#alicent hightower x f!reader

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 & 𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓃𝓉

haha, another fic I wanted to finish...I'm team Black, I swear...but Alicent is just too pretty I don't know what to say

Summary: Alicent struggles to deal with the feelings she harbors for you, her chambermaid and ally.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), religious guilt, infidelity, slight dubcon, oral, fingering, some angst

word count | 3.2k🤙🏻

Alicent sighs heavily as you inform her of yet another servant that has been chased away by her son, Prince Aegon. She didn’t know why she was surprised anymore, it happened so frequently. Even worse, she expected it to happen more often as he aged. She just couldn’t catch a break…

It was hard enough being married to an old, rotting man at such a young age, but to raise all of her children alone? Alicent often wondered how they aren’t turning out worse than they already are. She had no support from anyone, not her husband nor her own father, him banished from the Red Keep and Lord Strong only helping her for his own gain and power. She couldn’t even rely on her childhood friend anymore, now her stepdaughter. It was almost laughable the hand Alicent was dealt. The Gods were cruel. But they did give her one good thing though; you.

You had been Alicent’s personal servant ever since her last child was born, helping raise them the best you could whenever Alicent had to rule in the king’s name, meaning she was often busy. You clicked instantly, though you had a sort of talent for always getting on someone’s good side. You could see the light in her eyes that was slowly dying out the older she got and the more time she had to spend in the Red Keep. You could tell she missed her home and her father, so you often comforted her whenever those feelings seem to cloud her thoughts. She warmed up to you pretty quickly, longing for a companion other than her favorite child. And when she needed information, you’d get that for her too. Unlike Lord Strong, you didn’t ask for anything in return.

The first time you made her laugh was when you accidentally voiced your thoughts about fantasizing about kicking his cane out from underneath him. You thought she’d scold you for thinking such a horrible thing, but the prettiest sound you ever heard escaped from her lips. Bashful giggles filled her chambers which caused your face to heat but filled you with a sense of pride. Even so, Alicent looked more ashamed of herself for finding what you said funny. But from then on, you were determined to make your queen laugh whenever appropriate.

She confided in you a lot, about everything, even things she never admitted to herself before you came along. You never judged her, ever. You may have been biased but in your eyes, your queen could do no wrong. For Alicent, ever since getting close to you, she started to feel things she thought she never would again. She hadn’t felt this happy being around someone since Rhaenyra was her best friend all those years ago. But therein lied another problem; Alicent wasn’t just friends with the Targaryen princess, she wanted to be more than that. Now that she was feeling that same way about you, her feelings of guilt came back even stronger than before. 

Alicent always struggled with accepting herself. All her life, she was told how to behave and how she should be. Following the Faith of the Seven, being attracted to the same sex was strictly forbidden. It was just another reason to pick at her cuticles until they bled. She hadn’t done it in a long time (mostly thanks to you), but every time she had…sinful thoughts about you, she didn’t even notice she was hurting herself again until you called her out on it.

You were concerned and had asked what had been causing her to hurt herself again, but Alicent very well couldn’t tell you the truth, could she? So, she blamed it on Aegon’s behavior and that seemed to quell your curiosity, but you still kept a more watchful eye on her to keep herself from picking at her skin. You just didn’t know that you were the cause and kind of made it worse, though it meant you spent even more time with her, so she couldn’t really complain. But after this incident with the servant girl that Aegon harassed, you could tell Alicent needed time to herself, so you quietly dismissed yourself.

You felt horrible for thinking such things at a time like this, but you also felt you needed some special time to yourself. Unbeknownst to Alicent, you were having some of the same issues she had. Although, you were ashamed of yourself about it. Even though she was upset, Alicent looked absolutely stunning in her green dressing gown and the urge to relieve yourself was almost overbearing. Now, you weren’t the most lecherous individual, but to say you weren’t a prude would’ve been an understatement.

You had some distant relatives from Dorne and went to visit them for a couple months, your parents saying something about you needing to experience the world before being tied down to King’s Landing. You weren’t going to complain, in all your life you never thought you’d ever even travel past the Stormlands. You were somewhat sheltered, but just a few weeks in Dorne and you learned more than most highborn ladies ever did. You learned much about yourself with the help of the Dornish, especially learning about your sexuality which everyone was open about there. Even just a kiss in public between lovers always seemed to be looked down upon north of Dorne. You came back to King’s Landing changed, but for the better.

You found pleasure whenever you could and without shame, but you also knew you had a reputation to uphold, not just for yourself but for the family you worked for. Not many people get the opportunity to serve the royal family, so you knew acting out on your feelings for the Queen  was the quickest way to getting your head impaled on a pike for all the Red Keep to see. You would be labeled a heathen, whore, and a dishonor to your family and those statements would follow you all the way to the Seven Hells. So, you always found your release in the privacy of your own chambers, not having to fear wandering eyes or ears. If you were ever to go to a brothel on the Streets of Silk, word would travel before you could even blink. But you couldn’t think of that now. As you laid back in your bed with your hand in between your thighs, all you wanted to think of was your Queen Alicent.

You ran your delicate fingertips over your hardened nub hastily, grabbing at your breasts, desperation painting your features as you thought of Alicent’s soft lips. You imagined how they’d feel pressed against your own, on your neck, chest, and even further south. Just the image threatened to oversensitize you, but you needed the thought to find release. “Alicent…” You breathed a whimpery whisper, your peak building steadily, that burn in your belly spreading over you like waves. But just as you were about to finish, you heard a loud gasp. “My Queen-!” 

The Queen Alicent stood wide eyed in shock, mouth agape, unable to stop herself from looking where your fingers were coated in your arousal, your cunt glistening in the sunlight seeping through the curtains into your chambers. “My apologies.” Alicent spoke curtly, quickly turning and exiting your chambers without another word.

In quite a blunt manner, you expressed your embarrassment as soon as she was out of your sight: “Fuck.” You prayed to the Seven that she hadn’t heard you moan her name.

In truth, you had nothing to worry about. Queen Alicent was too flustered to even register that she was the object of your desire, blood thrummed loudly in her ears as her face reddened at the sight of you in the throws of near ecstasy. She didn’t know how to react, and she certainly didn’t know what to do about the ache in between her legs as she made it back to the sanctuary of her solar.

Alicent sat in her chair with a shaky exhale, closing her eyes to try and calm herself, only to see the image of your fingers inside yourself. She could still hear the faint sound of the moist suction from your fingers moving in and out, sending a shiver down her spine. She didn’t realize she was picking at her cuticles until she felt a droplet of blood running down her hand. It wasn’t enough that she had these sinful feelings and desires, the gods kept tempting her, but that went too far. How is she supposed to resist temptation when she has to be around someone so intoxicating as you? It wasn’t fair. Why were the gods consistent in handing her the short straws in life? What had she done to deserve such divine punishment?

The ache in Alicent’s core hadn’t faded, the image of you still burning through her mind. She gazed around, there was no one but her in her chambers and there was no one likely to barge in without knocking first. Perhaps this one time, she could try to quell that desire that’s begun to feel so familiar every time she’s around you. But she didn’t know where to start.

Of course Alicent knew of her clit, but she never dared to touch it lest she gets sent straight to one of the Seven Hells. But that spot of throbbing so badly, it would hurt to leave it untouched. So cautiously, she lifted her skirts past her knees, experimentally running her fingers up her inner thighs. The closer she got to that aching spot, the more her breath quickened. And just as she was about to reach closer, she stopped abruptly. No, as soon as she gives in to herself it's more likely she’s to give in to you. That couldn’t happen. That will not happen, or so she believed.

The next couple weeks were awkward, to say the least. The Queen could rarely make eye contact with you, let alone sit with you in private as you used to do. You knew it wasn’t really your fault, but you still felt guilty Alicent caught you like that. You knew she wasn’t used to pleasure, her marriage to an old man being proof enough. You felt bad for her, but you didn’t know how to help her if you even could. You tried easing into a discussion about it, but she never took the bait. You would’ve given up entirely if it weren’t for you catching her staring at you on multiple occasions. And besides, if she was offended or heard you moaning her name, you’d be a headless body right now. But the way you caught her looking at your fingers with an almost glazed over expression, you figured she wasn’t offended and uncomfortable with you, but herself. The poor woman, she didn't understand it at all, did she?

You decided to confront her later in the evening, when her other maids rested for the night and the children were asleep. Your heart thumped in your chest rapidly, scared but excited for how this conversation might turn out. You watched as she sat in her plush chair in exhaustion, looking at the window in thought. She was beautiful.

“Your Grace?” Your soft whisper almost startled Alicent if it wasn’t for the fact she was acutely aware of your presence at all times. “May I speak with you?”

Alicent shut her eyes, already knowing what you must’ve wanted to talk about. She did not want to have this conversation at all, but there was no escaping it any longer. “You may…” She spoke quietly, tensing up when you took steps closer to her, sitting on the footrest of her chair, entirely too close for comfort. It wouldn’t have bothered her before, your closeness, but all she could think about was you pleasuring yourself.

“If I can be quite blunt, your Grace…you’ve been distant these past couple weeks and it’s quite obvious why.” Alicent’s heart threatened to beat out of her chest. “I hadn’t meant you to see me like that, my Queen. I thought I was alone…”

Alicent sighed, shaking her head. “I’m the one at fault. I never should’ve barged into your chambers like that, especially without knocking. You’ve nothing to apologize for.”

“And I’ve also noticed…how you can’t keep your eyes off me since.” 

Alicent breathed in a sharp breath, her lips dipping into a frown. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. I believe you’re forgetting your place.”

With a shaky exhale, you placed a trembling hand on the Queen’s clothed knee, feeling her tense immediately. “I think you do, your Grace. I may be disrespectful right now, but I can’t help but see how everyone else treats you, including the King. I can see how he doesn’t even care to make you feel loved. You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel like the only woman in the Seven Kingdoms.”

Alicent blushed brightly, whispering your name in disbelief.

“Please, let me serve you, my lady. Properly. That’s what I’m here for. I can’t see you like this any longer.” And without another word from either you nor Alicent, you delicately lifted her skirts up past her knees, smelling her obvious arousal from where you sat. She wanted this, whether she admitted it or not.

Alicent looked down at you with a conflicted expression, the soft tips of your fingers gently spreading her legs apart and tracing them up her inner thighs. Her core throbbed achingly, the guilt of sinning threatening to overwhelm her, but the feeling of you finally coming into contact with her dripping cunt making those feelings retreat to the back of her mind. So wet, you thought, bringing her face closer and licking a stripe up her slick folds. Alicent gasped at the sensation, the feeling of your tongue running up and down her sensitive flesh, making her wonder why she’d never had this done to her before.

Alicent’s moan as you circled the tip of your tongue around her clit was music to your ears, you would die a happy woman if you were able to hear her moans again and again. You needed to hear more. You used your middle finger to gently push inside her, feeling her tight walls clenching at the intrusion. She moaned your name as you thrusted your finger against her sweet spot as you lapped at her engorged clit. You could tell she was already so close, her moans raising an octave, her walls trying to push your finger out, and her hips bucking against your face. That fool of a King never made her feel this way, that much you were sure of. Could it be you’d be the first person to make her feel such pleasure?

You moaned as the Queen Alicent released on your finger and tongue, your mouth eager to taste and lap up all her sweet juices until she was licked clean. You were grinning as you pulled away, looking up at her like she was the one to put the moon and stars into the night sky. The Queen herself looked quite satisfied, a thin sheet of sweat coating her hairline, her natural curly auburn waves cascading down her body and framing her like a golden halo. Her eyes were glazed over, pupils dilated in the aftermath of her pleasure. “May I kiss you, your Grace?” But those words seemed to snap her out of whatever haze she was in, her eyes blinking rapidly, the fondness in them disappearing altogether and replaced with shame and rage.

“Leave. Now.” Alicent snapped, hastily smoothing out her skirts and pushing you away to stand. The feeling of rejection overtook the feeling of pride when you saw her legs tremble as she walked to her chamber doors, opening one and giving you a look that almost scared you. You left without another word, wondering if you should write to your family one last time before you were surely beheaded for overstepping.

You awaited death, but it never came.

Queen Alicent couldn’t stop thinking about you, no matter how much she tried to distance herself from you, you were her every waking thought. She hated feeling this way, wracked with such guilt. She couldn’t even look at her husband anymore, for fear that somehow he’d be able to sense her debaucherous acts with a servant. Her thoughts never drifted far from how amazing you made her feel, the memory of your tongue on her never failing to make her shiver. She had never desired someone so much after Rhaenyra, she never wanted to, but you invaded her mind and made a home there.

More weeks passed, you and Alicent together but never more apart. She only talked to you when she needed to, which she tried talking to other servants in your stead. It was infuriating, and it hurt. You almost regretted making your desires known, but it was done. You couldn’t change what you did. The Queen would have to decide for herself whether she wanted to continue what relationship you had on her own.

But for Alicent, it couldn’t have been further from simple. She wanted you, truly, but she’d be putting you and herself in danger if she pursued more. There were spies everywhere, and she couldn’t have any harm come to you. But every day, seeing you, it got harder to hold herself back. She needed you, and she knew you needed her just as much. At the end of the day, it wasn’t a difficult decision. She couldn’t keep herself away from you. You were shocked when she came barging into your chambers one day, without knocking once again. But she was the Queen, she didn’t have to knock.

“Your Grace.” You stood up from your bed with a startle, your heartbeat picking up at the sight of Alicent’s beautiful frame. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

Alicent sighed breathily. “I didn’t know I’d be coming here.”

You raised a brow. “Why are you here, your Grace?”

Without another word, the Queen rushed to you, taking you in her arms and colliding her lips with yours in a passionate embrace. You moaned in surprise, her soft lips felt like pillowy clouds as she moved against you, bringing your body close to hers desperately. You never thought a pair of lips could feel so heavenly. “Your Grace-”

“Alicent. Call me Alicent.” She interrupted, keeping her lips close to yours, never taking her eyes off you.

“Alicent…” You whispered, “are you sure you want this? Want me?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” She spoke clearly, her big, brown, doe eyes boring into yours, making you feel like she could see into your soul. You believed her, and that was enough for you. Damn the consequences.

You surged forward, capturing her lips once again. “I’ve wanted this for an age.” You confessed against her lips, not having the will to pull away, even to tell her what you’ve wanted to say for what felt like a lifetime. “I’ve always wanted you, Alicent.”

“And I you…it took me a bit of time to figure that out. I apologize. I did not wish to be rude to you, but I was scared. I still am.”

You cupped her jaw, encouraging her to look into your eyes. “I’m scared too. But whatever happens will be worth being with you, my beautiful Queen.”

i'm team black, i swear😰

#house of the dragon #alicent hightower #alicent hightower x reader #alicent hightower x f!reader #alicent hightower x fem!reader #alicent hightower smut #alicent hightower imagine

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐬

Plot: Imagine being the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, and having a very devoted family.

