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faeted-if · 2 years
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Faeted is a darkly intrinsic tale that weaves a story between our own world and the hidden world of the Fae. Are you prepared for what is to come?
Setting: New York City
Genre(s): Modern Fantasy, Supernatural, Romantic Dramedy, and Action.
Warning(s): This story is rated 18+ for pervasive sexual themes, explicit language, crude humor, alcohol consumption, mentions of torture, depictions of blood and murder, death, slight mental manipulation, and mentions of imprisonment.
DEMO (TBA)
Summary
You've been running for as long as you could remember.
Ever since that fateful day that you had accidentally killed your high school sweetheart... You've never stopped running, have never looked back, as you couldn't deal with the memories that awoke within your mind because of the action.
You don't know what you are, not truly anyway, but you're certain that you're not completely human as you once thought. The scrappy runaway that tags along with you only brings that fact home.
Ten years pass, with you you running from the darkness of your past, but you should have known that it would eventually catch up with you.
One can only run for so long before they're caught. You just never expected to be pulled into the whole world connected to the one you're used to living in-- as well as a murder case that seems way too familiar.
Will you be able to survive your induction into the Fae World? The place you were always meant to be?
Or will you always remain a person running from their past? Never truly finding where they belong.
Features
Play as an MC that only wants to figure out where they belong. While also dealing with the revelation that they're an incubus/succubus. (Inspired by the wonderful show Lost Girl.)
Customizable MC: name, gender, sexuality, appearance, and more!
Will you allow the Fae World to pull you under its alluring presence? Or will you stick to the human roots that raised you? A mixture of both?
Which side will you sway more towards? The Light Fae-- the bringers of peace and honor? The Dark Fae-- the bringers of chaos and deception? Or will you choose to remain unaligned?
Solve a murder that has all the hallmarks of what you had done in the past. Will you be able to clear your name while fighting the darkness of your memories?
Romance 1 of 5 possible options-- from the compassionate human doctor to the sullen shifter. Poly possibility with N and R.
Find you way within a world you were always meant to be apart of.
Will you finally be able to find the thing you've been searching for all this time?
Romantic Options
Noel/Noelle Grey [M/F] - The Doctor
33 [5'11" | Sea Green Eyes | Golden Blonde Hair]
A Human Doctor within the mythical world of the Fae. Something you never expected to encounter upon being inducted into it. With a gentle gaze, soft voice, and compassionate disposition, you know that they're someone who just wants the best for their patients. Why do they look so sad though?
Species: Human
Allegiance: Light Fae
Talan/Tala Shaw [M/F] - The Detective
500+ [6'2" | Cognac Brown Eyes | Onyx Black Hair]
The First Fae that truly comes into contact with you-- barring your best friend-- and you can immediately tell that they don't trust you; after all you're unaligned. Meaning you're a wild card and that's not something that sits well with the shifter. Will you be able to get to know the strong, and loyal, heart that lies beneath?
Species: Wolf Shifter
Allegiance: Light Fae
Ryan/Reyna Lewis [M/F] - The Dark Fae
800+ [6'6" | Sapphire Blue Eyes | Dark Brown Hair]
Detective Lewis wasn't an easy person to get along with-- not from what you've gathered in your initial interaction with them at least. Harsh words, sarcastic quips, and an overall apathy to your very presence showcased the fact. It seems that they enjoyed being around only one person; Doctor Grey, the harshness falling away into a gentleness you'd never expect. Will you ever have that kindness turned on you?
Species: Phoenix
Allegiance: Dark Fae
Jace/Jade Holland [M/F] - The Anchor
28 [5'5" | Light Brown Eyes | Raven Black Hair]
The person that you know will always have your back no matter what. They're the one that introduced you to the possibility of you not being completely human; having been adopted they couldn't really relay too much information, but what they were able to share potentially saved your life. You can't imagine your life without their kind smile, happy-go-lucky demeanor, or their contagious laugh. Will something else blossom?
Species: Fairy
Allegiance: Unaligned
Perseus/Persephone Chase [M/F] - The Tutor
100+ [5'8" | Forest Green Eyes | Dark Auburn Hair]
They don't have much interest in the affairs of the people going on around them. As long as they're left alone, like they have always been, they'll be fine. Being a half-breed within the Fae World being almost as taboo as the human doctor, but they've been able to persevere so far. Will you be able to open their eyes to the world they feel like abandoned them? While they show you how to control the demon within yourself?
Species: Half-Breed (Sex Demon/Unknown)
Allegiance: Dark Fae
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aphroditesmoon · 1 year
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golden (part iii)
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jacaerys velaryon x reader
summary: the prince bumps into an escaping slave and offers her his protection.
warnings: mentions of slavery, ep8 dinner-esque but different font, aegon being aegon, alicent is stressed, reader is confused half the time.
taglist: @ireallydontcareanymorebrooo @hiatuswhore
part 1 part 2 part 4
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Jace finds you in the garden, picking andromeda and white roses for his aunt Helaena. He was relieved to see you assigned to her, for the princess was probably too busy counting butterflies and knitting to notice something was wrong with her servant.
"Helaena." He spoke first. The blonde looked up and smiled at him. "May I borrow your her? my chamber needs a but cleaning." He lies. "Of course Jacaerys." Helaena nods carelessly before going back to her stitching.
You follow him into his room and he quietly shuts the door. Before you could breath out in relief, he attached himself to you, his arms wraps around you as your head meets his chest. Your own hands finds his back as you reciprocate his hug.
He breathes in the scent of lavender in your hair, the same smell of the soap he used lingers all over your body.
You are the first one to pull back. His hands remaining on your side as he scans you. "You're alright?" You nod.
"I'm sorry, I tried to convince my mother to just let you hide in here but she-"
You cut him off of his apology and smiled. "It's okay. Payment, for food." You informed him, trying to sound assuring to lessen his worry.
Instead of relaxing he shook his head and tense up even more. "No, I told you, there should be no payment. I brought this upon you and I should be the one who-"
He starts rambling and his eyes turns away from you. Your palm meets his cheek and your turn him to look at you.
"Jace, it's okay. Its alright." You speak again softly.
His heart stops when he hears you call him by his name for the first time. Not Jacaerys, not 'my prince', just Jace.
He breathes out and closes his eyes, reveling in the warmth of your hand againts his face.
"I'm sorry, I just - I worry, that's all." He says finally, opening his eyes to look at you.
You nod wordlessly. "I need to leave." You state. He holds you closer. "No, no it's fine, Helaena wouldn't even notice-"
You interject before he finishes, shaking your head. "No, I need to leave. I need to leave all this. You." You explain. A sorrowful look shadowing over your face.
Jace turns speechless. "What- Alright, I know, this all seems a hassle, but I promise, my mother and i- we, we'll figure something out. Look, this isn't my home, tomorrow we're sailing back to Dragonstone, come with me and I promise you'll be safe there, you wouldn't have to hide anymore."
His words were fast, you almost couldn't grasp what he was saying.
"I cannot Jace, too dangerous. For me and for you." You insisted.
He sighed loudly and walked away from you to sit on his bed. "We're not talking about this until my mother says something, how bout' that, alright?"
You think over his suggestion and nod.
You immediately notices his and swore loudly, taking it in yours. "Yeri yalli, what have you done with yourself?" You scolded him.
The prince only shrugs and walks towards his cupboard to take out the bandage the maesters had given him. "This happens during training, it's no big deal."
You eye him suspiciously. "No healer?" He shook his head and smiled at you. "It'll heal in no time, won't even scar I bet." He calmly assures you as he sits on the bed to wrap his wrist.
He looks at you questioningly when you stood in front of him and pulls the bandage from him. "I help? You let me help yes?"
He was taken aback by your offer but nods nonetheless. "If you wish to."
You were quiet as you carefully wrap his arm, so he starts the conversation first.
"What you said just now, when you saw my scar, what language is that?"
You cocked your head up at him and your eyes widen. "Hm? I did?"
He nodded. "Yer yassi?" Your face breaks into a wide smile as you let out a giggle at his butchering pronunciation.
"Yeri Yalli." you corrected him. His eyes brighten and he agrees. "Yes that one, it is not the common tongue?"
You shook your head. "Dothraki." You explained. He ahhs at your words and asks again, "And what does it mean?"
You smile at him mischievously before telling him. "It means 'you child.'"
His face contorted into an offended expression earning another fit of laughter from your.
His frown then turns into a slow smile as he cherishes the sound of your laughter and the glint of joy in your eyes.
His bandage held his scar well enough for him to sleep without worrying over it.
His mother though fretful, let's her stay in his room to sleep, in fear of the other servants noticing her if she slept in their quarters.
He was sure to put a distant between them in the bed, but he wouldn't really mind waking up the same way he did that morning.
Jacaerys fell quickly into sleep, though the same peace had not found you. You stayed awake for a good hour and a half, thinking of princess Rhaenyra's words. You doubted Jace had any idea with the way he was talking to you before. He was kind, and perhaps a little taken with you, and though you appreciated the attention, you would not risk hurting him like that.
So you will have to accept the princess's offer to deliver you to the known Martell house to work there.
You know it is the best offer you'd get, and the safest, when you followed Jacaerys' back, you had not thought such luck of getting a job and promised safety would ever miraculously happen, but it did.
Yet, selfishness tugged at your heart, the little girl full of childish dreams in you longed to stay here with your prince.
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The princess Rhaenyra had pulled aside her husband, the prince consort, Daemon Targaryen to discuss the concerning issue at hand regarding her son and the escaped slaves he might or might've not abducted.
The dark sister holder only laughed it off at first, assuring her it'd be fine, with all the shit he and his own brother had went through as teenagers, what Jace was doing was nothing bad. Especially compared to the rumours of Aegon ii's own rumours of whoring and fathering bastards.
Though of course, the girl being a slave did make things harder. He offered to have her hand cut off, surely that would permanently hide her slave brand.
The suggestion unfortunately was reprimanded by his wife, with a very annoyed glare.
"I am serious, Daemon. If it's some random commoner, this would be far easier to handle. Gods know I wouldn't mind him favoring whores as long as they aren't some sort of criminal." She admitted.
The prince tilted his head in consideration at her words. "Then just say she is a whore, sell her to one of the pleasure houses down the red keep. If she's good enough for Jacaerys to bring her home, than I'd wager they're willing to take her in without much convincing."
His words, once again received the frustrated look.
He was playing with her of course, he knew she already had things planned out in her pretty head, she always does. But unfortunately she never thinks them good enough until she's sure she has considered every living possible outcome and choice.
Which was pretty smart he guessed, though he'd never be that patient.
"Our house, are close allies with the Martells..." She started.
"I had offered to ship her there, it's far and less riskier to be caught, she'd live well as a kitchen girl or something." Daemon nods at the idea. It was smart of course, if they manage to do it without being caught themselves.
Shipping off a random servant girl away isn't exactly normal.
"I have men for that, you know. Just tell me when she's ready, we can have her shipped off by tomorrow."
Rhaenyra seems to relax at his words and nods silently before downing the glass of wine she's been holding.
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Jacaerys curses as he woke without any sight of you.
It's been two hours since and you were still out if sight. He relieves himself by concluding that his mother must've had you stationed somewhere less crowded with people, though he's not sure how much he believes his own thought.
When dinner begins, the sky darkens, and he sits opposite of his mother who's eyes stares right into his soul, that's when he got really worried.
The awkwardness breaks when the queen Alicent starts with a prayer. He finds himself unable to eat, anxiety crawling up his throat. Had you ran away? How could you have?
He hears snickering and slowly side eyes Aegon and Aemond. The latter remained with his unreadable face and terrifying features, while Aegon seemed to be already drunk, glancing over Jacaerys and his mother.
When his eyes met Jacaerys', he does look away, instead his grin widens.
Aegon sighed loudly before waving his hand, motioning the servants for a refill of his red wine.
Very commonly an Aegon thing, he thought. Except no, it wasn't. Because as his gaze roamed over the room and landed on you walking over to pour him a drink, he realizes his uncle had started to grow less stupid.
He slowly turns to look at his mother, who had apparently already seen her before him. Though she did not seem suprised at all.
His jaw tenses when he catches a glimpse of Aegon's finger grazing your forearm.
Instinctively he bolts up, causing his chair to screetch loudly, and his wine being spilt unto Aegon.
"You twat-" Immediately his words were cut off by Alicent, chastising his son for his language.
"Apologies I-, I didn't see the cup." He says blankly without any actual remorse.
Aegon's hollow eyes rolls backwards. "Then why were you standing up?" He snapped.
Jacaerys fakes innocent as his sighs sadly, "Needed to piss." A bad lie.
One that has Daemon holding back a shirt behind the back of his hand.
"Then go, piss." Aegon says emphasizing the piss for some reason.
Jace blinks at him before shaking his head slowly. Letting out a short laugh, he sits back down. "I...changed my mind. Perhaps after dinner. You however, should get that cleaned up." He reasons.
The blonde cocks his head in a confused and annoyed manner before things clicked. His eyes gave a pleased look once again.
"Perhaps not." He drawls, a smirk making it's way to his face.
He tilts his head back and meets the sight of you, stuck at where you first stood, head bowing low the whole time.
"You." He called out, wiggling a finger at you.
Your eyes snap up and meets his gaze.
"Wipe me." You were actually taken aback, your face showing disgust for a second before you composed yourself.
"I don't -" Jace hesitates at the same time you start walking and halts in your step.
For the first time that day, you two faced eachother. Both bearing an expression that looked like you two were inches from throwing up from your nerves.
"I don't have all day, Its going to stain." Aegon breaks the trance.
Immediately Alicent's voice fills the room, interfering in the uncomfortable odd situation. "Aegon go clean yourself, we do not have time for your childishness."
For the queen's interference you were grateful, but unfortunately it only frustrated the drunk prince more, who then, reached out his hand to pull out yours that weren't that further apart from him.
You yelped as he dragged you to him.
Alicent moved to stand up, a hand slammed to the table, but she wasn't quick enough to prevent Jacaerys pulling off his uncle's hand from you before slamming a glass plate with a quarter filled roasted beef, on his face.
"Jace-" Rhaenyra finally yells at the same time Alicent shouts her son's.
Aemond wastes no time to shove you away before punching Jacaerys right on his eye.
Without thinking, you lift yourself up the floor and shove yourself on the one eyed prince from his side, making him slam into the dinner table, unfinished wines spilling onto roast beef and pork, earning a scream from the princess Helaena.
The princess jumpa off her seat, running off to the corner of the dining room, away from the fighting.
Mix of shouting voices fills the once silent room before Alicent screams with all her might for everyone to 'shut your tramp up'.
In an instant, the room was quiet again.
Except for Daemon's short giggle. Which earned the queen's and princess Rhaenyra's glare.
The queen's eyes then immediately snap to his son's.
"Your room, now." She demanded.
Aegon looked flabbergasted as he stuttered. "He was the one who started it, if he didn't make such a fucking fuss on this trollop anyway-"
"The only trollop here is you, Aegon." Jace snaps, hand clutching his bruised eye.
Rhaenyra moved to interfere but immediately hushed by her husband who was very much enjoying the show.
"Oh yeah well at least I'm honest about fucking around you hypocrite-"
Alicent's smacks the back of Aegon's head before pulling him towards the door by his hair. "That is enough from you-"
Surprisingly to the mother, her second son spoke from behind, clear enough for everyone to hear. "He's not wrong mother. Jacaerys started it, and for all the act about honoring women as a resemblance of the maiden, it seems he doesn't honor them that much to not fuck this one."
Aemond's eye turns to you, a smile that looked more of a glare, making you wince at the memory of you shoving him seconds ago.
Alicent stops on her feet for a second, sighing deeply.
"Aemond, to your room, now." She tiredly demands. Pushing Aegon out the door. Helaena quietly following with the food stained prince.
She finally turns to look at you, absolutely stunned in the corner as if you haven't pushed her son into a pig's arse.
She stares at you for a few second, and you had to restrain from looking towards Rhaenyra. And when she opens her mouth to speak, the princess finally speaks.
"My son-" Alicent's head snaps towards Rhaenyra and Daemon. "-was completely out of line. I apologize, my queen, for such a disaster." She speaks, seeming sincere.
You notice then her husband was staring at you. When you raised your eyebrows at him, he smirked and nods his head towards the door, signaling for you to get out.
"-I as well will speak to Aegon, I do have to check on Viserys for now-" was the last thing you heard from Alicent as you tiptoed behind her and ran out to the door.
You breathed out, relieved at the empty halls and immediately made your way towards Jacaerys' chambers.
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vierss-herondale · 2 years
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“The sluttiest thing a man can do” Jace Herondale edition
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Emma drew in a shaky breath, just as a rapping noise sounded at the door. Clary half-turned as it opened, letting in light from the hall outside, and Jace. He caught her eye and smiled, leaning in the doorway. -CoHF
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“Why didn’t you say something?” Jace asked, rising and pushing back a lock of blond hair. -CoHF
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“Sit down,” she said, and he sat down on the creaking leather sofa, his head tipped back, looking up at her. The reflected firelight clustered like sparks in his hair. -CoHF
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“But if people have a spark in them, then yours burns the brightest I know. You can fight and draw. And you will.” -CoHF
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“And then there was you. You changed everything I believed in. You know that line from Dante that I quoted to you in the park? 'L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle’?"
Her lips curled a little at the sides as she looked up at him. “I still don't speak Italian."
“It’s a bit of the very last verse from Paradiso—Dante's Paradise. ‘My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.’ Dante was trying to explain faith, I think, as an overpowering love, and maybe it's blasphemous, but that's how I think of the way that I love you. You came into my life and suddenly I had one truth to hold on to—that I loved you, and you loved me." -CoFA
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"Well, when I was five, I wanted to take a bath in spaghetti."
"But he didn't let you, right?"
"No, that's the thing. He did. He said it wasn't expensive, and why not if that was what I wanted? He had the servants fill a bath with boiling water and pasta, and when it cooled down..." He shrugged. "I took a bath in it.
Servants? Clary thought. Out loud she said, "How was it?"
"Slippery." -CoB.
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"Clary," he said in a low voice, and the sound of her name in his mouth was so intimate that a shudder ran up her spine. -CoA.
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"I love you, Clary," he said without looking at her. He was staring out into the church, at the rows of lighted candles, their gold reflected in his eyes. "More than I ever—"He broke off. "God. More than I probably should. You know that, don't you?" -CoFA
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(…) and Jace was making something in a pan that involved onions and eggs. He was barefoot, his hair messy, his shirt buttoned haphazardly, and the sight of him made her heart turn over. She had never seen him like this, first thing in the morning, still with that warm golden aura of sleep clinging to him (…) -CoLS
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He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "You never let me off the hook for a single minute, do you? Never mind. It's one of the things I love about you.” -CoLS.
I saw this trend on twitter and I had to do it with my favorite blond boy. No regrets, it was fun.
I might even do a second part.
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bucknastysbabe · 1 year
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Hi!!
I was wondering can you write something with Aegon and female reader of finger fucking.
Please <3
Finger fucking ~delivered~ with ye old at the dinner table trope
Kink Bingo - Finger Fucking
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Public sex, finger fucking(f!receiving), little asshole Aegon, this was Fun
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Aegon’s possessive palm climbed higher and higher up your thigh, squeezing the tender flesh along the way. You took a shaky sip of your wine, eyes flickering nervously around the table. No one paid attention, most of them bickering actually.
Aegon’s face was placid— the only sign he’s being a little shit was the blush high on his cheeks. His non-occupied hand grabbed the golden goblet, pretty throat bobbing under swallows of red. Aegon laughed, “Mother, why don’t you and Rhaenyra kiss and make up?”
Aegon was unleashed on by a barrage of insults from his kin, giggling maniacally in the face of it. His fingers were firmly under your dress now, digging eager fingers into your upper thigh, coaxing your legs apart. You trembled slightly, looking to him as to beg for Aegon to stop.
Like hell you’d want your betrothed to truly stop.
You dropped your fork when Aegon swiping his fingers against your weeping entrance— a CLANG against the plate. The arguing stopped for a second, Alicent staring at you with worry. She asked, “Are you alright my dear?”
Aegon’s violet orbs heatedly bore into your cheek. He inquired saccharine sweet, other hand not digging into your cunt brushing your hair back, “Are you feeling sick my love?”
“N-no I’m fine, caught a cramp I spent too much time doing needlepoint today!,” you lied shakily.
Alicent nodded, suspiciously gazing at Aegon’s grin. Aegon cooed lower this time, “You better stay quiet, don’t want to cause a scene do you?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Aegon thrived on creating a scene, it’s what he chose to live in every morning.
Aegon frowned at your response, jamming his fingers into your soaked apex. You bit down on your lip in surprise, thighs jolting wider open. Your prince turned closer toward you, pretending like he was checking on your welfare. Instead his fingers fucked into you, curling up to drag against the roof of your cunt.
