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drakoneve · 7 months

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A Dragon's Wrath

Request: hello hello, how are u? Idk if u write for Harwin Strong, but I'm obsessed with this man, so if you're not taking requests for him, forgive me for being rude. So I wanted to make a request where the reader is the younger sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen, also daughter of Aemma and Viserys. She married Strong, and lives a dream life with him (they love each other very much, so please, Rhaenyra's children are not his 🫠) and the legitimacy of their children was questioned, of course the queen would never imagine that Harwin had a birthmark, which none of his brothers inherited from Lyonel, he being the only one to have it and ALL THE CHILDREN OF HARWIN AND THE PRINCESS HAVE THAT SAME BRAND, JUST LIKE THE FATHER'S. Maybe I went on too long and was stupid, sorry, you can do whatever comes to your brilliant mind, I just really wish the legitimacy of the children of the OC was proved by legal means and gave no right to be questioned even by the queen. Thank you for your attention, I understand if you don't want to do it 🤍.

pairing: harwin strong x targ!fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of childbirth, alicent being snakey

a/n: first harwin fic, harwin girlies lmk what you think!! for the sake of this fic, Rhae's children have Targaryen silver hair

In all the years the pair were married, King Viserys and Queen Aemma were blessed by the Mother with only two healthy, living babes. First born has been your elder sister Rhaenyra, whom you followed two years later.

Growing up the two of you remained close through your lessons and dragon riding, but as Rhaenyra grew older she would end up spending more and more time with her lady in waiting Alicent Hightower. Rhaenyra and Alicent being two of the only other girls your age in the Red Keep and their refusal to have anyone join them in their activities, you felt somewhat dejected by your sister's budding friendship.

This is what led you to find solace in the Red Keep's training yards. Day after day you watched knights, and knights in training, battle it out in the yard while you worked on your studies. It was there in the yard you saw him for the first time- your future husband, Ser Harwin Strong.

At the time you had no idea you would end up marrying him, of course, but you should have.

You'd heard all about Ser Harwin Breakbones, son of Lyonel Strong, one of your father's most loyal council men. Harwin's reputation truly preceded him and was rightfully earned.

You hadn't noticed it at the time, but you'd abonded your books and parchments in the stands by your supervising Septa as you approached the rail separating the stands and the training yard in an attempt for a clearer view.

Harwin stood taller than his opponents, shoulders back, sword in hand ready to defend himself. He watched his opponents carefully, calculating their next move. His short brown curls were halfway pulled back out of his face with a tie, exposing Harwin's jawline, much to your own enjoyment.

That afternoon you watched Harwin take down man after man without so much as a proper blow to his own body. He wielded his sword as if it were an extension of his arm in fluid, rushing movements.

When he had finally finished for the evening you applauded him, finally grabbing his attention as he had held yours.

"You are quite the swordsman, Ser Harwin!" you call out to him. "I feel much better knowing there are knights as skilled as you protecting my home."

Harwin grinned largely at your praise, twirling his sword in his hand for show as he approached the rail you supported yourself on. "I mean only to ensure you are safe at all times, my princess."

You smiled down at him now that he was almost right below you. "Well I have no doubts of your capabilities, Ser. I have a feeling you will do great things here, should you wish."

"You are too kind, princess," he chuckles. Then he looks up at the sky, towards the sun on it's way to set. "It is getting quite late, princess. Shall I escort you back to your chambers?"

The excitement and hopefulness in his face brought butterflies to your stomach.

"I would like nothing more, Ser."

After that night it was scarce the two of you weren't side by side, which all but pushed your fathers to wed the two of you.

Now you stood in those same stands, watching Harwin in the yard yet again, but now he's joined by your two eldest sons. Maevor has just passed his tenth and second name day, and Daeragon his ninth. Your two youngest babes, however remained with you and your maid and close friend, Malina.

Malina had first been assigned to you after your marriage to Harwin, and she'd stood loyally by your side as you birthed all of your children.

Malina's elder brother Ellion, a knight of the City Watch, stood closeby on the order of Harwin. He'd been one of Harwin's best men as you'd heard him compliment the younger knight on many occasions in the past. Being a Targaryen princess and wife of the Lord Commander in such uncertain times in the house of the dragon could be dangerous, and Harwin meant only to protect you and your babes.

Your first daughter, eldest of your month old twins, Naelora cooed softly in your arms as she played with the loose sleeve ends of your dress. You indulged her for a moment, raising your arm to lift the sleeve from her reach to tease her.

She gurgles in laughter, stretching her chubby little arms to grasp your sleeve once more.

The moment is over by the approach of Queen Alicent's lady in waiting, Talya.

"My apologies, Princess," Talya bows to you first. "But the Queen has requested Malina's presence for this afternoon."

Why would the queen need Malina specifically? Surely she could find another maid within the Keep to aid her?

Malina looks to you, pale brown eyes silently asking to stay. This isn't the first time something like this has happened, of course. After giving birth to your second son Daeragon, Queen Alicent began requesting Malina's presence more often.

Still sore from your labors, Harwin had taken the day off to aid you and watch over Maevor to allow you to rest.

You watched happily from your spot on the bed as Harwin held little Daeragon, to introduce him to his elder brother. Maevor, a boy of three years, stood as high as he could on his toes to get a peek over Harwin's bulk of an arm to get a glimpse of his brother.

Then your chamber doors open and Malina returns to your side after serving the queen all day. She approaches the foot of your bed, hands clasped together in front of her with her eyes cast slightly downwards.

"Malina, you needn't worry about me," you begin to dismiss her kindly. "I'm sure the Queen-"

But Malina shakes her head, brown curls following her, still refusing to meet your gaze. "I need to speak with you, Princess. And you, Lord Harwin, in privacy."

You share a concerned look with Harwin, who's joyfulness has been replaced with worry. In the time she's served you Malina had never been afraid to look you in your eyes.

He wastes no time escorting Maevor to his chambers just off your own, and placing little Daeragon in his crib next to your side of the bed. Harwin returns and stands dutifully on the other side of you as if protecting you.

"What is it?" you ask, and pat the bed in front of you for Malina to sit.

Malina makes no move to sit on your bed. "My princess," her voice wavers nervously. "I have served your for near half a decade now, and I know you to be the most true and kind person I have ever had the pleasure of serving-"

"Malina," Harwin interrupts sternly. "Speak it plain, what have you heard of my wife?"

Your heart thudded hard in your chest as you instinctively reached for Harwin's hand. He intertwined his fingers with your in an attempt to comfort you.

Malina takes in a deep breath before finally looking up to meet your gaze. "Queen Alicent requested my presence after your labors today for questioning."

"Questioning?" you tilted your head slightly. "About what?"

"Your sons," she answered swiftly. "She... She wanted to know if this babe looked like Harwin or..."

Harwin pulled his hand from yours, placing it on the hilt of his sword. "Or who, Malina?"

"Ellion," Malina whispers. "The Queen seems to believe that you spend too much time with Ellion, princess. She asked if I knew of any relations between the two of you, but I swore to her you are deathly loyal and would never-"

You move from your spot on the bed to bring yourself to stand. Harwin aids you as you steady yourself, then reach for Malina's forearm.

"You needn't explain yourself to me, Malina," you assure her. "I know you to be true to me, and you are one of the kindest ladies I know. You should go, retire for the night. We shall do the same."

Malina apologizes the whole way out your chamber doors despite your assurances. Harwin begins to strip his armor as you settle yourself back into bed.

Daeragon's crib sat just off the side of your bed, close enough for you to have a view of the newborn's little face.

Harwin soon joins your side clad in his nightclothes. You can feel his gaze on you, but you refuse to meet his gaze. Emotions ran rampant through you. You knew it must be the strain and high emotions of you and your new babe surviving the day, but you couldn't stop the rush.

It's when the tears begin to fall from your lilac eyes that Harwin wraps you up in his arms and pulls you back against him.

"My love," he cooes. "Sweet girl, do not worry yourself with the opinion of a misguided, jealous woman."

He raises his right hand to show off the inside of his right wrist, showing off the small, discolored patch of skin he inherited from his father, Lord Lyonel. A small, almost missable, seemingly insignificant patch of skin both Maevor and Daeragon had inherited.

Harwin leans in close, placing his lips against the shell of your ear. "We know I have fathered your sons, my love. Do not worry yourself with this, it is not worth it."

"You're right, husband," you hum, settling into your husband's arms for the night. "I'm just glad he's here, and healthy."

He kisses your temple softly. "You did that. You made him the healthy babe he is."

As you promised Harwin that night, you did your best to ignore the rumors pursued by Alicent. In the years following Daeragon's birth you'd heard more whispers within the court questioning your son's parentage, though you said nothing.

You tried your best to pay them no mind, other days they really got to you. But for now you simply obliged to the queen's wishes.

"Ser Ellion," you motioned your friend forward with one hand. He looked much like his sister as they shared the same nose, and brown curly hair, though Ellion's eyes were an elegant green. Still, no man in the Seven Kingdoms could come close to Harwin in your eyes.

"Would you mind taking my sweet Raemor from your sister? I'm afraid I cannot tend to both babes at once."

Ellion nods and leans down slightly to make a peaceful transition from his sister's arms. He wore an awkward grin on his face as he cradles the blanket wrapped babe the best he could in a full suit of armor. "It is an honor, Princess. Though I'm not certain he will be comfortable against such steel."

Malina bows and takes Talya's arm in her own. You know Malina's dislike for the woman, and you can only guess she's done this to ensure Talya is led away from you and your family.

You shake your head in response to Ellion yet keep your attention on your daughter in your arms. "It is no issue, Harwin holds them in his armor every day. He has with each of them."

A moment passes in silence and you look up to your husband and eldest children. Maevor's brown curls are just long enough on the top to be tied back while leaving some down thus his hair is relatively tame. Daeragon's, however, is tousled and absolutely untame.

Both boys are breathing heavier now, their cheeks flushed. But the beautiful, pure look of excitement on their faces melted your heart. They knew their father was Lord Commander of the City Watch, and that Harwin worked hard for his family at his very important job, and they treasured their father for it.

After taking them to see Harwin train with some of the new recruits of the City Watch two fortnights ago had been a mistake on your part for the boys had not shut up about training themselves. At first you had been hesitant, of course other Targaryen princes had been taught to fight years before your boys, but you were afraid of the things they might encounter so instead you encouraged them to spend time in the libraries and their respective dragons.

As a result the boys were extremely well read and years ahead of their pupils in their studies. Maevor is practically fluent in Valyrian now, and Daeg is not far behind.

Their insistent pleading had wore on you though, and you gave in to them with Harwin's reassurance he would personally oversee their training. In the end, Maevor and Daeg's immediate joy at being granted permission made it worth it in the end.

Harwin and the boys were cleaning their training gear and putting it away.

Ellion clears his throat, pulling your attention from your family. "I fear something is happening, Princess."

"What do you mean?" you ask, standing from your seat and brushing your skirts with one hand.

"I have been approached twice now," he explains carefully, watching who was sat in the immediate area. The closest people sat on the complete opposite of the training yard in those stands. "Once by a fellow knight, and then by Talya herself. I only mention this as a warning, Princess."

Harwin and the boys are nearly there and you don't want the boys to hear such slander.

"Thank you, Ellion," you force a smile to give him. "And I apologize for what has been whispered around court these last years, but I plan now to make it right."

Harwin approaches you then, slinking one arm around your waist as he presses a kiss to your temple. "Come, my love, the boys need to bathe and our littlest ones must be ready for their nap."

Maevor perks up, "Mother, may I carry Naelora back to your chambers?"

Your hearts melts at the question, Maevor ever the doting older brother. You grant your son permission, gently reminding him to hold her head carefully.

"And I shall take Raemor from you, Ellion. I thank you for your services for today."

He bows respectfully, "Tis my duty, and an honor."

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Once the twins are down for their naps and the older boys off to the bathhouse with Malina you informed Harwin of everything that had transpired this afternoon while he trained with the boys.

His thick brows furrowed almost immediately, angre written upon his face. Harwin had shed his armor by now, settling for more comfortable leathers for the evening. His sword however, stayed attached to his hip with one hand gripping the hilt.

"I am sick of hearing your name and reputation tarnished by fools!" Harwin seethes, angrier than you've ever seen him. "I have half a mind to slay them all down for even thinking such things of our children, of you."

You shake your head softly, approaching him to cup his face. You press your forehead against his own, something you've always done to comfort him.

"I have a plan, my dutiful husband," you assure him. "I happen to have a wonderful relationship with my father by law, if you must know. And I just so happen to know that a Small Council meeting starts in mere minutes."

Harwin eases a little, but now he's wrought with confusion.

"What have you planned, my love?"

You smile mischievously and press a sweet kiss to your husband's lips. "Just you wait husband, I first require our Maevor."

The boys are back from their baths by now as you can hear them bustling about Daeragon's chambers, which is the adjoining room to your own.

You knock before you enter as you always do, to the sight of your boys on Daeg's bed, books sprawled open before them.

"What have we there, byka zaldrīzoti (little dragons)?" you ask as you join them on the bed.

Daeg pulls the leather bound book to cover his lap to show you. "The Histories of Old Valyria!" he chimes. "Maevor was reading it to me in Valyrian."

You stroke Daeg's plush cheek with one hand, still able to see the babe he used to be in his face, and take Maevor's hand in your other.

"He's smart, your brother," you 'whisper' to Daeragon. "I would study hard, my Prince."

Maevor breaks his hand away to rustle his brother's brown curls. "Muña's teasing, Daeg. You are smarter now than I was your age."

You swoon, heart melting at the relationship between your boys. "Oh my sweet Maev," you kiss his temple. "Might I borrow you for a awhile, I have something important to discuss with the Small Council and I need your help."

Maevor's brown eyes widened slightly, "Of course, mother."

"Have no fear, sweet boy, I have a plan."

And you sure did. Once you explained what you could to Maevor while sparing his innocence best you could, he'd been more than willing to join you.

You squatted down to be closer to your son's level, Harwin by your side. "You are special, Maevor," you explain to him. You grab Harwin's right hand and Maevor's to put them side by side. Both birthmarks were near identical save for Harwin's being larger and slightly darker than his son's. "Each of my babes have this mark, all from Harwin, who inherited it from your grandsire, Lyonel. Do you understand?"

He nods, but says nothing. Harwin crouches down next to you, reaching to cup his eldest son's face.

"I wish we did not have to burden you with such a task, my boy," Harwin admits grimly. "I want you to know we are only doing this because we love you children, and I love your muña too much to let people speak of her in such a way any longer."

So the three of you set off, accompanied by Ellion as Malina had stayed behind to watch the twins and Daeragon.

Despite the Kingsguard outside the meeting room of the Small Council, you march right past them and push the doors open yourself.

Each member of the council turns to you now silenced. Otto sat up straighter in his seat as he looked towards his daughter. Alicent looked shocked to see the group of you, and you noted her visible nervousness.

Lyonel stands and comes to Harwin's side, demanding answers most likely. Harwin begins whispering in his father's ear, explaining the situation.

"Sister," Rhaenyra stands, hand placed over her round stomach. "What is wrong?"

You cross your arms over your chest, eyes blazing as you glare at the Hightowers at the table. "Since the birth of my Daeragon I have endured vile slanders against not only myself, but my marriage, and every one of my children."

Alicent shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

"Princess," Otto pokes in. "I can assure you-"

"Assure what?" you snap, slamming down on the table to lean towards the Hand. "Alicent has been the one to pull my ladies from me just after giving birth to insinuate my babes have been fathered by knight of the City Watch who is not my husband. Even now, a month after having my twins, I am approached with more blasphemy. No more."

You usher Maevor forward, who happily extends his right arm before you have to ask. Harwin joins you, followed by Lyonel, both of whom put out their wrists as well.

Alicent's mouth widens in shock before she grits her teeth. Even Larys' wears a look of shock as he checks his own wrists, coming up with nothing.

"I am tired of my children being put under scrutiny," you say finally. "And of my loyalty to my husband being questioned. Now, if you all do not mind, I would like to enjoy the rest of the day with my family undisturbed."

You step back from the table to leave when Rhaenyra wraps you up in a hug. "I am so sorry, sister," she whispers.

You assure her with a simple kiss to the side of her head before reaching for Maevor's hand.

The boy is practically bouncing on his feet as the two of you make your way back to your chambers, both Harwin and Ellion following close behind.

"She is very scary, your wife," Ellion admits to Harwin lowly. "I would to want to be on the receiving end of her wrath."

He only chuckles, "No, nor would I."

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fan-goddess · 5 months

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aemond + sex pollen + getting caught + public sex 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

aemond is betrothed to reader (who he only v recently met after she comes to KL), they had no intentions to bed each other before the wedding bc honor ofc it’s aemond lol but the pollen gets them and they dont even get to make it out of the gardens before they started getting freaky 😭

Authors Note: oooh great idea nonnie i like how you think! The setting is similar to the small garden with the gods wood tree, but it’s A LOT more secluded than that. Plus changed Aemonds morals a little but it’s still the same man we know and love ❤️

Warnings: P in v sex, public, getting caught, praise kink, breeding kink, praise, degrading, mentions of aegon being bad, alicent shows up surprise! (I know I’ve missed a lot let me know what though so I can add them!)

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Ever since you were a young girl, your duty had all you’d ever been taught.

It was what your whole childhood had been preparing you for. Your septa’s had taught you what you must do to make t your husband happy and content with you, whilst your mother had insisted on taking on the role of teaching you the acts of the marital bed.

It was graphic, how she told you that you must simply lay there and allow the man to enter you, allowing him to do whatever it took to for him to impregnate you.

It was those teachings alone that haunted you for days when you were informed of your newest betrothal to the young Targaryen prince.

You had heard the gossip of the eldest prince Aegon. How maids that were assigned to his quarters left mere months later with not only a coin purse, but a swollen stomach hidden under their dress too.

It’s probably was why you found yourself as shocked as you were when you met the prince Aemond, and fell in love with him as deeply as you did.

When you kissed him one late night in the depths of the library, it felt like everything was right. Aemonds hands felt perfect as they held your waist and chin respectively as he could. Yet no matter how disrespectfully you wish for him to hold you, your duty once again held a tight grip on both of your senses.

You knew that the morning after your wedding night, the bed would be checked to see if you had bled. And if you haven’t, you would bring a great shame and dishonour on your house, no doubt passing onto your own family you and Aemond would create.

So no matter how deliciously sinful it is to feel Aemonds lips on yours, that addictive forbidden feeling of his hands beginning to roam your body in between the tall bookshelves flowing through your veins, you know your duty as of now holds you hostage.

“Aemond, we-we cannot do this here…” You murmur between kisses and heavy breaths, trying your best to keep your composure as you lean away, only for Aemond to immediately follow your head with his own eager lips.

“Please my love... just five more minutes alone with you... then I will be satisfied. I swear it!”

“You swore you’d be satisfied nearly an hour ago my dragon! You’re never satisfied whatever it is you do! Whether it is your books, your training, and now even me it seems!” You grin, biting your swollen bottom lip in a teasing motion that only makes out betrothed more undone as he groans slightly in frustration.

“I am a prince of the realm! I could easily demand there be no checking of your blood!” It is almost amusing how desperate Aemond looks in that moment. His eye blown wide as he looks at you. His lips nearly swollen like your own. Even his cheeks now a deep shade of red.

“Aemond my love, it is because you are a prince of the realm that they check my Maidenhead!” You laugh lightly, stepping away from Aemonds heaving form that leans on the space you stepped from.

“I-I’m sorry darling. The moment got away from me… I will see you in the morn. Do you wish to break fast together? I could tell the chefs to prepare your favourite?”

“Aemond my love, we have broken fast together for nearly two weeks now! You must spend more time with your family before your mother believes I’m taking you away from them!” You laugh, intending for a small joke, only Aemond looks serious as he responds.

“I don’t care. You’re my family too. Married yet or not.” It leaves a heavy blush on your cheeks as you move to kiss his scar with devotion.

It takes the two of you a while, but eventually you find your own ways back to your respective chambers, where the both of you much to your respective guards reliefs, stay till the next morning.

Aemond to his chagrin meets with his family, while you dine with your own.

Your mother can’t help herself but talk eagerly on the debates of your wedding. What colour gown you shall wear and what food will no doubt be at the feast. But instead all you can think of, is meeting your betrothed later that day in the gardens, just as he suggested before the two of you parted.

Eventually you escape your mothers questions, and when you make your way to the gardens, you can’t help but admire the bright flowers as you walked past.

You turn your head, and when you spot Aemond standing there smiling by the godswood tree as he watched you, you can’t help but smile seeing the small bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“Here you go my love. They’re flowers newly shipped from Lys, that have not even had the grace to sit in Westeros soil yet. I thought you deserved the first bouquet of them before anyone else…”

“Well thank you darling…” You smile, grinning slightly at Aemonds out of character bashfulness before leaning forward slightly and sniffing the bright flowers.

Only, you can’t help but gasp slightly when you’re suddenly hit with a strange smell. One akin to dark chocolate and a slight tinge of salt. It was odd, given what it was you were smelling, but what’s even stranger is that you find yourself already addicted to it within mere seconds. Already eager to bury your head into the arrangement and practically live there in order to smell that delightful thing as much as you could.

The only reason you find yourself not, is because Aemond quickly takes the bouquet out of your hands to sniff it himself.

Only when you see his eye widen and look at you, you can practically see it turn from a light lilac to a dark shade of purple, and you realise it’s not just you whose affected by the strange aroma.

“My love… I wish I could be sorry for what I am about to do, but I’m not.” Is all he says, before dropping the arrangement somewhere and shoving you against the tree, his lips eagerly connecting with yours in a passionate embrace.

Yet even with the vow of keeping your honour and your maidenhead screaming at you in your head, the feeling of Aemonds hands roaming your entire body is doing something to you that you cannot help but embrace wholeheartedly.

Your own hands eagerly take grasp of Aemonds hair and tugs, allowing a deep groan of his to practically resonate throughout your whole body.

“Aemond…” You murmur, “I want this. So much… but are you sure?”

He growls as he speaks, as if taken over by some other being, and you can’t deny how it makes your smallclothes feel strangely sticky and wet against your skin, and how much you like it.

“Of course I am ñuha jorrāelagon… but I must say that with what is coursing through my veins, I will not be gentle with you, like how I know you would enjoy. I will be rough, and animalistic. Do you think you can handle that?”

“Yes Aemond… I think I am able to handle all that… and more-“

You don’t even get to finish, as Aemond takes ahold of your face and kisses you harsher than he ever has done before. His teeth clash against yours, and you almost swear you can feel a tinge of blood on your tongue as he forces his and your own to move in some strange type of dance.

It’s so intense that feeling, that you don’t even realise entirely when Aemond rips the front of your dress open, allowing your front body to be revealed to him whilst you shiver slightly at the cold. Though you begin to quickly warm up when Aemond hot mouth leaves wet kisses all gone the length of your chest, trailing all the way to your breast that heave under the harshness of your sudden breaths.

“Good girl… what a good fucking girl I have for me to marry, and fuck my seed into…”

You whimper, and it all seems to turn into a sort of heavenly haze.

The taste of his lips on yours are like pure heaven, and his touch feels almost sinful as his fingers tweak and kneed at your breasts with hunger.

It’s only worse when he practically rips your soaked through smallclothes from your body, and stops a moment to smell them. The sight alone shocking you whilst you hang your mouth open in surprised arousal, a small breathless sound you don’t even realise you’re making being all you can say in that moment in response.

When he stuffs them in his pocket though and quickly undoes his leather trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor, the desperation in your entire body making you feel as if on fire when you catch sight of his cock, which smacks against his belly with a slight wet sound.

“Do you wish for it wife? Do you wish for me to fuck you senseless and fill you with my seed, until all you can feel is me? Until you’re stomach is swollen with our babe? Our heir?”

You’re breathless, but you don’t know what else to be. All you can focus on, is him, and nothing else.

When you nod your head enthusiastically though to his question, his brows furrow in some type of anger, and quick apologises and pleas spill from your mouth.

“I’m sorry husband, yes yes yes please fill me with your seed! I want all of kingslanding to know who is my lord husband, and who has claimed me as theirs! I want your cum dripping down my thighs and to remain inside of me until a child is born from us! Please husband allow me to carry your heir!”

Your pleas certainly seem to affective, as Aemond releases a roguish growl of approval and quickly moves to position his weeping almost pretty looking cock at your entrance, before looking at your face carefully whilst he inserts himself slowly.

