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a-casual-kpopfan · 6 months

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It's a Date. - Karina

Shoutout to @capslocked for the little beta read. <3

I'm starting to get back into the writing groove, dropping small fics here and there. This was fairly short and sweet, I hope you all enjoy as usual. :)

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You were one of the hosts to take Aespa around New York while they’re on tour; today was an off day and you were with the group and their managers going out to several shopping districts and trying desserts throughout the day.

“Oppa, how come you’re not looking around for things?” Little Winter walking along next to you like a puppy, if a puppy can carry like 5 shopping bags with their paws.

“I live in the city Winter; this is my lifestyle.” You look around the shopping centre, it’s bustling and hustling as NYC would be normally. “Oh, come on oppa, there’s got to be something for you to do too, what about a girlfriend?” You had to think about it, it’s been a while since you were out with someone, let alone had a long-term relationship. “Ah, the last time I dated someone was back in college.” You gave a little smile to Winter as the two of you walked just behind the main group of members and managers.

Karina who’s walking along the main group takes a glance behind, seeing you and Winter laughing through your conversation. She excuses herself from the main group and slows down to the pace of you and Winter. “Ahh, what’s so funny?” Karina may be one of the most visually appealing idols and one of the most captivating people to ever walk this planet. But her looks don’t define who she is; Karina is actually a walking toddler.

Her cheeks are puffed up and lips in a pout. “Winter here is calling me a fossil, calling me old because I haven’t dated since college!” You were playing along with the act, acting a little whiny and childish which was alright, you’ve been with the girls a couple days already, they’re really playful and outgoing which is something you really appreciate seeing in Korean idols compared to a lot of Western stars you’ve hosted around every once in awhile.

Winter laughs uncontrollably on your left side, and is holding onto your arm, Karina is happy to see that there’s someone to trust outside of their group. “How old are you then oppa?” Karina tilts her head like a puppy, it really seems like Aespa as a group is a bunch of little puppies. “I’m 26 years old.” Winter pretends to be super shocked, exaggerating a dropped jaw. “Oh, my goodness, you’re a grandpa!”

“Yah, I’m only 3 years older than Karina.” Trying to defend yourself from Winter, but on the other side Karina is laughing at Winter’s reaction. “Oh, you’re not that old oppa, I just see the little white hairs appearing on your head.” Karina jokes around but catches you off guard making your jaw genuinely drop. “Ms. Karina!” Your jaw stays open but with a smile, you are putting your hand over your heart as if you got shot, but what really shot you is Karina’s smile and laughter.

Your walk through the mall was fun, it was all smooth going until…

“Oppa! Let’s go get you some clothes!” Giselle, the most fluent in English, pulls you into a local clothing shop. “Giselle!” The idol continued pulling your arm, you really didn’t have a choice. “Please, just call me Aeri.” With a reassuring smile that it’s okay to be on a first name basis at this point. “I feel like we’ll know each other a lot more after today.” Aeri with an excited smile, confuses you but you just go with the vibe.

“Oo, you'd be good with this… And this… We should try this too…” Aeri is picking out several pieces of clothing, going through different kinds of pants, looking at the blazers and some tops. “Giselle.” Aeri looks at you with a glare. “Aeri…” The glare changed to a smile, relieving you of possible stress. “Oppa, just try these on, okay?” Dumping a small pile of clothes into your arms, all you could do is sigh and accept it.

You went through multiple variations of outfits from all the clothes that Aeri has chosen for you. After spending about a half hour trying on clothes, there was a set that both you and Aeri found fond of. “Wah, oppa! You look so handsome!” You were wearing a short sleeve dark blue blazer, though worn open and on the inside, a nice grey, almost a salt & pepper style t-shirt, a black jean, complemented with a very dark brown leather shoe. “Wow, I have to hand it to you; you have great style Aeri.”

“Perks of being an idol~” You look through the mirror and watch Aeri pose with a V sign, making you laugh.

“That decides it, let’s go buy them!” You shook your head and looked at Aeri through the mirror. “I may be making decent money but buying all this is too expensive for me.” Your little shopping companion comes up to the mirror and looks you in the eye. “Oppa, who said you were going to pay?” And out of her pocket is her credit card from the company. “Yah, wouldn’t they be mad if you bought something not for you with this card?”

“This is the least that I can do being such a great host for us the last couple days.” You turn around to see a sincere smile and it doesn’t seem like she would take ‘No’ as an answer. “Okay, you win this round.” Aeri clapping her hands and you shrug in defeat as you make yourself to a change room with your original clothing.

Aeri kept to her word, now you’re walking along with Ningning and holding quite a lot of clothing. “Are you having fun with us, oppa?” It’s almost like each member is having their turn with you throughout the day. “Sure, I am Ningning, I get to spend time with very famous idols.” Ningning wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “What do you really like to do for fun?” You were confused as to why the idols are being really personal with you lately.

“Hmm, I’m originally from South Korea, but after moving here I really grew into North American culture. Watching basketball games, going out for bar food like wings and burgers with friends late at night. I do enjoy playing billiards, I’m always open to trying new activities.” Ningning now seems to be happy with that answer. “It seems that you’re very active.” You and Ningning kept the conversation going with each other, more and more you’re finding out the girls like to drink and eat a lot in the dorm, yet they seem so fit for the amount of food they consume and more Ningning is finding out your habits here in New York.

Once finding a restaurant to have a late lunch, you and the group were seated but you offered to sit separately as you would like to give the girls and managers their privacy.

“Nonsense! You’re sitting with us!” Karina was not happy with your suggestion. “You’re a part of us and you’re sitting with us.” The leader was standing firm, and wouldn't budge for anything. “Because you’re trying to bail on us, I’m making you sit next to me to keep an eye on you.” Karina poking your chest with her finger, you were given no choice. You couldn’t help but smile about it and shrugged. “Good, let’s go.” Karina grabbed your hand and dragged you in.

You were led to a large table fitting for 8 near the back of the restaurant, not completely private but obscure enough to eat comfortably. Karina sat on a bench with Winter and a manager beside her, one seat was left, and you were going to offer it to Ningning or Giselle, but you watch them already sit on the other side of the table with their other managers. “Nope, with me oppa.” Karina was sitting down, looking up to you with a smile.

“I really can’t get away from you, can I?” You finally gave up and sat down to the group’s leader. “Looks like someone has a liking for him.” Winter nudges Karina, shortly getting a slap to the leg to deny the teasing. “Yah…” You couldn’t hear the little whispers, you tried to ignore everything so the members can have a sense of comfortability and privacy, but then Karina can easily notice that you’re feeling uncomfortable.

“Hey… It’s okay.” Karina lays her palm on top of your hand and pats it. “Just be yourself, that’s all I ask for.” Her head is on a tilt, her smile, sincere. You nod your head and try your best to follow Karina’s asking. She’s always tried to make sure that her members were comfortable, that her manager was okay, but you being an outsider only have been with them for a short amount of time, Karina had always made sure that everyone was alright, she’s a great leader.

Lunch went smoothly, you and the managers had some good laughs, the members were having a good time, but alas all things must come to an end. The shopping is done, lunch is over, now you’re walking the girls and managers back to the hotel.