You whimpered lowly, begging him with your eyes. Aegon snickered, “You poor baby, begging so pretty with your eyes.” You managed to gasp, “A-Aegon stop!” Meanwhile you couldn’t help but rut onto his fingers, sweating at the way he shamelessly fucked you. A shiver ran up your spine at hearing the noises your pussy was making.
Aegon closed into your space further, trying to cover his precious gem from other eyes. He’d expressed his jealousy earlier, whingeing about Jace and Aemond staring at you. He even threw out Ser Cole’s name. You bit your lip bloody when the blonde ground the heel of his palm against your swollen clit.
“F-fuck, wha- are you playing at?,” you bit out, one of your hands gripping the table for dear life. Aegon tilted his head coolly, humming, “I don’t know what you’re talking about dove, something came over me, you just looked so pretty.” You gasped again as he sped up the pace, chatting as if nothing was wrong.
Your lips trembled at Aegon’s relentless fingers deep inside your cunt, eyes growing glossy with tears. The din of the room hummed around the pair of you, back to bickering. Aegon cooed, “I can tell you’re close, getting so tight and wet for me darling.”
“Mmh!”
Your belly trembled and your head fell slightly down to hide the look of pleasure washing over your looks. Aegon grinned along, leaning in to ghost his full lips along the shell of your ear, “That’s it, let go sweetling.” You whimpered and tightened around his fingers, head swimming higher and higher with the rush of it all. With a bitten off noise you seized up and gushed around Aegon’s hand.
You slammed back into the chair sucking in a breath to keep from wailing. Your betrothed gently eased his slick digits out, sucking on them with lidded eyes. Trying to gather your wits you took a swig of wine, breath returning to normal.
You wouldn’t be able to explain sweating or smelling of sex, but no one particularly seemed to be interested. Except the evil blonde slurping next to you.
“You’re- gonna- get it,” you seethed.
Slurp.
“I can’t wait,” he smiled.
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tobitofunction · 1 year
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Child of Mine
The children of one of the Champions look suspiciously like the Hero of Hyrule aka Harwin Strong and Rhaenyra from HOTD minus the death
TW: childbirth, pain of childbirth and blood
Also just for clarity:
Alec- oldest (your hair colour + blue eyes), Lenor- middle (blond + blue eyes but looks like you) 
Jace- youngest (looks like a mix between both you and Link)
Part2
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The sounds of a crying newborn filled the room which was previously filled with the sounds of screaming, crying and cursing from a certain Champion,” It’s a boy. Hylia bless the mother” a nurse said handing you the newborn, tears of joy began rolling down your sweaty cheeks,” Is he healthy?”,” Kicking like a horse, my lady” the nurse said with a smile, you giggled and pressed your lips against his small head, the baby snuggled into your embrace,” Lady y/n, the Queen wants to see the baby” a maid said, it was Zelda’s personal maid, you didn’t say anything but just pulled the blanket closer over your son before you slowly got up with the help of the nurses and maids,” I will take him myself than” you said closing your eyes as you felt a sting of pain flow through your body and blood flow down your legs,” You should remain in bed, my Lady. The Queen wouldn’t want you in any pain” the maid said trying to get you back down on the bed,” Get me dressed” you said ignoring what she said previously. You sighed in pain as they began dressing you, the baby in your arms seemed to have fallen asleep but it didn’t last long as you had to hand the baby over so you could be dressed probably, the second the baby left your arms, his cries began to fill the room again making your heart clench.
“How much do you wanna bet that the child was born with suspicious golden hair or brilliantly blue eyes?” Teba asked playing with his bow,” Shh” Yunbo said nervously looking around for either the Queen or her loyal knight,” Why? We can all see it, well all besides our Queen and that husband of hers” Teba continued,” Are you sure that Master Link is the father? Lady Y/N, the husband is a Sheikah, isn’t there a small possibility -”,” How does a white-haired man with red eyes and a woman with h/c and e/c make children with golden blond hair and brilliant blue eyes, Mmmh?” Teba cut the young Goron off,” You might be a Champion but your words still will be seen as treason,” Riju said making the Rito roll his eyes,” I am just being truthful”l,” Nature works in mysterious ways, my friend”, Sidon reasoned”,” I don’t care if Link is the father but I doubt the Sheikah’s would like someone being their chief with no blood connection to them” Teba shrugged, soon Zelda entered the room ending the questioning of your children parentage.” Did the maid bring the baby yet?” Zelda asked hopeful, just at this moment you walked in with the baby in your arms, and your husband Priven who was at your side helping you walk,” Y/N, why are you walking? You need to be in bed” Zelda gasped,” You wanted to see the baby” you said with a fake smile trying to mask the pain,” I didn’t expect you to bring the child, I should have come to you” she said with a sigh,” Here sit” she said helping you sit down,” He looks so cute” Zelda smiled peaking down at the child,” The two of you must be happy, he kind of looks like you Lord Priven” she said looking between you and your husband who smiled widely, you looked Priven up and down before giving a fake smile,” Can I hold him?” you nodded, Zelda smiled when you handed her the newborn, a small cry left the boy but he settled in quickly in the arms of the Queen,” Do you have a name?” she asked,” No-“,” Jace” your husband said cutting you off, you gave him an annoyed look,” An unusual name for a Sheikah?” Teba said gaining an elbow in the ribs from Riju,” How would you know? You aren’t Sheikah after all” she lifted a brow making the white Rite grumble” Did the birth go alright,” Riju then asked sitting down beside you,” I called the midwife a cunt, so all went well” you smiled,” If you're in much pain, I could try to heal you,” Sidon said,” I have been practising” he added, you gave him a smile,” I should be fine Sidon, he isn’t my first child, but thank you. Talking about children where are my other sons?”,”They’re with Link in their chambers” Zelda said cooing at the baby in her arms,” One day you might get a baby which will actually look like you?” Teba commented looking at the child and back at Priven, who nodded with a tight-lipped smile, you send the large bird a glare before looking at Zelda who didn’t seem to hear the comment,” We should see the children, they probably want to meet their baby brother” you said slowly getting up with the help of Riju and Sidon.
Link meanwhile watched the two boys playing with their toys with a fond smile,” Master Link, do you believe we get another brother?” the former youngest of your sons asked, his striking blue eyes staring into Link’s,” There is a possibility” he said ruffling his blond locks. The door swung open revelling you and your husband,” Mom, Dad look what we made for the baby” Alec your oldest said,” Purah helped us make it” Lenor said holding up the egg,” It’s a Sheikah egg” he added,” I let Lenor choose the design” Alec said making you ruffle his hair which was identical to yours,” That’s very sweet of you” you said sitting down in the couch,” How was the birth?” Link asked,” Painful like the others but it was worth it,” you said smiling down at the boy,” Have a name in place already?” you hummed,” My dear husband has,” you said looking up at the Sheikah male,” Jace” he smiled happily making Link nod,” Would it be alright for me to hold him?” Link said his eyes lingering on the sleeping baby in your arms,” Of course, come on boys. Let’s give some privacy to your mother and the baby. Sidon is still here if you’re fast enough you might still catch him” he said making the two boys faces light up with happiness and making them speed out the room. The Sheikah male turned to you and Link, he gave you a nod and a small smile before walking out of the room. Once they were gone you handed Link the baby,” He looks like a good mix from the both of us” you whispered, making Link blush and nod,” Hey, don’t sleep in front of Hyrule’s Knight Commander” Link said to sleep child making you chuckle, Link gently stroked the babies soft cheek with his thump,” It gets harder every time I see you guys, seeing the boys, how they carry some of my features but knowing that they never call me what they call your husband” he said looking down at Jace who was snoring softly. You sighed, you loved Link and he loves you back, but Link was the hero of Hyrule, his purpose was to protect the goddess descended and defeat the evil, this doesn’t leave much space for a wife and kids, doesn’t matter how much Link wants to, he doesn’t want his family to live in constant danger. So when Impa proposed a marriage between her grandchildren and one of the Champion it seemed like a gift, as the Priven who was the oldest of her Grandchildren, seemed to have little interest in you, so he agreed to the bargain of Link fathering the children and he just have to keep up the good husband and loving father front with you as his loyal wife, but another promise of never telling the children about their actual father was also put in place, something Link thought would be okay for him, as it was for their own safety but he never thought that it would hurt so much seeing his boys call someone else father,” Once the Sheikah elders find out it’s over for us...me” you said rubbing your now empty belly,” I hate to say it to you but the Sheikah’s are already talking” you bit your lip at Link’s words,” I know, so are our fellow Champion’s and your fellow knights, some are nicer than the others” you confessed,” Tell me who they are and I make sure they regret it” Link said with narrowed eyes,” Don’t, it will only bring more suspicion on you” you caressed his face gently,” I love you Link”,”I love you y/n” he said gently kissing you. 
The door swung open revealing Zelda, the two of you jumped apart” Isn’t he the cutest?” Zelda asked Link plopping down beside him,” I don’t know how you do it y/n, 3 children. Maybe one day I can experience this as well” she said looking at the baby in her friend's arms blissfully unaware of the situation.” Zelda? Have you heard any rumours about my son’s parentage?” you asked as Link’s eyes widened,” Yes, but do not worry anyone who dares to spread those lies while punished” Zelda said firmly looking at you,” Thank you” you said trying to avoid her gaze.
“Lady Impa, news from the castle. Lady y/n gave birth to another boy” a messenger said,” Another boy, how wonderful” Impa said,” Those this message state a certain resemblance to the hero of Hyrule?” Robbie hummed making Impa shoot him a look,” Robbie please”, Robbie shrugged,” We all know it’s true. I love those kids but they aren’t Sheikah”,” Be careful my friend, these words can be seen as treason and the Queen won’t be kind on those who question the children’s parentage” Symin, Purah’s assistant said,” Not only that but blood doesn’t make family, love does and my grandson loves those boys to bits” Impa said,” Tell that to the other elder’s, they won’t see it as you do Impa” Robbie said making Impa sigh,” Your right but I am the Village main elder, so they will have to suck it up like the younglings say”.
Link walked outside the Castle, the boys were currently training with a fellow knight, a knight who doesn’t seem to like Link in the slightest,” Hello Commander” he said with a smirk,” Hello, how is the training going?” Link asked folding his arms over his chest,” Those boys are sloppy, which is surprising for having two- I mean one parent who is a Champion and another as Sheikah” he said making Link bit the inside of his cheek,” Well they are quite young, give them time” Link said,” Yeah, it’s just surprising, as you were besting soldier at their age and even pulled that fancy sword” he shrugged,” What do I have to do with it?”Link lifted a brow,” Oh nothing Commander, just because you put some much effort into their sword training and it’s not even showing progress” he said,” How I said they’re doing fine” Link said when suddenly Alec crashed to the ground, a small whimper leaving his mouth,” Alec, are you alright?” Link asked helping him up,” Yeah, I am fine Master Link,” he said dusting the dirt off his clothes, Link nodded and picked up the wooden sword he dropped,” Commander you need to stop babying them. If you want them to be like you, like father and-”,” Finish that sentence and you be done for” Link snapped,” Why? It was just a metaphor. It’s rare to see someone put so much effort into a child, usually, we see this kind of care only for family” he smirked. Link clenched his jaw, his fist tightening around the wooden sword. The Knight was about to say something when a familiar voice cut him off,” Link, may I speak to you?” Zelda said sternly, Link nodded and shoved the wooden sword into the knight's chest.
“Are you the father of y/n children? Tell me the truth” Zelda began as the two friends entered her chambers,” No-”,” Don’t lie to me, please, aren’t we friend?” she said softly. Linked hummed,” What gave it away?”,” Your reaction to the Knights' teasing. You usually don’t care about rumours, you brush them off like it’s nothing but all of a sudden this rumour made you nearly punch one of your knights”,” It’s a rumour about my honour, of course-”,” There were rumours about us being lovers, that you and Mipha were secretly married even though it was against her father wishes. These were rumours which could have damaged your honour as well but you didn’t care” Link sighed again,” I love her Zelda, and I love my boys. I don’t regret anything” he admitted,” Then why didn’t you say anything. I would have wedded the two of you in seconds” she sighed in frustration,” It’s not that. I’m the Hero of Hyrule, I have so many enemies. If they find out that y/n is my heart and that her boys were fathered by me, people will come after them. I couldn’t live with myself if they died or even got hurt because of me. Having Impa’s Grandson as a father to them is safe, no one would dare touch them, as in their eyes they can’t prove that I am the father of them. Blond hair isn’t evidenced enough when the father is white-haired” Link said making Zelda nod,” I understand, I won’t tell anyone but please, stop having kids. You two are walking a very fine line here” Zelda warned Link, nodded knowing she is right,” I thought I was going crazy, I know nature works in mysterious ways but when I see one of the boys they always reminded me of you somehow, either in personality or looks, but now I am glad that I am not crazy” she joked lightening the mood,” They got some of my features, yeah but they mostly take after their mother” Link nodded,” Thankfully, as a few similarities to you can be explained away but a child which looks like you exactly will be impossible-”,” I know” Link cut her off.
Zelda watched as your boys were saying their goodbyes to the other Champions, mostly to Sidon, who the boys adore and vice versa. Alec's blond looks glisten in the sun, identical to her knight,” You called for me?” your voice said from behind her,” I’m sorry for disturbing you, but I wanted to talk to you” Zelda said helping you sit down,” It’s fine the baby is sleeping” you smiled,” I know about you and Link” Zelda said directly making your smile drop,” I don’t-“,” Y/N, please don’t lie” you looked at your lap,” I’m so sorry” you whispered, Zelda sighed and grabbed your hand, giving them a squeeze,” It’s fine, I just feel so stupid that I didn’t see it from the beginning” she scoffed with a smile,” Maybe it’s a good thing?” you said softly making her nod,” Hopefully not many people will continue to see the resemblance” she gave your hand another squeeze,” I love your children very much, and I will do whatever is in my power to make sure they are safe” you placed your other hand on top of hers and gave a grateful smile,” Thank you”. The door suddenly swung open revealing Link,” The Yiga clan, they have attacked Lord Priven on his way to the Sheikah Village” Link said, you gasped and Zelda’s eyes widened,” Do the boys-”,” No, they aren’t aware of this, yet” Link answered you,” How is his condition?” Zelda asked,” Impa message said it was critical, they will try everything in their power to bring him back to health” Link said,” Why was he attacked? The Yiga never posted a problem to him... us” Link sighed,” I wish I knew, but until your husband recovered we will not know” Link said softly,” Link, make sure the Champion’s don’t leave and when they have sent a messenger for them to turn back. I have a feeling this attack has something bigger in mind” Zelda said getting up and folding her hands together, Link nodded, his gaze was fixed on you who was staring into the ground.”I leave the two of you” she said walking past Link, she patted his shoulder before leaving her room.
“Is it our fault? Did the Yiga clan find out about us? Is that their way of telling us?” you said, Link sat down beside you, grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles,” Don’t blame yourself, my love, Priven was the grandson of Impa, they might have targeted him for this” Link said, “ After 25 years? He never was attacked by a Yiga member, not even once. People have been whispering about our children for years, maybe it has been to a larger extent than we thought” Link didn't answer, knowing that you are probably right. He wrapped his arm around your body and pulled you closer to his,” Whatever will happen, I will protect you and the boys, even if it means dying” Link said cupping your chin and looking into your eyes, which had tears building in them,” I never felt so scared Link, if something happens to them-”,” I won’t let that happen. You and the boys are my worlds, and I rather see Hyrule burn down than see you or the boys hurt” you smiled sadly at him,” If Hyrule burned down we wouldn't have a place to live, so you better not let this burn down” you joked making Link chuckle, you kissed his lips,” You need to go, I will be fine. I’m just a little bit useless right now” you said,” You gave birth a few hours ago, you are allowed to be” he said getting up.
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avonne-writes · 1 year
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Watermelon Kisses
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Lucemond drabble inspired by this poll, 670 words
AO3
Luke sighs as his feet sink into soft, damp sand, and the sea spills out on the shore to lap at his toes. A warm breeze sweeps salt off the waves that glitter in the setting sun's light. In front of him, the sky is a peach-pink swirl as dusk begins to drape over the afternoon. He’s exhausted. Soaking in sunshine and cold seawater all day drained him.
Resting his gaze on the horizon, he heaves a deep sigh.
"Lovesick, are we?" A teasing voice calls out from his left.
It's Aemond, bane of his existence and god of his wet dreams. Only a scrap of clothing on his body, tiny green speedos that barely leave anything to the imagination. A dark blond trail of hair and the arrow-sharp cut of his hips point to it in a careless, brazen display. His hair, usually so smooth, has dried into fluffy golden curls that threaten to make Luke’s knees buckle. In Aemond's mouth, a popsicle, bright red to leave his lips smeared in its colour as he sucks on it lazily, with sloppy slurps and licks.
"Oh my God." Luke grumbles under his breath, turning his eyes heavenward to convey just how little he appreciates being tormented like this. He starts walking away, down along the stretch of sandy beach towards the pier. His white shirt billows around him, and he feels his shorts ride up somewhat, revealing a strip of paler skin on his thighs.
Unfortunately, Aemond follows. He smells like sunscreen and his mother's coconut body mist, a scent that makes Luke want to snort in amusement and bite Aemond's neck at the same time.
"Don't be so touchy, I was just teasing." Aemond's words roll off his tongue with a nonchalance that contradicts the way he presses closer to Luke. Their arms brush. "Who are you mooning over?"
You, you absolute asshole, Luke thinks as a shudder ripples through him. That was his main activity all day, since he watched Aemond change into his swim trunks under a towel that almost fell off his hips. Weeping on the inside from pent-up arousal as Aemond paraded around in his skimpy swimwear and obliterated Jace and Aegon in volleyball. Dying every time the man bent down to retrieve the ball.
"None of your business." Luke says at last, just as they're about to pass the lifeguard tower.
He doesn’t have time to add anything else - with quicksilver moves and a firm grip, Aemond tugs him back by the wrist and pushes him up against the wood of the platform.
"What if I want to make it my business?" He asks, so close that Luke can see the freckles on his cheeks, constellations across the bridge of his sharp nose. His blue eye looks violet under the orange hues of the evening glow. His hair curls over his shoulders in perfect coils.
"What?" Luke gapes dumbly, eyes flickering to the popsicle Aemond still holds in his free hand. Following his gaze, Aemond throws it away. "Hey -"
"I don't care." Aemond cuts him off before Luke can complain about his littering. He steps ever closer, fingertips dancing on Luke's other wrist too before he gathers it in his grip. The wind ruffles the cloud of his sun-warmed hair. "What if I wanted it to be my business?"
Luke’s wide eyes hold Aemond’s gaze. He swallows. "Why would you want that?"
"Because -" Aemond lets one of his hands go to touch the sunburn on Luke's cheek. "- you belong to me, nephew."
His thumb and forefinger stray to Luke's chin. "I'm tired of denying it. I've been watching you all day, waiting to see if you want it too. But you just keep teasing me in your slutty shorts."
Despite the growing elation in his chest, Luke splutters. "Slutty? Who's the one wearing a jockstrap in public?" One that barely covers what’s stuffed into it…
Aemond frowns. "These are normal swim trunks."
"No, they're not - oh, fuck it." Luke throws his hands up, cups Aemond's face and kisses him. His lips taste like sticky-sweet watermelon, and his body radiates the fading warmth of the sun as he wraps his arms around Luke and picks him up. His curls tickle Luke’s skin.
"It was you." Luke mumbles between one kiss and the next, tracing Aemond’s cinnamon freckles with his lips to the laugh lines around his eye.
Aemond strokes the dip of Luke's spine. "Hm?"
"You were the one I was pining for."
A slow smile lights up Aemond’s face before he leans in to kiss a path down Luke's neck. "Of course it was me."
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sarcasticsweetlara · 1 year
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"Salt courses through Velaryon blood. Ours runs thick. Ours runs true. And ours must never thin."
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Re-reading Fire and Blood as well as watching the show, it's crystal clear the meaning of "The Old, The True, The Brave" as the motto of House Velaryon.
If you read carefully Fire and Blood and pay attention to every union between a Targaryen and a Velaryon, it's clear the Velaryons have some kind of dominant traits over the Targaryens, both within the book and the show.
We know little about Valaena Velaryon, but I think that as she was related to the Targaryens through her mother, it's safe to say another Targaryen woman could have married into the Velaryons by that time, and they still kept looking like a Velaryon.
Alyssa Velaryon was the daughter of Aethan Velaryon and Alarra Massey, a woman of mixed Andal-First Men blood, and even then Alyssa had her father's silver hair. Her daughter Alysanne had honey blonde hair because of her and probably her siblings Viserys and Vaella too, as well as her granddaughter and namesake Alyssa Targaryen having dirty blonde hair and one of her eyes being green as a result of Alyssa Velaryon's genes. Then years after Aenys' death, Alyssa marries Rogar Baratheon -who is the great grandson of Aerion Targaryen- and they have Boremund and Jocelyn Baratheon who have their father's black hair, Jocelyn would later marry her half-nephew Aemon Targaryen and they have Rhaenys who has her mother's black hair and father's pale lilac eyes. Rhaenys is related to Corlys as Rhaenys' grandmother Alyssa Velaryon was the sister of the Second Daemon Velaryon, Corlys' grandfather.
