#house of the dragon x y/n

[spaceycowboys]

starry eyes sparking up my darkest night

pairing: aemond targaryen x female!tyrell!reader

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

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

notes: i am a whore for a villain. aemond is so hot i love him. this is a side blog, i just didnt want to post on my main blog, im fairly rusty at writing smut, so any and all feedback will be greatly appreciated!! please interact if you see this because i think tumblr hates me:((!! title credits: call it what you want by taylor swift

word count: 5.3k

The wedding had been lovely, truly, but you think everyone could tell your heart wasn’t really in it. Few smiles reached your eyes, and you couldn’t lie that a part of you had felt slightly devasted you were being married in the Dragon Pit in the sight of the Seven, and not the Godswood in Winterfell that you’d come to love during your time in Cregan Stark’s presence many years ago.

You’d thought it was a grand wedding, perhaps too grand for the marriage of a second son, but Aemond is a Prince, so what did you know, besides that and the feeling that the Hand and Queen were trying to sway your father’s loyalty to them when King Viserys joins his late wife, perhaps even go as far as to hope for the favor of your lady mother’s family.

An extravagant weeklong event. Tourneys and hunts and beautiful dinners with lots of dancing. Many lords and ladies had come, many of your friends from childhood present and even your eldest brother. It made the evening feel less lonely for you to be in the presence of people you know so well.

You had been surprised, however, to see the Princess Rhaenyra present with her husband (uncle?) and their children. You heard often of the animosity between the two families, and you were sure she wouldn’t have come. You’d been even more surprised when she had approached you at, a smile on her pretty face.

“Lady Tyrell, you make a most beautiful bride,” She smiles fondly at you.

Aemond tensed next to you, so did the Queen when her next words left her mouth before you could even let out a proper thank you for her compliment, “Though, I must say I am disappointed that your father had not chosen my own son to be your husband. We were heavily in discussion regarding it.”

Your eyebrows furrow as your head turned over in the direction of your father who was seated to your left, “I must say, Princess, I did not know I had many suitors.”

“Why would she want to marry your Strong son, dear sister, when she had better offers?” Aemond spit the words out hatefully at the same time you try to answer her, glaring over her shoulder at the son in question. Jacaerys.

You’d met him on a few occasions, and he was a kind boy. A little closer to your age than your now husband. You didn’t think you knew him well enough to warrant any sort of affections from him, but you suppose that doesn’t matter, since you’d only met Aemond once as children before your father received the letter of the marriage offer from the Hand of the King.

“Aemond,” Alicent had hissed through gritted teeth, “this is a joyous occasion, one you had wanted so desperately. So, please, do not.”

Your now husband huffed out a bitter laugh before grabbing his cup and drowning the rest of his drink. You furrow your eyebrows at her words and look to Aemond slightly confused. He wanted to desperately marry you?

Rhaenyra ignored his comment and stayed looking at you, eyebrows having a slight furrow at your words, “You are a beautiful young woman and you come from one of the great houses, I can promise you that your father was drowning in marriage offers. But I do hope you will be happy here, with my dear brother.”

She walks away before you could say anything, tensing to stop a flinch when Aemond slammed his cup down harshly.

“That fucking cunt. How dare she come over here and say all those things. As if we did not just get married. As if your husband is not sitting right fucking next to you.” He was seething, and it honestly shocked you. You have barely even spoken to him; you really didn’t think he even liked you much.

“Aemond, you will watch your mouth in front of your wife,” Alicent spoke out, slightly baffled that he would say such things in front of you, in front of your family.

Your father is tense next to you, and you place your hand on his own and squeeze. This can’t be that bad. You can endure it.

As you look at Aemond, you can’t help but wonder if he will even be so bad. As if he can hear your thoughts, his hand moves to rest tenderly on your own.

The rest of the evening blurs together until Aegon stumbled his way over to where you were seated, “I believe we should be approaching the bedding ceremony soon, dear brother?”

And though his words had been directed at your husband, you felt his lust and drunk eyes on you. The mention of the bedding ceremony had you tense, and Aegon’s eyes don’t do anything to soothe your nerves.

“There will be no bedding ceremony.” Aemond spoke without a waver in his voice. What?

Aegon’s head snapped towards his brother, “And why the fuck not? It’s tradition.”

Aemond hummed, unamused, “I will not make a spectacle of my lady wife.” His words make your heart soften slightly

“She will not be your lady wife for long if there is no proof.” Aegon tried not to sound as desperate as he felt.

“There will be blood on my sheets come morning and a babe in her belly,” Aemond spoke as he stood up, towering over his older brother before he moved his face close enough to where no one, except you- much to your embarrassment, “though I do suppose if you are that concerned, you may stand outside my quarters and listen for the confirmation that my marriage has been consummated.”

Aemond takes your hand and pulls you from the room after that, moving quickly as if attempting not to be noticed.

“Why are we not doing the bedding ceremony? Is it not tradition? Will we not get in trouble?” Your voice is slightly panicked at the idea of getting in trouble for not doing what you are supposed to do, causing him to stop outside the door of his chambers and look at you.

“I would not feel like a very good husband if there were a bunch of old men with greedy eyes seeing your bare body before I got to see it,” He looks serious, and he sounds it as well. Though his voice lowers slightly into a possessive tone when the next words come out, “I also would not like anyone to see it after I do.”

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Large hands take the many pins out of your hair before gently starting to unknot and remove the many intricate braids the servant girls spent hours doing not long ago. It feels like a waste, makes you feel as if you are a spectacle for viewing and gawking at only.

Which you suppose you are- if you were being honest with yourself. You’d been lucky to inherit not only your mother’s beauty, but as well as the charm that all the women from your lord fathers house seem to have.

You wonder why he insisted that the handmaiden leave, from what your mother told you it was typical of them to prepare you for the upcoming moments.

Your hair is abandoned for the strings at the back of your dress once Aemond has removed all the braids. The air is cold on your back and your hands are shaking when his own move to touch your bare skin in a way that no one else has. One hand is on the nape rubbing in an almost affectionate way as the other moves to pull the extravagant gown from your body.

You didn’t think you could get anymore tense than you already were, until your wedding dress dropped from your body unceremoniously onto the cold ground.

Goosebumps cover your body as you’re fully exposed to the cold air, despite the fire going in the fireplace. His hands move to map your body, starting at your shoulders and slowly moving down to your hips.

His lips on your neck causes you to gasp in surprise, your belly warming at the feeling of not only his lips on you but his hands on your hips, squeezing softly at the skin and biting back a grown when the reach your ass.

His mouth moves from your neck to your shoulders, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on your skin as he makes his way down your back. You close your eyes at the unfamiliar feeling stirring inside you, a surprised gasp escaping you when a dull bite lands on your hip.

You feel his smile against your skin as he does the same to your other hip before he stands up to make his way around your body.

He stands in front of you, fully clothed still despite having taken off all of your clothing, leaving you bare for him to feast upon with his eye.

Aemond’s hands are calloused and rough, you assume from years of sword training and dragon riding, as they caress your face. His bright eye locked on yours, watching for any reactions. Thumbs trace under your eyes, over your nose, and your lips.

“Have you ever been touched this way?” His voice is quiet as his hands move down your neck towards your collarbones.

“No, my Prince,” Your voice pitches up at the end when his mouth finds your neck again, his teeth piercing your skin again.

“Not even your own hands?” His tone is serious but the smirk you feel against your skin lets you know he’s teasing.

You feel your face heat up at his implication. “No. Never.”

Aemond lets out a pleased hum at your words, soft voice stirring something primal in him.

His mouth is on yours before you can think of something else to say. His lips are a little dry, something you didn’t notice when he kissed you earlier at the wedding. One hand grips your hip as the other tangles into your hair, tugging lightly causing you to gasp. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

It’s an unfamiliar feeling, all of it is, though. You’re overwhelmed and throbbing at your core.

Can he hear your heartbeat as well as you can? It’s pounding in your ears along with a rush of heat that takes over your whole body.

His tongue coaxes yours to move against it, and you wonder if this is how it’s supposed to feel. If you’re supposed to feel this good. Are you even allowed to feel this good? Your handmaiden had told you on many occasions      that men only cared for their own pleasure, and you would be feeling a lot of pain. This didn’t feel like anything she described.

Aemond pulls his mouth from yours and looks at you with a hooded eye, pupil so blown you can’t see the blue of it. There’s a light flush on his cheeks as he looks at your swollen lips.

“You are quite beautiful, my lady.” It’s said so quietly, you wonder if it was supposed to be a secret. You’d like to know all his secrets, you think.

When you don’t respond, his mouth attaches itself to your neck. A sharp pain if him biting is followed by a light sucking as if to soothe it.

You aren’t sure where to put your hands, they’ve stayed at your side due to your shyness and uncertainty.

“Have you been with many women?” The question leaves your mouth before your mind even processes that you’ve asked it.

His mouth stops moving against your skin as your blood runs cold, shaking, and wide eyed when he pulls away to look at you.

Sharpe eye studies your features, like a lion about to eat a lamb. Or, perhaps, a dragon ready to burn a rose.

He steps back, taking your hand as he sighs and looks away from you in, shame?

“When I was thirteen, Aegon took me to a brothel. Told me it was time to get it wet,”

You grimace at his word choice, but when you see how he’s looking at you, you squeeze his hand.

“To put it lightly, my dear lady, it was not a very nice experience. I have been with very few women since,”

Shame fills you at his words, and before he can continue you speak quickly, “I am so sorry, I did not mean to push you into speaking about an event you-“

His hands are back on your face, holding your cheeks, “You are my wife.” It’s a statement, and his words come out slightly harsh, “You are entitled to every piece of me. I will tell you everything you wish to know about me,”

His kiss is full of fire this time, claiming your lips with such an intensity. His body is pressed full against yours; you can feel his toned chest through his shirt. The fabric is soft against your chest, and as if they have a mind of their own, your hands start grasping at them hem of it desperately.

“Aemond,” It’s the first time you’ve spoken his name that way, he likes the way it sounds. Desperate, needy. Maybe he just likes that it comes from you.

Aemond was nine the first time he saw you, still had both eyes back then. You’d been visiting the Keep with your father. The King wanted updates about something, Aemond didn’t know or care what it was. All he knew was that you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

You had such grace and were so kind. Helaena didn’t have many friends at court due to her fascination with insects. But you held all the creepy crawlers she held out to you, spent the day reading to her so she didn’t have to pull herself away from the bugs.

You were younger than him, but he didn’t care. He liked the way your voice sounded as you read to Helaena, how you laughed when she would whisper out name ideas for her bugs and then look to you to see if the name suited the bug, how you smiled at him when you would catch him sitting just far enough to not be seen but to hear.

You left with your father, and then a year later he heard a servant that you’d been taken to Winterfell to see how you’d pair with Cregan Stark.

After he lost his eye, he told his mother it was a fair trade, and that he’d gotten Vhagar in return, so it didn’t matter. But after he heard Rhaenyra speak of you to Daemon, of her hopes to marry you to Jace, he back tracked.

When they returned to King’s Landing from Driftmark, he told his mother he felt like he deserved to choose his future bride- and that he would want you in return for his lost eye. Truly the rest was history; she brought the request to Viserys stating that it was the least he could be given after what was taken from him.

Viserys allowed it but stated that it would have to be on your father’s terms on when and how if he agreed. It was no surprise that he did agree, though. Lord Tyrell is a proud man and agreed after a few years of discussion and persuasion.

“My lady,” Your thighs involuntarily press together at the way he says it, like he owns you; and he does.

He smirks at the way your body reacts to him just speaking, “May I touch you?”

You moan and breathe out a whine, “If you’d like,”

He pulls away from you just enough to remove the shirt from his body, and then he grabs your hands and places them on his chest.

“I’d like it if you would touch me as well,” His request comes out confident, almost like a demand. Almost everything he says causes more and more heat to flood your body and your lower stomach.

Your shy hands trace over the whole expanse of his chest, rubbing, squeezing, light scratching. Your eyes stay on his face, drinking in every reaction. The way he opens his mouth and lets out a breathy gasp, how his eye closes, and head goes back when you scratch lightly over his pectoral muscles.

With a sudden surge of confidence, you slowly move closer and place a light kiss on his neck. A quiet groan leaves his mouth in response, and you take it as encouragement to continue. A hand moves to your head, lightly holding the back of your neck in place as you suck and bite as he did to you.

You don’t register that he’s been moving you backwards until your knees hit the bed, causing you to gasp and pull away.

Both his hands are back on your face as he slowly lowers you so you’re lying flat, you go to question him when he doesn’t join you, but to your confusion he moves to his knees between your legs.

“What are you-“ The question dies on your tongue when you feel his hands move up your thighs and close to your core.

This is definitely not normal. You’ve never heard of this being part of any bedding. In a panic your hands rush to his face as it gets closer to your core, “What are you doing?”

His eye finds yours and studies your face before smirking, “Just lay back and let me make you feel good, wife.”

Before you can respond you feel his tongue on you, no- in you.

“Oh, gods.”

It’s really unlike anything you’ve ever felt, it’s nearly overwhelming. All you can feel is him. His hands on your inner thighs holding you open for him, his fingers gripping so hard they’re surely leaving bruises, his tongue, gods his tongue.

A finger lightly traces at your entrance, teasingly. The finger makes its way inside you as he sucks on your clit.

“Aemond,” He pulls away at his name leaving your mouth, eye finding you with your head back and hands clutching the bedding at your sides so tightly your knuckles are turning white.

His free hand reaches for one of your own, intertwining your fingers, eye not leaving your face as he adds another inside you, scissoring the two of them lightly while his thumb rubs circles on your clit.

“Do you feel good?” His tone is slightly cocky, but when your eyes look at his face, you see he looks slightly shy.

Before you can respond, his fingers curl inside you and you’re eyes are squeezing shut as a sharp whine leaves your mouth. He hums thoughtfully at your reaction before doing the same thing again, again, again until.

“Oh, please, please, please,” Your nails are digging into his skin, so hard it may be drawing blood, and your thighs begin shaking by his head when his mouth finds your clit again. His fingers don’t falter inside you until your voice pitches up due to the overstimulation.

You finally open your eyes and watch as he sticks the two fingers that had just been inside you into his mouth before looking at you with a smirk as he leans his head back down to lick from the bottom of your cunt back up to your clit.

Wheezing, your thighs move to close themselves as both your hands reach for his head to push him away from you.

Aemond lets out a laugh as he pulls away from your cunt and crawls up your body. Big arms cage you in as he looks at you with something akin to adoration.

“You taste so good,” He says it in such an attractive manner, you’ve never though any words like that would sound so good coming from someone’s mouth. “Would you like to try it?”

You flush at his words, embarrassment filling you before you nod shyly. His smirk deepens as he presses his mouth to yours.

You moan at the feeling of his mouth back on your own, gasping when his hands places itself on your breasts and tweaks with your nipples, and Aemond takes the opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth when you do.

The taste is slightly sweet, slightly bitter. Tangy, would be a better word, maybe like a Dornish wine or an orange. His cock is straining in his pants as he presses himself up against your cunt, the size takes you by surprise. It feels large, much bigger than his fingers and much too big to fit inside you, but between the feeling of his hands on your breasts, the heat coming off of his bare chest where your hands dig into his shoulders, and the taste of yourself on his mouth as his tongue maps out the inside of your mouth.

A surge of boldness fills you and you remove a hand from one of his shoulders and reach between the two of you, grabbing lightly and unsurely at his cock. The action causes him to pull away from you as a surprised moan leaves his mouth.

There’s a fire in his eye as he looks at you, watching you as you look up with him with uncertain yet shining eyes at everything you’re feeling for the very first time. At his hands no less.

A smirk crawls it’s way back on it’s face, “Do you want to make me feel good, little wife?”

“Yes,” Your answer causes him to let out a pleased hum, but to your confusion he pulls your hand away from his cock.

“Next time I’ll teach you how to please me the way I did you. I don’t want to overwhelm you this time,” His eye holds tenderness as he says the sweet words that light your body on fire.

“This is not how I expected tonight to go,” Your shy words cause a sympathetic smile to show on his features.

“Many husbands don’t care for their wife’s pleasure,” His hands are untying the laces on his pants as he moves up from the bed to strip himself of them. Pride fills him when your eyes widen at the site of his cock.

It’s long and thick, it sits hard and proud up against his stomach, almost hitting his naval. It’s as pale as the rest of him, slightly red at the tip. A bead of precum drips from the tip and down his shaft, your eyes follow it to his balls. There also big, no surprise. The hair so pale that if there is any, you can’t see it. They look heavy, almost uncomfortable.

“Does it hurt?” The question spills out of your mouth, and Aemond wants to laugh until he sees how serious you are.

“No, it’s just uncomfortable,” You’re wide eyes find his face again, another question that almost makes him laugh.

“Will it fit inside me?” You really don’t think it will, or if it does, it’ll be in your stomach. The though makes you nervous.

“We’ll go slow, if you’d like,” He crawls back on top of you, hands finding your thighs so he can fit his body in between them.

His cock is hot against the skin of your thigh, the tip lightly brushes your folds causing you to shiver. His hand grabs at the base of his cock, guiding the tip from your clit to your hole, then back up. Little gasps leave you every time it bumps against your clit or catches on your tight hole.

Aemond holds a lot of restraint, but he can only hold so much, “I’m going to put it in now,”

He looks to you for you to consent, but tenses when your hands shyly reach up at the leather straps of the patch covering his eye.

“Can you take this off?” Your eyes hold no fear, just slight uncertainty.

His face doesn’t change at all, “I’d rather not scare you-“

“I am bare before you, as your wife. You could be bare for me as my husband, as well.” You’re voice doesn’t shake at all, for the first time all evening, he notes.

With a sigh, he takes his hand from your thigh and closes his eye as he takes the patch off. He doesn’t want to see your inevitable reaction of fear or disgust before you turn over and have him take you from behind.

Aemond flinches when he feels your hand tracing his scar, from his forehead, over the sapphire in place of where his eye should be, down to where it ends.

He hears you take in a shaky breath before your mouth is diving up towards his, and for the first time all evening you’ve taken control of something. He enjoys it, the way your tongue forces its way into his mouth.

He kisses you back with the same amount of energy, sucking on your tongue and nipping at your lips until you pull away. His eye studies you, the lust filled look in your eyes and flush covering you with swollen, wet lips.

“You may take me now, Aemond,” The words are but a whisper, but he hears you clearly.

His cock is, now, painfully hard as he nods and tightens his grip so he can carefully guide himself inside you.

He hisses though his teeth at the feeling of your cunt, slick and warm and tight, enveloping his cock. You’re the tightest thing he’s ever felt.

An animalistic feeling nearly overcomes him. He feels a primal need to shove his cock all the way inside you, rip through your maidenhead and fuck you full of him. He want to see your blood on his cock as he thrust inside you, fill you full of him, fuck you so hard there’s no questioning if his seed took tonight.

The feeling is slightly different for you. The stretch is uncomfortable, and it stings slightly, it causes you to feel so full you may burst or overfill. He goes slow, like he promised, but you can feel his body shaking above you as he restrains himself from taking you like an animal.

When he reaches the barrier of your maidenhead, he halts, “I have to push a little harder, here,”

A flash of fear flashes through your eyes for a brief moment before you nod for him to continue.

With a shaky exhale, he pulls back slightly and then pushes forward sharply, a little too sharply. Because the next thing he knows you’ve got tears streaming down your face and his pelvis is flush with yours. It’s hot and so, so tight. It, you, feel so fucking good.

His mouth is hanging open slightly as he breathes heavily, trying to gain control over himself. When he looks down at you, he feels guilt coarse through him.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry,” You take not that while his voice doesn’t sound sorry, his eye shows that he is. Hands reach for your cheeks so he can wipe the tears that have been falling from your eyes away.