You bid your farewells, but Karina comes running back to you before you have the chance to leave the premises. “Oppa, I have a favour to ask you.” Karina's demeanour is off, hands behind her back, one foot balance on her toes, her eyes facing the ground, avoiding your gaze. “What is it, Karina?” You were curious, it’s not everyday you have a beautiful woman in front of you acting like a fool.

“I... Uh… Have this friend who’s coming to the city later tonight… I was hoping you could tour her around, like you did with us?”

“Oh… What could I have hoped for?”

“Sure, what time should I meet her?” You accepted without an issue, you wanted to be a good guy, you just spent a few days with the group and why should you decline? It’s not like you have a date to attend to.

“Yay! Thank you oppa, here’s her number, meet her here at 8pm!” Karina hands you a paper with an unusual phone number, not an area code you’re familiar with but you took in anyways. “Thank you oppa.” Karina bowed in respect before running back inside the hotel.

You would be a little disappointed, but this is a favour.

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You make it back to the hotel at the time Karina told you to be there by, you texted the phone number that you arrived in the front. Good thing Aeri took you to go shopping for new clothes, you must dress up a little for the New York nightlife.

You: Hey, I’m in front of the lobby.

Unknown: I’ll be right there!

That reply came quickly, you were on a look out for someone outside the hotel, but the results would surprise you.

“Good evening oppa.”

You spin around to Karina, a different outfit from this afternoon. Instead of a white sweater and a long skirt, the Aespa leader is changed into a thin back long sleeve, mesh-like material being near fully see-through, a black bandeau underneath, complimenting her large bust and curves, paired with blue jeans and to finish with black boots.

“K-Karina?!”

Shocked to see the leader alone, no supervision, not even anyone watching from the entrance. “I hope you don’t mind me taking off my extensions, I felt like the short hair for our date.” Karina plays with her hair then smiles at you, she has somewhat of a gummy smile.

“Wait, I’m sorry, our date?” You were extremely caught off guard, Karina? Aespa’s leader? A kpop idol? A date? With you? “You could have better options than this old man.” The idol slowly walked towards you, grabbing your hand with both of hers, it’s now you really took the time to see, Karina has baby hands. “Why not? You treated us well, made sure we were comfortable, this is the least I could do… And I want to get to know you more.”

“But I live here, you need to go back to South Korea soon.” The idol was only giggling, she probably has already thought about it, otherwise you wouldn’t think she would go through the trouble of setting up a date with you. “We can cross that bridge when we get to it. There is a lot of tour guides in South Korea that would like a bilingual tour guide.”

With Karina’s amazing smile looking at you the way it is, how could you deny her?

“Okay Karina.”

“Please, my name is Yu Jimin.”

You smile and chuckle.

“Okay Jimin, what would you like to do tonight?”

She pulled away one hand, but still held yours with one. “Hmmm…” Her facial expression turned to a pout, playfully laying a finger on her chin, exaggerating the fact she’s thinking. “How about we go to a bar, get some wings and maybe watch a basketball game if there’s any?” Your jaw was left open, how could she have known?

“Ningning?”

“Mhmm.” With a cute nod.

How would you survive spending the night with Kar- Jimin?

The two of you walked off in a direction where you heard was a good restaurant that had some of the best wings and flavours, Jimin couldn’t let go of your hand, she was basically latched on your arm at this point.

“Oppa, are the New York Knicks any good?”

“Oh man… Don’t get me started…”

#karina #yu jimin #aespa #kpop fic #male reader #aespa fic #idol x reader

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4m1rz · 6 months

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Wild Halloween

Aespa Giselle X Male Reader

Tags: Alley sex, public(-ish) sex, clothed sex, creampie

P/S 1: Special thanks to @torotauri21 and @russett-pots for helping me proofreading this

Ah yes, it's Halloween. The season where all kids wear costumes while getting candies around the neighbourhood. It's also the season when most places throw parties where the participants attend the party while wearing any costumes that they prefer.

Things appear similarly with Kwangya University as the university dean announced the university's annual Halloween party on Halloween night. Everyone in the university is very excited to join the party, except for Ong Sungho.

Ong Sungho is the nerdiest and quietest student in Kwangya University. Still, he did have some friends in the university, but only who's in his circle of friendship. One thing that everyone knows about him is that he DESPISES parties. He hates the ambience of the party and he is too shy to interact with other people who aren't very close to him. Even if his friends ask him to join, he persistently says that he won't come to the party.

However, this time, he has no choice but to come to this year's Halloween party. The reason is, his girlfriend persuades him to go and she also teasingly threatens him that if he doesn't go to the party, he won't get any affection from her. Until now, he remembers the threat that his girlfriend gives to him even though it's just a teasing threat.

Surprisingly, this quiet boy is able to get a girlfriend despite being shy to interact with anyone who isn't close with him. What is even more surprising is that his girlfriend is the most popular girl in the university, Aeri Uchinaga or commonly known around the university as Giselle.

Well, how exactly is this quiet nerd boy able to get the most popular girl in the university as his girlfriend? It turns out that both of them are actually childhood friends that are able to study at the same educational faculty till university. He and Giselle would be considered inseparable because they would do anything together.

Well technically, she's the one who is always close with him. She even joked to him that if he still didn't have a girlfriend, she would offer herself to become his girlfriend. Who knows that her joking comes to reality when they both become a couple for real.

However, compared to Sungho, Giselle is very out going which means she makes friends very easily. Plus, she is adored by the boys and girls in the university due to her beauty. It's a shock for everyone to know the news of her dating with the quietest, nerdiest student in the university.

Back to the recent timeline, Ong Sungho is walking with his close friends, Renjun and Jeno, towards the university hall where the Halloween party is being held. Sungho is wearing a Joker costume that is based from a game that he's been playing which is Mortal Kombat 11. His other two friends both respectively wear a costume of Goku(Renjun) and Barney(Jeno).

"Man, I can't believe that girlfriend of yours is able to force you to attend this year's Halloween party." His friend, Jeno, teases you. "Well, he has to because he wouldn't get cuddles from her if he didn't attend." His other friend, Renjun, adds up. The two of them then continue to tease him more while he is only able to roll his eyes because he didn't want to argue more.

"By the way, didn't you hate Joker? Why do you have to wear this costume then?" Jeno asks. "I don't know, she asked me to wear it. She says that she wants us to do a couples costume." Sungho sighs after answering that. "Oh, I guess she's dressed as Harley Quinn then." Renjun states which makes Sungho to just lift up his shoulders indicating he is clueless.

Soon, the three of them arrive at the university hall. When they enter the hall, they see other students with their respective costumes doing their own stuff. Some of them are eating the foods that are available at the party while some are just talking with their friends.

Still, Sungho didn't notice his girlfriend amongst the crowd. Therefore, he follows his two friends to get something to eat and drink. After a few hours, he starts to feel bored and left out in the party. He also wonders why his girlfriend isn't at the party yet. Little does he know that his girlfriend is preparing a surprise entrance during the dance session later on.

At around 10 PM, the peak of the party arrives, which is the dancing session. Everyone starts to dance to the music that is played throughout this session. Even Sungho is dancing with his friends in that moment. But to be honest, he is only dancing because his friends forced him to. Also, he doesn't want to feel left out which makes him want to dance. Nevertheless, he is lowkey enjoying it.