Cw: fem!reader, cisgender female reader (I'm sorry mascs and nbs, I'll make something for you later) incest/targcest implied for later, platonic and romantic yanderes, yandere EVERYONE x reader, here's a list of every character that will be featured (not all of them are romantic):Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Rhea Royce, Alicent Hightower, Otto Hightower, Viserys I Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Haelena Targaryen, Daeron Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon, Jacaerys Velaryon, Laena Velaryon, Laenor Velaryon

Notes: I go by a very strange mix of the series and the books, I haven't seen the series in a while so the timeline will most likely be a mess. I'd like this to be a series but I've been incredibly busy. Extra: at first I thought about making reader Mysaria's daughter, but this is a self insert, so it's best that you look however you like, leaving the mother anonymous. The only physical reference I'll make will be reader's silver hair

>After Rhaenyra was declared the heir of the iron throne, Daemon, insulted, flew away with his mistress, the white worm, who he would conceive a child with, even asking for a dragon egg for the prince or princess to come

>However, Viserys demanded him to go back to his home and wife, he sent Mysaria off to lys, where the stress of a storm in the trip back made her lose the baby

>Daemon never fully forgave his brother, and this left him less than eager to have another child anytime soon

>So imagine his surprise, when 7 years later, there's a rumour spreading in flea bottom like wildfire, about a girl carrying Daemon's bastard

>Many women had claimed to carry a royal child before, thinking this could give them any sort of prize, so Daemon didn't think much of it at first, but when he heard her name, he recognized her as one of his previous "favorites" who disappeared without a trace months ago

>She was said to have taken residence in Essos, and Daemon went on dragonback to find her. She was from the free cities, five years older than Daemon, and a heart as cold as a northern winter, or so they said. She was not expecting Daemon, running away to have the child in peace

>"They said I was too far along when I found out, moon tea would've only harmed me. Besides, it was lucrative in its own way" said the woman. Daemon did little to suppress the disgust on his face when thinking about her being defiled by other men while carrying his dragonseed babe

>She wanted no part in the baby's life, and Daemon, in his particular fashion, informed her he'd take the youngling as soon as it's out of her, may even pay her a few coins to make sure she won't do much as think about keeping it

>A few months passed, and he returned to king's landing with a babe in arms. Demanding an egg in honor of the birth of princess Y/N Targaryen

>This egg would later hatch into the dragon Dagahrion, the princess' bound dragon

>The court was a hot mess, according to Otto, he wouldn't be surprised if the young creature lost its left ear because of all the gossip and ill-speaking of her, just like her father. This was a scandal, considering he was still married to Rhea Royce, who he gravely dishonored time and time again, Daemon was always shameless, but this was crossing a limit, even for him, to call his bastard a princess while refusing to lay with his own rightful wife, disgraceful

>Daemon tried to use you as yet another attempt to get his brother to annul his marriage to "the bronze bitch", but even when he failed, he did everything in his power to legitimize his daughter

>Despite everyone on the council telling Viserys how foolish it'd be to do it, making enemies out of the Royce house, further insulting Rhea, and putting a whoreborn on the line of succession (no matter how far from the throne), all it took was a little yawn and the bright twinkle of your eyes to make him melt, he is fully committed to his role of uncle, even as a doting grandfather, considering his father passed long before her birth

>Viserys sent Daemon back to the Vale, saying he should do his best to give lady Rhea an heir, to make up for the slip and avoid causing the Targaryen house any more trouble. Viserys, for totally not selfish reasons wanted to keep the princess in KL, saying Rhea should not be made to raise his bastard

>Daemon said he'd rather be exiled again than to leave his daughter in Hightower hands to go try to fuck his wife. Viserys was greatly offended by the implication that the Hightowers truly ruled and schemed while he reigned

>To his outmost displeasure, he finally had to let his niece go to the Vale with her father

>Rhea loved you as soon as she set eyes on you, completely separating you from your father's actions, and seeing you as a pure angel in this horrible situation

>But it was so difficult with Daemon around, she just wanted to whisk you away and love you, she'd pray to the mother to be able to breastfeed you, crying when she heard you wail in frustration of your hunger, since it took several wet nurses to get you to drink milk

>But Daemon was always around to remind her you were not hers, that he considered her lowly, not worthy of you. He'd correct you when you learning to speak, and dared to refer to her as "mama"

>It was said the ground of the vale would shake upon them yelling when fighting over you

>But this joy to Rhea was short lived, as Daemon sent you to KL when he had to fight in the war of the stepstones, saying the "nest of vipers" was more deserving of you than she was. When you were three, your step mother had an accident while hawking, many said Daemon orderded for her to be poisoned when she was bed bound, others said the distress of your parting made her lose skill

>It was Viserys greatest pleasure when you were left at his care, his adorable baby niece was now an infant, and somehow you were even more charming, being able to speak, sing and walk

>To no one's surprise, Viserys' reaction was not generalized, with many not being keen on having a bastard running around the castle playing with the princes, by that point, Aegon was 8, Haelena was 7, Aemond was 5, and Daeron was 1, and almost all of them could see people treated you differently

>Rhaenyra was welcoming, baby Lucerys had just been born, and she was delighted to have a girl to spoil, it only helped that Jacaerys loved you as well, and would often fight his uncles for the chance to be with you

>Alicent in particular was not pleased with your presence, thinking you were an uncomfortable conversation to have with her children, especially resentful of the fact her youngest son would be attached at the hip with you

>To Otto, you were an annoyance, a living proof of Daemon's pure disregard for the norms, however, he could rest at night knowing you were ninth in the line of succession, and a girl, who would someday marry a son of a minor house and be too busy bearing children to present a claim to the iron throne

>Even though the Hightowers were tougher than the king, they did eventually succumb to your spell, and became just as enamoured with you as everyone else, in their minds, you were almost a product of spontaneous generation, completely ignoring your shameful father and prostitute mother

>Your arrival also caused the birth of Lucerys (who was again, born with a striking resemblance of Harwin Strong, just like his older brother) to be less gossiped about, after all, your case was much more interesting

>Some people in court starting referring to you as "The princess of flea bottom", this title costed quite a few tongues around the castle, ordered by Viserys, happily approved by Otto

>The Hightower hand was careful not to show too much affection to you, as it was improper and he knew how zealous was Viserys when it came to you

>Aegon was "already too old to be playing" in his words, and kept his distance from you, you reminded him to much of his sticky handed little brothers

>But as if you knew, you chased him around and praised him for his knightly demeanor (in your eyes) and how he's just like the heroes in Viserys' stories. It was not a long time before Aegon now appointed himself as your guard, watching like a hawk over his brothers and nephews when he thought they were being too rough on you

>Haelena loves you from the start, sees you as a little doll, she loves showing you her bugs, you're the only one who listens to her attentively

>Jacaerys and Daeron are only a year old, but always search for you, you think they're cute, something that spikes jealousy on Aemond, he wants you to think of him as someone worthy of admiration, like you see his older brother, he'd even accept being cute in your eyes, but he has none of those traits to appeal to you. You love him and love playing with him nonetheless, but he thinks he needs something else to win your favor

>The Velaryons dote on you too, with Laenor married to Rhaenyra and once your father marries Laena that same year, they are maybe too eager to become part of your family, and regard you as theirs

>Especially Laena, who Daemon allows (unlike with Rhea) to pamper and care for you, but still corrects you when it comes to remembering your origins, Laena may love you, but she's not your mother

>Maybe Daemon does this as a way to imagine you're only his, he doesn't care for the woman who abandoned such a precious treasure, she has been wiped away from your life and memory, you're only familiar with your father, you only belong to him

>You have his silver hair, you have his name, no matter who your mother was, you are his true valyrian heir, his dragonseed

>Unfortunately, Daemon is not the only one whose eyes light up when thinking of owning you

#yandere hotd #yandere targaryens #yandere aemond targaryen #yandere daemon targaryen #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere Jacaerys Velaryon #yandere aegon targaryen #Yandere Aegon II #aegon ii x reader #yandere Haelena Targaryen #jacaerys velaryon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd x reader

[axelsagewrites]

Alicent Hightower*Dreams

Pairing: alicent x f!septa!reader

Kinktober Day eighteen: corruption kink with Alicent Hightower – a new septa arrive at court but none of the thoughts on Alicent’s minds are holy

Word count: 1635

Warnings: religious corruption, corruption kink, relgious guilt, making out, flashing, f! receiving oral, multiple orgasm, smut 18+

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Alicent was a pure and pious woman. Anyone would agree the queen loved her gods but they didn’t notice the way her eyes chased after the new septa they’d sent to the court. Alicent however had noticed the lingering looks her sons would give her and how you’d squirm out of their grasps.

Often times you would run directly to her side, quoting scripture or asking her opinions on what you had read. She had taken you under her wing, at least that’s what all would think when she would stay up all hours praying with you. what they didn’t see was how she would stare at your covered breaths or dream about what you looked like under your habit.

She knew it was wrong. At first at least. But one night after an exceptionally good dream she’d had of you creeping into her chambers in the middle of the night another thought crossed her mind. Perhaps you were the maiden, sent to the queen to be a comfort. After all, if the men could find their comfort in another’s arms what was the harm of Alicent learning another way to pray.

Despite her attempts to justify her thoughts Alicent made no attempts to lure you in. you were pure and innocent and just and virtuous and fucking beautiful down on your knees. Well, that’s what Alicent had been thinking about, hand between her thighs one night when a knock on the door shocked her.

She quickly tied her robe around her naked frame, making her way to the door. she opened it a crack at first but when she saw your face shinning up at her she quickly ushered you in. “Is everything alright?” she asked, motioning you to join her on her sofa.

“I’m sorry did I wake you your grace?” you asked, nervousness suddenly washing over you.

Your eyes were trained on the sofa, but you looked up to meet hers as her hand took yours in hers, “You need not worry. You are welcome here at any hour. Now tell me why is it you cannot sleep?”

“I was wondering,” you started, your eyes darting away as you searched for the words, “if I may ask you a question? Just its not the type of question that I am proud to have to ask,” you said, your eyes finally meeting hers again.

Her eyes squinted, looking at you with concern as she squeezed your hand, “You may ask me anything you wish,” she assured you, brushing the hair out of your face without a thought.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the contact, your mouth growing dry. “How does one handle improper thoughts?” you eventually managed to spit out, “even when I know they are wrong they will not leave my mind and I wonder. Does it make me as bad as my thoughts?” you said, your tongue rambling as soon as your mouth had opened.

Alison shuffled forward, prompting you to finally hush and look into her eyes, “We cannot control my thoughts though,” she said, trying to hide the intrigue in her voice, “it may help if I were to know what thoughts you were having,”

Her words made your throat close up and your eyes grow wide, “Are they thoughts of another?” she asked and after a moment you finally nodded yes. Alison felt her stomach flip as she continued, “is it the princes?” she heard the words before she could think but the fact you shook your head no made her sigh in relief, “Another man?” another no. Alicent paused a moment, her head tilting, “Are your thoughts of another woman?” she tentatively asked.

You paused for longer this time before nodding, “I can’t control them your grace. They come to me at all hours and this night in my sleep,”

“What kind of thoughts?” she cut you off and you felt your skin tingle.

“Impure thoughts,” you whispered, your innocent eyes darting around despite being alone making Alicent want you even more, “I’ve heard stories of women who enjoy others company. Like how man and wife are supposed to,”

“Did your higher septas tell you about these things?” Alicent asked and you shook your head no again, “another septa perhaps? Or a certain book?”

“No my lady but my thoughts, they cannot be okay surely?” you asked, your hands tightening on hers.

Alicent knew it was wrong to indulge these thoughts, to bring you down with her, but your lips were so close and looked softer than any man, “Why would the gods punish us for things that do not hurt another?” she whispered.

“Is it not wrong my queen? To covet another?”

“Only if they do not wish your thoughts,” she whispered back, “Tell me my sweet, who do you dream of?”

Your eyes flickered to the floor, your skin hotter than a fireplace as Alicent shuffled closer, her fingers lifting your chin gently, “You, your grace. I’m sorry I do not mean to cause offence I shall send myself back to the- “

“That won’t be necessary,” her words cut you off, her hand moving to cup your jaw, “Tell me something sweet septa. Why would the gods make something that feels so good a sin?”

“I don’t know,” you stuttered out, “My queen we shouldn’t,”

“But why?”

“Because it’s wrong,”

“According to who?” she asked, her breath fanning your face, “if you can quote me a scripture I shall stop. But I for one see no reason why we should not make the most of the gifts the gods give us,”

Her words sent shivers down your spine as you looked deep into her eyes, “Tell me to stop,” she said, her lips moving closer till they brushed against yours with each word, “and I will,” before you could respond you felt her lips crash onto yours and your own lips kissed back surprising you both.

Her hands moved to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer making you gasp giving her the ability to slip her tongue in. a rush went through Alicent and before you knew it, she’d pulled you over to straddle her lap, your dress bunching up showing your bare thighs.

You gasped when you felt her pull your head covering off but groaned when you felt her fingers rake through your hair. It was softer than she had thought. When she felt you whine into the kiss another rush ran through her as she pushed you off her and stood.

You sat back on the sofa, beginning to stutter out an apology when Alicent undid the knot of her robe. Your jaw slackened as she pushed the fabric from her shoulders, leaving her bare for your eyes to marvel at.

This time she moved to straddle your lap, her fingers moving to unlace the back of your septa dress. She pushed it down enough to reveal the tops of your collarbones. You whimpered as she kissed down your neck, her teeth grazing your collarbones as her hands groped your breasts over the fabric that covered them.

“Would you like to see what I was dreaming of little one?” she asked between the kisses she placed along your skin. All you could do was nod then watch in amazement as she dropped to her knees, her hands slipping under her dress.

You tried to stutter out a question, but you were soon hushed, “Relax little one. Trust me,” she said, kissing your knee as she pushed your skirt up your legs till you were bare to her. Alicent loved the way your eyes refused to meet hers as your skin grew red.

You felt her warm breath fan over your wet cunt. all the dreams you had had were becoming real but as she pressed a kiss to your clit you realised it felt better than you could have imagined. Far better than your own hand.

You gasped as Alicent began to lick strips up your cunt, devouring every morsel of you as her tongue hit places you did not know existed. You felt your stomach tightening and an unfamiliar feeling begin to spread through your body.

Your hand moved to push her away but Alicent wrapped her arms tightly around your thighs. When your peak hit you, a loud whine left your lips, “oh god,” you cried as you came undone on her tongue but Alicent was not ready to stop.

“You taste so sweet,” she mumbled against your core making you shiver. When you felt her fingers tease your hole your hips bucked, “such an eager student,” she praised, kissing your inner thigh.

When she pushed her fingers in slowly, she relished in the whines you let out and how your hips bucked against her hand. You moaned as she began to curl her fingers, hitting the spots even you struggled to find in the darkness of your room.

However, your body jerked when her lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Your grace,” you panted, your hands gripping her hair as your head fell back against the chair. “I can’t please,”

“But you can,” she said, sending shivers up your spine as she left an open mouth kiss to your clit. As you felt her teeth graze the sensitive bud you couldn’t stop your legs tightening around her head as you came undone by her tongue a second time so far. Alicent could die happy like this she thought but she had no time for that now.

Not as she pulled herself to her feet and grabbed your hands, “What are you doing?” you asked, complying none the less as you stood in front of her.

“I’m not done with you yet my sweet. It is time for your dreams to become true,”

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❝Like we're going to hustle the shit out of his brain.❞

part 01 | it's called a hustle, sweetheart

chapter summary:

[ The math is easy in Helaena's head. One brother, heartbroken and moping and in a red flag relationship redder than Mars, and one hot best friend who is definitely his type. It's 1 + 1 = 3, really. ]

[ 2,345 ] [ series masterlist ] | best friend's brother!aemond targaryen x f!reader, ft. cregan stark x f!reader & aemond targaryen x alys rivers,

contains— this is going to be comedic and stupid in its comedy, bear with me - fake dating, fwb situation, toxic on and off alysmond, no use of y/n - mentions of sexy times but no sexy times yet (it'll be coming though, so minors gtfo) - multi parts - no kings, no martyrs, no betas.

a/n— the main vibe is silly and sexy !! you're hel's hot friend !! you getting it down with cregan stark (as you should) !! dunno yet how many parts, but we vibing !! comment, reblog & like at will, mwa ♡

You and Hel watch her baby brother, Aemond of usually calm and pretty countenance, drag and wince as he took a mug of coffee- a slow, almost painful affair - mumble something, somewhat of a gratitude and an apology 2 in 1 special, and reverse drag and wince back into into the room.

It's a painful shuffle. A Michael Jackson awkward moonwalk attempt. A pitying regression from the usually very pretty boy you've made it a habit of teasing.

In the past few months, there hadn't be a lot of teasing from you.

When the door clicks, you turn to Helaena with an absurdly amused snort. "He's really such a pathetic little meow meow, huh?"

She slaps your arm. "Stop it. He's really down. Alys really did a number on him this time."

"She always seems to do a number on him every time they breakup." You fight the urge to roll your eyes, for the sake of the concerned frown on your best friend's pinched, starlight eyebrows.

After all, this isn't the first time of the very many on and off moments of the Alys and Aemond Train. You bore witness to it like you're sat in an empty cinema, popcorn stale and it hurts your jaw to chew, and the train has come unloose from the tracks about thirty minutes into the film, but the plot is predictable because it recycles.

Which makes it a garbage film you can hardly stomach, rolling your eyes and getting the fuck out of the cinema about to demand a refund.

Sure the first time, you felt bad, felt horrible for the both of them as it did seem like they loved each other. You had even commended the maturity of their decision, expressed sympathy and an even pious comments of 'but you were both so good together!'

But then the pity kind of loses its momentum when it's been the third time. The fourth. The fifth. So on and on and on...

At some point, you start thinking that maybe Aemond Targaryen— of pretty Jupiter glaze and cherry-pinched lips, a Greek god humbling at the image of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen's genes combined— third time's the charm! or fourth in Viserys' case, snort  — is kind of a masochist.

Because despite saying that they're growing toxic for each other, he comes back.

Every.

Goddamned.

Time.

The maturity made way for screaming matches, bolts of peaking jealousy, and purposeful social media posts made to hook, line, and sinker the other person— like. Gods.

There was pettiness. There was red flags. And then there was the Wikipedia page that pops up when you search 'who is the worst toxic relationship?' and it doesn't even have a paragraph. Or a sentence. Just a picture of Aemond and Alys.

If Aegon Targaryen was made of easy vices and churlish, lazy smirks— his fingers, though cold and sometimes clammy, are still nice against your shoulder when he makes lazy circles at an attempt to flirt before you laugh it off and threaten rip his balls off, because if there's a few things that piss off Helaena, it's her older brother trying to go near any of her friends —

Aemond liked it in deep, ruby-red shards of a cracked heart being put together again and again. At first with superglue. Now he was more or less going with prayers and spit.