Daenaera Velaryon, the granddaughter of Vaemond Velaryon through his son Daeron, was another woman whose genes were shown on her children, Daena's hair had a little of gold in her hair and Rhaena the Septa's own hair had more golden than silver, and Elaena's gold streak were because of Daenaera Velaryon's silver-gold hair.
Now, in the show, many have said that as House Velaryon is explicitly confirmed to have many branches, that Valaena came from one branch that was white, and that Alyssa Velaryon came from another white branch, and that Corlys mother or grandmother could have been a black Valyrian woman, which is not impossible as George RR Martin once said he wanted Valyrians to be black initially and kept it with the Velaryons, as it adds to Valyrians truly being different to the rest of Westeros.
And this brings me to this conclusion about Vaemond Velaryon's speech in Laena's funeral: Velaryon genetics are at least dominant over the Targaryens.
They are no strangers to the practice of intermarrying, but even if they marry Non-Valyrians their genes are always there and present themselves in one way or another.
Rhaenys The Queen Who Should Have Been is a descendant of Alyssa Velaryon through both her father and mother: Aemon Targaryen the Pale Prince was Alyssa's grandson and Jocelyn Baratheon was the youngest of Alyssa's children. Rhaenys married Corlys Velaryon, and they had Laenor and Laena.
Laena married Daemon Targaryen and they had the twins Baela and Rhaena, while Laenor married Rhaenyra.
It's not like Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey should be immediate male copies of Baela and Rhaena, but at least there should be some resemblance. Those boys do not look like their Arryn relatives as when Jace visits the Vale, no one points out his resemblance to his maternal great grandfather Rodrik Arryn nor does he resemble his mother's cousin Jeyne Arryn. In a scenario of the genetics of his non-valyrian forefathers' genetics appearing, the most likely are the Baratheon ones as those are the most dominant ones, and that would cement them as truly being Velaryons as Jocelyn Baratheon is Laenor's grandmother.
But they do not, Fire and Blood describes them as having Harwin Strong's bone structure and nose, they never are described as resembling the Baratheons or the Arryns, emphasizing that they are not Laenor's sons and are no true Velaryons.
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and the dragons danced?
chapter eight: AEGON II
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Aegon pressed himself closer into Sunfyre, encouraging the dragon to fly down. He saw Jace on Vermax following close behind. They'd flown past the Kingswood by the time the sun had reached its apex, and had passed over Ashford and Horn Hill already. Soon the Hightower would be in view and they would be descending on Oldtown and Daeron.
Daeron... his littlest brother. Only a boy of six namedays when he'd been sent off to foster with their mother's family. Aegon barely remembered what his little brother looked like, he knew that out of his siblings Daeron had been the only one to inherit their grandmother Alyssa's blonde hair, he hadn't inherited her eyes though, having the same indigo eyes as their father, Rhaenyra and Aegon himself. 
He remembered the little dragon that Daeron had claimed though. His brother was the only one of Queen Alicent's children to have an egg hatch in the cradle. A bright cobalt blue she-dragon whom Daeron was been proud of, even at six. He'd scoured the library for days trying to find her a name, asking Aegon to read him words that he didn't understand. Aegon was eleven at the time, and had found it quite irritating to be saddled with his little brother, but he had helped all the same and eventually Daeron decided on the name Tessarion for the little hatchling. 
Three days later he was gone. Aegon hadn't seen him since, he wasn't at Lady Laena or Ser Laenor's funerals, or the tourney held in celebration for Aegon's sixteenth name day, or even his wedding to Helaena. Aegon remembered mother asking grandfather about why her son was not present, but everytime Otto managed to distract her and change the subject, Aegon was beginning to worry about why.
Aegon was lost in thought for a while, before he spotted the white stone tower in the distance. The Hightower itself. Vermax came closer to Sunfyre as they neared the city. "You land!" Jace's voice came over the wind, "I'll circle above, Sunfyre will show me if I need to land." They'd talked about the plan before they left, but Aegon was relieved to hear the ease in Jace's voice, even shouting over the wind he sounded confident, a helpful salve to Aegon's own worry.
Soon the two dragons were circling above the tower. Aegon took a breath, then directed Sunfyre to land on the top of the tower.
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The guards kept back. Eyes darting from Sunfyre's golden jaw to Aegon as he dismounted his dragon. "Tell my cousin that Prince Aegon has come for his brother," he called to the guards. One turned and took off down the stairs. The other two stayed. Eyes still stuck on Sunfyre. "Do not be afraid," Aegon said, amused, "he will not harm you."
As they waited for his cousin and brother, Aegon distantly heard the sound of a dragon's cry. Tessarion sensing her kin perhaps?
It didn't take long for Lord Ormund and Prince Daeron to reach the top of the Hightower. His brother's eyes lit up when they fell on Aegon and a smile graced his lips. "My Prince," Lord Ormund spoke, his own eyes locked on Sunfyre.
"My lord cousin," Aegon responded.
"What brings you here? We received no raven telling of your coming," Ormund said, when his eyes finally turned to Aegon he could see the genuine confusion in them. Either Grandfather had not yet sent word to Oldtown of his fathers death or he had and that raven had included the detail of Aegon's escape.
"Has my grandfather sent you a raven yet?" He asked.
Ormund hesitated, "yes my Prince, I am sorry for your loss."
Aegon nodded, "then you know. I am here because my brother should be present for the funeral of our father," Ormund nodded at Aegon's words, "and the coronation of our sister."
That made Ormund blink at him, "your sister..." he repeated.
"Yes." Aegon confirmed, "my father's named heir." He raised a hand and waved Daeron forward. His brother hesitated for a moment, eyes darting between his brother and his cousin, confusion alight in them. "Come brother, our sister has requested your presence personally." Daeron's eyebrows pulled together, a sliver of fear visible in them. "It's okay," he reassured, "come on."
"I should fly on Tessarion right?" Daeron said, his voice no longer tinged with the shrillness of boyhood.
"Yes," Aegon agreed, "call her. I'll take flight on Sunfyre before she lands." He turned his eyes back to his cousin, "I don't wish to risk the structure of your tower with two dragons upon it." Lord Ormund muttered a thank you. His eyes no longer confused but simmering with barely concealed anger as he realised there was nothing he could do to keep the youngest prince away from his family. 
Daeron closed his eyes as Aegon turned to remount his dragon. The dragon's call came again, Sunfyre responded with his own and far above them Aegon heard Vermax's distant cry. Tessarion came into view a few moments later, her cobalt scales distinct against the pale sky. "Brother?" Aegon called as he flung himself into the saddle and prepared to take flight. Daeron turned his eyes from his dragon. "Stay close, you have less flying experience and I can't have you dying before we even get home." Daeron smirked and nodded.
Sunfyre took to the sky just as Tessarion reached them. The two dragons passed each other, Sunfyre's golden wings brushed Tessarion bronze chest and the smaller dragon snipped at him. Luckily Sunfyre didn't seem bothered by it and kept flying up. Aegon looked down as Tessarion landed and let out a sharp call. Ormund had grabbed Daeron by the arm it seemed, probably hissing some warning about a murderous sister. Daeron pulled away, stepping closer to his dragon. Tessarion lowered her head, and as Daeron placed a hand on it, Ormund stepped back and left. Aegon smirked to himself.
Daeron was in his saddle a moment later, taking flight to join Aegon. "Stay close," Aegon called.
Before Daeron could call a response there was a sharp cry as Vermax descended from the clouds to join his kin. Aegon rolled his eyes as he heard Jace's laugh on the wind. "Hello uncle!" Jace called to Daeron. Tessarion fluttered back. "Let's go home!" Jace yelled. He spurred Vermax on. Aegon laughed as he followed with Sunfyre, seeing Tessarion following right behind. The three dragons flew north in sync, in the direction of home.
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Daeron followed Aegon's advice and stayed close the entire ride back. So close to Aegon and Sunfyre in fact that Tessarion's wings brushed against Sunfyre's every now and then. Aegon also noted that Daeron stayed a distance from Vermax. Jace seemed to understand that as well, keeping Vermax away from the other dragons too. The Hightowers had definitely filled Daeron's head with the lies they had filled Aegon's with. His hesitancy to go to their sister, Tessarion's snarl at Vermax and Daeron keeping his distance during the flight all combined to tell Aegon that. 
Aegon leant forward to push Sunfyre downwards, his golden claws grazing the top of the trees of the Kingswood. During the flight back Aegon and Jace hadn't tried to keep out of sight like they had on the flight there. Daeron was already on the way to Dragonstone and they'd be there by sundown, there was nothing the greens could do to stop them so there was no point in hiding themselves. Vermax alighted beside him for a moment and Aegon caught a look at Jace, his head was leaning back as he took in the fast wind around them. Tessarion fluttered to his other side, the smallest of the dragons among them it was much easier to see Daeron's hunched form on her back. The three dragons pushed on over the Kingwood and towards the Narrow Sea.
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Dragonstone came into view just as the sun began to set over the horizon. The first thing Aegon saw was the red scales of Caraxes as the Blood Wyrm circled the sky, presumably on watch. When the three smaller dragons descended from the sky, Caraxes followed. 
They landed in the same place that Aegon and Jace had taken flight from. Rhaenyra, Luke, Baela and Rhaena were all waiting for them. Jace jumped off Vermax the moment they landed, running his hand over his dragon's neck for a moment, before he walked over to his family. Baela instantly pulled him into a hug, Luke and Rhaena joining a moment later. 
Aegon dismounted slowly, allowing them a moment of reunion, before he landed on the ground. "Thanks boy," Aegon muttered to Sunfyre, "you did well."
"Aegon!" Rhaenyra called. Aegon turned to see his sister opening her arms in invitation. He took it. He stepped forward and into Rhaenyra's embrace, her soft arms enclosing around him. "Welcome back," she said softly.
"Thank you," Aegon responded. He pulled back and turned slightly to find Daeron. His brother had dismounted as well, but had stayed standing beside his dragon. "Daeron!" Aegon called, waving his brother over. Daeron hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking to Rhaenyra, before he walked over.
"Princess," Daeron bowed when he reached them.
"Oh, none of that," Rhaenyra waved him off, stepping forward to take Daeron's arms, "welcome to Dragonstone valonqar , I hope you enjoy your time here."
Daeron glanced at Aegon, who smiled encouragingly. "Thank you... mandia. "
Rhaenyra's answering smile was blinding. "Come," she said, turning to wave for her children, and Daemon, who had landed Caraxes and dismounted as well, to follow her. "We have much to discuss."
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¤ The Invitation ¤
{ Aemond Targaryen }
《 Part 12 》
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When Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen's big family arrive at King's Landing for princess Helaena and prince Aegon Targaryen's wedding, things go as they always do. Dragons, uncles, nephews and cousins discussing and fighting, tension on every look, and disconfort when being with each other. Just the usual stuff...until the princess Daera Targaryen got drunk at a ball where The One-Eyed Prince happened to sneaked in
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Warnings: swearing, lies and secretss as always, sexual insinuation, explicit sex (p on v), family drama, TARGARYEN INCEST [cousinXcousin]
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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-Hold up-, a brown-haired boy sighed, narrowing his eyes-. So you Targaryens and Velaryons have an Aegon, Vaemond, Aemond, Daemon, Daeron, Daera, Laenor, Laena, Baela, Rhaena, Rhaenyra...and Rhaenys?-. He asked, highly confused.
-Indeed-, Jace nodded with simplicity.
-And then, suddenly, a Joffrey?-. Another boy, this one blonde, tilts his head. Also confused.
-Yes-, Jace smiled and they blinked, speechless-. My father chose his name from a former friend of his, so...-he shrugged, giggling.
The two lads nodded, pretending to understand.
Lord Corlys's nameday party is still going, being enjoyed by almost every of the attendants. In this moment, prince Jacaerys is seated at a table, enjoying the company of the sons of two great houses. Bryte Baratheon and Tygett Lannister. Both boys are the same age as Jace, so their talks are easygoing, just killing time.
-And...-Tygett, as blonde as the sun, narrows his blue eyes-, which one is "The Rogue Princess"?-, he asked with a cocky smile.
-Oh, yes, I have heard of that one-. Bryte, as brown-haired as the Velaryon prince, raises his brows, also interested.
-Uhh, that one would be Daera-. Jacaerys answered with a soft smile, giving a light nodd. They look curious at him-. My sister-, he added.
-She hot?-, the Lannister boy murmurs, and the Baratheon one laughed funnily. Jace inhales through his nose, feeling his cheeks burning. He straightened his shoulders.
-She is rather attractive-. He muttered as politely as he could, playing a little with his fingers on his knees. His companions smiled glancing at each other, nodding.
-But why is she called "The Rogue Princess", though?-. Byte asked with honest curiosity-. Is it just because she is The Rogue Prince's daughter? I hope not-, he scoffed briefly.
-Do you not know the tale?!-, Tygett reproaches funnily, and Jace grined tinyly.
-What? Is there a tale to know?-. The Baratheon jumps on his seat, surprised. Lannister nodes with excitement.
-She killed two men just like her father would-, Jace narrates. Tygett smiles and Bryte raised his brows, listening-. Coldly-, be cleared with a sigh.
-She- she killed?-, Bryte mumbles in shock.
-It was on a trip to The Vale my family once did, to visit my mother's maternal family, the Arryns, and also to celebrate Joffrey's third name day-. The prince talks quietly, being under their interested gazes-. We were in the camp, outside, and those men, who were none of ours, seemed to want to...bandalize my sisters-. He clears his throat, evading the word "rape", but they understood fully-. So she killed them, by herself-. Pride was obvious in his tone, forming a little smile.
Tygett licked his lips, pleasantly surprised, raising his brows and nodding briefly, remembering the former times he has heard the same tale, among others, about that girl.
-Fuck-, Bryte blinks, wordless-. Even I haven't killed anyone...yet-, he mumbles ashamed.
-But my sister's sobriquet is also due to all of her doings alone. She was already a rogue one before that-, Jace points, playing with the golden cup on his hand.
-How so?-, Lannister asks-. What are her doings?-, he tilts his head, laughing intrigued.
-Ah-, prince Jacaerys chuckled, raising his frown-...Whatever she wants them to be-, he mumbled, turning his head around, something the other two did as well.
And there was Daera, in the dance floor, with not one dance partner, but six.
The Rogue Princess was dancing stoppless with some of the little kids of the party, Joffrey among them. She was jumping and giggling with them all around the hall, smiling bigly and making them smile even bigger, lauging loudly, and constantly. Joffrey was twitching, supposedly dancing, so vividly, and proud of his big sister making his friends to laugh and have fun.
All the instruments being played were making an absolutely animated melody, allowing her to grab the children's hands and make them dance around crazily. She was doing it herself, making her hips to jump and shaking her naked shoulders from side to side, biting her tongue with a smile and bumping along the rythym. Joffrey jumped highly and excitedly, grabbing her hands and making her to jum with him.
Jace smiled with his lips closed, looking at her from his place and snorting a soft laugh, forgetting for a moment about his talk with the others.
Moments and five songs later, Daera decided to take a quick break, for she was literally airless and wet in sweat.
-Daera!-, Joffrey called when he saw her turning around.
-Oh, I need to breath, sweet dragon!-. She talked, with a breathless smile and fanning herself with her hands-. You keep going, alright?! You are young!-, she laughs without air, walking away.
-I'll dance for you!-, Joffrey shouted, bravely.
-Make me proud, boy!-. Daera smiled at him, nearly lumping for how thirsty she was. The kid laughed and kept jumping and dancing with his friends-. Oh gods...-she laughs, placing a hand on her back and walking quickly-. How do they not get fucking tired?-, she mumbled surprised.
She walked out from the dance floor, directing herself to one of the big tables of the hall, to fetch herself some water. She smiled when she saw who was already at that table.
-Oh gods!-. With his mouth fulled of bread, Luke bumps surprised when he sees his sweaty sister approaching tiredly-. You are dripping!-, he coughs, looking quickly for a napkin.
-I have heard that before-, she mumbles and sighs, arriving. He laughed, blushed, handing her two serviettes-. Thanks-. She instantly passes them all over her face, taking the sweat away-. Oh yes...yes, that's better-. Daera smiles, accepting the cup of water he also fetched for her-. You are the best-, she cried, drinking quickly.
Luke smiles, grabbing some more food to direct to his mouth. Daera, finishing her water, sighs and looks curiously at him from head to toe.
-Want to join me in a dance?-, she offered with a smile, tilting her head.
-I wished!-, Luke noded-. But I am so full-, he whispered ashamed, pointing at the table. Daera snorts curving her brows-...Grandma has been looking for who ate the lasts biscuits, she says it's not possible we are already out of them but we are and it's my fault and I am so sorry-, he whispered quickly raising his frown.
Daera opened her eyes big, as he did too, and at the same sime they bursted out laughing loudly, wrinkiling their eyes and opnening their mouths hugely. Luke laughed ashamed, combing his hair nervously, while Daera punched her own legs, breathless due to her amusedment.
-Corlys also used to love Rhaenys's biscuits, if I am not mistaking-. A third voice comes from close, one deep and serious, which made their laughs stop.
They turned their heads, finding Vaemond Velaryon walking towards them. Their uncle. He has his eyes narrowed and a fake smile. Daera sighed briefly, smiling tinyly, while Luke gulped, moving a little on his place.
-Uncle-, the princess greeted.
-Uncle-, the prince copied her with hurry.
Vaemond halted his steps, firmly. He smiled at Daera, closing his lips, and then wrinkling them when he looked at Lucerys, who gulped again. The boy always has always sensed the annoyance he provoked in his Velaryon uncle, something he has never come to truly understand.
-My grandsire does not "used to", he loves any food that comes from my grandma Rhaenys, I quite remember-. Daera spoke with a brief giggle, gaining his attention back.
-Ah, indeed-. Vaemond nodded with his brows up-. I am sure too, niece, that my brother is still out there, celebrating his very own day with his lads in the battle. We pray so that he celebrates his next one in here, with us-, he smiles along a slow sigh-. But, until then...-he mumbles-...our throne remains unprotected. Cold-. He looks, once again, at the rightful heir of the Driftwood throne.
Luke.
Daera wrinkles her lips quickly, grabbing one of his hands and placing this behind her, making him to give two steps back.
-Our grandma is keeping it very deffended, and warm, if you recall, uncle-. She speaks, almost daring, tilting her head towards Luke-. Until our grandsire returns...which he will-, she smiles brightfully.
Vaemond narrows his eyes slowly, staring at her with almost shame, but still smiling. She kept smiling too, blinkless. Luke, on the other hand, hummed nervously, giving a quick caress on her hand.
-I shall go look for Rhaena-. He informed, looking at his sister-. I think she might be-
-Yes, go-. Daera interrupted him, softly. He gulped, and walked away without any other word. Vaemond follows him with his gaze, and then stares at her again, looking from up to down.
-Every day more beautiful, niece, just as your mother-. He speaks with a harsh softness, pretending to be polite. She narrowed her eyes, smiling with her cheeks up-. Though, sometimes I do remember you might be as blind as her brother, which did not see that-
Daera smiled and walked away. Just like that, she left him with his dirty words on his mouth, really not wanting to listen to them. She got bored of hearing the same shit. Vaemond goes speechless, blinking hugely and feeling his throat drying up.
The princess walks freely and easily, with a smile, looking around. And suddenly, she saw a long white straight mane bouncing in the middle of the dancle floor. Daera stopped walking, closing her eyes for two seconds, not knowing what she just saw.
Aemond...dancing?
-What?-. She spits her words, blankly.
Daera stares cautionly to the crowd, searching for him between all the dancing people, but she could not to, for they were moving all around. She tsked stressfully, not waiting one second more and walking in the middle of all those people, not minding them and just looking for her lover, who apparently decided suddenly to fucking dance.
-With fucking who?-, she whispers under her breath, jealous.
As she got closer, she encountered again with the sight of his long hair. She also noticed two white hands placed on his shoulders. Lady hands. Daera gave a little jump, walking quicker between the people, with her eyes narrowed, not losing him out of sight again.
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Aemond twirled alongside the music. Finally, she could see his face, and the girl's he was dancing with. Daera stopped walking slowly, furrowing her brows a little.
He was dancing with a Tully lady, their age, and she could not be more unconfortable, not to mention him. The girl was looking at any other side at all times, evading to look at at his scar or at his only eye. She was so tense. And he was holding her waist with discommodity, barely touching her, also looking away, with his throat afflicted. He could almost touch her unreasonable fear. It is ridiculous.
From their places, outside the dance zone, Alicent and Otto were staring at them constantly, calculating all of their steps. The Queen had a little smile on her lips and The Hand of the King a cocky look.