All of a sudden, the music changes into sexy vibes. With the music changing, 4 girls enter the hall. It turns out to be the 4 queens of Kwangya University which consists of Karina, Winter, Ningning and the one who is always in Sungho's mind, Giselle. All 4 of them have similar types of outfits based on DC female characters, Karina as Catwoman, Ningning as Supergirl, Winter as Wonder Woman and Giselle, like Renjun told him earlier, wears as Harley Quinn.

With the sexy vibe continuing, the first thing that Giselle does is go to her boyfriend once she sees him. "Hey babe, you look so handsome in your outfit." Giselle chimes. Sungho can only smile and thank her. "Well, you look stunning, my baddie jagi." He says, which causes Giselle to chuckle a little.

They then both start to dance to the rhythm of the music. It all went well until a few minutes later, Sungho realized that his girlfriend started grinding her ass on his crotch. At that time, he realized that she was trying to make him aroused. She then spins, facing him and whispers. "I know that you're kinda bored at the moment, and also aroused hehe~. I could even feel your boner. Well, I am feeling aroused as well, so let's ditch this party and go to your place, shall we?~"

Without letting him reply, Giselle pulls Sungho towards the hall door and leaves the party. Since his place is not far from the university, they decide to just walk until they reach there. In fact, they have been doing this every single time since the first day of their university years. However, without him knowing, she had a very naughty idea in her mind.

As they both walk past a dark alley, Giselle suddenly pulls Sungho towards the dark alley area. "Y-Yah jagi, why are you pulling me here into this alley? My place is very close, and you know that." He tries to argue.

She giggles before answering him. "Hehe~. I started to feel horny after we left the party." She then turns around, facing the wall of the dark alley and continues to persuade her boyfriend while shaking her ass. "Besides, didn't you tell me that you wanna try to have public sex with me? Now's the chance for you to make it a reality."

After his girlfriend said that to him, Sungho has the courage to do what Giselle's planning. He then gets closer to his girlfriend's ass while quietly fishing out his dick out of his pants and boxers. He then pulls up his girlfriend's skirt, seeing there's no panties before rubbing his length at her slit.

"Seems like my naughty baddie jagi is prepared for this. Here I go…" He teases her before inserting his dick into her in one go. Giselle yelps a little before releasing an inaudible moan, mouth gaping once she feels the penetration. "Mmm, j-jagi. S-So good!!!"

The thrusting of Sungho's dick goes faster and deeper into Giselle's pussy, as both of them, especially Giselle, show more of her skin. Her boobs are freely dangling, which he takes the opportunity to grope them. As soon as he starts to grope her boobs, she whimpers as her body feels so sensitive due to the fucking.

"D-Don't stop, babe… I'm a-about to c-c-cum-m.~~" Giselle chimes which then Sungho goes near to her ear to whisper to her. "T-Then do it, cum!!" With that, she cums hard, lets a long, yet a moderate moan due to still being in public. They both rest a couple of minutes before Sungho flips her girlfriend, facing him. "Just so you know jagi, I haven't cum yet." He said before starting thrusting back his dick into her pussy.

“J-Jagi, I-I’m still sensitive. Stop, please!!” She tries to stop him from fucking her but unfortunately, her attempts are futile. “Do you r-really want me to stop though? Your pussy suggests otherwise, c-clamping my dick tightly.” He chimes, which makes her want to protest but she can’t. And with that, he continues to fuck his girlfriend with no effort at all.

“I still can’t believe you pull me to this dark alley just to fuck when we both know that my house is close.” He says, teasing her girlfriend. Giselle couldn't do anything other than whining and whimpering, as she's still getting her pussy pounded by her boyfriend.

"Luckily, there's no one walking in this area. If not, they'll see how slutty you look now, jagi. Also, it seems like you're the one who's more excited to have sex in public instead of me." Sungho continues his teasing. Despite her moaning, she is able to respond. "It's b-because I want to satisfy you, b-babe. You have s-said about it for too many times which makes me even aroused just thinking about doing it for real."

Another few more minutes have passed and Sungho starts to feel his dick throbbing inside his girlfriend's pussy. This also alerts Giselle that he's about to cum. "Go on then, babe. Cum deep inside me. I'm still safe, remember?" She states.

With 3 more powerful thrusts, he pushes his dick deep inside her pussy before blasting his saved up cum into her. With his orgasm, it also triggers her second orgasm for the night. It takes around 10 minutes for them to relax after their joint orgasms. He then pulls his dick out from her pussy and sees some of their combined juices leaking out from her.

"Wow, that was amazing… I'm glad that I could fulfil your kink, babe." Giselle chimes, which makes him snicker a little. And with that, they both fix their clothes back on before resuming their way to their actual destination.

P/S: After almost a year, my second fic is done... Man, this really blows my mind to complete it just to complete this fic. Anyways, hope you guys like it

#aespa giselle #aespa smut #giselle smut #kpop smut

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melrosing · 8 months

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one thing that doesn’t really translate from the page with asoiaf is how differently the Targaryens must have styled themselves compared to Westerosi fashions, and I do really like the idea of the Targs arriving in Westeros with a kind of Byzantine style w intricate patterns and asymmetric design. but also kind of like the idea of that style fading with each generation, so by the time of the Dance their fashions are more an allusion to it. then maybe Aegon III reduces it a little more in his preference for monochromatic dress. maybe there are Targs who try to wear their heritage like Jaehaerys II, but between kings like Maekar and Aegon V there’s a steady adoption of the more typical Westerosi fashions till one day nobody really remembers what Targaryen fashion looked like, and Aerys II is creeping around in some musty approximation of the robes he sees in the tapestries that he insists on but only look like an eccentricity to his family and the nobles around him

#asoiaf #I think Dany is v practical about her styles so I don’t imagine her trying to reinforce targ aesthetic when #she’s home #but aerys I can totally imagine commissioning robes that are very expensive and intricate but are costumes more than anything

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knightsickness · 6 months

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ok lol sorry I just sent you something about jaime but I also just realized (this has probably been said before but whatever) but jaime thinking he was a man when he was knighted but actually became a man when he bloodied the white cloak is so displaying the bloody sheet after the bedding coded. I will be forcibly feminizing the kg from now on sorry

‘the kg vows are metaphorical wedding vows’ has been around for a sec jaime kneeling as a boy and rising as a man the blood is the seal of our devotion etc. symbolic menstruation and loss of virginity (not to torture the euphemism of arthur dayne’s bloody sword) also teen jaime inducted without fully understanding into the institution of knighthood and vows to aerys comparable to child bride lyanna inducted into the institution of marriage (probably) and vows to rhaegar. vows of fealty and chastity overall series themes about oathkeeping apply to knighthood and marriage. girlhood and violence jaime gender politics

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #jaime lannister

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 year

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The Most Impossible Battle

Pairing: Young Robert Baratheon x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: soft dubcon, NSFW, gradual consent, rough sex

Words: 3020

Summary: Robert hated all Targaryens. Wise words from those close to him though make Robert Baratheon give in to the idea of taking (y/n) Targaryen as his bride.

By the Gods Robert, have mercy on the girl.” Ned pleaded but was immediately shut up by Robert’s roaring voice.