You can feel your face scrunch in a painful way whilst you make a wounded sound, but Aemonds soothing touch and words make you preen so much you almost find yourself forgetting about it all.

“Doing so good for me ñuha ābrazȳrys… my sweet wife’s going to be dripping of me…”

You let out a broken moan, and yet in Aemonds eye it is too loud, as he swallows it with his own mouth. His tongue prying you lips open and practically dancing with yours.

He ruts into you like a madman, the thrusts having no true rhythm as he allows himself only to have his mind sink into the feeling of pleasure only you can give him. The feeling that consumes him better than anything in the world.

It’s deadly, and hot, and sinful, which is why it is such an addictive thing to be feeling at that moment as he groans into your mouth. The frantic rutting of his hips becoming somehow more manic as you feel his cock throb deep inside your heat.

However, such an addictive thing is dangerous, as when Aemonds grip on your upper thighs tighten to become near bruising whilst his cock spasms slightly as he groans in completion, your own face hidden in the sweaty curve of his neck as you feel your own walls tightening around him. However, the sudden realisation of a voice being heard, leaves your eyes suddenly widening in horror.

It’s a shrill feminine voice that speaks. “What in the seven is going on here!”

You can feel Aemonds spent still hot in your womb, aswell as your own juices dripping down your naked legs, which is why it is so horrifying to turn your head to see who the voice belongs to, and make eyes with the queen. Who stands before you and Aemond with a stern and scared face, her eyes seemingly unable to continue to stare at the scene before her as they look to the sky.

You and Aemond quickly move to correct yourselves, even though that feeling of desire in yours and his’ bodies almost seem to force you to want to continue. Though the shame quite forcibly overwhelms it.

It’s overwhelming in fact, when you attempt to make yourself modest and realise Aemonds eager attempts to caress you made it so the front of your dress is ruined. It’s even worse when you quickly realise you have no smallclothes to stop the trail of Aemonds spent flowing down your thighs.

An almost amused expression taking over him when he sees your dilemma, and an even stranger reaction seems to take over him when his mother turns her back for a second and he flashes you a glimpse of your smallclothes from his trousers pocket.

“I have excused Aegons debauchery for many years, and for it to go unpunished-“ The queen starts as she can now finally look at the two of you, her hands fiddling with themselves whilst she does so in what can be described as a nervous manner. “Which is why I cannot allow this sort of thing to go unpunished now with you Aemond. I would have never of suspected this of you my son, and this is the reason I feel so shameful of you. I expect this of Aegon, not you.”

You turn to your betrothed, and the man flashing you a view of your smallclothes with a smile on his face is gone. What instead stands beside you is a grim faced gentleman, who is an image of solemness and dishonour. It is obvious how much the queens words have affected him, no matter how much you know he’ll deny it later.

“I shall make it so that the two of yours betrothal to be hastened. As quick as moon tea is to be made and drunk, we cannot allow gossip to be weaves into our already, dare I even say it, hellish society. Is next month too quick? I only say as as much as the two of you would like to deny, it only takes one time to conceive a babe. That much your brother has proven to me…”

The queens words shake you, and yet when you meet Aemonds own anxious gaze, the two of you cannot help but nod heads in agreement.

“Splendid! I do believe this soured castle is in need of a happy day or two…” The queen smiles, almost looking lost in thought for a moment at the idea, before walking away without a glance behind her. Allowing the two of you to stand in the seriousness of the moment.

Aemond turns to you with sorrow, and you almost find yourself gasping in shock when he begins to get on his knees and grasps his hands on yours. “My love… I am so sorry! I have dishonoured you greatly with what was supposed to be a gift, which I why I completely understand if you wish to-“

“Aemond my dragon, you must not be sorry! We both had been struck with whatever was in those dreaded flowers! Yet it does not matter now! I love you, my dragon, and this will not change that…” You kneel with him in the dirt, and it’s like his whole personality changes, as he pulls you into a deep hug and buries his face in your neck.

Your hands move to cup his head where it lays, and you almost swear you can feel the fabric of your dress dampen with possible tears. But you say nothing to spare him the embarrassment. Instead, you allow him to stay there.

Your dragon, your Aemond, will always be safe in your arms.

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ladydostoevsky · 2 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲

𝐓𝐖: 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝, 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭?

You walked the halls of the Red Keep to see your brother, the King. He has weakened the past few years. He is seriously ill and you are very scared for him. You feel sorry for him, you really do.

You haven't heard much about Rhanyra and Daemon, your niece and older brother. You have tried to send several letters to them, but no replies.

You finally arrived at the doors of the king's bed chambers. The knights bowed on either side and opened the door. "Princess y/n Targaryen, your grace," one screamed. You entered the room. In front of the fireplace sat your sick older brother, the King, and beside him stood your sister-in-law, The Queen Alicent. She turned around and smiled happily. “Y/n” she said and hugged you.

You have very nice relationship and get along very well. You were grateful to her for taking care of Viserys. You ended the hug. "My queen" You whispered. You turned your glance to your brother, walked beside him and knelt next to him. "Brother, how are you?" You asked softly. You heard the door close and assumed that Alicent had left you alone. "Who is it?" he replied weakly. You felt tears in your throat but you held them back. "Viserys, it's me. Your sister, Y/n" "Aah Y/n. Of course. My dear sister. I feel like I'm gonna die any moment" he joked. Your eyes widened. "Don't say it like that, Viserys! What would Rhaenyra think? You are strong, brother. You are a Dragon, like Daemon, like me," You said softly sobbing now. Viserys placed his hand on top of yours which was on his planket. "The one who was promised. The long night… it's… the promised…" "Viserys? Viserys!" He turned to look at you, confused. "I think.. I need to rest a little," you nodded and stood up. "I'm gonna tell Alicent," and after saying that you left.

⎯⎯⎯⎯

The garden had always been your favorite place. The smell, the colors, the picture was just breath taking. You walked around until you saw your niece, Helaena sitting alone on one of the seats there. You walked over to her, smiling sweetly. "Helaena, how are you?" She turned her attention from her hand, where a yellow butterfly rested, to you. Her face lit up when she saw you. "Aunt! Sit, sit!" and so you did, your red dress swaying with every movement. The butterfly flew away and she took your hands to hers. "I'm fine, aunt. Today is a beautiful day, isn't it? Did you come from seeing my father?" she asked hurriedly. "Today is a very beautiful day, my darling. Yes actually I did. Your mother told me you'd be here," her face fell. You frowned and put your hand on her shoulder. "Is something wrong, me dear? Are you spending much time here?... Alone?" she looked at the floor dreamily.

"I don't have anyone to talk to most of my time. Father is sick, mother is busy with Kingdom, Aegon… does his own things, Aemond also don't care. You're the only one I have, aunt." "Don't ever say such things again," you took her head and hugged her against your chest. She hooked her arms around your waist, strongly. "Never Helaena. Your parents and brothers love you, they really do. I love you. You don't have to feel alone, never." She took her head from your arms and looked you into the eyes dreamily. "I wish you were my mother, y/n." You looked at her sadly and hugged her again.

What you didn't hear were the words she spoke to herself. "The one who can't fly can't breathe fire."

⎯⎯⎯

After that you were to search your two nephews and talk with them about Helaene. Like you expected they were on the training ground. You watched from the balcony as Aemond's and Aegon's swords clashed. A few knights and lower lords around them. You knew how proud they were. They liked to show off, especially to you. You never knew why thought.

You made your way down the stairs. The knights and lords bowed when they saw you. "Make way to Princess y/n Targaryen," this took your nephews attention. Aegon smirked. "Came to see how I beat this brat's ass and cheer me up?" he asked arrogantly. "Not today, Aegon." Aemond looked at you with narrowed eyes. He never liked how his brother talked with you. "Actually, I would like to talk about Helaena with you," Aegon groaned and rolled his eyes for that. "My lovely aunt. Can we not talk about her again. I'm about to win this battle and I would like some cheering with your beautiful voice." Next thing you knew Aegon was bleeding from his right hand. The maesters ran to him and took him to his chambers, while Aegon cried and whined dramatically.

You looked at Aemond, shocked. He had thrown his bloodied sword to the ground. He looked unbothered. "He got too close to you." You had nothing to say. What was wrong with these boys? "Aemond… I have to talk with your mother about this. This is not…" "Don't worry, he has seen worse battles," he mocked his brother. You shaked your head, turned around to walk away and said, "I need a hot bath. Now." "I will see you at the dinner, Aunt," said Aemond, watching your beautiful figure walking away.

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nightskyslayer2 · 1 year

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Aegon claiming his sister in the most filthy way possible, wanting to make her his forever after years of tolerating seeing her with other men and finding a potential suitor at the recently held feast.

Aegon x sister!reader (super freaking filthy) 18+ SMUT

Y/n was kneeling infront of her brother, him looking down at her with pure lust and love. Gods forbid how much he loved his sister. “You’re so beautiful” he said in a dreamy voice with a few seconds of silence between it before slapping her cheek in a punishing manner. Aegon grinned, carefully inspecting the red mark he now had left on her and grabbed her by the chin. “Don’t you ever talk to him again”

Today the Targaryens had held a feast in order to find any potential suitors for y/n. To many peoples surprise she had actually danced with some quite nice lords but Aegon on the other hand couldn’t stand it at all. Especially when the Starks eldest son seemed to be very interested and nice towards his lovely sister. They talked and laughed together for some time and y/n even seemed to enjoy his company. Aegon just watched them in disbelief and jealousy.

It has to be said that it was quite hard to find suitors for the targaryen princess, as it’s almost everywhere known that the young girl is rather rebellious and adventurous, especially when it comes to sexual interactions. She had been seen several times at the flea bottom whore house and almost through the whole red keep there were spread many rumours that her older brother Aegon had laid with her too. Alicent had completely lost her hopes for her uncontrollable daughter many years ago, so when the young Stark lord showed interest in her earlier she got so incredibly relieved and happy for her, thinking her reputation could be saved with marriage.

But Aegon had a different opinion on that. He was in love with his little sister for probably his entire life. He loved the fact she was so rebellious and different than the rest of the boring people at the red keep. They had a great friendship throughout their childhood, always close and near one another and when they grew older they found new exiting ways to have fun with each other. Aegon was indeed the first one she had ever had a sexual encounter with and to no ones surprise the one who took her maidenhood quite early. Alicent and Viserys despised them for a very long time but they couldn’t do anything about it. They had each other’s back. Always.

Y/n did sleep and fuck with other men too, at brothels or taverns, some guards even, but Aegon always happened to grow so jealous of them. He wanted her to himself. Every single part of her.

“You’re such a whore of a sister but I fucking love it.” Y/n looked up at her brother, her cheek still stinging from his slap but it gave her some sort of pleasure. She loved the way Aegon was with her. Just the sexual tension between them made her feel absolutely thrilled and indescribably horny. She had fucked many men but nobody did it like Aegon does. The siblings had such big desire for each other, absolutely devoted to see one another in filth and excitement at any daytime and at any place they were at. The gardens, the carriage, the kitchen, they even fucked once on the iron throne when everyone was asleep.

Aegon quickly got rid of his belt and undid his pants, giving his sister little to no time to prepare for what’s coming next. He bit his lip as she immediately opened her mouth wide for him and he rammed his cock down her throat, clawing his hands into her soft white hair. Aegon held her tight and made sure every inch of his hard cock was down her throat. He didn’t care about her tearing up nor her desperate gagging. He just wanted y/n to please him fully. He loved the sounds she made and the vibrations of her voice. He grinned down at his cock drunk sister and growled, hands now forcefully guiding her head off of him.

“Look at you” he said while already slightly creaming at the sight of her drool and tear covered face looking up at him. “I love to see you suffering, I fucking love to see the pain in your stupid fucking face whist you still eagerly provide me pleasure.” he gently caressed her red wet cheek, his eyes going all soft and vulnerable at the sight of her happy exhausted face expression. “So happy and pretty with your head all empty for me”

He then threw her on the bed, stomach first, grabbing his sisters ankles and yanking her near the edge of it where he was still standing. He didn’t care and he didn’t want to wait any longer so he ripped her dress apart, making y/n squirm in shock. Aegon then hummed and slightly moaned while guiding his palm up her bare back. “So so beautiful…” he praised under his breath as he looked at her aching and wetness leaking cunt. Y/ns head was still spinning from the lack of oxygen but she was more than ready for the filth that was about to hit any second.

“I’ll give you all of me if you give me all of you” Aegon whispered in her neck as his fingers gently played with her hot cunt. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure and pushed her ass back into him, wanting to feel more and closer to her brother. Aegon chuckled in response, his already hurting cock in his free hand, ready to provide them both with the pleasure they were so desperately seeking in each other.

The oldest Targaryen didn’t even hesitate, slammed all the way into his sister and held himself as deep as possible inside of her. Both of them crying out in satisfaction. He reached for y/ns underbelly, slightly pulling her up against his torso while pressing down onto her to make sure she took every last inch of him. He felt his cock pushing inside of her with his hands pressed on her abdomen, making both of them moan out loud when he pressed onto it. Her warmth and tightness made him immediately twitch inside of her. Y/ns eyes rolled back as her head fell onto the mattress and Aegons short nails digged into her ass cheeks. He hummed into her back, still trying to reduce any separation of her and him.

He desired the complete and utter domination over his sister, he wanted to make her his, he wanted to mark her with his cock and cum so no other man would ever allow himself near her again. He wanted to bind his sister to him, showing her that all the shitty men she once had before him were nothing and total losers compared to him.

He slammed his cock into her over and over again, never seeking to stop nor be gentle with her. He grunted and moaned in pleasure. This was all he had ever dreamed of and the fact that y/n seemed to enjoy it just as much made him only go faster and rougher. He fucked her so hard, the young princess wasn’t even capable of finding any words, just laying there getting fucked stupid by her brother. He stuffed her aching cunt full of his cock over and over and he was planning on never missing a day without it ever again.

Of course Aegon was fully intending to release inside of her, breeding her and seeing her full and stuffed with his cum. He wanted to milk her tight hot hole all the time and make her drip and leak of it as much as possible.

Y/n squeezed her brother heavenly as she came around him and dug her nails even deeper into the mattress underneath her. “Aegon please…” is all her empty brain could release from her mouth. Aegon was breathing so heavily, looking down at the red and bloody mess he caused on her burning ass cheeks. “Yes, yes come on me.” he growled as he reached for her head again, forcefully grabbing her by the hair in order to get her mouth to open wide for him. Y/ns toes curled and her thighs began to shake because of the way Aegon still fucked her hard through her high. He looked down at her crying state, blank eyes looking back into his before he spat into her mouth and threw her head back into the mattress again.

Shorty after he came balls deep inside of her clenching cunt but that still wasn’t enough for him. He still wanted more. He demanded all of her. He pulled out once, just for a second, making both of them whine in loss of each other as he looked at the beautiful creamy mess they made together. He cussed under his breath for a moment and guided his milky shiny cock into her again. He surely wasn’t done with her. He never wanted her to forget what having fun with him felt like. He wanted to give her cunt a beating, a memory of what true pleasure is like, something it’s never gonna forget again and will remember forever. He didn’t want her to ache for others anymore. He was going to be the only one to wreck her like that. Just him. Nobody else ever again.

“I want to give you my cum so fucking bad, every fucking day y/n, it’s yours, only yours to take. As soon as you swell with my child nobody will want you anymore. You’ll be mine. Only mine.”

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 9 months

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Rev. 22:20 - Chapter One: Confession

Warnings: Mild angst, talk of religion, unhappy family circumstances, male masturbation. Word count: ~1.6k (this is just the initial set-up; future chapters will be longer once we get to the meat of the story)

Summary: Aemond accompanies his mother to the Sept and notices someone he hasn't seen before.

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Aemond looks across at his mother, Alicent, as their carriage rolls over the cobbled streets of King’s Landing. She seems pensive, almost sad, her large brown eyes gaze wistfully out of the window as her fingers fidget nervously in her lap. His own tap rhythmless against his thighs, and he can’t help but wonder if she feels as lonely as he does. He would never dream of asking her though, he has never been one for words of affirmation. Aemond shows his love for his family by being a dutiful son, actions are far louder than words could ever be.

Part of this involves accompanying his mother on her weekly visits to The Grand Sept. She is a pious woman, a devout follower of the Seven; she prays before meal times, before bed and goes to the Sept every week without fail. He is unsure if she has always been unhappy, if it’s something he has been oblivious to before. He has never not accompanied Alicent to the Sept, but as a child he would busy himself playing chase with Helaena around the huge stone pillars while their mother lit candles and knelt in prayer.

The urge to play chase left him when he lost his eye, and Helaena grew more withdrawn too. As they got older, he stayed quiet, allowing mother and daughter to bond, acting as a silent, unmoving presence in the midst of their conversations. When Helaena’s pregnancy with the twins advanced to a stage where it was cumbersome for her to move around too much, she stopped joining them, and when the babes were born, it was too much of a fuss to get them both dressed and bring them along. Their ceaseless wailing would have been an unwelcome presence anyway, so it became just the two of them.

His father, Viserys, has been in ill health for as long as he could remember, and has never joined them. His grandsire, Otto, hasn’t either, always too busy with his duties as Hand of the King. He is certain that if neither of these things were the case, that they wouldn’t come along anyway; they are not men that care about their families, as much as they claim to be.

Aemond asked his mother once if Aegon had ever been to the Sept with her. She had sighed and said that it had last been when she was still able to carry him.

“If I’d have known the last time I put him down that that would be the final time I’d ever pick him up, I’d have held on a little longer - to all of you.”

Aemond had said nothing, swallowing thickly around the uncomfortable feelings that arose within him, and leant forward to light a candle, an action he hoped she found comfort in.

He does not share his mother’s belief in the Seven, he is a proud Targaryen and, given the choice, he would prefer to worship the old Gods of Valyria, but he observes the Faith of the Seven for Alicent’s sake. He sees the way her mouth shapes his brother’s name in her quiet pleas for the Mother’s mercy; he would never allow her to shoulder the burden of a second disappointment for a son.

While Alicent prays, Aemond bows his head in quiet reflection, thinking about his studies, his training, when he might next ride on dragonback. His mother never asks him what it is he prays for, and he’s grateful that she spares him the need to lie, although he suspects she knows he doesn’t bother, and that’s why she elects not to pry.

The sept feels more draughty than usual today when they enter, and Aemond’s knees protest uncomfortably as he kneels beside his mother, despite the cushion beneath him. He squirms irritably, silently cursing both himself for not wearing thicker clothing and for the lack of support the cushion provides on his aching kneecaps.

Alicent’s head bows, her eyes close as her hands clasp together in front of her, so she does not notice her son’s quiet grousing beside her. He is glad she is not able to see his discomfort, but he cannot possibly fathom the idea of shutting his eye and losing himself to his thoughts when he’s shivering with cold and in pain.

He is grateful for having kept his eye open when he sees her, his painful joints and gooseflesh long forgotten as he drinks in the sight of her, his lips parting involuntarily. The refracted sunlight through the Sept window dapples in her hair and illuminates her graceful features. She is a vision of the Maiden herself and Aemond ponders if perhaps she is one of the seven faces made flesh as she descends the staircase, replacing candlesticks as she goes. He has never seen a woman more beautiful.

His eyes linger over the white robes she wears. She is a Septa - no - a novice; she is missing the seven colour corded belt and crystal pendant that Septas wear, she must still be in training. Aemond wonders what curves he might find hidden beneath the layers she wears, lamenting the fact he will never find out, she will have taken a vow of chastity. This does little to quell the fire that has been stoked within him, however, as he continues to stare at her, willing with all his might for her to look back at him.

He strains painfully against his breeches as she sweeps across the chancel, utterly oblivious to his presence. Could a Septa refuse a Prince? He is uncertain, but he knows that the divinity that the Seven preaches now makes sense to him. If there were ever a creature worthy of holy reverence then it would be her, he is certain of it.

Aemond’s mind races with thoughts of what her voice must sound like, how she would smell, how she feels, tastes–

“Finished already?”

His head whips around to his mother, startled out of his impure thoughts. His right eye blinks rapidly and he exhales a shaky breath through his nose. “Mmm.”

“Very well,” Alicent sighs, rising to her feet and dusting off her skirts with her hands.

Aemond stands with her, though his eye remains fixed on the young woman that moves about ahead of them. He cannot tear himself away, she is ethereal, and worse still, utterly forbidden.

Alicent follows Aemond’s line of sight before speaking. “Oh, there’s a new novice,” She says cheerily.

He feels the tips of his ears grow hot at having been caught staring and clears his throat, eager to disguise his indiscretion. “I have never seen a Septa that is not near death before.”

His mother clicks her tongue. “The Grand Sept is a center for religious training. I expect she’s from a noble family and has been sent here to take her vows.”

As they walk towards the large double doors of the building, Aemond spares a glance back at her over his shoulder. It’s only then that she looks up. It is the merest of glances, before she turns away again, yet to Aemond it means absolutely everything. She has noticed him.

He is filled with nervous energy, with no outlet for it, as the carriage makes its way back to the Red Keep. His leg bounces impatiently, a far cry from his usual stoicism.

“Sometimes I wish I’d given myself to the Faith and become a Septa,” Alicent muses quietly, picking her fingernails absentmindedly. “Instead of…”

Her eyes go wide with realisation at what she has said, her tone immediately becoming apologetic. “Oh, Aemond, I am sorry. I did not mean–”

He shakes his head, his lips quirking slightly. “I know you would never wish away my existence, Mother, you simply long for a better one for yourself. I am sorry that your circumstances are not happier.”

She smiles gratefully at him, lacing her fingers with his and giving a gentle squeeze. When she eventually lets go, Aemond withdraws his hand back to his lap, allowing himself to become lost in thought again.

Were her family circumstances unhappy? Is that why she’d decided to become a Septa? He was desperate to see her again, to speak to her. He needed to go back.

“Do you ever think about visiting the Sept more frequently?” He asks his mother, attempting to sound more casual than the question feels.

“I think once a week is often enough,” She replies softly.

“You wouldn’t wish to go more often?” He asks.

She raises an eyebrow at him. “Why? Is there some great sin you’re looking to atone for?”

“Hm. No, just curious,” He says, deciding to let the matter drop.

That evening as Aemond lays atop the bedclothes, his hand finds its way to his cock, fisting around it for relief. He hasn’t endured a moment where it hasn’t been painfully hard since visiting the Sept, and thoughts of her flood his mind as he rapidly strokes the length of himself.

Her pretty face, her beautiful eyes, her luscious lips and lustrous hair, the way she carries herself. It all drives him to near madness. He grunts as he feels the familiar pressure building at the base of his spine, imagining pushing her robes above her hips and burying his face between her thighs as he inhales deeply.

Aemond groans loudly as the thought pushes him over the edge, pulsating as spurts of hot spend coat his fingers and lower abdomen.

He is sure of one thing and one thing only, however; if he has to sin to see her again then he’s going to lie, lie, lie…

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littlebumblebeesstuff · 4 months

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Baby Steps

Prompt: First time regressing with Rosalie and Emmet.

Notes: GN!Reader. Mentions of pull-ups. Fluff and Angst

Rosalie and Emmet would be the first to admit that they were desperate for a child. Despite knowing that it wasn’t possible, they still yearned for a baby.

During an attempt to curve this need, they stumbled upon age regression.

Suddenly, it felt like all their problems could be solved.

An adult human, who would regress to being little… if all went well the couple could turn their little and keep them forever!

And that is where you came into their lives.

It had taken years for them to find you, as they were confined to Forks. But when you came over as a transfer student, Edward was able to identify you easily; your worries about slipping and regressing on your first day practically screaming over the others thoughts.

Rosalie worked hard to gain your trust as a friend, and then as a lover to her and Emmet. They were never sexual with you, not that you cared.

They spent time with you, helped you with your studies. Emmet loved to do things for you- in an attempt to get you to slip with them. He would say things like, “ahh-ah, let me get that for you baby. You are much too small” or “You sure you don’t want to snuggle up for a nap? You have been working so hard and your little eyes must be so tired”.

Rosalie was just as bad. Cupping your cheeks to pepper kisses over your face, buying water bottles with the pop up straws for you to drink from - they were so similar to your sippy cups. She would spoil you with cute outfits and loved to dress you up so you could show Emmett.

The rest of the Cullens didn’t seem to care about what Rosalie and Emmet were doing. Alice had whispered assurances to the couple when they felt like things weren’t going to plan. Jasper actually didn’t mind spending time with you, but only really did it when you were working on your maths work. Carlisle and Esme always doted on you, and welcomed you with open arms.