You remove an arm from around his shoulder and move your hand to grip at a wrist that is by your face, “It’s okay-“

His voice is strained, “Oh, fuck, it’s not. I told you we would go slow,”

His eye holds guilt, but you can’t help but notice how beautiful he looks above you. No eye patch covering his features, his hair, though still pulled back, slightly messy, sharp facial features gleaming in the moonlight and the light from the fire.

He thinks you look unreal. Hair, still slightly curled, sits around you beautifully, eyes are gleaming with stars in the despite the tears from the pain still lingering, lips bruised and swollen from his own mouth.

“You can move now,” He looks unsure at your words and goes to speak his protests, but you interrupt. “Take me, husband.”

He obliges to your demand, pulling his hips back before pushing them forward. He goes slow at first, in and out at a steady rhythm, relishing in the moans and gasps and whines that leave your mouth, the chants of his name Aemond, Aemond, Aemond.

He dips his head to kiss your cheeks, down your jaw and latches onto your neck, sucking bruises into your skin as he starts thrusting deeper, harder. His pelvis grinds against your clit, and between that sensation, the pace of his thrusts when his cock hits the same spot his fingers found earlier and up to your cervix, his mouth on your neck, it doesn’t take long for your cunt to start clenching on his cock harder.

A deep groan leaves him at the way your cunt grips his cock, sucking him in and trying to keep him there forever. He would gladly stay inside you forever.

He pulls away from your neck to look at you, wanting to look at your face as you cum around his cock, as you feel his cum inside you.

Your eyes are rolled back so far he can only see the whites of them, bruises litter your collarbones and neck, marks of him all over you. Your nipples are hard and brush against his chest as your back arches while you lose yourself in the pleasure.

His balls tighten up more the longer he looks at you, and he moves his thumb to your clit, pushing you over the edge after one, two, three circles over it.

“Aemond!” Your voice sounds heavenly when you moan his name. His hips don’t falter their pace nor does his thumb stop rubbing until your cunt has loosened its vice grip on his cock. He fucks you through your orgasm and through the aftershocks before he grabs one of your legs.

You’re still shaking from your orgasm when you feel him lift your leg up and over his arm and onto his shoulder before he’s leaning over you. Your eyes shoot open at the newer, deeper angle.

“I don’t think-“

Before the sentence can leave your mouth, his hips pick up a pace very unlike the one you had just grown accustomed to. Your eyes cross as your hands shot up to his shoulders, trying to push him away and stop the overstimulation.

His head is thrown back in deep pleasure, groans and low moans of your name leaving his mouth as he listens to the wet slap, slap, slap of his body meeting yours. His pace picks up and becomes less rhythmic as his orgasm hits him.

You cry out his name with tears running down your face as your cunt clenches down for a third time, squeezing him so tightly that all he can do is push all the way in and let his cum flood you. His hips lightly move back and forth, fucking himself and you through your orgasms as you feel his cum fill you so much it starts slipping out around his cock and down your ass.              

He stays inside you as your shake in the aftermath, feeling sweaty and sticky as he presses his cheek against your own, breathing you in and just feeling you for a while before he finally pull back just enough to look at you. Bodies still pressed together, cunt still plugged with his cock to hold his cum in, to make sure it takes. To make sure his son is filling you.

His eye is holding yours in a stare, and a soft smile takes over his face as you smile up at him tiredly. He feels something warm ignite in his chest as you look at him, the glow of the orgasm, the smile on your face, a sparkle in your eyes that looks like stars.

Aemond presses his mouth to yours before you can say anything. He wonders to himself if he can light your world up the way you’re already doing his.

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[maria-tries-to-write]

Aemond, to Ser Cole: I don’t give a shit about tourneys.

Aemond, winning every single tourney just to consecrate reader as Queen of love and beauty: a toast to the most beautiful Queen of love and beauty.

Aegon: Yeah, slay Queen!

Aemond, ready to kill Aegon:

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ೃ࿐ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡: 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

summary : you are the youngest daughter of Viserys I Targaryen and Aemma Arryn. Outlived your mother and your older twin brother, Baelon, in childbirth. You were titled as (Y/n) “The Undying” Targaryen.

pairing : jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!reader

warnings : incest, tension, sexual content, age gap (reader is about 3-4 years older), jace is about a year older in this fic, misogyny, self-harm, violence, angst, teen pregnancy, birth, meraxes is alive and thriving with vhagar :D

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Some Incorrect Quotes for House of the Dragons that I may write fics about

aha I have three hours until I go into work.

*edit: I added more*

Daemon: I guess I’m just a bad person. 

Y/n: Nah, you’re not a bad person. You’re a terrific person. You’re my favourite person. But sometimes you can be a real cunt.

•

Rhaenyra: You can’t make everyone like you. You’re not Y/n. 

Harwin: Not everyone likes Y/n, though.

Daemon: Who doesn’t like Y/n?

Harwin: No one, I just—

Daemon: I need names Harwin…

• Yn: It's been a year since I surrendered to the enemy

Daemon:She means we got married

• Rhaenyra: How's having your own actual kids?

Y/n:Horrible. I never knew something could cry so much. It never stops.

Rhaenyra:Oh, well, the kid will grow out of it eventually, right?

Y/n:Oh no, the kid's great. She hardly ever cries.

Rhaenyra: But I thought-

Daemon:, sobbing while holding the baby: Y/n, I LOVE HER SO MUCH.

• Y/n: Hey Daemon?

Daemon, internally: There they are. My favorite person in the world, the love of my life. Fuck I just want to stare at them and hold them and kiss them for the rest of my life—

Daemon: What the FUCK do you want?

•

Daemon staring at Y/n: “You look like an angel.”

Y/n who wasn’t paying attention: “What?”

Daemon: “I said you look ugly at every angle.”

•

Daemon : Y/N is playing hard to get.

Daemon : Little do they know, I’m a master at playing hard to get rid of.

•

Daemon *screeching*: YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME!

Y/N: wh-

Daemon: YOU’RE ESSENTIAL TO MY EXISTENCE!

Y/N:why are you screaming??

Daemon: BECAUSE I HAVE TROUBLE EXPRESSING MYSELF! IT HELPS TO YELL SENTIMENTAL THINGS IN AN AGRESSIVE TONE!

Y/N: I-

Daemon: I FUCKING LOVE YOU!

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[madame-fear]

Hello, Amira! Hope you are okay 🫶🏻 Since you opened your requests again, I didn’t want to lose the opportunity to see you give life to my ideas hahaha.

Here it goes: Lucerys survives the attack in the end of episode 10. Luke is found unconscious at the sea by a commoner reader and she takes care of him. She doesn’t know he is a prince, until he tells her. Luke stays in her house until he is healed, which makes them grow close to eachother and eventually fall in love. But one day, he decides it’s time for him to return to his family and duties. Reader respects his decision, but she can’t help but feel sad at his departure. Years later, when Lucerys is 19 and has already become Lord of Driftmark, he comes back for her and makes a proposition: for her to join him and be his Lady of The Tides.

Sorry if it’s too long.

*ೃ༄ 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒. .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks! : Ju, I literally love all of your requests !! They always motivate me and keep me eager to write ahh 💕💕 Hope you enjoy this sweet love, and it was what you expected !! — summary : request. — word count : 11.0k (longest so far!)

— pairing : lord!lucerys velaryon x commoner!reader — genre : fluff.

Thin trails of dark crimson leisurely blended into the transparency of the continously moving tides, coming from all the visible open wounds from the body of the unconscious young Prince. From the skies was heard a wailing sound, accompanied by the faint sounds of a flapping motion. It came from a small flying beast; a wounded dragon.

More especifically, it was the wounded Prince’s dragon; being as harmed as his rider was. The current of the vast sea delicately carried his body along the sea waves, the brightly shining sunrays hitting against his face, and reflecting upon the tides.

His body was carried to the coast of a small village, leaving it there, remaining unconscious. A rather tranquil one, where only the faint squeak of seagulls and the waves clashing against the rocks in the sand was heard. And you happened to be taking a scroll on the coast.

It was a hobby of yours, to peacefully walk around the coast to invade yourself only with your thoughts, and carry your basket hanging loose from your arm moving along the rhythm of your steps, using it to collect conchshells and precious rocks you found. The traces you left on the sand were all rapidly washed away by the waves reaching the coast, but not that you focused on such thing.

From afar as you continued with your quiet stroll, you noticed the body of a young boy thrown across the coast. He seemed unconscious, as the waves continued to hit against his already wet body. Being concerned for a strange young man abruptly appearing at the coast of your village, you quickened your footsteps, practically running, and decided to approach the boy.

Reaching his body, your body fell to the ground on it’s knee with a soft, smooth movement. You dropped the basket by your side, and decided to tenderly take hold of his head, placing it on your lap as you scanned his face dedicately. He was badly injured; his face was bleeding with several scars, and other bleeding wounds across his arms, legs, and chest, which were visible as parts of his clothing had been ripped.

But he was still alive. You noticed his chest very faintly rising and descending. “Hello? Can you hear me?” you inquired, beginning to softlt shake his body to bring him into reality. The bright sunrays that hit on his face seemed to highlight his features, and he was rather adorable.

With a slow motion of frowning eyebrows, his eyes became a little bit more tightly shut as he regained consciousness. His body felt like a heavy burden, his injuries were a sharp pain, and his head was aching and throbbing. A little groan rolled from his lips, opening his eyes. His eyes were narrowed, adjusting his blurry visions to the sight and the bright skies. With a lazy movement, he moved his sight to stare into your eyes. He was placed on your lap.

Even if his sight was blurried and dizzy, he could tell you were a rather beautiful girl, with delicate features. “What happened? Are you alright?” you continued to question, with small hope that the boy could enlighten you with some information. His lips were partly open, mumbling whispered nonsense before he formed something coherent. Or slightly coherent, at least.

“Arrax, I need him...” was all he managed to respond with a raspy tone. His head on your lap became heavier, as his eyes fluttered shut once again and fell back into being unconscious on your lap. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his answer, but were more than determined to take good care of the young, enigmatic boy.

Lucerys fluttered his eyes open. It felt as if he had been sleeping for hours, but much worse. His head continued to frustrate him with a discomforting headache, and a body that shivered with slight cold and pain.

But, as he opened his eyes very softly, he noticed he had been taken inside a small, cozy chamber. Lucerys laid on a comfortable bed, and his body was covered with two long furry blankets up to his neck that kept him warm. Seven Hells, even his clothing had been changed into another one. It seemed that someone had changed him into night clothing.

As Luke shifted on his place trying to take notion of where he had been taken, a small whine rolled from his lips from the pain of his afflicting headache; but that was merely all he felt, as he noticed the rest of his wounds were patched, and even had got some bandage for the worst injuries around his arms and legs.

“Ah! It seem you are already awake.” lucerys turned his head to where the tenderly-sounding femenine voice came from, being yours. You sat by his side on a wooden chair, with a large book being placed on your lap, offering him a warming smile. “How are you feeling? I just had some herbal tea prepared for you when you for when you woke up.”

Standing from your seat, you quickly took hold of the little pot where you kept boiling water, pouring it inside a small cup that contained a teabag full of healing herbs you collected from around your village. Cautiously, you walked up to him, approaching him the tea. “Drink this, it contains healing herbs. They will help you heal your wounds better.” lucerys took hold of the cup you extended to him, flashing you a sheepishly weak grin.

“T-Thank you.” he muttered weakly, raising the cup to his lips and taking a sip from it. Not that it tasted like the best excellency of teas, but for some strange motive not even himself could understand, he wholeheartedly trusted your words regarding the way they would make him feel better. “M-My head still aches heavily, as well as my body...” lucerys explained, with his hazel eyes dreamily gazing into your own. “May I ask, who are you?”

His question never had the idea to sound impolite to you, and of course, you understood the reason why he would inquire for your name. “My name is (y/n). I found you unconscious on the coast terribly injured, so with some help I took you inside my home, and took care of your wounds.” you answered, offering him a kind smile that made his heart shyly flutter. “May I know yours? Do you remember what happened to you?”

“I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon.” your eyes widened, having been completely unaware that you hosted and took care of a Prince, who was none other than Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen’s son as far as you knew. Of course, you were going to be as respectful and careful as you could with him, but such fact had made you feel off. Not in a bad way, thought, rather pleasantly surprised.

His gaze wandered around your bedroom, trying to recall what had happened before he woke up in your bed. Lucerys was well aware he had been in Storm’s End, running away from his uncle Aemond, but not what happened after that. Softly, he flinched his gaze in pain. Any memory he tried to have, worsened his headache.

“I... Can’t remember, m-my Lady. I remember being on Storm’s End, but not what happened.” you had a brief idea about House Baratheon and Storm’s End, pressuming he must have been there for political alliances, or anything related. Swiftly he passed his tongue through his lips, before speaking up rather weakly again. “Have you seen a small dragon around, the moment you found me, m-my Lady?”

Of course, Luke knew you surely had never seen a dragon in person, perhaps had a bit of knowledge about them, and especially would know any less if he had mentioned the name Arrax. You had read about Targaryens and their dragons, but you were clueless about whether or not there was a dragon flying around the moment you had found him unconscious. Lucerys had been your top priority, and still was, but the young future Lord was more than notoriously preoccupied for the wellbeing his dragon companion.

“I apologise, my Prince, I-I do not recall having seen a dragon,” you explained anxiously, and rather timidly. “I... Was truly concerned for your wellbeing. But perhaps if you give me a description of the dragon, I may be able to stay aware?” a little grin formed at the corner of his lips at your proposal. He nodded.

“That would be very much apprecuated, my Lady. Arrax is a small dragon, pearly coloured and with amber eyes.” you took mental note of the dragon’s description, kindly giving him a single nod with your head.

“Understood, my Prince. You should rest, for now. Do you need anything else?” as you walked towards the door to leave, you gave him one last look. It was nearly impossible to take your eyes off of him, he had such beautiful features and an adorable little expression despite being in pain. Unbeknownst to you, he felt slightly flustered of sharing the same opinion you had on him, but with you.

Slightly, he shook his head. “No, my Lady, thank you.” politely you kept your smile towards him, nodding as you swiftly opened the door and, as you had began to leave, he called back for you. “Wait, (y/n)!” his voice was still a bit quiet, but enough for you to hear him. Especially in your room, where there was nobody but the two of you. “Yes, my Prince?” you asked back.

There were a few moments of silence in between the two of you that felt like everlong. You kindly awaited for him, noticing he struggled to say what he had to say before you left him to rest in your bed. Not because he was embarrassed of it, or disliked the idea of what he had to tell you, but strangely enough... His heart had little butterflies flapping their wings at the mere sight of you. His cheeks turned crimson, as he licked his lips rapidly and discreetly.

“I don’t think I could ever thank you enougn, or possibly repay your kindkess, my Lady. I owe you my life.” he mumbled, timidly.

Your own cheeks mimicked his, as some slight chuckles spurred from your lips delightfully. Oh, he charmed you right away with that sweet nature of his; very humble, and delicate. “Don’t, my Prince. You have nothing to thank me for.” you whispered back, looking into his hazel eyes. They stared at you lovestruck, like a little lost puppy mesmerised.

“Call for me whenever you need me.” curtsying down to him as you stood by the door of your quarters, you then quickly left and softly closed the door behind of you. Fortunately, he couldn’t see you as you had closed the door, but you had stood there for a few long minutes, gushing over how preciously adoring he was with you already. But you knew, it couldn’t be. Not yet, and most obviously, not ever.

The course of several moons had passed. Prince Lucerys had remained with you and agreed to stay with you until he had fully healed from all the injuries caused at Storm’s End provoked, as he told you, by none other than one of his uncles.

Over the course of the passing time, you bonded better than you could have ever bonded with anyone else. Even if he had slight difficulty walking, Luke often offered himself to help you cooking for the two of you, even if you had to guide him through the way and occasionally he accidentally burned food - but you shared nice evenings together. You spoke of your lives, your cultures, the thoughts in common you had, you taught him about how healing with plants and herbs worked; Seven Hells, he even helped you bond with his dragon Arrax as soon as the young dragon returned in search for his owner, overcoming your fear for the large beasts, and having the sweetest relationship with Arrax just like you had with Lucerys.

There was something about the way he was so ever gentle and delicate with you that swooped you right off your feet, for example when he took you to walk around the gardens of your home and offered you his arm for you to take, and how he cuddled with you whenever you felt too cold and he was warm. Or, when he gifted you a pretty flower that bloomed in your gardens, and silently stared at you in awe of your grace.

The young Prince was simply a delight you couldn’t resist. As much as you felt off admiting it, you were head over heels for Lucerys. And he felt the same towards you.

His dragon laid on the sand of the same beach where you had found his rider. Both of your backs were laying against the dragon’s body, resting silently and caressing delicately his pearly scales. The brightly shining sun was slowly disappearing into the sky, leaving across the mixed tints of vivid orange and some faint shades of pink. The bright light hit your faces, but you enjoyed the peaceful moment you spent with the Prince, listening to the splashing sounds of the ocean waves hitting against the rocks and shells of the shore.

“It’s delightful, is it not?” he spoke, in a cooing tone, making you crane your head towards him as you snapped out of your thoughts. His own smile made your lips quiver into a similar grin as well. “It is, Luke. I often come reading or doing patchwork here at this hour, because no one can bother me.” you had the luck of being able to call him by his nickname. And, he for sure did enjoy hearing the way your tongue rolled off his name so smoothly. The young Prince often spend nights with the way your voice said his name echoing on his mind.

A hint of concern was on his expression as you responded to his question. Luke had been quieter than he usually was around you, and there was a certain atmosphere on tension with him. Maybe even nervous, but you hadn’t asked, so you weren’t entirely certain of his causes for concern, and behaving in such strange way. Furrowing your eyebrows and tilting your head to your side ever so slightly, you decided you should ask. “Are you alright, Luke?” you spoke, muttering nearly. “I have noticed you seem... Nervous? Concerned, perhaps?”

His fingers fidgeted, resting his hand on his lap as both of you laid against Arrax, whom rested. No one had to see him, knowing how commoners were even if you were hosting no other than a Targaryen Prince himself, but luckily for you it was rare for someone else to wander around the beach at such hour. A soft sigh escaped from his lips, lingering his sight rather reluctanctly on the ground, not being able to manage staring into your eyes. “It’s just...” a brief moment of silence was awkwardly growing, “But I am nearly fully healed, (y/n). I believe it would be best to return home and continue preparing myself to inherit Driftmark. I wouldn’t wish for mother to be preoccupied, or saddened as well.”

In a way, hearing those words come from him, felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water to you. It felt as if the atmosphere and the world surrounding you faded away, stopping it’s natural course. A deeply, harrowing sensation burdened you on your chest, as you had grown tenderly close to the Velaryon Prince. “I see.” was all you simply responded, a bit bitterly.

You knew the day would come. The day where he would have to return back to his family, amidst the war. You had mentally prepared yourself for it, but you were not ready to let go of him just yet. Though, you understood. You never wished to be selfish, and being on his mother’s position, you pressumed she must have been dealing with a great deal of anguish about her son’s probable death on Storm’s End. “I know, Luke, don’t worry.” one of your hands shyly went to take his own, squeezing it rather lightly to offer him some comfort. His hazel eyes were fixed on your own, a bit dumbfounded at the feeling of your warm, velvety skin when you held hands simply to reassure him.

“You should await for a few days until you’re fully healed, though. In the meantime, we could prepare for your departure so you can return back home safely.” despite being weary of being the next heir of Driftmark, Lucerys knew what duties he had to fulfill, and not that he could forever escape from them, either way.