“Mercy?! MERCY?! Did that Targaryen whore’s brother show your sister mercy when he raped her?!! The Targaryen don’t deserve mercy Ned!” Young and callous, Robert Baratheon’s beautiful blue eyes were now tainted with his fury and anger. He stood a few inches higher above the his Stark brother. Even with that fact, Ned refused to stand down on the matter.

With a stone face, he goes on “Her brother is to blame. She has done nothing wrong.”

That made Robert scoff. “Except let the others escape. She’s fully aware of her family’s guilt. Have you so quickly forgotten what her father had done to your brother and father? The whole family is taint and should be eradicated.”

Yes, young (y/n) Targaryen had made sure her younger siblings were well out of harms way. At the moment she had been captured she had sent her younger brother Viserys and newborn sister Daenerys away on a cargo ship. To where, she refused to say. Brave, Ned admired that much about the girl. In that moment he was reminded so much of Lyanna. Brave, beautiful and stubborn.

Ned couldn’t let Robert execute her. He didn’t want anymore blood shed thanks to this stupid war.

He gives Jon Arryn a sideways glance, asking for his help. Jon Arryn, Lord of the Vale, purses his lips together for a moment. “Think rationally Robert.” The older man did always have a way in reining him in. Both men viewed him as a surrogate father and in that aspect resonated a great deal of respect. “Even though there were a great deal of people who hated Aerys, there an even greater many who loved Rhaegar and (y/n). Those supporters are already upset at the death of Rhaegar, as deserving as it was. But (y/n)? She’s but a sweet maid who has done nothing. Those families might do something hasty if you were to execute her.”

“Then I’ll kill them. I’m king now and if a see someone that isn’t obedient I can surely have them executed. The whole lot of those Targaryen loving scum.” Spitting he stomps over to a large window to look over his new dominion of King’s Landing. Hands splayed on the windowsill he glares out over the city.

“Be reasonable Robert.” Jon tries again. “That will just earn you more resentment from the people you now govern. Otherwise you’d be just like Aerys.”

That made Robert’s broad shoulders go rigid. The last thing he wanted was to be compared to the Targaryen king. No, he didn’t want to be anything like Aerys. “Then what do you suggest I do with the girl?”

The room was quiet for a moment, as if Jon was afraid to even say the solution. One encouraging look from Ned gave him the strength he needed. “Marry her.”

Ned gaped at the Arryn lord, he hadn’t been expecting that as a solution.

Robert spun on his heel, dark mane of hair flying as he did so. “Marry her? Have you lost your mind?!”

“Not as much as you have.” Jon speaks truthfully, staring down the young man who used to be his ward. “Think about it Robert. If you marry her, then those who still support the Targaryens will have no choice but to support you. She’s well loved among the people. That would give you good reception, having her as your bride.”

Gritting his teeth, his blue eyes narrow. “No. Never. I will never marry her. It would be a disgrace upon the memory of Lyanna. Lyanna was who I was supposed to marry. And now because of that Targaryen bastard, she’s dead.”

“What’s done is done Robert. You cannot turn back time. But you can attempt to move on.” He tries to sound a little sympathetic. Robert had been deeply in love with Lyanna, but even Jon Arryn knew that his love only ran so deep. It hadn’t stopped Robert from sleeping with dozens of other women.

Sighing, Ned places a hand on Robert’s shoulder. “He’s right. You’re king now. You must do things that you don’t necessarily want to do. Keeping the peace by marrying her… It needs to be done Robert. There is still unrest all throughout Westeros. Her father and brother may have been bastards, but she was beloved by all the realms. It would do you good.”

“Damn you Ned. Damn you and your sensible words.”

Were they okay? You hoped Viserys didn’t lose his temper with the newborn Daenerys.

Your fingers made circles in the dirt that you called your bed.

They should be safely out in the open water. People would have a hard time finding that ship.

Fear and worry and the echo of Viserys pleading with you to go with them. But there wasn’t any time. Not for you at least. You had to delay Robert’s soldiers. That was the only way that the ship would be able to leave the port in time. Daenerys’ shrill cries still haunted you as you stared at the walls of your cell. You never thought in a million years that you would wind up there, in the dungeons of your ancestors.

You didn’t know what would be worse, you rotting away in the dungeon or Robert Baratheon having you executed. You understood why all this had happened, you weren’t that much of a naive girl. True you had been sheltered most of your life, you knew how the world worked. Your brother had been a fool. It was his fault for stealing the Stark girl although you didn’t believe one bit that he had raped her. That was not in Rhaegar’s nature. Neither was war. Now you were paying for the price of it. You knew that if the soldiers had caught Viserys he would have been as good as dead. He posed a threat to the usurper as now being the next in line for the Iron Throne. The last male heir of Aerys. What would your fate be?

You hadn’t anticipated marriage being an option.

Guards had dragged you out of your cell, filthy and stumbling as your eyes tried to adjust to the bright light that suddenly blinded you. You were lead to the reception hall that was once filled with the skulls of your family’s dragons. There in the back, commanding authority was the Iron Throne. On it now sat an imposing Robert Baratheon. It was an odd sight for you, seeing a man that wasn’t your insane father on the throne. One that lacked the Targaryen violet eyes and snow white hair. Robert’s thick hair clashed against your own; violently dark opposed to your gentle silver tresses. He looked every part of king, much more than your father did. During the last few years, Aerys’ body had begun to deteriorate greatly as his body thinned and became frail. Not Robert. His body was taught with muscle, ready to strike. His thick beard betrayed his young age, making him look so much more older than you knew he was. The new King of Westeros.

You had thought you were there to hear your death sentence. What came out of the stag king’s mouth nearly made you lose balance.

“I will take you as my queen. You have no say in the matter and will act accordingly unless you want to meet the same fate as your brother and father.” Stating with no compassion in his heart, rich blue eyes glare at you. “It seems fitting since he took my bride away.”

Opening your mouth you realize you didn’t know what to say. Surely you could oppose but what would that do to help you? From his voice it was clear that the last thing he wanted to do was marry you. The feeling was very much mutual. Even though your brother had been an idiot and had been in the wrong, you still hated Robert for killing him. You realized you might want death rather than this. To have to bed the man that killed Rhaegar… It made you sick. Rhaegar was an idiot, but he was your idiot. Dozens of memories resurfaced that nearly had you weeping.

“I… I am to be your bride?” The words were laced with venom. “A usurper’s queen?”

If he hadn’t been perched on the throne you knew he would’ve slapped you. Instead you noticed the subtle whitening of his knuckles as he gripped at the throne. “Watch your tongue, whore. You should be grateful that I don’t crush your skull in with my hammer.”

Dragon fire flushed your face. “I would rather you do that than subject me than your disease ridden cock.”

There was a collective gasp in the hall. A beloved princess you were, but that didn’t mean you let people step over you. You were blood of the dragon after all.

“Your grace,” broke in a voice next to you. A solemn looking man took to your side. The sigil of a direwolf displayed proudly on his vest. “Please, I know this must be difficult for you but it is the best course of action for you to take. You’ll still have your life and your people.”

“And what of my respect? My dignity? I lose all that to the Baratheon usurper.”