At some point, the pity turns to amusement turns to a roll of your eyes turns to concern shifting from the young man to his sister, your best friend, left somewhat the only one left to care for her crash and burn of a baby brother.

And you know for a fact that Daeron Targaryen is a menace on a dirt bike, and yet out here, in these streets, Helaena was worrying for Aemond.

Their mother's favourite child, their grandfather's most studious, and the pride and ego of Kings Landing U Business Department.

Helaena isn't used to worrying about Aemond like this.

You're not used to Helaena worrying for Aemond like this, and the usually pretty boy you liked to tease was starting to piss you off because of it.

"Hel," you start carefully, knowing you're threading on dangerous waters. As much as Hel adored you and no matter how many times she says her brothers are idiots cut from a blended cloth of her Hightower and Targaryen roots— she was also unmistakably protective of them.

She sighs, putting down the pancake batter she was mixing, and you, who was in charge of actually frying them, turn. She had hoped to talk to Aemond when he woke up, but clearly he was still very much smashed at any attempts of comfort or reprimand, even she wasn't sure anymore.

"I know, okay?" Hel mutters. "I know it's stupid."

"It's not stupid," you rush. At her doubtful look, you insist. "It's really not. I care about the little punk too. Even though lately I kind of just... want to hang him by his boxers on the balcony... make him see reason from there."

It works, Hel laughs. Then she smirks. "That little punk is only three years younger than you and a whole foot taller, babe." Then she blinks. Eyes going wide as saucers, which would be comical if not for the fact that she looked like she got the prophecy of Bathroom Urge Number #1. "Oh gods. Oh my god!"

"...Did you poop yourself?" Her face descends into a scowl, swatting you with the bowl. You yelp, giggling. "Hey, hey! Stop- Hel, you're going to spill everywhere! You know kitchen rules! No violence near the stove!"

"I was about to say I got it, you harlot! I didn't shit myself!" But she stops pestering you with the bowl as you snort.

"Okay, one, harlot? Who are you? A medieval peasant?"

"Please. If we were in the Middle Ages, I'd be a princess."

"That's actually too true, my princess, how dare I."

Hel raises an eyebrow. "But back to point- wait, actually, damn, where were you last night?"

Helaena already knew the answer. Apart from the fact that it is a best friend's duty to be apart of every slight and win in another's life, you had used your regaling tales about Cregan Stark as a means to distract Hel from worrying about her brother every time he broke up (or her; they're very gracious to each other as they take turns in piling to this toxicity), once again, with Alys.

"At Cregan's," you respond lightly, turning to flip another pancake into an awaiting plate. You were at Cregan's last night, so you only found out about Aemond's newly- and briefly - placed single status this morning when you got into the apartment you shared with Hel. She promptly placed her brother in her room while she, seeing as you weren't in yours, slept on your bed.

"And what did you do?" She knew exactly what you did— what you both did, every time since meeting again two months ago at the bar you worked.

"I helped him, uh." You stuck your tongue out, busying yourself with breakfast to clench at an excuse. "With his taxes."

Helaena snorts. "What does taxes have anything to do with the hickies? Gods, you look like you got mauled."

You snicker, fingers briefly dancing over the blue and violet marks over your neck and collarbone. It dipped lower to your chest and thighs, but you weren't going to tell your best friend that. By her wry grin, she already knew anyway.

"Okay, okay, enough of that. You said you 'got it'? Got what? A way to stop your brother's toxic relationship with the very hot older woman that we all known and adore as Alys Rivers?"

"Yes!" Then she hesitates. "But... are you and Cregan...?"

"What? No! I told you." You roll your eyes. "It's just a thing with us. We're both single, not really ready for the dating scene. He broke up with a serious relationship not long ago, he's not ready for it, and I'm sorry, but unlike your brother, is dealing healthily with it."

"With you."

"With me, yes." You shrug, turning off the stove once you've scraped the entire bowl. "So no, we're not in a relationship. But what's your plan got to do with my amazing- and frequent - sex life?"

"And you're sure you don't like him like that?"

You roll your eyes. Hard. "Yes, my royal pain the ass, I am."

Before you can react, Helaena has grasped you by your arms, watery lavender eyes wide and begging.

"Hel, I love you, but I don't like you like that."

"I love you too and same, no, no—"

"What do you mean 'no, no'? That is so offensive—"

"—I mean Aemond."

"I don't really love your brother either, though, I find him extremely pretty," you muse.

"Good! Might help with my plan!"

"What is your plan?"

"I will owe you, so, so much."

Your eyes narrow. "The fact that you're not telling it to me straight means it's a big ask, Targaryen."

As guilt flashes in her eyes, you know you're right. "So, so much. I swear. I will do your laundry— the chores! All of 'em! For a month!"

"Helaena Targaryen, I swear to the gods—"

"Canyoupleasefakedatemybrother?!"

You blink, triyng to unwound what she just spat in one exhale. "I am not fucking the sad out of your brother, that is also not healthy."

"What!? No!" Hel inhales, enunciating better now. "I said, Can you please fake date my brother? My poor, heartbroken, wonderful, you said so yourself 'very pretty', baby brother?"

She blinks, owlish and pityingly, the way you know she knows has gotten her out of a lot of messes. Has gotten her brother, Aegon, out of a lot of messes with their grandfather, who you know to be an asshole to anyone— the incident when he sideway called you a whore, still very bright in your mind; a grudge that keeps on going — but his granddaughter.

"Hel, I adore you, but that's the single most, stupidest thing I've ever heard."

"No, no, it's a lot more complicated than just you fake dating him, duh, I mean like, he knows it too! Like we're going to hustle the shit out of his brain!"

Your eyes flicker to Helaena's room where said sad sack she wants to hustle the shit out of, is in. "Elaborate."

"I meant like. Okay, so we know how this is going to go, right?" She rolls her eyes, her voice lowering to a hush, but her grip on you is just as strong. "They're broken up, he mopes around for a few days, goes to the seven stages of grief the on steroids version, making weird posts and baits against Alys until one of them takes a bite, then they meet trying to feel each other, suss each other out, next thing you know, they're in bed together and we're back to the Good Days of Aemond and Alys as seen on TV! But oh wait, it's worse every time it recycles! Like your favourite show but with butt-ugly new cast they never address!"

Hel takes a deep breath, defeated and desperate all at once. "I am so tired of it. Mom is so tired of it. You're tired of it. And I know, deep down, Aems knows this isn't a sustainable way to love someone. To be in love with someone. But he doesn't know anything but Alys. She's his first everything- yeah, I know about that too, it's disgusting. But now... there's you! My very hot, very beautiful, very amazing best friend."

You nod. "I am agreeing with most of your points so far, especially the compliments geared toward me."

She playfully slaps your arm, continuing. "If we pitch this as like, you helping Aemond make Alys jealous... make it seem as if we're helping him out by sussing her out... you're a total bombshell, babe, Aems will see that there's more to love and lust than just Alys Rivers. It doesn't have to tell all, start and end with her. Every time." She grins as if she's so smart, finally releasing you and placing her hands on her hips to complete the look of 'Yeah, my idea is brilliant, I know'.  "We just need to get his eye away from the not really prize, and make him realise there's more than just the toxic in and out of a failing relationship with your first love."

It's hard to tell her that her idea might not be so bad after all, but Helaena is already grinning as she reads your face like an open book, jumping and clapping around silently.

"Hold on, girlfriend," you say lamely. "How are we even sure I'm his type? Imagine thinking all this, and I'm a plate of grass to a carnivore."

Helaena snorts. "Please, girlfriend. You're older than him, hot as hell, and has a coochie that keeps Cregan Stark well entertained that he's politely said no to the female population that wants him. You are not grass. You are a prime rib-eye they need to ship from the other side of the globe and further ruin our climate."

At your snort, a blush spreading across your face, you press your tongue against your cheek, not willing to concede just yet but feel your will slipping with all the positives.

First, no chores for a fucking month.

Two, you'll have fun (in his own way), adorable pretty boy Aemond again, sans the toxic.

"He can't fall in love with me, Helaena," you say carefully. "I'm serious. I don't like him that way."

She is already shaking her head.

"Of course not, he won't. We just need him to focus on anything else other than Alys. Gods bless her soul."

"She's still alive, Hel, Jesus."

"But you're perfect for this. No ones going to fall in love with anyone. I promise." Helaena grins, tearing a piece of pancake and popping it in her mouth. "My plan is foolproof."

A few thousand hours later, her plan, is in fact, not foolproof.

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A collection of all my writing. ♡

12 Days of Smuff Masterlist

Aemond Targaryen x OC

Series Masterlist (ONGOING) (18+)

Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, Lady of Runestone, was not born of love. Nor passion. Nor even a sense of duty. She was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge. But even a child born of such darkness can find her way to the light. With her mother dead, and father flown across the Narrow Sea with a new wife, the girl is taken in by her Aunt, the Queen Alicent Hightower, to be raised among the little family she has left. There, she finds her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. The two spend long nights in the palace library together, studying the histories of both Old Valyria and the First Men, seeking to understand who they are and where they fit in the world. But finding that place proves more difficult than in the fairy tales they read. The seeds of disaster were laid long before they were born, and as tensions in the family rise, it seems as though their places may begin to diverge. Will they let themselves be pulled apart as the dragons dance?

Warnings: Mentions of rape, m/f smut, violence

Studious (ONGOING) (18+) Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Moodboard by @sapphirehearteyes

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI

Your marriage to the One-Eyed Prince is not as romantic as you hoped. The wedding night is beyond awkward and confusing, and afterward, your husband seems more than content to ignore you. But you keep finding yourself drawn to him, and the strange way he makes you feel. And though you don't know it, he is drawn to you as well.

Warnings: SMUT, p in v sex, masturbation (m and f) bad sex (these kids have no idea what they're doing), Aegon saying Aegon things, all the awkwardness in the world

What is Broken (WIP) Aemond Targaryen x Pregnant Sister-wife!Reader

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV

The war, the "Dance of the Dragons," as they have come to call it, is over. And yet, you are not celebrating. You have just learned that your husband, Prince Aemond, spent the last months of the war with another woman in his bed. Not only that, but his mistress is pregnant. Just like you...

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy and related symptoms, infidelity, maybe smut in the future

Inconceivable (WIP) Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Reader

Part I - Part II

Westeros has been at peace for nearly a year, and a wedding has been planned to celebrate the anniversary. King Jacaerys will marry his aunt, the only surviving child of the Greens, and unite both Targaryen bloodlines at last. It is a fairy tale ending, but this is no ordinary fairy tale...

Warnings: Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles... Angst, grief, forced marriage, more to be added

My Fair Lady's Maid (WIP) (18+) Prince Aemond Targaryen x Lady's Maid!Reader

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV

Frustrated with his grandsire's tedious and thorough process of choosing him a "suitable" bride, Aemond makes a declaration that a lady's maid could be indistinguishable from a true noblewoman so long as she was sufficiently dressed and educated in embroidery, conversation, and the like. Otto takes this as a challenge, and gives Aemond four months to turn one of Helaena's lady's maids into a noblewoman.

Warnings: Smut

The Girl at the Table (WIP) (18+) Michael Gavey x Reader

Michael has a plan for Oxford: complete his degree at the top of the class, avoid the wealthy, spoiled pricks that make up the majority of the student body, and stay focused. The plan begins well, until a girl begins sitting at his study table.

Warnings: Smut, math

Monsters in the Garden (ONGOING) (DDDNE) (18+) Ettore x Reader

Part I - Part II - Part III

No one comes to your garden but you, not even Dr. Dibs. So what is the most dangerous man on the ship doing leaning against your doorway and watching you work?

Warnings: SMUT; hand job; kissing; blood; mentions of rape, murder, and violence; female genital mutilation; vague mentions of corpse mutilation

Storge, Philia, Eros, and Agape (WIP) Osferth x Reader

Series Masterlist

When he arrives in Coccham to join with Lord Uhtred Ragnarsson's band of righteous warrior, Osferth does not get the greeting he expected. Uhtred himself is very clear that he has only accepted the young monk to irritate his father, and the few warriors he is introduced to delight in picking fun at him. Still, it is better than the monastery, the Lady of the estate is kind to him, and the servant girl who leads him to his new chambers is... something entirely new to Osferth. Something that, perhaps, will help him understand what the Bible means when it speaks of love.

Note: This is a series of inter-connected oneshots that can be read together or on their own.

That Pointy-Eared Blond Bastard (WIP) (18+) Half-Vulcan!Aemond x Human(?)Reader

Graduation - Away Team - Red Alert - Holodeck - Pon Farr

You are Aemond's greatest rival at Starfleet Academy. Or you would be, if he cared enough to have rivals. Vulcans don't care that much. But Aemond is only half Vulcan. And you... you bring out something decidedly non-Vulcan in him.

A Companion (WIP) Otto Hightower x Young Widow!Reader

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At the suggestion of Princess Rhaenyra, King Viserys Targaryen had commanded that his Hand, Otto Hightower, find a new bride. Preferably at the King's own wedding to Otto's daughter Alicent. While the Princess intended the suggestion as a form of revenge for Otto's machinations which led to the royal engagement, he intends to make the best of it. While he has always known that his late wife, Madelyn, is the great love of his life, he welcomes the idea of finding a tolerable companion. What he doesn't expect is you, a lady widowed far too young, who begins to spark feelings within him he thought long extinguished.

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The Second Queen (ch.1)

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!reader

Summary: 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚊e𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎

Warning:: 𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚜𝚝, 𝚁𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛(?)

A/n: English is not my first language, there may be grammar problems, so...read at your own risk.

Chapter 2

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Everyone knows that Daemon Targaryen is crazy about his niece! Everyone can see that!

But is he looking at her right now? Noooo, he's looking at another flower that just appeared within the walls of this castle. Young Y/n Hightower walked around the courtyard and didn't know where to put herself. Alicent was standing next to the king, and the girl was not well acquainted with Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra had changed a lot, and she didn't want to get in her face.

Daemon watched the girl's tossing carefully, he wasn't listening to what his brother was telling him. He wanted to laugh heartily, watching the sweet and funny Y/n. She had always been like that. He remembered that. She hid behind her older sister, acting quiet and demure. But it seemed to Daemon that there was more to it than that. The girl was clearly hiding something inside herself.

"The weather is wonderful today," Daemon decided to walk over and speak to Y/n.

"Oh my prince!" she perked up "You're right, it is very warm today and I'm glad of it."

"Do you like warm weather?" The man walked past her, sitting down at the table and taking a goblet of wine in his hands.

"I love it! When the cold weather comes, I feel like I'm withering like flowers in a royal garden. I get so sad." the girl said and took the goblet of wine as well.

Daemon liked the way she spoke. Easy and casual. No playfulness, no fear, no vulgarity. Calm, outgoing, smiling. Daemon wondered how Otto could have such a beautiful daughter. The man wondered, if they married and had a daughter, was she just like her mum, or just like her dad?

Daemon grinned to himself again. He thinks like a fourteen-year-old boy who has fallen in love with the first girl .

The lords who saw the young Lady Hightower and Prince Daemon chatting involuntarily cast a glance at Princess Rhaenyra, who sat off to the side, bored. She occasionally cast her glance at her uncle, but her face expressed nothing.

"Look Daemon, it's the irises, they're so amazing," the girl ran around the garden dragging the prince behind her.

Daemon only smiled and followed the little lady.

"Does my lady like flowers? Which ones do you like best?" asked Daemon squatting down next to the girl.

"I like n/f," replied Y/n simply and quickly.

They moved over to a tree and sat under its crowns. Y/n told the prince about her day, occasionally distracted by the maids passing by. Damon only smiled.

"kepus!" came a voice from somewhere in the distance.

Princess Rhaenyra was approaching the pair. With a slightly annoyed mood. She hadn't reacted to her uncle's attitude towards the younger Lady Hightower, because she knew he would soon get bored of her. But it had been a week now, and her uncle had not visited her once.

"Princess," the Lady immediately stood up and bowed her head.

"Lady Hightower, shouldn't you be with the queen and serving her?" Rhaenyra immediately decided to point out the girl's place, for her place was next to traitors and liars.

Lady Y/n was dumbfounded at such a harsh behaviour of the princess, but what the girl definitely did not like was people who stick their noses where they are not asked. Clenching her fists, Y/n grinned:

"Princess, I'm not a servant. My sister has enough of them. My job is to enjoy my life and look for a potential suitor," the lady replied.

Rhaenyra blushed, coughed and looked at her uncle. There's that dreamy look again, but he's not looking at her, he's looking at the girl who first bared her teeth.

"Ao didn't visit nyke, uncle. Gōntan mirros massigon? ao promised nyke iā kipagon va se zaldrīzoti!" Rhaenyra pouted, feigning innocence (You didn't visit me uncle. Has something happened? You promised me a ride on the dragons!)

"Iksan mirrī busy bisa week. Ivestragī's gaomagon ziry another jēda, Rhaenyra," the man replied (I'm a bit busy this week. Let's do it another time Rhaenyra).