Daera gulped, pressing her lips while looking at them, and then she looks at Aemond again. She felt so bad for him, so incredibly bad, for she knows they made him to dance with a woman who obviously believes all the tales about him and sees him as some kind of monster, and this is probably not the first time in the night. She felt her blood boil, hating to see her love in that position, the one of a piece on a board, a buffon. She felt the dark desire of giving that girl what she deserved because of her immaturity. A grunt came out from her lips, and at that same time, he noticed her proximity, nailing his shamed eye in her.
And, also at that same time, someone touches her shoulder politely. She blinked, losing concentration, and turned around while forcing a calm expression.
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And she finds Daeron smirking at her.
-For fuck's fucking sake-, Aemond sighed rolling his eye blank.
The Tully girl flinches when hearing him talk for the first time. He lets his cold eye to fall in her, annoyed. She almost felt like fainting.
-Daeron...-Daera turns around to face him, curious. The people around them were still dancing to the song being played-. Enjoying the party?- she asks forming a smirk.
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-Quite-, he nodded with a smile, one she copied-. Though it would be even better if you would grant me an honor-, he mumbles raising his brows.
-That depends, I have my boundaries-. She muttered funnily, tilting her head while looking at him. Daeron chuckled under his breath, licking his lips and raising his chin with pride.
She looked at his lover in ashance, meeting with his eye for a second.
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Aemond sighed heavily, dancing tensely while looking at them every five seconds, not being able to hear what they were talking about. But he was seeing how preciously she was smiling at his brother.
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-Would you dance with me, cousin?-. Daeron asked, polite, but also flirty.
Daera narrowed her eyes slowly, forming a smile on her lips while an idea crossed her mind. The perfect excuse to stay close to Aemond.
-Hum-, she hummed funnily, turning around-. Come...-her head tilts briefly to a side, starting to walk between the people.
Victoriously, Daeron sucked his cheeks and started to walk behind her, following her steps. His intense gaze stayed placed on her back and hair, admiring them in silence while she walked calmly, placing her eyes in Aemond.
He nearly gasped when he saw her approaching, but totally hided his surprise, clenching his jaw when becoming aware she was to dance with his brother, just at his side. He cared little about the fact, and just thanked it. For she would be closer.
Aemond made the Tully lady to twirl, and meanwhile, he walked around her. The gods made him to make this slow walk just as Daera was aproaching to there. They stared at each other deeply, not being noticed by Daeron, who was busy in just staring at her.
But Aemond purred, and she sucked her inferior lip with a hidden roguery. They both dined the other with their gazes.
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Daera turned around, facing Daeron with a confident smile. He sighed a laugh, placing his hands on her waist, which made Aemond to inhale through his nose, blinking slowly.
And they began to dance.
Alicent, ending a conversation with Cole, turned her gaze back to Aemond, and her jaw fell when, asides him, she encountered with Daera and Daeron, dancing together with smiles on their faces. The Queen blinks annoyed, opening a hand.
-When did she grab my son?-, she asked bemused.
-Outrageous-, Cole shook his head, serious.
-I heard he stole the dragon on that very same night...-
-Not just a thief then, but a maimed thief-
-It is said that he can curse you if he takes his patch off...-
Alicent blinked multiple times, hearing those near whispers. She turned her head with no caution, nailing her harsh gaze on the ones that were gossiping about Aemond recklessly. The Queen stared at them, annoyed and offended, and they shushed in an instant, walking away with fear. She, then, gulps strongly, and glances at Aemond again, seeing how uncomfortable and bored he was.
Meanwhile, Lucerys had finally found Rhaena. Turns out she was making company to Helaena, seated on her side at the divan, in another chair, and staring softly at her, seeing how the pregnant princess was caressing her felly with the tip of her fingers, seeming to be sleepy.
Luke pressed a smile on his face, not thinking twice to head himself there.
-Ladies-, he greeted politely. Rhaena smiled when she saw him, and pat the empty chair at her side. He giggled briefly, sitting on it.
-Hello, Luke...-. Helaena's sweet voice speaks low, smiling at him with her eyes almost fully closed.
-Aunt-, the boy smirks at her, and then at her belly-. I ought to tell you how happy I am for you and your future child. You look stunning-, he flattered with politeness.
-You definetely do-, Rhaena agrees the same way. Helaena laughs, lifting her cheeks-. Has it treated you well?-, she asked about the pregnancy.
-Yes-, she nods proudly-. They have been kind-, she whispers looking at her belly. Rhaena and Luke smiled silently, listening at her-. All the maidens have been too, not to mention your sister-, Helaena blinked softly.
-Oh, we are glad Daera has been of help-. Rhaena curved her lips into a smile, with proud.
-She mostly has-. The dearest nods raising her brows-. During all her visits in all this moons she accompanied me and took care of me too, very nicely-. She speaks with tenderness and joy, still drowsy.
-And after all those visits, she would tell us how much she enjoyed them as well-. Lucerys comments with a soft laugh, surprising her nicely-. Daera is as excited for your child as we are, is she not?-. Luke elbows Rhaena softly.
-Oh indeed!-, she nods with her eyes big open, laughing. They three laughed, and Helaena curved her brows with a sigh, smiling.
-I want her to be at presence when I finally give birth to your nephews-. She says dreamy, and they raised their brows along sort of confused smiles, noticing the plural subject-. Daera told me herself she will be at my side when it is time...-she smiles.
-She shall be-, promised Luke with a moved smile-. She will-, he nodded.
-Our sister never breaks a promise-, Rhaena giggled with her brows up, making Helaena to giggle as well.
-Good to know-, she clapped tenderly, smiling tiredly.
Lucerys and Rhaena smiled silently at her, admiring her softness and innocent. Sometimes they truly couldn't understand how she belongs to such a cold and broken family. Other times, most of them, they would pity her.
-Oy!-, a sharp call from Daemon made they both to turn their heads. They saw The Rogue Prince steps away from them, looking at them sideways with seriousness. He emitted a sound, tilting his head so they would follow him.
He has never enjoy seeing his children with the greens, any of them.
Luke and Rhaena sighed, somewhat shamed, and after saying goodbye to Helaena they stood up and walked away from there, with Daemon, who took them back to their table to join Rhaenyra and Joffrey.
Helaena stays alone, sighing calmly, just for a few seconds. She sees Aegon approaching to her, stumbling, making her bones to tense coldly.
-Helaena...-he mumbles, wobbly, approaching to her from her life-. Mother says that...-he burps, placing a hand on her shoulder to gain balance.
She squelaed and pushed his hand away in a second, having felt nausea when feeling his dirty harsh drunken touch. Aegon burped again, not minding her rejectment, and instead he placed his hand on the divan's backrest. She gulps strongly, looking around with unquietness.
-Listen, you-. He drags his words, hating to be at her side, and wanting to talk as quick as possible-. Mother tells you to-
-There is a grass between the tides-. Helaena suddenly turned her head to him, looking almost mad, whispering her words with fear and caution.
Her husband wrinkled his expressions, shocked.
-What the fuck does that even means, you?-, he whispered poisonly.
Helaena gulped, once again, tilting her head and aparting her worried gaze from him.
-It cannot be clearer than that...-she whispered. Then she squealed a little, grabbing her belly and looking at it with a slight confused pain.
In the meantime, in the dance floor, Daeron's fingers were resting on Daera's waist, and hers on his shoulders, performing their dance while smiling at each other, talking.
-I have heard you have become quiet good with the blade, cousin-. The younger prince told her, raising his brows.
-Ah, then you heard about how I beat your older brother's ass in the training patio, perhaps-. Daera muttered funnily, glancing over his shoulders.
While Daeron laughed, she eyed Aemond, who was just at their side with his partner, who now was a Martell lady, as uncomfortable as the others girls he has danced with. He glanced back at her, blinking and pressing his lips.
-More than once, am I mistaking?-. Daeron asked with a gracious smile, looking at her with shiny eyes. She stared back at him, laughing.
-Well, I had to find some entertaining for myself while visiting your sister during these moons-. Daera nods to a side, biting her inferior lip quickly.
-Hm, perhaps I would have found another way to entertain you if I had been there, princess-. The prince mumbles, flirty, with a funny smile-. Quarrels with my brothers would not have been a needed custom-, he denied.
-Oh well...-Daera chuckled looking away, at Aemond. She saw how he, while twirling along the music, rolled his eye with so much annoyment, for he was clearly hearing his brother trying to flirt with his lover. Daera fighted to not laugh, biting her lips.
Daera is surprised, she has to admit, for how good Aemond turns out to dance. He moves with the music majestically. His moves were delicated and refined, but at the same time they were well marked and quick. He gives every step with grace and divinity. And that is something she is the only one in notice, for his formers dance partners have just looked away while dancing with him, not counting the steps, but the seconds so their dance would be over. If it were her, for fuck's sake, she would let him know how good he dances. If it were her, he would dance with no one but her.
-And how is your dragon?-. Daeron speaks again, returning her back to reality. Daera blinks, glancing away from Aemond, who licked his lips when looking at her-. I heard The Golden Ray is mightier than ever-, he raises his brows.
-You hear a lot of things-, she points, and he chuckles briefly, somewhat ashamed-. Kalistrox is doing very fine, as well as The Blue Queen, as I saw in our arrival here-, she said with a smile.
-Ah yes, Tessarion is quite alright as well-. Daeron nods prideful, thinking of his she-dragon.
Soon, the song ended, and all the crowd clapped cheerful, smiling happily. Daera and Daeron clapped too, laughing with amusedment. Aemond did not clap, and as the song ended he draw the lady's hands away from his shoulders, making her flinch.
-Good dance, my lady-. He mumbled looking down at her, making a quick curtsy.
The Martell girl nodded fastly, opening her mouth. The One-Eyed Prince ignored what she was about to say and walked away with firmness, outing from the dance floor. Daera opened her lips briefly, looking askance at him and then at Daeron again, forcing a smile.
A new song started, and so did a new dance.
He has reached his limit for the night, at least for the night. He don't want to tolerate no more the afraid ladies, the murmurs surrounding him and the looks coming from every corner of the hall from people he doesn't even know. All of them talking about how he stole a dragon, or about his lost eye, or any other gossip with his name on it. He is the sensation of the night. And how much despites and hates that.
Aemond humms coldly, heading to his mother and grandfather. And when they saw him, the bumped in their places, surprised.
-You are supposed to share three songs with Lord Martell's daughter, Aemond-. Alicent quickly reproaches as soon as her son reaches her side.
-And she is supposed to at least hide her fear, mother, as well as Lord Tully's daughter-. Aemond spoke calmly but coldly, crossing his arms behind his back and standing firmly, looking at Daera and Daeron from the distance.
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Alicent gulps, trying to not flinch at the mention of the disrespect towards her child.
-Set your discomforts at a side, grandson-. Otto recommends with a hoarse voice, and he looks at him with a severe disbelief.
-'Tis I who must do that?-, Aemond asks with a light roughness.
-Everybody here knows what happened the last time you were in here, in Driftmark, son-. Speaking lowly and nervously, Alicent grabs one of his arms, looking at his eye. He grunts quietly, looking at her too-. You can't be with that long face no longer-, she forbidds.
Aemond opened his lips and did not blink for a few seconds, truly feeling that they were not listening to him. At all.
-Many here think that you stole the dragon of Lord Corlys's passed daughter-, Otto mumbles under his breath, looking around cautiously-. We turn out to be in Lord Corlys's hall, Aemond-. He recalled.
-Well I do not think it that way-, he tried to deffend himself. Alicent tsks and sighs.
-Well you will need to try to-. She reproached tiredly, and he furrowed his brows while gulping, shaking his head-. All the great houses are among us today, and all your actitude have made is to feed the fire of the tale-tellers and their tales-, The Queen hissed, somewhat desesperated for him to understand.
Aemond made a pout with his lips, glancing at the floor. Meanwhile, Otto directed his gaze to the dance floor, where he saw his youngest grandson all over princess Daera, mumbling words to her with a smile, so out of place and lacking selfrespect.
The Hand of The King looked at The One-Eyed Prince again.
-Invite your cousin, princess Daera, to dance with you-. He ordered to him. Aemond went speechless.
-What?-, Alicent's brows goes down-. Father-, she tries to deny.
-It will look good, you dancing with one of Lady Laena's daughters-. Otto decided, ignoring his own daughter. Aemond clenches his jaw, annoyed by this, but at the same time feeling how overjoyed his heart started to beat-. Besides, take her away from Daeron, for the gods's sake-, he mumbles exhausted.
Aemond sighs, pretending to be annoyed. He tightened his fists, as well as his jaw, biting briefly his inferior lip, and then turning around with a snort.
-At once...-he whispered, heading to the dance floor once again, now with all of his will.
-I heard you look like your mother when she was your age-, Daeron says with a flirty smile.
-Yes...-Daera sighs, tired of him, looking around with boredness.
-Lady Laena must have been gorgeous then-, he flatters with a polite giggle.
-Yes-, she nods, not answering his laughs.
Daeron narrows his eyes, noticing her boredom. Quickly, he tried to find a new topic to talk of. But, before he could do that, the presence of a tall one-eyed Targaryen made them both to stop their dance.
Daera's eyes shined when she saw Aemond, deeply serious, having his hands crossed behind his back.
-Brother?-, Daeron names confused.
-Our grandfather calls for you-. Aemond coldly informed, and his little brother furrows his brows. Daera opens her lips, looking at him-. I will dance with our cousin now, by his orders-. He muttered, letting his eye fall on the princess.
She felt how all of her body warmed, and she fighted so hard to hide it. Aemond, looking at her, felt his lips wanting to curve into a smile, and so he chew them, avoiding this.
-Oh gods...-Daeron tsks his tongue with a complain, but he did not figh against the order. He looks at Daera, who was looking at his brother with an annoyed face-. Our dance was good-, he sighed.
-Indeed-, she sighed too-. And now my next one is about to be a nightmare-. Daera smiles fakely at Aemond.
I'm probably going to get wet while dancing with him, she actually thought.
-We fear the same destiny-, Aemond hissed at her, narrowing his eye.
I'm already creaming my pants, he actually thought.
-Ugh-, Daeron rolled his eyes-. Just...try to don't kill each other-, he mumbled, turning around and walking away with not one suspicion.
We will fuck each other, they both thought.
With a blank face, Daera offered him one of her hands. Expressionless, he takes it, and then he starts to walk, dragging her with him between all the people.
-Aemond-, she has to look down to allow herself a laugh, lifting her cheeks happily-. Where are we going?-, she giggles while being dragged.
-Away from my mother's and grandfather's gazes-, he answered in a mumble, starting to smile too as he looked around, seeing how some people were looking at them. He erases his smile.
They reached another point of the dance floor, where they stopped while everyone around danced and laughed. He halted in this place, for the people seemed to really be into their own business. They now stand in the very heart of the ball.
Aemond turned around, facing her, and she lifted her chin to look at him too, feeling her chest coming up and down.
-Pretend, Daera-. He remembered in a low mumble, placing his hands on her waist. She felt how her skin burned instantly.
-I am-, her voice comes out as a string, and she gulped, trying to maintain her sanity-. You do too-, she ordered, placing her hands on his shoulders.
-Hmm-, he hummed. He clenched his teeth when feeling her fingers over him-. I- I am pretending, what are you talking about?-, he scoffed.
-I am talking about your eye nearly losing itself in my cleavage, my prince-. Daera whispered, quickly.
Aemond sighed with a smile, being caught, and then she twirled along the music, officially starting their dance.
-Forgive my eye, then-. He speaks looking around, grabbing her waist again when she ended her turn. They looked each other, centimeters away-...And I'll forgive your cleavage-. He made her twirl again.
Daera hide a laugh, biting her lips and closing her eyes while returning to him, again. Aemond grabbed her waist and sighed with a tiny smile, hiding it by looking to his shoes.
-Interesting footwear, cousin...-she mumbled, also looking down. He giggled biting his lips. Daera takes advantage of this, sighing-. You dance so good, love-. She whispered, amazed.
-And you look majestic, goddess-. He grunted under his breath, staring at his shoes, but he allowed himself to look at her uncovered cleavage. She bit her lips, chuckling-. Perfect-, he sighs.
-I thank you-. Daera whispers scratching her mouth, hiding her smile while they twirled-. I have been fantasizing about you all evening...-she confesses, almost purring.
Aemond humms, closing his eye for a second.
Rhaenys was not so far from them, dancing with Lord Blaclwood politely and friendly, killing the time with some talk. And, as they danced, she soon noticed her granddaughater close in the dance floor, having Aemond as her partner. They were twirling, just as all the others partners but, for some reason, they were looking to the floor almost religiously, making their manes to cover most of their faces.
The Lady of Driftmark was about to sigh, about to pity her granddaughter, who she knows hates her cousin. But, then, she could see for a brief second how she had a smile on her face, giggling towards the ground. Daera was smiling, not tauntly or sarcastic, she was...smirking and batting her lashes. Flirty? Rhaenys narrows her eyes from a second to another, blinking confused. Lord Blackwood made her to turn, so her sight changed.
-My brother seems rather affective with you-, Aemond mumbled lifting his gaze again, serious.
-He has always been, if you recall-. Daera sighed looking around, pretending to be annoyed by his closeness and his touch, though she was insanely enjoying the stoppless caressings on her waist by his thumbs-. I'm afraid I might have an special effect in some Targaryen brothers-, she mumbled, fakely worried.
-Oh, I shall hope not-. The one-eyed sighed tiredly-. I do not wish for competence-, he denies.
-You would win, either way-. Daera whispered between her teeths, rolling her eyes so it seems she is tedious. Aemond rolled his eye too, having to fight against his smile.
-Good to know...-he muttered. Daera laughed from deep her throat.
-EY!!-, the whole hall shouted at the same time in the middle of the dance, cheering. Daera and Aemond walked around each other as well as all the dancing partners, smiling cockily.
-You love to shout, do you not?-. He narrowed his eye.
-Do you not know it already?-, she taunted-. EEYY!-, and she shouted again along all the others, raising her arms with excitement and amusedment. Aemond laughed with his lips closed, licking them and concealing the smile.
Daera raised her brows and walked to him again, letting his hands to grab her waist, anew. They twirled on their place at the rhythm of the drums and the string instruments which so loud were playing.
-I have notice that you have not had any clash with any of my siblings, this evening-. The princess commented with a curious tone, and she sees him scoffing briefly-...That is an achivement itself-, she mumbled proudly.
-I thank it too!-. Aemond grunted when grabbing her armpits from below and lifting her from the floor, for this was part of the choreography. All the other partners did it too, but they both felt like the most special ones. Daera fighted herself so hard to not smile at him from up-. But it is due to my mother and grandfather's endless search of dances partners for me-. He placed her back in the floor, tightening his fingers on her waist.
-Ah, how disgusting that must have been-. Daera snorts, looking around, searching for any of her siblings, but none of them were at sight near the dance floor. Which meant she was not at sight for them either.
-It allowed me to not clash with any of your siblings, as you said-. Aemond muttered, shrugging briefly while staring at her cleavage, seeing how her breasts were coming up and down-. My bless, my curse...-he sighs, closing his eye.
Aemond twirled gracefully, making his long mane to turn in the air as well. Daera admires this with a smile, twirling as well, and soon they met again, interwining their fingers and touching their chests, looking at each other while circling in their place.
-Let's meet-. He proposed from a moment to another, whispering so thinly, and desperate.
Daera afflicted her throat, tapping her fingers on his shoulders, and then gripping them.
-Everybody is either too drunk or too friendly already to care about our absence-. Aemond talked with his gaze down, pretending a serious face.
-It's the perfect moment-, she instantly agrees, looking askance to his shoes to draw a smile on her lips.
-My mother and grandfather will quickly become aware of me not being here, of course, but they shall not come looking for me-. Aemond told her, confident-. They know I hate balls-, he snorted.
-And my family thinks I hate you-, she smiled cockily, turning around and moving her arms gracefully. He started at her back with a smirk, glancing at her ass for a second-...They won't suspect a thing-, she whispered.
Rhaenys narrowed her eyes, seeing how Daera turned back to Aemond and whispered something at him with a smile. The lady of Driftmark watches the one-eyed prince placing his hands on her waist again, giving her a light pull, and her granddaughter did not seem to complain at all. She blinks, confused, drawing her gaze away once again when some lord speaks to her.
-But, any ways, we have to be cautious-. Daera whispered resting her back against his, both opening their arms to their sides slowly, with the music-. And I have a plan-, she informs, resting the back of her head on his back for a quick moment.
-What is your plan, my doll?-. Aemond asks, barely moving his lips, lifting his arms along the song and looking around with his wided eye.
-Is a good plan, but...-she inhales through her nose, starting to turn around again-, perhaps I'll have to kiss someone-. She smiles.
-What?!-. Aemond turns around in a second, exaltated. She raised her brows, smiling surprisedly-. No, no, change your plan then-. He instantly denies, having his jaw clenched.