In fact, it was Carlisle who introduced Rosalie and Emmett into the world of being a Caregiver to an age regressor.

It took 4 months into the relationship for you to slip with Rosalie and Emmett, and it was completely accidental.

The others had gone off to visit their friends up North, leaving Rosalie and Emmett with an empty house for the week.

You went over on the Friday, with plans to stay the whole week. On Saturday morning, you woke up between Rosalie and Emmett. You were in your fluffy pyjamas, a must have to keep you warm because they were cold.

There was a little nagging voice at the back of your head as you nuzzled into Emmetts chest, whining softly as you woke up.

Immediately, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you close and a nose presses into your hair.

“Morning little bubba, you sleep ok?” Emmetts rumbling voice quickly soothed that nagging voice and you let out a little babble in response.

Usually you woke up quickly, turning to lie on your chest so you could see both of them- so this automatically caught their attention and the two vampires shared an excited look.

“Is our little darling still sleepy?” Rosalie asked softly, pressing herself to your back as she tucks some loose strands of hair behind your ear.

You just hum softly, struggling to wake up. You often regressed between the ages of 3-6, but sometimes you could be as little as 1, where all you wanted was to be held.

Still being so sleepy, you missed the conversation happening over your head.

“Rose, I think we should put our little one in a pull up. I’m not sure how old they are feeling”

Emmett muttered, holding you close as Rosalie nodded in agreement.

“I know our little one is usually no younger than 3 when we watch them at nights- but I think they are feeling very little today”

Rosalie pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Go make a bottle, I will get them changed”

Rosalie and Emmett share a quick kiss before Rosalie takes you in her arms and steps into the normally locked side room that they had turned into a nursery for this exact moment.

You whine a little and babble softly as Rosalie carries you through, setting you down on the changing mat.

She hums softly, keeping you calm and settled as she starts to undress you. The pyjama trousers come off easily but there is a bit of wiggle needed to get the top off.

Before long Rosalie pulls a pull-up over your legs and smoothes the band as it settles in place, making sure it fits properly. After that, she takes out a Winnie the Pooh onesie, with the feet and hands covered so that you don’t accidentally scratch yourself.

“Such a good little baby, hmm? Let’s get some warm milk to fill that little tummy. Then you can cuddle with us all day”

Rosalie gets a blanket and wraps it around you, making sure to swaddle you tightly. Once you are swaddled and cozy, Rosalie takes you into her arms again, rubbing a hand over your back as she carries you downstairs.

Emmett is waiting with a bright smile, bottle in his hand as he waits for Rosalie to come down with you.

“Look at you! A cozy little bubba”. Emmet smiles as he takes a seat and takes you from Rosalie’s arms and wrapped an arm around your blanketed body, leaning you into him as he brought the bottle of warm milk to your lips.

The warm milk filling your belly brought your mind into focus, and your breathing steadied with each sip.

Everything seemed to come crashing down.

Seeing your reflection in the mirror opposite the sofa with the Winnie the Pooh onesie on, the bottle that was in your mouth and the paci that is secured with a clip to your onesie. The feel of the pull-up….

You panicked.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you turn your head away from Emmett as he tried to feed you.

Before you could even take a breath to let out a cry, Emmett had you in his arms, standing up as he rocks you while shushing you.

“It’s ok bubba, daddy is right here. It’s all ok, I got you”

Usually his voice soothed you effortlessly, but now it just wound you up more. Hearing Emmett call himself ‘daddy’ had that nagging voice screaming in your head again.

They were going to hate you! They probably thought that you were weird!

“Baby? Little one, it’s ok. It’s ok. Me and Emmett understand that you are feeling little.”

Rosalie’s sweet voice fills your ears as she brushes away your tears with her thumbs.

“Me and Em are caregivers, darling. No need to be all upset, we aren’t going anywhere.”

With each word you start to calm down a little bit, understanding that they don’t think that you are weird.

“We have been wondering when you would mention it love bug, but waking up with you feeling oh so little was the best.” Emmett says with a smile, kissing your cheek.

“You seemed very little this morning baby, so we just wanted you to feel safe and comfortable. We’re sorry if-“

“Em, our little one isn’t big enough for a complicated discussion like that.” Rosalie chided gently.

“Let’s wash your pretty little face, and then we can make another bottle and put a movie on, how does that sound darling?”

You blink at Rosalie, trying to figure out how to say what you were feeling, but she was right. You were too little to express that. Instead, you nod your head, tucking it back under Emmetts chin as he chuckles and rubs your back soothingly.

Emmett takes you to their bathroom and gently washes your face with a washcloth, making funny faces in an attempt to get you to laugh.

Only after you had spent a minute or so giggling did he take you back down stairs where Rosalie had your new bottle of warm milk.

They sat on the large sofa, Rosalie tucked into Emmetts side as his arm slung around her shoulder, his gaze fixed on you as Rosalie gave you your bottle, smiling again you as you drank it.

Before long your tummy was full of warm milk and your eyes felt heavy. You were now sucking on the nub of the empty bottle and Rosalie pulled it away and replaced it with your paci- soothing you before you could even whine.

You fell asleep like that, in Rosalie’s arms. Curled up and softly sucking on your paci, all the big emotions from earlier leaving you exhausted in the arms of your mama and daddy.

Rosalie and Emmett finally felt complete. They finally had their little one, and God help anyone who tries to hurt you.

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Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) part 10

previous part ~ series masterlist

pairings: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: The ending to our chaotic faves.

warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (p in v, fingering, praise, light hair pulling) descriptions of rehabilitation for addiction

word count: 4.1k

note: the ending to our chaotic faves, I'm already emotional I hope you all enjoy this final chapter! 🥹 🫶🏻

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You held Aemond’s hand walking into the skyscraper. You’d driven into the city together, Aemond’s hand wrapped tightly around your thigh the whole time he drove, long fingers tapping mindlessly on the soft skin.

You love him.

It’s all you’ve been thinking of since leaving the hospital, it’s all you think about every waking moment, every time you close your eyes to sleep. Every blink, every heartbeat is echoed by those three words.

I love you.

You haven’t told him. You’re not sure when the right time will be. Luke was just released, and Aegon was just getting ready to leave for treatment. As soon as he was ready to go another thing happened. Viserys had been so sick for a while, and finally in his sleep passed away. So Aegon’s leaving was delayed until after the funeral.

It was a small affair. Aemond was stoic and silent throughout, not wanting to talk, not wanting to speak at all. Rhaenyra gave a eulogy and Alicent spoke some words as well. And that was it. Helaena and Rhaenyra were the saddest, teary-eyed, and melancholic. The boys held their true feelings inside of them, you were sure of it.

Now the settlement has begun.

You wish everything would calm down, wish you had a moment to breathe. They’re mostly good things, but still. It’s a lot for anyone to handle.

Helaena is waiting for you both in the lobby. She’s wearing a dress that reaches her calves, a deep forest green color. Her hair is pulled back from her face, and a dark blazer rests on her shoulders. She’s minimized her normally excessive jewelry which is such an odd sight, as though she’s missing a crucial part of her. You can see her fingers clearly without her rings, the beetle tattoo on her right-hand pointer finger staring at you.

“Ready for this?” she asks Aemond more than you.

It’s just them. No Daeron, no Aegon. Helaena and Aemond, are the two representatives of that side of the family tree.

“As I’ll ever be,” Aemond answers.

You glance at him. He looks formal as well, though it’s not as jarring as Helaena’s look. Aemond wears a perfectly fitted black suit, a sapphire blue pocket square the only pop of color. He has opted to keep the chain he usually wears around his neck, you can just see it under the collar of his shirt, catching the light.

His silky hair is pulled back into a bun, out of his face, accentuating his sharp features. You wish you could go in with them if nothing more than to show your support. As you walk down the hallway and into the elevator, Aemond snakes his hand around your waist, pulling you closer. He leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You okay?” he murmurs, lips tickling your ear.

I love you.

Your heart nearly bursts. Here he is, on the most stressful day of his life, and he’s wondering how you’re doing. He never ceases to amaze you. You turn your face toward him.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, “I should be asking you that.”

Aemond chuckles. Helaena shifts nervously and you reach for her hand. The buttons in the elevator glow, dinging with each floor you pass.

“It’ll be over soon enough,” Aemond answers, grip tightening on your waist, “we’ll get through it, we always do.”

“Hopefully not in pieces,” Helaena snarkily adds, and you squeeze her hand.

The elevator dings and you walk out. A grand lobby is in front of you, with a receptionist desk and several leather couches forming a circle. The receptionist smiles, before standing.

“Mr. Targaryen, Ms. Targaryen,” she greets, moving out of her desk.

Aemond’s hand remains resting on your hip as though he’s not ready to part with you.

“If you’ll follow me right this way, we can begin,” she tells them.

You place your hand over Aemond’s beginning to unravel yourself from his grip. His fingers tug lightly on the fabric of your dress, as though he’s not ready to let go.

“I’ll wait right here,” you assure him, squeezing his hand.

It’s so cold without his embrace.

Aemond nods, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your forehead, following it with one on your lips. Helaena takes a deep breath, steadying herself, before beginning down the hallway towards a large glass room. You can see Daemon and Rhaenyra already seated, across from Otto Hightower.

You weren’t allowed in the room. When Rhaenyra and Daemon had walked into Casterly Rock Law Firm the very air seemed to vibrate. Their presence was powerful, it signified the turning tide.

Aegon wasn’t present. He was already on his way to treatment. Otto insisted he didn’t need to be there, and that we could phone him in if necessary.

Jace and Luke also were not there. They sent their lawyer and that was it. They were done with the band long ago.

It’s going to be a long day.

Aemond glances at you, and even though he’s intimidatingly tall, and looks the part of a terrifyingly handsome businessman, he still manages to look at you with such fondness you think you might keel over.

I love you.

“Good luck,” you tell him instead, and he follows Helaena down the hall.

You bring yourself to one of the couches, place your bag down, and reach for your phone. It’s early and bound to be a long day. There’s a fish tank in the corner, much like the ones you might see in a dentist's office. You find that is the majority of your entertainment, watching the exotic fish swim around and around.

You go down to the main floor at one point to a coffee shop there. You spend some time scrolling through your phone, texting Baela and Rhaena updates while snacking on a muffin and coffee. You decide to bring Helaena and Aemond coffee, paying the barista, and heading back upstairs.

A little while later, you hear the conversation become louder. Several people leave the room and you focus on the words you hear float down the hallway.

“The album is out, the damage is already done,” Daemon says, leaning back in his seat.

He looks pissed, silver hair disheveled as though he’s been running his hands through it.

“We can divide the royalties,” Otto tells him, “Rhaenrya can get an even split.”

“You think money just fixes everything, don’t you?” Daemon says, eyes narrowing.

“Let’s recess,” one of the lawyers says, breaking the tension in the room.

You hear Rhaenyra and Daemon arguing as they exit the glass room and walk down the hallway.

“Daemon-” Rhaenyra begins, grabbing his arm. He angrily pulls away from her.

“You should have consulted me,” Daemon snaps, “before agreeing to this foolishness.”

“It’s the only way,” Rhaenyra argues, “I’m done tearing everyone apart.”

“It is them who have wronged you-”

“So what?” Rhaenyra asks incredulously, shaking her head, “So I sue my siblings? Maybe I’ll win, and then what?”

Daemon glares, not speaking.

“This isn’t what I wanted,” Rhaenyra tells him, “this isn’t what I ever wanted.”

“You wanted to be a star,” Daemon argues, placing a hand on her cheek.

Rhaenyra’s face falls, silver hair hiding her face.

“Not like this,” she tells him.

It is then Daemon notices you, the two coffees you hold in your hands. He drops his hand from Rhaenyra’s cheek, shoving them into the pockets of his suit. Rhaenrya turns, giving you a tentative smile.

Daemon walks in the opposite direction, not speaking to you.

“How’s it going?” you ask Rhaenyra as she sighs.

“As well as it can, I suppose,” she tells you.

You nod. The coffee cups are burning your palms but you don’t move to leave.

“Thank you,” you tell her, “for being the bigger person. I don’t think-” you pause trying to find the right words for what you want to say, “I don’t think they could have been.”

Rhaenyra smiles knowingly.

“They have more obstacles than I do,” she agrees, her gaze flickering back to the glass room, where Otto Hightower still sits, speaking to Aemond and Helaena.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell her, heading into the room.

An exiting lawyer holds the door for you, and Aemond and Helaena look up as you enter. Helaena smiles softly, while Aemond’s face remains more neutral. Though there is a shimmer in his eye when he sees you. Otto stops speaking, waiting for you to leave.

You place the coffee in front of them.

“Thanks,” Helaena says, smiling though her eyes are tired already.

Aemond holds his hand out to you and you take it, letting him gently squeeze your fingers. He’s tense, painfully stressed you can tell. You hope the small touch relaxes him a bit. Otto watches you like a hawk, you can feel his eyes following the connecting path of Aemond’s hand to yours. You squeeze his fingers once more before letting his hand fall, exiting the room.

Rhaenyra is still standing outside. Daemon has yet to return.

“It’s probably going to be a few more hours,” Rhaenyra tells you, “these things can go on forever.”

“You’ve done this before?” you ask.

Rhaenyra shrugs.

“Not really,” she tells you, “I joined my father a few times. He had a lot of legal problems back in the day.”

You nod, feeling as though you’ve heard that story before.

“Are you going to hang around all day?” Rhaenyra asks.

You look into the room once more, and watch Aemond tap his fingers against the table. The only sign he’s uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” you tell her, “it’s worth the wait.”

The hours go by slowly as you wait in the lounge on a sleek leather couch. You text Baela and Rhaena throughout, sending them updates and whatnot, though there are few. You’re kept pretty much in the dark.

The sun begins to sink in the sky as the hours tick by, and at some point, you’ve begun laying on the couch, sleep drifting over you. Until a hand brushes some hair from your face, startling you awake.

“What happened?” you mumble, lifting your head.

“Shhh,” Aemond’s gentle timbre greets you, “it’s alright, princess. It’s over.”

You blink several times, seeing Aemond crouching in front of you, Helaena standing behind him, coat draped over her arms. You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, as Aemond stands.

“Well?” you ask, desperate to know the outcome.

“Everything’s okay,” Helaena says, “Rhaenyra is getting an even share of the royalties from the album, she’s even open to collaborating again.”

Your eyes widen.

“That’s great Hel,” you tell her and mean it. Helaena’s music means everything to her.

Aemond and Helaena share a look.

“What else?” you ask.

“Dracarys is over,” Aemond tells you, “Officially. Jace and Luke don’t want to continue playing, and with Aegon in treatment…” he trails off.

“Aegon never really wanted this,” Helaena finishes, “I mean, we all know that. He did it because Otto made him. The band made him worse. Maybe without it, he would be okay.”

You grab Helaena’s hand, standing from the couch.

“He’s going to be okay, Hel,” you tell her, “he’s getting the help he needs.”

“I know,” Helaena says, sighing, “I just wish he didn’t need it in the first place.”

Your heart hurts for her. Breaks for the whole family.

“You want me to come over?” you ask her.

Helaena sighs, shaking her head.

“That’s sweet, but I’m okay,” she tells you, “I just need a shower and to go to bed. It’s been a long day.”

“Yeah, of course, Hel. Whatever you need,” you assure her, nodding.

You walk out of the building together, but part ways in the parking garage. You and Aemond drove together, and wait for Helaena to leave, sitting in the car in silence. Aemond’s hands grip the steering wheel, but he doesn’t start the car yet.

“Are you okay?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” Aemond says, “I feel good. I feel…” he trails off for a moment, “weightless.”

Your eyes flicker about his face, a small smile coming forth on your own.

“Weightless?”

“Yeah,” he continues, releasing a deep breath, “I feel like all this time I was trying to hold everything together, hold everyone together. Hold myself together. And now that it's over I feel…lighter.”

You don’t say anything, giving him the space to continue. He glances at you.

“It feels fucking good,” he tells you, and then he smiles. Smiles like he’s free.

Your face mirrors his and there’s no stopping it this time, the words fall from your lips effortlessly, unconsciously.

“I love you,” you tell him.

Aemond’s breath catches, his violet eye widens and for a moment you think you’ve chosen the wrong time to confess your feelings. Your cheeks heat up and you blink rapidly, tearing your gaze from his. You clear your throat and his hand moves on top of yours. You meet his eye once more.

“I love you,” he tells you, “I have loved you for a while now.”

You release a shaky breath, smiling softly.

“A while?” you ask.

“As long as I can remember,” he confesses, “as long as you’ve been around.”

You listen, eyes wide.

“Why didn’t you-”

“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupts, “we found our way to each other eventually.”

You wonder how Aemond held onto that faith that you’d come to him eventually, that the heated arguments would turn into raw passion. Or maybe it was passion all along. You think back at all the interactions, all the breadcrumbs that led you toward him.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” you tell him.

“Don’t be,” he assures you, “I wouldn’t change anything.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Anything?”

“Well,” he thinks for a moment, “No. No, I wouldn’t.”

You smile, squeezing his hand.

“Are you ready to go?” you ask, desperate to get home, desperate to forget this day and snuggle up with him.

Aemond’s eye flickers over you.

“Get in the backseat,” he says, surprising you.

Desire pools in your belly, makes your stomach flip flop.

“What?”

“Should I repeat myself?” he asks, a smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

Your face flushes, but you open the door to get out. As you open the door to the backseat, you glance around the parking garage. There are cars, but no people around. It’s getting late, people are bound to come for their cars soon. Aemond slams his door shut, sliding into the backseat.

“C’mere,” he says, taking your hand.

You slide into the seat, as Aemond pulls you to his lap so you’re straddling him.

“People are going to see,” you whisper as his lips connect with yours, effectively silencing every complaint you had prepared.

“We’ll be quick,” Aemond murmurs against your lips, fingers digging into your hips.

You whine into his mouth, grinding yourself against the hardness between his legs. You can feel his smile against your mouth as you wrap your arms around him.

“Aemond-” you moan as his hand travels up your back, tugging the roots of your hair, and exposing your neck.

He brings his mouth to your throat, nipping and sucking just the way you like, leaving you thrashing against him. It’s hard to pay attention to the outside, but you’re sure you see a figure walk past, some poor businessman just trying to get to his car. You whimper, both from Aemond’s attention and from the fear of being caught. Aemond merely chuckles, hands palming your breasts.

“I like you all nervous like this,” he murmurs, kissing your lips once more, “look at you, pretty girl.”

“We should go home,” you tell him, nails gently tracing the chain that hangs around his neck, “finish what we started.”

Aemond grins, reaching under your skirt and stroking your panties. Your lips part and he moves the lace aside, sinking a finger inside you.

“You really want to stop now?” he asks, and you moan, “tell me, c’mon baby use your words and tell me.”

No words, no thoughts come to your head just Aemond. Just his fingers, fuck he just added another one curling into you just right. Stroking that rough patch that makes you tremble against him, grind your hips into his hand.

“My pretty girl wants to get fucked right now?” he asks, feigning confusion, “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you whine, body flushed with desire.

“Tell me again,” Aemond demands.

“Yes I want you to fuck me now,” you tell him.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, “How can I say no to you?”

“Aemond please,” you beg, muscles clenching around his fingers as your release nears.

“Come on my fingers baby, and I’ll give you what you want,” he tells you, kissing your neck once more.

You come with a strangled cry, thighs trembling. Aemond carefully, but swiftly, removes his fingers and frees his straining cock. You lick your lips, mind still hazy, and sink down on top of his thick member. Aemond’s jaw slacks as you clench around him, slowly beginning to ride him.

He holds your hips, assisting your movements, being careful to make sure you don’t hit your head on the ceiling. You wrap your hands around his face, looking into his violet and sapphire eye.

“I love you,” you tell him again, feeling his cock twitch inside of you.

“I love you,” he tells you, connecting your lips.

It’s a mixture of moans and ‘I love yous’ in the small space, windows clouding with steam as you ride him until both of you find your releases, collapsing into each other, a tangled mess of limbs in the backseat.

90 days later

A garden party is Helaena’s idea. At the Targaryen home. More like the Hightower home now, as Alicent changed her last name the second Viserys’ last breath left his lips. You came early, to help set up.

It’s Aegon’s coming home day, as the banner Helaena hung in the backyard reads. He’s spent the past three months in intense rehabilitation for his drinking. More like a five-star resort really, the best Hightower money could afford.

It’s a beautiful summer day, Helaena is clad in a baby blue sundress, covered with a pattern of ivy twisting its way all over the material. You’re wearing something similar, a nice light, airy sundress to keep cool in the early summer heat.

“Hey!” Baela calls, walking down the hill that dips down to the backyard from the main house.

You’re with Helaena setting up the table, as Baela makes her way to you. Her smile is brighter than the sun as she hurries over to you.

“Hey!” you greet her, throwing your arms around her.

“I’ve missed you,” she whines, holding you close in an embrace.

“It’s been a week, Baela,” you tell her laughing.

She groans, playfully frowning.

“I know,” she says pouting, “but it’s hard! With you officially moving out, and now Rhaena’s moving in with Luke! You’ve all abandoned me!”

Helaena laughs.

“Aren’t you moving in with Jace this weekend?” Hel asks.

“That is beside the point,” Baela argues, but smiles at Hel.

“This is why I live alone,” Helaena says, nodding.

Moving in with Aemond was a new development. You decided that it was time for a new place, to put the old apartment to rest. Aegon agreed to continue living there and Daeron was going to move into Aemond’s old room now that he was back from studying abroad. It would be good for them to keep an eye on each other.

“Speak of the devil!” Helaena adds, waving at Rhaena who comes bounding down the hill.

“Yay! I’ve missed you!” she says, joining Balea and your hug.

You squeeze her tightly, the three of you twirling around. Helaena laughs and you point at her. Her eyes widen and she shakes her head.

“No, I don’t really like group hugs-”

“Hel! Get in here!” Baela says firmly.

Helaena sighs but joins, hugging the pile of you awkwardly. Alicent comes down the hill then, trailed by Daeron and Aemond who are helping her bring food down to the table.

“Very sweet,” she comments, smiling, seeing you all hug, “Is Rhaenyra here yet?”

“Not yet,” Helaena answers as you all pull yourselves from the hug.

Luke and Jace walk down the hill next, followed by Sunfyre who nearly knocks Luke over, sending him tumbling down the grassy hill. The happy golden bounds down the hill, tail wagging manically before racing back up towards the house.

You spot Aegon then.

He pets Sunfyre on the head affectionately. Rhaenyra appears behind him. She’d been the one to pick him up from treatment, she’d insisted.

He looks good. Better. Well.

The dark circles that rim his eyes have nearly vanished completely, and his eyes are clear and cloudless, paying gentle attention to the happenings going on around everyone. His smile reaches his eyes as Helaena embraces him, hands clinging to his shoulders like he is a raft in the middle of the ocean.

It always seems like Helaena is closest to Aemond. But there is something so painfully intimate about Helaena’s relationship with Aegon. Born nearly a year apart, they’re almost like twins; they're so close. Aegon buries his head in her shoulder, holding her close.

You smile as they finish their embrace, looking away for a moment. Aegon spots you, walking over with his hands in his pockets. You’ve never seen him like this. Shy, almost.

“Hey,” he says, smiling tightly.

“How have you been?” you ask.

“I’m good, yeah,” he says licking his lips, “I’m doing well.”

“You look great, Aeg,” you tell him, and it's true.

“How’re you doing?” he asks.

You glance at the group, at everyone so happy and free. It’s like a weight has been lifted from everyone’s shoulders. Even Alicent is smiling, as Rhaenyra talks to her. Everyone is lighter.

“Really good,” you tell him, “Everything’s good.”

“Okay! Let’s do this, Aegon,” Alicent waves him over to the cake, “this cake is for you, because we are so proud of you, and happy you’re home.”

Aegon walks over to his mother, as everyone takes their seats around the table. Aegon sits in front of the cake and Alicent ruffles his hair, before placing a kiss on top of his head. She leaves her hands on his shoulders, sighing contentedly.

“The whole party is for you,” Daeron grumbles, earning a smack on the arm from Helaena.

“Ow!”

“Shush.”

“This is awesome, thanks Mom,” Aegon says, placing his hand over hers.

Alicent reaches to grab something on the table.

“Oh! I forgot the paper plates!” Alicent says frowning.

You stand immediately offering to help.

“I’ll get them, Ali,” you tell her.

“Let me help,” Aemond says, standing with you.