Rhaenyra was a little taken aback. She was about to hit the young Lady Hightower with her shoulder, but surprisingly the girl managed to dodge, causing Rhaenyra to trip over the hem of her dress. She didn't fall, but her ears lit up even more with shame.

"My lady, would you care to dine with me?" asked Daemon.

"My pleasure!" pronounced Y/n.

They began to walk slowly towards the castle, they were in no hurry, they had all the time in the world.

"You know Daemon, I dream of riding a dragon with you too," the girl said quietly, she turned to the measuring man and smiled at him, walking forwards.

Damon smiled even wider.

Y/n didn't realise how she'd ended up in that position.

She and Daemon had just decided to read a book about the Ancient Kings.

It all started when Daemon decided to play a prank and as soon as the book started to get interesting he just slammed it shut and lifted it up, and of course Y/n tried to get it. She jumped up so hard and pushed off Daemon's arm that he didn't keep his balance and fell off the chair. And Lady found herself in his lap.

"Gotcha!" exclaimed the girl joyfully, and made herself comfortable on his lap. "You've thrown me off my reading, now I won't be able to find the moment!" whimpered Y/n and turned away from Daemon, showing her back.

"Please forgive me, but you were so sweet, lady, I just couldn't help myself," Daemon frivolously hugged the girl from behind and rested his forehead on her shoulder.

"I wonder if there's ever been one king who loved his wife so much that he was willing to die for her? Reading all these stories, no one narrates the relationship of the royal consorts. And if they do, it's cheating, strife and jealousy. It's not even pleasant to read," the girl turned the page.

"I wish I could use my brother as an example, but..." Daemon rested his chin on the lady's shoulder.

"Yes.... if you were king, who would you want to choose as your wife?" the girl asked.

"What is it, little flower? You want to be my wife," smirked the man.

"Maybe. But then I'd want to be the only woman in your life. And if I found out you kept going to Silk Street...but I'd treat you to manhood and turn the brothel into a bloodbath," the girl smiled and turned to the surprised man.

All Daemon could do was close and open his mouth.

"Oh, what am I...so what's up with Aegon the Conqueror?" the girl changed the subject and sat down on the soft sofa next to the man.

And so for a month Prince Daemon and Lady Y/n danced between each other. It was already clear to the whole council and the king that the prince was very warm to the girl. So rumours of the wedding had already spread far beyond the Royal Lands.

Y/n walked around in high spirits as everything she had planned began to come true.

"Sister!" came Alicent's voice from the empty corridor.

"My queen," the lady bowed respectfully, preparing to listen to a lecture from her older sister.

"The rumours are growing. You must not see Prince Daemon. Father is furious, I'm amazed that he's holding back from screaming at you," The queen equalled her sister and they walked further down the corridor.

"He yells all the time, I'm getting tired of listening to him. And what if it's Daemon, he's a prince!" the girl resented.

"But his reputation," fretted Alicent.

"I don't care. I hear King Viserys is getting worse. Who knows what might happen," Lady Y/n sniggered and walked on.

"What?" The queen stopped.

"Viserys has not yet appointed Rhaenyra as his successor. Father is doing a good job, if this continues, Daemon will be king as a sibling. The council may be outraged, but he will have a short conversation with them," Y/n continued to explain.

"You...want to be queen?... "Alicent looked at her sister with fear.

"Why not? I'll just combine my desire to be queen and my desire to have the right man by my side. It's not all about you being on top of things," Y/n continued walking, ignoring her sister.

Alicent now understood why her father didn't scold his youngest daughter, she was so much like him. Cunning and secretive. Alicent became even more worried, she no longer knew the girl who was walking down the corridor. It wasn't her sister.

"What do you mean?" turned sharply to her faithful maid Y/n.

"They were seen in the brothel. Rumours have already spread through the castle and the prince has been dragged before the king, my lady" Tala looked worriedly at her mistress, so gentle yet strong.

"Sir Conyn is finding out the circumstances?" asked the lady turning away from the girl.

"Yes, he went there as soon as we heard. They were in the brothel, but it's not known if they were asleep or not," Tala continued her explanation.

"He can't, can he? I'm...boring him so much..." Y/n settled into a chair next to the fireplace.

"My lady...rumours of his love for the princess have been floating around the castle for a long time. It was said that he was obsessed with blood purity and that he wanted to have a 'pure' child," Tala said.

Lady Hightower sat holding back tears, then stood up.

"I'll go and hear what's going on over there," Tala didn't follow her Mistress, only bowed her head.

Her heart pounded frantically, the closer she got to the throne room, the more clearly the voices of the enraged king and prince could be heard. There were no guards and the door was slightly ajar, you could see the king pinning the prince to the ground and shouting some questions.

"Wed her to me?" came Daemon's voice.

"Who?" gasped Viserys, hoping his brother would say the name of the younger Lady Hightower.

"Rhaenyra...Wed her to me," Daemon said.

Y/n stepped away from the door. Breathing hard, her heart began to pound even harder.

"I thought so," came the princess's voice from the shadows, and then she stepped into the light.

"How long have you been standing here?" Lady Hightower didn't dare look into the princess's eyes; she didn't want to see arrogance and self-righteousness.

"Since the beginning. Just as I thought, my uncle doesn't care about you ladies, he will choose me. As the heiress to the throne, as the one that will give him children of pure blood," her voice was quiet but cutting at the deep wounds of her heart.

"Princess...You cried out about never marrying and that you didn't want to bear a child because otherwise you would be treated like an animal. What has changed?" Y/n shifted her tearful eyes to Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra was once again taken aback. She had said those words at every corner, that she didn't want to be a 'laying hen', she wanted freedom. She looked into Lady Y/n's cold eyes and realised that she had changed herself for the sake of defeating her 'rival'.

The doors of the throne room opened. Guards dragged Daemon out. The man glanced at the two girls and his gaze darted to Y/n, but she paid no attention to him. She turned and walked further down the corridor.

"Y/n!" shouted Daemon, but the girl didn't turn around. He shouted once more, but was faced with silence and emptiness.

Daemon felt like he had crossed the line. Crossed it in everything. He looked at his niece, who was looking at him hopefully, but he only grinned and let himself be led away by the guards.

When he left King's Landing, Rhaenyra saw him off from afar. But he did not see the queen of his dreams.

And two moons later, the young Y/n Hightower left King's Landing, returning to Old Town.

#house of the dragon #hotd #daemon targaryen #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon x you #daemon x reader #x reader

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Would That I

Pairing: Otto Hightower x f!reader Warnings: Smut, age gap, keeping it in the family. Word count: ~1.1k Summary: Otto makes sure his pretty, young wife has absolutely everything she desires. Based on this request.

She is smitten with Otto the moment she lays eyes on him. Arriving in King’s Landing she anticipates a week of uninteresting jousts and tedious formalities, but as she sits in the stands, thoroughly uninterested by the spectacle of the two knights charging towards each other on horseback, her eye is drawn to the Hand of the King. He is older than her by at least three decades, but he is refined, tall and ruggedly handsome. While the potential suitors within the capital are seemingly endless, none of them compare to Otto Hightower

Using every excuse within her arsenal over the coming days, she seizes all opportunities to see and speak to him, and is delighted to find he is every bit as charming as he is handsome. He titters at her jokes and she is enamoured by the way his eyes crinkle as he smiles, the green of his iris appearing to sparkle as he does so. His voice is deep, yet velvety smooth and she hangs on his every word. He is intelligent, diplomatic and sharp as Valyrian steel.

Her desire for him intensifies as the days press on, and emboldened by one too many cups of Dornish red following a feast one evening, she leans forward and presses her lips to his, her heart fluttering as she feels the warmth of his large palm cup her cheek as he returns the gesture.

“I have not felt like this about a woman in years,” He tells her.

She smiles at his words. She has not felt like this about a man ever.

There is no need for her to leave come the end of the week, King’s Landing is now her home, and after a hastily put together ceremony in the Sept, Otto Hightower is her husband.

He surprises her with his virility on their wedding night, wringing peak after peak from her pliant body, leaving her exhausted but with a satisfying ache between her thighs the following morning. Otto spoils her beyond comprehension, she wants for nothing and has the finest of everything; jewels from Lys, gowns of Myrish silk and lace, wines from the Arbor. He is diligent in keeping her sated in every aspect of their marriage.

It is obvious his daughter, Alicent, does not approve, though she does not say it, and who can blame her? She has to admit that she’d be annoyed too if her father chose to marry someone younger than his own daughter.

It is not Alicent’s silent disapproval that bothers her, however, it is how the ladies of the court love to gossip. It is not unusual in Westeros for men to wed women much younger than themselves, yet she finds herself at the center of all manner of prying questions regarding the nature of her marriage to Otto. She supposes it is because of the responsibility he holds as the King’s Hand.

“What is it you see in him?” One bold lady dares to ask.

She bites her lip, considering her answer. She longs to say that it sends a thrill through her body to wait upon her knees for him, gazing up at him as he presses the head of himself past her lips. Such talk would cause a scandal, however, so she gives a tight smile and says that he is tall.

“Surely that can’t be all?”

“No, he is handsome too,” She says wistfully, thinking about how he gazes up at her from between her thighs, the softness of his beard tickling her soft flesh, the sensation causing her to clench around nothing.

“Is he kind to you?”

“Oh, yes, Otto is extraordinarily generous!” There is a particular necklace that Otto insists she wears, with nothing else to accompany it, whenever they are alone in their marital chambers. It sits tight against her throat, adorned with emeralds that gleam in the same shade of green as the Hightower house colours. It likely cost a small fortune, but in his eyes nothing is too good for her, not when he is buried to the hilt inside of her.

“Is that your favourite quality of his?”

“No,” She muses. “I adore his dedication to his family.”

The combined heat from the fireplace and lit candles that sit upon every surface of the bedchamber make the room stiflingly hot. She feels sweat trickle down her neck, disappearing beneath the emerald choker that sits snugly around her neck, every green gemstone glittering in the dim light as she rolls her hips against Otto’s.

His grip on her waist is vice-like, every sensation heightened by warmth, as the length of him nudges against a spot inside of her that makes her tense with every undulation of her body. She feels taut, pulled tighter than a bow string until it eventually snaps, sending her headlong into oblivion, waves of ecstasy rolling through her as she collapses against her husband’s chest, triggering his own release.

His fingers stroke gently over her dampened skin as he holds her close. Already, renewed desire throbs between her legs.

“Are you satisfied, my dear?” Otto asks softly.

“I will never have enough of you, my love,” Comes her playful response.

“That is not quite what I had in mind.”

“Oh?” She lifts her head, eyeing him curiously.

“I have seen the way that you and Aemond look at each other, I am no fool.”

She laughs softly, shaking her head. “It is nothing, I can assure you.”

“I do not mind,” He rises from the bed, pulling on a robe. “I wish for my darling wife to be satisfied, to have everything she desires, so I shall make it so.”

He opens the chamber door, uttering “you can come in now” and her eyes widen in disbelief when she sees Otto’s second oldest grandson hovering in the doorway. It seems outrageous to her that he would suggest such a thing, yet she cannot deny the way it makes her pulse race.

“I shall be back in an hour.” Otto informs them both, before leaving.

She is too stunned to speak at first as she takes in the sight of Aemond. He seems stoic and unaffected in his demeanour, until she studies him more carefully. She takes in how his pupil is dilated with lust, the prominent bulge that presses against the lacings of his trousers, and the slight parting of his lips as he struggles to control his excited breaths.

Arranging herself atop the bedspread, she relaxes knowing that he desires her just as much as she desires him. She beckons him to her with a crook of her finger. “Come now, don’t be shy.” He goes to her eagerly.

It is just one of the many perks of being Otto Hightower’s wife. He is nothing if not generous in every aspect of their marriage, and so dedicated to his family.

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[my-owl-baby]

Embarrassment

Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

Warnings : rough sex, cursing, begging kink, smut, 18+ and anger/yelling.

Summary: Dinner is ruin by your husband, Aemond, trying to pick a fight with children again. You scold him about it infront of the family which he didn't seem to be pleased about it.

Word count: 4.197k

Ps. This is my first smut/one shot as well if you have any advice from this let me know, I would like work on these a bit more.

Being Aemond wife wasn't as bad as you thought when you first met him, he closed himself around you.

Never once took his eye patch nor talk about what happened to him, he was embarrassed that you'll find him weak. After months of trying to get closer to him in which it worked.

You wouldn't judge or laugh at him, you understood what he was going through. He grew closer and closer to you.

In the chambers, his gentle touch would be all over you, top to bottom. Holding you close whisper good lovely things to your ear on how much he loved you and how he was lucky to have such a caring wife.

You loved Aemond, what people say about him being scary was only a lie. You hope it was.

Getting ready for dinner you put on a sage shoulderless dress. The golden necklace that Aemond gave you as a gift, and sage heals.

Aemond came into the chambers seeing you ready, "my wife looks stunning" he mumble wrapping his arms around your waist. You smiled looking at him through the mirror "only for my husband, which is you" giving him a light kiss on the cheek made him want more then that.

You could feel his breath warm breathing on your skin, he started to kiss your jawline to your shoulders. You closed your eyes while this happen, melting into his arms, his hands moved upward to breast cupping and squeezing them.

You let out a soft groan as this happen, you loved his gentle touch and love. "Aemond..." You said quietly as if someone was watching the both of you.

"We must go...to dinner" placing a hand on his check, he stopped and looked at you with lust. The last kiss was on the cheek before the two of you headed to the dining room.

You knew Aemond didn't like Luke for what he did to his eye and you seem to like the little boy. Talking about it with Aemond that he shouldn't let the pass become his own personality, the prince took it well and kissed you for helping him.

A part of you believed it but another part knew he wasn't over it. Aemond held your hand all the way to the table, helping you take a seat next to him. Greeting your mother-in-law and Aemond siblings, you sat next to Aemond, next to Helaena and infront of Otto Hightower.

You notice how the two sons of Rhaenyra were quiet, as they came in along side Their mother and step father Daemon Targaryen.

A waiting of the kings arrival, Aemond took your hand bring it on the table. He cared too much of you, all you can do it smile an place a kiss on his hand as well.

"I see that my dear, half brother is pleased with his marriage" Rhaenyra said, passing a smile sweet smile towards the both of you in which you returned on back thanking her with a small bow.

Aemond just stared at her before he spoke "yes, indeed she the most caring person I've counter in my life" you saw that he wanted to say something smart about Rhaenyra relationships with her uncle but stopped himself.

You passed him a look 'you are good' smiling at him, he brought you closer whispering in your ear. "You are the most beautiful out of anyone here today, love" he took a sip out of his cup, keeping an eye on you as he did.

You watched his hand as he held yours, his hands were cold and yours were warm. Finally the king had came into the dining room, all of you stand waiting for the king, Viserys to sit down himself.

Aemond never once let go of your hand, even if he wanted too you knew he didn't want to let go of his wife. He wanted to show everyone you were his in the most calming manner then he could contain himself.

Viserys near death, sat between Alicent and Rhaenyra. He announced that Rhaenyra and Daemon children would continue to bring the houses together.

Which you smiled at how they seem happy about it. You still haven't gotten use to the Targaryens marrying each other, but you didn't show it. You only smiled, you husband Aemond knew about it which he found entertaining to mess around with saying your future children would be wedd together.

You disagree about the idea of it but you knew it might happen so you try to get use to the brother and sister love or uncle.

Aemond squeezed your hand, getting you out of your thoughts "our children is next" he whisper, all you did was gave him a light tap on his shoulder shaking your head.

He smiled at your reaction, you knew he was only playing around so you passed a small kiss on to his cold hand.

"I want to make a tost to Rhaenyra, and her children" Queen Alicent went on right after she finished Rhaenyra said her tost.

You knew they were best friends but after everything that happened they might be able to keep their friendship.

Helaena sat up, she glance at you for support which you gave her a smile to encourage her. "I wanted to make a tost to Baela and Rhaena marriage, even though he ignores you most of the time except when he's drunk" she smiled drinking out of her cup as she sat down.

You didn't like the marriage between Aegon and Helaena, it wasn't well. But you couldn't do nothing about it then just be there for her. "That was a wonderful speech" you whispered to her.

She seem pround now that you said that to her, "thank you Y/n" she said as she went on to play with her toy she brought.

'Maybe I should say one' you sigh, sitting up you were quite embarrassed to but you were happy to see everyone to enjoy themselves.

You brought your cup up, while your other hand held Aemonds still "I wanted to make a tost to you all, for welcoming me to your house...I learned so much from all of you" you smiled, squeezing Aemond hand nervous you might mess up.

"I...also want to congratulat Baela and Rhaena for their marriage, may the lords be with you and to Princess Rhaenyra upcoming baby as well, she or he would be beautiful just like their mother" you drank out of your cup sitting down as everyone drank their wine.

You earned a thank you or a smile from the ladies, you were happy your tost went well, looking at Aemond, he smiled at you.