-I was jesting!-, Daera quickly clarifies, smirking bemused and narrowing her eyes. She made it look like she was taunting at him, for external eyes. He blinked, humming with warning-. I won't kiss anyone but you-, she whispered confidently.
Aemond sucked his cheeks from inside, walking around her slowly, stepping with the music. Daera sighed, following him with her deep and hungry eyes.
And, as she twirled slowly on her place, she suddenly became aware of her grandmother looking sideways towards them. Constantly. Daera hides any signs of surprise, and what she did was to hold one of Aemond's hand and, without stopping their dance, she dragged him. He did not hesitate, and followed her with a cautious gaze, trusting her decision.
Princess Rhaenys saw how they dance while going deeper in between the people, being now even more mixed with them. Now she could only see their manes. She tsked lowly, furrowing her brows towards there. Something weird is going on.
-My grandma was glancing at us-, Daera whispered, resting her hands on his shoulders. He flinched surprised-. Not suspiciously, but we are better safe than sorry-, she raises her brows, giggling briefly.
-We agree-, Aemond chuckled lightly, staring around the place-. Your plan...-he remembers, soft.
-Yes, listen-. She instantly nodes-. You'll have to leave the hall in a few minutes, please make sure that nobody sees you-. Daera mumbles strongly.
-A hard task-, he confesses, and she looks at him lightly worried-. But I will not be seen nor followed, do not fear-. He instantly said, confident.
-I trust you-. She nodded, problemless. Aemond loved her trust in him, making him to bit his lips briefly-. Wait for me, in the beach, the one near to your chambers, remember?-. Daera questioned, twirling alongside him with the music.
-I think I remember...-Aemond murmured giving her a sided smile, recalling the show she gave him in that beach hours ago. Daera smirked roguish, looking away-. I'll head to that beach, then what?-, he asks, remembering he has to pretend to be uncomfortable with her.
-Wait for me-. The Rogue Princess whispered, caressing his shoulders during a short moment. He hummed, tightening his fingers on her little waist-. And I will join you soon-, she promised with a chuckle.
-You don't know how horny you are already making me, Daera-. The One-Eyed Prince sighed, exhausted-. Plotting our escapes...-he mumbled, desirely.
-I know what I am making to you, cousin-. Daera muttered with a low tone, giving a soft twirl-. I like to set the mood-, she smiled sideways. Aemond closed his eye.
And then, the song ended.
All the dancers of the hall clapped and cheered excited and happily. Daera and Aemond ceased their touch in that moment. She clapped as well as the others, looking 'boredly' at him. He, 'serious', did not clap, staring at her with a fake tediousness.
-Mood setted-, the prince mumbled, to then turn around and walk. Daera turned around too, not forbidding herself this time to sigh, in love, following him with her dreamy gaze and sucking her inferior lip.
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Seeing them both walking away from the dance floor, taking different paths, Rhaenys sighed briefly, stopping her glances towards them.
Daera saw how Aemond walked firmly, getting away from her and the dance floor. She walked slowly, looking around, playing lightly with her fingers. And, just seconds then, she found an intense gaze over her.
From a table of near, Tygett Lannister was seated by himself, with a cup as golden as his hair between his lips. He was staring at her with a sided smile and self-sufficients eyes, talking to her with them. The Rogue Princess has him coaxed, and he let her know it with no shame.
Daera halted her steps, resting her arms at the sides of her body. She looked back at him, wrinkling her lips lightly into a tiny smirk that growed slowly. The princess turned her gaze into a flirty one, raising her brows towards him. Planning her schemes.
Lannister smiled cockily, looking down, and then at her again, giving a light nodd so she would finally approach to his table.
Aemond, after leaving the heated dance floor, rested his back against a column of the hall. He has his arms crossed over his chest, following Daera with his discreet gaze, from a safe distance. The one-eyed prince was witnessing how she headed to one of the Lannister family members, one that was clearly their age. He was flirting with her with his eyes and, soon, she appeared to be flirting back with words when she seated at his side, smiling at every moment. Aemond knew this was her said plan, but nevertheless, his chest felt tighted and his fists suddenly wanted to clash themselves against that blond cunt who was obviously staring at her cleavage with no pretend.
He had to remember himself this was for a purpose, and apparently she was doing the hard part. Hence, Aemond sighed, drawing his eye away from there.
-Hmm-, he humms coldly, separating from the column and walking, his shoulders moving back and forth gracefully with every of his steps.
He has to do his part as well.
Aegon, buried in his cup of wine, is sipping from it constantly while looking around at every second, staring at all the ladies of the hall, each of them being different kind of beauties. It turns him on so much, making him to chuckle constantly behind his cup, having a hand caressing one of his own thighs. There were redheads, brunettes, blondes...
Suddenly, a blonde appears in the middle of his sight. Tall, slim, tense. Where the fuck are her curves? Why is she...why is she wearing an eyepatch?
-Aegon!-, Aemond shouts in front of him.
-Fuck!-. Aegon jumps on his seat, spilling some of his wine on the table. He blinks bigly, surprised, noticing that this was his brother-. Oh...-he murmurs, confused.
Aemond, rolling his eye, was not in the mood to reproach his drunkness or lack of self-respect. Instead, he went straight to the point.
-I am leaving the ball-. He noticed, serious.
-...Uh?-, Aegon blinks, not listening much to him. Just as Aemond wanted.
-I'm going to sleep, brother-. The one-eyed nearly muttered, speaking to him so quietly. His brother wasn't understanding him at all, but was also drunk enough to not even have the energy to ask-. Goodbye!-, he said, loudly this time.
-Uh, alright alright-. The older brother nods, gulping and moving a hand in the air-. Yes, I can!-, he answers, thinking that he was asked something.
Aemond licked his lips, smirking victoriously. He left him behind, walking as quietly as possible, but also quickly. With his shiny eyes, he stared at the opened gates of the hall, nearing to them. No one was following him, he made sure.
In a second, he outed from the room, walking away, and alone. He finally allowed himself to smile bigly, laughing with triumph, and acelerating his steps.
And, looking sideways, Daera saw him leaving the hall succesfully. She pressed a proud smile, licking her lips slowly, and staring front again.
Tygett Lannister was smirking at her, with vivid and flirtatious eyes.
-Yes, they are true-. She mumbles, smiling-. The talents of mine that you have heard of are...very much mine, indeed-. Her giggles are low, and deep.
-Stunning...-Tygett murmurs with a surprised smile, tilting his head to a side-. You have probably heard of my own talents too-, he says proudly, lifting his chin.
-Ah, I very much have, my lord-. Daera replied, appealing. She has no fucking idea actually.
Lannister laughed combing his hair back. His laugh was so full of himself. She wanted to roll her eyes, and she normally would, but she has a task to complete, for her sake, and Aemond's.
-I was wondering, princess...-the blond lowered his voice, and she furrowed her brows lightly, listening closely-. Perhaps we could both join our talents this nights, I consider we may enjoy what would come out of that-, he murmurs. Daera narrows her eyes, beginning to smile. He smiles as well, glancing at her mouth.
-My lord...-she whispered, flirty.
-Would you like to go somewhere else?-. He proposed with a deep tone of voice, staring at her with his blue eyes.
And she, with her purple ones, smiled bigly, letting them shine with a mischevious bright. Amused, she started to nod.
-You go first-, the princess whispered, desirely.
Minutes later, Daera was walking quickly with a calmed smile on her face.
-It's too easy-, she snorted, and then raised her brows when seeing just the ones she was looking for-. Oy!-, she shouts excited.
Baela, Lucerys and Jacerys turned around at the instant of hearing her. They saw her running towards them with the biggest of smiles, one they three copied with interest.
-What happened?-, Luke asked, laughing.
-I am going out!-. Daera whispered loudly, arriving to them with a happy jump. They raised their brows, curious.
-Out? Where? What?-. Jace mumbles interested, whispering too.
-No no-. Baela shakes her head towards Jacaerys-. The question is with who?-, she opened her eyes big, and the boys did the same, silent.
-You know me so well-. Daera grunted to her sister, who shrugged proudly-. Tygett Lannister-, she whispered cockily.
Luke smiled surprised, while Jace and Baela scrunched their noses.
-A Lannister?-, the girl murmured boredly.
-He fancies you, actually. We were talking-. Jace informs with a flat tone-...He's a Lannister-, he shrugged.
-The motherfucler could be a Blackwood, I don't care, the fella is fine-. Daera clapped her hands with confident, and inevitably they all laughed, amused.
-What- what are you going to do with him?-. Lucerys asked with his cheeks red, chuckling.
-Luke-, Jace repproached with a snort.
-Better to not say-. The Rogue Princess giggled naughty, placing her pinky finger over her lips. Jacaerys laughed funnily, shaking his head-. He is already waiting for me, so I am leaving, alright? You know what that means-, she raised her brows, pointing at them.
-We will cover you-, Luke nodded with a smile.
-Perfect, and tell Rhaena too!-. Daera waits for nothing, starting to walk backwards while still talking to them.
-We will!-, Baela whispered with her brows up.
-Be careful!-, Jacaerys mimics with his lips, not wanting to shout.
Daera winked an eye at him, confident, and then she turned around, walking between the people, and heading herself out of the hall. Luke, Baela and Rhaena stared at each other, laughing amusedly, all of them used to this dinamic.
The princess came out from the ball, passing the gates with quick steps. She saw the empty halls, and instantly began to walk in them, crossing her hands over her belly with an excited smile, not wanting to wait one more second to finally meet with her love.
-Princess...-
But, she still has to wait.
She turned around, finding Tygett resting in one of the walls, looking flirty at her with a smile. Daera smirked with a sigh, walking slowly to him. They were already far enough from the ball.
-Shall we begin?-, he mumbled, directing his hands to her waist and placing them in there, pulling her.
Daera afflicted her throat, now centimeters away from the blond's face, who was staring so desirely at her. She gulped, hating his touch and gaze. However, she was smiling as well, copying his desire.
-Not yet, my lord, not yet-. Daera laughs tauntly, taking his hands with softness and drawing them away. He furrowed his brows briefly, still smiling-. First, I'll need to go for something in my chambers...-she whispered, nearing to his lips.
-What for?-, he asked, sillied, staring to her beautiful mouth.
-It is a surprise, for you-. She taunted, making him to smile bigger-. And, while I go to my room, you go to yours...and wait for me in there-, the princess aksed for, caressing his hands on hers.
The blond gulped, starting to nod.
-I'll wait-, he says.
-Yes, wait-. She laughed quietly, staring deeply at his eyes. He, biting his lips, pushed his heads towards her, wanting to kiss her, but Daera quickly draw her head away, smiling.
-Let me taste you-, he asked almost in a grunt, like it was an order.
-You will, in time-. Daera dictated, talking with her teeth clenched-...Go and wait, lord-. She whispered, tilting her head.
-Do it quick-, he sighed, separating himself of the wall. The princess smiled walking backwards.
-It will be just a second-, she promised.
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Normally, princess Daera would had really gone to Tygett Lannister's chambers, or to the chambers of any lord or servant she'd find fit to entertain herself with. Normally, she would not let them waiting, she would not go 'for something in her room'. Normally, she would gladly fuck them. But, in reality, that is not longer a truth, for her body and heart is long bethroded to just one person.
Daera came out of the castle through a rear exit she has always known, where there was not one guard or person wandering around. She walked down a stair with quickness, feeling the sea breeze blowing her mane and skin, caressing it. Walking the stairs down, she looked around at the beach. The tides were wild at the distance, but calmed in the seashore, being lighted by the bright and white moon from above, having some of the Targaryen dragons flying around it.
As her feet reached the sand, her gaze flew to a place where she suddendly noticed a movement. And, from behind a big sea stone, came out the tall and firm body of Aemond, who sighed amazed when he finally saw her in there, approaching. Daera stopped walking for a second, seeing her cousin, the one-eyed prince.
Her lover. Her bethroded.
-Aemond-, a dreamy whisper left her lips in that moment, not waiting a second to shot out running towards him.
Laughing victoriously, he walked quickly and opened his arms big to the sides of his body, staring at her with a shiny gaze and a bright smile. Daera guffaw like a child, overjoyed, running to him in the sand with no stop. And, soon, they reached each other, at fucking last. The prince wrapped her with his arms and she wrapped him with her legs, hanging of his waist. Aemond stumbled briefly, taking some steps back, but he did not flickered. He grabbed her well, and laughed against her lips, and she did the very same, grabbing his head with the biggest of smiles while giggling.
-Oh my dearest love-, he mumbled breathless, relieved, finally touching her as he desirely wanted to.
Daera did not even think in saying any word. She just grabbed his cheeks tighter and pulled his face towards her, clashing her lips with his into a wild and hungry kiss. She was not alone in her desesperation, for Aemond instantly kissed her too with the same hurry, moaning deeply and moving his mouth crazily against hers, tasting it whole. Their tongues met with desire, and they licked each other recklessly, so wet and hot. He took another step back, stumbling again, feeling how all of his body was starting to burn. Hers had the same destiny, extremely ablaze.
Aemond hummed shakily, drawing his hands from her waist to her ass, grabbing it tightly with no shame, for it belongs to him. He made her moan into his mouth, clenching her legs harder on his waist and going deeper on his mouth. Daera took one of his hands and directed it to her own chest, wanting him to touch her more, and he definetely did. Desesperated, he grabbed the dress's cleavage and pulled it down, taking one of her bare tits out and squeezing it hasrhly. She moaned again, right on his tongue, biting it with pleassure and a laugh. The one-eyed prince hummed again, excited, marking all of his fingers on her breast with no stop, not growing tired of the feeling.
When the air lacked, they finally separated their mouths, but kept their foreheads together, breathing fastly above the other's nose.
He grunted, resting his pointy jaw on her neck when he started to kiss it desirely, sucking wetly all of her skin. Daera groaned surprised, grabbing his head and staring at the sky with her mouth opened, feeling him biting and burning her neck and shoulders, making them all wet whith his boiling saliva.
-Aemond-, she named breathless-. Not here, love-. She sighs, caressing his hair. He grunted, spoiled, not understanding her denial-. I have a place, let us go there-, the princess informs with a quick smile, pulling his head away with softness.
Aemond, with his dilated pupil, stared at her with a fasted breath, having his wet lips opened. He licked them, tasting her delicious skin.
-Take us there, doll-. He smiled with a sigh.
Daera smiled too, hugely, and them she dropped her legs from his waist. Aemond laughed putting her dress's cleavage back in place. And, in a second, she grabbed his hands and started to drag him.
He chuckles surprised, running at her side with no doubt. While running in the warm sand, they glanced at each other sideways, smiling.
-Won't your family ask for you, lover?!-. Aemond asked, shouting above all the breeze their race caused.
-Worry not, cousin!-. Daera shouts back with confidence-. We have it all figured out!-, she showed off, making him smile with curiosity.
In his rooms, the Lannister boy was seated on his bed, tapping one foot on the floor with desesperation. He's endlessly waiting for the door to be knocked, for The Rogue Princess to arrive and finally fuck her. But little does he knows that The Rogue Princess has other plans.
Daera and Aemond reached certain place in the lonely parts of the beach, where there was a tent made of old white fabrics and wooden sticks in the sand, being softly blew by the night breeze of the surroundings. The one-eyed prince sighed with surprise, looking at it, while the princess giggled proudly, dragging him towards there.
A tent for secret lovers, this one appears to be, for is the same tent where, many years ago, in the day of Laena Velaryon's funeral, Rhaenyra and Daemon expressed all of their long hidden passions. In here, they got away with all of their desire and yearning. And, in here as well, Daera and Aemond are about to do the very same, at last.
They passed the white thin curtains, entering to find nothing but sand and the improvised roof made of fabric. More than enough.
-You are full of tricks, are you not?-. Aemond purred, nearing his jaw to her shoulders, and gripping her waist from behind.
-I learned from the best-, she whispered with a smile, making reference to the hidden passageways of The Red Keep he showed her, ones that she now knows as the palm of her hand.
Aemond made her to turn around by a harsh pull of his hands. She faced him with a tiny moan, placing her hands on his shoulders. He lowered his head, looking at her straight to the eyes, almost blinkless. Both of their hearts were beating so fast, lit in fire.
-Ow fuck-. She tsks, and does not wait one more moment to grab his face, and pulling it towards her neck, making him to kiss it.
Aemond groaned happily, hugging her waist and starting to lick and bite all of her neck and shoulders again, something she cheered with a loud moan, smiling.
-I want you to fuck me so hard-, she purred desperate, gripping his shoulders tightly.
-I will, you'll see-. He grunts over her skin, passing his tongue all over it as he, again, pulls down her dress's cleavage with his long firm fingers, now taking out both of her breasts-. I have been waiting all these days for it!-, he nearly shouts.
Daera moans, directing her hands to his hair. While feeling his mouth going down to her tits, licking them, she grabbed his patch's band and pulled it from a moment to another. He flinched a little, hugging her waist harder and stopping his tongue for a second.
-Look at me-, the princess orders, and he humms over her breast, looking down-. Look at me...-she caress his hair, wrinkling his points.
Aemond curves his lips into a cocky smirk, drawing his gaze up and resting his jaw against her chest, looking at her. Daera smiled, grabbing tighter the eyepatch, and then pulling it away from a moment to another.
His blue sapphire looked at her, grinning, and she moan when she saw it, biting her inferior lip strongly.
-Fuck-, she whispers.
-What?-, he whispers too.
-Is it weird that I want it to be in my cunt?-, she asks, breathless.
-A little weird, yes-. He nods, moveless, just staring at her.
-Huh-, she narrows her eyes-. Do you like it weird?-, she bops her head.
-I love it weird-, he mumbles, to then taking the patch away from her hand and throwing it carelessly in the sand. She smiled-. I fucking love you-, he grunted kissing her again.
The princess grunted as well, kissing him back while getting her arms off her long sleeves, letting them fall over the skirt of the dress. She ended naked from her waist to up, something he thanked with a deep lick into her mouth with his tongue, digging into it with pleassure, the same way they were both moaning every second.
-Fuck-, Aemond sighed over her skin-. Take it off, take it all off-. He grunts, grabbing her skirt and wanting to pull it all down, but she stopped him in the middle lf a moan, grabbing his hands.
-No, no. Don't you know rule number one of a hidden fuck?-, Daera whispers with taunt, licking one of his ear.
-Hidden fuck?-, he trembles under her tongue-. No...-his head shakes.
-We do it all with our clothes on-, the princess informed, smiling breathless. He grunted, grabbing her waist tightly-...Or did you forget the alley?-, she asks, amused. Aemond bit his lips, remembering their first encounter, at the capital-. Did you forget the tailor's chamber?-. She mumbles, flirty.
-Oh I would not dare to, my goddess-. He instantly answered, already hard by the mere thoughts-. Let it be with our clothes on then-, the prince agreed, which made her moan with a nod, caressing his wide back-. But I must admit...I was so close to fucking you in the very hall-, Aemond whispered over her lips, grabbing her jaw strongly-. I was so bloody close to tear all your clothes apart in front of everybody-, he confessed with lust.
-Ow and why didn't you, my prince?-. Daera mumbles burlesque, grabbing his jaw too, and gripping it even tighter. They clenched their teeth, looking at each other with a mad desire-. I would have ridden you under every gaze of the hall-, she purred.
-Well that was the one problem-. Aemond muttered with a groan, squeezing her ass with one of his hands, loving how good it feels-. No gaze but mine can see you clotheless-, he growled firmly, having his blue sapphire shining all over her face-. And no one, can fuck you...-slowly, his hand traveled to her front, reaching to her womanhood. She giggles with her mouth closed, expecting for it-...but me-, he dictates.
And he grabs her cunt strongly above her dress, gripping it with his five long fingers. Daera opens her eyes big along a chuckle, looking at him with amusedment and desire.
-Oh-, she sighs, feeling his hand moving over her cunt with so much slowness. He smiles, cocky, humming-. You think you'll fuck me-, Daera repeats-. Oh that is cute-, she sighs again, shaking her head. Aemond bop his head, blinking three times-. No-. She suddenly denies-. I will fuck you-, the princess corrected.
And just five seconds later, he fell lying on the sand, breathing fast while Daera seated above of him, placing her hands on his chest, and feeling how his hard cock was almost breaking his pants.
-Gods be good-, he sighed, amazed, grabbing her tits with desire.
-Deep breaths-, she recommended, starting to unthread his pants. Aemond smiled roguishly, looking straight at her with his purple eye and his blue sapphire-. You will need them-, Daera giggled.
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While the Targaryen lovers were overjoying themselves, with themselves, the ball in High Tide keeps flowing gracefully and happily.
To the music, Jace and Baela were slowly circling the room, dancing as they looked at each other with smiles. The violins set their dance perfectly.
They both laughed, just because, and Baela bit her lips briefly, looking in her mind for a topic to talk about.
-Oh, I have some news-. She suddenly says, raising her brows.
-I'd love to hear them-, Jace instantly does the same, relieved. He, as well, was searching for something to comment, but the brown-skinned girl won him in that.
