This idea has been stuck in my head and I need to get it out so hear me
Otto puts someone to spy on Daemon and he notices so he decides to fuck with Otto by taking his youngest grandchild sweet innocent Aemond to Street of Silk to show him and teach him about pleasure and words spread that daemon fucked his nephew and otto and alicent freak out and it’d so funny and hot at the same time
that’s it I just wanted to get it off my chest thanks
OKAY BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS
Viserys is in ill-health but still very much alive. He begs his daughter and his brother to stay in King's Landing - the only thing he wants is for his family to be near, not only for his own peace of mind but for the sake of the realm. The succession will undoubtedly be smoother if Rhaenyra remains in the Red Keep.
So both Rhaenyra and Daemon are in the city and because they're Targaryens and have queer customs (shoutout to Alicent) they're happy to entertain themselves with whomever they see fit. Though fiercely loyal and in love with each other, they both enjoy a little...shall we say, exploration outside of their marriage.
The tensions between the Blacks and the Greens are high, and Otto has someone follow Daemon in an attempt to skewer his reputation. Perhaps if the would-be king consort were to do something truly unspeakable, it could sway the people in favour of Aegon.
But it completely backfires when Daemon catches onto the spy AND onto to Aemond's fascination. He plays with his nephew's curiosity and rather than outright taking him to the Street of Silk, lures Aemond into following him (Aemond would think Daemon has no idea when really Daemon encouraged it).
They come face to face with one another in a brothel. The sexual tension is beyond words. The chemistry is explosive. The night ends with both of them well spent, Aemond satisfied though perhaps a little stunned at himself, meanwhile Daemon looks like the cat who ate the canary.
And when word gets back to Otto and Alicent...oh my god what if it got out at a family dinner!? What if they had suspicions but it all breaks lose during supper!? What if they're all eating together (without the youngest children obvi, everyone present is an adult) and Daemon's dropping innuendos and Aemond's flushing and secrets start flying and oh my god oh my GOD
Anon you are truly brilliant. I need this. I want to write this. Can I write this? The Daemon/Aemond fic I'm working on now also takes place in a brothel 🤭 but this, especially the aftermath, is such a perfect mixture of sexy and hilarious and if you're okay with it, anon, I'd LOVE to write it 🖤 lemme know!
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here’s all the useful/random things i’ve found on the internet in one place (i’ll also be updating this from time to time to add new stuff)
piracy:
(btw make sure to AT LEAST have a few ad blockers before u start pirating and if u can get a vpn)
nikfilecabinet — their entire account has a lot of useful shit ive just mostly used their piracy section
does the dog die — u can look up triggers that are in movies/tv shows (not directly related to piracy but though id throw it in here anyway)
books:
communist manifesto — it like 50 pages just read it
stone butch blues —
it is frequently discussed as a difficult yet essential work for LGBT communities, as it "never shies away from portraying the anti-Semitism, classism, homophobia, anti-butch animus, and trans-phobia that protagonist Jess Goldberg faced on a daily basis—but it also shows the healing power of love and political activism."
fucking trans women — (cw for lots of nudity obviously)
a zine by trans women, about the sex lives of trans women. It is an educational and instructional tool as much as it is a creative exploration of how we have sex.
all animorphs books — kids are able to morph into animals and have to save the planet or something idk i haven’t finished the first book yet
spanish for beginners — speaks for itself
an indigenous peoples history of the us —
it describes and analyzes a four-hundred-year span of complex Indigenous struggles against the colonization of the Americas
electronic furby manual — a l l h a i l f u r b y s
misc:
native languages — they have lots of reliable info on native things and links to tribal sites
scarleteen — they have articles on tons of important things relating to sex ed, including things on queer sex, stuff relating to being trans/intersex, having sex while disabled/having a disabled partner, safe sex, consent, u get the picture
mending/fixing/taking care of clothes — they also have stuff about “upgrading” clothes (remaking, resizing, etc.) (also i got this from this twt thread that has other stuff too if u wanna check it out)
breast cancer self exam patient education for post mastectomy trans patients — just in case twitter finally blows up here’s the pdf
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ajdfbjk okay what about ,, kendall/ward for one of the hand-holding prompts ('holding hands under the table' is soooo [chef's kiss] but . all of them are wonderful !!)
gael im kissing you on the mouth and going fucking insane 🖤 x
The bar was blaringly loud and smelled like the sticky sweet sugar of mixed drinks. He breathed it in, catching the whispering trails of cigarette smoke and holding it in the back of his throat. Ward thought he might forget what color his suit was if he stayed in here under the neon strobe lights for much longer.
It was more of a club than anything. He felt all of twenty-one again and all too old at the same time, and he couldn’t bring himself to take another step into the place, nor a step back out the doorway he came from. He felt glued to the spot. That could be the bar tar, though.