Daeron snorts, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at the two of you.

“Cause it totally takes two people to get plates!” he teases as you hurry up the hill.

Aemond turns around, flipping Daeron off. Alicent frowns disapprovingly, but you can see her smile threatening to break through. Aegon smiles slightly, before looking away. He meets Rhaenyra’s eyes and she gives him a kind smile.

You make your way up the hill, and through the back door into the spacious kitchen. You grab the paper plates on the counter when Aemond comes up behind you, placing a kiss on your neck. You turn around and he captures your lips in a heated kiss.

“Aemond,” you hiss as he grabs your ass.

You move his hand away as he presses his chest into yours, caging you against the counter. He brings a hand to rest against the side of your neck, bringing his lips to the other side.

“We’re in your mom’s kitchen,” you whimper, feeling your resolve fizzle in your skull.

Everyone’s outside, someone could walk in. Aemond’s hands cup underneath your ass, lifting you onto the counter with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer despite your protests.

“We started all this in a kitchen, if you remember,” Aemond murmurs, nibbling against your neck.

Your eyes flutter shut as you tangle your fingers in his hair, getting lost in him. You’d happily stay like this forever. Kissing Aemond, the sounds of the people you love laughing outside in the warm summer air.

“Remind me,” you purr, arching your back to get closer to him.

“I love you,” Aemond breathes against your lips.

He says the words he wishes he said that night in the kitchen.

The words he wished he’d said that morning in the breakfast diner.

The words he wished he said every time Aegon hurt you.

The words he’s told you every day since the settlement.

Now that he has said them, he doesn’t suppose he will ever stop.

That’s perfectly fine with you.

~ The End ~

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The Way Things Go

Aegon Targaryen x Nanny Reader | Series Masterlist

word count: 4.9k

warnings: mentions of neglect, abandonment, family issues, alcohol, smutty mc smut at the end for all you hoes.

thank you as always to my amazing bestie @arcielee for beta reading and improving this, I love you endlessly.

Aegon’s life had been easy, doing what he wanted, when he wanted.

He’d learnt to numb his feelings from a young age, drowning his thoughts and emotions in wine, spirits and drugs.

Parties were Aegon's happy place, his sanctuary. Girls, drugs and booze all day and night. That was his life.

Or it was, until the 11th September three years ago. The day his daughter came into his life.

Alicent, although confused, shocked, and angry, was overjoyed to find the little bundle of joy abandoned at her doorstep with only a note.

“She's yours, Aegon, look after her, I can’t anymore. Her name is Athena.”

Predictably, Aegon had no idea who the mother was.

“Athena,” Alicent whimpered as a mixture of love, pain, and bewilderment settled in her stomach as she held the bundle in her arms.

“Fuck,” Aegon mumbled, unable to even look at her, his heart beating out of his chest, he felt like the world was closing in on him all at once.

Before Alicent could say another word, Aegon ran.

It took seven full days for Aegon to return; his crumpled form was found laying on doorstep by his younger brother Aemond.

“C’mon,” was all Aemond spoke before lifting his older brother to his feet. Aegon said nothing.

“C’mon,” was all Aemond spoke, his long frame leaned over to lift his older brother to his feet. Aegon said nothing.

He brought him back and Aegon slept for hours, waking to the soft sounds of laughter in the room next to him. There was a tiny giggle, something unexpected that caused a flutter in his chest. He instead ignored it, moving to the bathroom instead.

Aegon washed away the remnants of his binge and dressed in cleaned clothes before his curiosity peaked, and he made his way to the room.

He was nervous, rooted at the door frame, peeking through. Helaena, Aemond, and his mother sat around in a circle on the plush carpet, enraptured by the little person crawling between them. She was still unsteady, showing that she’d barely learned to crawl.

Aegon watched, silent. It was undeniable this was his daughter from the curve of her face and the beauty mark on her chin, to her wide eyes that took in everything and toothless grin when she saw him standing. She was pure and at the same time, untouched by his blood with her dark curls and eyes, something that was intimately his and still far apart from his father’s bloodline.

“Aegon,” Helaena whispered so as not to startle him; he looked at her warily. “Come here,” she grinned, motioning with her hands.

He awkwardly entered, unsure where to go until space was created for him to sit down, his gaze never leaving his daughter’s dark curls. She looked at him, a newfound curiosity by the new someone in the room, and she smiled, crawling with ambition towards him and throwing herself into his arms.

Aegon felt his heart stop.

“I think she knows who you are,” Alicent smiled, her eyes glassy.

It took Aegon a year to get on his feet, immediately taking a job at his fathers company to ensure he could provide for both himself and his daughter.

Upon his mother's insistence, they stayed at the manor. Alicent was happy to have them around; she felt proud of her first grandchild, not caring about the circumstances of where she came from, but instead relished in watching her grow, and seeing how Aegon was becoming into fatherhood.

After another year, Aegon had made enough to rent his own place, knowing his mother needed some well deserved time to herself. He chose a penthouse apartment in the city, closer to the office but near the parks that his daughter adored.

He made sure to spend as much time with her as he could, but without Alicent’s help, he began to struggle.

“Aegon, let me hire you a nanny,” his mother insisted.

“No, I can do this, it’s fine,” he replied. He knew she was right, but admitting the harsh truth felt like failure. He’d made many mistakes in his life, his daughter's life, and happiness would not be one of them.

Aegon eventually agreed to the idea and it was another week of his mother and sister interviewing candidates before they could mutually agree on one. The list was simple enough: someone who would watch over Athena during the day while Aegon worked, between the hours of 8am each morning until 5pm each evening, Monday through Friday.

You were terrified of the interview process, intimidated by the large apartment you entered. Alicent, the grandmother, and Helaena, who you initially believed to be the mother, seemed welcoming enough, with soft glances exchanged between as you shared about your experience raising your three younger siblings. You were then introduced to Athena, who offered a toothy grin and took to you instantly, and while you played with her, her giggles and chatter began to fill your soul.

Helena, who you assumed was the child’s mother, introduced you to Athena, who took to you instantly.

You played with her for half an hour, hearing her giggle and chatter filled your soul. By the time you left you were desperate for the position.

Within two days, you’d received confirmation that you’d got the job, jumping around your small apartment with excitement.

For the first few months, you didn’t meet Athena’s father. Only speaking to Alicent, her grandmother, and Helena, who you’d learned was her aunt.The first couple of years, Alicent assisted with looking after Athena, wanting to make the most of her time with her young grandchild as well as the woman hired to watch over her. During this time, you had met Aegon once, maybe twice, but always in passing, not exchanging more than a few words at most.

When 5pm came around, once more as you cleared Athena’s dinner and prepared for the handover. Upon hearing the front door open, you looked up, only to be greeted with a tall, blonde haired man you’d never seen before. “Hi, can I help you?” You asked nervously, wondering how he’d got in the apartment with its strict security.

“Oh Y/N hi, I’m Aegon, Athena’s father,” he smiled and extended his arm to shake your hand. Upon hearing his name your face turned red, embarrassed that you’d not recognised your boss.

“Oh, Aegon, I’m so sorry, nice to see you again,” you mumbled in response, shaking his hand gently, embarrassed that you’d managed to forget what your boss looked like.

Since that awkward encounter, you’d tried to avoid Aegon, embarrassment filled your system every time you saw him.

However, much to your annoyance Aegon had begun working from home. He’d often have lunch with Athena, leaving you to make awkward small talk as you made and tidied away each meal. Aegon noticed how uncomfortable you seemed.

“I’m sorry for changing your routine,” he spoke quietly, helping you dry up the plates you’d just washed.

“Don’t worry about it, she clearly enjoys having you around more,” you smile looking back at little Athena playing with her toys at the table.

A moment of sadness passes over Aegon’s face with her words, realising what they implied.

“No, sorry, that’s not what I meant,” you looked down, cursing yourself, Athena oblivious to the whole conversation.

“I know,” Aegon sighed and half smiled, “I do as much as I can, but someone’s still got to pay for this place,” he joked, coming back to his usual self once more.

It didn’t take long for Aegon to make his way back into his study, shutting the world out for another few hours while he worked.

The next week, you woke up to several missed calls from Aegon; immediately you called him back, heart pattering frantically in your chest, your brain filled with all the terrible things that could’ve happened in one night away.

“Aegon–“ you spoke, panicked.

“Y/N, sorry to ring you so early but I don’t think you should come today, Athena and I are sick,” he mumbled breathlessly.

You enjoyed a moment of relief before you replied, insisting that you were coming anyway and that Athena and Aegon needed adequate care. From Aegon's voice you could tell he wasn’t in a fit state to care for himself, let alone a toddler, so you made your way over to his apartment, ignoring his pleas for you to stay away.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be here,” Aegon grumbled without looking at you from his place on the sofa. You’d let yourself in so he wouldn’t have to get up.

They were laying on the large L shaped sofa, Athena laying with her head on Aegon's chest. You walked over and placed your hand on her forehead as she slept. “She’s burning up,” you commented worriedly.

“I know, her temperature has been 40 degrees since last night, barely slept, bless her,” Aegon looked down anxiously, stroking his daughter's hair.

“You should’ve called me back, I could’ve helped,” you spoke softly, taking the abandoned water glasses and making your way to the kitchen. Aegon just shook his head, you were too kind for your own good.

Despite the awkward introduction, you had grown accustomed to him working from home. You appreciated the presence of an adult and looked forward to the shared lunches, growing more comfortable around Aegon and sharing about your lives; you learned quickly that he was easy to talk with.

You grabbed more water and began making a hot lemon tea for his throat. As the kettle boiled, you grabbed a cold flannel for Athena to reduce her temperature.

“You should get some sleep. I’m here, I’ll watch her,” you spoke reassuringly to Aegon as you handed him the cup of warm liquid.

You watched him pause, reluctant to leave his daughter alone when she needed him. “You can’t look after her while you’re in his state,” you commended, gesturing to his red nose and dark eyes. Aegon nodded, attempting a smile of gratitude before standing up, moving Athena off his lap gently.

“Thank you, I’ll only be an hour,” he relented as he made his way back to his bedroom. You couldn’t help but admire how cute he looked in his plaid pyjama pants and t-shirt.

Aegon's sleepy head resurfaced much more than an hour later, feeling slightly better than he had that morning. He found Athena snuggled up on your lap, asleep once more, cold and flu medicine sitting next to the pair of you on the side table.

As Aegon moved closer, he noticed how pale you’d become. He mentally cursed himself for letting you come over.

“You alright?” He asked as you turned to look at him.

“Yeah, she woke up for a bit and we watched cartoons. I managed to get her to eat something, now she’s sleeping again.” You tried not to wince as you felt pain in your throat, not wanting Aegon to know you were likely coming down with the same illness.

“Let me take over,” Aegon spoke as he sat down next to the pair, pressing the back of his hand over his daughter's forehead to check her temperature.

“No, you’re sick, you need to focus on you getting better,” you protest immediately.

“Y/N,” he spoke firmly in response, “I can tell you’re feeling just as bad.”

“I’m fine Aegon, this is my job,” you deflect, not meaning to have such an annoyed tone with your boss.

“Then let’s at least do it together, and if you feel any worse, let me know and I’ll call you an Uber,” he conceded.

Within the hour, all three of you were asleep on the couch.

Aegon woke up not much later to you having a coughing fit. He immediately moved his daughter gently to the other side of the couch and began patting your back; his yes frantically searching for the glass of water he’d brought over earlier.

After a few moments you finally stopped, breathing heavily and feeling light headed. “Thanks,” you wheezed, sipping the water slowly. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost 8 in the evening,” Aegon replied. He really didn’t want you to leave tonight, especially not in this state. He couldn’t stop the guilt in his chest feeling like this whole situation was his fault.

Before you could reply, a heavy dizziness fell over you and you’d realise you hadn’t eaten since breakfast. You had been too busy focusing on Athena and Aegon, and your appetite had disappeared once you started to feel unwell.

“Aeg-“ you mumbled, your vision completely blurred now as you began to feel sick.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Aegon asked in a panic, kneeling in front of you.

“Daddy what’s wrong with Y/N, she looks funny,” Athena spoke in a tiny, worried voice.

You were barely responding, slumped on the couch. Aegon did his best not to show his panicked face to Athena.

“Y/N’s just really tired, why don’t we let her have a sleepover?” Aegon lifted you up gently as you rested your arm over his shoulders.

“Can you walk?” He whispered, you nodded weakly.

Aegon took you to his bedroom, placing you gently onto the bed as you laid there, face as pale as the walls that surrounded you.

“I’m gonna make you some toast, I’ll be back” Aegon spoke hurriedly after getting you comfortable. You nodded vaguely in response.

“Athena, can you get yourself into bed while Daddy makes Y/N some food. I think she’s come down with our cold,” he spoke to his daughter who nodded. She seemed to have much more energy after sleeping all day.

Aegon arrived back into your room holding a cup of tea and plain toast. He sat in front of you as you leant towards him, the dizziness taking over once more.

“Hey, try eating this,” he spoke softly as he held the toast up to your mouth, noticing you could barely move your arms to do it yourself.

You managed a few bites and started to feel more human again. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I’m meant to be the one helping you.”

“Well we’re friends aren’t we?” Aegon spoke smiling.

His words caused your heart to flutter, your cheeks tinting red.

“Oh, you’ve got some colour back, that’s good,” he commented, not realising it was him making you blush. “You’re not going home tonight, you can stay here and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

As much as you tried to protest, Aegon was having none of it, and eventually, you relented.

It had been a few days since you’d stayed at Aegon’s; Athena was full of joy to find you still there at breakfast the next morning. You emerged in the t-shirt and joggers Aegon had given you, still feeling exhausted.

Aegon called you and Uber and instructed you to rest for a couple of days and for once you listened.

Friday evenings in the Targaryen household always consisted of a large family dinner. It was Alicent’s tradition she’d created as soon as her first child flew the nest.

“Grandmother!” Athena shouted, running into Alicent’s arms as soon as she entered the manor.

“My darling, how are you?” She smiled warmly and hugged her grandchild.

After a few pleasantries and catch ups, the family sat around the large dining table, the servants plating up their dishes as the family chatter filled the room.

Athena insisted on sitting next to her grandmother, loving the adoring attention she gave. “How has your week been my sweet?” she asked softly, placing the napkin on the small child's lap.

“We were poorly but Daddy and I are much better now, so is Y/N,” Athena spoke while playing with her cutlery.

“Oh, your father didn’t mention Y/N was unwell too,” Alicent replied, confused.

“Yes, it was good though because Daddy looked after her and we had a sleepover,” Athena giggled.

“Really? That must have been fun, was Y/N looking after you in your room?” Alicent questioned, as Aegon caught on to what they were discussing.

“No Y/N slept in Daddy’s room–” Athena continued before Aegon promptly interrupted.

“I slept on the couch, she was sick, she couldn’t get home,” he hurriedly confirmed with rosy cheeks.

“I’m glad you looked after her, Y/N is family now.” Alicent replied smiling knowingly. She’d always hoped something would blossom between the pair, having known Y/N for many years now she’d always secretly hoped she would become something more than Athena’s nanny one day.

Aegon’s blush deepened, knowing his mother had caught him out as he glared at Athena. She giggled at her father’s expression; you could tell she was Aegon's daughter, always one for mischief.

“So, what's this I hear about Y/N staying over,” Aemond whispered next to Aegon, his smirk winding him up.

“Shut up, she was sick, I helped, end of,” Aegon muttered.

“Your face says otherwise, brother,” Aemond commented quietly.

“Fuck off,” Aegon whispered under his breath, careful not to let Athena, or worse, his mother, hear his language.

“Bye Grandmother!” Athena shouted, running out onto the large driveway that was bathed in an orange sunset.

“Aegon, before you go,” Alicent spoke, placing her hand on her son's shoulder. “We’re having an event this weekend. I’d like Y/N to come, not for Athena, just as family.”

“Um, I’ll ask,” Aegon spoke, not making eye contact.

“I’ll know if you don’t,'' Alicent shouted as Aegon walked down the steps, trying to get away from his mother’s meddling as quickly as possible.

Friday night came around much quicker than Aegon had anticipated, and predictably, he had still neglected to ask Y/N to his mothers event. Part of him wanted her there, he always felt calmer with her around, and he knew how loathsome his mother’s parties could be, or ‘events’ as she called them.

He walked into the kitchen while you were making lunch for Athena, concentrating on cutting up some vegetables. Oh how he wished you’d never leave, that you were permanently here as his other half. He blushed at his own uncontrolled thoughts, shaking them out of his head.

“Ahh,” you shrieked, turning around to see Aegon, throwing the freshly cut vegetables on the floor. “Aegon! You scared me!”

“Fuck, sorry!” he spoke, running around the kitchen island to help you pick up what you’d dropped.

You suddenly found him close to you, his head looking around the floor frantically picking up bits of cucumber and carrot. When he looked up, his lips were inches from yours, so close you could feel his minty breath. You could help but flick your eyes to his lips as he did the same. You wanted him to kiss you there and then.

“Sorry, it's my fault,” you mumbled, pulling yourself out of your thoughts and trying to hide your reddening face.

“No–” Aegon began before hearing the ringtone of his iPhone. He saw his mother’s name flash up on the screen, knowing it would be another call regarding the invitation.

“Do you need to get that?” you asked, looking at his frozen expression.

“No, uh, it's just about this event my mother has planned for tomorrow, she's asked if you would come.”

“Oh, of course, for Athena?” You question, it wasn’t uncommon for you to assist with looking after Aegon's daughter at family events, but you hadn’t been asked since she was a baby.

“No, actually, she wants you there as family,” Aegon spoke awkwardly.

You looked down and smiled; you’d always loved Alicent, after spending a lot of time with her when you’d first got the job you became close. “I’d love to, will you be going?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Aegon smiled jokingly.

“Oh come on, there will be endless champagne, what's not to love!” And you both giggled.

You’d agreed that the pair of you would share an Uber to the manor, not wanting to walk into the lion's den on your own. Although you loved Alicent, you knew their family friends were not always easy people to get along with, and often looked down on you for your job and lack of social status.

It had taken you hours to get ready, ensuring your makeup was perfect and dress seamless. You had to look perfect for a Targaryen event, and for Aegon.

Athena ran up to you as you entered the apartment with your own key, her own grin making you smile. “Y/N you look beautiful! Daddy, come and look at how beautiful Y/N looks!” she shouted through the apartment.

“Just a minute, angel,” he shouted back. Aegon had also been taking his time getting ready, he felt determined to show you he wasn’t just a workaholic single dad, he could have fun too. Upon thinking that, he then realised that's exactly what a single workaholic dad would say and spiralled into embarrassment once more.

He walked out of his bedroom in frustration, holding his tie at each end. “Wow,” he said without thinking, you looked perfect.

You’d chosen to wear a long dark green dress with a slit going halfway up your thigh, your hair flowing down your shoulders with silver heels peeking out underneath.

“Not too bad yourself,” you laughed in response to his reaction, trying to prevent a blush forming on your cheeks and failing. “Need a hand?” you motioned to his tie.

“Please.”

You giggled and walked over to him, Athena bounding around beside the pair of you. “Can you hold this for me sweets?” you asked Athena, handing her your silver clutch bag. She nodded quickly in agreement, whispering something that sounded like ‘sparkly.’

“Thanks,” Aegon spoke, his mahogany vanilla cologne drawing you in, making you feel intoxicated by his presence. Fuck, you thought, how were you ever going to keep yourself together tonight when all you wanted to do was kiss his perfect lips.

“There you go,” you smiled as he stared into your eyes, looking as if he was about to lean in.

The door opened moments later, startling you both. “Just me!” Helena shouted, closing the door behind her.

Both of you jumped, quickly pulling away causing you to almost fall over Athena.

“Remind me again why you got out of this and I didn’t,” Aegon asked his sister grumpily.

“Because I don’t skip half of the family dinners like you do Aegon,” Helena retorted, running over to Athena for a cuddle.

Athena smiled at her Aunt and hugged her back whispering, “Y/N looks really pretty.”

“She does, doesn’t she,” Helena whispered back, smiling. “Off you go, don’t want to keep mother waiting, and I think I passed your Uber on the way up.”

Aegon pouted like a child as you dragged him towards the door, both of you giggling as you walked down the stairs; Aegon offered to hold your hand to assist you with your incredibly high heels.

The pair of you walked into the entrance hall filled with people. Aegon immediately flagged down the nearest waiter and picked up two glasses of champagne. “We’ll need this.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, clinking glasses.

“I should thank your mother,” you spoke as Aegon sighed. “Then the pleasantries are done and we can get drunk,” you reasoned, making Aegon smile.

“Alicent!” You spoke as you spotted her with Aemond.

“Y/N, you came! I was so worried Aegon wouldn’t invite you,” she beamed, making sure to glare at Aegon momentarily for inviting you at such late notice.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you smiled back, hugging her.

“I’ve missed you so much. We must have you over more, like the old days,” Alicent began waffling to you as Aegon looked more and more bored.

After twenty minutes of chatting, Aegon began to grumble. “What's the point in asking me to invite her mother if you’re going to keep her the whole time.”

“Oh hush Aegon, it's not attractive to be jealous,” Alicent remarked, causing Aegon to look down as he blushed.

“Looks like you need a top up anyway,” Aemond commented looking at your champagne glass, you gave him a grateful look. You enjoyed talking to Alicent, but if you were going to survive the night you really needed another drink.

“Lets go,” Aegon swooped in, placing his arm around your shoulder, taking you off to the bar.

“I know your game, mother,” Aemond commented, smirking.

“I don't know what you mean” she smiled, watching as Aegon and Y/N walked away together.

By nine, Y/N and Aegon were ten glasses of champagne down and heavily tipsy. They’d left the party half an hour ago and escaped to the gardens, tired of old white men asking awkward questions.

“I’m really grateful for you, you know,” Aegon spoke, his thoughts spilling out of him in his alcohol induced state.

“I should be the grateful one, you gave me this job.”

“I couldn’t raise her without you,” he looked up into your eyes, placing a hand on your cheek.

You felt hot as his scent surrounded you, placing your hand on his leg. Your better judgement long gone as you both leaned in, your lips meeting in a long, passionate kiss.

Aegon bought his other hand up to your face and gently bit down on your lower lip, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you fought for dominance. You moaned gently causing his pants to tighten.

You pulled away, both grinning, “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he spoke, breathless.

“Me too.”

Aegon stood up, holding his hand out as he led you into the pool house.

It took all of about 5 seconds to have you up against the wall, his lips attacking yours once more as you both moaned heavily, the alcohol in your system only making you want each other more.

His hand moved slowly down your body, between your legs, sliding his fingers over your centre. He slowly moved his head down, kissing delicately down to your breasts, snaking his hand behind your dress and unlacing the ribbons.

You moved your hands into Aegon’s hair, moaning his name louder and louder as his own hand moved between your legs. His finger curled into you, gently moving in and out, and he growled against your skin when he felt the wetness of your centre.

He entered another finger, making you squirm a little, not used to the intense feeling. "Shhh, I'm just preparing you," he whispered into your ear, only turning you on more. Panting between each kiss, Aegon pulled away, your dress now falling off your shoulders and easy to pull off, focusing every moment on your pleasure.

He knelt down between your legs and gently kissed each thigh. "Please," you begged breathlessly, knowing what he was about to do.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that love," he teased.

"Please Aegon," you moaned, desperate for him to do something, to come undone on his tongue. He began to kitten lick your clit as you pushed yourself further up towards him, your arms barely able to hold you up on the table.

"Someone's needy," he said, his cocky tone vibrating against you, making both of you moan, his face still buried in between your legs.

Noticing you were getting close to your release, Aegon pulled himself away, moving himself up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his warm lips.

He undid his own trousers, positioning himself, ready to take you, to feel all of you. He knew he should be gentle, but he didn't want to be.

Aegon pushed himself into you, giving you a moment to adjust to his size before moving, grunting at the glorious feeling of your spongy walls taking him perfectly. "Fuck, so fucking tight," he moaned into your neck, kissing you roughly now, his animalistic desires taking over.

You moaned into his ear, making him moan in return, he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be deeper. He pushed you back into the hard wooden table, lifting one of your legs up towards your chest, gaining further access, panting and moaning.

His hand reached down between your legs getting you to your own high, "Aeg–” you moaned, the pressure of his rough thumb rubbing circles onto your clit and the feeling of him pulsing inside of you pushing you over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm close," he moaned, kissing you, his tongue making its way into your mouth once more. After a few more strokes, he released himself inside of you, the feeling of you clenching around his length driving him crazy.