-Apparently, it seems that grandma asked us, again, to move to Driftmark-. Baela informs with a uncomfortable expression, sighing. Jacaerys closes his lips, silent and surprised-. She told Daera, and Daera told us-, she cleared.
-She asked you girls, to move?-, he asks with a quiet voice, having his hands sotfly placed on her hips.
-Well you know it is not the first time...-the girl sighs, looking away with her brows curved-. She's always alone in here...-she whispers, feeling pity.
-Yes...-Jace mumbles, looking down for a brief moment. He scrunches his nose, blinking-. But I don't want you to move-, he denies. Baela gives him a sided smile, touched-, neither Rhaena or Daera...-his head shakes.
-We never will-, Baela smiles proudly, shyly grabbing his shoulders while they danced.
The brown-haired boy pressed his lips a little, sighing thorugh his nose, and forming a fake smile. The princess, noticing it, blinked somewhat confused. Then, he spoke.
-But, at least, I wish grandma would remember that she doesn't only have granddaughters-. Jace admitted, whispering with a really low voice. Baela curved her brows, ashamed-. She has never ask me or my brothers such thing-, he said it with a joking tone, pretending to find it amusing. He didn't, though.
-I...-, Baela stutters, not knowing what to say. Before this, Jace shakes his head with a smile and, slowly, he stops their dance.
-Speaking of my brothers, I shall go and see how they are doing-, the prince communicated-. Thanks for our dance-. He smiles, walking backwards, and turning around with quietness.
-Jace!-, Baela chided with an ashamed tone, wanting for him to come back, but she lost him into the crowd.
The Targaryen princess sighed, frustrated, crossing her arms.
In another part of the hall, Queen Alicent is walking with some hurry, pretending it but not greatly. She had her opened lips down and her eyes big with confusion and tediousness.
Soon, she reached her oldest son, Aegon, whom she found speaking closely with a female servant of the ball. They both seemed very interested in the other, smiling flirtatious, and whispering their words.
That made her to tighten her fists so strongly. Grunting, she walked fastly towards there. When the girl saw The Queen approaching so fiercely, she flinched and instantly walked away, scared. Confused, Aegon turned his head around, finding his mother approximating towards him with a tragic angriness.
-Mother-, he sputters, drunk.
-Are you mad?!-, she whispers angrily, furrowing her brows. Aegon blinks, scartching one of his eyes-. How dare you to flirt in this ocassion? Your wife being right here!-, The Queen reproachs, heartly.
-Well I can't flirt with my wife, that'd be no fun-. The prince mumbles with disinterest, shrugging.
Alicent clenched her teeth harshly, just looking at him, containing her indignation. She wanted to slap her firstborn so hard. Bit she can't, not in front of all this people. So, she finally asked him what she initially came for.
-Where is your brother?-, she blinks, boping her head.
-Uh, I saw Daeron in-
-No, no, Daeron is with me-. His mother interrupts abruptly. He licks his lips, confused-. Aemond! Where is Aemond?-, she nearly jumps in her place, opening her eyes bigly.
-Uhhh...-Aegon closes his eyes, trying to remember-. He told me he...-his nose scrunches, and his head shakes-. No, I do not know-, he shrugged.
His mother hissed, approaching more to him, and for a moment to another he felt her hand discreetly pinching his arm. Aegon flinched on his place with pain, opening his mouth with a thin groan when feeling his weak skin being so harshly twisted.
-Where is Aemond?-, Alicent asked with a casual tone, hiding perfectly that she was hurting his son.
-Au! He-he told me he is gone to sleep!-. Aegon suddenly remembers, speaking painly. Alicent furrows her brows, letting his arm go. He sighs shakily, looking down and pressing his trembling lips.
-Already?-, she whispers.
-My brother hates balls. It is must not be news for you, mother-. He points loudly and shakily, looking down.
Alicent sighs slowly, blinking and staring at him. She tsked briefly, raising a hand and caressing one of his red cheeks.
-You have drink enough for the night, son-. She whispered to him, smiling briefly. Afterwards, she sighed again and turned around, walking away from him with her characteristic queenlike steps.
Aegon gulped, ashamed, staring at his cup for ten silent seconds. Then he swallowed all the wine in it within other ten seconds.
The Queen, knowing that her second son is already in bed, her younger one is eating at the table, and that her first one is drunk as a Baratheon, she headed herself to her only daughter.
The sweet princess remains lying on her divan. She was not asleep, but her eyes were closed and wrinkled, as well as her lips, touching her belly slowly. Alicent arrived with a sigh, crossing her hands over her abdomen.
-How are you doing, daughter?-. She asks, like it was a task, looking around.
-Umm...-Helaena squeals, uncomfortable.
Alicent looks at her, becoming aware of her unquiet factions, her uncomfortable position in the divan, and her stoppless caressing on her belly. She furrows her brows, blinking confusedly while opening her lips.
-Daughter?-, Alicent mumbles. The princess squeals again, moving her feet with unquietness. Alicent, as quick as a lightning, bends on her knees and raises her daughter's skirt briefly, curving her brows and looking behind the fabric. And, by doing this, she found five strings of heavy blood running down her legs, from her womanhood.
The Queen felt her breathing leaving her, and she gasped so loudly, feeling her knees shake.
-Oh, oh gods!-. She flinches, breathless, and looks up at her daughter-. The princess is giving brith!-, she shouted shakily, covering her mouth.
Tons of heads turned around in that moment, to find The Queen fanning her daughter with her hands rapidly, holding a hand of hers. Aegon froze on his place, opening his eyes big. Daeron, at his side, felt his jaw dropping.
Luke, Baela, Rhaena and Jace looked towards there with surprise, stopping every talk. Rhaenys approached quickly to there, making her braids to jump.
-Take her with the maesters, right now!-. The Lady of Driftmark shouts, and her guards instantly began to run towards there.
But no one was faster than Ser Criston, who pushed some people during his run and almost slipped in the floor when running to the princess with his eyes more than opened.
-Criston!-, Alicent stands up quickly when seeing him coming-. Get Helaena!-, she pleads, seeing her daughter moving her legs with discomfort, still squealing a little.
The knight does not wait for another order, instantly grabbing the princess with all the caution of the world. He sighed and smiled nervously, being incapable to not to.
-Careful, princess-. He whispers, helping her to stand.
-Helaena!-, Otto arrives as well, running with fastness towards the divan. All the hall was witnessing the scene with smiles and nervous.
Rhaenyra and Daemon glanced at each other with their lips opened, both caressing her own belly while seeing the princess being helped by the guards and her grandfather, while The Queen stared anxious and happy.
-Seven hells-, Rhaena whispers with a big smile.
-My lords and my ladies!-. Otto's voice raises in all the hall, reaching every ear-. Princess Helaena is giving birth to her firstborn!-, he announced with thrill and a huge smirk.
All the presents cheered the announcement with loud screams, whistles and clapping, celebrating the dearest princess and wishing her the best of lucks. Even the musicians started to play again a joyful melody, making Helaena to laugh tiredly while she lumped in her walk, being helped by everyone around her.
-Your husband-, Alicent suddenly whispers while following nervously her daughter's steps-. Where is Aegon?!-, she shouts looking around.
Aegon flinches and within a second he jumps away and hides himself under a table from near, humming scared. Daeron, who was about to point at him, blinks confused looking at the table.
Alicent tsks, not having seen that, and neither waiting for him to be found.
-Easy steps, easy steps!-. She says quickly, holding Helaena's hands and helping her to walk as much as possible. She nodds with a nervous smile, feeling a pulsing pain on all her body but bearing it bravely.
-The maesters will treat you greatly!-, Rhaenys shouts with a tiny smile, looking how they outed from the hall. She feels tears on her eyes, remembering when her daughter Laena was pregnant, and could not be treated by Driftmark's maesters, too away from them-...You'll be fine...-she promised with a thin whisper, playing with her fingers.
The ball, now with the excitement of a upcoming prince or princess, continued with a big joy and its great music.
-Oh gods I hope she does alright-, Baela sighs with a nervous happiness.
-She will-, Rhaena and Jace said at the same time, smiling, and they all three giggled.
Luke was aparted from them, in the dance floor, for he was priorly dancing with Joffrey, who was standing at his side with a curious expression, still thinking of his aunt giving birth.
-Gods, I wasn't expecting that-. Lucerys sighed with a smile, crossing his arms-. Wonder if...-, he stopped himself of talking, opening her eyes big.
-Wonder what?-, Joffrey asks looking up at him.
-Daera-, Luke whispered, surprised.
-What?!-, Joffrey shouts, for he couldn't hear him.
-Daera has to-! Daera has to know, she promised Helaena she would accompany! Didn't she?!-. The blue-eyed boy remembers, jumping on his place and smiling breathless-. She is with Lannister though-, he recalls as well, and shakes his head, remembering himself that his sister never breaks a promise-. You keep dancing, Joff!-, he screams, shouting out running from the dance floor.
Joffrey stays on his place, scratching his brown hair with disinterest.
Then, Lucerys run out from the hall without truly telling anyone, having a smile on his face and a will to let his sister knows that her dearest cousin is giving birth, at last. He just has to find her to tell her so.
Now lying on a bed, Helaena grunts with pain, and worriness.
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Aemond is crying.
He is lying on the sand, having his hair full of it, but he cared little about this, for he is only concentrated in his goddess. Daera is seated above of him, rather his cock, riding him like he was a untamed beast.
She, still with her breasts out, had her two hands pinning Aemond's on the sand. And meanwhile, she was jumping all over his dick, doing it so deeply and quickly, moaning with her mouth opened in a huge smile of wildness.
-Bloody gods, you are so hard-. Daera sighs with an amused surprise-. You were so desesperate for this, weren't you?-, she asks biting her lips. Under her, he whimpers, closing his eye strongly while nodding-. All serious in the dance, just waiting for this-, she uses a reproachful tone, shaking her head.
Aemond's only eye is all teary and wet, letting go some tears from time to time because all of the pleassure he was feeling. She is literally hammering her own cunt with his cock, and they both were so wet and slimey. It felt so good he couldn't do anything but cry, having a feeling of wholeness and ecstasy.
She is right, all the way. He was desesperate for this moment to arrive, to finally touch her, to finally being touched by her. He hates balls and everything that comes with them. Everybody is fakely polite or fakely kind. Everybody is fake. They all pretend to not be talking and gossiping about him. The only one who does not is, besides his family, is his love. He knows she was also hungry for his touch, and how he loves that, the fact that they both were craving for the other. That is what made him hard in the first place. And, in second place...
-Cousin, cousin-. He whimpered, breathless, holding her waist tightly while feeling all her jumps. Her soft clit burned against his pelvis, making him to sobb even louder-. You...you are killing me-, he sighed.
-Just so that you feel alive-. Daera moanes with a heavy breath, and he groan with a smile, furrowing his brows and loking straight at her eyes-. You were dead in the ball, weren't you? Dancing with those whores-, she grunts, jelaous by only remembering.
-Yes...-, he grunts as well, feeling all the sweat running on his skin, and admiring the sweat in hers as well-. None of them were you. So tasteless, they-. Aemond groans and whimpers, digging his nails on her waist, reaching one of her breasts too.
Daera giggles biting her lips, starting to rub all her cunt over his cock, back and forth, making the prince to lose all breath, laughing muted and letting some more tears to fall, wetting the sand at his side. He laughs again, victoriously, glorious, praying to her in his mind.
-Daera...-he names, lustfull. She places their interwined hands over his leathered chest, resting in there while she jumped and rubed against him-. Daera-. He names again, smiling, praising her just by mentioning her divine name.
-Daera it is-, she nodds-. Not some Tully name, not some Martell name-. Her voice grunts with tediousness, shaking her head. He shakes his as well, agreeing with her every word-. You are just mine, cousin, you know that right?-. The princess asks raising her sweated brows.
-The gods curse me if I ever don't-. Aemond purred, loving the feel of belonging. Her possessiveness drives him mad with lust and desire-. Fuck, Daera-. He sobbs, once again, touching all of her waist and tits with his hungry fingers.
She moans sharply, moving over him with a wide smile.
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Breathless, Lucerys arrived to the side of the castle were most of the guests were staying. And, after asking a guard for The Lannisters's chambers, he shot out running towards there, going with a big grin on his face.
Soon, he arrived in front of such door, and knocked it quickly with his closed fist.
-Daera, Daera, Daera!-. He calls excited at the same time of knocking.
He breathes fast, smiling, and then he heard the door's handle being pulled. Luke decides to instantly cover his eyes out of respect and his own sake, not wanting to see anything that he shouldn't.
Then, the door is opened, and he instantly talks.
-Daera, sorry to interrupt you but there is something you should know!-. Luke speaks quickly, almost jumping on his place for his emotion-. Helaena is giving birth at the moment!-, he informed with joy.
He hears a taunt scoff.
-Your sister is not here, kid!-. A masculine voice snorts with annoyance. Luke furrows his brows and draws his hand away from his eyes, confused.
Tygett Lannister was in front of him, dressed and mad. Speechless, Lucerys looked around the room, finding that he was alone in there. No trace of Daera.
-Where did she go?-, he asks then, foxed.
-She never came!-. The blond squeals. Luke blinks, highly confused and surprised. Tygett grunts, walking out of the room and almost pushing him away-. Tell your sister that I hope she had her fun-, he says, offended and angry.
Lannister turned around, walking away with his chin up and his pride hurted. Luke did not care about this, but about the fact that Daera made him wait and never showed up. It doesn't make sense, for she seemed so excited to go 'play' with the lion.
The Velaryon boy wonders he wondered if she had gone with another guy. That is not usual of her at all, but it is the most probable thing, for she is not at the hall, and neither goes to sleep this early in a ball.
So, Daera went with another boy. The who does not matters to him, but the where. Where, where, where?
Lucerys bit the inner of his cheeks, turning around and starting to walk with slow steps, thinkinh. He knows she does not take men to her room, for she has great respect of her mother's former chamber, so she is not there.
...Where?
And then, Luke jumps, suddenly remembering and suddenly having an idea. Of course!
-The lonely parts of the beach-, he laughed shrugging, and did not wait a second to start running again, being sure that he would find her there.
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Well, Luke was not wrong. She did go with another man. And, indeed, she is at the lonely parts of the beach.
Daera groaned with a smile on her lips, biting them while looking at Aemond straight in the eye, at the same time of fucking him endlessly. He, having his right cheeks full of dry tears, grunted lowly, looking at her at every moment too.
-Oh, my prince-. She sighs with a new moan, rubbing all her clit on his pelvis feeling his cock deep buried in her, still hard.
Aemond growled. He felt his eye shining bright, and his sapphire shining even brighter. She could see herself in the jewel, all sweated and jumping above of him. The sight was killing her, not to mention the one-eyed prince, who was twitching harshly under her, grunting. He decided that it was his turn to make her twitch.
So, he took her by surprise, grabbing her waist and making her to give a big turn. Daera moaned bemused, letting him do whatever he wanted to. The prince hummed growly, shaking his long hair while bending her knees and making her to start kneeling on the sand.
-Oh fuck yes-, the princess sighed, so excited, when she noticed what he was doing.
The one-eyed prince pushed her back and made her elbows to rest in the sand, as well as her chin, which wrinkled with the big smile she formed. She felt him placing himself behind her, grabbing her little waist with possessiveness and marking his fingers in there, almost tickling her ribs.
-You had your fun-, he mumbled and pushed her back again, scratching it softly with his clean nails, drawing all the way down to her ass.
-Have yours now, my prince-. Daera whispered, talking against the sand, smirking. She feels how he caress one of her dressed buttcheeks, making her to flinch-...Do me-, she pleads.
-Oh I will-, Aemond purrs, taking her skirt's end and beginning to raise it with slowness-. I will make you remember that you are mine too-, he mutters, uncovering all her behind. He bit his lips when he saw her purple dripping cunt, all needy of him.
-And have I ever forgot it?-, she raises a brow.
-You seemed comfortable with Daeron-. He remembers, grabbing his cock and holding it softly, stroking it with his hand and the fluids she left in there. He hears her scoffing.
-I was just nice to him, but the boy fancies me-. The princess corrected, funny.
-Hard to not notice-. Aemond scoffs too, and he slowly starts to push his member inside of hers, making the brown-skinned girl to open her mouth with shaky laughs and moans, tightening her fists on the sand-. But anyways, I shall...fresh up your memory-, he chuckles, biting his lips.
-Fuck!-, Daera squeals.
-About who you belong to-, Aemond whispers.
Having her fully pinned in the sand, he began to thrust inside her from behind with a lustfull deepness, digging his nails in her waist without hurting her. She begins to moan with every thrust, closing her eyes and feeling how good he was doing it. As fucking always.
-Fucking break me-, the princess pleads with a sharpie groan.
-Oh fuck, Daera-. He groans from deep his throat, boping his head to a side and staring at the magnificent view of him fucking her from behind, her face resting on the sand and her cunt all hungry for him-. Always so wet-, he says proudly.
She, breathless, nods against the sand, feeling her naked tits bouncing with every of his strong thrusts.
Aemond, pleassurefull, humms and leans front without stopping any move. He rests his chest on her back, almost lying above of her. His hot lips approached to one of her ears, which made her moan so hard just by feeling his boiling breath, making him to moan as well.
-If we were in our island...-he whispers breathless on her ear-...I would make you to scream my name, as you always do-. Aemond mumbles. Daera smiles with no air, and grabbs a side of his head, caressing his white long hair with her sweated hand.
-Do not challenge me-, she moans with taunt. He laughs growly, beginning to kiss her neck and cheek while thrusting his cock deeply into her cunt.
-The only good of my days, goddess-. He whispers with no breath over her neck, sucking it. She tsks with lust, massaging his-. You...-he purrs, wanting her to know how much he wants her, how much he loves her-. If I could just live with you-, the prince moans with desire.
-If you could just live with me-, the princess moans as well, feeling every of his words-. You would fuck me every day-, she sighs.
-I would fuck you at every hour-, he corrected with a grunt, thrusting deeper into her, making her twitch-. I would fuck every each of your holes, would you like that?-, Aemond humms on her hair.
-Please!-, Daera whimpers with tears on her eyes, nodding with no stop-. Please, please...-she wishes deeply.
Aemond hummed loudly, caressing his nose against her cheek at the same time of kissing it. Daera turned her head and kissed his lips from a moment to another, making him to moan. They kissed wildly while fucking, all sweaty and covered in sand, having the hottest of encounters.
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Vhagar and Kalistrox were flying below the moon, circling around it with their huge wings and calm flappings, going with the wind and feeling it softly blowing on their strong scales.
And, when coming out of High Tide, Luke stared at them with a slight confussion, having his brows furrowed and his hair being blew by the fresh wind of the night. He, alone, wonder why Daera's dragon keeps wanting to join Vhagar on the skies. All of their other dragons are flying together, as away as possible from her, but that does not seems to be Kalistrox's intention. Neither Vhagar's herself.
He reminded himself what Daera told them earlier, that both dragons may remember each other from the past years. So, letting those thoughts behind, the brown-haired Velaryon started walking towards the beach, speeding up his steps when remembering what he came out for.
He heard Arrax roaring at the distance, but did not pay attention to him.
He walked carefully by the sand dunes, watching himself from not slipping accidentaly and fall. The prince stared at the beach, forming a little smile when seeing the tides calming waving in the blue sea, which was dark blue due to the dark night. There are no torches in here or whatsoever, another reason for watching his steps with caution as he walked.
The blue-eyed sweet boy thought about how happy Daera will be when she hears of Helaena already giving birth. He pictured her reaction, screaming her cursings and shoting out running from whatever place she'd be. He, giggling because of his thoughts, runs towards the beach itself, approaching to it with an open smile, admiring the sea from closer.
Lucerys looked around as he neared to the shore. And, at the same time his shoes found water and got wet with it, his eyes caught sight of a tent made of white rags not far from him, being gently blown by the cool late-night breeze. The boy left his lips open, looking towards there with a growing smile.
He could tell she was there. He felt her.
Within thinking it twice, Luke begins to walk with his excited steps, stepping on the waving shore, not caring about his shoes getting wet with all the water. Goodhearted, the boy walks between the tides.
Aemond and Daera were kissing deeply, until the one-eyed prince hummed and separated from her lips again, squeezing tightly her waist and putting more force into his deep thrusts, making her to moan from deep her throat with a lustfull smile.
-Are you enjoying this?-, he asks with a growl.
-What do you fucking think?-, she squeals thinly, having her face almost buried in the sand.
-Do you want me to go faster, doll?-. The one-eyed prince questioned, licking all the sweat over his lips.
-Deeper, not faster, please-. The princess whispered along a chuckle. He bit his lips, doing it as she asked, and thrusting deeper into her, slowly and passionly-. Oh fuck, yes, please...-she sighed, closing her eyes.
-I'm gonna cum inside you. Am gonna fill thou with me-, Aemond muttered with desire, possessing her waist strongly, and making her to moan sharpy.