"Wonderful speech, love." He leaned in kissing your cheek. "Thank you, dear" you smiled at his heartwarming care.

Alicent started her prayers, which everyone went silent hearing these prayers before they ate their food.

Aemond let go of your hand, bringing it under the table placing his hand on your dress. You gave him a glance saw he was waiting a reaction out of you.

Aemond is bold, very bold but it never stopped you to love him. Looking at him while he tried to bring your dress up to your legs.

His face was straight no emotion behind it, he looked at you before looking away. "May the mother look after us, hearing our prayers as we eat well tonight and enjoy ourselves" she continued on.

Once Alicent is done praying, we ate our food before it became cold. "Lady Y/n, when shall I expect my grand children" you cough at the mention of it looking at Aemond, who seem surprised by what his mother words were.

"Viserys is near death and no child has appeared" she continued "and I want to bond our bloodline with you and my dear son" she took a sip out of her wine.

"Uh...well-" You got cut off by Aemond "mother, we will bring children just seems to soon in my opinion" he glance at you, he knew it was too soon for children knowing it wasn't something he was ready for.

You seem prepared to have his children, but he didn't want to risk lossing you "It's too many risk, and I want my wife to be healthy when she had my children" Aemond removed his hand from your thigh and brought it back to your hand.

Alicent nodded from agreement about her son words about pregnancy. "Very well then" she continued to mind her own business after that.

You thank Aemond for stepping in helping you with his mother, you like her no lie in that but she seems to pressure you into things like the bedding during the wedding. She reminded you of the bedding and that you would have his children right then and there.

Which of course didn't happen since Aemond pulled out in time saying he didn't want to lose his upcoming wife, he wanted to be safe and sure.

You all enjoyed your time, many laughs and shared smiled were passed around. Soon after the joy had ended, with Luke laughing at Aemond because of a pig place infront of him.

Aemond with both of his hands slammed them to the table getting everyone to be quiet. "Aemond, this isn't grown of you" you whispered to him, he didn't care.

He brought his cup of wine up "final tribute...to the health of my nephews" he said, you looked at him then glance at the two boys, Jacaerys was dancing with Helaena.

She seems so happy during that dance before it ended. "Aemond, dont" you said your last warning he didn't care to listen to his dear wife this time.

"Two strong boys" he raise his glassed a bit higher. Jacaerys didn't take it thought "what did you say?" He was upset.

"Aemond, you know better" you sat up trying to get stand infront of your husband. He ignored you, letting his emotions get the best of him.

"You don't think of yourself strong? Dear nephew" he said, Jacaerys came up to Aemond which cause a chaos between the boys.

"Aemond!" You yelled, you were only trying to have a good time with people you burley see. Why did he have to have the past dwell in, in these moments.

"You've done enough damage for today, go" he was stun by your words along with everyone else. "Aemond, don't make repeat myself" he only looked at you with betrayal.

He stayed silent before leaving the room, you turned to Rhaenyra "I'm sorry, for Aemond action today" you bow slightly, you knew you went to far but it had to be done before it got any worse.

You excuse yourself, making your way to your shared chamber with Aemond hoping he'll be there to talk.

He wasn't, so you decided to change into your nightgown right after a warm shower. It was midnight had came and you still waited for Aemond.

The door slammed closed, causing you to jump and turn to face Aemond. He didn't look like the kind man you knew.

You stayed silent watching him take his shirt off, making his way to sit down near the window. "You made a embarrassment out of me" he mumble.

You stayed quiet, not wanting to push his anger any more. But that wasn't in your favor either. He threw a glass bottle near you but luckily it hit the wall.

It scared you, the first time he acted this way "YOU HEAR ME?! YOU EMBRESSED ME!" You held your breath, stun by his words.

He sat up walking over to you, you step back against the wall as much as you could, the fear run through your body.

He notice it, but didn't stop. He grab your arm tightly "Aemond..." mumbling feeling the pain from your wrist.

"Don't Aemond me" he sneer, you tired pulling away but his grip was too tight. "You made an embarrassment out of me" his voice is harsh, smelling the hard wine in his breath.

"I'm sorry" you continued to pull away but nothing worked his hand seem to get tighter the more you tired to pull away.

"You are perfect" he got near your ear whispering the things he always loved to tell you "but now you made me a fool" his free hand pulled your hair making your neck a free access for him.

He attack your neck, biting you harshly leaving his marks on you. "AEMOND" you were surprised by his actions.

He pushed you near your shared bed, he bother to stop leaving marks on your neck. "Shut up" he covered your mouth keeping your pleading to stop.

He didn't want to hear it.

He pulled your nightgown down to your waist not wasting time. "You've been bad" he mumble the last part into your ear, before he started bitting your breast to your stomach.

You hurted in pain, but yet it made you feel so wet under your nightgown. You tired grabing his hair, which cause him to bite even harder.

He finally moved his hand away from your mouth "Aemond...I'm sorry" you mumble tears from the pain form near your eyelids.

He continued to not listen, no matter how many times you apologized he wouldn't listen to you. He felt his pants against your center feeling how hard is getting.

"My love, please let's talk about it" he stopped looking up at you, with lust full eyes before getting close to your ear.

"Why should I listen to you? You deserve a punishment" he didn't sound happy with your plead of forgiveness.

Taking off the nightgown in whole, now his eye view your nakedness exposed to him. It wasn't new but this time it felt embressing for him to see you this way.

He looked at your body letting his free hand travel to shoulders to stomach. "My perfect, perfect wife" he mumble to himself as his hand moved all over your body making sure to feel from everywhere.

Without warning he entered two fingers inside you, causing you to whine "Oh, my dear wife seems to enjoy this" he said, adding another finger. He didn't even give you time adjust to his fingers.

"Aemond..." You arch back closing your eyes feeling your walls being stretched out by forced. "Get use to it" he moved his fingers deep inside and out he continued this for awhile.

"Fuck your tight" he mumble letting your hands go, he place his head near your neck sucking and biting on it once more.

You wrapping your arms around his neck tugging on his hair "fuck...A-Aemond" you moan, finally getting use to the pain. Moving your hips upward enjoying it.

Your dear husband notice and pulled his fingers out. "Beg" is all he told you, you looked at your husband groaning from his response.

"Beg like the slut you are" he pulling you, making you look up at him by force. Taken back by what he said to you, you never noticed this side of Aemond was true. Such demanding side of him "beg whore" he sneered, once again smelling the wine from his breath.

"Aemond, please, please let me finish" you tired to rub yourself against his pants but he pushed you flat on your back on your shared bed.

"Please my prince! I beg only to finish" you obeyed of course you did. You seem to enjoy to see this side of Aemond more then the gentleman he is.

"As the slut wish" he said only ingredients adding two fingers this time, "more please" you continue to beg over and over again.

He finally listened adding another finger like the last time, and thrust roughly, he kissed you bite your bottom lip until it bleed.

"My whore, your 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎" you agreed, moaning louder as he gotten more and more rough with you.

You cunt clench around his fingers, you were close to coming he continued to kiss your lips and breast until he decided to pull away.

Looking at him like a lost puppy, he only could chuckle. "A whore doesn't finish without its prince" he said pulling his pants down revealing his cock.

You loved seeing it, it is long and wide always brought you pleasure no matter now many times it was inside you.

"On your knees" you nodded, leaving the bed to get on your knees as he sat down on the bed. His cock is front of you, hard ready to be suck on or thrust inside your cunt.

Without warning he grabbed your hair, forcing his cock inside your mouth. Shoving it as deep as he could, you gagged by the sudden movements.

He groan from the vibration coming from your mouth. He moved your head back and forth, you didn't pull away nor stopped him. You enjoyed it making you wet even more.

You moan as you use one of your hands to get the rest you couldn't take in your mouth. "Fuck..." he groan, letting go of your hair.

Letting you continued the pace, he thrust his hips upward and back he enjoyed it. "Ah...you whore, fuck" he moan wanting more, your husband became greedy.

Pulling you away from his cock, he brought you back in bed. Laying you down on your stomach, you were out of breath your throat hurted from job.

"Aemond..." You mumble, feeling his cock at your folds of your cunt. "Is this..what you want, whore" he said smacking your bare ass.

"Yes, my prince...i-i do" you moan as he continued tease you "please put it in" you started to beg, he enjoyed it.

"Like the slut you are, you shall have it...all of it" he grunted putting inside without warning. You curld your toes at the length of it inside of it, he slammed himself against your ass.

Yelling and moaning filled the room, you thought the whole castle could hear it. "Aemond!" He pressed your head against the mattress, he began to move without you getting use to him cock inside of you.

"Fuck...tight cunt for a prince like myself" he mumble as he started to thrust into you more and more harder then was done in your shared bed.

You moan like crazy, holding tight on the sheets as he thrust into you. Your eyes start to roll back arching as you were close to your climax.

"Aemond, I'm close!" You moan, he groan continued to thrust harder into you, destroying your insides with each thrust.

"Hold it. It's an order" you nodded, he finally let go of your head letting you hold yourself up with your hands.

Looking behind you seeing you husband making eye contact with you. He slid one of his hands holding on to breast as he continued to fuck you hard.

His thrust started to get slopper the rhythm was still there but more weaker. He took his eyepatch off revealing his blue 'eye' you loved seeing it.

It always showed him how much you loved him without his eyepatch off.

The moans and grunting continued but much weaker from the beginning. Aemond soon whispered lovely things to you as he continued to hump you.

"My dearest wife...fuck" he couldn't finish his sentence as he fucked you, bending over near you ear. Leaving kissed on your shoulder to your neck, the both of you finally brought it to an end with one finally thrust.

He spilled inside of you, mixing his own juice with yours. You fell on your stomach, it was an experience that you never felt before and you enjoyed it a lot.

The tiredness cover came you not wanting to move but just sleep. A pair of arms brought you close it was of course your lovely husband.

"I'm sorry, I'll get a master in the morning for you" He mumble giving you light kisses. You looked up at him with your eyes glossy from the tiredness.

"It's fine, my love" you managed to let out, letting both your lips meet. He covered you and himself with a cover not letting go of the kiss.

Once you pulled away he brought you closer then he could, "I'm also sorry for throwing glass at you" He guilt in his voice was heard. Your eyes were closed hearing his heart beat on his chest.

"Aemond, we'll talk about it in the morning love" you opend your sleepy eyes giving him one last kiss before you both fell asleep in each other's arms tonight and many nights after.

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #aemond one eye #aemond fanfiction #the house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #jacaerys targaryen #luke targaryen #heleana targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen

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Till the End of Time. (d.t)

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Targaryen!Reader

Summary: as times change you are closer to being wed off to another, and rising concerns between you and your beloved appear. will you end up together in the end?

Warnings: 18+. includes incestual relationship, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, mentions of death, small mentions of child neglect, fluff (UNEDITED)

a/n: back with my new obsession with the house of the dragon!! hope you enjoy :) also idk if the ages go ten and six or six and ten but yk what i mean

word count: 4.54k

all translations of high valyrian come from google! english translations are in parentheses!!

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Longing for Daemon Targaryen was something you were pretty used to, sadly, With the Rouge Prince’s habits of getting himself into trouble always made it hard for you to see him. Though you never had a say as it was your father’s choice on how to handle him. Being the King's eldest daughter is more complicated than most people think. Especially when he crowned you his heir years prior when you were just of the age ten and six. 

You always doted on your uncle even from a young age though now ten and nine. He was the one to pick your dragon’s egg for your cradle. He let you ride on Caraxes with him when your dragon was too small to ride. Gave you lessons about your family’s history and the way they ruled. With your father always wishing for a boy, your mother always with a child or grieving over one, and your sister preferring Alicent Hightower’s company before yours. Daemon was the only one to ever treat you as a priority.  

You heard rumors about him returning from Dragonstone though you wanted to know for yourself. Daemon never held it against you when your father named you heir and Princess of Dragonstone. As you made it down to the dragon’s pit with your guard Ser Harwin Strong, you heard the notorious roar of Caraxes with a widening smile on your face. 

“Ser Harwin, you know how Caraxes feels about others. You may take your leave, I will be okay here,” you turned to your guard who knew better than to argue with you when it came to dragons. 

“Of course, Princess. I will be back here before the sun goes down,” he told you before making his way back.

You knew Caraxes could tell you were nearby because of the soft growls that came from him. You never once had a thought that Caraxes would ever harm you which is the same reason why you approached him and were able to place a hand on the dragon’s cheek. 

“I missed you too,” you whispered softly as he purred and leaned more into your hand. 

“He always did adore you more than he ever has me,” a voice you know all too well from behind you. 

“It is good to see you back, Uncle,” maintaining your focus on the dragon in front of you.

“It is good to be back, Gevie. Even more so with you here to greet me,” he smirked making his way closer to you before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind burying his face into your neck. (Beautiful)

“I take it you have missed me during your stay at Dragonstone?” you giggled placing your hands upon his arms and leaning back into him. Caraxes kept his eyes on you two for a second before getting bored and turning his head away. You laughed at the dragon’s attitude which seemed to resemble the same pettiness as his rider. 

“Nyke va moriot miss ao,” he muttered into your neck pressing light feather kisses from your ear down to your shoulder. (I always miss you.)

Though you were fairly certain some already knew about you and Daemon or at least had their suspicions, you two did a decent job in keeping what you two have to yourselves. More importantly keeping it from your father, the King himself. Even as the worries stayed at the back of your mind about when and how your father would react when he finds out, you paid no mind to them considering your father paid no mind to you. 

“Se nyke've missed ao,” you responded turning to face him and looking into his mesmerizing eyes. (And, I’ve missed you.)

“You grow to be more beautiful each time with every meeting,” he told you as he tucked a piece of your hair back into your tiara. 

“As dashing as ever, My Prince,” you felt heat rush to your cheeks. 

“I hear rumors about Lords trying to court you as of now. Is it true?” he growled under his breath finding solace in kissing your neck.

Ever since you came of age your father has wanted to marry you off to some wealthy lord with a decent standing. The idea of marrying another who isn’t Daemon Targaryen repulsed you to a different extent. 

“You know I would never submit to those disgusting pigs,” you muttered while trying to stile moans threatening to leave your mouth.

“How about me, Issa dōna niece?” raising back to meet your eyes and gazing down upon your lips. (my sweet niece)

“To you? Everyday,” you murmur before lightly pressing your lips against his just to pull back a second later.

You found yourself feeling content with the thought of being with Daemon. You knew no one could ever treat you better or understand your position as well as he could. You could also see him by your side when/if you were to actually rule. No one else could fill his position in your life. 

“No one will take you from me,” you knew he spoke the truth. If there’s anything your uncle is good at, it’s taking what he wants. 

“And I have no doubt,” you said as he pushed your chin up to get a good view of you. 

He smashed his lips against yours and pulled you even closer to close the gap between you two. You move your hands to go around his neck to try and pull yourself up to him. His hands moved down from your waist to your hips tightening his grip. Making you gasp slightly and allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. You kissed until all the breath left your lungs and even then you never wanted to let him go. Scared to see him disappear and you married off to anyone but him.

You knew it was wrong, but that has never stopped you before from pursuing this relationship with your uncle. Not a piece of you has ever regretted giving yourself to him. He treated you better than anybody else. He has never given you a reason to not put your trust in him.

“It got annulled,” he whispers against your lips.

“What?” you had an idea but didn’t want to get your hopes up.

“My bronze bitch and I.” he spat as he said the infamous name he had given to his late wife.

You heard the rumors about what happened to Rhea Royce. Though it was stated that her cause of death was caused by a mishap with her horse during hunting, others found it odd that with the high skills of Rhea Royce on horseback is what would be her doom. Others suspected that the Rouge Prince had something to do with her death as it was always a known fact Daemon hated her.

Even with the length of their marriage, not a single child was born between the two of them. Some say that he didn’t even bed her throughout their marriage which leads to Runestone without an heir. He always would compare her to sheep and then proceed to call the sheep prettier.

“Does this mean I could call you to mine as well?” you questioned looking into his eyes shimmering in lust. 

“I have always been yours as you have always been mine,” he confessed while leaning down to rest his forehead against yours smiling softly.

“Avy jorrāelan.” (I love you.) 

“Se avy jorrāelan,” he replied pressing a light kiss on your lips making you blush easily. (And I love you.)

“The sun is almost down,” you said somberly knowing your lovely reunion with Daemon would come to a close when you see the sun start being replaced with the moon.

You dreaded the thought of going back to Red Keep and having to act as if nothing ever happened. You were sick of being pushed aside by your family and the council. You had to act as if everything was fine even when you heard about the rising dangers on the Stepstones. Your mother looked even frailer than she usually was during a prolonged pregnancy. 

“I brought something back for you,” he said as he reached his hand in his pocket pulling out a necklace.

“It’s beautiful,” going to reach for it before Daemon pulled it back in his hand closing his fist around it. 

“Do you know what it is, Princess?” he questioned you dangling it in front of your eyes.