Aegon looked up at you, your eyes heavy from your recent high, enjoying the visible pleasure he had just provided you. You both stayed in silence for a moment, panting, smiling. “That was–“ you began, “incredible” he finished the sentence for you.

After regaining composure, you pulled your dress back on, looking slightly dishevelled. “Home?” Aegon asked as you nodded grinning in response.

Before you walked towards the house, Aegon sent a quick text.

Shithead brother: Fancy looking after Athena for the night?

Helena (Sister): I owe mother £20, ffs.

Shithead brother: I’ll take that as a yes.

“Hel’s with Athena for the night,” he said smiling.

“We can continue at my place,” you giggled as he took your hand in his.

The pair of you walked back into the manor receiving shocked looks from the guests. Your appearance giving away your recent activities. Aegon merely smirked and squeezed your hand tighter.

Alicent looked half embarrassed, half pleased, watching the pair of you walk out hand in hand, excited to finally have you as a daughter.

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Dance of Shadows - Chapter II

Thank you to everyone who showed so much love to Chapter I and waited so patiently for this chapter! I do hope you enjoy it. Reading all your comments and seeing your likes and reblogs made me feel so appreciated, so thank you again!

This chapter will be very Daemon/Saenyra focused, but please presume everything else happens as normal <3

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The crowd roared in unison, a crashing wave of victory and excitement rolled through the tourney grounds as the people of King's Landing yelled in celebration - the tourney has begun, and so has Queen Aemma's labours.

Saenyra's father held the tourney in honour of her maybe-brother that was itching and turning to leave her mother's womb.

She wanted to be by her mother's side, to hold her hand, and ground her during the pains of bearing a child.

But Viserys had promised the girl Aemma would be fine, that it was of more importance she was to attend the tourney. As that was where her duty required her to be - an ornament, a prize placed at the forefront of a bloodied battle for men to lust for, soldiers to grovel for, and Lords to prepare bounties in exchange for.

Of course he had not said so directly to her, even his words, so gentle and kind, were not her's to listen to. Yet they were a silent command to follow.

Viserys had spoken the words to Rhaenyra, Saenyra had simply been there and nodded like the obedient child she was and obeyed an order they did not feel the need to grace her with.

In the back of her mind, Saenyra knew if her absence did not draw up the suspicions and whispers of the people, then her father would have paid no mind. Rhaenyra is heir, if not to the throne, then to Dragonstone.

She was simply a princess, with no power tied to her name nor land for her to cherish. All that came to her - all that would be her own, would first belong to the man her father asked her to marry. And, some nights, Saenyra feared she would not be able to deny her father's wishes, because she had always seen her father's words to her as they truly were - commands of a King, not the gentle whispers of a loving father.

The tourney had begun, and Saenyra sat next to her sister as she gazed upon the grounds, suppressing a flinch as she watched the men collide into each other with a violent crack. The sound was enough to snap her out of her reverie, realising she had already missed the introductions and did not know who was competing. She sat straighter, spine stiffening as she rolled her shoulders - it would not be good if the Lords and Ladies were to catch her ill-attention, cursing it as a lack of manners and a mockery to the Court.

She paid no mind to Alicent's and Rhaenyra's incessant whispers, knowing their words were not for her and to include herself would only lead to them drawing back until she stopped. So she sat, quiet and proper, eyes flitting over the game in front of her in feigned interest.

The man who had fallen was Ser Gwayne Hightower of Old Town, Alicent's brother. Saenyra remembers him well, recalls the whispers that Otto Hightower had proposed a marriage between his eldest son and one of Viserys' daughters, but it was Aemma who denied the match. She did not think it a coincidence when she had ran into the man the following evening in the library, and she was bound in suspicion when he offered to walk her back to her chambers.

To this day, Saenyra finds herself grateful that Ser Harwin Strong had found her in those moments, and she was gladdened to hear him offer to escort her back in his stead. Ser Harwin was a dangerous man, but he was also loyal to the crown and would do her no harm.

Ser Gwayne Hightower was his father's child, and Saenyra, despite all her years sharing the castle with him, had never known Otto Hightower enough to trust him.

She watched how Alicent held her breath as the armoured man knocked Gawyne off his horse with brutal ease. Ser Hightower conceded, and the man dressed in an armour of dark grey and riddled with red as dark as rubies cheered in victory.

Saenyra's eyes traced over the armoured man, following every curve and line that decorated the fine metal-work. She noticed him draw closer, and at his proximity Rhaenyra leapt up from her seat.

Rhaenyra exuded a familiar scent of childish glee at the sight of the man, and it was only then that realisation sunk in as gentle lavendar hues met the molten colour of vicious violet.

This was Daemon, dressed in armour fit for a dragon, so unlike the one she had seen him only before. He stood now, clean and shining. His eyes were bright, glowing with the fire of a new battle, his expression seemed eased, and Saenyra knew the tourney was nothing like the bloodbaths Daemon loved to seek.

"Nicely done, Uncle."

Daemon's eyes flitted to Rhaenyra, squinting against the sun as a pleased smile crossed his face. Saenyra couldn't help the jealousy that festered under her skin, to see her sister once again preen under the attention of their uncle who seemed to care for one sister more than the other - just like her father, just like her mother, just like the Kingdom and probably, just like her brother too.

"Thank you, Princess."

Daemon's words were spoken with a lilt, and any passerby would have assumed the man was enamoured by the girl who stood in front of him - the Realm's Delight.

Instead, his eyes bounced from Rhaenyra to her friend standing loyally beside her, and his mouth parted, ready to ask a question.

It was at that moment a glint caught Daemon's eye, and his eyes darted back to the quiet girl who sat in the shadows of her sister's tall and domineering presence. It was at that moment he remembered a call for a promise and a whisper to wait until the time came to be.

Daemon could have used such a promise to bargain some leverage, to gain the upper hand, and receive power or triumph in turn. But, eyes roving over the girl who avidly avoided his boring stare, he found he did not want to wait and see if a different opportunity arises. Not when he could live in a whispered moment of his desires right now.

"Now I am fairly certain I can win these games, Lady Alicent," Daemon watched how Rhaenyra's face fell as he addressed her friend instead of her, knowing what question lay on the tip of his tongue, and for a moment Daemon truly felt pity for the girl. "But having the favour of one so kind and gentle would all but assure it," he watched Alicent radiate a warmth of eagerness at his words, despite her attempts to stifle it in Rhaenyra's presence.

As a man who abhorred the existence of her father and his twisted words, Daemon could not help the thrill that wracked through him as he continued his words and watched the Hightower girl deflate.

"Would you send for my dearest niece? I have a question for her."

Alicent looked between Rhaenyra and her sister, pulling herself together as she deliberated her next course of action. Daemon raised a brow, and she nodded hesitantly in reply. She stepped backwards - once, twice. As though she was waiting for Rhaenyra to stop her - she never did. So Alicent turned on her heels and walked ever so slowly towards Saenyra who determinedly looked towards her fumbling fingers and avoided the eyes of her sister's friend, dread settling in the pit of her stomach at the sound of the approaching figure.

"Princess, your uncle calls to you."

Saenyra looked up with a frown, "what does my uncle want with me?"

Alicent looked over her shoulders for a moment, glacing at Rhaenyra's tense shoulders and Daemon's narrowed eyes - "I believe it is something you must ask him."

Saenyra regarded her with suspicion, eyes flitting over to see her uncle and sister locked in a bout of seething words. She found she did not want to approach, worried of what she may hear and what she may be asked.

Did Daemon want to ask for his favour now? Was it truly to do with Rhaenyra? Was that why she was so angry? Did Rhaenyra not want her to overhear what Daemon plans to ask of her?

Despite all the questions echoing in her mind like a deafening storm, she finds herself standing in a graceful manner and making her way to them with Alicent lurking a step or two behind.

When they approached the pair, Daemon and Rhaenyra were sharing a gaze heated by the fire of dragons - Rhaenyra glared at the man as though they had shared venomous words, despite them not being overheard by others.

Saenyra waited a few steps back, hesitance clouding her mind as she waited - hoping Daemon would call to her.

And he did.

"Saenyra," her name sounded so sweet, rolling off his tongue, his anger that flowed in steaming waves now seemed to lull in the air of her presence. "I have something to ask of you," a knowing look crossed his face, a sign that he was referring to their meeting by chance a few short days ago, and it was as though he knew she had not forgotten about it either.

Saenyra glanced towards her sister, but Rhaenyra simply avoided her gaze and stood with a passive expression painted along her face. Saenyra cleared her throat, her voice almost a whisper as she spoke, unsure of what to say, "of course, Uncle. What is it that you desire?"

She had stumbled over her words, cringing as she spoke faster than her mind had been able to think. But Daemon paid no mind, though his lip quirked with amusement as he thought of asking for her, then and there.

Alas, he knew he could do no such thing. So he commanded, an air of reverence in his words, "give me your favour."

His words were simple, so close to the words he truly wanted to say, but knew he could not with his brother's watchful eyes upon him.

Saenyra's cheeks heated at his words, but she did not miss how Rhaenyra's fingers tightened upon the railing, nor how her jaw twitched as she clenched it in irritation.

She almost said no, a part of her even wanted to - fearful of hurting her sister's feelings and possibly losing her in some way. But there was a selfish part of Saenyra, so young and wanting, that had craved for a moment such as this, where someone would ask for her in place of her sister. And she would truly be mad to deny this moment, regardless of how fleeting it came to be.

She bit her lip in feigned contemplation, and Daemon found himself growing warm in the confines of his armour at the sight. She glanced back at Daemon, unable to stop the teasing smile slipping onto her face as she leaned towards him over the railing - "only if you say please."

A flare of pure, unadulterated want radiated through Daemon at her words, and he found himself leaning towards her without a care for the watchful eyes of his audience - "please."

Despite all his savage glory, his plea was close to a whimper, and it seemed to ignite something in Saenyra he had never seen before. Her eyes glance to his lips before moving back, she pulled herself back with heated cheeks and laboured breaths as she clears her throat.

Saenyra turned to grab her wreath, only to find Rhaenyra stood infront of her with it in her grasp.

She stared at her sister for a few moments, unsure of what to do. It seemed even her father was not sure if he should intervene, and Otto simply watched with an interested gaze.

Rhaenyra held the wreath tight, her unrelenting grip causing the flowers beneath to crumble and give in. Saenyra glances back to Daemon's waiting figure, a shroud of determination settles in her as she regards Rhaenyra again, taking slow steps towards her before holding the wreath firmly and taking it from her grasp, she spares her sister a stiff nod - "thank you, Sister."

Rhaenyra doesn't move, nor acknowledge her. She simply waits to see if Saenyra would truly go ahead with this, and give Daemon what he seeks.

Saenyra walks towards Daemon, her steps much more sure and confident. She leans over the railing and gives him a shy smile. He returns it with his own - a broad and mischievous grin.

She reaches towards him to place the wreath, and just as the flowers brush the tip of his sword, he cants his horse to step back away from her as a glorious laugh escapes him. Saenyra can't help the way her heart flutters at the sound, but she rolls her eyes all the same - "Uncle."

Her words were drawn out in feigned annoyance, and he pulled himself back closer at the sound, waiting for her to reach out again before moving away.

"Ugh, Uncle. I swear to the Seven, I will simply take my seat again, and you can fight without my favour."

Daemon tuts, "we can not have that now, can we? Perhaps to make it easier, you can come onto the grounds?"

He raises his brow in challenge, so sure she would not heed. But a look over her shoulder, into the eyes of her raging sister, was all it took for her to move towards the stairs and duck under the arms of a cautious guard.

She ignored the calls of her father and his Hand, the indignant call of Rhaenyra and her friend. She stepped onto the grounds with a huffed breath, but her lips were stretched into a traiterous smile as she walked towards Daemon, who met her halfway.

Daemon unmounted his horse, leaving his joust on the ground as he moved towards her in slow, deliberate steps. He paid no mind to the baited silence of their audience nor the exasperated calls of the Court. He stood in front of her, his armoured boots brushing against the billowing skirt of her dress - a pale pink that stood brightly against the sun.

Saenyra held the wreath out towards him, a simple ring of flowers decorated in shades of blues and yellows - her favourite flowers, irises and begonias, formed into a colourful cluster.

Daemon reached out to accept it. His fingers, encased in his harsh and cold armoured gloves, brushed slowly over the petals to then skim the skin of her warm and delicate hands. Saenyra shivered, goose-flesh running up her arms as she repressed the tremble that silently wracked through her body. His touch paused as metal met metal, and his armoured fingers glided against a ring made of familiar steel.

A ring, so dark and grand, sat on the Princess' hand in place of where her future bethrothed's would. And it was made of Valyrian steel, a shared piece of ancestry.

Daemon admired how the ring looked upon her finger, how the blood-soaked jewel hammered into it radiated against her skin as though it was proud of its wearer and yearned to be showcased because of it.

A shared piece of him.

***

Daemon had avoided Saenyra after his trysts in Silk Street, unable to meet her eye or hear her voice without his mind flashing back to his escapade with Myseria, where all he could think about was Saenyra.

The lengths he would have gone to have her, or someone that simply looked like her.

His stomach would roll with nausea, and his mind was heavy with questions. He found himself needing to apologise with no true need except for the guilt that plagued his mind due to his traiterous fanatasies.

The night after his venture with Myseria, he found himself lazing away in his chambers as the sun fell into the arms of the night sky and the moon rose in its place.

Daemon found himself staring up at the ceiling, eyes tracing over every animate shadow and ears on alert for every step and whisper that sounded at his doors.

His heart beat at a calm pace, but every thud brought a sinking feeling of unease to settle in the confines of his chest. His mind began to wander, his thoughts flitting between images of his night with Myseria, to his gift to Rhaenyra, to walking into his little niece.

Daemon remembers how he struggled to force his gaze away from her bare neck - a princess of a Kingdom so grand and powerful, and yet her father would rather have the girl dressed as a commoner than royalty.

Daemon scoffed at the thought - oh, how he wanted to adorn her in jewels and diamonds, to weigh her heavy in the best of refineries so others would see just how much her beauty was worth. How much she is worth.

But he had already given Rhaenyra a necklace, and he wasn't blind to Saenyra's stares of sadness and envy. He knew to give her the same gift he gave Rhaenyra would be nothing short of an insult.

He would do no such thing.

He closed his eyes in frustration, his racing thoughts barely allowing him to catch a breath long enough to lull himself to sleep. He sat up stiffly, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed as he held his head in his hands.

A deep sigh escaped him, thumbs digging into his eyes as though he was forcing away the images of Saenyra - trying to forget her moonlit hair, her pale eyes, her murmured words and her hesitant breaths.

Daemon glanced towards the fireplace that now burned low, the heat had dampened down, and a cold chill filled the air. It was a feeling akin to flying Caraxes in the winter sky, a scathing feeling that somehow brought a warmth to him all the same.

His eyes rested upon his sword, which stood defiantly against the hearth. Dark Sister looked almost black in the shadows of a dying fire, the rain-guard glinting a violent gold against the blade.

Rhaenyra's necklace had been a piece of shared ancestry.

But Saenyra deserved something more. For all she had done to be a dutiful daughter, she had not shared the grace of being a true dragon despite the blood of one burning through her veins.

When she was younger, a hopeful child who was so sure her egg would hatch as she aged, Daemon had pitied the girl. Even now, his heart would clench in sympathy for her. But he could see how such a loss of an opportunity had strengthened her.

She was just as much of a dragon as he was, despite never having one to call her own. She was just not able to see it yet.

Daemon saw a fragment of his soul in hers. The part of him that yearned for his father's approval, his brother's love. The fraction of him who had ached and begged for a dragon before he made it his mission to tame his own.

Daemon had called for a blacksmith the next day before daylight had broken and offered a pouch of Gold Dragon coins with one hand and his Dark Sister with the other.

Daemon knew exactly what his sweet girl deserved - what she needed.

Saenyra was a dragon, through and through - she simply needed a reminder of such.

The blacksmith had returned before dark, standing nervously with trembling hands as he offered Daemon his sword with one hand and held forth a cotton bag in the other.

Daemon glanced over his sword, his eyes easily catching the part that did not belong. The pommel was the same gold as his rain-guard, but it seemed dainty in comparison. He longed to hold his sword and test it for deficiencies, but his eyes caught the ivory bag clenched tightly in the hands of the blacksmith.

Daemon laid out his hand, and the bag was placed upon it with hesitance. Daemon rolled his eyes at the man's slow movements and snatched the bag away, pulling the ties open and tipping its contents into the palm of his hand.

A bejewelled piece of metal fell with a light thump. The metal felt familiar, even though it had been melted and twisted into something he did not recognise.

The band was simple, engraved with vines and flowers that were so quaint yet so detailed. And fitted perfectly in its centre sat a timid, glowing jewel likened to a pool of congealed blood.

Daemon thought back to the necklace he gifted to Rhaenyra, how its jewels were a bright and lively red. A mockery of who Daemon pretended to be.

This jewel, this colour, this steel. It was a part of him - a reflection of who he was. It was admiration and bloodshed and protection all in one. It was a silent promise and a vicious outcry.

It was a gift, fit for a princess. Fit for Saenyra.

Daemon reached for his sword, turning it over to have a look at the pommel of his sword where Valyrian Steel had been replaced by something else - it was a worthwhile sacrifice, he thought. His hands fisted around the ring, relishing in the feel of it imprinting against his skin.

Daemon had walked through the Keep with the ring settled in the pocket of his chemise for days now, unable to bear the courage to face her in fear of what his desires may ask of him.

It was not until the day of the tourney that he found himself in front of the youngest Princess' chambers. He nodded in greeting to her guards, not waiting for them to announce his presence before he marched into her chambers - he could not risk allowing hesitance to cloud his decisions and walk away.

Daemon held his breath as he closed the doors behind him. Saenyra sat at her dresser, combing through her hair before the sound of Daemon's loud entry forced her eyes to meet his in the reflection.

She was still dressed in her sleeping gown, a sheer shade of pearl that hugged against her figure. Daemon roved his eyes over her by instinct, hungrily drinking in the sight of her whilst he could. Saenyra was not blind to his devouring stare, clearing her throat despite her skin flushing under his heated gaze - "Uncle, can I help you?"

Daemon's eyes met hers, and the desire that pooled in them began to wane as he pulled himself together into the semblance of a gentleman.

"Saenyra," there it was again, her name passing through his soft lips with a gentle caress, "I have something for you."

She raised a brow in question, turning to look over her shoulder at him instead, "and what would that be?"

Daemon did not speak further, he walked closer towards her before stopping at the foot of her bed. He sat cautiously, waiting to see if she would object and send him away, but the girl was much too curious to do such a thing.

He beckoned her forward, and she hesitated for a moment.

"Come."

His voice was firm, as though he knew she would obey without question, and as she stumbled to her feet, she had the fleeting realisation that she would do anything Daemon had asked. She would follow him to the ends of the world and more, if he so desired.

She stood in front of him, and still she felt so small despite the fact that he had to look up to her. Her hands fiddled with the ends of her gown, which brushed against her thighs lightly - the idea she was so exposed in front of her uncle sent a shiver down her spine.

Daemon forced himself to keep his eyes upon hers, to not disrespect his darling niece when she had so politely adhered to his wishes despite the burning temptation to drink in the sight of her bare legs only a hairs-breadth away.

If he leaned forward, he was sure he could run his lips against her bare skin, and his body heated at the thought of her trembling under his touch.

He shook himself from his thoughts, looking upon Saenyra with adoring eyes as one of his hands took hers. He tugged her gently, tempted to pull her onto his lap but knowing it was a move much too daring.

Instead, she fell neatly onto her knees between his parted legs, and Daemon had to hold back a groan. She eyed him with such trust, full of so much naivety and innocence he found himself intoxicated with the idea of corrupting her and taking her as his own.

But he couldn't.

Shouldn't.

"I have a gift for you."

His words were a gasped whisper, spoken only between their shared breath that she had almost missed it, becoming so distracted by his warmth - by his dragon fire.

She blinked slowly, as though she was confused, "for me?"

He smiled at her, kindly. Something so unlike Daemon that even he was struck with the oddity of their circumstances. Still, he nodded.

She frowned, "why?"

His head tilted in sympathy to see his niece so surprised by such an act - "why not? Anything for my favourite niece."

Her eyes widened in surprise, "I'm your favourite?"

He grinned, "who else could it possibly be?"

Her head became down-turned, "everyone knows you love Rhaenyra more."

Her words struck a cord in his heart, is that what she truly believed? "And yet it is you I brought a gift for."

She looked back up at him, her face dead-pan as she spoke, "that is because you already brought her one. This is probably something gifted out of guilt."

She was close to the truth, but not entirely. This was a gift out of guilt for his wreckless thoughts and violent desires, but it was also a token of his devotion. Not that his dear niece needed to know.

He shook his head in turn, "this is so much more."

His hand reached into the pocket of his chest, nimble fingers pulling out the jewel he held so close to his heart as he waited for this moment. Her lips parted at the sight of it, and Daemon was sure he saw unshed tears pool within her eyes.

"That's for me?"

"Just for you."

Her eyes flickered to meet his disbelief, painting her expression - "Daemon," she spoke his name as though it was natural to her, and it sang with melodic delight causing desire to curl in his chest and hum contentedly. "Daemon," she repeated, so sweetly and softly, "I can't accept this."

"Yes you can."

"It is too much. It would not be fair to accept such a prize with nothing given in return."

Mischief raided through his heart as though it was a second nature, it clashed with desire and became pronounced - "then take it in exchange for another promise. A bigger one," his voice dipped, lowering into a whisper, "a dangerous one."

Saenyra didn't let her gaze fall from his, she knew she should deny him and his gift. She should send him from her chambers and pretend nothing had happened, but to have him so close and to see him act so daring, to challenge her so openly - it sparked a burning fire within her, setting her dragon alight - "so, what is it that you want?"

Her words felt like an echo of the ones she had said to him only days ago.

"I guess you shall have to wait and see."

She couldn't help the shy smile that slipped across her face at his echoing words, nor the heated flush that painted her cheeks as she felt him take her hand and slip the ring onto her left hand. It sat snugly on the finger where her future bethrothed's ring would have sat. And a small part of Saenyra, the one so selfish and greedy, knew no other man would have been able to produce a perfect fit for her apart from Daemon.

Saenyra couldn't pull her eyes away from his, she watched as his eyes darkened under her curious gaze. His own glanced towards her lips that she bit anxiously, and a thumb came to brush across it softly as he pulled it out before she could abuse it further.

His thumb sat on the bed of her lip, and he kept her gaze with a new ferocity. She glanced to his now, watching how he wetted his lips under her watchful gaze as his head grew heady with desire.

A knock on the door, loud and harsh, startled her from his grasp. His hand was still outstretched towards her, and his eyes never left her, even as she stood and brushed the gown straight.

Ser Harwin entered the room, a curious gaze passed between the unusual pair, before he focused upon the simmering figure of Daemon Targaryen- "my Prince, the King calls for you. The tourney is to begin."

Daemon lets out a frustrated sigh as he pulls himself to his feet, he walks towards Saenyra and pulls her focus back onto him. He holds the hand bejewelled with a piece of him and presses a longing kiss upon her knuckles - "I hope to see you on the grounds, Saenyra."

She did not get a chance to reply. He turned on his feet and walked out her chambers - not without sharing a sharp glare with Ser Harwin Strong.

After he had left, Saenyra shared a nervous smile with Ser Harwin before he prompted her to get ready as he would send the handmaids to help her. She nodded in agreement, returning to her dresser to brush through her hair, but throughout it all, she was unable to tear away her gaze from the fine ring that adorned her hand.

A flutter sang within her chest, and a traiterous smile and bubbling laugh escaped her as she thought of Daemon's glimmering eyes and bright smile.

***

Daemon had been knocked onto the grounds by Ser Criston Cole, the man was skilled in tourneys but Daemon was better - more experienced.

He launched from the grounds, demanding his sword before slashing and swinging against Criston's flail. He sent a frenzied attack that was oragnised yet doused with the fire of unbridled rage.

He admired the man's strength and his stubbornness, but Daemon was not one to lose.

He had knocked Criston to the ground, Daemon's shield had been shattered to splinters, but he swung his sword with ease, his golden pommel a shining beacon for the girl who owned the original piece.