Luke has left the shore behind, and since, he has stared to walk towards that tent. And, as he did that, some weird noises began to reach the boy's ears. They appeared to be...moans, and a fast breath. He walked closer, and they were actually two breaths.
-...Please...-, a sharp whimper was heard.
The Velaryon boy's brows went slack when that reached his ears. His body tensed strongly and his lips opened, approaching slowly towards the tent while the tides waved behind him at the distance.
He gulped, feeling weird. He kept approaching, sensing that something was wrong.
One of his hand reaches the tent's entrance and, slowly, be hegins to pull it away, having his heart fastened and his chest weighting heavy. Luke is scared, not waiting one more second to finally discover what was that bad gut feeling. So, he pulled the fabric.
And this time he did not covered his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a male pale butt, which was uncovered because the pants were hanging just below of it. Luke instantly flinched, tightening the fabric on his trembling fingers. He quickly sees the long white hair falling in that men's back, how slim he is. Everything clicked in a second, this was Aemond.
But...
He was grabbing someone tightly, and he had that someone pinned against the sand. And that someone also had a wide silver mane, curly and long. And, and she was whimpering. That one is Daera.
Luke felt how his breath left him in that moment. The sight frightened him, it froze him and he will never get it out of his head. He nearly cried in thag very moment, scared. Until something scared him even more. He began to make sense of the image. She, lying face down in the sand, sobbing unintelligible words, and he, placed completely on top of her, half-naked, hitting her with his pelvis from behind and grabbing her waist so tightly with every thrust.
The boy, then, thought the obvious. Aemond is raping Daera.
A thin squeal escaped his mouth, shocked, feeling how his blood began to boil. And then he shouted out a shaky war scream, entering the tent and going over Aemond with closed fists and scared gaze, beginning to punch harshly his back with no stop.
The lovers's moment came to an end with all those sudden punches. When Aemon began to getting hit he jumped on his place along a surprised grunt, and Daera instantly flinched as well when she heare that loud scream from before.
-Let her go! Let her go!-, Lucerys's agitated voice shouted while throwing punches against Aemond.
-OW FUCK, FUCK!-, Daera squeals loudly, opening her eyes big and instantly hugging herself so that her breasts wouldn't show.
-Daera run! RUN!-, Luke cries, forcing himself to be brave, for her.
The One-Eyed Prince did not give himself time to think about what was truly going on. He just heard Lucerys's screams and felt his weaks but endless punches. And that only made him to suddenly turned around with the angriest of growls, stopping the by holding him from neck within a second, grabbing it tight.
With no breath at all, Daera started to put her sleeves back on, covering her half-nakedness, while in her eyes gathered sour tears.
Luke flinched when he is suddenly taken by the neck, but that pain was not comparable to the fear, fright and surprise he felt when his uncle turned around to face him. His patch was nowhere to be found, and his wound was totally uncovered. A blue sapphire and a long gross scar stared at him with madness and rage. His uncle was sweated, disveheled, agitated. A monster.
-You...-Aemond grunts surprised, shocked. Luke whimpers, scared, not driving his gaze away from that bone chilling jewel on his eye socket.
Daera, breathing fast, finally turns her head around from the sand, flinching at the moment of seeing him choking him.
-Aemond!-, she squeals getting quickly up and running towards there.
-Bastard-, Aemond spats with ire and poison, having his eye wide opened. The boy gasps, airless.
-Let him go!-, Daera arrives fastly, holding Aemond's tight arm and pushing it with her two hands. He grunted with madness, staring at her with an angry doubt-. Aemond!-, her voice screams agitated.
His fingers went away from Luke's neck, growling breathless. Lucerys tries to breath again, holding his own neck and feeling the tears running down his cheeks. He looks front, scared, seeing Daera stepping in front of Aemond, who upped his pants with quickness, looking at him. They both were looking at him.
Daera's brows were fully curved, and she seemed so nervous and shocked, staring at him with her lips opened. Aemond's face was covered with madness and warning, nervous too, for it was obvious, standing behind her. He was being shielded...by her.
-He saw us...-. The princess speaks with no voice. Lucerys looks at her, speechless, when he heard the worriness and bemusedment on her tone, like she was not just being raped by her cousin. Or that is what he thinks-. He saw us-, she scoffed, moveless, still not processing it.
-What?-, Luke sobbs, taking a step back towards the exit. Aemond flinched, about to get him.
-No!-, Daera stops him with a hand on his chest. He halted, tightening his fists with deep anxiety. She glances at her scared little brother-. Luke...-she names slowly, and he breathes fast, taking a step back again, frightened. I was looking from her to him and from him to her non-stop. She opens her lips, and he gives two more steps back-. Do not...do not tell anyone-, her tone says with caution.
He shakes his head, voiceless.
After a broken sobb, Lucerys shot out running from the tent within a second, getting away quickly.
-FUCK!-, Daera and Aemond bouth cursed, startled-. No, no, fuck!-. The princess grabs her own mane, shaking her head with shock.
-Fucking hells!-, Aemond screams as well, looking quickly for his eyepatch while she was cursing, breathless-. It can't be-, he whispers, putting it on the patch with quickness-. Come!-, Aemond shot out running as well, grabbing one of her hands and dragging her with him. Daera gasped and ran with him doubtessly, running as fast as she could. They were seeing Lucerys running even faster in one of the dunes, going fastly-. Bloody gods!-, he curses agitated.
-Just what we needed, for fuck's sake!-. Daera tsks with a sarcastic smile, running as fast as she could-. LUKE, PLEASE!-. She pleads with a shout, wanting for him to stop, but he did not, to scared to-. LUKE!-, her voice cries with desesperation, almost laughing with disbelief.
-If that bastard says something, I am gonna...!-. Aemond grunts agitated, winning a bad side glance from Daera.
-Do not call him that! How many fucking times do I have to fucking tell you?!-, she repproaches while they ran.
-Do you really think that is the biggest of our problems, love?!-. Aemond shouts back at her, also looking at her. And that was a mistake.
Right at that moment, his pants, which he hadn't finished pulling up or tying properly, crossed with his feet and, consequently, it made him to stumble and fall harshly from a second to another, rolling down the dune of sand. Daera gasped so hard when this happened, stopping her run and instantly turning around.
-Aemond, Aemond!-. Worried, she runs down the dune, grabbing her skirt so she doesn't stumble too.
-Ow fuck!-, the prince lands harshly on the sand, making him to groan with a heavy pain. Breathing fast, he lifts his gaze, finding Daera running down the hill-. No, no! Go get him, go get him!-, he inssists.
-Are you hurt?!-. She ignored him, slipping in the sand to check his feet.
-I wouldn't have fall if my pants had been properly threaded!-, he excused with pain on his tone.
All sweated and agitated, she looks at him, bemused.
-If my grandmother had wheels she would have been a carriage!-. She screamed furiously, and he blinked surprised, opening his mouth-. Can you walk?!- Daera asks worried, grabbing his hands.
-Yes, ye-yes, I think so!-. He quickly nodds, trembling.
Luke's sweat was cold, freezing, and his legs were all shaky as he ran through High Tide's halls, but neither of that stopped him, not even his fear, worriness and confussion. If anything, its fear, worriness and confussion the ones making him going.
Soon, he was returning to the main hall where the ball was still being happily celebrated by the guests. Princess Helaena is still giving birth while everyone else enjoyed the name day of Lord Corlys.
When he arrived, Luke was paler than usual, and tense, walking directly towards his siblings, remembering how he just saw the older one, Daera, in that tent on the beach. He felt his feet almost failing him, but he kept walking, gulping dryly. Rhaenyra watched him since the moment he came back to the hall, and she furrowed her brows slowly when reading all of his body. Her son was terrified.
Jacaerys, Baela and Rhaena quickly saw him approaching, and they nearly smiled towards him, but any smile was held when seeing his face, dyed with worriness. Aegon and Daeron, who were near the siblings, glanced curiously towards there too, finding weird that the boy is so tense.
-Luke?-, Rhaena names, worried.
-What happened?-, Jacaerys asks with concern.
He opens his lips, trying to find the right words. Rhaenys, when seeing the boy, furrowed her brows and instantly began to head towards there, walking between the people with her factions preocuppated.
-Luke!-, Baela insists.
-Baela-, Jace tsks, looking at his brother-. What happened, Luke?-. He whispers, placing his hands on his shoulders.
-Daera and...Daera and Aemond...-he names slowly, blinkless. His siblings instantly flinched when those names were said together.
-Oh gods, what now?-, Rhaena fears.
-What happened?!-. Rhaenyra arrives along Daemon, worried and nervous-. Luke-, she grabs his shoulders as well.
-I...I saw Daera and Aemond...-he starts to say, so slowly and shyly. Daeron raised his brows from his place.
-Are they fighting?-, Rhaenyra questioned with a concerned sigh.
-Where?-. Daemon asks with a sharp voice, grabbing the handle of the dagger on his belt.
-They weren' fighting-, Luke denies with a low voice, shaking his head. They all grow confused, listening closely at every moment-. They were...-his cheeks began to blush abruptly.
Daemon furrows his brows slowly, staring directly at the ashamed boy. He clenched his teeth, feeling how his eyes darkened, with warning and fear.
-...What?-, The Rogue Prince spat his single word.
Harsh and fast steps enters the hall, interrupting the Velaryon prince. Luke, Baela, Rhaena and Jacaerys turned towards there, and their lips opened. Rhaenyra lifted her gaze, growing speechless. Rhaenys stopped walking as well, slowly. Daeron and Aegon felt their jaws dropping, looking at there too. Daemon blinked and turned his gaze slowly to the same place.
Daera and Aemond arrived, together.
Their breaths were going crazy, their manes were silvered disasters, their skins were damped with sweat, their clothes were misplaced, wrinkled. They were barefoot, and their whole bodies were covered in sand. Their identical conditions were something to be shocked at by itself. But, besides that, prince Aemond had his arm crossed over princess Daera's shoulders, and she had her arms placed on his waist and chest, helping him to stand and to not fall. At the top of all that, the prince is red, with borning hickeys on his white neck.
Some other heads turned around as well, but no one as speechless as the royal family, who stared towards there with no breath, no word, no reaction. Shocked.
Words were not needed to know what Luke was about to say before they came in.
Daeron and Aemond stopped walking in the very gates when seeing them staring at them in that way. Their faces said it all. Luke has talked. He told them all.
The princess shook her head, opening her lips and letting out a lot of air, bemused, not believing that this was happening. And the prince gulped so sourly, nailing his only eye in Lucerys, and staring at him with a touchable hate and resentment, wrinkling his lips harshly.
Then, the lovers began to turn their heads, and their gazes met. They surrended, and did not pretend a thing. Daera sighed, and Aemond inhaled through his nose. His eye softened at the moment of looking at her, deeply worried. She shakes her head, amused.
-Well this is gonna be interesting-, Daera sighed tiredly.
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what of visenya’s daughters? who are they?
does otto and vi have a favourite and least favourite child and why?
Yes so Visenya actually has a 7 sons before she has her first daughter Aly in 115 AC, but she does end up having 6 daughters in final, five of which life to become adults.
There’s Alysanne II (115-159) she was a complete copy of Visenya when she was a kid (at least in character, she takes after Otto in looks) and both of her parents absolute favorite, as the first girl and the child that really saved their marriage. She was always close to her parents and inherited both of their political scheming abilities, she went to become a dragon rider and enjoyed swords play and archery as much as her mother in her youth. After 126 AC Alysanne had been fostered by her cousin Lord Royce. In 129 AC she and Visenya toured the riverlands and ended up convincing the lord of Riverrun to allow a match between his son Kermit and Alysanne (Lord Tully and Vissy had massive beef at the time, man really didn’t like this arrangement). Alysanne married Kermit in 132 AC and had multiple sons with him, before the man’s untimely passing, there was no love to their marriage but they were said to be the best of friends. Only weeks after his death Alysanne did what she had wanted to do for years, and married a knight of riverrun ser Rohdan Longrivers, a bastard that had served her mother during the battle of the bastards and had become her close companion in the short years of her marriage. Her mother and her would often fight on the matter of this choice in the following years and never grow as close as they once were, even though her father and she continued to regularly converse via letters.
Princess Alyssa IV (118-142) is the second daughter of Visenya and Otto and was as strongly favored by her father, as Alysanne, she was a beautiful girl all tough she lacked her mothers valyrian features. Alyssa was always praised for her looks and stayed far away for the rough play and knightly activities her siblings enjoyed, she much preferred music, poems and fashion, all though she to was raised with a gift for politics and diplomacy. She was sent to live in old town with her two years older brother Daeron, in 126 AC, where she would become known as the rose of Oldtown. She was betrothed to the heir of high garden, Lyonel Tyrell for a few years during the dance but the arrangement broke with Lyonels passing, before they even got the chance to meet in person. Instead Alyssa married her cousin Ser Joffrey Strong, a famed knight. They had only one daughter together, a quite and timid girl, before both fell victim to a ambushing by a band of sellswords. Duo to lord Jace Strong passing by coughing up blood and suffocating on it, in the same year people said it must have been the curse of harrenhall, that left the strong family reduced to three now orphaned girls, the cousins Aenera I, Daella II and Aerella I.
Next are the twins Aerea III (120-126) and Aella II (120-196), they where both wild and lively children and quite different in personality, Aerea was very smart, but enjoyed playing tricks and mean jokes on people more than everything, while Alyssa was less gifted in her studies, she was emphatic and honest, she had often get into fights with her sister whenever she was tormenting a serving girl or stables boy. Otto never liked Aerea Duo to her arrogance, but Visenya could always forgive her and tried to have her pushed more by her septa so she had lose the boredom that seemed to haunt her. In 126 Aerea was kidnapped from the red keep and after days of searching the city and blocking the harbor, she was found dead washed onto the shore of the black water bay. Visenya was devastated by the loss and send nearly all of her remaining children away, to be fostered somewhere safer (girl was blaming herself a lot). Aella was send to the Eryie, to her cousin Vissera Arryn. She enjoyed life in the vale, with golden blond hair and blue eyes almost she fit right in with the Arryn looks and she enjoyed falconry. Years later in 138 AC Aella was the last of the queens children to return to Kingslanding. In the same year in which her brother Daeron returned from his adventures in Essos. Daeron was 4 years older and had claimed a dragon from the dark lands of Asshai, he was a intelligent man, and the most kind among their brothers. Aella and Daeron quickly fell in love and would become almost inseparable in the following years. Whenever Daeron was away to study at the citadel, it is said that these two exchanged more letters than the entirety of old town had send to kingslanding in a year. They were wed 3 years later and had a daughter and a son soon after. After the fire of the Hightower, Daeron became lord of oldtown and Aella his lady.
Then there’s Aenna II (123-196) the most favorite favorite daughter of Visenya. She was born a sickly child and was always easily exhausted and prone to fainting and dizziness. Her mother felt that Aenna the was the most gentle of her otherwise very headstrong and wild kids and was very attentive of her. Aenna was always a quiet but smart girl, she rarely spoke but when she did, she seemed wise beyond her years. Aenna was a dragondreamer much like her mother and from maidenhood on she had been sure of her future, to one day marry her younger brother Aegor, as she had told any knight that had approached her, drawn in by her long silver hair, violet eyes and pale skin. Even when she became betrothed to the unborn child of Lady Aryanna Baratheon, and after said child’s passing in the cradle, Aryanna’s nephew Aryas, while her brother was betrothed to lady Lucerra Lannister, she did not waver in her believe. And remain right she did for but Aryas and Lady Lucerra met an untimely end before either wedding could happen. And so she married Aegor in 140 AC, they made an unlikely pair, the tall slender beauty that was the princess, with her quiet voice and gentle touch, and the short and bulky prince with his golden head of hair and boyish temper, he was loud and many though him to wild and disagreeable to make a good husband for a girl so soft of heart, yet it was a deep love that bound them together, a love from which many children would come. (When she got murdered Aegor lowkey pushed the entire realm into war)
And then there is Visenyas youngest, Daenerys II (126-152), she was born to her mother the same year that Aerea died, and most of her older siblings were send away within the same year to be fostered elsewhere (I think I’ll make a post about where everyone went and how that was, if anyone’s interested). So Daenerys was a bit of a lonely girl, her father was distant and her mother found it hard to connect with her. She was always the smallest among her siblings, with golden hair and sad eyes. Daenerys was a beautiful girl but she found it hard to converse, she was shy and quick to tears. When she was 14 in 140 her mother was at the end of her wits and send her away to Dorne, where she hoped the warm climate, the more open culture and the closeness to her eldest brothers wife princess Velaris would help her open up. Velaris was 23 years Daenerys elder and a mother herself, still the two grew close and soon after Velaris Cousin the young Ser Morian Martell, started to court the princess. Daenerys eventually married the man and they had three sons together. Daenerys enjoyed the live in sunspear and all that had known her before thought her to be happier than she ever was, still after the birth of her youngest in 150, a shadow fell over her again and not 2 years later she drank a cup of poisoned wine and died on her balcony.
Hope that answers your questions about the daughters, I’ll be making another post about Vi’s and Otto’s favorite and least favorite child and put the link here, but as always feel free to ask me any more questions that might pop up !!!!
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I think CC's fixation with light hair/eyes has something to do with her inability to describe dark or any other colours that are not green, blue, gold, or grey and her obsession with euro-centric features. And that's why most of her POC characters have European/American ancestry or just have the rarest eye colour in the world. There's definitely some racist ideology in various aspects of the TSC but I want to concentrate on her writing in general...
It's not a secret that CC is a mediocre writer but the way she describes the physical beauty of her characters is.....just mediocre even for CC. Like she cannot appreciate the beauty of a character without excessively fixating on their "light features" even when the character is white.
Most of the important white characters-as far as I can remember- had light eyes or light hair or both (Jace, Clary, Matthew, Kit, Mark, etc) and for the ones with dark hair or eyes only their light features get highlighted: Emma's blonde hair gets more highlighted than her brown eyes, Julian's ocean-blue eyes get more attention than his chocolate-brown hair, Ty and Tessa's grey eyes, Will's and Alec's blue eyes, Keiran's sliver-black eyes, James's golden eyes all get more attention. And dark traits like black hair are only used to tell how their light eyes stand out. There are many ways to tell readers that her characters are beautiful(physically) without fixating on their eyes and CC never does that. The only time she doesn't fixate on eyes is when she is comparing them to Michelangelo's David or some painting that no one knows existed.
Simon is not supposed to be normal, I suppose so he's an exception.
She gives all her main or just favourite characters light eyes and light hair even if it's rare just so she could describe them better and make them stand out from the rest of the characters without putting much effort into it. And yes, I did not mention Izzy as she is not a main character nor CC's favourite.
honourable mention: Lucie in COI mentions that her brown hair is "boring" or something like that and that she wishes her hair was red like Cordelia only for Jesse to tell her that her hair is beautiful. That scene reminded me of how Izzy wished she had light-coloured eyes and how Jace had to tell clary that she is beautiful.
It is at least a complete inability to do so, if not outright unwillingness. All the important characters must look almost otherworldly, and for some reason that, for Clare, involves only typically light features. Her mediocrity as an author does little to help the fact when her go-to descriptions almost always involve just the hair and the eyes. As if by reiterating tens of different ways how any of the characters look it will make them appear more beautiful and rounded, when all she is doing is filling the pages with boring imagery that adds nothing to the story nor the actual characters. It’s one of the most self-indulgent things she does in her writing.
Oh, the paintings. I hate the paintings. Instead of describing the actual sight or what you want to come across to the readers, Clare opts out of describing altogether and just says Caravaggio. …And? As you said, there are multitude of ways to write character descriptions, bring out their appearance and beauty that actually holds value as to their character. When it is so heavy-handed, a point of fixation rather, it tends to do the exact opposite, especially when it involves only certain types of characters holding certain types of features and others are being excluded for the sake of not being that.
I agree with you—a lot of that sucks about Clare’s writing has mostly to do with her painful mediocrity, her thoughtlessness, and the incapability to develop in her craft. She has found her formula, and it’s not really good. It’s no wonder that all the questionable and mean stuff just seeps into everything on the pages. Though Isabelle is heralded as a beacon of beauty, she is more about plunging necklines than her dark eyes. It comes off as a disingenuous cover so that Isabelle’s character wouldn’t seem not included. She is said to be incredibly beautiful, whatever do you mean I don’t favor her? Magnus’ hairstyle is often the point of focus, and his eyes that are not dark but gold-green and cat-like. The more central characters, i.e. Clare’s favorites, on the other hand, are about their eyes and hair to which countless adjectives can be attached. I’m pretty sure that Jem’s silver hair and eyes got more descriptions and drooling that his natural black ever did in the series so far.
Clare really knows only a few tricks and it’s always Blackthorn eyes, Herondale eyes, fiery red hair, crow-black hair, blue eyes, green eyes, golden hair, golden eyes, golden curls, and golden guys.