“It is valerian steel, Uncle. Like Dark Sister” you answered keeping your eyes on the object in his grasp.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

You slowly turn your heel to turn your back to him. You reach up to your neck and remove the small diamond chain necklace that he gifted you the last time you saw him. As you pulled the necklace down from your neck, Daemon gently placed the new one upon you and kept his hands on your shoulders as he placed more kisses where the necklace lays.

“Now, You and I both own a small piece of our ancestry,” he whispered into your ear.

The tournament being held for your mother’s birth of a possible heir to replace you had every waiting for the announcement of the babe. Though Lords and Heads vowed their allegiance with you, that didn’t stop them from wanting a male on the Iron Throne instead of you. Seated next to your father just behind Rhaenyra and Alicent you anxiously waited for Daemon’s turn. 

As it came time for him to choose his opponent, you had no doubt in your mind that his choice of Gwayne Hightower was to piss out the King’s hand, Otto Hightower. Your shared hatred of the hand was because of the pure manipulation he used against your father to further benefit himself. He was a sneak and a traitor that wanted you gone as heir.

Knowing this would be an easy win for Daemon you had no worry that he would get hurt during it. Though you could say the same for Alicent who was nervously picking at the skin of her nails as she watched her brother get ready to go against Daemon. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rhaenyra placing a hand over Alicent’s as a sense of trying to calm her. It hurt knowing your younger sister didn’t have much interest in you, you held no major feelings of hatred against knowing the people she put herself around. 

Just like you presumed the match between Daemon and the Hightower son ended as quickly as it started. You stood cheering for him as you connected eyes with him. He gave you a smile that most people would normally never see from the Prince. When he made his way toward the stand, you hoped he would ask for your favor.

“Issa dōna niece, would you give me the honor of winning this tournament with your favor?” he spoke loudly keeping eye contact with you. (My sweet niece)

“Of course, Uncle,” you hear from beside you which made you snap your neck at the person who spoke.

“Actually I was talking about the other Princess,” which made you blush at the confirmation that he wanted your favor. 

You looked to your father as if to ask for his permission not that it matter to you anyways. He gave you a nod with a curious look on his face as he noticed the interaction between you and his brother. 

“Nyke jaelagon jeme issa biarves, uncle,” you wished him as you threw down the ring of flowers. (i wish you all my luck, uncle)

“Thank you, Princess,” and with that, he was off.

The King was gone a long time when he left in a rush which you assumed was to go see your mother during her labors. There were whispers amongst all of you as everyone wondered if the King finally got his wish of a son. You understood his obsession with a son but that did not mean you weren’t scared about being replaced. 

You knew something was wrong like there was a dark cloud looming over King’s Landing. You stood from your seat to rush back to the Red Keep and find out what was going on with your mother. The feeling of dread was ultimately crushing the closer you made it to her chambers. It was a mess. Blood everywhere. You tried to make your way into the room but the guards wouldn’t let you.

You felt the tears stream down your face for the woman who gave birth to you. She might not have acted as a mother to you but you knew her thoughts about fulfilling her duties which she felt like a failure for not doing so. 

When you finally broke free from the guards and made it into the room where your mother lays on a stained bed with a cloth now over her. All the air felt like it was knocked out of your lungs as you tried to gasp air in whilst having a hand over your mouth in disbelief and another over your stomach as if trying to hold yourself up. You looked around the room to find your father carrying a babe in his arms. He got his wish. He just had to kill her to get it. 

“What is his name, Father?” you asked as you made it closer to him and the child he was carrying. You felt growing resentment towards your father and the child as they were the reasons your mother was now gone. 

“Baelon.”

“Fitting for a prince,” you told him.

“Would you mind to hold him, Daughter?” as he turned towards you motioning for you to take Baelon.

“Of course not,” you gently took the child in your arms. He looked so frail and delicate. You knew this was your father’s dream child. You just never knew the extent he was going to in order to achieve it.

Tears still streamed down your face as you studied the child in your arms. You knew how Rhaenyra would take this news considering she was closer with mother than you ever were. She would be devastated, and your heart broke, even more, knowing she has no clue while still being at the tournament.

You could not take it anymore and gave Baelon back to your father as you sank down to your knees crying for the loss of your mother. She might have not been a good mother because she was always tied down to child’s birth, but she had her moments with you that you truly cherished. Like the time when Rhaenyra was 5 and your father was always more interested in spending time with her than you, your mother called you to her chambers and spent the time telling you stories to make you feel better. She told you that as the eldest you deserved to be the heir over anyone else, and she wished for you to become queen one day.  

You screamed in angst calling for her, but no response. The handmaidens tried to care for you though with no luck as you pushed their hand off you. Your father tried to calm you with words that fell silent to your ears. 

“Someone call for Prince Daemon,” your father ordered one of the guards which you didn’t hear. The universe felt like it was crashing upon you and that the weight was unbearing with every second. 

“Where is she?!” the Prince came rushing into the room having just ended the tournament. He paused as he saw you on the floor crying.

He made no waste of time and made his way towards you and lifted you into his lap. One arm wrapped around your waist and another covering your head as he spoke sweet nothings into your ear to calm you. 

You clutched onto him as he was the only thing keeping you grounded. He held onto you as if he was trying to protect you from the dangers of this world. The King never thought he would see the day when his brother would care so deeply for another. He saw the interaction between you two during this moment, and something deep down in him was glad you had someone to look after you when he didn’t.

“Brother, I will take her to her chambers to rest,” Daemon spoke out to his brother as he carried you against his chest. 

“Yes, of course, do what you must.”

“Tell the guards to leave tonight, no one needs to hear her cries anymore than they already have, I will stay with her tonight, Brother,” he told him.

“Understood, thank you for taking care of her, Brother,” Viserys thanked his brother.

“He killed her,” you whispered as Daemon laid you on your bed.

“What?” he asked in confusion while he took his place in bed right next to you take you back into his arms. 

“He chose that babe over her,” you spat out. “Daemon, what if someone did that to me?”

“No one ever will, my love. I will make sure of it,” he stated.

“They want to marry me away soon,” you told him.

“They will not take you from me,” pressing you against him tighter.

“You must be willing to let me go unless you choose to do something about it,” you admit to him lifting your head from his chest to look him in the eyes. 

He gives you an uncertain look of not knowing what to say. You took it upon yourself to give him a distraction from your situation and placed a kiss at the corner of his mouth before he captured your lips against his. 

You raised one of your arms to place your hand on his cheek to pull his face closer to yours. The kiss was filled with passion and commitment to one another. Daemon said what he need with the kiss and you knew that. The longer the kiss last, tense heighten, causing Daemon to sit up and pull you on his lap. You straddled him throughout the kiss, slowly rocking yourself back and forth against his hips. Increasing the friction and pleasure for both of you. You could feel him getting hard from underneath you which only caused you to smile into the kiss.

He broke away from you to move on to your neck and his hands moved from your waist to work on getting your dress off.  He untied the back strings to loosen it and slipped the straps off your shoulders leaving your chest bare. He went from your neck to your breasts quickly kissing, nipping, and sucking on the supple skin leaving love marks on them. He lifted you off his lap to stand and remove his tunic and pants. While you stood to let the dress drop and pool around your feet before stepping over it and laying back down on the bed. 

You both were bear to each other with Daemon moving and taking place between your legs. He leaned down to kiss you and traveled his hand down to your bundle of nerves slowly rubbing small circles with his thumb. You gasped at the sensation allowing Daemon to explore around your mouth. Daemon paused from kissing you and started moving down your body leaving kisses on the valley of your breast down to your stomach before going even lower.

He started his attack with his mouth against you devouring you like a starved man. Licking up and down between your lower lips, circling his tongue around your clit before closing in to suck on it. Your moans sounded like heaven to his ears. He slowly pushes a finger to ease in you, sliding it in and out with an occasional curl of his finger. The heat and pleasure were building in you waiting to snap. He added another finger in while stretching you out to get ready for him.

“Ao issi sīr ȳrda,” he groaned against you only adding more pleasure. (You are so tight)

“Mērī syt ao,” you moaned gripping the sheets in your hands. (Only for you)

He sped up his actions as you chased for your release and just like that it felt like something snapped in you. Your body tensed as your legs started to shake leading you to clench around his fingers trying to close your legs together only for him to move his other arm to spread them apart. He kept going through your climate making you press a hand against his head trying to push him off because of the overstimulation, but that didn’t stop him. He worked you through your high as you finally stopped shaking and started relaxing your body.

He got up from his position and went back between your legs, a hand on his hard cock lining himself up against your hole. He slowly pushed in letting out a hiss at how tightly your walls hugged against him. He pushed in all the way before stilling for a moment inside you allowing you to adjust to his size as you were never able to get used to it. You continued to moan as you felt him brush against your cervix. He was so deep inside you making you feel complete. 

After a minute, he started rocking back and forth before pulling out slightly to push back in. The size of his cock was godly and felt like it was splitting you into two. He bottomed out to quickly push himself even deeper into you. He groaned as he felt you squeeze your walls around him. You had tears falling from your eyes from the pure ecstasy that you were feeling. He leaned down to kiss the tears from your face before kissing you passionately against the lips. 

 The sound of skin slapping against each other, your moans, and his groans filled your chambers. Your moans caused him to speed up his pace and have a bruising grip on your hips. He repeatedly brushed against that spot in you causing you to tightly wrap your legs around his waist in order to push him deeper into you. 

“Daemon, I’m close,” you said softly through your moans. 

“I know, my love. Let go,” he encouraged you, feeling your walls close in on him. 

You released yourself around his cock as he searched for his own high within you. Before pushing one last time pulling you against his hips as you felt him spill his seed into you, thickly coating your walls. He lowered his head to your neck trying to stabilize his breath. You hissed at the sense of losing the feeling of being full as he pulled out and laid next to you. 

“You are the reason why I keep living,” you muttered as you turned to look at him.

“And you are the reason for my existence,” he replied back pulling you closer to him.  

You walked around the room looking at all the lords' cups to see who needed their wine-filled. This was your job during the meetings of the small council though you didn’t mind it as much since it abled you to hear news and what happens through the Seven Kingdoms. This meeting was just a bit better considering your beloved was in the room as well. 

“Your Grace, I do think it is time to start looking at arrangements and proposals for our Princess here,” Otto mentioned to your father as he stared at you filling Lord Corlys’ cup.

“Excuse me?” you questioned not knowing how the attention transferred to you so quickly.

“You are of age, daughter. There has to be someone that has been able to catch your eye as of late,” your father responded to you.

“She is our heir and you want to give her to some unworthy lord, brother?” Daemon asked looking at your father and his hand with bewilderment which covered his true feelings of anger at the thought of you marrying another. 

“Daemon, she will be well taken care of with whomever she ends up with, but I do appreciate your concern for her,” your father said as he turned to his brother. 

“We shall organize a tour for the Princess soon,” Otto recommended to your father while the other members nodded in agreement.

“Your Grace, why don’t you marry her to Prince Daemon under Targaryen traditions? He is now widowed with the death of Lady Rhea Royce,” Lord Corlys suggested to your father which the King went silent at.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the anticipated response of your father. You moved your gaze to Daemon who was already staring back at you with a smirk on his lips. The idea of being able to marry Daemon filled you with hope about your future.

“Lord Corlys, don’t be ridiculous,” Otto glared at him. 

“No, I understand what you mean. You all may leave except you my brother stay,” The King directed everyone in the room. 

You waited for everyone to leave before making your way out but in reality, while your father was distracted by his own thoughts you hid behind a column near the door. 

“Brother, what do you think of this?” your father questioned Daemon with uncertainty.

“I think of no better option. Wed her to me,” Daemon admitted to your father, only furthering your hope. “When I offered up my place as heir, you said I could have anything. I want her. I'll take her as she is, and wed her in the tradition of our house.”

“Daemon, do not do this to her only because you want a chance for the throne. This is my daughter we are talking about,” your father warned him.

“I would not dare to do such things to her.”

“And if she were to be better off marrying another?” Viserys proposed to Daemon. 

“What better off rising the status of a measly lord?” Daemon retorted back starting to raise his voice.

“Daemon, I am not sure of this union,” Viserys voiced out his concern taking a sip from his cup of wine.

“I will take care of her. You know this.”

“But can I trust you to do what is best for her and our kingdom?” your father challenged him. 

“She deserves nothing but the absolute best,” Daemon stated. 

“Then very well, we shall start the preparation for this new engagement,” Viserys came to conclusion. Your father suspected the love you two had for each other but never got to confirmation of how deep it truly is. Now he sees Daemon is the perfect match for you, and after the years of neglecting your father as laid on you, it felt like it was the least he could do for you.

Your father exited the room leaving Daemon in his thoughts about Viserys actually coming to an agreement with him. The second the door shut you left your hiding place and ran to Daemon throwing yourself upon him. Arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist securely.

“You are mine,” Daemon whispered to your ear.

“Till the end of time."

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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.

#hotd alicent #alicent hightower #alicent hightower x reader #house of the dragon #make this go viral #hotd x reader #hotd #rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra x reader #alicent x reader

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Valaenatargaryensdragon Kinktober 2023-2024

(This year I made the list for the kinktober fics, I decided to do this as a way for everyone to know what I am comfortable writing and what I can write and for a way for you all to see my writing style however next year I will be holding requests for Kinktober)

1. Santorini Serenity: Fingering/ Handjob, Dry humping- Jacaerys Valeryon x f!Reader

2. Whispers of Desire: Orgasm Denial/ Control, Daddy Kink- Aemond Targaryen x f!Reader

3. Love Flames: Speech/ Movement Restriction, Body Worship- Daemon Targaryen x f!Reader

4. The Stag and The Dragon: Dirty Talking, Cunnilingus/ Blowjob- Aegon Targaryen x f!Reader

5. Mommy’s Baby Girl: Sex Toys/ Strap-On, Overstimulation- Rhaenyra Targaryen x f!Reader

6. The Queen’s Gambit: Breeding/ Impregnation, Hair pulling- Viserys Targaryen x f!Reader

7. Pregnancy Sex, Lactation Kink- Cregan Stark x f!Reader

8. Mutual Masturbation, Anal penetration- Aegon Targaryen x m!Reader

9. Anonymous Sex, Cumshot/ Squirting- Aemond Targaryen x f!Reader

10. Wrist/Arm Restraints, Face Sitting- Alicent Hightower x f!Reader

11. Group Sex, Sex Toys/ Strap On- Rhaenyra Targaryen & Alicent Hightower x f!Reader

12. Sex Pollen, Triple penetration- Aegon Targaryen & Aemond Targaryen & Jacaerys Valeryon x f!Reader

13. Threesome, Leash and Collar- Aegon Targaryen & Aemond Targaryen x f!Reader

14. Prostitution/Camming/Sex-for-Service, Degrading- Daemon Targaryen x f!Reader

15. Cockwarming, Pet Play, Crying- Maegor Targaryen x f!Reader

16. Pegging, Orgasm Denial, Mommy Kink- Aegon Targaryen x f!Reader

17. Double Penetration, Shower Sex, Chocking- Jacaerys Valeryon & Cregan Stark x f!Reader

18. Forced Orgasms, Face sitting, Fingering- Helaena Targaryen x f!Reader

19. Titjob, Thigh Riding, Spanking- Aemond Targaryen x f!Reader

20. Caught Masturbating, Whipping, Master Kink- Daemon Targaryen x f!Reader

21. Bloodplay, Biting, Overstimulation- Vampire!Aemond Targaryen x f!Reader

22. Public Sex, Sex Toy, Degrading- Aegon Targaryen x f!Reader

23. Praise, Size Kink, Cunnilingus- Helaena Targaryen x f!Reader

24. Double Penetration, Dry Humping, Lactation Kink- Viserys Targaryen & Daemon Targaryen x f!Reader

25. Guided/Mutual Masturbation, Fisting, Stockings- Jacaerys Valeryon x f!Reader

26. Mirror Sex, Praise, Somnophilia- Aegon Targaryen x f!Reader

27. Car Sex, Hate Sex, Breeding/Impregnating Kink- Cregan Stark x f!Reader

28. Phone Sex, Mutual Masturbating, Anal Fingering- Aemond Targaryen x m!Reader

29. Knife Play, Blood, Threesome- Daemon Targaryen & Aemond Targaryen x m!Reader

30. Virginity Loss, Office Sex, Against the Wall- Viserys Targaryen x f!Reader

31. Reverse Roles, Voice Kink, Bondage, Mommy Kink, Cumshot/Squirting- Aemond Targaryen x f!Reader

Additional Fics:

32. Fingering, Caught, Breeding/ Impregnating Kink- Viserys Targaryen & Alicent Hightower x f!reader

33. Wet Dream, Dry Humping- Jacaerys Valeryon x f!Reader

34. Rough Sex, Hair Pulling- Daemon Targaryen x f!Reader

35. Quickie, Public Sex- Aegon Targaryen x f!Reader

36. Size Kink, Daddy Kink- Aemond Targaryen x m!Reader

37. Body Worship, Sex Toys- Aegon Targaryen x m!Reader

38. Sixty-Nine, Thigh Riding- Rhaenyra Targaryen x f!Reader

39. Degrading, Fingering- Alicent Hightower x f!Reader

40. Group Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Several Penetrations, Daddy/Mommy/Master/Mistress Kink, Bondage, Gagging, Blowjob, Fingering, Cunnilingus- Aegon Targaryen & Aemond Targaryen & Jacaerys Valeryon & Baela Targaryen & Cregan Stark x f!&m!Readers

41. Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Orgasm Control, Sex Toys- Daemon Targaryen & Rhaenyra Targaryen & Alicent Hightower x f!Reader

(Requests for Kinktober are always welcome and will be written even after October, the Kinktober requests will be closed at 31st October but will all be written even after)

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon imagine #hotd imagine #game of thrones #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #aemond targaryen #daemon x oc #queen rhaenyra #rhaenyra targeryan #alicent hightower x reader x rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #viserys targaryen #aegon targaryen ii #jacaerys valeryon #baela targaryen #cregan stark #kinktober

[luv4slts]

Ultraviolence

- aemond targaryen x f!reader ˖⋆࿐໋₊

tags: targcest, smut, little angst, childhood friends/lovers wc: 1.4k — team black but i love him so bad y'all don't understand. anyways as you can tell by the title, i was listening to ultraviolence while writing this LMAO "...cause i was filled with poison but blessed with beauty and rage. aemond brought me back, reminded me of when we were kids."