He turned towards the audience, towards her - cheering and celebrating. He searched for the missing part of his sword in the victorious cries of the Court, in their waving arms and broad smiles. His sword usually felt light in his hand, as though it was an extension of him, but the longer he struggled to seek her out, the heavier it felt.

She had left the tourney before he had even succeeded, she had not waited to celebrate his victory, she had not shared a parting goodbye or stayed for a boisterous celebration.

And with her, she had taken her favour.

Daemon had let his guard down, and Criston had taken advantage of his wavering heart and beat him to the ground whilst his back was turned - the act of a coward, but the rise of a victor.

Daemon yielded.

His eyes closed in frustration as his mind flooded with flashes of her once more - why had she left?

***

Within the walls of the Keep, Queen Aemma's cries sounded loudly. Saenyra had wanted to comfort her mother, but they tore her apart before she could reach her.

They let her mother cry and scream and beg until her last dying breath. And the babe followed shortly after.

Perhaps her mother did not care for her as much as she did Rhaenyra, but Aemma was her mother.

Perhaps the babe would have preferred his eldest sister, the dragon-rider, to his other sister, the timid. But Baelon was her brother.

She had gained the affection of her uncle, but lost her mother and her brother as consequence.

Saenyra felt as though her body revolted in the shadows of a dark and humourous curse, one that took and took and gave so little.

Saenyra stared at the ring Daemon placed upon her finger, her eyes were blank and her face was streaked with tears, her breaths were coming out short and panicked and she tried her best to avoid her mother's gasping breaths, her pleas for a daughter who was absent and not the one who was present, her last tear and her father's wails.

She stared at the ring, and a piece of her - the growing envious beast within - wished she had never accepted the token, believing if she did not, she would still have the half-love of a mother and the possible love of a brother, in place of a displaced infatuation of an uncle.

She wanted Daemon, but she was not sure how.

She wanted Daemon, but she wanted her mother more.

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okay but cowboy!reader taking jj horseback riding when they visit his parents town for a case. they don't come back to his parents house (where they're all staying- readers mom wouldn't take no for an answer) until the early morning and the team teases them about it the next morning over homemade breakfast. reader is all blushey about it because he just genuinely lost track of time showing jj around and jj just isn't phased by the teasing. buddy distracting everyone from the conversation by finally getting fed bacon.

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PART ONE (this can be read alone, but it starts the day after part one)

Description: Being close to home, the team finally get to meet reader's family. Things start out great and then... Not so much. Reader makes sure his younger brother knows that despite what their parents have said, he's still there for them.

Warning: homophobia, someone nearly says the f-slur twice (they don't say the whole thing, reader puts them in their place), mentions of going to conversion therapy, pro-conversion therapy views, being kicked out because of sexuality, unaccepting parents, unaccepting sibling (Jason's a bit of a dick and I stand by that). I think that's everything.

A/N: Sorry if this seems rushed at all aha (it's like 3k words but idk worried it's rushed). Also just to clarify I'm against conversion therapy (i'm saying it as a just in case it needs to be said).

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You all met in the lobby at nine the next morning, you winced, seeing the appearance of the rest of the team, “Y’all okay?”

“No,” They groaned simultaneously.

“Alright, well, breakfast is on me,” You chuckled, “And I’ll drive so you can all sleep on the way there,” You held back a laugh as they all relaxed in relief (well, minus Rossi and Hotch who always made sure to be relatively simple with their drinking).

It wasn't a long drive, two hours max, before you arrived home. When you got out of the car, you drew in a deep breath, childhood memories rushing in. You had missed his place. You tried to get back as much as you could, for holidays and birthdays, but it never felt enough.

“Hi Mama!” You cheered, walking towards her with a grin.

“(Y/N)! What are you doing with your shoes on?” She raised her eyebrows, putting her hands on her hips. “Boy you know you need to take them off when you get in!” Alice, your Mama, looked up, seeing the panicked look of the team, she continued, “Oh, y'all don't need to worry your pretty little faces about it, (Y/N) should have remembered.”

“Sorry Mama,” You responded, quickly taking your shoes off and removing your hat and giving her a kiss on the cheek, “How are y’all?”

“We're all okay, son,” A gruff voice sounded through the room.

“Pops!” You grinned, giving your father a handshake before a hug. “Where's the squirt?” You asked, looking around.

“I'm not that much smaller than you,” Aden rolled his eyes, you didn’t respond, simply pulling your younger brother into an embrace.

“I didn’t realise he was such a hugger,” Emily smirked slightly as she spoke to your mother.

“Oh, (Y/N)’s always been a hugger,” Alice says, “He’s a complete softy.”

“We could never have known.” Morgan said before continuing, “Especially with all his reckless shoot outs,”

“His what?” Your Pops exclaimed.

“You're such an ass-” You hissed, turning to Morgan with a glare.

“Y/N!” Alice exclaimed.

“Sorry Mama! See y'all come over and now I'm in trouble every few minutes,” You said, turning your attention back to the team.

“Is what this lovely man said true?”

“Yes Mama, but in my defence-”

“Good luck son,” You Pops said, patting your shoulder. “Can I get anyone a drink? I reckon Alice’ll be chewing him out for a least ten minutes,”

Three minutes into the lecture, the door opened and closed loudly. You turned and saw your older brother, Jason, walk in.

“Well I'll be damned, if it isn't my snotty nosed younger brother!” Your head snapped up and your Mama wrapped up her lecture as you walked towards your brother.

“Jason! How you been?!” You pull him into a tight embrace.

“Not too bad, not too bad.” Jason answered, “Plodding along,”

Your attention switched over to Emily as she cleared her throat, “Oh! Sorry, this is my team. So Hotch, Rossi, Morgan, Garcia, Emily, JJ, and Reid,”

“I think you only had a younger brother?”

“Oh, er, Jason was Mama and Papa’s first child and then they adopted me and Aden,” You quickly explained.

“I see, don’t mention your least favourite brother, I see how it is,” Jason teased, you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever,” Jason laughed and gently shoved you.

“Ladies, y’all can take the spare room,” You said, “Gents, y’all can take my room. Aden, you lucky thing, get me sleepin on your floor,” Aden groaned loudly, causing the team to chuckle.

You had a few hours to settle down and you showed the team around, showing them who’s room was who’s, by the time you were settled, you were being told that it was time for dinner. And soon enough you were all sat around the table.

"Mrs (L/N), we were wondering if you had any good stories on young y/n here?" Derek asks with a grin.

Your face pales as your Mama smile, "Mama, that's not really necessary-"

“Nonsense! Your team wants to learn more about you,” She gave you a smile, patting your cheek. You found yourself sinking in your chair. “Sit up straight,”

“Yes Ma’am,” You turned to Morgan, “I’ll get you back for this,” You mumbled, turning to your mashed potatoes.

“We used to have this horse, Cinnamon,” You Mama started and you found yourself groaning in embarrassment.

“You don’t even know what story Mama’s going to tell,” Jason pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter, they’re all embarrassing,” You mumbled.

“He used to sneak out at night to sleep in her stable,” Your Mama began.

"Which would have been adorable if he wasn't sixteen," Jason snorted, you groaned loudly.

"Can you not embarrass me in front of my colleagues?"

"You do that yourself," Aden chimed in with a smirk.

“Kid, don’t test me-”

“Whatever, you’re an old man now,” Aden shot back. “Has (Y/N) told you about the time he got escorted out of a rodeo for threatenin’ the judges?”

“Oh god, I forgot about that!” You groaned loudly, placing your head in your hands as your team laughed loudly.

When night time rolled around, you parted ways with your team. The men heading to one room, the ladies heading to the other. You and Aden made your way to his room. You set up the sleeping bag and laid down. Eventually, Aden hopped into his bed, turning off his lamp and leaving you both in darkness.

“Which one is the one you have a crush on?” Aden asked you, breaking the silence.

“Hm?”

“The one you message me about,”

“Oh, JJ,” You said. “The blonde one without glasses,”

“Oh, she’s pretty.” Aden said, “You should totally ask her out.”

“Not that simple I’m afraid kid,” You sighed, “We work together.”

“No, it is that simple, grown ups just complicate everything for no reason.” You paused, taking in his words. He did have a point, (sort of).

“I guess.” You shrugged, “I dunno, guess I’m scared of rejection.”

“That would make sense,” Aden shrugged, “Given our past n all,”

“Dr Aden over here,” You joked.

Aden paused for a moment, shifting so he could look at you, “I think I wanna be a profiler when I’m older,”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Aden gave a small smile, “I think I could help do some good.”

“Aw, you wanna be just like you’re big brother,” You teased before sobering up, “I think you’d be good at it,”

“Really?” You smiled as his face lit up.

“Definitely, you got a smart brain in there, kid.”

“Thanks!” Aden laid back down, the pair of you smiling softly to yourselves. Silence took over for a few seconds. “Y/N can I tell you something?” Aden asked into the darkness.

“Sure, kid, what's up?”

There was a small pause, before Aden’s voice laced with anxiety piped up, “Promise it won't make you hate me?”

“Nothing you say would make me hate you, kiddo.” You said strongly. “Ever.”

“I- I like boys, I'm gay.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “Kid, that's okay. You're allowed to like boys, there's nothing wrong with it.” You reassured, Aden breathed a sigh of relief.

“I wanna tell Mama and Pops, could you wait close by in case it goes badly?”

“Of course, but I'm sure it'll go okay. When did you want to tell them?”

“Hmm… Two days time? I feel like that gives me some prep time.”

“Okay kid,” You said, “Now get some sleep,”

“A’right, night, (Y/N),”

“Night Aden,” You said, “Love you kid,”

“You too,” He yawned.

JJ opening the door and chiming a ‘good morning’ is what woke you at eight am the next morning. Normally, you would have been mad, having been woken up so early. But seeing JJ smile at you seemed to put the world right.

“Mornin’,” You replied, your voice deep from sleep. “You sleep well?”

“You betcha cowboy,” She responded with a twinkle in her eyes, you huffed a laugh. “Your mum says breakfast will be ready in ten minutes.”

Both you and Aden sat up at the mention of food. “We’ll be right down.” Aden said. When JJ had left, Aden turned back to you. “Where’s Buddy?”

“Sleeping in Mama and Pops’ room, apparently they’ve missed him more than me,” Aden gave a laugh as he left the room.

After breakfast, you sat on your couch, staring out the window into your backyard when JJ sat next to you. “You know, when you were talking about your childhood yesterday, I realised something.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve never ridden a horse before,”

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to keep a variety of different jokes in your head - reminding yourself that it wasn’t the time or the place.

“Never?” You asked instead, and she shook her head.

“Nope, not once.”

“Would you like to? We’ve got horses,” You said, “I’m sure Mama and Pops won’t mind. I could even show you around a bit.”

JJ looked at you before nodding. “Yeah, okay,” She gave you a smile.

When you both got back it dark, you put both the horses back in the stables, following the usual steps (picking out the hooves and such) before you gave them an apple each and thanked them (something you always did after a ride). With that, you made your way back into the house.

“Well hey there stud,” Is what greeted you. You stared at Morgan, jaw dropped. “You two kids have been out a while,”

“I showed her around town,” You explained, feeling an awful lot like a teenager who stayed out past curfew.

“Uh-huh,” Penelope chimed, folding her arm.

“Hey, hey now,” You responded, “I just showed her around town, I showed her where I went to school, things like that.”

“Just ignore them,” JJ replied, giving you a smile, “They clearly don’t have anything better to do.”

“You wound me with your words,”

“Children, stop arguing,” Your Mama chimed, “Agent Rossi and Agent Hotchner has helped me cook dinner.”

“Rossi and Hotch are gonna be your new dads,” Morgan teased, you grabbed the closest pillow, throwing it at his head.

And soon enough, you were all sat around the table eating. “I’m just saying,” Aden said, he, Morgan, Prentiss, and Garcia grinning at you, “It’s a bit suspicious that you only took JJ out.”

You opened your mouth to argue when you witnessed Buddy stand on his hind legs and steal some bacon off of Morgan’s plate.

"Buddy!" Your eyes are wide as Buddy runs off with all of Morgan's bacon. "I am so sorry-!" You explain before running after him. "Buddy I thought we were trying a raw diet?!"

Buddy barked and your jaw dropped, "Don't take that tone with me, Mister."

“And on that note, I think we should all call it a night,” Your Pops said with a chuckle.

A few hours later, you laid back in your sleeping bag in the dark, “I think I’m going to tell them tomorrow.” Aden said thoughtfully, “I want it over with.”

“A’right kid,” You said, “I’ll be there,”

“I know, you’re always there when I need you,” Aden sat up to give you a smile, “Except for that time when you were too busy getting to know Rosie-”

“Hey, you told me you were fine, don’t open that can of worms kid-” Aden cut you off with a fit of laughter and soon enough you joined in. “You damn near gave me a heart attack with that.”

“That’s because you’re an old man.” You gasped dramatically.

“How dare you!”

“Boys you better go to sleep!” You heard your Mama exclaim through the door and you both struggled to keep your laughter quiet.

It was JJ that woke you that morning as well (something you could quite happily get used to). When she left, once again the pair of you got ready for the day.

“I think I might tell Mama and Pops before breakfast. I want to get it over with.”

“A’right, kiddo, I’ll be right outside, okay?” You reassured and he nodded. You gathered our clothes, getting dressed in the bathroom whilst Aden got changed in the bedroom. And then the pair of you walked downstairs, you waiting outside the kitchen door in the living room whilst Aden walked inside.

It had only been two minutes when Morgan approached you. “You good?” Morgan asked, seeing you standing in the living room staring intently at the kitchen door. You turned to him and gave a nod.

“Yeah, Aden wanted me close while he tells Mama and Pops something.” You answered, giving Morgan a small smile, “He was a bit nervous,”

The door flew open and closed again, looking at you for a split second before flinging his arms around you as he gave a small sob. “Kid? Kiddo, what's wrong?” You asked, rubbing circles on his back.

“You were wrong, it wasn't okay.” Aden cried.

“What’d they say?”

“That it’s wrong and I need conversion therapy.” Aden’s answer was short but made your stomach drop.

“Aden, look at me. There is nothing wrong with you. What they say don't matter, you hear me? They're bigots.” Your eyes flicked up to JJ, Emily, Penelope, and Spencer as they wandered in, concerned, “Why don't yall go pack some stuff, okay? 'm gonna talk to Mama and Pops, okay?”

You waited until Aden was out of the room before you walked in, “Y’all wanna tell me what the fuck you just said to that kid? He's crying his eyes out.”

“We told him the truth.” Your Mama answered.

“Really and what would that be?” You asked, folding your arms.

“That we don't want the likes of him under this roof.” Your Pops is the one who answered this time.

“The likes of him?”

“He's a homosexual!” Your Pops exclaimed, his face slowly starting to turn red.

“He's your son.” You stated.

“He's a fa-”

“Don't you even fuckin call him that again, you hear me?” You exclaimed, “I don't care if you're our pops, you call him that again I knock you out, understood?”

“We're your parents,” Your Mama exclaimed, “Where's your respect?”

“Funny enough, Ma, my respect left the minute you told my baby brother that the only way he would be accepted in this household is if he changed himself.”

“How are you defendin’ him?” She asked.

“There's nothing wrong with being gay.” You scoffed loudly, were they really so blatantly homophobic?

“It's disgustin’!”

“He's your son-”

“He's a sinner.”

“He’s a fourteen year old boy!” You could feel yourself starting to lose your temper.

“We've told him he can stay if he goes to conversion therapy.”

“Then he's leavin’. I'll look after him.” You state.

“You want him? Take him. We don't want a fa-” You don’t realise you’re reacting until you’re swinging. You hear a slight crunch as it hits his nose, you ignore it. You also ignore the pain that flashes through your hand on impact.

“I told you not to fuckin’ talk about my brother like that.” You state, pointing harshly at him. “Don’t fuckin’ talk about him like that.”

“(Y/N), You need to step out of the room,” You didn’t even realise Derek was in the room, until his fingers are wrapping around your shoulders in an attempt to pull you out of the room. You quickly shrug his arm off you.

“Y’all don't deserve a kid like Aden,” You leave the room, wanting nothing more than to go back in there and talk some sense into them. Instead you force yourself shoulders back, force yourself to take a deep breath and turn to Aden, “Come on kid, let's go. You okay with stayin’ with me for a while?”

“What’s going on?” Jason asked, walking into the room.

You turned to Aden, waiting until he nodded before you continue, “Aden just told Ma and Pops he’s gay and they told him to go to conversion therapy.”

Jason nods, “Good, it’ll help him.”

You scoff loudly, “You know what? I was so fuckin’ wrong about this family. Come on, Aden, we’re goin’,”

“You wait in the car, we’ll round up the others,” JJ said, placing her hand on your arm as she gives you a small smile. Aden follows you with his head down, hands in front as he anxiously picked at his nails.

You opened the passenger door for him, motioning for him to get in (the others could make do in the back for now, you needed to check on your brother). “Whatchya thinkin’?”

“I screwed all this up,” Aden whispers, “(Y/N)- I’m so sorry,”

“What? Hey, no,” Your answer is immediate, “Kid you did nothin’ wrong.”

“But now Mama and Pops don’t want anything to do with us, it’s just us.” Aden said, “I screwed it all up and now we’re back to square one.”

“Hey, no.” You keep your voice firm, “You did nothin’ wrong, what you told them is perfectly acceptable. It’s them that has the problem, a’ight? If that’s a make or break deal, then so be it.”

“But-”

“Kid, I would choose you over anyone, any day.” You said, “You’re my brother, which means you’re stuck with me for life. You hear me? I would rather have no one and still have you than have everyone without you,”

“But I-”

“You did nothin’ wrong.” You answer strongly.

“(Y/N)-”

“No, kid, I won’t have you thinking anything bad about yourself because of this,”

“I was just going to say that I think you need to go to the hospital,” He said, pointing to your hand, which was already bruising and beginning to swell.

“I’ll be fine,” You said, shrugging him off.

“Did you punch him?”

“Yep,” You replied, not one to lie to your brother, even about something like this. “He said some unacceptable things.”

“About me?”

“Yeah, kid. So I broke his nose.”

“I think you also broke your hand,” Aden pointed out.

“I did not break my hand.”

“Prove it.”

“How can I even prove that?”

“Straighten your hand.”

You stared at him, “Fine.” You begin to straighten your hand out, “Okay, you’re right,”

Rossi opened the door, “What’s the kid right about?”

“He broke his hand,” You stared at him in disbelief. “What? You weren’t gonna tell him.” You huffed.

“To the hospital we go,” Hotch chimed, motioning for you and Aden to move into the back so he and Rossi could sit up front with him driving.

“Sir-”

“We don’t want to hear it,” Rossi said, you huffed once more glaring at Morgan as he laughed.

And that’s how you ended up with a cast on your hand and a scowl.

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PARAMOUR - headcannons for book! alicent hightower, book! rhaenyra targaryen x f! reader with some show concepts (YANDERE)

SUMMARY AND TW: when alicent or rhaenyra happen to get a hold of their paramour the other has sharen for the past years, they make sure she never leaves them. reader is former childhood friend tw : homophobia, death, technical religious internalised homophobia (the seven)?? and most of the events that happen with the dance of the dragons, reader is married

ALICENT :

- Unlike Rhaenyra who would've wanted to fully shield you against the war, she made you see it. She made you see every single inch of chaos that had been started by Rhaenyra's side, she induced a fear into you of your former lover.

- When you broke down on the floor, with trembling hands grasping your heart, she held you. Her soothing words flew into your ears, with fake promises of peace if you simply help Aegon's rule. She rocked you back and forth, while you sobbed for the remnants of your friendship with the white-haired girl. The purple eyes that you had gotten used to even after she had married Laenor never had you deem them unworthy. Now compared to the eyes with a striking light brown in the middle, and a darker shade for the most part had made you feel safe.

- "Have I abandoned you in your time of need? Have I hid you under the guise of loving my husband? I assume she even made you, her lady-in-waiting?" She laughed drily, while holding your face in her hands. When she noticed the whimper that left your plump lips, she held a false expression of surprise and sympathy. "She truly did that to you?" You nodded meekily, feeling as though if you leave out the smallest sound, your body will betray you to more crying. When she ran her hands through your hair, while you laid your head on her lap, she smiled to herself. Of course, she had lied. She knew that Rhaenyra had done all of those things, she only feigned shock to make you realize how horrible Rhaenyra had been towards you.

- Finally, she had made a hate for Rhaenyra fester in your heart. She grinned from side to side when you had finally told her you supported Aegon after being "kept for your own safety" for months. With the few words leaving your mouth, she now just had to act out her plan to finally have you.

- Even though she had stayed devoted to finally taking you into her arms, she had forgotten a key part of her life, the Seven. Even as a young girl, she had heard of knights who slept with other knights, which had led to their ultimate demise. The thoughts had plagued her, that she had committed a sin, but in her favor, is love truly a sin? Or at least she believes it to be love. Therefore, she goes with the plan and decides to end any possible lovers going forth for the next part.

- She was happy to know anyone who tried to even come near you would suddenly fall. One day, while she braided your hair, you turned your head to look at her with your hair falling down your face. Your eyelashes fluttered under the sunlight of the glass window with intricate designs, "Did you know Jason Lannister died recently? People assume it was Rhaenyra's doing." You rested your arms on her lap, with the silk material touching them. You looked at her in her nightgown, with all of her hair undone. She stayed silent at the admission you made. The curls slightly bounced on your arms as she moved nervously under the hard stare you gave her. You grasped her hands with a knowing look. "I know."

- The breath had left her, and it was as though the thumping of her heart could be heard throughout the desolate room. She turned to you with wide eyes, and grasped your face with her soft hands, but you could feel the rough edges around her nails, the bites. "It isn't what you think." "I know." You mumbled quietly again, staring at her lips that seemed to invite you in. "He was bad like Rhaenyra, wasn't he?" It seems even though you were aware for a moment, you returned to the girl who was pampered by the former queen. She nodded quickly. "Don't lie to me though, house Lannister stands with Aegon. You did it for something else. Admit it." She recoiled, holding her hands at the sides of her waist. You whined slightly at the loss of her hands being held in yours. She was slightly shocked at your dominant behavior. You titled your head slightly at her, when she finally came up to a decision, she slowly brought her face closer to yours. "I hope I haven't read your messages wrong, Alicent." You breathed in her smell, as she came even closer to you. "No, you haven't, my love. He wanted something that was mine, he was destructive. Do you truly want someone like that lead one of our allies?" She finally brought your face to hers, with a tearing kiss. Tongues clashed against each other, as she explored your mouth hungrily. Even if this was such a sin, then she'd be a sinner like Rhaenyra as well.

- When her hand had stayed steadily on your arm the next day, none of the court said a word. Although Aemond looked at the sight questioningly, he seemed to ignore it because it was his mother. Aegon was bored out of his mind to care, and Helaena? Helaena smiled in joy at her mother, with a wink directed at you. Like mother, like daughter.

RHAENYRA :

- Rhaenyra had felt a flood of emotions and thoughts when she thought of Alicent, but one of the memories was you. She had remembered the childhood she cherished with the two of you, running throughout the hills. Between her and Alicent, you were the perfect balance of energy and uprightness. When Alicent had became bethrothed to Viserys, you had to choose.

- Rhaenyra had been possessive of you ever since you were little children, so especially to this matter, she wouldn't fail to make you choose her or Alicent. While walking down the hallways, she swiftly grabbed your arms, and forced you against the wall with a light thud. "How could you? Her? She stole my father away from me, and she didn't even tell me!" "You know it's not her fault!" You meekily said under the sight of Rhaenyra on top of you, with her hot breath hitting you. You felt like she was infiltrating your very being. "Oh, it's not her fault!" She said in a high pitched voice. "Do you know what the maids say about her? She seduced my father, wearing her own dead mother's dresses, nonetheless! Do you see her wearing red, no! She fucking wears the Hightower green!" She bellowed at you with a face of rage. "Stop being jealous, Rhaenyra." You stated coldly now. "It's not like you have anything to say, she told me about you and Daemon. You're the fucking liar here." You spat at her dress in anger. She stared at you in disbelief. Hers, something that was hers just turned her back on her. All because of Alicent. She took a final look at you, and grabbed her dress storming away.

- The next few weeks, the "Realm's Delight" had been called the "Realm's Horror" for her constant annoyance at anything that came her way. Even the sight of someone with the same hair as you made her start complaining and leave the room. You were completely informed of her outburts, being present to one of them. You had been joining the small council for a minute to inform your father who was on it, of news from your mother. As you tried to speak to your father, she dropped what she was holding, and the drink fell all over the floor. "Oh." That's all she said. She then proceeded to push your shoulder when she walked away to "get a new drink". From what you knew, she spent some of her time after that encounter screaming in her pillows.