Much like you, the young Prince felt a rather uncomfortable pressure tightening his chest, as well as a small knot that formed on his throat noticing your clear disappointment. He wished he could spend more time with you and cling to you like a lost little puppy, rather than just a few days that would obviously be spent being miserable and with a gloomy atmosphere, knowing that soon he’d return back to Dragonstone.

But, deep inside, Luke had already promised to himself that he would not just leave your side forever. He had to be with you, no matter how long he’d have to wait until he was almost fully an adult. It would be a few years, but either way... He would find his way back to you.

Several years had passed since the young Prince, Lucerys Velaryon, had been taken into your care when you had found his unconscious body being dragged by the seawaves to the beach shore.

The memory of your last day together still bitterly lingered. You could still feel the warmth from his body, and how tightly he had pressed your body against his own in your last embrace as if it had been just yesterday. The way his green eyes shone whether the sun, or the moon reflected their light upon them. Every inch of his beauteous features, you remembered them vividly. The Prince had promised he would return to you, and occasionally visit you; and even if you were keen in trusting his word, a deep part of you felt as if it was clinging to hopeless fantasy.

You could even remember crying your eyes out for the entirety of the day, not long after you stood in the beach for a few minutes, observing Arrax fly away, until you could no longer see them, and their presences vanished away amidst the clouds. The next days after his departure, you could not stop thinking about him for a single moment. The days felt grey and a burden to you, but you knew you would have to carry on.

It was something so temporary, you doubted whether taking care of him was a blessing or a curse. In one way, a blessing because you had never felt so deeply enamoured by a boy, and more joyful in your life. And a curse, on the other side, because you would have to live knowing it was simply something brief; not knowing if you would have the chance to feel his warmth against you ever again, or even, if he remembered you.

Quietly maneuvering the needles in your hands, you worked on some patchwork. You sat in a wooden chair outside your home, right at the door, allowing the cool windy breeze smoothly sway strands of your hair, delicately hitting against your face. As silent and peaceful as it was, the atmosphere remained with a lonely aura. The same lonely, empty aura remained ever since Lucerys left. While your eyes attentively lingered on the patchwork you sewed, you kept thinking about the Prince.

Abruptly, as if a sudden impulse inside of you forced your actions, your gaze moved upwards towards the sky. The bright light blue colour was leisurely fading away as the sun vanished, leaving place for rich orange tones and light pink shades to be smeared all over the sight, with the sunrays reflecting down onto the seawaves.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you noticed from afar a slightly large figure... flying? It seemed as if a large beast flew above the sea, fluttering it’s wings intensely. The closer the flying beast approached the seashore, the better you could notice it was a dragon being ridden by someone towards you. But it wasn’t any dragon — which was already rare enough to see for you —, but rather, it was none other than Arrax himself.

Blinking several times, your heart began violently pounding against your chest. Could it be, or could it be just the anguish taking a toll on your body, to the point it made you see things that were never there? But no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself you were simply imagining things in the span of a few minutes, the more vivid the sight of Arrax with Lucerys on top of him became.

Lucerys was just like you remembered, and it seemed his baby face remained with him. His green eyes were as bright and vivid as ever, with delightful dark, messy curls that had grown larger than last time you had seen him. Though, despite his baby face still living with him, it was notorious he had grown up into a handsome, young man.

Standing from your chair, practically tossing the patchwork aside, the dragon landed on the ground. A wave of dusty sand was spurred into the air as the dragon landed; Arrax had grown up along his rider. And the young Prince — now Lord — was notoriously more than eager to meet you after a long time, having missed that precious face of yours he so adored.

Whilst you ran towards them, Lucerys got off of Arraxes’ back. “Luke!” you shouted, as some giggles escaped from your lips. Your wide, toothy grin couldn’t help but br contagious to Lucerys, as he vastly opened his arms to receive an embrace from you. Without a doubt, rather than giving him am embrace, you threw your entire body on top of him, having Lucerys catch you in the air, as he giggled along you.

Both of you nearly stumbled to the ground as your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and your legs around his waist. Discreetly, you buried your head in the crook of his neck, iinhaling his sweet boyish scent that never failed to bring you a comforting sensation.

“Oh, how have I missed you, Lucerys.” being spinned around playfully and leisurely in the place by Luke, you simply allowed your body to relax in his presence. All the gloom you had once felt, was abruptly vanished from the ambience the second you fell into his arms again. It felt as if you had been given life again. “I was afraid I would not see you again.” you confessed a bit mindlessly, as if the words escaped from your lips subconsciously.

Slowly, your feet went back to being placed on the ground, releasing a soft huff when you released him from your tight embrace. Either way, Lucerys felt as if he could never stop a single second from touching you, as one of hia gloved hands was placed on your waist, and the other one tenderly cupped your cheek adoringly. Gods, he craved to touch you. After many years, it was nearly like a dream to have you in front of him again, so lively and sweet as always.

“But I kept my promise, have I not?” he teased, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner. “You have, yes. Lucky you’re different than most boys.” a small chuckle escaped from his lips, making his eyes twinkle in the process. And your eyes amorously gawked upon his features, as if you could melt from love right at that moment.

“You remained the same as always. You have no idea how badly I missed you.” at the last words, his voice dropped very slightly, tilting his head to his side discreetly to tenderly appreciate you. You had grown up as well into a proper, ravishing woman. “I have so many things to tell you, from the moment after I left. But now, I came in a bit of a hurry, you might say.”

At his words, your eyebrows were raised with curiousity, attentively awaiting to hear whatever thing he had to say. “Hurry?” you inquired, “Is something the matter?” immediatly, Lucerys shook his head. “Nothing too serious, but rather, important.” his eyes lingered timidly the ground for a few seconds, as the hand that cupped your cheek descended to your own hand, delicately holding it. A faint rosy tint began forming on his cheeks.

“I’ve finally become Lord of Driftmark, as I have come to age.” he began explaining, nibbling his lower lip briefly, in a discreet manner. As his sight was raised to stare at you, his heart nervously beat against his chest noticing your kind stare fixed on him. “And... Mother has been looking to betroth me to someone who could be... m-my future Lady of the Tides.” some stutter escaped from him rather sheepishly, having to force yourself to hold back a smile.

Though, your heart, much like his own, as well was beating rather rapidly expectantly. “And, at that time, I could not help b-but... Think of... you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, partly beginning to open your lips to respond. It was a shock, but it was rather a pleasant shock — he could not be serious, you felt as if you actually misheard him. “You have taken such care of me, that you have no idea how comforting that was when I was far from my own home,” he briefly continued speaking, a bit stumbling around his words shyly. “You’ve been more than sweet, and gentle with me. You truly have no idea how badly I missed the way you played with my hair, the way you laugh, stared at me when we talked...”

His gaze was never setting anywhere else, it simply wandered on the ground anxiously, feeling as exposed as he could ever be from expressing his true feelings. The previous faint rosy tint became in a notorious crimson colour, smeared all over his face. “I-I missed your warmth, I missed everything about you, b-but... Of course, if it makes you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to—”

Unexpectedly, one of your hands cupped his cheek while the other pulled the collar of his clothing to bring him closer to you, and tiptoeing, you tilted your head to a side to press your lips against his own, kissing him rather freeingly. His lips were plushy enough for you to nibble on, if you wished. You could savour his sweetness, and the feeling of remaining with your lips locked together increased with every second that passed.

His green eyes had widened in surprise, initially, but then, his eyes began leisurely fluttering shut, melting into your own taste as his arms were wrapped around your waist, firmly holding you against him. An overwhelming feeling of excitement tightened his chest, feeling a small curve form upwards on the corner of his lips in between the kiss.

Though you had to pull for air, you remained close enough for your lips to be merely inches away, grasping against one another tenderly. The slight panting that came from both of you hit against your skins, desiring to remain that way and keep kissing for the entirety of the day, if you could. “You could never make me feel uncomfortable, Lucerys.” you whispered, smiling against his lips.

“Take me with you, my Lord.”

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Y/N: It is peaceful here. No arguments or wine. Alicent: It is so quiet, it's like no one is here. Helaena: Two enter the fold, one takes a step, another falls. Alicent: Alicent: Where are Aegon and Aemond?!

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[bumblesimagines]

When Fire Meets Fate

Part 5

Request: Yes or No

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He watched the rain belt against his window, the sound echoing in his ears. The weather heavily reflected his sisters' mood for King Viserys had stripped their father of his title and sent him back to Oldtown. The news had replayed over and over in his head. Rhaenyras' promise, the knowing look in her eye before she entered the carriage. She'd gotten rid of his father but her freedom as an eligible lady had been taken. His father hadn't been lying when he'd spoken of Ser Laenor. But better him than a Lannister. He found peace in knowing she'd wed someone she knew well.

(Y/N) turned his head when the doors creaked and his sister entered the room, water dripping from her hair and onto her face. Her skin had been covered in a light sheen, the rain having turned her dress a shade darker. "Alicent.." He breathed, moving from the window and to his bed. He pulled one of the smaller blankets from it and approached her but she shoved his arms away, eyes filled with tears.

"You should've been there." She hiccuped. "You should've been there to bid him farewell before his journey." The trip to Oldtown would be a long one, filled with many stops and roads. But their family, their father, had made the journey countless times before. Otto knew the way well enough to avoid danger, they both knew that.

"He'll be fine, Alicent." He wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, rubbing the fabric against her arms. Slipping his arm around her shoulders, he led her to the fireplace and sat her down on one of the chairs, hand stroking the back of her soaked head. Alicent wiped at her wet cheeks with the blanket, staring into the crackling fire.

"Father told me you knew about Rhaenyras' ventures," Alicent revealed quietly. "What did she tell you?" Alicent asked, shifting in the chair to face him and pulling the blanket further over her shoulders. 

"She told me nothing happened between her and Prince Daemon." (Y/N) answered, resting his arm on the top of her chair and gazing down at her. Alicent hummed softly, still looking rather unconvinced. (Y/N) combed his fingers through her brown locks. "Rhaenyra is smart, Alicent. But she's young. It is only natural that someone like her wanted the thrill of an adventure before being married off."

"But in the Street of Silk? With Prince Daemon? He knows no bounds, (Y/N). I... I almost cannot..." Alicent pressed her lips together, head shaking lightly as she looked away from him and back at the fire, the orange flames reflecting in her eyes. "The Targaryens are known for their... queer traditions. Aegon the Conqueror took both his sisters to wed as did King Jaehaerys. Prince Daemon is a stubborn and calculating man but I believe he cares greatly for his brother. I am just not sure if he cares about him enough to forget about the throne. He already showed his discontent with Rhaenyra being heir once. He does not seem like the type of man who forgives easily."

"If you cannot trust him, trust Rhaenyra." (Y/N) said softly, gently touching her chin and rubbing his thumb along her jawline. Alicents' eyes softened, a breath escaping her as she relaxed. She reached up, delicately taking his hand in hers and holding it with both hands. Her skin felt cold to the touch.

"Father said you knew before him and yet, it was quite early in the morrow when he received the news." She muttered, running her finger over the lines on his palm. "When did Rhaenyra tell you, Brother?"

"When she returned."

"During the hour of the owl?" Her head snapped up, eyes widening. She abruptly rose from her seat, the blanket slipping from her shoulders as she released his hand. Alicent stared at him, mouth agape and eyes flickering between his. "Did you-"

"No, Alicent. I did not compromise Rhaenyra. I am her closest friend and she simply wished to tell me all about her venture into the city while it lie fresh on her mind. The events of the night caught up to her and she bid farewell. Nothing happened between us." He reached out but Alicent took a step back, legs bumping against the short round table next to the chair. (Y/N) dropped his arms to his side in disbelief, brows furrowing.

"Alicent-"

"Rhaenyra cares much for you and she can be quite convincing..." Alicent whispered, chest rising and falling as her breathing quickened. (Y/N) stepped forward, arms wrapping around her shoulders. His twin buried her face in his neck, fingers weakly grabbing at his shirt. 

"Rhaenyra is to be wed, Alicent. Is she not on her way to meet with her new husband as we speak? I may have an encounter here or there but I view Rhaenyra the same way I view you. And whatever feelings you believe she may have for me will disappear once she and Ser Laenor wed. He's quite a sweet man, I hear." A sweet man who was said to prefer the company of men over women. But (Y/N) had his fair share of experiences with men and Rhaenyra still fell into his line of sight. Even if the thought of her marrying someone else made a bitter taste settle in the back of his throat, (Y/N) couldn't allow himself to be connected to the throne. Not after what it did to his parents and their marriage.

"Apologies, I... I'm feeling dreadfully tired, (Y/N)." Alicent whispered, pulling back and sighing softly, her bottom lip quivering. She inhaled, smoothing back her hair before kissing his cheek. Alicent stepped back and retrieved the blanket from the floor, setting it down on the chair and taking another breath. (Y/N) followed her to the door, stepping out into the hallway and bidding her goodbye. He watched her walk away, the ends of her dress still damp enough to leave a trail on the floor. Hearing someone clear their throat, he turned his head to look at them. Ser Harwin Strong, or Breakbones as some called him, stood tall and wore a small grin despite his words. Despite his reputation as the strongest man in all of the kingdoms, his soft bouncy hair and sweet eyes made it hard to be intimidated by him. 

"A rather dull day we're having, is it not?" Ser Harwin tilted his head slightly, curls bouncing off his temple. "Quite reflecting of what's occurred. You must be deeply saddened by the news of your fathers' departure."

"And you must be thrilled by your fathers' new position. I'm sure Lord Lyonel will prove to be a good Hand to King Viserys." (Y/N) faced the knight completely as he spoke. Ser Harwin gave a cheeky smile. The type of smile he'd seen Rhaenyra wear countless times before whenever she caught his full attention. (Y/N) eyed him for a moment before nodding toward the inside of his room. 

"Cup of wine, Ser Harwin?"

"That'd be lovely, M'Lord." The lack of hesitance from the man made (Y/N)s' brow quirk and he entered his bedchambers, approaching the table that held the wine. Pouring a cup for the knight, he turned and reached out, feeling Ser Harwins' fingers brush against his hand and linger, almost as if waiting for (Y/N) to react. (Y/N) met his gaze and pulled his hand back, watching the knight look over his room in mild curiosity.

"It's a shame we haven't had the chance to converse before, Ser Harwin. I've heard much of your reputation." (Y/N) poured himself a cup as well, bringing it to his lips and drinking. Ser Harwin smirked, licking his lips and looking down at his cup, swirling around the wine.

"I could say the same for you, M'Lord. The Boy Who Never Smiles... Quite the title." Snorting softly, (Y/N) couldn't help but roll his eyes. The title had stuck in court for far too long. He'd hear newcomers whispering about it as if it held any real significance to him. It was just a title some lord or lady had given a grieving child for not being friendly enough. 

"I smile on the occasion." He muttered and a soft chuckle escaped the tall knight. Ser Harwin lowered himself onto a chair and set his cup down, eyes trailing up to look at the painting of the late Lady Hightower. He grimaced, vaguely remembering the grim days before and after her death. The whispers of the unconsolable twins and their father who could just barely keep himself together. The murmurs of Otto attempting to juggle his duties and being a father, appearing to fail on the latter. Ser Harwin had seen the Hightower twins here and there, only beginning to see more of them when they grew closer to the royal family.

"How did you come to befriend the Princess?" He asked, resting back against the chair. (Y/N) turned toward the window, leaning against the cool stone wall, the cup still in hand. 

"I did not have much of a choice. She simply began following me around and talking until I responded." Ser Harwin laughed at his response. Stubbornness was a trait all Targaryens seemed to inherit, so to hear Rhaenyra had simply refused to leave the boy alone until he befriended her... "I enjoy her company. Most people here view me as... rude. I'm not well-liked, I suppose."

"I quite like you." Ser Harwin murmured, smiling at him. "Most people here are arrogant and have no sense of loyalty. You seem... different from them."

"Is this your way of trying to befriend me, Ser Harwin?"

"Is it working, M'Lord?"

"Perhaps."

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Joining Alicent on the balcony, (Y/N) stood beside her and looked down at the light gray carriage. Servants and guards surrounded it, watching King Viserys exit. Alicent flinched upon seeing the king crumble to the floor, servants quickly flocking to him as Lord Lyonel hollered for the maesters. He'd left for Driftmark in perfectly fine condition and yet arrived looking paler than a ghost. Perhaps the waves of the sea had been particularly unforgiving. Not many had the stomach for them. Alicent remained silent, uncharacteristically so. He'd expected her to fret over the Kings' condition but her face hadn't changed in the slightest. As much as (Y/N) wished to brush her behavior off as exhaustion from the events of the week, his gut told him it was something else.

"Are you alright, Alicent?" (Y/N) asked softly, resting against the railing and watching her. She ran her hand over the skirt of her blue dress and silently nodded, turning away from him and walking into the hall. (Y/N) frowned, pushing himself away from the railing and following her inside. 

"Fetch Ser Criston Cole for me, please." She ordered a servant, lifting the front of her dress, and descending the stairs. (Y/N)s' brows only furrowed and he continued down the stairs, watching his sister disappear down the hall. Her unreadable face, her tone filled with a hint of bitterness and anger. Had she found out about the maid? Had their father written to her about what he'd heard from that night? Or had Rhaenyra lied about what occurred between her and Daemon? He didn't have time to go after her, hearing the clacking of metal against the floor.

"(Y/N)!" Rhaenyra called out, lifting her dress and hurrying past the guards, a wide gleeful smile on her face. She released the sides of her dress once she stood in front of him, soft pants escaping her and eyes twinkling. Her fingers twitched and she stepped closer, almost as if she wanted to envelop him in a hug. But her excitement had already gotten too much attention.

"I assume this means you like your soon-to-be husband?"

"Oh, yes. He and I understand each other very well." Rhaenyra breathed, combing down her hair with her fingers before linking her arm around (Y/N)s' and pulling him into a walk. Swallowing, she leaned her head toward him.

"We've granted each other the freedom to be with whoever we wish as long as we do our duty to the realm." She explained in a low, quiet tone to avoid being overheard by a nosy servant or lord. "It is true that he prefers the company of men over women but we're both willing to do what we must for the realm and keep ourselves content with those we truly care about."

"And who would that be for you, Nyra?" (Y/N) questioned, and Rhaenyras' lips spread into a smirk, chuckling softly. 

"I'm sure you already know." She murmured, looking forward. "Did you miss me whilst I was gone?"

"I replaced you with Ser Harwin Strong." (Y/N) answered, grinning down at her. Rhaenyras' brows raised and she hummed, giving a nod of approval. She'd briefly encountered Ser Harwin a number of times, though she knew little of him apart from what stories and rumors told. He remained unmarried despite his status and age, though one could assume his inheritance had something to do with that. Most of Westeros knew of the Harrenhal curse and how many of the families that resided within it perished not long after acquiring it.

"Have you made him your Sworn Shield? You'd be the safest lord in all the kingdoms."

"I am not in need of one, Nyra. I may not be popular in court but I've made no enemies thus far." 

"No enemies that you're aware of." Rhaenyra lifted her brows, hand raising to grasp his bicep and give it a tender squeeze. "It's better to be safe than dead." She added, her other hand wrapped around his wrist, fingers grazing the skin of his palm. She refrained from appearing too affectionate, she was newly engaged after all. In the coming days, the castle would be readied for the festivities and she'd soon be the wife of Ser Laenor. The wife of someone she considered a friend but not the wife of the one she truly desired. 

"I appreciate the worries, Nyra. But, your father-"

"Father grew terribly seasick during the trip. The maesters will take good care of him." Rhaenyra brushed it off, though her brow creased and the corners of her lips tugged down. Clearing her throat, she looked up at him. "And what of Alicent? I didn't see her when we arrived."