In a more hushed tone, the young Stark lord bends a bit to whisper in your ear. “I promise to you, if you go through with this I’ll make sure your siblings remain safe. To the old Gods and the new, I swear that they won’t be harmed.”

You soften. The Starks kept good to their word, everyone knew that. How could you say no when it ensured the safety of your siblings?

“Okay… Okay.”

By the Gods she was beautiful. Disgustingly beautiful with her Targaryen traits. Robert hated it. Hated her and her entire family. But he couldn’t deny her beauty. Especially when she stood there in front of him, her Targaryen cloak around her shoulders about to be replaced by the Baratheon yellow and black. She looked every bit a queen should. Full pouting lips, dark eyelashes that kissed at her cheeks when she fluttered her eyelids. The trail of her neck that led down to a prominent collar bone (probably from having been denied food for days).

It should have been Lyanna there in her place. Jon Arryn was right in one thing though, he couldn’t go back. He couldn’t dream of mending the past. Nothing would bring Lyanna back to him. Robert would take Rhaegar’s sister as retribution; watch the fallen prince turn in his grave as he married her.

Robert couldn’t deny his immense attraction to her though. More so now that she stood in front of them in their wedding chambers. The Bedding Ceremony was about to commence. Violet eyes hold onto blue as she stands her ground.

“Turn around.” He growls out. “I don’t want to look at your face.”

“The feeling’s mutual.” She hisses back and turns around. Her silver hair had been done so meticulously in luscious braids and curls that even Robert couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and grabbing her hair. Catching himself, he gives it a good yank making her suck in breath at the pain. His other hand goes to the laces on the back of her dress, easily ripping them to reveal her flawless, bare, back. Such beautiful skin. Robert’s fingers glide along her back before tearing off the rest of her dress so that it pooled around her feet. (y/n) continues to stand tall with her back straight. Grabbing the back of her neck, Robert bends her over the bed so that her face was pressed into the mattress; her small hands curled tightly into the silken bedsheets. Preparing for whatever Robert had planned for her. Surely she must know what he would do. Treat her as harshly as Rhaegar must have treated Lyanna. His thick thigh pushes her legs apart and Robert nearly sighs at the sight. The sight of her exposed and bent over was enough for him to salivate over. What a beautiful cunt she had. Possibly the most beautiful he had seen. He wanted to run his tongue along her slit and taste her.

(y/n) struggled slightly to move her face into a better position for her to breathe. As she did so she unconsciously wiggled her ass, an ass that begged for a smack.

That’s just what he did. Reeling his hand back and smacking her ass. “Stay still.” A vivid red handprint starts to bloom on her rear. His large hand grabs her pussy and with his fingers spreads her lower lips apart in preparation for his cock. He was a little bit too excited to fuck her. He shouldn’t have felt the thrill of it rush through him. In the end he was just as weak as any other man. As much as he wanted to be rough, he also wanted to enjoy it. Ever so slowly he pushes his cock inside of her inch by inch. Each slow movement of him entering her made (y/n) tremble and dare he say, even moan a little bit. Finally he was completely sheathed inside of her. Robert let his head roll back, eyes closing at the sublime feeling of her wonderful cunt. It was unlike anything else he had felt before. And he had fucked many maidens. Many virgins as well. None had felt quite so good though. His pace was slow at first, enjoying each contraction her cunt made as he slid his cock in and out. Using his hands, he tilted her hips up even more and hitting the right place, (y/n) lets out a shaky moan. It made him pick up the pace and pound into her. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her ass as he went balls deep into her was maddening.

“Fuck.” His deep voice groans out. He wanted to see her face. Wanted to see her tits as he fucked her senselessly. With such ease he flips her onto her back. (y/n)’s face was incredibly red now that she faced him. She was trying to glare at him but once Robert slid back into her, her eyes rolled back into her head. Crying out as he rammed into her over and over again, so much so that it made her tits bounce. Robert wraps his fingers around her slender neck putting the slightest pressure; tightening his grip little by little.

Fuck

FUCK

It was becoming hard to breathe but that was the least of your worries. The sight of Robert, his barrel chest and taught abs fucking you was too much to bear. Hard lines of his muscles twitching as he tightened his fingers around your neck.

Why did it feel so good? He was basically fucking you like a whore. You were a pureblood Targaryen and deserved better. But you found yourself enjoying his harsh treatment. You wanted him to get rougher. You wanted him to pound harder into you so that you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Head becoming light and warm, something else was happening. You felt a tightening below. The more he fucked you, the tighter the coil seemed to get until…

No. You didn’t want to be the first one to come undone. You didn’t want him to know that you were actually enjoying it. At the rate he was going though it was only a matter of time.

To take back control you launched yourself at him, catching him by surprise and his hand releasing from your neck. With your surprise attack you wrestle him so that he was now the one under you on the bed. His cheeks are red, eyes hard as he regards you with question. His about to protest until you sit yourself down on his cock. Protest devolving into a groan he lets his head fall onto the mattress as you roll your hips. You place your hands on his hard chest. Bobbing up and down his cock you try to ignore your cunt begging for release. Curling your fingers, you dig your nails into his chest and drag them harshly down. His face scrunches up, baring his teeth and hissing. Hands reaching around you to grab at your ass, he pulls you quickly up and down. You wouldn’t allow him to be in control for too long though. Again you dig your nails and drag them. Robert releases your ass and glares up at you. Beautiful blue eyes. Your own little hands reach to his thick neck and tighten like claws of a hawk. Using that as support you lift yourself off of his engorged member and start to tease the head of his cock. Slowly, torturously slow, you barely sit down enough for the head to be sheathed before coming back up. Your husband growls impatiently, wanting you to go back to riding his cock. You’re just buying yourself more time and shortening his. That’s when you sit all the way down on his cock. His mouth gapes open as you ride him. His breathing become hard, his hips desperately thrusting to match you.

You feel his body lock up underneath you as he lets out a loud groan.

The two of you were frozen in that position, trying to regain your breath. You had won. At least this battle. A bit unsteadily you lift yourself off of him; something warm and wet dribbling out. Smuggly you lay down beside him and stare at the ceiling, the space between your legs upset with you that you denied yourself your own orgasm.

“Well fuck.” Robert pants. Lazily he turns his head. “You didn’t come.”

“I wouldn’t dare grant you that satisfaction.” You roll away from him and onto your side.

Determined to prove you wrong, Robert’s hand lands on your shoulder and rolls you onto your back. “Fuck that noise. I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you’ll see stars.”

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wrong number smau ➝ safe flight (half written)

synopsis ➝ peer pressured by your group members, you ask a fellow idol for her number. but when you texted her that night, you realised that she wasn’t the person you were texting. what you didn’t know was that she gave karina’s, aepsa’s hotshot visual and leader, number to you.

chapter 28 ➝ safe flight

you honestly missed aeri, a lot. but you couldn't look her in the eye without being reminded of jimin, everything reminded you of her now - from the karomi plushies that you would see in a random store you walked by to the pink pringles that always caught your eye during your group’s convenience store runs. there’s a saying of how you become a mosaic of everyone you have known in your life, pieces of people staying with you even if they aren’t in your life anymore. and sitting across from her now, you saw pieces of jimin in aeri. even as awkward as it was, the tension still thickened even more with the small talk that accompanied your lunch. you and aeri didn’t do small talk. she sighed as she put down her fork with a clatter.