- From there on, your relationship with Alicent proceeded to become something. One day, the two of you had fell upon a book, a certain book with decriptions of women. You had closed the book hurriedly, with blushes on both of your faces. Although, Alicent's eyes lingered on yours more. Whenever she went to get something next to you, her hands brushed against your stomach slightly. She started to bat her eyelashes at you more, you had truly been confused by her actions. Even when she was finally married to Viserys, she held your hands wherever you two went. But of course, that's what friends do, right? One day, she grasped your waist with tight hands around you. "Don't you wonder?" "Wonder for?" You nervously looked around the room, trying to look somewhere else. It was a provacative position, but you couldn't reject the Queen. "What it'd be like to be with a.." You stayed silent at what she was trying to say. She was internally fighting at what to say to you. "A woman." "No, I can't say I have." You were lying though, you have imagined it. With both, Alicent and Rhaenyra. "I can show you what it's like." She softly muttered. "I don't think I'd mind." You chuckled slightly.

- You weren't stupid though, you still checked up on Rhaenyra. Even payed the servants to ask the others for information on her, and when you found out, you were pissed. "Laena? As in Laena fucking Velaryon? She took her as a lover?" Most of that anger was from her not ever considering you like that (or that's what you believed). Rhaenyra had known how your mind worked though, when she caught the maid snooping, she asked for your reaction. When she was told of your furiosity, she grinned the whole day. She finally made you jealous.

- Then for years, you were the queen's paramour. Even you had been given a nickname by the maids, "The Hidden Lover". No one was aware of the relationship formed between you two except for the maids who were sworn to secrecy. At first, the relationship was blissful. The first year of love was great, the memories, the treats you had given each other. You had stood by her side for a long time, even when you had gotten a husband. No matter what, you two weren't broken apart. Except for appearances. It had gotten to you, the way she could act like a loving wife to Viserys so well. The ever pious wife infront of everyone. After two years of your relationship, there were talks of females with females in the Street of Silk. With Alicent's long prayers for every single thing she has ever encountered, it was surprising to others when she did not. When she prayed over the breakfast in the morning, the guest Jason Lannister had added to what she said, "And to the women in the Street of Silk." You knew she could've stayed silent and kept praying, but she nodded slowly. "Yes, and to them too." You gave her a shocked expression that you quickly hid.

- The moment you had retired to your chambers, she quickly followed. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that!" She tried to defend herself before you could even say anything, setting a done conversation before it even started. "No! You could've stayed silent, why didn't you?" You gave her a harsh glare. This led to multiple fights over the years, as you both grew weary of each other sometimes. You still held love for the other though.

- The next time you saw Rhaenyra was at Alicent's side, trying to stop yourself from looking at her. You weren't there for everything that happened with Aemond, but when you found out, you were there for the whole family. When you finally lifted your head to see her after all of those years, you weren't as shocked as you were. She grew up, she changed. She had children now, the same ages as your own. She was still known as the most beautiful women throughout the Seven Kingdoms though, and for that you cannot disagree. She was already looking at you though with a gaze you couldn't detect. Anger? Fondness? Regret? You had regretted your decision that day, you knew you'd cursed yourself for a long time for losing such a valuable friend. By her side stood Daemon, fucking Daemon. The man she had lied about to Alicent, in some way you felt offended as well.

- You were honestly bored the whole time, until Vaemond had called Rhaenyra a whore. Even with the depths of your misplaced hate for her, you knew what was right and wrong. You let out a shriek with Helaena when his head was cut off by Daemon. Alicent went to hold both of you, but when she did, Rhaenyra almost did too. When she tried to walk to you, she remembered what happened and stayed back. Daemon looked at her inquistively, and looked between you, Alicent, and Rhaenyra.

- When it was finally time for dinner, it had gone quite splendid. Whatever gossip Alicent had said about Rhaenyra was hidden now, under the guise of a hopeful companion. When Rhaenyra had made her speech about Alicent, she added on, "And to Y/N, even though our childhood friendship ended unfavourably," She looked harshly at you, "I hope we create new memories of something even far better than friendship." You raised your eyebrow at her questioningly. It seemed as though one moment she hated you, and she insinuated something else.

- After the fight between the boys, you retired to your chambers. Or atleast you tried to, until that familiar white hair showed up around the corner. You turned around, looking right at the heir of the Iron Throne smirking at you. "You're still her whore, aren't you?" She pushed you against the wall, recreating that moment from years ago again. "I know, she plays with you and leaves." Her hair fell against your shoulders, a slight shudder made you slightly shake under her arms. "I'm nobody's whore. How dare you!" You weakily defended yourself. "If anything, I'm not the one who mothered.." "Mothered what?" She grabbed your chin with her hand and made you look at her. "Bastards." You muttered. "I wish I was a man right now, we could make one." She grinned at you, especially with your reaction as you pushed her off you. When you tried to run away in the hallways, she yelled, "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

- Those encounters started to happen somewhat, but you stayed steadily by Alicent's side. Rhaenyra's words started to seep in your brain though, unlike Rhaenyra who would've proudily shown you off, Alicent hid you. You couldn't blame her though, all you wanted was to be loved though. The kisses on the cheeks in secret, the embraces, you needed more. At some point, Rhaenyra's prescence had made you feel like you needed to confess the obstacles you faced with Alicent once Rhaenyra had made you confess you were Alicent's lover. Soon, the nights you had spent with Alicent turned to nights snuggled with Rhaenyra.

- So when you followed Alicent and saw Rhaenyra carressing Daemon's hand, you ran. How could you? You spent years loving Alicent, not her. Atleast Alicent didn't have a marriage where she loved the other, Rhaenyra did. It was always Daemon, even years ago. Your footsteps thudded across the floor. You didn't even look back at the other set of footsteps you heard, ones that you would not admit you could recognize by just hearing. "Y/N! Stop!" You kept on walking. "As your future queen, I command you!" You stopped, and refused to look at her. "What?" You bluntly asked. "I have a marriage I want." "I can tell." "Don't act like you aren't married as well, I believe you can join my life still though. Daemon is completely well aware of what's been happening." You turned your head faster then you thought possible. "You told Daemon?" You scoffed. "Yes, I did." Her eyes narrowed at you. "You Targaryens are too much to handle." Those were the last words you said to her when you walked away from her.

- The next time you were reminded of Rhaenyra was when you stood next to Alicent for Aegon's crowning, one you didn't agree with much but supported for the sake of your lover. When Rhaenys had came, she had forced you to be given to her or else, she would burn the whole place down. With tears falling down your face, you said your goodbyes to the Greens.

- When you arrived, Rhaenyra had coldly averted her gaze to you from Rhaenys after she heard you stood with Alicent to help Aegon's coronation. What had she expected though? Soon later that night, she confronted you. "Am I being kept as a prisoner?" "No, just to realize what side you should be on. Mine, you are mine." "Really? Then can I go back and see my husband?" She knew what you meant to say was Alicent, but what she had to say next made her hold what she had to say. "Oh, him? I'm afraid he's dead." You stayed silent in disbelief, of course you two had an understanding much like Laenor and Rhaenyra, but it was hard to understand. You two were actually friends. You clutched your stomach as you were about to fall, but Rhaenyra catched you. "No matter what, nobody is worthy of you as me. If anyone tries to take you, they will meet the end of Dark Sister." "Dark Sister..?" The realization hit you, if Daemon knew, he was willing to do anything to help Rhaenyra. You sobbed in pain, why would she take away one of the only people who cared for you? She grabbed you and put you in her arms. "It's okay, I'm here."

- For the next months, Rhaenyra spent time with you with Daemon as well, to show you, she wasn't afraid to show her love. She even kissed your cheek infront of her children. Jacaerys would try to look away when that happened. Rhaenyra had not failed to make you hear of what had happened because of those who stood with Aegon. You suddenly started to have a distrust for Alicent in your heart, you could see her as Rhaenyra did. She finally broke you. You were finally hers.

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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year

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why was alicent so upset that rhaenyra lied about her virginity?

i know that i love rhaenyra's gaslighting gatekeeping girlbossing era, but i wanted to touch on a time where she gaslit a little too hard and i think irreparably fractured her relationship with alicent.

i am, of course, talking about the brothel/sex rumors and how rhaenyra responded to them in private. alicent comes to her and asks about it, admittedly fairly judgmentally, but i think there's still an element of concern on rhaenyra's behalf, a "why aren't you protecting your reputation? don't you know how precarious your position is?"

alicent's reaction is for sure a result of her conservative upbringing and internalized misogyny. i just think it's also at least in part an acknowledgement of the political reality that rhaenyra is as of that moment ignorant to: that because she is a woman, rhaenyra is going to be held to unfair standards as viserys's heir and that she needs to be smarter or she's going to get hurt. that her claim to the throne is already in jeopardy because of the patriarchy and that she really cannot afford to weaken it further. i've spoken before about how i think viserys raised rhaenyra to be very sheltered and privileged, while alicent as a woman with a far less powerful father was always forced to confront the hard truths of politics in westeros. she never had the privilege of rhaenyra's false sense of safety.

anyways, alicent's motivations aside, what does rhaenyra do? she swears on her dead mother's grave, and she lies.

now, i don't blame rhaenyra for not trusting alicent enough to tell her the truth. she's likely still reeling from her best friend marrying her dad. i see alicent as very much a victim of viserys, but rhaenyra is still hurt and it's understandable that she'd feel tricked, even if it's not alicent's fault. their friendship isn't what it once was by far. and obviously the potential consequences if the rumor was confirmed would be catastrophic, so it would honestly have been a bad move to tell alicent the truth.

but bringing aemma into things was unnecessary, and it was a mistake. we see alicent and rhaenyra bond over their dead mothers earlier in the show. alicent opens up to rhaenyra about her grief in the wake of her own mother's death to try to comfort her after aemma dies. it's a very vulnerable moment for alicent and she shares this part of herself selflessly, for rhaenyra's sake.

rhaenyra brought up aemma for a reason. she knew alicent had lost her own mother. she remembered what alicent had told her and how seriously she took her own mother's death. she knew that if she made it about her dead mother, alicent would respect it and would believe her.

and alicent does, enough to stand up to her father for rhaenyra during a time when she really has never gone against otto, ever. she feels helpless to disobey him when he orders her to viserys's rooms, but she musters up that strength to defend rhaenyra to his face, and i think that's notable.

this is why alicent isn't just upset but devastated when criston tells her the truth. it's not fully because rhaenyra isn't a virgin or whatever, though for the aforementioned political and ideological reasons i acknowledge that's a part of it. but i think her very visible, emotional reaction is because alicent realizes, in that moment, that rhaenyra has manipulated her grief for her dead mother. this marks the first time alicent realizes she is truly alone.

we see throughout the show that alicent has been manipulated by everyone around her that she should trust. her father, who should love her, pimps her out so he can fulfill his own ambitions. viserys, who should be a pseudo-father to her since he watched her grow up, grooms and assaults her. alicent never thought rhaenyra would be like them. but in that moment, she is.

by swearing on her mother's grave, rhaenyra proves herself to be just another person who took alicent's honesty and kindness and used it to manipulate her for her own ends. again, not saying that rhaenyra could or should have admitted the truth here. but did she really have to bring aemma into it?

no.

and it costs her alicent's trust, which as we all know has massive ripple effects that will cost her far, FAR more than just a friendship.

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19junewrites87 · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x Pregnant!Henderson reader part 2

A/N: Hellooooo everyone! Thank you so much for all the love you gave on part one. I hope this one is just as good (or maybe better) than part one.

Read part one here !

Warnings: A majority of this story is about fighting, Dustin is angry, A LOT of swearing, Eddie and the reader are upset, Dustin's upset, everyone's upset... angst, mentions of labor, mentions of cramping

Word count: 3586

It had been about a month since Y/n and Eddie made up. Since then, Y/n had been staying with Eddie in his uncle’s trailer. She usually was picked up by Eddie when no one was home so that she could avoid being interrogated by her mother and brother. She always remembered to leave a note on the fridge that said she was staying with a friend, usually Steve or Robin, whichever one she knew wouldn’t be with Dustin at that moment in time. But this time, both her mother and brother were home. She called Eddie an hour before he was supposed to come pick her up and told him to park at the end of the street and that she’d meet him there. He didn’t exactly like her having to walk so far in her condition as he would put it, but it was the only way for them not to be found out too soon.

“I’m going to Steve’s.” Y/n called out, opening the front door. “I’ll call when I get there.”

“It’s eight o’clock, Y/n.” Claudia said from the couch, where she had been reading the newspaper. “What are you going there for?”

“I was going to sleep over… like I usually do.” She said, her eyes flicking over to Dustin, who had just come into the living room. “I-is that okay?” She sure hoped it was okay, since Eddie was waiting in his van that was parked at the end of the street.

“I don’t think I want you being out of the house this late in your pregnancy.” Claudia shook her head. “You’re eight and a half months, you could go into labor any minute.”

“She can’t always be with us, mom.” Dustin chimed. “She’ll call us if anything happens. Right, Y/n?”

“Right.” She quickly nodded, thankful for her little brother. “I’ll call if anything happens, I promise.” Claudia glanced back and forth between her children, but reluctantly nodded.

“Call when you get there.” Claudia sighed, causing Y/n to cheer.

“I will!” Y/n smiled, stepping outside. “Love you!”

Y/n held her overnight bag in her hand as she walked towards the end of the street. The sun was just barely set, making everything around her look blue. Y/n was a little chilly as the breeze drifted by. She smiled when she saw Eddie leaning against the back of his van smoking a cigarette.

“Eddie!” She called, waving her hand. He quickly tossed his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out with his shoe and held out his arms for her. She sped up as much as she could to fall into his embrace.

“Hey, mama.” He drawled with a smirk, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “Thought you weren’t going to show.”

“Sorry,” She pulled away slightly to look at him. “My mom was just worried about letting me leave.”

“I can understand why.” He laughed, placing his hand on her stomach, rubbing circles with his thumb. “Dio’s just about done cooking.” Y/n rolled her eyes at his choice of name. She stepped out of his embrace and handed him her bag, walking towards the passenger side door, to which Eddie followed her.

“We are not naming it Dio.” She said as Eddie opened the door for her.

“Why not?” He asked handing her bag back to her when she was settled in the seat.

“Because.” She shrugged. “Besides, what if it’s a girl?” Eddie rolled his eyes and shut her door, quickly jogging around the front to get into the driver’s seat.

“If it’s a girl, then we’ll name her Alice.” He smirked when Y/n rolled her eyes again.

“No.”

Eddie and Y/n soon pulled up to Wayne’s trailer. His car was still there, meaning he hadn’t yet left for work. Eddie grabbed the backpack from Y/n’s hands and slung it over his shoulder. He placed his hand on her lower back as she climbed the steps and held open the front door for her. She looked around his dimly-lit trailer and waved when she made eye contact with Wayne.

“Hey, Uncle Wayne.” She smiled, making her way over to the kitchen, where Wayne stood making himself a sandwich..

“Y/n!” He patted the girl on her shoulder. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” He joked.

“Oh, yeah,” She laughed. “Not like I’m here all the time.”

“Well,” He shrugged. “I don’t mind. I’m just glad you and Eds figured things out.” Yes, Wayne knew. How could he not know? He was like a father to Eddie. In fact, Wayne was the one that called Eddie out and told him that he needs to take responsibility.

“Me too.” She nodded.

“Welp,” Wayne sighed. “I’m heading to work.”

“Have fun.” Eddie said, sarcastically as he passed Wayne on the way to his room. Y/n waved at Wayne a final time before following Eddie into his room. Y/n groaned upon seeing Eddie’s bed. She slowly climbed onto the bed and laid down on her back.

“You okay?” Eddie asked as he sat down next to her.

“My back hurts.” She scoffed. “My stomach weighs about ten pounds now. My body’s not used to it.”

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, his eyes filling with sadness.

“Don’t be.” She closed her eyes and placed her hands on her belly. “It’ll all be worth it when Rose comes.”

“Rose, huh?” He asked laying down, his nose brushing up against her cheek. “Like… Guns ‘N Roses?”

“Oh my god,” She groaned. “Do you have to make everything about bands?”

“Yes,” He smirked. “What else would I do with my time?”

“Leave me alone, Eddie.” She smiled to herself. “Go to bed.” There was a pause of silence as Y/n steadily breathed, her hands resting protectively over her belly.

Eddie’s eyes roamed all over her face, admiring her. His eyes then drifted to her belly and he smiled a bittersweet smile. He was grateful that he came to his senses… and he was grateful that Wayne was there to snap him back to reality about the whole situation. He might still think that he’s going to be a bad dad, but Y/n and Wayne would be there for him. They’ll be there when things get rough.

“You’re going to be a real great mom, Y/n.” Eddie whispered to the sleeping woman. “And I can’t wait to meet you, Rosie.” He whispered to the baby within Y/n’s belly.

“Well, good morning, sleeping beauty.” Eddie smiled upon seeing Y/n waddle into the kitchen. “Nice to see you, this fine morning.”

“Ugh.” She groaned at him, heading for the fridge. “Do you have orange juice?”

“Yeah, top shelf.” He nodded towards the fridge. “How ya feeling?” Y/n held up a finger as she gulped down the orange juice that she had just poured into the cup.

“How do I look like I’m feeling?” She gave a sarcastic smile. Eddie would never say it to her, because he’s made that mistake once before, but she did look terrible. She was up all night, tossing and turning, complaining that her lower back hurt.

“Still hurting?” He asked with a frown. She nodded and set the empty up on the counter.

“It’s more than just my back.” She sighed. “My head is pounding too.”

“Want me to take you back home?” He asked, walking over to her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and let her lean against him. “I mean, do you… you don’t think something’s wrong with the baby?”

“Nothing’s wrong with the baby, Eds.” She shook her head, looking up at him. “But I am nearing my due date, it’s probably just that.”

“We should tell everyone.” Eddie said after a moment of silence. “We’ve waited a month already. We can’t wait until the baby’s born. I mean, what happens if the baby comes and we haven’t told anyone? Just put the last name as Munson and say surprise, everybody. The freak is the baby daddy. No way!” He was panicking. He usually got this way when he voiced any concerns of his.

“Eddie,” Y/n interrupted, placing her hands on his shoulders as she moved to stand in front of him. “We’ll tell them. I just… I don’t know how.”

“I don’t know either.” He agreed, shaking his head. “But I don’t want to wait.”

“I mean,” She sighed in thought, eyebrows scrunched. “We could always just sit my mom and Dustin down and just… tell them.”

“Is that the only option we have?” Y/n shrugged.

“It’s the easiest way I can think of.”

“Then that’s how we’ll do it.”

Eddie had taken Y/n back home when her pager beeped around 7pm. She knew it was her mother wanting her to come back home, so she told Eddie to take her home. The entire drive to her house was tense. She could tell that Eddie was nervous because he kept wiping his hand on his jeans when his grip on the steering wheel became too sweaty. Not to say that Y/n wasn’t nervous either. Her leg bounced the entire way and she felt like she was going to puke from her nerves. Since tonight was the night she’d reveal the true identity of her baby’s father, she told Eddie to pull into the driveway instead of dropping her at the end of the street like they had originally planned. Eddie turned off the van, but made no move to leave it. He sat in his seat, head against the headrest, staring straight ahead. Y/n watched him with sympathetic eyes. Her frown deepened when she watched Eddie rest his forehead on the steering wheel. The van shook slightly due to him bouncing his leg. Y/n placed her hand on his back and made gentle circles as he took in slow deep breaths.

“You can always back out, Eddie.” She sighed. “I don’t want to make you afraid.”

“I’m not backing out.” He said, sternly. “I just,” He shook his head, lips pulled into a thin line. “This is going to break Henderson’s heart.”

“He’ll understand.” She assured him, placing her hand on his bicep. “It might take him a while to come around, but honestly, Eddie, Dustin worships you.”

“He worships me?” Eddie smiled, looking at Y/n.

“He talks about how cool you are all the time.” She giggled. “I swear, you’re all he talks about… Steve’s jealous about it too.”

“No way!” Eddie’s jaw dropped. “Steve, the king of Hawkins, is jealous of me?”

“Well,” She shrugged. “He was. But then umm… I told him about what happened between us.”

“Right.” He nodded. “I will forever be apologizing for how I acted, Y/n.”

“I know.” She smirked. “Because I’ll never let you forget.”

“Whatever.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“You want to go in?” She asked after a short pause of silence.

“Yeah,” He nodded. “Yeah, let’s get this over with.” He opened his door and got out, meeting Y/n on her side. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug, his face buried into her neck. Hugging anyone this late in pregnancy was always uncomfortable due to her stomach getting in the way.

“It’s going to be okay, Eds.” She whispered, placing a kiss on the side of his head. “C’mon.” She pulled away from the hug and pulled him behind her by his hand. She opened the front door and poked her head in. Her mother was sitting on the couch, watching the news, but her attention quickly went onto her daughter, who was walking into the house with a strange boy with long hair.

“Y/n,” Her mother stood, eyeing the new boy in the room. “Who’s your friend?”

“I’ll explain soon, ma.” Y/n’s stomach lurched in anxiety. “Is Dustin home?”

“Yeah.” Claudia nodded. “I’ll go get him.” Claudia turned and briskly walked towards Dustin’s bedroom. Y/n gestured towards the couch and sat down next to Eddie, who began to bounce his leg again.

“Eddie?” Dustin said in confusion, glancing back and forth from his sister and dungeon master. “What are you doing here?”

“This is Eddie?” Claudia asked Dustin, recognizing the name that Dustin says all the time.

“Yeah,” Dustin nodded. “But I didn’t think you’d be here today.”

“Can you two sit down?” Y/n interrupted. “We need to talk to you about something.”

“I don’t like when you say that now, Y/n.” Claudia quickly sat down, Dustin following in suit.

“Well, it’s not like I’m going to tell you I’m pregnant again.” Y/n giggled, but cleared her throat when no one else laughed.

“What’s Eddie doing here?” Dustin asked again, making the two soon-to-be parents look at each other.

“Uhh…” Y/n trailed off, not knowing what to say. “That’s umm… that’s what we want to talk about.”

“Henderson,” Eddie began. “I just want to say that you’re an awesome kid and… I’m sorry if this hurts you in any way.”

“Sweetie,” Claudia’s voice trembled a little bit. “You’re starting to scare me.” Y/n gulped, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

“Uhm…” She wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeve. “Eddie is… Eddie-”

“I’m the father of Y/n’s baby.” Eddie finished for her. The room became suffocating. The piercing silence coming from Y/n’s mother and brother made her throat close up with nerves.

“Ma, Dustin,” Y/n tested the waters, her eyes flicking from her mother and brother. “P-please. Say something.”

“You said that Steve was the father.” Her mother’s voice was stern and angry.

“I know.” Y/n looked down at the floor. “I didn’t know what else to say.”

“Didn’t know what to say?” Claudia nearly shouted. “You should’ve told the truth!”

“She didn't want our baby to be fatherless.” Eddie added, making Claudia shake her head in confusion.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“When Y/n told me she’s pregnant,” Eddie gulped. “I, uh, I reacted badly. I… yelled at her and… I said that I didn’t want the baby. Or anything to do with the baby.”

“Then why are you here?” Claudia was angry. Anyone could see that. Y/n began to cry even more, keeping silent to not disturb the situation. “Why is he here, Y/n?”

“He apologized.” Y/n sniffled. “And I-” She looked at Eddie. “I love him, ma.”

“Love him?” Dustin shouted, standing suddenly, which made Eddie flinch. “How could you love him? You don’t know him!”

“Henderson-”

“Don’t say a word, Eddie.” Dustin pointed at him, anger in his eyes. “You got my sister pregnant and then ditched her.”

“Let him explain, Dus-”

“No, Y/n.” Dustin interrupted, glaring daggers at Eddie. “You left my sister to do this on her own! Now all of the sudden you want to help?” Eddie rose to his feet and slowly approached Dustin, who was breathing heavily, face red in anger.

“Henderson, I know what I did was wrong,” Eddie held out his hands as if he was walking towards a wild animal. “But I feel terrible about what I did and I want to be around. And… I love Y/n too.” Dustin walked towards Eddie and poked him in the chest.

“You only want to be a father once someone else takes your place, huh?” Y/n had never seen Dustin this angry. Tears were in his eyes and his face was glowing red.