"She's been feeling unwell. As you know, Father left for Oldtown not long ago. It brought her great sadness to see him go on such short notice." 

"I see..." Rhaenyra frowned, nails gently scraping at the cloth covering his skin. She sighed and released his arm, keeping a hold of his wrist to stop his movements. She swallowed, biting the inside of her cheek before tilting her head up. "Promise you won't leave my side. Even after I wed and... undoubtedly have children. I've seen many women be cast aside and forgotten after they wed and provide their husbands with children. My mother was a bright and caring woman but she had few friends. Alicent is on a similar road. I... I do not want that to be me. So, promise me you'll be by my side, please."

"I promise, Nyra."

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(Y/N) watched from his seat as the Lannisters entered, followed by the Hightowers. He rose, sparing a glance toward the two blank-faced Targaryens as Jason Lannister approached them to offer his congratulations. Rhaenyra stared at him in mild irritation, glancing at her father in disbelief every few seconds. The Lannisters seemed to have a knack for making a fool of themselves without realizing it. An admirable talent indeed. A man breezed past House Hightower, stepping up to speak with King Viserys and Rhaenyra. Annoyance oozed off his uncle at the interruption, even more so when the drums sounded off to signal the arrival of House Velaryon. His family stepped out of the aisle and approached him, his aunt beaming at the sight of him.

"It is good to see you, Nephew." Claere cooed, cupping (Y/N)s' cheek with a tender hand and warm eyes. His uncle, Hobert Hightower, addressed him with a far from impressed look, lip nearly curling in disdain. His disobedience had landed him in rough waters with the rest of the Hightowers. Another slip-up and they'd surely view him as the disgrace of the family. Claere stroked his cheek with her thumb, bumping her arms against her husbands'. She glanced at him, brow quirking.

"Your father sends his regards," Hobert said bitterly, brushing past him to take a seat. Claere sighed softly and followed him, taking a seat beside him. Their son patted (Y/N)s' arm as he stepped by, taking his seat as well. (Y/N) sighed, lowering back down onto the chair and reaching for his cup of ale.

"Lord Corlys of House Velaryon. Lord of the Tides, Master of Driftmark. And his lady-wife, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen. And their son and heir, Ser Laenor Velaryon. The future king consort." Ser Harrold announced as the family glided into the room, heads held high and proud. They were each individually clad in black and gold in comparison to King Viserys' and Rhaenyras' white-colored attire. The guests rose from their seats, clapping their hands and watching the family bow to them. Ser Laenor stepped forward and Rhaenyra approached him, allowing him to take her hand and kiss the back of it. 

"Where is your sister?" Hobert leaned over to ask quietly, sitting down once the Velaryons took their places at the table.

"Still getting dressed, I presume." (Y/N) answered, glancing toward the doors. A figure dressed in black entered the room, causing the guests to fall silent. Prince Daemon strolled up to the table, greeting his brother with a bold smirk. His brother narrowed his eyes but nevertheless motioned for a servant to bring a chair and plate for the exiled prince. King Viserys sighed softly and forced a smile, addressing the room.

"Be welcome, as we join together in celebration. Tonight is only its beginning. We honor the crown's oldest and fiercest ally, House Velaryon, reaching back to the days of Old Valyria and the Age of Dragons. With House Targaryen and Hou-" King Viserys cut himself off, staring forward at the entrance of the room, mouth nearly agape. Following his gaze, (Y/N) felt his throat tighten, watching his sister enter the room. Not only in one of their mothers' dresses, but wearing an all too familiar shade of green. Hobert and Claere quickly rose as did the rest of House Hightower and the other guests. Alicent kept her gaze forward, only turning her head to smile at her family. She took her place at the table, planting a kiss on her husband's cheek. 

Clearing his throat, King Viserys nodded. "Please be seated." He commanded, glancing in the Hands' direction and fingers brushing against Rhaenyras' arm. "With House Targaryen and House Velaryon united, I hope to herald in a second Age of Dragons in Westeros." King Viserys paused to allow everyone to clap before resuming his speech. "And after tonight's small affair, seven days of tournament and feasting. At the end of it all, a royal wedding, between my daughter, the heir.. your future queen, and Ser Laenor Velaryon, the heir to Driftmark."

With that, he took his seat and Rhaenyra rose from hers. She and Ser Laenor took to the middle of the room and began their dance, arms mimicking the wings of dragons. Her eyes met (Y/N)s' a few times before she finished the dance with a bow, an invitation for those who wished to dance to join the couple. (Y/N) stood, slipping through the guests as they got into position and coming to a stop before Lady Byrch. The raven-haired woman grinned at him, striding toward him as the music picked up and the dance began.

"You've yet to return my book, Lord (Y/N)." She reminded quietly, hands resting on his shoulders when he picked her up by the waist. (Y/N) felt eyes burning into the side of his skull and he noticed the white of Rhaenyras' dress in his peripheral.

"Perhaps I hoped you'd showed up asking for it so I could... convince you of letting me keep it." (Y/N) responded cooly and she chuckled, a strand of hair slipping out of her tied when she landed back on the ground. She trailed her hand down his arm, coyly smiling before whirling around to dance with the nearest man. Looking in Rhaenyras' direction, he spotted her glaring in Lady Byrchs' direction. Repeating the dance with a new lady, Lady Byrch came into his field of vision again when it was time to change partners. She stepped toward him only for Rhaenyra to slip in between them, hands grasping at his arms and pulling him away from the woman.

"What was that?" (Y/N) questioned when Rhaenyra stopped, hands slipping from his arms to his wrists.

"What was what?" Rhaenyra asked with feigned innocent, batting her eyes and tilting her head for full effect.

"I was enjoying her company-"

"But you'd enjoy mine more." Rhaenyra interrupted with a grin, stepping closer to him. Her nails lightly grazed his skin and she stepped closer, barely allowing any space between them. In a room full of crowded people, in a room with her father and his family, Rhaenyra found herself not caring about them or their judgment. "There is still time, (Y/N), although the hours pass swiftly. I may have been granted freedom in my marriage but it will not be the same. You can be mine. You should be mine."

"But I am not yours, Princess." (Y/N) cooed, fingers brushing against her cheek. Her hands pressed against his abdomen, inhaling deeply as he gently grabbed her chin and kept her chin tilted up toward him. Only an inch or two of space between them that Rhaenyra desperately wanted to close. But before she could curse it all and claim his lips, a scream broke out, separating the two briefly before they were suddenly shoved together by the crowd. People moved in all directions, some trying to break free and others wishing to see what was happening. The two were shoved out of the way and into the sidelines, pinned against the table until Ser Harwin broke through the crowd, swiftly heaving Rhaenyra over his shoulder and grabbing (Y/N)s' arm. Ser Harwin pushed, punched, and shoved his way through once more until they reached the front. 

"Brother!" Alicent quickly rounded the table, hurrying down the steps and narrowly tripping over herself. She cupped his face, inspecting it for marks, soft pants escaping her. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" She questioned, looking him over repeatedly. (Y/N) rubbed his side and nodded, looking back toward the dispersing crowd and finally witnessing what had caused the panic and commotion. In the middle of the room lied a beaten body and a weeping Ser Laenor hovered over him.

"Perhaps it'd be best if... If we did not wait." King Viserys breathed, leaning against the table and holding a cloth to his face. Corlys and Rhaenys glanced at each other, sharing a nod before Rhaenys approached her son, reaching down to rub his back and speak quietly to him. Lord Lyonel ordered a servant to fetch the High Septon and (Y/N) took a seat, feeling a prickle of pain from his side. 

"Are you certain-"

"I'm fine, Alicent. Nothing more than a bruise." He assured her, watching Rhaenys coax her son away from the deceased. Laenor continued weeping, even as he walked away from the body and stood in front of Rhaenyra. What had been meant to be a lighthearted celebration had turned into a grim day. The body of the knight was retrieved and the High Septon arrived, beginning his speech. (Y/N)s' eyes couldn't help but turn toward the puddle of blood and bits of brain coating the ground. The sound of Rhaenyra and Laenor exchanging their vows felt distant and only the sight of King Viserys falling over pulled his attention away from the gruesome sight. Those standing present to witness the exchanging of vows flocked to his side, calling his name and shouting for maesters. 

Getting up from the chair, (Y/N) stepped toward them, gently pulling his sister back and away from King Viserys as guards and maesters rushed into the room. "He needs to be treated elsewhere." He whispered as the guards heaved up the fallen king, taking him away from the room. Lord Lyonel followed, continuing to shout for maesters. 

"I know this is not what we envisioned for this day." Rhaenys breathed, gaze lingering on the door. "But we must continue." She turned toward her new daughter, forcing a small smile for her. Rhaenyra remained kneeling on the floor, strands of white sticking out from her braided hair. Her eyes rose, meeting (Y/N)s'. 

"Come, Brother," Alicent muttered, blocking his view of Rhaenyra and taking his arm. "The Princess must be prepared for tonight and I want a maester to check on you." She looped her arm around his, staring straight forward and pulling her brother along. She grimaced as they passed the puddle of blood, carefully stepping around the chunks laying around it. (Y/N) made no move to protest, clutching his side and leaning against his sister. She brought him to her room, having a maid fetch a maester as he collapsed down on the chair. 

"I love you, (Y/N). I love you dearly for I am your sister. Please, do not lie to speak. Speak plainly and only of the truth. What feelings do you truly harbor for Rhaenyra?" 

"I already-"

"I saw you!" Alicents' voice raised into a shout, the sound bouncing off the walls as the door creaked open. The maester glanced between the two, clearing his throat and entering the room. (Y/N) stared at his sister, lips pressing together as an annoyed hum left his throat. The older man bowed his head, murmuring his greetings.

"My brother was injured during the feast," Alicent explained breathily and the maester nodded. He approached (Y/N) and waited for him to discard his upper clothing, leaving only his undershirt. Alicent turned away from them, nails picking at her thumb as she calmed her breathing. The maester inspected his side, gently prodding at the darkening skin. 

"It appears to simply be a bruise. I suggest avoiding the training grounds and taking a day's rest. You should feel better in the coming days, but on the chance the pain worsens, call for us." The maester advised, turning toward Alicent and bowing again before he departed the room. Silence fell over the twins, only the sound of the howling wind filling the room. 

"I saw you and Rhaenyra," Alicent whispered, breaking the silence and facing her brother, though her gaze remained on the stone floor. "During her wedding feast, you..." She trailed off, swallowing and dropping her hands to her side. The brunette lifted her head and met his eyes, taking a step toward him.

"I want you to stop seeing Rhaenyra. She is not good for you, nor ever will be." 

"Alicent-"

"Rhaenyra may not have coupled with her uncle that night but her maidenhead was indeed taken. She pursued her Sworn Shield, Ser Criston Cole after she returned from the city. I called on him in hopes of easing my worries of that night. He believed I knew beforehand and confessed the sins he and Rhaenyra committed. Rhaenyra is not the girl I used to know therefore, I've decided it is best you refrain from being in her company." Not a hint of uncertainty coated her tone. His sister held her head high, showing her firmness in her decision. "Whatever feelings you may harbor for her are obviously not returned."

"Whether she fucked Ser Criston or not... It doesn't really concern nor bother me. I've lied with many... I'd be a hypocrite to be angered by such news. Rhaenyra has also asked me repeatedly to wed her and I believe she's asked him a total of zero times, so it appears she has some feelings for me." (Y/N) used the armrest to push himself up, collecting his discarded attire. Alicent stared at him, lips parting and closing. 

"It does not matter now, Brother. She is a married woman. As we speak, she is preparing for her first night with her husband."

"A husband we both know has no interest in her."

"Are you hearing yourself?!" Alicent closed the distance between them, only stopping a foot away from him. "(Y/N), you cannot pursue Princess Rhaenyra. Her father would have your head for it, that is if Lord Corlys doesn't reach you first. Since when have you been so reckless? So selfish as to put yourself in danger and put our family in danger of scorn?" 

Scoffing, (Y/N) glared at his sister. "You call me selfish when I've spent my whole life caring for you. Since we were born, every day of my life has been dedicated to watching over you, protecting you. It's been expected of me from everyone! My whole childhood revolved around you. I've tried my hardest to protect you from vile men and selfish women. I've tried to keep you from seeing the horrors of the lands we call home. Whenever you learned something a lady shouldn't know, I was blamed for not doing better. I love you, Alicent. I would lay my life down for you. But I am done with you and our family viewing me as a disappointment when all I've done is try to balance my happiness with their wishes. Mother's death allowed me to see our father in a different light. I realized I took on his duty of being a father after she passed. I was the one by your side when you felt unwell, I was the one helping you with your studies, I was the one who made sure you knew all the dances."

Feeling his eyes water with fresh tears, (Y/N) took in a deep breath. "But you are woman-grown. You are a queen and a mother. I cannot change your mind, especially when it comes to Father. So, I am done being the man he should've been. You are no longer my responsibility, Alicent."

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[kolsmikaelson]

imagine aemond who never sleeps in later than you but on the rare occasion he does, he won’t let you leave bed until he’s well awake. aemond who will tighten his arms around you and press his face so far into your neck that any desire that you have to get up dissipates on the spot. aemond who will litter your neck in soft kisses that lead up to your cheek, then your nose, then your lips. it’s not a side of aemond that you get to see very often so you choose to cherish it over anything else.

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[naelys-the-aster]

Jorrāelagon Zālagon Chapter Three

Niece to Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, and cousin to Lady Alicent Hightower, you become ensnared in the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen. After hearing of a sensitive marriage arrangement, you learn the prince is running out of time... and options.

Word Count: 7,462! (Worth it, I promise you)

A/N: We're still not done, there is more to come!

The comfort of the whisking winds and whipping waves could almost lull you into slumber, Daemon’s warmth could keep you planted on this beach all night, but you broke the peace.

“Daemon.” you chirp not moving from you position.

He hummed in response his eyes closed.

“I-I  I need to know something…” you studder out you fingers curling around the dark black and red fabrics of his shirt.

“What is it you need to know?” he mumbled tiredly.

You could’ve asked him so many question, why is he doing this? What was his intention extending his favor? Why did he bring you here? Why was he in Rhaenrya’s room at the peak of dawn? Even more questions in which you yearned for answers for came pooling into your mind, though the answers to those questions, are what you feared.

You looked up at him, seeing his eyes slowly open to meet your own, “You didn’t… kill all those people, right?”

He breathed a heavy breath out and paused before sitting up, forcing you upright as well.

His demeanor changed in an instant it seemed and his voice came out colder than the winter itself, “Do you think I killed them?”

“…” you couldn’t answer that, you weren’t sure, not completely- you needed to hear it from him, not Rhae, not anyone else. You broke eye contact looking away from him, not sure of how to respond.

Your indecisiveness in a response was all he needed. He stood up abruptly, dusting the sand from his clothes harshly, in an act of annoyance or frustration. You sat in the small crater your bodies hand made in the earth.

He scoffed turning away from you, “You think I kill for fun? For amusement? You think I would take the lives of the commoners that call me prince?”

No, no, no, this is what you feared. Crushing a tender moment with false accusations and lies, with confrontation. You felt yourself being you shake with worry and before you could speak he turned back to you, glaring down at you… a look that you never seen in his eyes.

Hurt. Betrayal?

His voice raised in volume until it echoed though the beach.

“I swear on the gods, on my honor, my pride, the house of my family- I DID NOT KILL ANYBODY!” his voice was deeper when he was angry, it shook you and reverberated to your heart. You were not used to being yelled at by him- but maybe you deserved it for spoiling a sensitive- no, a perfect moment.

The familiar hot sting of tears burned the corners of your eyes but your glassy orbs went unnoticed to the prince, he was gone already, stumbling heavy footed up the shoreline to the stone steps you both had come from less than an hour ago. He left you alone. To sulk with yourself and your thoughts.

The tears fell heavy but no sounds followed, no whimpers, no cries, and no pleading with yourself, the gods, or Daemon.

 He had thought you suspected nothing but the best in him, at least that’s what he was trying to do, for himself and secretly for you. But no- he commits arson to the structures of Flea Bottom, he kills over 300 people, for no reason other than to have the credit- at least in your eyes, or that’s how he saw it. He was furious, the rage boiling inside him was as hot and deadly as the lava that flowed from the volcanoes of Dragonstone. He swayed as he climbed the steps of the castle without looking back at your form left on the beach.

As he entered the massive doorway he threw his fist into the stone finery, as hard as he could as many times as he could. Until he could not bare the sickening cracks sounded through his ears. Blood fell in in large droplets to the floor eventually flowing freely from his mangles hand and he found that he couldn’t move his fingers.

He groaned loudly leaning against the walls of the empty corridors, clutching his bloodied fist.

The only thing that could lighten his mood was a drink, so tonight he would pull a cork from the largest barrel of wine they had in the cellar, and he would indulge himself until he could no longer. It will make him forget, forget the accusations, forget the public humiliation, forget what you had just said you him, maybe he could forget all the hectic bullshit that he had to constantly be reminded of.

He stumbled into the kitchen quarters, still coming down from the five glasses of wine he’d indulged at dinner.

“My prince.” a male servant greeted and gasped noticing the blood trail following him, but Daemon pushed past him not even paying him a millisecond of thought, he strode into the kitchen and down a short flight of steps… now how was he going to get the barrel up the stairs?

You sniffled wiping your nose on the sleeve of your dress.

“You had to ask…” you mutter to yourself. He flipped on a coin; he was so content at peace- almost angelic but then…You didn’t know what to believe anymore, if he was so offended maybe he didn’t do it. He wasn’t someone who killed for fun, he had gotten into brawls at ale houses, he beat men for their crimes, but killing for no reason…maybe it wasn’t him. Like Rhae said, if he had done it he would’ve been exiled or executed on sight, not burdened with marriage.

“Maybe he will fare better with Rhea Royce.” you say to yourself burying your head in your sand cover hands.

You stopped.

What did you just say? You repeat yourself in your mind, did- did you actually think Daemon was courting you?

“No… he’s just being nice, he’s just trying to make me feel better…about myself.. my life..” you assured yourself through tears.

He had probably heard of the death of your beloved parents, he felt bad about you being around Otto consistent belittlement of you, maybe this was all out of pity so that you wouldn’t want to throw yourself from the window of you bedroom in Kings Landing.

It grew later and the moon had moved across the sky, there was no telling how long you’d been sitting alone, burying you feet in the sand. Part of you no longer felt welcome in this castle and it was in this moment you wished to be back at Kings Landing with Alicent and even your uncle.

You slowly walked up to the stones steps drudging upwards to the mountain side . You looked ahead of you to notice Daemon had left the door to the castle open.

You sniffled again and wiped your eyes one last time before slipping into the castle quietly closing the door as quietly as possible. As you walked down the hall small dark droplets littered the floors of the corridor, only to reflect the moon light peaking through the windows.

You crouched down, swiping up the liquid with you fingers.

“Molasses?” you questioned aloud. No.. the texture was different, standing to your feet you swayed to the window letting the light illuminate your hand.

The crimson shade glistened with the moon, just to be sure you brought you finger to your nose and the metallic scent invaded your nostrils.

You gasped “Blood?” your brow knit togethrt in confusion and worry.

You peered down the hallway to see a trail of it. “What then hell?” you uttered under your breath, worried.

Tiny droplets every four or five steps almost lead a trail down the hallway

“Hello?” you greeted only to the darkness around you.

“Daemon? You here?” you voice shook as you called out

Nothing. Your eyes followed the occasional drops on the floor and soon your legs carried you in that direction of the kitchen. One one surfaces you saw blood smeared on the corner of a table. Your anxiety was starting to rise rather fast, what if this wasn’t Daemon? But even worse what if it was? Had you caused him to hurt himself?

