowing what you would have done but also comforting you as well.
“I will have your tongue for that.” You hear your grandfather hissed the threat to Vaemond.
All of sudden you see your father slicing Vaemond’s head, only leaving his tongue intact. Your eyes widened, but not surprised Daemon did that. He was always protective over you and your mother. “He can keep his tongue.” Daemon replied.
“Disarm him!!” You hear Otto Hightower yell.
“No need.” Daemon said.
After all the commotion, you see your grandfather being carried to his chambers. It pains your heart to see him like that, to see him slowly dying and in pain. Everyone started to leave the throne room, you decided to spend time with Saphria. You need her comfort right now, she always makes you feel better when you are having a bad day. You walk down to the dragon pit and spot Saphira, you start petting her and putting your forehead against her head. You decided to take her outside to stretch her legs and wings. You sit against a rock while Saphira sat next to you. You start petting her while reading a book Jace got you. Jace knows you love reading, you love learning new things, reading about myths and legends, basically anything that's on paper.
“Of all places to hide, you choose this place?” You turned and saw your uncle Aemond walking up to you.
You chuckle a little “what do I owe the pleasure of you being here dear uncle?” You asked.
“Nah-ah. I asked first.” Aemond replied with his signature smirk, while sitting next to you.
You sighed, closing your book and putting down next to you, “I just needed some fresh air, and I like being near my dragon. She gives me comfort.” You explained.
“I understand that, that was some commotion in there.” Aemond responded.
You nodded your head sadly, turning your head to Saphira, petting her. Sensing that you are in distress, she gets closer to you, trying to comfort you. Aemond looks at you, knowing that you are slightly upset, he reaches for your open hand, and holds it. Aemond is not really good at comforting others, but with you he is willing to try.
“I came to see if you were okay.” He said softly to you. That wasn’t new to you, when you two were younger he always spoke softly to you and held your hand when you were upset. In a strange way it kind of comforted you.
You turn your head to Aemond giving him a small shrug, “nothing that I haven’t heard before, believe it or not Prince Aemond, I’ve heard worse things.”
Aemond gives you a look, not liking what others have said about you. He wasn’t going to lie, if Daemon didn’t do anything to Vaemond, he certainly would have. He decided to drop the subject, knowing you don’t want to talk about it anymore. “I have a question for you dear Y/N.”
You quirk your eyebrow in confusion. “Okay? What’s the question uncle?” You asked.
“Why were you holding back earlier at the training grounds?” Aemond asked boldly, smirking a little bit.
You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at your uncle's question, you were a little surprised but at the same time you weren’t. Besides your parents and your brothers, Aemond was the only few people that can read you like a book. Not a lot of people can tell what you are thinking or feeling half of the time, but Aemond was always spot on on what’s going on beneath the surface.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean uncle.” You gave Aemond a small smile, kind of toying with him.
Aemond chuckled a little, shaking his head smirking a bit. He had a feeling you would respond something like that. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about dear niece. It might have been ten years, but I know you. I can tell. I will say that was some show you put on.”
You smiled more, Aemond read through you as always. “Let’s just say I didn’t see the point in showing my full potential when it was only training.” You answered. “Besides.” You continued. “I don’t want people to know my full skill, unless it is completely necessary.”
“Smart.” Aemond replied. “I will admit, you are an amazing swordsman. Better than anyone I trained with.” He complimented.
“Thank you uncle, I appreciate the compliment. You’re also talented with a sword.” You said to him.
“That means a lot coming from you Y/N.” Aemond said genuinely. “Shall we head back before they send a search party for us?” He asked.
You smiled and nodded your head in agreement. With that gesture Aemond offers you a hand, and helps you stand up. You pick up the book next to you and the both of you walk to the dragonpit so Saphira can rest. You and Aemond start walking back to the castle and to your chambers. You noticed Aemond never let go of your hand as you two walked to your chambers. You two were in front of your door, before he let go of your hand; he brought your knuckles to his lips kissing them. You couldn’t help but to feel butterflies in your stomach.
“Thank you for walking me to my room, Aemond.” You thanked him with a smile.
“The pleasure is mine. I’ll see you at dinner.” He bows a little, and doesn’t leave until you get into your room and close the door. When the door closes, he starts walking to his own chambers. Aemond couldn’t help but smile a bit, he always loved you even before he knew what love was. He knew that he wanted you, he wanted you to be his wife. He couldn’t help but feel this possessiveness over you. Aemond is smart, he wants to win you over by wooing you. He wants you to love him too, but not by force oh no. Aemond wants you to fall in love with him by your own free will. He wants you to make your own choice, he doesn't want you to feel forced by anything. He prays to the Gods old and new that you do choose him, that you feel the same way he does for you.