“y/n, let’s talk.” god, even the way she talked reminded you of jimin.

“we are talking.”

“i meant talk about what happened yesterday.” aeri looked at you with a knowing look, you sometimes hated how much she knew you.

“nothing much to talk about.” you pressed your lips into a thin line, you started squirming in your chair from the suffocating feeling of her stare.

“y/n. i thought i told you that you can talk to me, i’m not a stranger. i’m your best friend. please, act like i am.” she knew how to push your buttons as you already felt inclined to spill everything out to her. and when you started, you almost never knew how to stop. you looked down at your fidgeting hands on your lap, and letting out a defeated sigh.

“i told her i thought i was falling in love with her.” you whispered weakly, you looked up to see aeri nodding at you, encouraging you to continue. and it was as if you had flipped a switch, as you felt your voice growing louder, you felt some anger boiling up inside you. “and she had the fucking audacity to walk away. do you even understand how pathetic i felt?” you saw how her eyes widened slightly, not expecting you to have had a sudden burst of animosity.

“well, i’m sure it was a misund-“

“no, don’t give me that shit! she knew what i meant, she’s a grown woman.” you snapped, and you almost apologised after seeing aeri flinch at your tone.

“she’s not that type of person, i swear. i know her.” you started to feel suffocated from how ticked off you were, why the fuck was aeri defending jimin?

“well you obviously don’t, you weren’t there when she said all that shit.” you seethed out, wiping your hands on your pants because you were starting to sweat from the overwhelming emotions swirling in your stomach.

“you’re not even going to let her explain herself?” she probed, you really didn’t want to get mad at aeri, but by god, was she making that so hard.

“aeri, i would, i honestly would! if she wanted to explain, i would listen. but the fact is, she doesn’t even have a fucking explanation, and she doesn’t want to explain.”

“give her some time.” you looked at her incredulously, there was no way she was serious, right?

“you know what? no.”

“no?” there was an almost amused glint in her eye, she urged you to keep talking with a raised eyebrow.

“no. because i was the one who stood there, i could have been humiliated in front of thousands of people and it would not even compare to what she did to me. no one was around and i have never, never felt more humiliated in my life, aeri.” you knew you looked heartbroken when a look of concern and guilt washed over her face.

“i’m sorry.”

“you shouldn’t be sorry. don’t apologise for things you didn’t do.” you murmured as you picked up your fork and started pushing around the food you lost the appetite for.

“i have to. she’s my leader.”

“and i am your best friend.” you repeated her words back to her, “i poured my heart out to her and she just fucking stomped on it! just like that, i don’t think she even cared!”

“she’s my friend, y/n. and she does care.”

“she could have fooled me.” you scoffed. “and honestly, that’s on me for thinking you could have at least listened to me as if i was your best friend rather than listened as her friend.”

“y/n ple-“

the screech of your chair against the floor cut her off, you squeezed your eyes shut tightly and opening them again as your lips quivered and you shakily breathed out, “go and see how she’s doing. although, i doubt she would be crying over it like i am.”

“that’s not wha-“ you didn’t hear the rest of it, walking out of the diner without a single glance back at her. you let out a sigh of relief, relishing in the way you felt as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders, and ignoring the ache in your heart that still bothered you.

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The Things I Do For Love: A Jaime Lannister Analysis

So much discussion around Jaime revolves around the theme of redemption. What does it mean? Is it possible? How does one redeem themselves? However, another core aspect of what Jaimes character is all about is love, what he will do for it, and how it changes him.

When we first meet Jaime he is the mirror image of Cersei: beautiful, so confident that it is bordering on arrogance, and cruel. This is reflected in their incestuous relationship, one that has lasted since the twins were children. This relationship stems from the idea of Lannister supremacy encouraged and fostered by Tywin. It is through Tywin’s actions such as the extermination of the Reyne and Castamere families that the Lannister siblings learned that anyone who wasn’t a Lannister was inferior and beneath them. It is this sort of lion's pride that lives in each of them, even Tyrion. When it comes to Jaime and Cersei it manifests itself in their incestuous relationship. To them no one else was worthy of themselves, only another Lannister, and who else could they turn to but their identical twin? Through time the twins developed an “us versus them” mentality. That no one else mattered but them. It is this codependency that only grew as they grew up. It is this mentality that is key to understanding Jaime’s own identity.

Due to the belief that they were each other's mirror image, Jaime created an image of Cersei based off of himself. He thinks that Cersei may be a little mean and does some bad stuff but isn’t evil. It is this false image that helps Jaime repress (of which he often does with uncomfortable truths) the fact that Cersei is unnecessarily cruel and abusive towards his beloved little brother Tyrion. It makes it easier for him to love her too. It is this love for his siblings that defines Jaime. While a horrible thing to do, the whole reasoning behind pushing Bran out the window after catching the twins having sex is out of perverse protective love for Cersei. Jaime knows that she and himself will be killed if the truth comes out. While one can argue he also was considering the lives of their children it’s only till Feast that Jaime begins to care about Tommen. This protective nature also manifests itself later in AGOT when Jaime and his men kill Ned’s escort due to Tyrion being kidnapped and being placed under arrest. Yet another morally dubious action done out of love for his siblings. However, it is this love and ego that eventually shatters when Jaime loses his sword hand.

So much of Jaime’s identity revolved around his sword hand. It was the hand he used to kill Aerys and touch Cersei alongside many other things central to his person. By having it cut off Jaime learns that Lannisters can indeed be hurt just like any other person breaking down his image of an invulnerable golden Lannister. Through losing his hand, he is forced to ask himself the questions of who he really is and what that looks like. For a while, he holds onto the love for his siblings, especially his mirror image Cersei. However, it is this image that shatters. For Cersei, she sees that Jaime no longer resembles her and for this she goes cold. This being in direct contrast to Jaime’s idea that the love and codependency that they had created for themselves was unconditional. His relationship with Tyrion also implodes in ASOS with the Tysha reveal. The relationship with the twins further breaks down not simply due to Jaime now knowing of Cersei’s infidelity but also her growing darker nature. It is this that also shatters the mirror image. Cersei is unnecessarily cruel by burning down the Tower of the Hand with wildfire. By comparing her to Aerys, it is clear that Jaime’s image of her being just like him is gone. It is likely she has woken up his trauma that he desperately tries to repress. Jaime learns that her cruelty is not his own despite his prior morally dubious actions. While this relationship breaks down another grows. This being his relationship with Brienne.

In a direct contrast to Jaime and Cersei’s relationship, the dynamic that exists between Jaime and Brienne is based on reality not delusion. Brienne sees the worst in Jaime through his ego and knows of his most horrible acts. She bluntly calls him out on these and judges him for them. On the other hand Jaime insults her and plays on her insecurities. However, it is the loss of his hand that things change for the two. While still not friends directly after the injury, Jaime ensures Brienne is not assaulted after all the abuse both him and her have faced. Upon their arrival at Harrenhal, Jaime makes sure that her wounds are cared for as much as his. For Brienne she learns the truth behind Jaime’s murder of Aerys. Through this and many other actions such as Jaime rescuing her from the bear and giving her Oathkeeper, she sees that there is some good in the man. On the flip side, Jaime develops one of the first relationships in his life with someone who is not a Lannister. He learns to both see and respect that Brienne is her own person, one that is complicated and does her own thing. It is this what Jaime is becoming. As such, Brienne is not a plot device for Jaime’s development but rather a catalyst. Through her Jaime learns to care about another individual and care deeply.