“Oh gods, what if he’s bleeding out? What if he’s cut? No..” you held you hand to your mouth at the very next thought that crossed your mind.

 

Your thoughts stopped immediately as the scene was starting to look even more terrifying. Broken glass in concerning amounts, covered the floor of the kitchen and lead down a small pathway of steps into pitch darkness.

The hair on your neck and arms stood up straight, numbing chills ran through your body, you felt nauseous all of a sudden.. and you mouth began to salivate while you felt your stomach churn.

Quickly, you clasped your hands tightly over your lips fighting back the urge to vomit.

“Daemon if you’re down there say something!” you called out though your fingers, and again you got no reply, not even a groan or raspy breath, just the echo of your own muffled voice

. You drew in a deep breath, exhaled, and turned the corner grabbing a candle holder that light the hallway, one that was bright enough for some clarity. Carefully you stepped down to what you began to realize was this was not a basement or a crypt, it was a wine cellar.

The candles light softly illuminated your surroundings allowing your eyes to take in what disarray the room was in. Wine was spilled everywhere, so much of it that it was soaking into your slippers, so much of it, your nose scrunched up at the bitter smell of fermentation. You turned the candle stick to the aisle and began your descent deeper into the darkness. Looking from you left to your right to scan each barrel, there was blood smudges of many of the barrels, and finally you had reached the mess ahead.

Corks were strewn all about, two empty wine barrels laid on their sides, broken and shattered wine glasses covering the floor. But alas, he was not here. You quickly made your way up the steps and placed the candle holder back in it proper place.

 Your mind spun, what had happened here? You cursed yourself for not touring the castle when you had the chance, you could’ve just gone to his quarters to check on him.

“I have to wake Rhaenrya” your thought balling your fists taking off- speeding down hallways trying to recognize any architecture that would lead you to her. Eventually the hallways you turned down looked familiar, from the art and antiques that decorated the corridor you knew Rhaenrya’s room was close by.

As you approached her doors you heard the muffled voices of two familiar individuals.

It was Daemon and Rhaenrya, they were speaking in their native tongue. You didn’t know how to feel at this moment so many emotions were running through your head. There was a small crack in the door, and your curiosity once more grabbed tight of you.

Daemon was laying in her bed, his clothes seemingly removed from the top half of his body, his hand wrapped in a bandage, and Rhaenrya laying at his side.

 They were speaking High Valyrian and unfortunately you could not translate, but the sight of Daemon in Rhaenrya’s bed struck a hurtful chord with you. Maybe the rumors are true, Daemon is a man who whores around, he swipes women off their feet in the moment, takes what he wants and leaves...

You watched as she rolled on her side to face him and clicked her tongue.  

“Ao issi daor hae pōnta ūndegon ao hae…” (You are not as the seen you as you are…) “Ao issi nykeā mittys” (but you are foolish.)

her voice sounded so serious, you prayed they would say a few words maybe you could make out, and when Daemon spoke, he sounded drunk, very, very drunk.

Daemon moaned a loud, a twisted expression of shock was all that formed on your face. You tried to adjust your view but the crack in the door was but a sliver, and you did not want to draw any attention to your presence.

 You listened closely once more.

You heard Daemon let out another groan, “Skoros gōntan se giēñrȳī vestragon hen issa ondos?” (What has the maester said of my hand?)

Rhaenrya looked like she was running her hands through his hair, but then again you could not decipher the scene infront of you.

“Daemon, avy jorrāelan se nyke gaomagon daor jaelagon naejot ūndegon aōla ōdrikagon!” (Daemon, I love you so, but I wish not to see you hurt!)

“Issa fucking ondos” (my fucking hand) He snapped.

Rhaenrya sat up next to him looking tired and exhausted, and he laughed drunkenly, slurring his Valyrian “pōnta yne brōzā iā killer se jaelagon nyke naejot gūrogon iā ābrazȳrys.  qilōni kessa emagon nyke? zūgagon ondoso se issaros iksan sworn naejot mīsagon” (they call me a killer and expect me to take a wife? who will have me? feared by the person I am sworn to protect.)

“Killer?” you questioned to yourself.

“Ziry teptan ao tolī olvie milk hen se poppy” (They gave you too much milk of the poppy)

“kostagon ao naejot kipagon hemtubis Daemon?” (Can you ride tomorrow Daemon?)

“Ziry jittan se fucking vōljes, ziry gaomas daor jaelagon zirȳla hen hen zȳhon ondos!” ( He sent the fucking raven, he does not want her out of his hands)

 “qogralbar bona uēpa orvorta”(fuck that old cunt), it sounded like nonsense to you… you wondered if his slurs even made sense to Rhaenrya.

She sighed, sounding even more annoyed, “Kostagon ao udligon nyke?”(Can you answer me?)

“ā tubi ēza dar naet rēbagon se jaelzo zirȳl iēdrosu” (only a day has passed and he wants her)

“Gaelon zirȳlo”( I want her).

 

 His last line of speech was almost complete nonsense and you noted his eyes were rolled in the back of his head, it was out drawn-out vowels, that of which you weren’t sure held any meaning in that language.

Rhaenrya lifted herself from the bed until a hand, presumably Daemons grabbed her arm. “Daemon, I have no clue what you’re rambling about, whatever you are doing please stop

This is nonsense, I can hardly understand you! we need to go home-” He grabbed her hand and began muttered nonsense yet again, he pulled her close to him.

“Come to bed with me.”  He pulled her on top of him and placed a kiss on her head.

“No, no, no.” you back away from the door letting your back hit the wall, this was- just no. You had not spurned him this much, for him to turn to his niece? He was drunk yes, but- the very thought made you nauseated once more. You steadied yourself on the walls, slowly side stepping down the hall until you were far enough away to run. You found your room after wandering for the rest of the evening, you closed the door behind you and threw yourself on the bed.

Something went out, a flame inside you, and you fell on to the cushions of a couch.

your head fell into your hands…“What in the hell?”

An uncomfortable situation lead to a sleepless night.

Daemon woke up, unfortunately to the early morning rays of the sun shining directly in his eyes.

He groaned and turned his back to the sun. Groggy and definitely hung over, he sat up in- this was not his room he was quick you realize. Before he could mutter a word, a wet washcloth came in contact with his face. Daemon was too hung over to protest or fight, he turned his head to see Rhaenrya in the doorway, her chests and luggage being carried away by the servants and maids.

“Get up, we’re due back in Kings Landing” Rhaenrya spoke, rather too loudly for Daemon’s current condition. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he fell back into the bed.

Rhaenrya rolled her eyes and stomped toward his side of the bed, ripping off the comforter and blankets “Daemon Get Up, You Have To Fly Y/N Home!”  she shouted.

Daemon rolled onto his stomach burying his face deep into the pillow. Rhaenrya shook her head, pissed off, and smacked his head sending him shooting upright.

“Take her! I will remain here!” He snapped.

She looked at him as if he was the stupidest man alive, “You have the double rider saddle! Syrax has already been befitted with the luggage!” she grabbed the towel from his lap and threw it over his head once more, smacking him the face even harder.

“Y/N’s belonging are packed, so are yours, we leave in an hour.” she stated firmly as she walked with heavy heels to the doorway.

 Before she left, she turned to the soiled prince in frustration. “I have no idea what has gotten into you, you’ve ruined the kitchen and the cellar, the halls reek of spoiled wine and the servants are displeased! You spent the night in my bed, droning on about God knows what- I’m the one who should be weary! Get. Ready.”

The thundering slam of the door pounded into Daemon’s head. It must have awoken something in him. He shot out of the bed, stumbling past armchairs, dry heaving.

He ran to the first thing he could find, an ancestral urn, and he heaved as he threw up violently. Nothing but the dark red color of wine filling the urn.

Daemon leaned on the center table, trying find his balance, attempting to adjust to the sunlight and the world itself spinning around him. Caraxes will have to do most of the navigating this trip home.

He grabbed the urn again, tilting it to view the contents inside, which prompted him to vomit again, but more profusely. His memory of last night was slowly coming back to him in bit and pieces, and he ran his hands down the length of his face in exasperation, blinking hard trying to focus his vision.

He scowled and set the urn back in its place muttering a low apology to whomever rest inside.

Daemon just prayed it would be overcast for the flight home.

You felt a hand shake your shoulder and your eyes fluttered open to see Rhaenrya standing about you.

“Rhae, what is going on?” you asked tiredly rubbing you fist against your still half-closed eyes.

“We’re leaving today, Y/N” she stated pulled her hand from you.

You looked at her confused, “What about the horse back riding?”

Her eyes held a sadness that you couldn’t describe, “We been commanded back to Kings Landing”

You sat up and threw your legs over the side of the bed, “What happened?”

Rhae paced herself to the door and gave you a sad smile back, “Under the King’s request advised by the Hand, he would he like us to return home immediately.”

You frowned and nodded, “May I seat with you?”

Rhae shook her head, “Daemon has the double saddle, I’ve had your things backed with Syrax, Daemon should be up within the hour”

The frown did not fade, “Okay..”

Rhae looked down feeling your sadness in a way, but not for what she may think.

“I’m sorry this trip came to such an abrupt end; we can convince my father to let this happen again.” she softly closed your chamber door leaving you to dress in private.

You dressed yourself with what you had worn the previous night, your black dress with dark grey embroidery, though you slept (not for long) your hair was still styled in the way of the Targaryen’s and looked undisturbed. A servant guided you to the shores of the beaches and you saw Syrax flying off in the distance.

Caraxes had been readied to depart by the dragon keepers and was howling loudly in anticipation, You walked the beach with your you arms crossed hugging yourself in an attempt to comfort yourself for the awkward situation to come. You kept your eyes locked on the ground in front of you, this was going to be strange, you were pretty sure of what you had seen last night. Even thinking about it almost drew tears to the surface of your eyes.

Daemon was leaning against Caraxes with his head bowed. The dragon keeper called for his attention in Valyrian, Daemon perked his head up and replied, waving the keeper off. You didn’t make eye contact- you couldn’t, not without breaking into tears.

Daemon pushed himself off Caraxes, in his motions you could tell that he must’ve been feeling the consequences of last nights bender.

His hand wrapped in a cloth that was dirtied with dried blood. Daemon walked towards you, his steps quick to approach, and as he did your eyes stay glued to the beach’s sand.

This wasn’t overlooked by him, he noticed the change in your manner compared to the giddy excited woman he took on her first dragon ride yesterday, and for that he blamed himself.

He approached you, instead of joyfully throwing you over his shoulder, instead of flashing a smile, he came to you stone faced and vacant. You looked up at him, mimicking the same emotionless face. He looked tired, his eyes, usually clear, were blood shot from the heavy drinking and his hair was unbrushed but pulled back as usual.

It was a strange parallel, you looked clean and kempt, your hair still perfectly in place… and he, disheveled, dirty, his shirt stained with the darkness of wine, he smelled of it.

He tilted his head to Caraxes and you immediately registered the gesture and began to follow behind him.

Not even the high screeches of the scarlet beast broke your unshowing expression.

When you came next to the beast Daemon called out, “Dohaeragon zȳhon, Caraxes.” And Caraxes extended his fore wing out to you as Daemon gave a gesture with his eyes, from you to the saddle.

You felt nothing but sadness  as you came to the realization that he did not want to romp around and he didn’t feel comfortable even putting his hands on you. Had what you suggested stunted all emotion for you, all physical contact? You nodded at him, climbing up the dragons arm as it’s groans and heavy breaths filled your ears, straddling the back saddle. Daemon exhaled loudly before pulling himself up the dragon’s side to sit infront of you.

You sat unsure of what to do, did he not want you to touch him? Would he become upset if you did as you did yesterday? Inside your mind you panicked and peered down at your hands, frozen.

 Daemon unclipped a long leather strap from one of the reins and pulled the length of it into a small pile in front of him. You glanced up at him seeing that what he had looked similar to a large belt. Confusion overplayed your stone face but immediately vanished once you understood what he was doing. He turned his body and wrapped the large strap behind your back and continued to circle around to his front, tightening and clasping both of you together.

Was he…this disgusted with you because of your implication of him? From a simple question? He didn’t use a strap on your ride here yesterday, something inside you wanted to break down. You wanted you cry, you wanted to sob, to bury your face into him and beg his forgiveness and tell him you were sorry. But if he could be so cold to you now… it may not even matter if you apologized, he may not ever breathe in your direction if you did.

The silent man in front of you ran his hands along the length of his face while letting out a long breath before shaking you from your mind, “Soves.”

Your body jerked from side to side as Caraxes ran along the length of the beach, he jumped and spread his wings catching the winds easily. You closed your eyes and gripped the lip of the saddle, fearing you might actually fall off until a hand reached yours.

Daemon grabbed your hand pulling you into his back and wrapping your arm around him. Caraxes leveled with the sky after fighting the winds whipping off the shores and he let your arm retract back to your side.

It was a five-hour ride back, Daemon was silent the entire time slightly hunched and unmoving, but you weeped quietly letting the furious winds wipe your silent tears away. You let out no sound, no whimpers or choked sobs, you matched Daemon’s silence but not his expression.

Daemon, the hungover prince whom had been given a gracious amount of milk of the poppy the night prior.. for his hand, unknown to you, was actually passed out and unaware of your distress.

He sat hunched but upright, his eyes had closed the moment he let go of your hand.

It felt like an eternity sitting above the clouds in silence until the structures of Kings Landing became visible. A feeling of dread washed over you. What was worse? This feeling of despair and guilt or the feeling of your uncle’s rule over your life? You couldn’t decide- but it didn’t matter, like always it was not your choice.

Caraxes screeched and Daemon’s eyes shot open, and he drew a sharp breath in. You noticed he pulled the reins tightly guiding Caraxes towards the Dragon pit. He circled the dome before coming to a hard landing, one that send you crashing into Daemon’s back causing him to grunt.

The dragon keepers yelled commands in High Valyrian and Caraxes laid down to their demands. Daemon let out a strain groan while he unfastened himself from you. You remained quiet as he did so, shrinking into yourself. Daemon tossed the strap to the ground carelessly and threw his legs over the saddle. He jumped off the high back of Caraxes hitting the ground with a loud thump followed by an abrupt series of curses

“Someone help her down!” he shouted as he walked away from the crowds of dragon keepers. He glanced back at you as the keepers helped you down from the large beast and frowned inwardly and turned around to the direction of Flea Bottom.

You pushed passed the keepers and saw Daemon’s small form in the distance, you felt the tears blur your vision as he walked further away and soon out of distance.

“I ruined it… didn’t I?” you cried to yourself shaking your head letting the tears run down your face.

“That’s okay, this is okay.” You wiped your tears with your hands, this was going to be the new normal and like everything in your life you had no choice but to accept and adapt to it.

Your escort came to quickly collect you and bring you to your Uncle, who was waiting for your outside the gates of the keep.

A solider helped you from the carriage and you thanked him looking over to your Uncle.

“Did you enjoy your venture?” He questioned, a hint of suspicion lingering in his voice.

“Yes Uncle, it was pleasant.” He nodded at your reply.

“Im glad to hear, we are pleased to have you home Y/N.” Otto motioned for you to follow him through the gates into the castle.

“I do hope you conducted yourself as a proper maiden.” He turned to you. Your brows knitted together in confusion. What has his insinuation?

“I don’t understand uncle… what do you mean?” He glared at you and stopped walking, being quick to look around to see if there were any passersby.

“You think of me as dim, niece? Do you think of me as a blind man?” his voice was stern…angry almost.

Nervously you shook your head, “N-no Uncle. I’m sorry I don’t- I don’t know what you mean.”

He lunged forward and clasped your cheeks in between his hand, forcing you to meet his close cold stare. “You know what I mean, child” he growled, “If you let him soil you maidenhood-“

You pulled away from his grip bewildered. “No!” you yelled with wide eyes.

Otto glared knives through you and finally narrowed his gaze, “Go to your quarters. Your meals will be brought to you, do not leave unless I instruct your cousin to escort you.”

You stared him down hard, your eyes not leaving his, your brow furrowed and your fists balled tightly.

He turned away from you, swiftly gesturing you off with a wave of his hand. As he turn his back to you, you sneered with disgust, but a part of you wished his accusation had been true.

12 days passed and you had not seen the prince, he was absent from the corridors, the gardens, the tea rooms, and the vast libraries. Were you seeking him out? It felt as if you were... but also weren't, these were places you frequently regularly.

You enjoyed the intricate and intimate murals and etchings in the large stone corridors, the tea rooms smelled of a floral incense and sage with lighting that calmed your mind, and you loved the vast fables and tales written in the knowledge of the library.

No.. you weren't actively seeking Daemon out. Especially not because of the tender moment he and you shared under the stars of Dragonstone.

But where was he? Rhaenrya knew not of his location, or maybe she did and refused to tell, but either way each person you inquire to about the prince left you without a breadcrumb trail to his whereabouts. Caraxes had not left the Dragon pit since your return.

As you sat alone in the gardens, reading a tale taken from the library a realization can clear in your mind.

"He does not want me close and he may not want my company at all"

You inwardly scolded yourself,  "you're an idiot, you over stepped a fine line and look what it is causing you"

Sighing you closed the book, you looked around the lush garden sprung to life with different colors of poppies, lilies, asters, roses, and malvales. Servants quietly made there way down the cobblestone pathways aligned with neatly trimmed brush and bushes.

A part of you wished to confide in your cousin of the deepening sadness you felt, but, she did not favor Daemon in the slightest, she practically despised him at best. She thought of Daemon as a vagabond, whom took advantage of people to get what he wanted, no matter who he had to bring down to get it. She questioned you of your travels as she visited your chambers the night of your return. You had this deep feeling that she was trying to get information out of you…courtesy of Otto Hightower.

"Did he hurt you?"

"No.."

"Did he lay his hands on Rhaenrya?"

"He did not."

"You promise did not sully the honor of you and Rhaenrya?"

You cringed at the question, though you had seen Daemon and Rhaenrya laying in her bed, it was not of a sexually intimate nature, she was clothed Daemon was… semi clothed and speaking high Valyrian.. a language unfortunately you could not decipher. But he did kiss her, albeit on the forehead. Though.. you had your doubts.. he did ask her to come to bed with him, but you retreated no wanting to bear the pain any longer,  a pain of which weighed heavily on your heart and mind.

You left room for no hesitation in your response , "I promise Alicent, he is not the monster you think, he was nothing but cordial to Rhaenrya and I"

Her eyes stared at you , as if she was putting you under a looking glass, almost as if she was waiting for a notion of a lie. She broke eye contact and sighed in relief throwing her arms around you for a tight hug. You hesitantly wrapped your arms under hers returning her gesture of relief, but you were unsure... of this situation.

Otto of course disfavored Daemon, it was blatantly obvious from out bursts in council meetings and the outburst at the court the other day. This only tugged at your suspicion towards your uncles intentions.

Yes, there was something off.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I- I just am worried, Father tells me of his atrocious actions and- I fear him and his affiliation with Rhaenrya... with you"  she pulled away from you taking your delicate hands in hers.

You forced a smile, the most genuine one you could muster, one that would hide your suspicions.

"Thankyou cousin, I'm glad have you and Uncle looking out for my safety".

Daemon couldn't have been involved with the fires of flea bottom.. could he?

He wouldn’t have anything to gain by dragging his name through the mud, but your uncle would benefit heavily from Daemon’s dismissal from the castle, the court especially.

But Daemon was seen in the area of the fires…

No, Daemon said to you himself, he swore to you on his honor that he would not endanger the commoners like that. If Otto was involved, then this was treason! But what if he wasn't? The mention of an accusation by your mouth could easily be considered treason from your mouth, putting you in danger. It was like you were stuck between a rock and a hard place.

