lil companion piece to lay me down (let the thought come easy) aka the mission orgasm au because rhaenyra's pov clutched me and wouldn't let go till i wrote it
Rhaenyra has always loved the bustle of the city.
It’s something she grew up with and won’t ever grow out of. The neons of its bars and signs, the busyness of its streets are deep in her bones. Coming back after spending an entire summer at the family country house feels, ironically enough, like a breath of fresh air.
She’s only stayed at Dragonstone Manor this long at the insistence of her father.
“This might very well be the last time we’ll spend together as a whole family,” he tells her, and he’s probably right. Jace and Aemond, her younger brothers, will be done with A levels this year. She remembers being young and rich in university - she’d much rather spend her summers travelling the south of France with her friends and a new flavour of the month than being stuck in a giant half-empty mansion with a bunch of boring old people.
Daemon is finally putting his wild years behind him and making good use of his pilot licence. He’s starting at Kings Air in September - Rhaenyra is sure he would’ve started earlier if it wasn’t for her dad’s similar plea for him to spend the summer at Dragonstone.
And her – well, she’ll certainly have the most to deal with next year. Viserys has been quietly but strongly urging her to take her future CEO duties seriously and start shadowing him instead of tinkering with plane designs at the lab.
“You encouraged me to pursue aircraft engineering,” Rhaenyra points out.
“And MBA,” Viserys points right back, and she doesn’t really have much to reply to that.
All in all, the Last Summer, as she dubs it in her head, goes remarkably well considering the Targaryen volatile temper they all seem to have in common. Except Luke, perhaps. Rhaenyra reckons her youngest brother will grow into it soon enough. For now, he’s the universally cherished delight of their family, freely laughing and frolicking through the estate, and Rhaenyra thinks this summer would’ve been a touch less enjoyable if it weren’t for Luke. But only a touch. There’s a sense of change in the air for all of them, and three months together become an unexpected treasure. She ends up missing the city much less than she thought she would.
But she still does.
Once she is back, she immediately reacquaints herself with it. She spends countless hours walking and visiting her favourite art galleries after work. Even more are spent at clubs on the weekends. Way less drinks and drugs and getting caught hooking up with B-list celebrities and models on the rise than in the old days, of course. She just likes the music and general atmosphere.
And so, over the next months, she settles back into her comfortable life, and planes, art, and partying are pretty much the only things she thinks about.
But that’s before she meets Alicent Hightower.
“It’s been two days, Laena,” she tells her cousin over the phone. “I can’t get her out of my head. You did this to me.”
“No,” the younger woman laughs. “Alicent did that to you. Have to say, I’m impressed.”
“Nothing impressive about being a fool,” Rhaenyra mutters.
Laena scoffs. “Not you. I’m impressed with her. She didn’t strike me as a… seductress type.”
“She’s not,” Rhaenyra says, and means it. Alicent wasn’t even trying to seduce her the night they met. She was a little nervous and shy, yet funny and charming in a dry sort of way.
She certainly wasn’t dry after.
Rhaenyra rolls her eyes at her immature thoughts and pointedly ignores the warmth spreading low in her stomach. “She’s just – striking. Not upfront, not in an overwhelming way some people are, you know? I… It’s her eyes, I think.” Those doe eyes, deep brown and wide, watching her with the sort of awed hunger she’s yet to see. Everything Rhaenyra did, Alicent reacted to with both gusto and surprise, seemingly at her own reactions even more so than at her moves.
Oh, but what reactions those were.
“You’re such a - what was the phrase? Ah. Useless lesbian, I believe you taught me that.”
Rhaenyra huffs. “I’m bi,” she reminds her cousin. “And I am so, so bi for your co-worker it’s killing me, Laena.”
The younger woman laughs. “I don’t recall you ever sounding this rattled over someone. You could do something about it, you know. I mean, you do have her number.”
“She hasn’t reached out much,” Rhaenyra grumbles. “Let me know she was home and hadn’t replied to my goodnight text.”
“Oh my god,” her cousin laughs again. “You’re nervous.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Rhaenyra scoffs.
“Has The Realm’s Delight finally found the woman who just might be out of her league?” Her cousin continues to tease, entirely undeterred by her words.
“Please. No one is out of my league.”
“I don’t know, cousin. Miss Hightower is quite an accomplished woman, and gorgeous to boot.”
“Sounds like you’d rather have a go at it,” Rhaenyra comments, careful to keep the sudden jealousy out of her tone. It’s highly irrational, she knows that - yet, the thought of Alicent arching for someone else is…
“Someone will if you don’t,” Laena quips. “Knowing Alicent, I’m sure she buried herself in her work like a little ostrich, after the night you had. Treat her to dinner or something, she’s bad at remembering to eat.”
“Once again, can your father ease up?”
The youngest Velaryon snorts. “Once again, only partly my father’s fault. She takes her job very seriously. Very Type A personality, hope that doesn’t scare you off.”
Rhaenyra thinks back to Alicent’s pretty mouth falling open; to the gentle slope of her neck and the rich heat of her. “Think I’m safe,” she chuckles. “Gonna text her now. Where should I take her? Any suggestions?”
“Cadet’s a safe bet,” Laena says. “She wouldn’t shut up about their duck breast for days.”
Rhaenyra smiles. “Perfect. Thank you for all the help with this.”
“Trust me, I have a personal stake in this. With everything happening at work, she’s about to be insufferable. Do your very best to help her relax, please.”
Her smile becomes a smirk. “Oh, I will.”
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[ID: "Close up on a brindled wolf’s face, its yellow eye wide and staring. Title reads, ‘Lay Me Down, by glorious_spoon, read by Thimblerig" End ID]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Witcher (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg
Additional Tags: Sex Pollen, Angst and Porn, Dubious Consent, Podfic, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes
Summary:
He's lost track of how long this has gone on before sense returns to him.
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And, as a bonus, a repod of a fic by the same author, a little more cheerful...
[ID Two hands laying gently on a muscled forearm half-covered with a black sleeve, against a dark background. Title reads, ‘The Vagaries of Fate, by glorious_spoon, read by Thimblerig End ID]
[PODFIC] The Vagaries of Fate, by glorious_spoon by Thimblerig
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom:
The Witcher (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg
Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia
Additional Tags: First Time, Apologies, Dubious Ethics, Podfic, Evil Sorceress-Spoony Bard Solidarity, Podfic Length: 10-20 Minutes
Summary:
It says something about Jaskier’s life, probably, that he isn’t even all that surprised when he opens the door of his promised room, thinking of nothing more than a mouthful of whiskey from his hip flask followed expeditiously by unconsciousness, to find a silk-draped boudoir and a mostly-naked sorceress waiting for him...
// Re-recorded 9 May, 2023
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