While we don’t know where Jaime’s story will go just yet. Perhaps he is the Valonqar or maybe he will be killed by Stoneheart. Regardless of where he goes it's clear that love and his falling out of it and arguably his falling into it has greatly defined his arc and who he is.

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sare11aa11eras · 9 months

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Targs ranked by how likely I think they are to do blood magic to give their brother an army of “perfect male heirs”:

5. Alyssa Targaryen. Dark horse contender, I know, but listen. Daemon got it from SOMEWHERE. 6/10 attempted to do it the old fashioned way and got killed, which goes to show that tradition is not the same thing as a good idea.

4. Rhaena the lesbian. You want to look me in the eye and tell me this woman wouldn’t have done ye olde IVF if she had the option?? Grow up. Get real and grow up. 7/10 not actually out of loyalty to brother, she just would prefer to sleep with Elissa or one of her other girlfriends.

3. Bloodraven. Luckily this was unnecessary with Daeron II for a long time (Baelor Breakspear being, in fact, a perfect male heir) but I bet he was tempted at times during Aerys I’s reign. 8/10 could probably actually do the blood magic, even.

2. Daemon. If he could figure out how to do this, he’d have probably killed Rhaenyra and Alicent and done it already. 9/10 lacks sufficient imagination to see goals through.

1. Visenya, first and last of her name. Actually did do blood magic to produce a baby for her brother. 10/10 who could compare??

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targayrenss · 9 months

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The Mad Queen - Aemond Targaryen x Reader

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon(Targaryen )!Oc Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon (Targaryen) Oc!,Cregan Stark x Targaryen Oc

Content:🔞, Incest, Age-Gap,Angst

Author's Note:i decided to post all my wattpad works, remember english is not my first language so don't be rude

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Queen Visenya II Targaryen, born in d.c 109, was the first daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and her uncle Daemon Targaryen, who in a few years would become her second husband.

Despite being Rhaenyra's eldest daughter, her younger brother Jacaerys was named her mother's heir since she was not interested in being heir to anything.

In d.c 129 she married her cousin-uncle Aemond Targaryen, only a few moons later she became pregnant with their first child Aerys II Targaryen. In the same year her uncle Aegon II Targaryen usurped his mother's throne thus unleashing the dance of dragons.

After her mother was crowned queen of Dragonstone, Queen Rhaenyra named her her hand.

When she learned that her husband had murdered her younger brother, Lucerys Velaryon, Visenya along with her father sent two assassins called Blood and Cheese to murder one of Aegon's sons.

During the dance, Visenya and Daemon became secret lovers, from their relationship Maegor II Targaryen was born.

Visenya was compared to Maegor the Cruel and Aegon the Conqueror after having burned Old Town and destroyed almost all of the Hightower alive.

She was also responsible for the death of Alys Rivers, Aemond Targaryen's lover, after an argument, Visenya cut off her head with the dark sister sword.

Visenya II Targaryen was crowned queen by her only surviving brother, Aegon III Targaryen. After her coronation Visenya remarried Cregan Stark, with whom she had five children.

Visenya's reign was considered one of the most peaceful, despite being considered a ruthless woman, she always took it upon herself to be a good queen and not affect her people.

On one occasion Visenya, in the midst of what many called madness, decided to go out with the City Guard, together with her men they unleashed chaos throughout the city, looking for men who continued to support the usurper.

Visenya was named the Mad Queen by many, but also the Good Queen by those who supported her reign.

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What do you think would be funnier, Rhaegar being super average looking and everyone thinking he was gorgeous because of a beautiful singing voice, or him being a terrible musician, but everyone being too distracted by his beautiful face to recognize it?

BOTH AKSKDJSLSJS I'm sorry the comedy of him being so hot he manages to distract people into not realize he's absolutely butchering the harp is priceless

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I know GRRM has given virtually no agency or interiority to Rhaella up to this point, and I’m not really expecting him to in the future, but I like to headcanon that Rhaella may have compared herself throughout her life to her ancestress Queen Naerys. (Long, more under the cut.)

This comparison may have started when Rhaella was a young teenager, on the cusp of her marriage to Aerys. Naerys, 15 at the time of her marriage to Prince Aegon, may have seemed to Rhaella of an age with her, somewhere roughly between the ages of 12 and 14 at her own wedding. While Naerys was far from the only teenage Targaryen princess married to her own brother - Rhaena, Alysanne, Alyssa, Helaena, Daena, and perhaps Aelora had all done so, not to mention Rhaella’s own mother Shaera - Rhaella may have looked specifically to Naerys to compare the unhappy circumstances of their respective betrothals. The young Naerys had shown no interest in Aegon or indeed any husband, preferring instead to become a septa - a fate forbidden by her father, the future King Viserys II. Instead - perhaps inclined to emphasize the Targaryen-ness of his own children despite the xenophobia against their Lysene mother - Viserys insisted that his two children marry, despite the lack of love on either side (not just Naerys but Aegon, who had already been separated from his mistress of two years, Falena Stokeworth). Rhaella had no known pious leanings herself, and it might be too far to assume that she had any deep romantic feelings for Bonifer Hasty (much less anyone else) based upon one show of public gallantry at a tournament, but she was certainly going into her marriage, as Naerys had, at the explicit direction of her father (though for far more prophetic reasons than were probably on the mind of then-Prince Viserys); what’s more, Rhaella might have compared her brother-husband’s obsessive desire for Joanna Lannister, soon to be extant upon the accession of Jaehaerys II, to the young Prince Aegon’s known lasciviousness going into his marriage to Naerys.

Indeed, Rhaella would have had cause to continue such a comparison during the course of her marriage to Aerys, not the least because of the latter’s very public infidelities. Even early in his reign, Aerys was being likened to Aegon IV, as the former “was exceedingly fond of young women, filling his court with fair maidens from every corner of the realm” and was even rumored to have “as many mistresses as his ancestor Aegon the Unworthy” (whatever Yandel’s skepticism toward such a boast). If Aerys likely never engaged in an affair with Joanna, and if he did not establish the sort of de facto maîtresse-en-titre position made infamous during the reign of Aegon IV, Aerys certainly had his share of extramarital liaisons, such that even Rhaella apparently commented on the king’s penchant for “‘turning my ladies into his whores’”. Did Rhaella, observing the king’s open, omnivorous desire for other sexual partners, think about Queen Naerys, who likewise was forced to watch her husband entertain mistress after mistress during the course of their marriage? Did Aerys’ lewd public jokes - most notably his remark about Joanna’s breasts - remind Rhaella of Aegon’s cruel and petty japes toward both his wife and his mistresses - as when Naerys asked to live as “brother and sister”, or when Barba Bracken complained about Melissa Blackwood’s apparent lack of a fuller figure? Did Aerys’ violent retaliation against his mistress in 274 AC, when the king tortured to death both the woman and the rest of her family for supposedly poisoning his infant son, recall for Rhaella the torture of Terence Toyne and the beheading of both Bethany Bracken and her father by Aegon the Unworthy?