You could go to Rhaenrya and offer the probing curiosity behind the fires of Flea Bottom- that by some chance you finally had a hunch in who may know more.. but there was the chance that she could tell Alicent your assumptions, and your Uncle would be furious with you. That was a chance you wished not to take, gods only know what punishment or he would cast upon you.

Locked away in a tower?

Exiled without any fortune?

What if he sold you to the slavers?

Death?

All of that was off the table.

"You seem troubled, my Lady"

You gasped, dropping your book, gazing at the source of the sound,.

"Oh, hello Larys, I-I’m sorry, I'm just deep in thought from my readings" you feigned a smile leaning over to pick up the book.

He was the youngest of Lionel Strong’s male heirs, quiet, quaint, a black sheep of the family as you recall your uncle saying. He wore an iron cast around his disfigured stump foot that made his foot falls easily distinguishable. He was weird, but kind to you, offering you strange advice occasionally in the form of metaphors and riddles.

"A maiden in thought is one in distress they say." he mumbled taking a seat on the bench next to you.

"I distress over this book!" You laugh, "not one story I grasp seems to end happily for all, only terribly for one and extravagantly for the other"

Larys nodded and rested his chin on the know handle of his walking cane.

"Yes, it seems life can only favor one party at a time, not all can be satisfied" he mused.

Why was he here?

"I understand you've been in pursuit of a certain white haired prince as of late,"

Is that why he was engaging you? Had he known Daemon's whereabouts?

Your smile fell from your face and a serious expression replaced it in an instant.

He continued on lazily, " I hear of whispers the prince has taken to the street of silk, venturing on many endeavors."  His eyes drifted to your emotionless face, his brow raised with a deadly curiosity.

You cast your gaze you the ground, trying so utterly to keep your calm and steady composure, tightly pursing your lips as you put two and two together.

He was whoring.

There is no other reason to lurk the streets of silk other to bed someone in a back alley or low town brothel.  No other reason than for men to dip their cocks and cum into a woman, nothing but to thrust themselves into whatever hole may have them for a cheap price.

You felt you heart sink, the disappointment was prominent across your features over casting your natural beauty.

"Why do you tell me this?" You mustered calmly through your clenched jaw.  Larys sits up and clears his throat, "you wish to visit the prince? Do you not have questions regarding his crimes...Lord Hightowers possible crimes?"

Your heart pounded, ice water felt like it rushed through your veins, this was the first time Larys seemed so intimidating, a stalker, a spider watching your every movement, he was a predator.

You played coy but stern, "I have no clue what crimes you insinuate my father or Daemon to be involved, I'm surprised Larys.. such accusations- assumptions could easily be conceived at treason against the crown. Wouldn’t it be a shame if this conversation was heard and returned to the ears of Lord Hightower?" your narrowed eyes glared to his, but you were smiling, letting him know that you will not be toyed with.

He must have taken the hint clearly and stood up, fumbling but soon steadying himself on his iron club foot. A move you chalked down to him playing weak, possibly trying to tug at your sympathies.

"I mean no such harm, but if you wish to see the prince..." he held out a small a piece of paper of paper to you, "then go to him, my lady."

You held back the instinct to scowl in disgust and snatched the paper from his hand, "Good day to you Larys." you seethe grabbing your book and turning on your heel exiting the now spoiled beauty of the gardens.

"What a...." You thought for a second, for the right word you come to mind, and you felt yourself smile.

"Fucking cunt"

You locked your chamber door behind you, as you walked quickly to your bed you searched around the area, double checking that there was nobody lingering that could seen you unravel the piece of paper.

Drawn on the paper was a map, specifically a map of the street of silk. Covered with squares made to represent the building and structure, and in one of there squares was a red X.

You wanted to see him badly, you wanted to plead to him that you were sorry, that you missed him, his touch, his voice, his snide comments, and remarks. You wanted to tell him he was good, no matter what his past held, that you wanted- no you yearned for his company.

It broke your heart that he was gone and you needed him to know to come back..come back before-

“A fortnight..” you whispered to yourself, 14 days before he’s betrothed… if he hasn’t chosen someone already.

You waited for night fall before throwing on a black hooded robe and making your way on to the streets on silk with a map in hand. You pulled up your hood and began to search around for the building on the map with the X, the name of the establishment gave away that it was a run-down hostel that doubled as an ale house, “The Sleepy Drunk”.

The streets were crowded with oceans of people, beggars, postitues, performers, and oddlings. Thought there were a few helpful people you met along the way, pointing you in the direction you needed to go and wishing you a safe travel. You stepped over bodies passed out in the street, observing if any of them where Daemon.

“what if he wish not to see me? What if he’s entertaining a prostitute…what if that’s all he’s done since he left?” Your heart sunk deeper than before imaging you walking into a room just to see Daemon on top of some random woman.

You soon came across the Ale House looking down at your map and up to the sign to verify that is was the place. Usually a woman would be questioned of what she is doing in a dingy place, she’d be putting herself in danger of encountering a drunken rapist or murder…or both accounting to your uncle. But as you passed the threshold, not a single soul noticed you. The men kept carrying on singing drunkenly, women serve ale in a state of undress, and more men where arm wrestling while their audience cheered them on. You scanned the room for someone still briefly within their sense and approach the bar tender.

“Aye, women work not drink here” The man gruffly stated not looking at you and continued to sand down his counter top to be washed.

“I don’t come to drink, I came here for a white haired man who may look…” you were starting to like this double life “ like pig shit.”

This caused the man to chuckled and he looked up at you, “Ah, I know who you mean, down the hallway first door on your left”

You happily nodded, and slipped a gold coin from your pocket on to the counter. You paced yourself slowly down the hallway, heart pounding in your ears and throbbing behind yor eyes. Afraid of the situation to come. Was he fucking some whore, was he bedded with another beloved, was he even alive? You sent your hand on the door and took a deep breath, finally pushing it open.

You stepped into the shabby room, cement walls that looked as if they were glazed with humidity, uneven stone floors where covered in filth, and the candles lighting the room did the aesthetics no justice. But there was no whore, no, jst a cot thrown in the corner a lump of blanket and pillows covering a person, whine bottles and empty cups scattered along the bedside. You stared with serious eyes and a deadpan expression, was this the right place?

You tip toed around the mess to the side of the bed, yes, there was a person covered in many tattered and torn blankets, with a pillow covering the persons face. You held your breath drawing out a shaky hand and removed the pillow to expose.. a sleeping Daemon.

His eyes closed and mouth slightly agape, his breaths steady and consistent but not a snore. You breathed out and put your hand to his shoulder giving him a slight shake.

 

He grumbled but didn’t open his eyes, so you shook him again- a little harder. He gave the same response but rolled on to his side. You rolled your eyes and with two hands shook him harshly.

 

Daemon turned over quickly sitting up “I said fuck off!”

 

You flinched falling backwards on to your ass with your mouth hung open in shock. His eyes went wide and the both of you stared at each other, your eyes peering into his lilac purple ones.

“Y/N?” he squinted hard trying to make out your form. He blinked a few times to clear his vision to see it was you. You had come to the most dangerous area’s of Kings Landing… putting yourself in danger, for him.

You couldn’t hold back, you launched yourself at him in a tight hug. Daemon couldn’t even react as he fell back on the cot, you on top of him, he in shock. He wasn’t sure if this was real at first until he felt your warmth seep though his soiled clothes.

You felt his arms slowly wrap around the small of your back. The warmth of his arms immediately sending goosebumps up your spine.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and your body began to shake with silence sobs

“D-Daemon” you whimpered softly.

 His eyes darted around the room, still unsure if this was real or just some sort of hallucination due to acute alcohol poisoning.

“Why did you come here?” he asked. His voice was hoarse, and he sounded tired- exhausted, as if he hadn’t slept for two weeks.

You pulled away from him, blushing hard realizing you were straddling him, quickly you fixed yourself next to him. You wiped your face and sniffled, “I’m sorry- Im sorry for assuming that- that- Im sorry I accused you of the fir- res, I haven’t seen you in weeks, Pl-please Daemon I miss you, and -”

Daemon leaned forward crashing his lips you yours. Your eyes went wide, and he brought a single hand up to cup your cheek as you reciprocated the kiss, melting into him and letting your lips move in sync with his.

He pulled away, bringing his bandaged hand up to cup your other cheek. His eyes gleamed in the candlelight and his voice was soft as he spoke, “I want you.”

You were confused, in want manner did he want you? But you received your answer with his words to follow.

“Y/N, be my betrothed, be my wife”

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Unconditional

GIF NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): Modern!au / College/Uni!au / Mob!au / Chubby!Aegon Fandom(s): House of the Dragon (TV show) Pairing(s): Aegon Targaryen x fem!reader Summary:  When Helaena's 'friend' suddenly comes into the picture, something about her draws Aegon in. Even when signs point to run as far, far away as he can. Warning(s): Ooc Aegon? He's a poor little insucure Meow Meow / Mob-related violence / Name calling (positive?) / Aegon has mommy issues but we already knew that / overprotective Aemond / whiney Aeg / slight Sub!Aeg / Smut? P in V (only brief) / unprotected devil’s tango [Masterlist] [Moodboard] [Teaser] [Playlist] [Instagram profiles]

Aegon is cold, wet, and overall grumpy. He missed breakfast this morning because he slept in, all thanks to his hangover. "When is this friend of yours supposed to come, Hel?"

Both Helaena and Aemond roll their eyes annoyed. They have been standing outside waiting for five minutes while it slowly started to rain. Aemond told him to bring a jacket or umbrella, but Aegon just laughed and said umbrellas are for wimps.

Aemond looks down at his older brother with a smug grin as he angles his black umbrella so that droplets fall on Aegon's head.

At that moment, a flashy sports car comes speeding around the corner and stops in front of their feet. A window rolls down and loud phonk music pours out.

A woman ─ you ─ leans over and smiles widely at Helaena, "hey, sugar tits. You wanna have a good time?"

Both the Targaryen boys' eyes grow wide. How dare someone talk like that to their sister? Aemond is ready to throw some fists but is stopped by Helaena giggling in glee.

She opens the car door and falls on the seat with a smile. "Do you even know what a good time is slut?"

Unsurely, the two brothers also get in the car and before they are buckled in, the car speeds away.

While Helaena grabs your phone and changes the music, Aegon studies you through the mirror. A careless smile adores your face as his sister switches the music to something more to her taste, eyes flicking between the road and the girl next to you.

Aemond is the first of the brothers to speak up. "How do you two... know each other." He raises an eyebrow as he looks sceptically at you. 

You make eye contact with Aemond's single eye. "We took the same class in our first year before I─"

The loud grumbling of Aegon's stomach interrupts your sentence, making you look at him through the rearview mirror. 

"Sorry", mumbles Aegon in embarrassment. His cheeks colour bright red as he lays a hand on his belly.

"Are you okay, Darling?"

The concern surprises the white-haired man. He has never met a person who ─ immediately after meeting someone ─ shows so much concern. Not even his mother does it, and she's been 'caring' for him for almost twenty-six years. 

Aegon shakes his head. "N-no... I just haven't eaten yet."

A frown grows on your face. "You have to eat well, Darling. Do you need me to stop somewhere? There is a Taco Bell not far from here."

The three Targaryen siblings are baffled. Helaena is used to you wanting to take care of everybody around you, but this is new. Never in the years she knows you has she seen you immediately being so... you to anyone so quickly.

While Aegon sputters and stumbles over his words, claiming that he's okay, he has a pizza in the fridge waiting for him, Aemond's eye darkens. Something's off about you. He knows that. And it's not for the fact that you're kind to his brother.

It's for the fact that your knuckles have bandages messily taped over them, blood seeping through the gauze on the inside. Is that why you were late?

Your eyes meet Aemond's single on accident through the rearview mirror and you cock your head to the side. What's his problem? Ever since he set foot in your car, you have felt his glare on the back of your head.

You turn your attention back to Helaena, who's telling a story about that one asshole professor the both of you had in the first year. And how he hasn't changed in all those years.

"He then turns to this girl who sits in the front row and says: 'that means that one of your ancestors was a bastard from Dorne, seeing as your last name is Sand'. I swear this girl would burst out in tears the way he said." Helaena angrily folds her arms over each other with a huff.

You shake your head. "Prof Rys never had chill. I bet he is a bastard himself or something, the way he acts about them."

Before Helaena can retort back, Aemond buts in.

"What do you do, exactly?", he snarks, "if you're not going to uni, what do you do?"

"Aemond!", scolds Helaena, turning around and whacking him on his head.

You laugh, "it's okay, Len. I own multiple clubs, bars, and pubs all around the country."

"And for that, you need bruised knuckles?" Aemond challenges you. You know that. He is searching for more, for something behind the curtain.

The cat gets filled with awkward tention while Helaena throws daggars at her brother.

"Oh would you look at that", you say in faux surprise, stopping in front of their building. "Look's like you're home." Your smile drops and you glower coldly at the youngest Targaryen sibling.

Aemond practically kicks the door open and scowls inside the building, his hands in his pockets. Helaena apologises to you embarrassed.

"It's okay, love. He clearly hasn't had his day. We text?"

"We text." She squeezes your hand before getting out.

You roll down the passenger's window and smile at Aegon, who stands behind his sister. "Remember to eat, yeah darling?" He nods meekly, wetting his lips.

Winking at the siblings, you close the window and speed off. You've got a text from Harwin saying the scumbag talked. You wonder if it was before or after breaking his kneecaps.

That night, Aegon lays on his back, staring at the ceiling while his mind is on you. There is something so... mesmerizing about you. If it is the way your hair falls, how your eyes shined when you talked to him, or how you carelessly smiled with Helaena, he doesn't know.

A smile grows on his face as he turns around, fist gripping one of the many extra pillows on his bed. Oh, how he wishes he can see you again soon.

A couple days later Aegon sees his sister standing in the doorway of her room, checking out her outfit from afar. "How do I look?", she asks as she spots Aegon through the mirror.

"Like a pigeon."

Helaena rolls her eyes. As usual, very helpful. 

"Where are you going?" Aegon follows her around the room with his eyes while she searches for a pair of high heels and a bag.

"Y/n has invited me to hang around the VIP section of The Graveyard."

A sudden flutter goes through his body and stops in Aegon's stomach, buzzing around like a kid on a sugar high. "Y/n?"

"I rather have the two of you not go out tonight", grumbles Aemond from the hallway and turns his phone around for them to read.

THE STRANGER STRIKES AGAIN. DIRTY POLITICIAN FOUND DEAD. 

Helaena dry heaves as Aegon stares in disgust at the photo the article has provided of the politician. All his fingers are cut off and stuffed in his mouth. The word RAT is carved in his forehead in big, bold letters while his mouth is sewn shut. The article states that The Stranger has published multiple documents online exposing the politician, who has stolen millions from the sick and poor. 

Many, many years ago, during medieval times The Seven were worshipped as Gods. Through the years, they turned into mob and mafia bosses but all fall under The Father. He is the most powerful, from money to influence. People have suspicions that it is a politician or judge.

The Mother has the pharmaceutical industry in her pockets, as well as almost all the hospitals and clinics in the country. The Warrior owns the totality of the armies and all the cops. 

Most, if not all, real estate is from The Smith. Most of the projects in development get money from him. The Maiden, for not that long, has ownership over the sex work. It's said since she has taken hold of the industry it has gotten a lot safer for those who work in brothels and clubs.

The Crone keeps the cultural aspect of society alive. She makes sure that libraries, concert halls, and theatres keep their doors open and that people can learn and grow.

At last, is The Stranger. They have no 'official' business, but rather they are the executioner of The Seven. They make people disappear, get information out of someone with rather... interesting methods, or silence them.

To everybody in Westeros, this is common knowledge. Everyone also knows that they shouldn't mess with The Seven. The politician is a perfect example. What isn't known, is who those people are. Speculations are that for hundreds of years, the same families carry those titles, passed from parent to child.

Helaena ignores Aemond and continues to get dressed. "Nothing's gonna happen, Aem. It's least likely that The Stranger is going to strike again. And besides, I'm with Y/n."

Aemond pinches his nose bridge, sighing extravagantly. "That is exactly what I'm worried about. I don't trust her."

Aegon turns angrily to his brother. How dare he say that? He has only met you once and he already is so sure about his opinion of you.

"I don't care", she dares him, "I'm still going. And Aegon is going with me, aren't you?" His sister turns to him and looks with big eyes, motioning him to do as she says.

Aegon, all too glad to see you again, tries to contain his excitement with a short nod. "Yeah, since I have nothing better to do, I thought I would come with."

The tallest Targaryen sibling angrily huffs and turns around, stomping off. 

"Are you ready to go? the Uber is almost here... You're not wearing that, are you?" Helaena fixes the last of her makeup in the mirror before looking at him with raised eyebrows.

Aegon looks down at his clothes ─ a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt with holes. He hurries to his room and has a small crisis about what to wear. He knows what looks good on him. He knows what will get him girls to hook up with. But with you, he's not sure. For one, he does not want to just hook up with you.

Even though you're his sister's age, you are a woman. One who has lived in the real world for a while now. You're probably not interested in boys. Because that is what Aegon is; a college-aged boy. 

He's reminded of the fact when he walks into the Graveyard and sees you perched on a barstool in a black dress with a leg slit and your red-painted lips drawn into a teasing smile. You're entertaining a man with shoulder-length hair. Aegon can't see who it is since his back is turned towards him. But the man is broad and he for sure could break bones with ease.

Helaena wildly waves with her hands above her head and it gets your attention. The smile grows to that one of glee as you hop off the stool, making your way over to them.

Hugging Helaena, you close your eyes. "It's so good to see you! You look absolutely stunning!" You make Helaena do a twirl.

"You too! I am obsessed with this dress, oh my Gods! I hope you don't mind that Aegon came with? I texted you before we left."

Pulling your phone out of your bra, you check the messages that you missed. With a nod, you put the device back. "Oh yeah, I see... I had a meeting, so I put it on silent. Do you guys want anything to drink?"

You lead them up a pair of stairs that are closed off by a velvet rope and security opens it for you and them to pass through. 

As you all settle in the booth, you turn to the sibling pair. "It's 2000's night, so expect a lot of Timberland, Sean Paul, and Christina Aguilera."

You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn your head. Harwin. He looks at you in earnest before motioning for you to follow him with a nod. 

"If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back." You meet Aegon's eyes and smile at him. You stand up and squeeze his underarm. 

Harwin leads you to your office and you close the door behind you. He stands in the middle of the room, his fists balled and his lips tight. "How do you know them?"

You raise your eyebrows. "Who? Helaena and Aegon? What is it to you?" Walking towards your desk, you lean against it.

"They... they're-" Harwin sighs, running a hand over his face. "They are no good. Helaena is the best of the lot, but Aegon and Aemond... You need to stay away from them."

Pushing off the desk, you go stand in front of him, tilting your head up so you can look him in the eyes. "How do you know that?"

Harwin hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words. "My wife's their half-sister. Her father re-married and out came them. There is also another one, but he's in Oldtown. They're all spoiled brats!"

With a deep inhale, you try to put all the information in the right order. So... Harwin's in-laws are the age of his own children? But they're all biologically connected? What in the world...

"And what is so wrong about Aegon? He seems quite lovely."

The man grabs both of your hands in a fatherly matter, a sorry look on his face. "Don't do this to yourself. I know that look, it was the same one your father had in his eyes after meeting our mother."

Before you can protest, he hushes you. "He's a boy, Y/n. He parties until he almost has alcohol poisoning, sleeps around with no regard for their feelings, and loves getting in trouble."

Pulling your hands back, your face hardens. "I get that you and your family have their judgements about them, but Helaena's been nothing but a good friend to me so I won't let you talk about her brother like that. You are not my father, Harwin. He's dead and I've been taking care of myself for all these years, so I don't need you to start doing that now."