“Dusty, please.” Y/n cooed softly, coming to stand by Eddie’s side. “Just hear him out.”

“Hear him out?” Dustin scoffed. “Y/n, are you crazy? He didn’t want anything to do with you!”

“He was scared, Dustin.” Y/n exclaimed.

“Like I give a shit?” Dustin shouted, causing Claudia to gasp.

“Dusty!” Claudia gasped. “There’s no need to cuss.”

“I want you out of my house.” Dustin said, staring directly into Eddie’s eyes. “And don’t ever speak to me again.”

“Henderson-” Eddie was crestfallen. “Please.”

“I said to get out, freak!” Dustin shouted, the tears falling freely from his eyes.

“Dustin!” Claudia and Y/n shouted in shock. Eddie stared at Dustin in shock, not believing what Dustin just called him.

“I-uh,” Eddie cleared his throat, tears in his eyes as he looked at Y/n. “I’m gonna go.”

“Eddie, no,” Y/n whispered, grasping onto his arm, shaking her head. “You don’t have to.”

“I’ll call you later, Y/n.” Eddie tried to smile. “But I just- I gotta go.”

“Eddie!” Y/n called out after him as he walked out of her house. “Eddie, wait!” Eddie didn’t listen to her pleas. She watched him get into his van and speed away from the house. Y/n, for the first time in a few weeks, felt completely helpless. Y/n grit her teeth and slammed the front door shut, walking towards Dustin.

“Why the hell would you do that?” She shouted, pointing a finger in Dustin’s face. “Eddie’s your best friend!”

“Not anymore!” Dustin shouted back.

“How come you didn’t react this way when you thought the father was Steve?” She asked, lips turned into a frown. “It’s the exact same thing.”

“No, it’s not!” He stomped his foot.

“Yes, it is, Dustin.”

“No, it’s not.” He threw his arms in the air. “Because I never expected it to be Eddie. And not to mention that he knew and went about his day like it was nothing.” Dustin was full on crying now.

“Okay, okay,” Claudia placed her hands on both of her children’s shoulders. “Let’s calm down a bit. We’re all mad, now, but we need to be calm about it.”

“I trusted him, Y/n.” Dustin’s voice cracked. “How could you do this to me?”

“Me?” Y/n placed her hand on her chest, eyes wide with disbelief. “You’re blaming me for this? Are you serious, Dustin?”

“If you had just told the truth in the first place, I wouldn’t be pissed!”

“Dustin,” Claudia warned. “It takes two to do this, don’t just blame your sister.”

“But-”

“What Y/n did was wrong, I know. Even I’m angry about it, but we still need to let her explain.”

“How am I supposed to know she won’t lie again?” Dustin asked, making Claudia sigh.

“I don’t think she will.” Claudia said, glancing at Y/n. “Right, honey?” Y/n quickly nodded.

“That’s why I brought him here, Dustin.” Y/n said, glancing down at the floor. “I-I didn’t want to hide anymore.” Her fingers toyed at the bottom of her shirt in nervousness.

“Why would you lie, Y/n?” Dustin wiped his nose with his sleeve.

“I-” Y/n looked at her mother and then back to Dustin, both were patiently waiting for an explanation. “I lied because… You idolized Eddie, Dustin. And… At the time, Eddie wanted nothing to do with the baby and I thought I’d be alone. I knew it’d break your heart to know the truth, so I lied.”

“You thought that’d be better than just telling me the truth?” Dustin sighed. “And why would you bring Steve into this? I didn’t talk to him for days either!”

“Steve offered to step in.” Y/n stated. “He said that he didn’t want me to do this alone, so he told me to tell people that he was the father instead of someone who didn’t want it.”

“I’m so pissed off, Y/n.”

“I know you are,” She nodded in understanding. “But Eddie was pissed too when he found out I lied about Steve too. It’s my fault, I know, but I’m so sorry.”

“I gotta go lay down.” Dustin pushed his mother’s hand off of his shoulder and trudged to his bedroom. The slam of his bedroom door made Y/n flinch slightly as tears leaked from her eyes.

“Oh, Y/n,” Claudia sighed, pulling her daughter into a hug. “Everything will be okay. Just give him time.”

“We don’t have time, ma.” Y/n sniffled. “The baby’s supposed to come in a few weeks.”

“I know.” Claudia nodded. “But look on the bright side, hun, now the baby will have both parents.”

“That’s true.” Y/n smiled slightly. “I know you probably don’t think the world of Eddie right now, but he’s really a great guy, ma. He was just scared to be a father.”

“He stepped up.” Claudia caressed her daughter’s cheek. “He’ll be there for you and the baby. That’s all that matters now.”

“I love you, ma.” Y/n leaned her head onto her mother’s shoulder.

“But I would like to get to know him more.” Claudia said. “And I want to know why he has such… wild hair.” Claudia and Y/n giggled together.

“Don’t hate on the hair.” Y/n smiled, pulling away from her mother’s hug. “I-I actually like the hair.”

“You like his hair?” Claudia’s eyes widened. “Oh my goodness, Y/n. I’m more concerned about that.”

“Shut up.” Y/n joked, making her mother laugh.

“Let’s watch some television.” Claudia wrapped her arm around Y/n’s shoulders and led her over to the couch. “Let’s just forget for tonight, hm?”

“I would love that, ma.” Y/n smiled, although she couldn’t stop from feeling the slight pain in her lower stomach getting stronger. It was just from the tension tonight, that’s all. At least she hoped so. She just wants to relax tonight. She needs to relax tonight. This pain was normal in pregnancy, right? This doesn't mean that she's in labor. It's just normal pregnancy cramps. Please, please only let it be normal cramps.

#eddie munson x teen mom reader #eddie munson #stranger things #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #eddie munson x henderson reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x pregnant!henderson reader part 2

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thegreengnome · 9 months

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Helaena targaryen x male uncle targaryen reader. Instead of marrying Aegon she marries the reader and they have children jaehaerys, jaehaera and maelor (let's imagine they are not from Aegon)

Fandom – House of the Dragon

Word Count -1080

Pairing – Helaena Targaryen X Taelor Targaryen (OC)

Warnings – N/A

Taelor Targaryen is the surprise third child of Prince Baelon. After the death of his first and only true wife, Baelon fell into a depression – his true love was dead – how was he meant to continue without her? He needed comfort and who better to comfort the distraught prince than a Lannister. A cunning and seductive Lannister, who now had a seed planted in her belly.

Honor demanded the two wed much to the satisfaction of the Lannister house. Not eight moons later a son was born to the pair. The smug lady Lannister had succumbed to the birthing bed like so many before her, this left a newborn baby in the arms of an emotionless prince.

The most humane thing the gods had ever done for the young prince was to kill his father. While a great parent and role model to his older sons, to Taelor he was cruel and often expressed disgust at the child that had not come from Alyssa. Perhaps he felt guilt over fathering him.

This passing left the young boy in the care of his eldest brother and his family. Raised alongside his much younger niece and nephews.

Due to being several years older then said nephews and niece Taelor adopted a leadership role. He was their protector and he took this job very seriously.

Which is why she was finding it difficult to remain still as the maester stitched up the open wound that once held Aemonds vibrant purple eye. The grip on the back of Taelor’s tunic kept him stable and grounded. Reaching back, Taelor made sure that Helaena was hidden from the view of the crowd around them.

They were Targaryen’s- the greatest power in all of Westeros – a family. So why were they constantly fighting.

His half-brothers only cared for Rhaenyra, all the love they possessed in there boy was given to one instead of spread out too many. Viserys younger children left behind in the wake of their much-loved older sister. Taelor knew from experience how hurtful parental neglect was, so he vowed to be everything his brothers were not. He would show his younger family members the loved that they deserved.

Xxx

When the inevitable search for a spouse for Taelor began, he sat through countless small council meetings his brother and eldest niece throwing potential brides at him.

He was a Targaryen; he would not settle for someone beneath him. So, he went to the queen.

The solar was quiet as both waited for the other to talk. The two had a complicated relationship – still a child herself Alicent was given the task of raising not only her own children but Taelor as well.

“We both know your father wants Aegon on the phone”

Alicent remained calm, sipping her warming tea, her ringed fingers clutching the delicate porcelain.

“I am also aware of your plans to marry him to Helaena” the tea made its way down. The queen’s sole attention on her charge.

“I think it is a foolish decision. To marry two possible heirs to the throne to one another instead of gaining outside alliances”

Humming Alicent seems amused. Of course, she had no desire to wed her children together but her father always got what he wanted. “And who do you suggest?”

“Me” not many things can surprise the queen but it had seemed her ward had achieved this great feat.

“You?” Taelor had always been good to her children and as much as it pained the queen to admit her eldest son was not the ideal candidate to marry her sweet and dream like daughter.

“Why? What would you gain?” everyone had their own plan to win the game- what was Taelor’s?

“A loving wife. No one knows Hel like I do. Aegon would not treat her with the respect she deserves. We both know this to be true”

“Marrying us would guarantee the loyalty of the Lannister’s who have historically been fickle”

Mulling the offer over Alicent asks the question that her father would be desperate to know “and what of your stance to the throne?”

“The throne is of no consequence to me. Whoever sists the throne, it is all the same. I will support Helaena in everything that she does and if that includes helping her brother then so be it”

Xxx

They wed two moons after Helaena turns sixteen, enough time for the couple to prepare for the union. The wedding itself was a small affair, much to the chagrin of the Queen. Knowing how uncomfortable his lady could get around crowds, he insisted on a small ceremony. An idea which gifted him the reward of a shy smile from his soon to be wife.

Helaena looked radiant as she walked towards Taelor to be cloaked. Her dress a hightower green, with white glittering gems encrusted through the bodice. Her hair braided intricately with a silver butterfly pin bringing the look together. The maiden’s cloak was a work of art, well in Taelor’s humble opinion. It perfectly showed who Helaena was. Dreamfyre imagery throughout with a scattering of spiders for good measure. The cloak made as her wedded one held much the same art as the maiden one but with the added image of Taelor’s dragon curled around dreamfyre.

Xxx

Not even three moons later the couple were blessed with good news. A babe was in the princess’s stomach.

That one babe turned out to be two and Prince Jaehaerys and Princesses Jaehaera was born. Throughout the labour Taelor remained at Helaena side. Ignoring the disapproving looks from the maester and the Queen. He swept sweety hair from her face and whispered words of love and encouragement into her ears. Because that was what their relationship was now- love

The babes were only hours old yet they already had their parents wrapped around their tiny fingers.

Xxx

The twins grew fast – too fast for there fathers liking. They brought joy to everyone in the keep, even their uncle Aemond was seen to crack a smile in their presence.

And soon the twins were joined by a younger brother Maelor. The spitting image of his mother, with wide eyes and that curious expression.

The family of five was happy and content. The married couple were often found in the company of one another with their kids following like small ducklings.

Despite this happiness, Taelor was always ready. He knew that when his eldest brother finally passes the dance would begin.

#house of the dragon #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #aemond targaryen #alicent hightower #hotd fanfic #helaena imagine #helaena fic #helaena x reader #helaena targaryen #aegon ii targaryen

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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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first of all thank you for feeding us with jace x reader contents u are the best!! 🥺❤️ and my oneshot request is a story where jace and targ! reader are pining over each other and they are really close and sweet to each other but neither of them rlly wants to confess their feelings to the other bc they are scared. that's until jace gets jealous of the reader and aemond

delicate

jacaerys velaryon x reader

warnings: The decapitation scene in EP8

note: thank you for requesting my lovely<3 i don't think this is an accurate writing of what you requested but I admit I struggled trying to decide who's side of family the reader is from since you wanted targ!reader, so this is what I came up with, without it being too incestuous yk 💀

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"sometimes when I look into your eyes,

I pretend you're mine, all the damn time"

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Despite being Rhaenyra's sister, you grew up with her sons instead, being the last daughter of King Viserys and his late wife the queen Aemma, You were closer to your sister's side of family than Alicent's, though you carry tender feelings for her children regardless.

The closeness of you and the Velaryon boys were cut short as they move to Dragonstone, leaving you with your stepfamily for 6 years.

Though today you will be reunited with them, you were excited to meet your sister, the last time you both met, it wasn't exactly the most peaceful of event, with the funeral of your cousin Laena, and the unfortunate incident between the Velaryon boys and Alicent's son Aemond who had his eye taken by Lucerys.

Hopefully now that everyone's grown, the circumstances will be less troubling.

You were the first to greet your sister and your uncle Daemon, with your stepmother busy still. "What in gods name has this place transformed to?" Daemon asks frowning at the deco of the palace.

You smile amused at his greeting. "I miss you too uncle, and I think you already have the answer to your question." You embrace the two of them in a warm manner and your sister squeezed your hand before asking of the queen and king.

"Alicent is busy at the moment, and I reckon you both can already guess that father's illness has only gotten worse since last you saw him, he can barely leave bed now." You statement has birth new worries to your sister as her face seem to show.

"Take us to him." the prince requests and you gladly obliged, leading them and their young children to your father's chambers.

"Jacaerys and Lucerys wastes no time to go tour the palace, they're probably somewhere in the courtyard if you wish to greet them." Rhaenyra tells you this, as she knows how fond you are of your nephews.

You smile brightly at her. "Then I will go see them, if you are fine being left alone, that is?" She offers you a smile and shakes her head. "Of course, you go ahead my dear".

With her permission you merrily made your way to meet your nephews.

You spotted the two boys in the house velaryon coloured cloaks watching Aemond's training with Ser Criston and went to stand next to them.

"Amazing fighter, isn't he?" You spoke, startling the two.

Jace's suprised expression turned into a pleased one as you three took a few steps back to greet eachother.

"[name]! I didn't even recognize you" It was Lucerys' who spoke first and you took him in your arms in a bear hug, then doing the same with Jacaerys, who's arms held you tighter compared to his brother's.

"Me? I wouldn't even know it was the two of you if it weren't for your cloaks!" The lot of you chuckled at that knowing it's true, you all have changed very much this past 6 years.

"Say, I don't think we've gotten our welcome tour of this place from you princess, bit disrespectful to neglect your guests isn't it?" You hear the teasing in Jacaerys tone and through his silly boyish grin that you return easily.

"A tour doesn't seem necessary, as I'm seeing you both remember your way here quite well, but if you insist, I wouldn't deny you at all."

He raises his eyebrows and waves his hand for you to lead the way: "Well then, let's get started."

You giggled and link your arms with him, walking out the courtyard together, resuming in your jests and catching up, completely ignoring Lucerys trying to follow up the both of you, annoyed at being ignored.

The tour was an obvious excuse for the two of you to shamelessly converse with eachother without starting rumours or gossips, though by the way the two of you have been leaning by the library door laughing and chatting with eachother instead of any touring, it seems that people would easily see through you anyways.

Lucerys tried his best to include himself into the conversation, though his brother was consistent to change the topic back to him, he fastly got the message and excuse himself to explore the library books.

"You know, I was scared you wouldn't care much about us coming back, it has been a long time since we met, I wasn't sure if you'd actually miss us me."

Your eyes soften at his words and you inch closer before taking his hand into yours and squeezing it. "Well, the letters I've been sending you this past years should be proof enough that I do miss you, isn't it?," You ask smiling at him.

A light blush appears at his cheeks and he laughs nervously nodding. "Yeah- I am sorry I don't respond as much though, I'm always occupied in dragonstone, but you're always in my mind if not my letters."

His respond warmed your heart, it wasn't a secret to anyone who paid attention that you were fond of the older Velaryon, He's always been kind and caring with you since you were children, always making sure you felt Included and ready to defend you at any glimpse of danger or disrespect. And sometimes, you could swear he looks at you like he might loves you too.

You found yourself intensely staring in his eyes, unable to forms any words and just smiling at him, hands still holding eachother's.

The tension was cut by Luc's footstep as you both pull your hands away and look towards the boy.

"It's quite late I've noticed, Uncle Vaemond has arrived which means the petition will start any minute now, we should go settle ourselves first Jace." He suggests smartly.

Your eyes widen as you remember why they're here. "Oh my, you're right, I've been taking so much of your time, come on, I'll show you to your chambers."

They both assured you no time was wasted and thanked you for the welcome before entering their rooms for a change of clothes.

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The petition was... quite an event, if you say so yourself. Both parties present a truthful and valid argument, not that it mattered as the topic of heir of driftmark was quickly pointed back to Lord Corlys' own wishes by your father, who made a sudden appearance, taking over the discussion from Otto.

What was more unexpected than your father limping to the throne to defend his grandson, was Vaemond's shameless accusation of Jace and Luc's illegitimacy, and calling your sister a whore on top of that.

It wasn't a surprise when the prince consort Daemon slashed through his head for that insult, knowing how much he loves to solve a problem as fast as he can. The sight of Vaemond's tongue sticking out of his decapitated head though, was not pleasant.

You were quickly ushered out with your stepsiblings by Alicent as the your father was helped back to his chambers, attacked by his illness at a sudden.

As you leave the throne room to walk to your room, you were met instead with Jace, waiting outside for you.

"I-um, I thought I'd walk you back, to your chambers?" he states, sounding more like a question.

You smile gratefully at his kind gesture and take his arm to link them with yours and thank him for his offer.

"Oh don't thank me, I just enjoy your company, really." If it were anyone else, you'd assume he was flirting with you.

But regardless of your delusion, you accept the tease and shoves him playfully.

"Oh do you now?"

"Mmhm." His smile was contagious and you don't think you can stop yourself from giggling like a 5 year old at everything he says.

As you finally reach your room, you take a deep breath, trying to hide your disappointment of having to part with him, even for a while.

"Well, you've come a long way today, I'm sure you're tired, rest well won't you?" You spoke squeezing his shoulder.

He smiles softly while nodding before bidding you good evening and walking back to his chambers, you notice how his smiles doesn't leave him as he leaves.

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It's been a while since you've had a family dinner to be honest, but by the request of you father, here was all of you seated together.

You were placed I'm between Aegon and Aemond who was sitting at the edge.

What started off an awkward night, slowly absolved into a festive dinner as everyone tried their best to get along, to please the king.

You found yourself laughing at Aemond's quiet sarcastic jokes about Vaemond's beheading, trying not to find the traumatizing memory hilarious, but the both of you couldn't stop your amusement thinking of your stepmother's mention of him in her prayer.

The joking was cut off by Jacaerys ' sudden slamming of the table as he stands up, startling everyone.

silence spread through the room and you look at him worriedly.

As he waves a hand at his parents to not worry them, his eyes moves from the table to your face, taking in your frowning confused expression.

"Um- I, would uh, also like to give a toast" He clears his throat and states with an awkward smile.

"To, my uncle's, Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond, though we aren't so close now, I have fond memories of our shared youth, and as men, I hope we could get along."

Aegon purses his lips and answered with a "uh to you too" as Aemond just stares at him with an undecipherable look.

You notice how Jace's own eyes was connected to his too, the both of them having some sort of staring contest.

It seems Jace lost it first (despite Aemond having a one eye disadvantage) as he blinks and looks at you seated next to Aemond.

You saw his gaze softening and his smiles widens as he raise his cup again; "And to my lovely aunt, princess [aunt], you have always been a kind friend and a great company, I hope we'll have more time to spend with eachother."

You nod at him with a smile. "Thank you Jacaerys, for your generous words, I shall hope for the same."

Seemingly satisfied with his speech he sits back down and your sister Rhaenyra release a slow relieved sigh. You could understand why, for a second there, Jace's sudden gesture made you think a fight was about to ensue too, though you were grateful he remained mature as he is.

Viserys' had requested music to be put on and you were caught off guard with Jacaerys standing up and offering a dance to you, you accepted nonetheless.

It was honestly a dream how much of his attention you've had a hold of this whole day, you wished it could be like this all the time, gods only knows the effect he has on you and your heart when he does these little things that makes your heart beats quicker and paint your cheeks a faint pink.

You both try your best to stifle smiles and giggliness as he spins you around, keeping you close.

The music stops when Aemond suddenly dose from his own seat. The sudden loud creak of his chair making you flinch and halt your movements.

The both of you stopped your dancing to glance at him.

Aemond gives you a reassuring smile before smirking at Jace and then Lucerys, who was seated on the opposite of him. "A final tribute."

"To my nephews, Jace, Luc, and Joffrey." He starts calmly.

"May you always remain handsome, wise-,"

Deep breaths and sighs was heard around the room as you finally realize what was going on.

Your breath hitches as he finishes the line. "-strong."

Immediately, Jace interjects, contained anger detected in his tone; "I dare you to say that again."

"Why? t'was only a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong? What about you sister?" His eye shot towards yours that were practically begging him to stop.

"- I'm sure you'll agree he is quite a strong-"

He didn't get to finish the sentence as Jacaerys' fist connects with his face.

Instantly, Aemond retaliates, shoving him to the floor.

You curse out loud rushing to help Jace and you could feel him struggle againts you, wanting to attack Aemond again as you force him up and pulled him away from your stepbrother.

Thankfully, the fights ceased as Daemon involves himself in the middle of the two and your sister demands her children to leave to their rooms.

Jacaerys shrugs you off almost too roughly and leaves without looking back with his brother and cousins and you feel your heart crack at the little but hurtful gesture of it.

When your gaze connects with Aemond's, you scoff at his audacity to look unbothered with his stupid smirk and shook your head, you can't stand to look at him so arrogant right now and left the dining room too.

Quickly, you walk yourself to Jacaerys' chambers and took a sighed tiredly before you knock on the door.

"I don't need your comfort or whatever Luc, leave" his distorted voice was heard from outsiders.

"it's not Luc, it's me, [name]" You tell him, feeling a bit stupid for stating your name as if he wouldn't recognize your voice.

It was quiet for a few seconds before the door opens slightly, revealing the owner of the room.

He has seemed to calmed down from earlier chaos as he looks at you more kindly than he did anyone a few minutes ago.

"[name]." he breathes out.

"Apologies, I thought you were my brother, do you need anything?" You shook your head.

"No, I came here to make sure you're alright, may I come in?" He blinks before nodding slowly and standing to the side to let you enter.

You walk straight to sit by the edge of his bed and he moves to place himself next to you.

"I'm sorry about my brother, I would have thought that after 6 years, he'd give up his immature need to try and humiliate your family, but I guess I was wrong."

He frowns and shakes his head before raising his hand to cup your face. "Why would you apologize for his disrespectful manners?"

"Well, he is my brother, and he definitely won't be doing any apologizing."

The both of you let a short chuckle before the tension slips back in between you.

"Mm, maybe, but you are not responsible for his behavior, he is what he chooses to be, and that's beyond your control, so never apologize for his behalf."

You could only nod obligingly with the way he's intensely staring at you eye.

Before you can get any word out, he beats you to it first. "Do you love him?"

The question took you by suprise and you furrow your eyebrows and gives him a short "heh?"

"I- I saw how familiar you are with eachother tonight, and I know you both grew up together, but you must be blind to not see how he looked at you. Everyone could tell that his stupid toast was made out of jealousy because you danced with me."

All this new information and theories made your head swirl, You love Aemond as he is your brother, and never once did it occur to you his affections might be more than a sibling like one.

You looked at him dazed and confused, not knowing how to react with the randomess of the conversation.

"I- I admit, I've never seen him more than a family, and I have never noticed that there was such possibility that he did." You confess to him, avoiding his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed with his assessment.

"And have you noticed my feelings for you?" Your head snaps to look at him and your shocked face answers his question.

You open your mouth but no words leave you as you were still struck by his forwardness.

No words was needed though, as he closes the gap between you two wish his lips warm against yours.

You sigh againts the kiss as his hands cradles your face as yours wrap around his neck.

He pulls you to sit on his lap and when one arm moves around your waist to pull you closer and you gasped when he bites your lip, giving him an entrance to slide his tongue in.

He groans as your tongue meets, gripping your waist and angling his head better.

After what felt like hours of wet salivas mixing and your hands grasping and pawing at eachother, you were the first to pull away needing to catch your breath.

He leans his forehead againts yours as your hot breaths fans eachother.

A slow smile spread on your face and he beams at you like a child towards a rising sun. His thumb moving to rub your bottom lipz the feel of his skin againts yours making your eyes flutter.

You open your eyes to him staring a you with such gentleness you couldn't help but kiss him again, easily reciprocated by him, licking and sucking your bottom lip.

He sighs againts your lips when you pause.

"It feels like you are made for me sometimes" He murmurs againts your lip.

You let out a low breathy chuckle pulling away lightly. "Oh I believe I am made just for you, my prince."

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