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Could I request Rhaenyra x Velaryon!reader in a kinda soulmate au where their dragons become a mated pair, which is a sign from the (Valyrian) gods that their riders are meant to be together, and Nyra and reader’s bonds with their dragons end up transferring to include each other, so they can feel each other’s emotions and pain, just like with their dragons, and it draws them together? Maybe some smut?
Hand in hand, wing by wing
Heyy sorry this is late lol. I’ve had no motivation. Anyway you didnt specify gender so i did it as GN as i could but reader wears a dress one time. Hope you like it!
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Word of your dragons’ mating was brought to you no longer than a day ago. Some guards spotted Aegarax - your grown dragon soaring the skies alongside Syrax.
Your family has recently journeyed to King’s Landing. Your mother - the king’s cousin has offered your hand to the king and you had been proposed the match by the king himself in the royal gardens. You were not delighted with this revelation yet still performed as a flawless heir to Driftmark should.
Now it was days later and the proposal seemed to have been forgotten. Thankfully. These days you spent most of your time with the crown princess Rhaenyra. You had always been suitable for each other. Since you were just babes you played and shared toys. Sometimes even beds after playdates.
“Ehm ehm.” Your thoughts were interrupted by none other.
“Princess Rhaenyra.” You bowed your head in mock respect.
In turn she rolled her eyes and linked her arm around your elbow.
“Did you hear it?” She inquired cheerfully. “Our dragons are rumored to be mated.” She raised her eyebrows with mischief evident on her face.
“Really? I had no idea.” You pretended to not know. Playing with her emotions was far too much fun. The princess could never hide her true feelings. She frowned and then lit up.
“No matter, now you know.” You continued walking the halls of the red keep. Initially you were headed for the kitchens in hopes of stealing a lemon cake or two. But the princess was headed elsewhere, which meant you would follow her.
“Let us go for a ride no?” She smiled and quickened her pace. Once outside calling for a carriage.
You both stared out of the windows of the carriage looking at the common folk and whispering gossip about the royal court men and women. You never laughed with anyone as much as you did with the princess.
The carriage stopped as you arrived at the Dragonpit. You took the princess’s hand as you climbed out of the carriage and headed for your dragons. They were readied for flight in no time.
Your dragon was much bigger than Rhaenyra’s easily being able to carry up to three riders. But you had to admit that Syrax carried a queenly attitude. The two dragons snuggled their noses and sniffed around each other. Rhaenyra laughed at them and then directed her gaze to you. You smirked at the heart shaped piece of armor on Syrax’s chest and took to flight.
The weight of the wings cut through the stuffy air and soon you were above the city soaring torwards the clouds. Your white hair whipped in the currents of air. Soon Rhaenyra emerged beside you.
“Isn’t this far better?” She yelled so you could hear her.
“Undeniably princess!” You loved being free like this. Unchained, soaring far away from the problems of the little men beneath you.
Suddenly Rhaenyra led Syrax closer to you and bumped her wing across Aegarax’s.
“Hey!” You startled. “What was that for?”
“Because you didn’t tell me my father proposed a wedlock between you two!”
You sighed as you stared across her face, studying her expression. Was she angry? Or maybe she was hurt you didn’t tell her?
“I didn’t want to burden you with something that might not even happen! He hasn’t spoken to me since.”
“You still could’ve told me. Anyway I do not think this marriage agreeable. You two are not fit for each other! I would be a much better match don’t you think? “Her grin was now as wide as her face and you could not help laughing.
She watched as your laughter died out. Then she asked again. “Don’t you think so?”
You stared at her in confusion. Then you thought about it. It was true that an heir to Driftmark and the crown Princess of the realm would make a strong political match. But somehow you didn’t think this was entirely out of political reasons.
You’ve avoided your own feelings for the princess for too long to know what they were. Always blaming it on being young. But what were your feelings on this matter?
“I believe we would make a strong match Rhae!” You grinned at her. She looked regal and beautiful yet disheveled with her blonde hair pulled into a loose braid.
And you could never forget how she smiled that day.
Weeks later the king announced that he sould wed Alicent the hand’s daughter. And a rock fell from your chest.
Rhaenyra took this news dreadfully. She avoided Alicent and her father. Now you were her only ally in the world.
You became more intrigued by your Aegarax’s relationship with Syrax. He circled around her at most times and they were reported to rarely be seen apart. When attempted to separate the two would turn agressive and protective.