You turn around and walk briskly out of the office, leaving your second-hand man in the middle of the room.

How dares he? You get that he wants to look out for you, but he's out of line. You can judge for your own if Aegon is truly what Harwin says he is. You don't need his prejudice to swarm your judgement.

Besides, you know that you can't take this too far. Aegon is an innocent civillian. You can't pull him into your world without being sure he's one hundred per cent okay and ready to face it. It's all innocent fun, right?

You take a deep breath before you go sit back in the booth where you left Helaena and Aegon. Only Helaena is gone and has left Aegon on his own. He looks up from his phone with big eyes, but a smile grows on his face once he sees it's you. 

"Where's Hel?", your question, looking around to maybe spot her.

Aegon puts his phone in his pocket, focusing on your face. "She went to grab something to drink but she got distracted and is dancing. Look, right there." He points towards the crowd, but when he notices you're looking to the wrong side, Aegon grabs your hand and guides your pointer finger to where his sister is twirling around.

You laugh out loud at the sight of Helaena totally minding her own business, oblivious to the many stares she's getting.

"Do you also want to dance?" You turn to face Aegon. What you didn't realise is while Aegon helped you to point to Helaena, your faces are practically next to each other. Now that you turned your head, your noses almost touched.

Aegon's cheeks turn a violent prink as he doesn't know what to do. Normally he would have taken the chance to kiss the girl, but he doesn't dare to do that to you. You're far too beautiful to just kiss so carelessly.

You don't wait for his reply and just pull Aegon to the dance floor. At first, he's awkward and doesn't know what to do. You grab his hands and place them on your middle.

"I love this part", you say as the music slows down. Your lips are touching his ear shell. Was it a seducing technique? Who knows.

Aegon feels that the time, like the song, slows down as he watches you dance with your eyes closed and smile. The multiple coloured lights dance over your face and give you an ethereal glow. 

His hands on your waist tighten their grip and pull you flush against his body. Your eyes open and watch how he smiles much more confidently than all the times before. It widens your own and you two sway from side to side together, feeling the music. 

Aegon twirls you around, and it earns a giggle from you. "Where is this sudden confidence comming from?", you ask as you lay both of your hands on his chest. You feel his heart beat rapidly under your right hand and it tells you that he's maybe not as confident as he looks. "It's cute."

"Is it good cute or bad cute?" He cocks his head to the side, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

You pretend to think for a moment. "It's cute."

Aegon smiles amused, you're flirting with him. He's at a loss for words, so he's saying the first thing that comes across his brain. "Ha- have I already told you how beautiful you look?" 

There is something so endearing about Aegon, you decide then and there.  He gets a spurt of confidence but then he just forgets it. So suddenly. He eyes you shyly through his lashes all while putting on the most blinding and radiating smile you've ever seen.

You spend hours dancing together, him twirling you around and jumping up and down. You don't even notice your heels are killing you until you take a moment to sit back down and drink something.

Groaning, you slip out of your shoes and pull your feet up on the seat, so they're not touching the nasty ground. Aegon comes back with two glasses of something and slides next to you. He grabs your feet and pulls you close to him.

And you two just talk. About everything and nothing. Especially life.

"Excuse me, how many times did you say?", you ask baffled.

Aegon grins sheepishly. "Yeah... I'm on my tenth major right now. The uni allows it because dad's a huge benefactor of the school."

You lean back. "So... y'all rich?"

"I-I wouldn't call us ri-rich. We're comfortable..." His cheeks colour a bright red as he stammers out.

A soft smile grows on his face. "It's okay, Aegon. There is nothing wrong with having more money than the average citizen. And also not with not knowing what to do once you hit uni age. Way too early we have to choose what we will do for the rest of our lives, in my opinion at least."

Aegon looks in wonder at the woman who sits next to him. They are almost the same age but she's so much wiser beyond her age. 

"Why did you drop out?" 

The sudden question surprises you. It also seems to surprise and embarrass Aegon as he shrinks in himself.

"I... dropped out because my father died", you begin, looking at the half-empty glass on the table and how the condensation slowly drips down, "I am- was his only child, so everything came down on me. I knew that I couldn't keep my father's legacy afloat while attending university, so I choose what was the best."

"Was it the best for you?", asks Aegon quietly, reaching for your hand.

You swallow the lump in your throat. "I don't know." It comes out in nearly a whisper, but he has heard it.

Aegon doesn't hesitate for a moment and pulls you in a hug, laying his head on your shoulder.

The hug goes as quickly as it comes, and you push him away. You don't know what to do, so you fake a jawn. "Oh gosh, I'm actually really tired. Do you want me to drop you off at your place?"

Aegon nods, defeated. He knows he has taken it a step too far. What was he thinking?!

You tell him to wait outside as you go seek Helaena. You return alone, telling him that Helaena said she would get back home on her own because she found a couple friends from uni.

The ride back to the Targaryen sibling's apartment is very quiet, apart from the radio playing some pop songs.

"Can I tell you a secret?", you say after a while. "I'm actually quite scared of driving in the dark."

Aegon turns to you with raised eyes. "If you want, I could take over?"

You shake your head. "Thank you, but it's okay. It has quite the irony, believe me. Most of my business is conducted in the dark, with all the clubs and bars and such. I have really bad astigmatism, but wearing glasses in this profession is pretty impractical."

The eldest Targaryen sibling nods, drumming along with the music. He watches the cars pass by, before turning his gaze towards you. He studies your face again, finding new exciting details. And they are the most mundane things. Like how you scan the road, looking ever so often in the rearview mirror.

It's every freckle and mole that adorns your face. Every dimple and scar. The way your nose is shaped. The little peach fuzz that he spots when your profile is lighted from behind.

"I sing."

"Excuse me?"

"I sing and hum when I am scared. When I drive alone, I put on Disney songs to keep my mind at ease." You admit, glancing at Aegon to gauge his reaction.

If there is one flaw you had to name about yourself, it would be your fear to drive in the dark. It's stupid, for a member of The Seven to be scared of driving when the sun is down, but too much bad shit happens at night.

A smile grows on his face. Aegon feels really special that you tell him this. Nobody ever tells him something personal. And he doesn't blame them. Normally he doesn't give a shit about other people.

But you aren't other people. At least not to him.

Nothing else is said for the remainder of the car ride to the Targaryen siblings' residential. And neither Aegon nor you feel the need to say something. A comfortable silence hangs between you two.

You pull up to the building, and Aegon undoes his seatbelt. "Thank you", he says, smiling shyly.

You reach over and kiss him on his cheek. "Have a good night, Darling."

His cheeks grow hot and he stumbles out of the car, waving at you as he fumbles his way inside the building. Once he is in the elevator, he leans against the wall and exhales loudly. He is so fucking in love with you.

Later that night, when Aegon lays in his bed, he stares up at his phone. He feels really bad that he's doing this. But after tonight, he can't stay away from you. So, he decides, he's going to find your Instagram account. He wants to start with searching your name, but there are way too many Y/n's to just do that. Plus, he doesn't know your last name.

Having a eureka moment, Aegon goes to his sister's account. You're sure to come by at some point.

Helaena follows over a million people, so there's no way he could find you in the pile. He does search your name but to no avail. He next tackles his sister's story highlights with her friends. You are sure to come by at one point.

He taps at rapid speed through the photos of his sister with her friends, their cousins and nephews. 

He once taps wrong and ends up on Aemond's Insta. Pretentious fucker, only posting 'aesthetic' pictures of himself, himself shirtless, or his stupid piano. Ugh.

Just as he wants to give up, there are you. You and Helaena hang off of each other, big smiles on your faces and a cig in between Hel's fingers. Your account is tagged as stragner. He never could have guessed that. 

The content also does not say a lot. Only 9 posts. Travelling photos, dropped coffee, a cute snowman, and embroidery. Huh, thinks Aegon, he would never have considered it. But at the same time isn't so strange to imagine you with an embroidery hoop.

His thumb hovers over the follow button. At the last second, he decides not to. Except he has a big ass thumb and accidentally taps on the button. 

Aegon jumps a metre in the air, throwing his phone across his room and hiding under his covers. Stupid stupid STUPID. He and his stupid fat fingers.

From across town, you lay curled up on the couch watching a series you meant to catch up on a while ago when your phone dings next to you.

You pick up your phone and when you see the notification, you're giggling like a little schoolgirl.

[INSTAGRAM] aegs started to follow you

How in the seven hells did he find you? You scroll through his account. The previous smile you had now grows even wider. He posts a lot of pictures of himself ─ not all even pretty but still endearing. A couple of memes pass by and also funny pictures of animals. It's charming.

Without hesitation, you press the Follow back button and throw your phone on the couch next to you, not daring to look if he sends you a dm or something.

Oh, how grateful you are Helaena convinced you to make an Insta account.

That night the both of you go sleeping with big ass smiles on your faces. Your cheeks still hurt the morning you wake up.

[aegs] Hey, idk if this is too forwards, but do you want to hang out some time? [aegs] Totally no pressure if you're too busy or anything

Aegon feels like an idiot. More than he normally is. He has debated the whole night about sending you a dm. You're a busy person who has probably better things to do than text with some guy.

He nearly chokes in his serial when he sees the notification flash by. You replied. You even liked his first message.

[stragner] Of course! Sounds fun [stragner] I am really busy tomorrow and the day after that, tho... But Thursday I'm free!

Thursday... Thursday... Is he free? Aegon checks his calendar to make sure he's one hundred per cent sure he has nothing else. He has classes, but he could ditch that. Wait... you wouldn't like him to do that. So he can't do that. 

[aegs] I do have classes, but after I'm fully yours!

Aegon cringes at his own desperation. Even though he feels anxious about your reply. 

Meanwhile, you type away, deleting some before deciding to not change anything and just send it.

[stragner] That sounds like a plan. Should I pick you up? I know this very pretty coffee place we could grab a cuppa

Putting your phone in your back pocket, you turn around and put on your game face. Harwin is holding a man up by his hair, his face swollen with bruises and a mix of blood, snot, and tears running down his face.

It was easy to lure the man. Putting your tits in his face while grinning down at him and he didn't see you putting drugs in his morning coffee.

Grabbing a pair of pliers, you approach the man. "I'll ask you one last time, nicely. Where did the shipment go?"

Snorting snot back, the man's bottom lip quivers. "I-I don't know! I did-didn't work that ni-night!"

"WRONG!" You motion for Harwin to hold down his hand and you yank out a nail. The man wails in pain while you study the nail. "You have nine more nails and I have all the time in the world. I will get the truth, even if it means I have to pull out all your toenails."

After the third nail, the man repents. "It was R'hllor! R'hllor stole the shipment!"

Pulling back, you look at the man. "R'hllor?"

He nods desperately. "Y-yes! R'hllor wants to make his way to Westeros! He has multiple politicians and police officers in his pocket!"

"It's such a shame...", you tut, grabbing his chin to lift his gaze to meet your eyes. "Such a shame that the only thing you can spew is old news, honey."

The man thrashes wildly against Harwin's iron grip as you move back to the station with all your tools, only to grab the jerrycan with gasoline. 

"Did you know", you begin as you pour the liquid onto the man, "in the olden days, ceremonies held for R'hllor involved fire. It was believed that, when staring into a flame, his followers would receive prophecies. Shall we check if it's true?"

Striking a match, you let it dance in front of your face before you flick it towards the man, the gasoline catching on fire and burning the man in mere seconds. 

Harwin hands you a rag so that you can clean your hands, "so R'hllor's trying to expand out of Essos? Bossman won't be happy with this news."

You shrug. "When is he ever happy? Should we tell him before or after he had his breakfast coffee?" 

Both of you check your watches. 9:36 AM. "After", you both agree, making your way up the stairs of the basement, letting the man behind ─ still screaming and thrashing as the flames burn away at his skin.

Thursday morning stands Aegon in front of his closet in his underpants, hands on his hips while staring at his clothes. What is date appropriate but doesn't scream desperate? That doesn't scream 'please fuck me'. He's not that desperate... he thinks...

Aemond's head peeks through the crack of Aegon's door, his nose upturned. "Don't forget that Cole is picking us up after school to bring us to mum."

The eldest brother turns his eyes towards his brother. "What? Why?" 

"Dinner before the gala, remember dinkwad?" Aemond rolls his singular eye annoyed and slams the door after him.

Fuck... there goes Aegon's plans to woo you. He grabs his phone and quickly sends you a text.

[aegs] I am so sorry but I have to take a rain check on our date. Mum's suddenly expecting us this afternoon🙄

[stragner] Oh... [stragner] No worries tho. Another time?

[aegs] Yes! [aegs] Definitely! [aegs] I promise, scout's honour🤞

Aegon is annoyed. He could have spent his afternoon with you, enjoying time together. But instead, he's at home picking at his food while his mother gushes about Aemond and how great he is doing at school. Barf.

Picking at his food, his attention is pulled towards his mother. "I've had your suit sent to the dry cleaners. I expect you to be on your best behaviour tonight. So no flirting with guests, or eyeing the waiters."

Aegon lifts up one eyebrow annoyed while nodding, his eyes still focussed on his asperges. "I'll be on my best behaviour, mother."

The night has not yet begun and he's already annoyed. And it doesn't help that once he tries on his suit, it barely fits him.

Yes, Aegon knows that he let himself go the past years, but he always used to bounce back. But now, his stomach isn't as flat as it used to be and his sides are softer, rounder.

Helaena passes by his room and hears him huff. She peeks her head inside and sees him mentally struggling with his suit. She quickly goes to her own room and returns with a plastic bag. 

Aegon hears a knock and is surprised to see Helaena with a soft smile on her face. "I wanted to give you this on your birthday, but it seems like you need this now."

He hesitantly grabs the bag and pulls out a three-piece suit. It's a nice dark green colour. It looks and feels really expensive. "Thanks, Hel", he says, giving her a genuine smile.

A while later, all dressed and ready, Aegon follows after his family as they walk in fashionably late into the gala event. His father walks next to his mother, heavily relying on his cane. Aemond guides Helaena into the venue and that leaves Aegon to fend for himself.

He miserably stares into his wine glass, looking around the room with a curled-up lip. All these rich people pretend to care about whatever charity is hosting this gala while they just want to flaunt their wealth. It makes him sick. It makes him long for a simpler life, one without 

Aegon's eyes scan the room but halt on a figure standing with their back towards him talking with his half-sister and her husband. They are dressed in a simple, floor-length black dress with a slit and sheer red gloves that end just above their elbows. 

They throw their hair over their shoulder and Aegon swears his heart stops. It's you. And you have never been more beautiful. 

You throw your head back in a laugh and hit Rhaenyra's husband on his shoulder. No... it can't be... Aegon swore he vaguely recognised that man from the club. Since when does Rhaenyra's husband work for you?

Rhaenyra says something and he sees you turn around. As you spot him, a large and genuine smile grows on your face and you excuse yourself.

Aegon nervously straightens out his three-piece suit and does a quick breath check. 

"Don't you look like a handsome young man", you muse, reaching out and brush a stray hair out of his face. "The colour suits you well. Why don't you do a spin?"

He awkwardly turns on his heels, and you clasp your hands together. Aegon feels his cheeks heat up. "You look very pretty, Darling. Have they left you behind?

You motion with your head to his sister ─ who sits with their father, happily munching on a piece of cake ─ and his brother and mother ─ who look at you with their lips curled up.

Aegon groans softly, knowing what that means. And yup, as he suspected, his mother hightails over to him and you. Aemond's gaze trained on them like a hawk, a scowl on his face.

"Aegon who... is this?" Allicent does a once over, her eyes travelling up your figure, obviously judging. "Wait... I know you. Don't you work for Harwin Strong? 

You hold out your hand for her to shake with a confident smile and introduce yourself. "Actually, Harwin works for me, Mrs Targaryen."

This makes the woman's eyebrows raise in surprise, an unreadable look on her face. "My. Aren't you a bit young to be- what exactly are you?" 

A soft 'mom!' comes from Aegon, embarrassed. You grab his hand to let him know it's alright. "I own a security company, ma'am. I had to, unfortunately, take over the family business after my father's untimely passing. But I'm sure you must've already known this, being in-laws and everything." The smile you give Alicent is big and tooth-rottenly kind, in a fake way. 

"Well, it was nice talking to you." And with that, his mother turns away to go back to the table to sit next to her son. They angrily whisper to each other. Their glances and glares are quite obvious.

"I'm sorry-", begins Aegon, but you take his face in both of your hands, a worried look in your eyes.

"Are you okay, Honey?"

He nods sheepishly. You haven't called him Honey before, and it sends the butterflies in his stomach bustling. 

You sigh, fixing your gloves, and cock your head to the side. "To be honest, I'm pretty much done with all this peacocking. I do have to speak to a handful of people. What do you say? Want to join me before ditching this whole affair?"

You hold out your hand and Aegon takes it excitedly with a nod. You pull him around the room. And while you talk with people — which Aegon does not even have the care for to listen to the topics — you don't let go of him. Every time you have to shake someone's hand, you are sure to grab his arm with your other. Never losing contact.

And as you promised, in no time the two of you are in your car and speeding away from the event.

The way to your house is closer to his own apartment than Aegon thought. You drive the car into the underground parking and park the car in a marked spot with your apartment number.

You lead him to the elevator and scan a card before pressing a button. The doors close and Aegon feels the elevator move up.

The two of you stand next to each other, shoulders touching. Suddenly, you sign frustrated and whisper a ‘fuck it’.

As Aegon wants to turn to you and ask what is wrong, you grab him by his tie and smash your lips against his. The kiss is hungry, full of desperation and want. 

Aegon does not know what to do with his hands, holding them up in the air surprised.

You pull away from him, lipstick smutched. Your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips. With a sigh, you release the tie and take a step back. "I'm sorry. I should have asked." You hang your head down in shame. Damn you for assuming.

Aegon reaches out and pushes your chin up before connecting your lips again. This time in a softer manner. His hand goes from your chin to your cheek, before it ends up on your neck and pulls you flushed against him.

You hum satisfied, gripping his shoulders and lean in even more than you would have thought possible. You bite his bottom lip softly, releasing it with a pop.

A soft whimper leaves Aegon's lips as your own trail down the corner of his lips, to his yaw and sucking on his neck. He rolls his head to the side, giving you more access while his hand laces into your hair.

The elevator doors roll open and you pull away. Your lips are puffy and red, your chest rising rapidly as you watch Aegon come back from cloud seven. 

"Come on", you say and take his hand, leading him into your penthouse.

On the way to your bedroom, you've lost both your gloves and your high heels, while Aegon is on his bare feet and his tie hangs loosely around his neck. The jacket he wore is thrown somewhere your gloves also have ended up.

Reaching your bedroom, you push him down to your bed. Aegon leans back on his elbows. You push the straps of your dress down, and it lands on the ground. Aegon's eyes are transfixed on your boobs. They have to be the most perfect pair he has ever seen. And he has seen a lot.

"What is that?", he whispers with a smile, eyes fixated on the black strips holding up your boobs.

You roll your eyes, pulling the tape off your body. "You don't think my tits stay up by themselves, do you? Darling, gravity isn't the biggest fan of breasts."

Aegon sits up, pulling you closer to him by your hips. "I don't care, I like 'em." He presses a kiss above your belly button and smiles up at you.

You feel the heat creep up onto your face, and you look away smiling. "Shut up and get undressed."

"Yes ma'am", he smiles, and reaches for his blouse, but he hesitates.

You notice the quiver in his hands, and you reach out. "We don't have to be doing anything you don't like, Aegon. Just say the word and we can just chill on the couch."

But Aegon shakes his head, "no, I want this. I want you. But I'm... I'm scared you aren't going to like what you see."