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No one truly knew who your mother was, as that would only be known to your father but even he most likely had forgotten her. It wouldn't matter either way as she had died in childbirth soon after delivering you. In the year of 112 AC, two years after the birth of Prince Aemond and two years before the marriage of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor, you were born. They say your father had gotten drunk that night to soothe his pains and sought out a maid to bed. The result of that night was the birth of a bastard. The beloved bastard of King Viserys Targaryen. Viserra was what your father had named you. For you resembled his great aunt with the same deep violet eyes, silver-gold hair, and fine features that she was renowned for. The similarities ended there though, as you often thought to yourself. However, as you got older your father would often comment on how similar you were with her when it came to things such as vanity. For most of your life you had bore the surname, Waters, as was the custom for all high born bastards. However, at the age of 5, your father had legitimized you as a Targaryen. You were the apple of his eye along with your elder sister. You loved your father dearly but loved your sister far more. When she left for Dragonstone, you followed her. You couldn't stand the Hightower's and they didn't take a liking to you either because of your heritage. Queen Alicent, your stepmother, would often make remarks but you didn't mind it too much. The only Hightower you tolerated was him. The elusive enigma, Aemond. You often pitied him as he was always picked on by your nephews for the dragon that he seemed to not possess. His older brother, Aegon, would often remind him of how unlucky he was if the gods provided bastards such as you and your nephews dragons before they did him. The only memories you have of him before the incident in Driftmark were fond. Often, you would both read stories of Old Valyria under the Godswood tree in the Red Keep. Or when you would take him to ride your dragon, hoping that he wouldn't feel as left out. Maybe you didn't know him well. That day he took the dragon of your cousin's mother who had passed, mocking them after doing so. After that day, any love you had for him was buried deep in you. Or so you thought.

“We’re almost here.” you snapped back from your thoughts as you got shaken from them by your nephew, Jacaerys.

“Good, my back hurts from the ride. I don’t know why she wouldn’t just let us ride our dragons to King’s Landing” you say while stretching out your back

It had been years since you had last visited King’s Landing. Most of your time had been spent on Dragonstone. You preferred the warmth and populace of the city but you would rather die than spend a second alone with the Hightower's.

You went to your chambers that you used when you were younger. Nothing much had changed in it, everything remained untouched. Opposed to the rest of the Red Keep where everything had been renovated in preference to heraldry of the Faith instead of the Targaryen tapestries and decorations. Must’ve been the Queen’s doing, you think to yourself. She was a fanatic of the Faith, after all. 

“Your grace, you will be expected to meet for supper later in the day.” 

“Thank you, Lelia. I will take a walk for now. You and Roslin may rest after unpacking everything.”

The first place you wanted to visit was the library where you had spent much of your childhood. You took a stroll to where it was located, many nobles passing by. You never liked the pleasantries of court life. Another reason for you leaving the Red Keep.

Finally, you reach the library. No one seemed to be here but that was common. Even as a child, this place was never one to be too lively. Aside from you, Aemond, and a few nobles coming here, no one else bothered. You liked the peace and quiet of it. It was a place to wind down after spending the day in court. You make your way over to the Valyrian Histories section, you probably read every book in here. Your interest in Old Valyria was probably one of the things you had inherited from your father. He was always building his sculptures of it from what you remember.

“Ēza issare iā dorolvie jēdri, mandia.” (It has been a few years, sister.) says a voice that you seem to recognize. Though it sounds much older and mature, the tone is the same nonetheless.

You notice him leaning on one of the shelves. He had grown comely these last years even after the loss of his eye. He was much taller too, no longer the boy you remember growing up with.

“It has. What brings you here? I thought you would’ve been busy practicing your swordsmanship.” you bring your attention back to the books, looking through the different titles and trying to find one you haven’t read before.

“I get tired of it” he trails off before continuing again, “and plus, nyke jeldan naejot ūndegon ao.” (I wanted to see you)

“I didn’t think you would’ve missed me so much, jorrāelagon lēkia. (dear brother) If I remember correctly, last time we were together, you had called me a lowly bastard.” you weren’t bothered by that comment that he had made all those years ago but if it made him feel worse then it would be all the more fun to resurface it.

You notice him out of the corner of your eye walking towards you but continue browsing the books before you feel his hand on your lower back. He seemed to be holding a book in his other hand, it had something written in High Valyrian but you couldn’t decipher as it was cut off by his leg. You straighten your back from your position, taking a look into his face. He was truly handsome, even the scar couldn’t take that away from him. You think it added to his beauty.

He hums before speaking, “I thought you would like this, I know you’re fond of Valyrian history, jorrāelagon lēkia. (dear sister) he says the last words in a mocking tone, imitating your own.

He extends his hand, revealing the book to you. Se jorrāelagon hen Meleys (The love of Meleys), it was the tale of the Valyrian goddess of love and fertility, Meleys. The same name given to the Red Queen. You were always a fan of the mythologies and tales of Valyrian gods. He would’ve known it better than anyone.

You reach out and try taking the book from him but he clutches it closer to him, “Shouldn’t I get some words of kindness and love before giving such a gift that took me ages to find?” he says teasingly while lowering his head to face yours, bringing the both of you face to face.

“Thank you so much.”

“Tsk tsk, that won’t do, my Viserra. Say it with more affection, now.”

My Viserra. You felt your face heat up at those words, the way he said it made you flutter. The years that passed had made his voice sound much more manly than boyish. It was as if it was laced with honey and ale.

You lean in closer, your lips almost hovering over his own, “I am very thankful for the great effort you went through. Is there anything you would like in return?”

“Hmm, maybe if you read the book with me. You know I have a love for the histories as much as you do.”

“Fine, can I have the book now?”

“Of course, my Viserra. You know I would never deny you of anything.”

You control yourself from not rolling your eyes at his comment. Was he always such a tease or had he developed this habit in the years you were gone? Who knows.

You grab the book from him before walking to the exit of the library, “I look forward to reading the book, thank you.”

You wonder back to your quarters, your maids weren’t in the room and your things were unpacked so you assumed they were in the kitchens. You called out to the guards, requesting that they come to prepare you for the supper as it was getting closer to nighttime. You weren't too fond of the idea of seeing your stepmother and other brother but you complied for the sake of your father whom you had missed these past years.

#aemond x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond x you #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond smut #house targaryen #house of the dragon #the dance of the dragons #house of the dragon aemond #reader insert #hotd x reader #hotd x you #hotd fanfic #hotd smut

[axelsagewrites]

Can we please have more Alicent smut

Alicent Hightower*Take Care of You

Pairing: Alicent x f!servant!reader

Word count: 643

Warnings: secret affair, Alicent being stressed, bath sex, teasing, nipple play, light praise, smut 18+

Masterlist here

She was so used to being in charge of everything she almost forgot how to relax. The queen was going to make herself sick if she didn’t slow down. Everyone could tell and it was your job to fix that.

The warm water tickled your skin, and the sweet smell of milk and honey filled the air. You’d sent the servants who helped set up the bath away before undressing and slipping in the hot water topped with flower petals. If you had not been waiting for her to arrive you may have fallen asleep.

“What’s all this?” Alicent asked as she came in the room, quickly ushering away the servants who tried to follow her.

You lazily lifted your head from where it hung over the baths edge, “I’m here at your service my queen,”

“Aren’t you sweet,” she cooed, resting gently on the baths edge as she caressed your cheek, “But I don’t think I have time for it. I need to go ready- “

“Make time,” you cut her off, grabbing her wrist when she tried to stand. You pulled yourself up so you could bring her lips down to yours, giving her a soft kiss, “You need to relax,”

You saw her eyes flicker down, not subtle as they raked your body, “I wish I could but- “

“but nothing,” you said, ignoring how she sighed, “I’m not asking,”

Alicent stood up, an almost indignant look on her face, “I am the queen, remember?” she asked, sassily pulling up her eyebrow.

You sank back into the bath, a cocky smirk on your face, “Titles don’t matter here,”

“Says who?”

“Me,” you grinned before allowing your head to dangle back over the bath, “You can either join me or leave me be so at least one of us can enjoy this bath,”

Alicent rolled her eyes as she walked to her dresser, “Its more than a bath you want to enjoy,”

Your eyes followed her, watching as she began to take off her jewels and let down her hair, “What can I say? I enjoy the finer things in life and you my queen, are the finest of them all,”

Her hands went to the laces of her dress, pulling at them so slowly you wondered if she was teasing you. Finally, the dress slipped from her shoulders, leaving her in just a thin shift. “Join me. Before the water gets cold,” you grinned when she finally turned to face you.

She smirked lightly as she finally walked over, “For a servant, you really are so demanding,” she teased, pushing the thin fabric from her shoulders and letting it pool at her feet.

“You like it,” you teased back, eyes scanning over her frame without shame. As she began to step into the bath, your hand moved to gently rest on her hip, guiding her to straddle you in the warm water.

You could practically see the stress melting already as she let out a sigh of relaxation as the water covered her skin. Your arms went around her waist, gently pulling her closer, “Feels good?”

“So good,” she smiled softly, her hands cupping your cheeks softly so she could kiss you.

Her kiss started soft but yours was hungry. Your hands pulled her closer to you, her body flush against yours, before they moved up to her soft hair. You felt Alicent moan into the kiss, her hands moving down your body till she was squeezing your tits, “You amaze me,” she whispered against your lips.

The break allowed your lips to move to her neck, softly kissing down the gentle skin carefully to not leave a mark despite how much you wanted to. Her fingers moved to squeeze your nipples gentle, making you moan against her skin. “Such pretty noises,” she murmured, “all for me,”

“Just for you,”

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Aemond Targaryen x Reader Insert Fics

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The stories linked are NOT mine.

Some contain mature content.

Mostly female readers.

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In the beginning

aemond x targaryen!reader, reader is rhaenyra and laenor second born child

Summary: in a final attempt to salvage the rift between your families, you suggest a marriage pact between you and and Alicent’s second son

Reunion

Aemond x Older Half-Sister!Reader

Summary: You reunite with your brother after the death of your husband.

starry eyes sparking up my darkest night

aemond x female!tyrell!reader

Summary: Aemond has only wanted two things in his life. a dragon and to marry the pretty tyrell girl, now he has both.

warnings: smut, literally almost all smut very little plot, virginity loss, oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), creampie, breeding kink, light innocence kink, light size kink, use of pet names, blood is mentioned two (2) times, aemond has a huge cock i don’t make the rules, and breeder balls, eye patch gets taken OFF when aemond fucks his lady wife, implied jealousy, implied voyeurism

Touch Starved Aemond

Summary: touch starved aemond aka aemond slowly falling in love with his betrothed by her gentle touches he was deprived of all his life

In the Eye of the Beholder

Summary: Compared to his elder brother, who abused the offerings on the Street of Silk, Aemond’s tastes have always been…tame. 

Can't help falling in love

Summary: 5 times Aemond was in love with you + 1 time he finally confessed his feelings

Secret Visits

aemond x female!targaryen!reader

Summary: you are aemond's little sister and he visits you in your room after dinner (smut)

To Have and to Hold

Aemond Targaryen x F!Velaryon (Strong)!Reader

Summary: Reader goes to Storm's End with her younger brother and instead of asking for Lucerys' eye, Aemond claims her as his wife.

"Muña"

Aemond x Older Sister!Reader

Summary: Aemond longs for you, Aegon's twin.

We Light The Way

Aemond x Hightower!Aunt!Reader

Summary: Aemond's beloved aunt returns to the Red Keep, and this time, he is determined to prove the depths of his devotion to her.

Deep Rivers Run Quiet

Aemond x Lannister!Reader

Summary: You have the reputation of being a spoiled young lady of House Lannister, but a certain one-eyed prince sees beyond that.

Ties That Bind

Aemond Targaryen X cousin!Reader

SUMMARY: After spending most of your childhood in the Red Keep, it’s hard to let go of the bonds you’ve formed even with war on the horizon.

The Woes of Betrothals

Synopsis: Recently betrothed, Prince Aemond is unsure on the virtues befitting that of a good husband. Ser Criston offers some surprisingly useful insight. 

Of Flowers & Dragons

Aemond x wife!Reader

Summary: Your daughter wants a sibling and makes it everyone’s problem.

mad blood stirring

Aemond x betrothed!f!Reader

(inspired by the scene in s1e5 where harwin rescues rhaenyra during the wedding feast)

Urgency (smut)

Aemond x afab!Reader

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures

Mother Knows No Bounds

Aemond x wife!Reader

prompt: you are Rhaenyra's daughter, married to Prince Aemond, and the subject of Alicent's hatred. one day, she takes it too far.

Little Dragon

Aemond x wife!Tully!Reader

synopsis ; he was your fire, and you were his sea, willing to push and pull the tides at his behest

Your beauty never scared me

Look after you

Summary: You were betrothed to Aemond Targaryen, and while the two of you got along well enough, you hardly behaved as man and wife. After you suffer a great loss, Aemond decides to change that. (Hurt/Comfort)

Not a child anymore

Prince Aemond Targaryen x older!fem!Reader

SUMMARY — You are Queen Alicent’s favourite young lady in waiting and Prince Aemond’s childhood friend. However, he is sick and tired of you viewing him as nothing but a child when he is a man now and he will not let anyone else have you.

Just A Touch

Aemond x Targaryen!Reader

Summary: During a ball made to celebrate the name day of King Viserys, Aemond falls in love with Daemon's first daughter, and he is eager to dance with her.

Gold Rush

Aemond x Lannister!Reader

Synopsis: Everybody wants you, and I don’t like a gold rush.

Pearl of The Realm

Aemond x newlywed!reader

Summary: Duty meant a lot of things to Aemond. But he had hoped that it would not mean marriage. And when the day comes for him to confront it, he finds with his new wife, small, naiive and innocent, that there is some pleasure to be found there also.

Mini Series: Castling

Aemond x twin!reader x Dameon

Warning! Very mature content

AU

"A Love Like War"

Ares!Aemond x Aphrodite!Reader

Summary: Aemond, the God of War, does his best to woo you, the Goddess of Love, though obstacles meet you at every turn.

Pomegranate Seeds

Hades!Aemond x Persephone!Reader

Summary: a retelling of the abduction of Persephone

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of love and duty | aegon ii targaryen

summary: the love you bore your mother is what prompted you to agree to the duty of marrying your uncle. the duty aegon bore to the crown and to his family is what forced him to agree to marry his niece. it would never be a marriage of love, but always a marriage of duty.

pairing: aegon ii targaryen x f!reader

note: there is literally no canon in this at all. aegon is genuinely not nice in this, but he's also terrified sooo. let me know what you think!! and if you want a part 2 <3

word count: 2.8k

They say, oftentimes, that a sense of duty can be found in an action of love.  

What they often forget to mention is that a sense of love can oftentimes be the catalyst for unwanted, but wholly necessary actions of duty.  

The Conquerors Crown, the magnificent piece of Valyrian steel that once sat on the white hair of Aegon the Conqueror, now rested atop the head of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, the first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. The Realm’s Delight truly looked the part as she stood in front of those kneeling in front of her. The cries of joy were electrified, the roars of the dragons flying through the sky rumbled the floor below. 

The history books would say it was a sight. The Greens kneeling alongside their niece and nephews, their swords promised to their half-sister and the woman their grandfather had sworn to defeat in hopes of his own blood sitting the throne. 

Although, said grandfather’s head was rumoured to have been a favoured treat for the notorious Blood Wyrm. So, it seemed to many that his years of hidden treason had been for naught. Others would say it differently. 