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hear me out y’all…
…jason grace with long hair.
no but like imagine—
it’s wavy, knots easily, and it turns into literal frizz if he brushes it out dry, but it’s still soft and people (people being nico, hazel, and eventually percy, and i’ll explain why them specifically later on) will have jace lean down, bend over, and/or sit/lay down so they can use his wild mane as a pillow or run their tired, calloused fingers through it.
they always ask for permission, and he almost always says yes, partly because he’s slightly (hugely, insanely) touch starved, partly because he’s the Biggest Softie since he simply can’t resist them. but on the days that he just can’t accept, on the days that even the thought of foreign hands going anywhere near his messy locks makes him want to bare his teeth and cry at the same time, they let him braid or fuss with their hair instead.
sometimes he’ll straighten it, and when he does, it covers his face and drapes over his shoulders like a curtain, which drives most of the people he interacts with insane and makes them ask if they could touch his hair, subsequently leading them to gently, oh so carefully, tuck his hair behind his ear. they’ll light up in delight at finally being able to see his shy smile and bright eyes where there had previously only been golden hair, and then their relieved grins will morph into something mock-scolding as they ask why the hell he even bothers to straighten his hair if he won’t pin it back himself. he never replies, usually ends up diverting the conversation to something else.
they don’t know that he uses the flat iron (and allows his hair to naturally shield his face, not bothering with putting it up) now solely so they’ll end up touching him Like That (every nanosecond that passes by of them warmly sifting through his hair and brushing against his cheek and ear he cherishes deeply, the memories taking up a dear place in his heart, his very soul.)
anyway, back to the people that routinely play with his hair - 
nico: nico has always had long hair, but he’s never really thought about it as “long” or “tousled” or any other kind of descriptor because he didn’t care much for his hair. it was just another thing he had to look after just so it wouldn’t fall off or become too long for him to manage. jason changed that point of view. it was only a few weeks after gaea that jason began to grow his hair out, flashes of before he was found by the legion and forced to conform to all their rules, including the cutting of his hair, would appear behind his eyelids and at one point he just thought, “why not?” and stopped cutting it except for the healthy trims that were necessary. 
then one day, nico comes back from a rather grueling day of being Hades’ little messenger and comes across jason at camp half blood with nose-length, wind-fussed, wavy hair, and he has to pause because his best friend just looked so…rugged and cute and human, and it is the biggest temptation in the world to just reach up and touch what he was so used to seeing as short and only got close to falling over the blonde’s brow.
but he resists and simply asks jason what’s up with his hair. jason smiles widely, so happy that nico asked about it that he reaches down and places nico’s hand on top of his head. he immediately lets go of nico’s hand, as if he had been burned, and sheepily says, “sorry i touched you without asking. i got excited, and i won’t do it again. anyway, feel it! it’s soft, and it’s the longest it’s been in over a decade! isn’t it cool??”
nico just stands there, shocked, mouth opening and closing, his brain “error 404”ing as he processes what just happened before he hesitantly starts softly moving his fingers through jason’s hair and scritching at his scalp. it’s then that jason’s eyes roll back as he simply melts where he’s standing, his head tilting wherever nico’s fingertips venture. nico, once he notices jason’s puppy-like pleasure, just shakes his head (shaking himself out of his momentary stupor) and grins lopsidedly, his brow raising.
“you’re such a dork, you know that, Grace? gods, why am i even friends with you?” he says, that last sentence instinctively uttered before his brain could catch up with his mouth. then he freezes, his hand paused where it was working through a small knot on jason’s head, as he realizes that was the first time he called jason his friend. jason, on the other hand, doesn’t freeze at all, and actually whines when it registers that he’s not getting scratches anymore. nico melts as much as jason has and subtly breathes out a sigh of relief at the fact that jason hadn’t protested at being called his friend or said anything about it at all. he smiles in the way that he only does with will, his sister, and his friend (his big broth-): jason.
after that, jason’ll continue to have nico pet him whenever they cross paths or whenever they have the time to hang out, and a little while after that nico will have worked up the courage to say to jason, “head scratches?” as soon as they’re within touching distance, and he doesn’t even bat an eye the times that jason will shake his head and ask for some other kind of physical touch.
flash forward to months later, and nico is hit with the realization that because of how much he cares for and plays with jason’s hair, he’s come to see his own as something just as precious, but he finds he doesn’t mind, and goes back to styling his hair however which way he subconsciously was going to.
hazel: back when jason had first joined the fifth cohort, jason had been jaded and unhappy from all the meetings he had had with the higher ups about him becoming praetor and joining the first cohort without any effort on his part only because of his parentage, and he had tried to be there for his new partners and roommates, but his heart wasn’t in it. everyone could see that, had seen jason deny all the chances he had to be spoon fed things to him for simply being the son of jupiter, and had steered clear of him, but not hazel. in the weeks that he had been distant from the fifth cohort, his hair had become unkempt, and because all those with authority were also steering clear of him, they hadn’t bothered to pester him about his hair, but hazel secretly enjoyed such a thing.
one night she had offered to braid his hair for him, and it was the first time in a while he had even taken note of his wild locks. he agreed, a shaky smile curling his lips and an intensely disappointed look in his eye. hazel then situated herself behind him and began sectioning out and separating the waves, the strands like liquid gold in her hands and the thought making a small nugget of gold sprout near her crossed legs, which manages to make jason’s smile a bit more full of life, along with the feeling of hazel’s sure hands working through his neglected hair.
they spend hours over the course of many years just going through each other’s hair, and beyond their hair bonding they don’t talk much or interact much, so their relationship status stays officially at that of acquaintance, and when jason disappears, hazel finds herself absently messing with her hair in the same way jason did unconsciously whenever she got nervous or frazzled or simply needed comfort. she never confronted those feelings, those cravings of having her “acquaintance”’s hands working through her coiling curls while he was gone for all that time. 
it was once they were reunited on the argo II that she nervously approached him and talked to him of before, the nights wasted away as they were comfortably enveloped in a bubble of contentedness, of safety, of comfort. jason felt so horrible about not being able to remember those nights, as they sounded like everything he could ever want (he could ever need), and he tells hazel so as he waves to his short hair, but hazel just smiles reassuringly and carefully brings out a hand-sized container full of wonderfully-smelling leave-in-conditioner. she murmurs to him in his empty, cold cabin that maybe his hands will remember their sacred journey through her dark curls, and offers the container to him. 
jason finds himself accepting, the atmosphere weirdly calm and settling and familiar as hazel situates herself on the bed in the same spot she always did, her eyes closed, her body positioned as it always was. jason instinctively finds himself filling an empty cup with warm water and arranges himself behind hazel in the way he always did, and he covers his hands in the water and leave-in-conditioner, and livens up and plays with and braids and un-braids hazel’s hair in a way that speaks to him of experience, of a home that he can’t remember. was this girl that he didn’t know, that was a stranger to him now, and from what he’s heard, a stranger before, his home?
such a thought punches the air out of his lungs, and he spends a lot of their time together for the rest of that night contemplating and wondering and having a couple mini-crises about it. the next night, however, when she’s knocking at his door with more hair supplies, a few for what little hair he himself has, he’s decided by then that it doesn’t matter if she was his home before. if they both enjoy it, the silence and the reassurance and the familiarity and the warmth, then she can be his home now. 
hazel doesn’t even ask the first time when she sees his chin-length hair after the war. she just smiles, a glint in her eye that has more flashes popping up behind his eyes, touches a few of her fingers to the tips of his waves, and then leads him to the hades cabin. their bubble is already enshrouding them, and jason finds himself trailing after his home as she leads him to where their new routine of comfort will take place. 
percy: during gaea’s quest, percy and jason, at first (at first meaning after their forced fight, not their first ever interactions), had been wary of each other and had just opted to steer clear of each other except for when they had to keep watch with one another, had to fight a few monsters, and had to collaborate during meetings. other than that? nothing. they were basically coworkers that secretly admired and hated the other for their strengths and the things the other had that they didn’t, but it all came to a point when percy found jason on the top deck of the ship, in the middle of the night, his jammies barely keeping the cold out and the air carrying the scent of the sea, just on some random day of the week. nightmares and blurry visions were keeping him up lately, and on the nights that he couldn’t be bothered to try and go back to sleep, he would attempt to calculate the right times to go above the main floor where he could be alone to gaze up at the stars. 
jason was there, sitting up with a blanket covering his curled up legs, his hair in his hands, which was…insanely and fairly suddenly long. percy blinked where he stood there awkwardly, confusion running through his veins as he tilted his head. 
weird, was all he could think, at the sight of jason having ridiculously long hair when just earlier that day it had barely flopped over his forehead. jason sensed there was another person on the deck with him and looked back, and percy sucked in a sharp breath at seeing jason’s curious and almost elated expression lit up by the moonlight, an ocean breeze ruffling through his golden locks and making it flap and curl around his pretty face. he smiled slightly - his scar pulling - at seeing the intruder on whatever moment he was having was percy, and he whispered for him to come closer. 
percy, even more confused jason wasn’t being cautious or hostile towards him like he usually was, just blinked some more before his feet were carrying him forward against his will. he sat down next to jason, and when he turned to face him, jason reached out for percy’s hand. he paused, that slight smile still twisting his lips pleasantly and his light locks catching on his button nose. 
“can i touch you?” he mumbled, his eyes calmly searching percy’s befuddled own. percy simply nodded, his vocal cords, for some reason, and for the first time since, well, ever, not working. jason’s smile widened almost knowingly, as if he knew that percy’s words were caught on his tongue, where they could not pass through his teeth. he softly took percy’s hand into his before settling it in his long, long waves, the blonde locks peeking through percy’s tan fingers and coating the teen’s hands in moonlight-dipped white.
“monster got the jump on me. said it would restore a torturous piece of my past, but my gut is telling me that only good can come from me having long hair. i’ve since been up here, thinking. and i’m sorry. for all the things that i’ve said and thought about you. you, in many ways, are who i wish i could be, and i suppose that’s made me bitter towards you. no excuse, though, for the way i’ve treated you.” jason guides percy’s hands through his pale hair, the strands fluttering at his ministrations and wrapping around his palm as if the blonde’s hair wished for him to never let go. eventually, jason’s hand dropped - percy’s staying where it was slowly working through blonde waves - the silence full of a hand combing through hair and a mouth that so desperately wanted to admit to the same things that had already been said, but for some reason just couldn’t. 
jason, knowing and understanding and amazingly, didn’t mind at all, pressed a hand to percy’s chest, where his heart was beating a bit faster than it normally would. then he smiled. 
“i’m not good at silence. silence means hidden meanings, hints, subtleties, and i’m never any good at the things that aren't explicitly said. but I can clearly see that you want to apologize and explain yourself as well, that you want to relate to me and say you get it, more than anyone else would, so it’s okay. you can stop trying. tell me tomorrow, or the day after that, or the week after that. whenever you’re ready.”
percy smiled weakly, as jason so clearly laid out what percy was desperate to get past his stubborn mouth, and he found himself more passionately working through jason’s hair, his awe at how…chill jason was when he wasn’t in leader mode and glaring daggers at percy’s more vulnerable spots shining through his eyes. he found that his need to tell jason that he wanted to be able have a real, extensive conversation about all their grievances and grudges with one another so intense that it burned within him. jason just shook his head, said, “later,” and brushed his own hand through percy’s hair absently. 
percy found he was grateful towards this 16 year old who just…got percy way too much for all that they were supposed to be rivals, and he also found himself understanding jason, a little. 
the next day jason and percy, after they had gone over some plans at breakfast and had gotten some food in them, had had a long day full of explanations and rants and complaints and a bit of shouting and crying, but it was worth it when the night after that they had had the opportunity to play with each other’s hair, jason’s back to normal, somehow, and percy’s it’s usual charming mess, with nothing between them but comprehension, the sort that spoke of new beginnings and a few happy endings that they would quietly come up with as they looked up at the stars, each other’s hands buried deep in their respective blonde and black locks. 
once gaea had been defeated, percy easily noticed how hazel and nico would meet up with jason and touch his hair or him in general as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and he found himself approaching his friend at some point about it, curious about what it all meant. 
jason simply said that they understood, like percy did, but only when it came to his hair. 
such an explanation only made sense to percy, who smiled wickedly and flicked a piece of jason’s hair before asking sarcastically if he could be let in the loop. 
jason then looked at him quizzically, that settling sense of home he now got with hazel and nico rushing through him and whispering to percy, who felt a bit unsure about it. “let in the loop? but you’re already in it,” jason had said, confusion scrunching up his nose which made percy boop it. jason spluttered, but his indignant squawks were quieted instantly when percy put a hand in jason’s hair. he smiled gently as he brushed through the sleek, straight strands, and quietly he asked, “if i’m in the loop, then, could i stay?”
jason smiled up at percy dopily - percy had to stifle a laugh at the sight, fondness scraping at his insides - and simply said in response, “were you not planning on staying?”
and percy never left after that, his hands constantly combing through thick, blonde waves, of which left phantom feelings on his sword-conditioned hands that always had him scrambling for more. 
p.s. that day where jason and percy talked things out? and jason had long hair? you best bet hazel got to play with it while they were in their bubble later that night, and jason was so happy that they could have This, for however long the monster's spell would last. he was deeply saddened that it didn’t last long at all. 
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"Good Night, My lady."
"Aegon."
"I miss you, my lady strong." Aegon took one last drag on his cigarette before tossing it somewhere unimportant on that street. In a few steps he approached the body in front of him, noticing that with every millimeter closer, the other's eyes squinted giving him an angry scowl.
"Don't call me Strong, you filth. That's not my last name and you know damn well what it is."
"Not Strong?..." Aegon made a false thoughtful expression, leaning one of his elbows on the gate, where the brunette was leaning, trapping him there. "I'm trying to remember, it's so confusing since your appearance so closely resembles your mother's former security guard."
"You are extremely ridiculous, you know that?" He rolled his brown eyes, turning his face to the side to stare at any existing spot other than the blond's eyes right in front of him.
"Jacaerys Velaryon." He whispered muffled against the boy's warm skin, seeing his hair shiver immediately. His lips curved into a small smile, feeling his mouth salivate to touch any part of that soft, milky skin.
"Don't touch me." Jace ordered in a shaky voice, feeling his eyelids heavy and his throat catch a sight.
"But we've already had so much fun." His lips, thirsty for that touch, lightly brushed the smooth white skin, smelling a sweet scent of flowers and red fruits, which he knew very well was one of those expensive moisturizers the boy practically collected. He touched the tip of his nose to the sensitive part of the smaller boy's neck, tracing a path to the seam of the collar of the imported blue sweater, digging his teeth into the fabric as he pulled it down, leaving the boy's collarbone exposed.
Jace was overcome by a mesmerizing wave, but like a flash, his mind snapped back to reality, causing his arms to crash against the other's chest as he pushed him away. "I said don't touch me!"
"You seemed to like it a lot last time, love." Aegon took a couple of steps back, just so he could visualize the mess the boy was in. He had barely touched his body, but his cheeks were already a shade of pink and his lips were ajar as if he needed them to breathe better.
"You abused me!"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous." Aegon rolled his eyes at the typical drama scene that Jacaerys was famous for doing. "You didn't look abused at all while you were swallowing my cock."
"You-Argh! Get out of here. You don't live in this neighborhood."
"It's not a private neighborhood, my lady."
Jace locked his jaw, clenching his hands into tense fists. He quickly approached Aegon, facing him head-on, raising his face minimally because of the other's extra height. His brown eyes locked on the green ones with anger and disgust, the hatred growing in a heat that ran through his whole body.
Jace hated Aegon.
Jace hated being in love with Aegon.
THIS IS GOLDEN.
God I love the bad boy vibe egg and easily-provoked, angry but sensitive lady boy Jace!! I bet Jace never met anyone in his life who could constantly annoyed him yet woke up what’s buried deep inside him.
Everyone agrees Jace is a good girl boy, but Aegon knows better:)
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tessherongraystairs · 2 years
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Jace Herondale is the love child of James and Matthew
The blond hair
The golden eyes
in love with redhead
Always seen as the handsome one
yeah he's the love child of James and Matthew
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igonecrazy · 2 years
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Heyyyy 🙈❤️ can I have sth for TFoL pls 🥺
Yesssss yes yes you can <3 <3 <3
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soooooooo....the last I left them was at Magnus and Jace recovering from their respective injuries at Magnus's place..under the stern care of one Alec Lightwood.. :P
I have so maaannnyy ideas for this which all currently live rent free in my brain coz i dont know how to charge them..:P
soo...because they cant go anywhere..they're having a movie night at Magnus's..Simon shows up early so he is hanging out with them and they are both sizing him up (their relationship is going to be like Simon is the braincell in this trio :P) aaannd.. Magnus is sitting between Alec and Jace on the couch and Magnus and Jace keep on talking in whispers between the movie and they are talking about how Jace should ask Clary out and Jace is like how can I? i dont think she even likes me and Magnus is like she definitely likes you and they continue this for a while unaware that they are very much audible to everyone in the room and Izzy and Alec are smirking at each other they just love Jace embarrassing himself in front of Clary who is red as tomato and Simon is the one who is finally like would you two stop! we can all hear you! :P
These are a few ideas I had saved in a separate files..these were all supposed to be chapters :) in no particular order..
1
Jace has nightmare, gets into Malec’s bed cuddling Magnus Alec be like huh??
Izzy arrives in the morning and sees them all walk out of Magnus’ bedroom and is like do you boys have some weird arrangement going on that I don’t know about?
2
Magnus’ fashion show, Jace arrives early, they stare at a model named Matt thinking…..doesnt he remind you of someone? They give Matt an eerie wave in the mirror, Raphael is like stop leering at the guy! He looks like Alec, you dumbasses! They go ooooooohh!!
Magnus’ show stopper model Dom hurt, and then Magnus goes wait a min you look like him!!! Jace takes spot as show stopper.
Alec arrives a little late, he is worried about Jace not being there, the show is set to start in 30 minutes, he knows Magnus would be upset a lil if Jace doesn’t show up.
Clary Simon and Izzy arrive, they all get concerned too about Jace, Izzy is like He wont miss this, im more worried about why he isn’t here.
Alec asks Clary if she has seen him, she’s like he texted me an hour and half ago that he was leaving.
Raphael comes over to greet them hears their conversation and goes, “Now I’m more worried that Papa isn’t here either,” he looks at Clary and goes, “are we sure Blondie isn’t cheating on you?”
Clary Raphael!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alec, offended and amused.
Si throws a knowing smirk at Raph, who winks, and Izzy looks at him questioningly.
Then Jace walks out at the end of the show and Alec is relived but also wants to murder him.
Jace and Magnus walk the ramp, Alec is like thank fuck he is my boyfriend or I’d have moved to England.
Magnus pulls Alec up, and they kiss as paps take pictures.
3
Family dinner.
Magnus standing grumpily next to Asmo,
Alec and Izzy are standing on either sides of Maryse, both grumpy.
Maryse and Asmo are annoyed too.
Si, Clary and Jace arrive.
Jace goes and hugs Maryse, gets glared at by Izzy and Alec.
Jace then pulls away from her and grins at Asmodeus, “Papa!” before hugging him too, much to Magnus’ irritation.
Si, chuckles, and Clary who can sense the sour mood on everyone’s face whispers, “What?”
“Raphael said Magnus and Asmodeus had a fight, and Izzy texted me she and Alec had a fight with Maryse, since Jace doesn’t work with either of them and hasn’t fought with them, the kids are a little jealous of the golden boy.”
Clary smiles.
4
Alec cuddles into the warm body as sleep slips away from him. He buries his head in Magnus’ neck and takes a deep inhale as he stretches out his body. Weird! This isn’t what Magnus smells like?
He nuzzles Magnus’ neck and presses a light kiss.
“Mmmm, not Magnus!”
Alec’s eyes snap open and at the sight of blond hair he jumps out of the bed.
“Oh! Fucking hell! Fuck off! You fucking-“
“Stop shouting!” Jace says as he rolls over pulling the covers over his head.
Alec snatches the covers away from him and throws them to the recliner, and proceeds to literally kick his brother off the bed.
“What the hell, Alec!”
“You’re asking me? Me?”
“Do you see anyone else here?”
“You’re not allowed in our bed from now on! I will kick you out if I see you in this fucking bed again!”
“Oh yeah! I didn’t want to wake up to be molested by my brother either! But here we are!”
Alec picks up something off the nightstand, which he would later realize to be his own cell, and threw it at his brother, who ducked just in time.
Magnus entered the room with Chairman in hands just as whatever he had thrown crashed into the wall.
“Dude!”
“Alexander?” Magnus asked, confused, “what’s going on here?”
“He isn’t allowed in our bed anymore, Magnus, that’s final,” he said in lieu of explanation.
Magnus seemed to ponder for a bit before he shrugged, “I can’t say I’m opposed to that, but why the sudden assertiveness?”
“He molested me, that’s why,” Jace said, and this time alec threw a pillow at him.
“What?” Magnus said frowning.
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