You yourself have started experiencing certain sudden changes in mood. These changes felt hazy like a dream. Like they were not your own.
You shook these thought off and focused.
You were adorned by a blue gown. Today was the official dinner to celebrate the proposal of the king. Your parents were a bit offended and kept muttering about their child being far more beautiful and wiser than Alicent. You just threw them sharp looks.
As you were headed to the royal hall for the banquet you noticed Rhaenyra standing in the shadows of the hall.
“What are you doing?” She just looked at you, grabbed your hand and started leading you the other way far from the royal hall.
“Come with me. I don’t want to spend tonight with those hypocrites.”
“Alright fine, you could’ve just asked me no need to sweep me away.”
She shot you a look and continued leading you to her chambers. Once inside she finally relaxed and locked the door.
She walked towards the balcony. And stood silently watching the city candle lights being lit one by one as the sun set over the horizon.
“Rhae?” You whispered.
“How could he do this?” She sniffled. “And then expect me to celebrate him?”
You walked closer and put your hands on her shoulders, placing your head upon one.
“People are strange. Your father needs a supportive wife. Or he will fail. Maybe he sees that in Alicent. I’m sorry either way but this doesn’t have to mean an end of your friendship.”
You spun her around to face you.
Her eyes glimmered with tears daring not to spill over. Then she spoke.
“You know what the people whisper?”
“I don’t concern myself with the opinions of sheep.” You smiled. “Neither should you.”
“In old Valyria it was believed that when two dragons mate, their riders are destined to each other. Syrax has laid eggs.” She stared into your eyes unwavering.
Your breath was stuck in your throat. Did she mean you and her were…?
Your faces closed in closer and closer. You could feel her breath on you lips as your eyes closed slowly. First she kissed the corner of your mouth. Then your left cheek.
Your hands snaked around her waist hugging her tightly. Her kisses trailed all over your face and neck. You could bear it no more. You grabbed her face and kissed her lips. Stumbling you pushed her onto the stone wall on the balcony.
A light breeze flowed through your clothes. She had worn a simple light dress and her body was now shivering with lust.
You took her with you onto the ground and kissed every inch of her. She flipped both of you and started running her hands around your body. Caressing the curves and sharp edges.
Her hands worked on your clothes. Until your top half was bare to her. And the you unclothed her. Both of you couldn’t speak. You were too lost in this little world of yours’. Harsh breaths echoed from the walls.
She pinched your nipples between your teeth and you gasped in fresh air. Your throat was dry and you loved her so much.
You loved her.
Like the wind. Like the sea. You loved her like a huriccane and you would not let her go.
So you told her. “I love you my princess.”
She sighed contently as your fingers reached her opening. All those years of longing and silent loving gushed out.
“I love you too.” She smiled feverishly. Her face was red and contrasted again her pale hair.
She took your hands and joined them with hers.
“The Gods have blessed us. Let us not waste time.” Then she leaned down and caught your lips once more.
#rhaenyra x reader#house of the dragon#oneshot#rhaenyra targaryen#fluff#smut#rhaenyra smut#velaryon reader
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velaryon reader looks like a dreamer like helaena, she is in her own world and everyone in driftmark is used to it. She goes out to collect shells every morning on the coast, she likes to paint with watercolors (which her father and uncle bring her, some are given to her by Aemond, Aegon and Didan in secret), she takes rides on her dragon, sings and delights everyone. . although her family gives her the finest silks and the brightest jewelry she definitely sees her wearing pastel colors and simple dresses (RHAENYS COMBS HER HAIR EVERY DAY).
alicent tried to get reader to be helaena's lady-in-waiting but all the velaryons refused as it would mean reader going to the red keep, rhaenyra constantly sends her red and black dresses, jewelry and loves spending time with her (not so secretly competes with alicent)
alicent and rhaenyras competition over reader's favor is a wellknown fact. everyone knows about it, everyone but reader.
reader lives inside her own world, she had dresses in every color but she greatly favors blue dresses because they remind her of the ocean, her secondary home. reader dresses in all sorts of blue shades as she picks stones and a variety of shells that she found on the shore.
her dragondreaming is different from helaenas, reader doesn't give prophecies but they way she says things to others makes it seem like she already knows. and she does, she knows all sorts of things before they happen.
she sits by the shore and paints all sorts of things. most of her painting hang on the walls in driftmark, alicent and rhaenyra have their own paintings (which they basically begged reader to make for them) and even helaena has her own painting (a gift from reader)
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