There were many things that prevented the Dance of the Dragons. The Blacks never left Kings Landing after the family dinner King Viserys I had orchestrated the night he met the Stranger. Ser Otto Hightower met the Stranger just hours later while his daughter begged for the life of her children to be spared, her knees pressed to the ground as she begged her childhood friend to remember that her children were the Queen’s own kin. 

Instead of responding to the accusations that she would willingly slay her own kin, Queen Rhaenyra no sooner announced the betrothal of her eldest child, her only daughter, to the eldest child of Alicent Hightowner and King Viserys I, Aegon Targaryen.  

Their marriage would dispel all the concerns of potential kinslaying, the Blacks and Greens would be united. One day, the grandchild of Queen Rhaenyra and Dowager Queen Alicent would sit the Iron Throne. 

The tears had slid silently down your cheeks in the comfort of your own chambers after the news was brought forth. The Queen, your mother, had gripped your hands so tightly as she looked at you silently, awaiting your confirmation that you would do your duty to her, to the realm.  

Trying to keep the tears at bay as you nodded your head towards your mother, willing yourself to speak. “I will do my duty, my Queen. Not because I wish to, but out of the love I bear for you, for my mother, for my brothers... and for the future of this realm.” 

“This was not the life I ever wished for you, my heart. I would have seen you travel the world on dragonback like you always so wished. See the great wonders across the Narrow Sea and eat only cake. Perhaps one day, you will still.” The devastation in her words was evident in your mother’s features as she placed a gentle kiss against your forehead.  

Aegon was... Aegon. He was a selfish drunkard, his endeavors in the Street of Silk well known by the small white-haired bastards that found themselves paraded through the streets by their mothers, by those wishing to gain a favour with the Royal family.  

You knew your duty; you had accepted that the love you had for your mother would one day be the push for necessary but unwanted duty.

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The wine dribbled down his chin as he tried to contain his guffaws, his stomach hurting as he bent forward in an attempt to contain himself. 

“This is no laughing matter, Aegon! This is our saving grace, the protection you and your siblings needed. You will do your duty as your sister; the Queen has demanded.” Aegon quirked an eyebrow towards his mother as he pressed the sheet closer to his bare stomach, the wine staining the white sheets a pretty purple.  

“Ah yes, dear Mother. I have done everything you have ever asked; I suppose allowing myself to be a dragon dressed for slaughter will be no different. If you truly loved me, you would have allowed me to disappear on Sunfyre when you told me the news of my father’s death.” 

He didn’t have time to react before Alicent’s hand connected with his cheek, his eyes closing in fear of a ring scratching his cheek as it had so many times before. Aegon could feel the involuntary tear slip down his cheek as the animosity grew in the room. Regardless of how much love he showed, his mother would never love him, no one ever would. 

“You are a fool, my son. I have only ever pushed you to do your duty out of my love for you, your duty is what will keep you alive. Love will not.” 

With that, the Dowager Queen turned on her heels and out of the room, her dog of a sworn shield following closely behind as the door shut tightly. Seconds later, a wine goblet splattered against the wall, Aegon’s fists tightly gripping the sheets as he felt himself fall to the bed.  

There was no love in duty, of that, he was sure. 

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It didn’t take long for the wedding preparations to begin and be finalized. The joining of the two sects was necessary for peace in the realm, for those against the ruling of Queen Rhaenyra in favour of her half-brother Aegon Targaryen to finally be put to rest.  

It took less than a full turn of the moon, to be exact. Your dress had been commissioned by your mother, it was meant to be a glorious display of the houses Velaryon and Targaryen. The sea blue and the blood red mixed well with the black undertones included, your maiden cloak a beautiful display of everything you were not, a beautiful display of a true Velaryon. 

Even you could admit, despite all of this, you did look like a true Princess of Old Valyria in your wedding attire. Your husband-to-be likely did as well.  

“Oh, my heart. You look beautiful,” cupping your cheeks while she spoke, your mother’s eyes reflected in your own as the unspoken words travelled amongst you. She was grateful that your love for her knew no bounds, that you would bind yourself to a man to guarantee her ruling would be successful, would be smooth. 

“Thank you, mother. The dress you had made is beautiful, the silk underneath is far more comfortable than I was expecting. I’m sure Aegon will be pleased.”  

Rhaenyra smiled slightly at your words, her hands moving up to gently press a fine comb, embroidered with that of a Seahorse, into your hair. "Your grandfather had this comb commissioned for you upon Driftmark. I think your father would have been honoured to know that you’ll carry a piece of him with you on your wedding day.” 

“Which one?” 

Your mouth snapped open before your brain could process the words falling from your mouth, the instant look of regret flashing in your eyes at the hurt expression that fell upon your mother’s face. A sigh left her lips as she made her way to sit on your bed, gently patting the spot next to her. 

“It does not matter, not to me at least. You came from my womb; I endured hours of labour to push you from inside of me. No one can take that away from us, not the realm, no one. Your husband, especially, cannot take that away from us. You are my daughter, a true Targaryen, and that is all that will ever matter.” 

Pressing your head gently to the side of hers, you nodded slightly at your mother’s words. The door swung open a moment later, the sauntering figure of Daemon Targaryen entering the room. 

“I believe it is time we make our way to the sept, Tala. Perhaps you should go find your husband and instruct him that he will ride with us as well.” 

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“What do you mean, you can’t find Aegon?”  

“Sunfyre remains in the sky. He could not have gone far; he is likely bedding a whore in the Street of Silk or drinking himself into a stupor, so he doesn’t have to remember marrying our half-sister's bastard.” 

Alicent gripped Aemond’s chin harshly, shaking his head tightly as she glared at her son. “You must remove those thoughts from your mind, and the words from your vocabulary. Those words are treason, and they will have your head on a spike if you speak them again.” 

The door slammed open, startling both of them away from each other as the missing man in question stumbled into the room. His tunic was crumbled, his hair greasy, and his cheeks likely stained with whatever Dornish blend had found its way into his hands that day.  

“Aegon! We are to be at the Sept in an hour’s time, where have you been?”  

Shrugging, Aegon grumbled incoherently in response. “Avoiding my doom, perhaps. Wed Aemond to my betrothed, he’s always been able to complete his duty with little complaint.” 

Aemond scoffed in response to his words, preparing to argue against the proposition only to be interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. The wood creaked open a moment later, as your eyes took in the sight in front of you, you attempted to withhold the grimace that threatened to take over your face. 

“Princess! I didn’t realize you were meant to meet Aegon in his rooms before going to the carriages.” 

You shook your head with a neutral smile upon your face as you looked at the three faces in front of you. “I would like to have a moment alone with my betrothed, if that is acceptable with you, lady Alicent?” 

Nodding her head with a pained smile, Alicent ushered Aemond and herself out the door, allowing it to gently shut behind her as you turned back towards the man who would be your husband in an hour’s time. You could immediately tell he was likely drunk or was facing the consequences of his actions from the night prior. 

“Do you plan on bathing before our wedding, or is your intention to show up and make it seem as if we’re holding you against your will?” 

“Hm, aren’t you?” Clucking his tongue at your words, Aegon’s backside connected with the bed as he sat down and glared across the room at you as his hair fell into his face. 

Scoffing at his words, you gestured towards the window where the dragons could be seen flying. It had been decreed that the dragon pit was hindering the growth of the dragons, preventing them from prospering in ways that they could in Old Valyria. They would fly free unless they begin killing those who lived in Kings Landing or nearby keeps, they would not be held in a dark pit, or chained any longer. 

“You could leave at any moment you want. There are no guards holding you hostage here, Sunfyre remains free and I’m sure willing to take you wherever you wish. You’ve had no issue hiding at other moments, Uncle. No one is stopping you from leaving, I’m most definitely not.” 

Aegon’s anger had him pushing himself to his feet and towards you, a fiery look in his eye as he looked towards you. “And give your mother more of a reason to kill my family? More of a reason to feed my mother to your stepfather's dragon?” 

A sarcastic laugh left his lips before he continued, “I have never been one to care about duty. I bear no love for your side of the family. I can acknowledge that I owe the Queen, your a mother, a sense of duty. The only reason I have not taken flight on Sunfyre is because I have a duty to protect my mother, a duty to protect my brother’s and my sister.” 

“Your duty is to abide by the decrees set by my mother, the Queen. My mother has decreed that we are to marry to guarantee your family and all their allies fall in line with her. You have a duty to our future children, the future Kings and Queens of the realm.” 

Another sardonic laugh left the man in front of you as he gripped your chin, his Indigo eyes glaring into yours. “Do you truly think me a stupid man, sweet niece? I will put no children in your belly, I will fuck all the whores in the Streets of Silk before I lay with you. I will be the first to die, the moment you have a babe. The only use I have for your family is that of a breeder, and you the one to be bred.” 

He laid a hand on your stomach to emphasize his words, pressing a hand against your empty stomach to prove that it would remain that way. Empty. 

Feeling yourself shiver at his words, Aegon was obviously not yet done, “I have no love for you, sweet niece. When I fuck you during our wedding night, I will likely be so drunk nothing will come from it. I owe you no duties, I owe you nothing. I will do what I have to, to keep myself, and my mother alive.” 

A small tear trickled down his cheek, your finger subconsciously moving up to wipe it from his face. His words cut deep, you knew he held no love for you, nor for your mother, but you never realized how distrustful he was of your mother and your kin.  

Gently caressing his cheek, you could tell he was embarrassed to lean into your gentle touch, “No one will kill you, Aegon. My mother is not a kinslayer, you are still the child of my grandfather, her father. We are family, uncle.” 

Pulling back from your hold, Aegon glared at you, his eyes still full of unshed tears and his mind full of worries that would never be settled. “You will know no love from me. Our marriage shall be one of duty, one of convenience. Never one of love, I will take paramours and quite frankly... I do not care what you do.” 

Walking back towards the bed, you could see the remainder of his wedding clothes staring up at him. “I’d like to finish getting prepared for this horrible day. If you’d make your leave, niece.” 

Not even bothering to dignify him with any more words, you immediately left the room, your own unshed tears finally making their way down your cheeks as you made your way down the hall.  

You had always known your marriage would not be one of choice, or immediate love. The eldest child of a Queen, her only daughter. You knew one day you would be wed to the highest bidder, the string that would tie two families together and guarantee the loyalty of another house to your own. It was always a subconscious hope that perhaps it would one day lead to love, one day lead to a type of kinship that would be written in the songs, and in the stories. In a matter of a few simple moments, those childhood hopes had been dashed and replaced with a sense of mourning for what would never be. 

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“In the sight of the Seven, I hereby see these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words,” the Septon gestured for you and Aegon to begin, the guests holding their breath as they waited for the fated words to leave the mouths of the bride and groom. 

“Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his, and he is mine, from this day, till the end of my days.” 

“Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am hers, and she is mine, from this day, till the end of my days.” 

Aegon’s unshed tears from before were never more evident, his hands shaking as he gripped yours, his eyes conveying every concern that rippled through his mind and body. You felt almost... sympathetic towards him. The concern that this necessity for duty prompted, the terror that made its way through his body. 

The ceremony continued as your mind wandered, before you knew it, Aegon’s hand was pressed gently to the back of your head as he guided your face to his own. His chapped lips pressed against yours, a quick connection binding two sides of a family out of duty, not of love. 

The cheers from the crowd were ignored as you stared directly into your husband’s eyes. The resentment, the anger, even the fear, were never more prominent than in that very moment. To Aegon, his biggest duty was done. His duty now was to guarantee that he and his family remained alive, in whatever way he had to do so, it would be done. 

A love for you would never stand in his way. 

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[mxacegrey]

Bride-to-be? Assassin.

Pairing: Viserys Targaryen I x Fem! Reader

Summary: "I intend to marry ... The Lady Y/N of the house of Y/L/N before spring's end."

Warnings: Descriptions of violence & references to marrying a child

King Viserys Targaryen, first of his name, stood before his council and his daughter, who were all waiting for the name of the King's bride to be. Otto Hightower, the King's hand, sat back in his chair, a small smirk gracing his face.

"I intend to marry... The Lady Y/N of the house of Y/L/N before spring's end." Viserys announced, much to the outrage of Corlys Velaryon and Otto Hightower, both of which had intended for their daughter to be chosen. Rhaenyra looked up at her father, her expression revealing confusion, especially after the previous night's conversation.

"What the f-?!" came a hissed response, unheard by the members of the small council. Hidden in a darkened alcove, by the side of the Iron Throne, a hooded figure stood, hand on their sword and their eyes glaring. Waiting for the exit of the council, the hooded figure made their way through the secret tunnels into the King's personal chambers. Once there, they watched Viserys walk into his chambers and sit in a chair before his table full of figurines. They laughed darkly before speaking. “With all due respect, Your Grace, what the fuck was that?!”

“Such a vulgar tongue for a lady.” Viserys smirked, not turning towards the voice. “My darling Y/N. How are you today, my queen?”

“Enough with this nonsense! Queen? Me?! I’m an assassin.”

“And my Hand. Was it not you who said ‘A queen who knows how to create a network and holds a silvertongue is the strongest queen there is’? Was it not you who has prevented many attacks on my behalf and rid Otto Hightower of his spies in my court?”

“You know very well that I was not talking about myself when I had said that. And what of your family? Of Hightower?” You scoffed as you walked towards him. You stood before him, pushing your hood down. Running a hand through your hair, you began pacing in front of Viserys before his hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his lap. “Hey!”

“Darling. You’ll be fine.” The doors of the King’s chambers opened to reveal the presence of the King’s ‘Hand’, Otto Hightower.

“My King.” Otto bowed slightly, taking in the position that you and Viserys were currently in.

“Otto.” Viserys replied simply, refusing to move from his position.

“You seem to have made a mistake in your choice of a bride.” Otto began.

“Oh? How so?” Viserys asked, his eyes holding a hint of amusement while his voice didn’t betray this. 

“You see, if anyone was to spread the news that my daughter had been spending unaccompanied time with the King, especially at night, it would not look good on either of you.” Otto explained, his eyes attempting to hide his malicious intent.

“I have spent no time with your daughter, the Lady Alicent. Especially not unaccompanied at night.” Viserys replied, somewhat amused by Otto’s actions and somewhat confused at the idea of Alicent in his chambers.

“But...” Otto stated, eyebrows furrowed in response.

“I believe what you have done, Hightower, is try and send your daughter here unaccompanied purposefully at night. Perhaps in a sense to appeal the King and even to have her as queen?” You explained, tilting your head in a seemingly innocent manner and nodding your head in mock-understanding. At Otto’s widening eyes, you leaned closer to whisper, “The walls have ears too.”

Otto left the room in anger and embarrassment, leaving Viserys to hold you closer to him and place kisses on your head. You moved slightly to grab papers and letters before being pulled back into Viserys’ embrace and you began explaining actions that could be taken as you read through different agreements. Viserys nodded from behind you and asked questions as to why you had a particular opinion on a matter, leading to a further explanation as to your discovery of actions in particular houses.

“I’m still mad at you.” You stated, Viserys’ arms wrapped around your middle.

“I know.” Viserys replied simply, a small smirk sitting on his lips.

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“Kepus.” A young female voice called out in High Valyrian. Daemon turned towards the voice, cool eyes looking at the woman before him.

“Princess Rhaenyra. What are you doing in Dragonstone now?” came his cool reply. Rhaenyra paused for a moment before asking,

“Do you know a... Lady Y/N?”

“Why?” Daemon’s eyes narrowed and his head tilted slightly.

“It’s just. Father said he intends to marry her... before Spring’s end!” Rhaenyra began before Daemon rushed past her and headed towards Caraxes and Syrax. “Uncle!”

Ignoring the calls of his niece, Daemon flew towards King’s Landing, Rhaenyra not far behind him. Daemon landed in the Dragonpit, storming through the castle, knocking out any guards that came in his way.

“VISERYS!” Daemon yelled as he slammed open his brother’s chambers, his voice echoing.

“Daemon. I thought I sent you to the Vale.” Viserys stated, you sitting behind him, sharpening your sword. Daemon glared as he removed Dark Sister from her sheath and held the tip towards his brother. You swiftly held your own sword towards Daemon, eyes daring him to make a move.

“You. You stole my betrothed!” Daemon roared, eyes blazing. “She was to be mine!”

“You forget yourself, Daemon. You are married to Lady Royce of Runestone.” You spat, Viserys holding your other wrist.

“Calm, Darling.” Viserys whispered into your ear as he moved to stand behind you before looking back at his brother. “She is not your betrothed nor has she ever been.“

“I chose her. I wanted to marry her!” Daemon seethed, his commotion gathering the guards. “You only wanted a son!”

“Well brother, she is to be my wife in less than 2 moons.” Viserys smirked slightly as he pulled you into his arms and gave you a deep kiss, ignoring Daemon. “Why don’t you head to the Vale, to your wife, of whom Y/N holds in her affection very deeply?“

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