He gripped the cell phone in his hand and vaguely considered lowering the brightness so it wouldn’t be shining like a beacon in the dark of the room. He didn't make a move to, though. Didn't make a move to do much of anything.
He was jostled out of his frozen indecision by the sharp heel of a stiletto stabbing the top of his foot. The girl that tumbled into him from the side blinked fast and unfocused up somewhere near his face, and Ward swallowed a swear.
“Whoa!” She slurred, still stumbling against him to get upright. “In the way, man. Sorry! Move, mm-please.”
Ward felt his spine stiffen and his diaphragm spasm as he looked down at her, at the muddled-silver glitter streaking down her throat to the swells of her breasts, at the way her baby hairs were tangled and slicked to her forehead with sweat. He felt all at once heavy and adrift and fucking overwhelmed, and with a jolt he pushed himself away from her and the doorway and through the mess of bodies and high-tops until he hit the back wall, until he saw, thank holy Jesus, who he came here for.
“You don’t really fucking fit in here, do you,” he said, trying to not look like he was collapsing against the bar next to the man. He refused to sit. That implied staying.
Kendall’s chest shrunk in on himself; Ward imagined the sound of him exhaling heavily through his nose, what he couldn’t hear through the pounding bass and loud conversations. “Neither fucking do you, you fucking uh, relic.” He finally turned his head enough to glance at Ward out the corner of his eyes. “How old is that stiff fucking tie.”
Ward thought: Probably older than half the people in here. He didn't deign to respond.
Ward threw his cell onto the bartop a little too forcefully. After a beat Kendall glanced at the screen, still too bright for the dark of the club. Kendall squinted at it, then finished off the shot glass in his hand. Ward wondered if he’d been sipping at it like a fucked-up freak.
Kendall’s face was still infuriatingly blank, reactionless. He kept his dull eyes forward, somehow catching the attention of a bartender despite the way he seemed almost invisible where he sat, dark hair and drab clothing melding down into his chair and into the flickering shadows around him.
“Fucker,” Ward said, lowly. You made me drive halfway around town, it said. You wasted my fucking time, it said. You made me fucking worry, it said.
Kendall responded by sliding a shot glass in front of him, palming his own with his other hand. Ward didn't even see the bartender put them down. He gritted his teeth and grabbed his phone off the bar, clicking the off button as he did and hiding the searing white light of the Find My iPhone screen for good. He glared down at his glass. He couldn't tell the color of its contents, with the club lights throwing offensive pinks and oranges everywhere.
“This is fucking shit,” Ward hissed through the harsh burn running along his tongue and against the back of his throat. “What the fuck Kendall.”
“It’s,” Kendall waved his hand over the bar, voice flat and echoey. “Watermelon flavor.”
Ward couldn’t wrap his mind around that. Refused to, actually. Fucking watermelon.
“It’s worse than vodka straight.”
The muscles of Kendall’s throat moved in a manner that suggested he was attempting a laugh. “A brand issue. Don’t knock the fuckin’ flavor.”
Fucking watermelon.
“If you say you’ve had more than three of these I’m leaving you.”
“Ok, bro. We’re in too fucking deep for that.”
That's not what Ward meant. He meant he’d leave through the door he came in and get back in his fucking car. He only put fifteen minutes on the meter, he’d walked half that to get here.
Ward felt anger and pain and something even worse than all that bubble in his throat. His chest hurt, his head hurt, and the music was too loud against his eardrums.
He sat down in the chair next to Kendall and shoved his front teeth into his tongue until he could catch the eye of the bartender and order a coke.
“Pussy,” Kendall said.
Ward kept his gaze forward, eyes falling over the rainbow of liquids and labels lining the back wall. He reached out a hand, safe and hidden from the searchlights of the club under the darkness of the bar, and found Kendall’s fingers easily. He let the tension bleed out of him, didn't have to force the small smile he gave the bartender when he placed a new glass down in front of him. He curled his fingers around Kendall’s where they rested low on the man’s thigh, and felt the condensation cascade along his other hand’s as he took a sip from his drink. It was syrupy and balmy against the still bitter taste of the vodka in his mouth.
He felt Kendall shift under their hands, and imagined him exhaling again.
They sat in silence for a bit.
Eventually the thought of his ticking meter became urgent enough to move. He explained as much to Kendall with softer tones than he meant to, shifting out of his seat.
Kendall let him go far enough for most of their fingers to drop, but curled his pointer finger around Ward’s thumb at the last moment. He swallowed as Kendall pushed himself out of his own chair, leaving his shot untouched. Ward was glad he’d had his own as Kendall tugged them toward the exit, through the warm bodies and exposing lights, fingers still looped.
The closer they got to the doorway the more the music faded, and the tightness in chest loosened, and the worry slowly seeped from his brain and his spine and his lungs like it was never there.
Kendall tightened his hold when they finally stumbled into the cool night air, and Ward breathed easy.
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