Too, Rhaella might have found, as Naerys did, that a husband’s notorious infidelity did not protect her from either suspicion or suffering at his hands. Aegon IV had invented the accusation of adultery, and specifically adultery with Prince Aemon, as a means of hurting and humiliating Naerys as well as undermining the dynastic position of his hated son and heir. If the charge was patently ludicrous given the parties supposedly involved - not to mention the utter lack of scruple Aegon felt about flaunting his own affairs - Naerys nevertheless had to rely upon the martial skills of Aemon as her champion to publicly restore her good name. In turn, perhaps Rhaella thought of Naerys as she herself was accused of infidelity by her husband: Aerys’ declaration to the small council that he had determined Rhaella’s dead children were not his because “‘[t]he gods [would] not suffer a bastard to sit the Iron Throne’” may have smacked too strongly for Rhaella of Aegon’s attempt to identify Daeron as the bastard son of Naerys and Aemon, and if Rhaella did not have to literally fight for her life as a result of the accusation (or nominate someone else to do so), the queen may have nevertheless felt that her imprisonment - and the resulting public advertisement of her supposed lack of marital virtue - was not too far off from Naerys’ legal trial to the same. (Perhaps Rhaella privately mused on the irony of her husband shifting blame from his wife to his mistress, followed by his public recommitment to nuptial fidelity, after the death of Prince Jaehaerys, just as Naerys may have considered the irony of Aegon being confronted with his mistress having a sexual relationship with a Kingsguard after falsely accusing Naerys of the very same sort of affair.)

Moreover, however much Aegon IV and Aerys II sought sexual outlets outside of marriage, both continued to rape their wives for the rest of their respective lives. If Rhaella had not experienced the sinister twisting of a pious request for a chaste marriage into a demand for sexual gratification, as Nears had, she certainly had no power or authority to prevent Aerys from demanding sex with her whenever he wished. As Rhaella suffered the increasingly violent sexual encounters with her husband, did her thoughts turn to Naerys, forced to “perform her wifely duties for the rest of her life” in the euphemism employed by Yandel? Did Rhaella extend any bitterness toward Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, that ostensible paragon of chivalric heroism, who had stood by and apparently done nothing while his brother raped his sister - much as, Rhaella may well have thought, her own husband’s Kingsguard knights, publicly celebrated for their knightly prowess, stood just outside the door, consciously deafened to her cries and blinded to her scars? As her pregnancies ended so often in miscarriage, stillbirth, or death in early infancy, did Rhaella think of Naerys, who had lost her short-lived twins, the stillborn boy who was the twin of Daenerys, and the child whose birth cost the queen her life? When she gave birth to Viserys, after so many pregnancies that had ended in grief, did Rhaella compare herself to Naerys, who had also in her early 30s given birth to a second living child after multiple infant losses?

Too, on the subject of children, did Rhaella see any parallel between the hatred of Aegon IV for his son and heir Daeron and the increasing antipathy between Aerys II and his son and heir Rhaegar? The tense factionalism that Grand Maester Pycelle observed between the respective supporters of father and son may have recalled for Rhaella the similar divide between the anti-Dorne, pro-war, anti-Daeron proponents of Aegon IV and Daeron’s openly pro-Dornish faction. Indeed, the parallel might have seemed even more strengthened by that Dornish connection, as Rhaegar, like Daeron, had taken a Martell bride and counted among his supporters his wife’s uncle, Prince Lewyn Martell of the Kingsguard, just as Daeron’s greatest champion was his brother-in-law, the ruling Prince Maron Martell. If Aerys II had not gone so far as to launch a military attack against Dorne, as Aegon IV had tried (and failed) to do multiple times, his sniping, xenophobic comments toward his half-Martell granddaughter and graceless treatment of both Princess Elia and Prince Lewyn during Robert’s Rebellion reflected a king who negatively linked the Martells with the son he deeply suspected. If young Prince Viserys was as much the biological son of Aerys and Rhaella as Rhaegar was, perhaps the queen worried that Aerys would use her younger son the way Aegon IV had used his doted-upon bastard Daemon (especially as the age difference between each set of brothers was exactly the same) - that is, as an alternate or ostensible alternate heir, the better to undermine and needle his eldest son. Indeed, the king’s paranoid protectiveness of Viserys, and his separation of the bay from Rhaegar, only underlined the divide between the brothers, while the contemporary rumor mill even encouraged the idea that Aerys would set aside Rhaegar in favor of Viserys (much as Aegon’s infamous gift of Blackfyre to Daemon suggested, to some, the intent of the king to do the same with Daemon).

Naerys, of course, had not lived to see the First Blackfyre Rebellion, and in fact may never have witnessed the gift of Blackfyre to Daemon in the first place. Nevertheless, at the outbreak of Robert’s Rebellion, perhaps Rhaella found herself where Naerys might have been had she lived: a queenly eyewitness to a great civil war, wherein an aristocrat with a strain of Targaryen blood challenged (eventually, at least) her own son for the right to the Iron Throne. As Naerys, had she survived, might have seen the First Blackfyre Rebellion as the sins of her husband come back to haunt the dynasty - Aegon IV’s lasciviousness and hatred toward both his son and his son’s ideals, manifested in the person of Daemon Blackfyre - so perhaps Rhaella wondered if Robert’s Rebellion represented the sins of her husband returned to the royal family, as Aerys II’s cruelty and tyranny had driven Jon Arryn, Eddard Stark, and Robert Baratheon into open rebellion (however else Rhaella may have felt toward the rebel leaders and the rebellion more generally). Maybe Rhaella wondered if Naerys had been spared, through her early death, the pain she herself now had to undergo, watching her realm suffer the bloodshed and destruction of war thanks in no small part to the terrible reigns of their respective husbands (though of course we have no way of knowing how Rhaella felt about her son’s responsibility in the war, just as we cannot know how Naerys might have felt about Daeron II’s reign and the outbreak of the First Blackfyre Rebellion).

So in her last months and weeks on Dragonstone, not knowing that she was soon to share the ultimate fate of Queen Naerys - that is, death in childbirth - did Rhaella again compare herself to the queen a century prior whose life had likewise been full of suffering? Did she think of the death of her son Rhaegar as Naerys may have thought of the death of her brother Aemon (who had also died the year prior to her own death) - the violent sundering of a family bond (if not necessarily the removal of a strong champion for her), and the death of a family hero in defense of an unworthy king, leaving Rhaella isolated against her husband (who did not have long to live in any event) and the world at large? As much as Rhaella may have wanted to name her unborn daughter after the Targaryen Princess of Dorne in order, perhaps, to remind Prince Doran of their shared heritage (the better to seek rescue and an asylum for herself and her children), did Rhaella also remember the name “Daenerys” because Queen Naerys had used it for the daughter who might have provided a small personal comfort in Naerys’ latter years? As Naerys had lived to witness the extinction of the Targaryen dragons (caused, she may have believed, by her own participation in heretical incest), with power irreversibly shifted to the vassals of the crown, so Rhaella lived to see the extinction of the Targaryens as a ruling dynasty, royal authority handed to one of those very vassals.

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