Aegon knows his confidence is mostly an act to hide the fact that most days, he feels too fat and too lumpy.

With a shake of your head, you take his hands. "You could never disappoint me, Darling. May I..?" You refer to his shirt and Aegon nods.

Unbuttoning his blouse, you push the fabric off his shoulders. You take him in. Yes, his curves are round and his belly has faint stretch marks. But that makes him all more desirable to you. 

In a world that is harsh and rough, you need something soft.

"You're perfect", you whisper before kissing him again with much vigour. And this time, Aegon knows what to do. He wraps his hands around your sides and pulls you on top of him, a thick thigh between your legs. 

You hold his face as you grind against his thigh, creating friction on your core. Breaking the kiss, you moan out. Aegon lifts you off so he can shimmy out of his pants and underwear. You pull down your panties and fling them across the room.

Now that the two of you are finally naked — in Aegon's opinion — you crawl on his lap and reach for his penis. You squeeze him, swiping your thumb over his tip. Aegon moans loudly.

"Please", he whimpers.

"Please what?" You raise an eyebrow and pump him slowly

Aegon lifts his hips into your hand, "please- I- I- I can't! I have to feel you."

Taking pity, you let go of his cock and throw one leg over him, straddling him. You line up his dick and slowly lower yourself.

As you sink down on Aegon's cock, one hand gripping your hip and his other on a tit, with his head thrown back into the pillow in ecstasy, you don't notice a text flashing by on your phone screen.

[BOSSMAN] Enjoy your toy while it lasts

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Aegon II Targaryen///My Beautiful Flower

Warning: character death

Anonymous request: can i request a Aegon II targaryen where she gets sent to the kingdom to married the future king but she doesn't want to since she's in love someone who's a pinter but she ends up going and Arrangely she falls in love with him and marrying him so they end having kids could their kids be the one in the series but she's pregnant and so the king asks to find a pinter that can Paint him and his queen he wants to show everyone the love that he has for his queen BTW the king built a throne for his queen so she doesn't have stand by beside him when the pinter sees that girl that he is in love with moved on he ends up ending his life

You were the most beautiful woman in the world that's why every parent wants you to be the wife for their sons, but you always say no to them because you were already in love with someone with someone named Leo the painter

You knew your mother wouldn't approved since he's a lowborn Painter and your a highborn you always thought if all of the parents were like your mother not wanted their sons or daughters to be with someone lower than their status

The Queen Alicent have heard about your beauty when she asked to see you she was shocked to see that you were in fact the most beautiful person that she has seen she wanted you for her son

"I found a beautiful woman for you son." Alicent tells her son the Prince Aegon the second

"But Mother, I don't want to wed a stranger." Aegon said

She rolls her eyes, "her name is Y/n Y/l/n she won't be a stranger anymore because tomorrow she'll come for the betrothed ceremony."

"Do I have to?" He asks not clearly happy

"Yes, She's a highborn beside She's a beautiful lady She'll give birth to beautiful babies."

Leo and you were laughing and chasing each other. He picked you up to spin you around you let out a giggle, "I love you so much Y/N darlin."

"I love you too." You smiled as you pulled him into a kiss

"I've been thinking about our wedding." He tells you

"I've been thinking about it too. I can't wait to be wed to you. I can't wait to start a beautiful family." You beamed

"I just know you're going to be the most beautiful bride ever."

"Y/n get away from that low life." Your mother angrily tells you

"Mother, he's not a low life, he's my boyfriend soon to be my husband." You tell her back

"Who gave you the permission to date? Mostly, if he doesn't belong in our society." She barks

"Leo, please excuse us. I need to talk to my mother." You tell him with a smile

"Are you sure love? I can stay. " He glances at you then at your mother

"Are you deaf? My daughter said to leave." She barks again

"Okay, I'll leave no need to be rude about it. " He kissed your cheek "see you tomorrow love?"

You nod with a smile "see you tomorrow."

She says, "Sorry, sweetheart, but you'll never see Leo again."

You give her a confused look "Mother, what are you talking about?"

She smiles "the Queen asked for your hand in marriage for her son, Prince Aegon the second and I said Yes."

"Why did you say yes? I don't want to marry him." You tell her

"Because you're so gorgeous, you deserve to be the queen. I'm sorry but you have to marry him, the Queen wants it and so do I." She smiles

"But Mother, I want to marry someone because I love them, not because I have to." You bewailed

"You will learn to love him so much that you will forget this dwarf artist who will not give you a good life like Prince Aegon the second."

"Can I at least say bye to him?" You pleased

She shakes her head "no because I don't want you to run off with him so you'll just leave him a letter that I wrote for you."

You wanted to disagree with your mother because you wanted to say your bye to Leo in person. not in a letter. you wanted to explain everything to him in person. not on paper, but you knew that you couldn't fight with your mother so you did agree with the letter

"Are you excited to start a new life as the Queen honey?" Your mother asked

"I guess so." You give her a sad smile

She gives you a hug "I know it's hard but you'll learn to love him."

"I'm so sorry Leo for doing this to you." You whispered to yourself

Your mother and you bowed "Your grace it's so amazing to be In front of you."

Queen Alicent smiled "and it's amazing to finally meet the beautiful lady Y/n who's going to be the queen and the wife of my son."

You smiled "thank you, your grace! I'm happy to be wed to your son and happy to serve the kingdom."

"Mother?" You heard a voice talk behind you, causing you to turn around to look at the person you were stunning to see Prince Aegon the second looking at you with love on his eyes

"Son, meet your betrothed, see I told you she's beautiful." She beamed

The Prince kissed your hand "it's pleased to meet you my beautiful flower."

You blushed, "I'm pleased to meet you, my king."

One year later

"Is the throne nearly complete?" King Aegon asks

"Your grace, not yet it should be complete by next week." James says

Aegon got up from his throne angrily "What do you mean? By next week? I want it done by tomorrow."

"I know your grace but the builders will probably need more gold to finish the throne by tomorrow." James shuddered

"Then give them more gold. I don't care how much it costs to have my beautiful flower throne finished. If it's not finished by tomorrow I'll have your head understood?"

James shuddered again "Yes your grace."

"So did you find a Painter that can paint my family and I?" Aegon asks

James nods his head "Yes I did, his name is Leo I have heard that he's good at painting people, so I let him know that he we need him for tomorrow so he's coming."

Aegon smiles "great you may leave now I'm gonna spend time with my beautiful flower and my kids."

James nods with a smile and bows before leaving

"Hey my beautiful flower, how has your day been?" Aegon kissed you

You kissed back with a smile "better when I'm with you."

"Hi daddy." Your son hugs his father

Aegon picks his son "Hey little one, where's your sister?"

Jaehaerys laughs "asleep."

"I think we should all head to bed too since we have a long day ahead of us." Aegon said

"My beautiful flower, do you always wake up looking this beautiful?" Aegon cooed

You blush "Aw my king you always find a way to make me smile."

"Cause it's true my beautiful flower I love you so much." He expressed "get ready and meet me at the Iron throne room. I have a surprise for you."

You start walking into the iron throne room with your handmaiden you were shocked to see a another throne next to your husband's throne

"Aegon what's this is?" You asked

"I told the builders to build a throne for you so you can sit next to me instead of standing." He tells you "Do you like it? my beautiful flower?"

You let out tears "like it? I love it, my king? I didn't mind standing. I bet it cost a lot of gold to build it."

Aegon wiped your tears off "I'm glad you do and no my flower I can't have you standing on your beautiful foot for too long and I don't care how much it costs me beautiful flower happy one year anniversary."

"My king by the way I'm pregnant again." You smiled

He kissed your lips "you don't know how happy you make me be. I can't believe that I'm gonna be a father again."

"Your grace." James bowed to Aegon then to you "the painter is here."

"The painter?" You asked confused

"Yes, my flower he's going to paint us first then he's gonna paint us with our kids."

Aegon and you went to the gardens holding hands you could feel your heart break when you saw Leo giving you a sad look

"Leo, make sure you're not staring at Queen Y/n for too long. The king gets jealous if men stare at his beautiful flower." James tells him since he noticed him looking at you

Leo hide his tears when he had it to drawing the king and Queen the queen that he still loved he wanted to cry more when he got asked to draw pregnant you with your kids and your husband

When he got finished he got paid and left the kingdom he quickly pull out a tiny bottle of poison out of his pocket

"I'll always love you my darling, even if you no longer love me see you soon. " Leo drinks the poison causing him to fall down on the ground

"My king, I love you and the kids so much."

He pulled you into a kiss "we love you as well my beautiful flower."

A/n: Leo it's a character from a series that I used to watch and he was a Painter as well, and also he gets his heart broken when he sees the women that he loves move on and also he dies from Poison so the request it reminded of me of him, so that's why I chose him

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Hi! I saw that your requests are open, if it's ok and within your rules, I can ask, Aemond being obsessed with his half sister (daughter of Aemma and Viserys), who defended him after the Driftmark incident, along with Alicent

Aemond Targaryen being obsessed with his half-sister would include:

A/N: I feel horned to wright you ask, my dear anon! I'm deeply sorry, I think maybe run a little out the topic, but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it! Also, PLEASE, READ THE WARNINGS!

SUMMARY: the journey of Aemond Targaryen, trying to have a taste of the forbidden fruit: his own half sister.

WR: f!reader, reader has long hair, violence, murderer, fire, mentions of groping, non-con groping, Aemond being Aemond. Once again, PLEASE, READ THE WARNINGS!

WORDS: +4.2k

Being the second daughter of Viserys and Aemma meant getting the utmost care and affection from your dear father, the king.

Also meaning being completely despised by your older sister’s ex best friend, Alicent, now Queen of the seven kingdoms.

Alicent done everything to make sure her kids hated the blacks as much as she did, poisoning their minds with paranoias and conspiracy thoughts; however, none of this seemed to change the mind of her second son, Aemond.

Being considerably older than him, you, Rhaenyra’s younger sister, were the prince’s object of affection, much to his mother distaste.

You’ve always thought how cute your half-little-brother clung to you at every royal event or sought your presence at the Red Keep.

Since he was just a kid, you couldn’t help but indulge on his clingy tendencies.

Without fail, Aemond always ran to your comfort when he was feeling too overwhelmed by Aegon’s bullying, burying his face on the space between your shoulder and neck.

You would calmly soothe him down, rubbing his back and lightly rocking him side to side.

However, time proved to be harsh, making you face a cruel dilemma.

It was night at Driftmark, everyone were supposed to be sleeping, yet, the shouts put everyone on their feet, looking for the commotion.

You slammed the doors open, facing little Aemond being stitched up by the maester.

You gasped, horrified, running to his side, but you were violently shoved by Alicent, who were throwing daggers with her fiercely gaze.

“You, stay away from my son!” you wobbled a few steps back. Aemond seeing this, got up from his chair, yelling at his own mother, but unfortunately got even more hurt in the processes by the pinching of the needle.

“Sweetheart, calm down, I’m here—“ “Don’t touch me!” Aemond shout out, slapping his mother’s hand away from him.

Viserys, trying to keep the situation under control, asked to Alicent to let you pass, which she complied with resistance.

Seeing her son immediately hugging your waist while rubbing his cheek on the fabric of your nightgown, made her bitter. This was supposed to be her job, giving comfort to her son on this difficult situation; not her rival’s sister.

After all the commotion and Rhaenyra being stabbed by Alicent, you were tasked to stay with Aemond on the nursery, again, by the prince’s begging and to his mother distaste. One more time, Alicent felt rejected by her own son.

Her only wish were to let Ser Cole stay with you at her son’s bed, fearing that Rhaenyra, who were sleeping at the nursery as well, attempted against the prince’s life.

Now at the ward, with a damp cloth, you cleaned the caked blood on Aemond’s hair. Brushing your fingers through his locks, you said “Some day, you will have the most beautiful silver hair of the kingdom.”

“Do you like… my hair?” the now one eyed prince asked, thanking the gods the lights weren’t strong enough to show his flaming cheeks.

You laughed, delighted by his cuteness “Of course I like, silly! Unfortunately, you’ll have to take a lot of baths to wash away the reddish stains.”

Aemond took a mental note to never cut his hair ever again.

“May I ask you something?”

With a gentle smile, you agreed “Of course!”

“Why did you defend me? Why didn’t you defended your nephews?”

You took a moment to pick the most appropriated words “Even though I’m very disappointed at your words, I would never wish any harm to come for any of you.”

Sensing the drop of your mood, the prince asked what happened. Sighing, you explained “Me and my sister will leave the Red Keep, Aemond.”

The little prince’s life turned upside down. Widening his only eye, he begged for an explanation, trying to cover his wobbly voice.

“Me and my sister talked and we decided that Red Keep is no longer safe for us.” “What do you mean?! I have Vaghar! The biggest dragon in the seven kingdoms! I can protect you!” he fisted your arms, as if you were going to vanish in front of him.

You lightly chuckled, petting his cheek “I appreciate your efforts, my brave prince, but our family is in the verge of a war. Leaving and letting things calm down is the best decision for now.”

“But…I don’t want you to leave! Take me with you, if needed, but please, don’t leave me alone!” now full crying, he caged you on his frail embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.

Returning his hug, you brought him to your lap, taking extra care to not touch his fresh wound “My little prince, you know I can’t bring you with me, your mother would kill me. It do hurt me to separate from you, but you must understand that there’s no other way. Besides, there’s nothing stoping me from visiting you or sending you ravens!”

Aemond stoped crying, now just enjoying your warm embrace as long as he could “But it won’t be the same…” “I know, my love, but it’s just a provisional measure. I’ll reunite with you sooner or later.” You said finally, kissing him gently on the top of his head.

The next morning, everyone prepared for your sudden departure. Rhaenyra informed you it would be better if you leaved as soon as possible, which Aemond strongly disagreed.

Out of the castle, your dragons waited for you, already equipped with everyone of your belongings. Turning to say good bye to your favorite prince, you and Aemond shared a hug; obviously with everything monitored by Alicent.

Seeing you flying away shattered his heart in a billion pieces. It felt like he couldn’t breath, as if a hole opened up on his chest. He felt lonely. Never wanting to feel this way ever again, Aemond promised that the next time he saw you, he wouldn’t let you go.

The years passed. Every single day, religiously, Aemond wrote you a letter, informing you of everything he did or planned to do in the day.

You happily read all of his letters, glad to know that the young boy was not as depressed as you thought he would be due to your departure.

So, as fast as you could, you wrote him back as eager as him, alway commenting something he told on his own letters, just so he knew you read and payed attention to every single word he draw on the paper.

But, after a few months, Aemond stopped receiving your letters. It came to a point where he would spend all day pestering the servants interrogating the whereabouts of your letters.

Completing a whole month of no news about you, Aemond snapped. He destroyed his bed chambers, breaking the furniture, slashing the curtains and ripping his book off the shelves.

Ser Cole and Harold were sent to contain the enraged prince, who kept screaming and kicking, while the Queen tried to reason with her son.

When the prince stopped slashing around and started to cry, Alicent cocooned him on her lap, “She promised” he murmured between sobs “she promised she’d never leave me…”

Years passed. Daemon and Rhaenyra, now husband and wife, travelled to King’s Landing to defend Jacaerys and Lucerys right to the iron and driftwood throne. Not passing this opportunity, you flied along with them to the Red Keep.

It’s been a long time since you received a letter from your favorite little-half-brother. You were a little hurt at the beginning, but then you started to be a little reasonable: maybe he was busy with Vaghar or his training. So, you opted to send Alicent letters asking for permission to visit her son. Unfortunately, you never got a response.

After the coldly reception of Alicent and Otto, you accompanied your two nephews to the training grounds.

Immediately, you spotted a man with wide shoulders and a beautifully long silver hair cascading his broad back. He was sparring against Ser Cole, your sister’s late knight.

Making Criston surrender, applauses erupted from the grounds. “Well done, my Prince.” congratulated the knight, still panting “You’ll be winning tourneys in no time.”

“I don’t give a shit about tourneys” he dismissed Criston’s flattery “Nephews, have you come to train?”

Aemond turned to Lucerys and Jacaerys, but he was caught by surprise when his eye landed on you.

Ethereal as ever, your now longer hair was braided expertly on a beautiful bun, assenting your features. The heart of the one eyed prince beat uncontrollably inside his chest.

Sensing his eyes upon you, you greeted him “My prince, it’s been a while.”

Aemond, not knowing how to carry with the conversation, agreed “Yes, it’s been, my dear half-sister.”

Seeing the interaction between the royal family, the crowd started to dissipate. Jacaerys e Lucerys left the training grounds as well, glad that the prince’s attention was not on them anymore.

Now all alone, you approached the eye-patched prince “Can we talk?” not taking no as an answer, you locked your hands on his arm, making Aemond get stiff.

So many years has passed, but you still caused him the same effect. Silently, the prince enjoyed the innocent contact, loving the felling of your torso rubbing against his toned arm.

“Long ago, you stopped sending me letters. Why?” you asked, bluntly.

“You never answered them, so I stopped writing.”

Stopping in your tracks, looking straight into his eye “The few that I received, I answered them right away. But suddenly, you stopped writing. Why?”

Scoffing, the prince replied “As I said before, my dear half-sister, you stopped writing, so did I.”

“I never stopped trying to reach you out, Aemond. I even sent your mother a raven, but she said you did not want to see me. So I ask again, my dear prince, why did you put me on arms length?”

Immediately, something clicked inside the Targaryen’s prince head. Obviously it was the doings of his own mother; she never liked you in the first place. But Aemond thought that, at least, after the incident at Driftmark, Alicent would warm up to you, but apparently, he thought wrong.

His blood started to boil. How dare his mother try to stay in the way between you two? His nostrils flared up; he locked his jaw tightly, gritting his teeth.

Feeling your soft hand, now smaller than his, interlocking your fingers pulled him away from his enraged state “Aemond, what—“ “I’m really sorry about this misunderstanding.” he apologized, engaging a hug.

Got by surprise, you hesitantly put your hands on his back, slowly giving into his embrace.

Aemond finally felt at peace. Feeling your hands around him and how his toned arms circled your waist, almost made him forget of his rage against his mother, almost. Sniffing your scent for the last time, the prince left you, promising to talk and explain everything to you after he was done with his business.

Dropping his reassuring smile, the prince stormed into the keep, going straight to his mother’s bed chambers.

Not even greeting Ser Cole, Aemond locked the doors as soon as he passed through them, only listening to the knight’s knocking.

Hearing all the commotion, Alicent beelined to her living room, facing her second son “Aemond? What are you doing here? You can’t enter my bed chambers like that, what if—“ “Spear me from your lecture, mother.”

Feeling shocked by her son’s harsh words, she continued “And this is how you speak to your mother? Your queen?”

Aemond smirked, mockingly. Suddenly, the young man caught his mother by her throat, lightly lifting her from the floor, letting her balance herself on her tiptoes “Don’t pull the ‘your Queen’ card right now, mother. If you haven’t noticed, my patience is running thin.”

Alicent fisted her son’s wrist, trying to sooth his grip. Seeing that he not even bulged, she cried out “Aemond, plea—“ “As I said before, my patience is ending. I’ll give you one chance, and believe me when I say few got this benefit: did you barred my half-sister’s letters?”

The queen’s eyes winded, but she stayed silent, probably paralyzed by fear. Seeing her state, Aemond did not needed a verbal answer: just looking at her gave away her guiltiness.

He let her break free, making Alicent instantly tear to the ground, coughing and gasping for air, uncontrollably.

Aemond’s jaw was tightly shut. Feeling betrayed by his own mother, he started to rant “You knew how important she was to me, and still, you deprived me of seeing her and did not even let me get news from her! You left me in the dark, and you saw how it was killing me, but even so, you did nothing!”

The prince’s voice escalated along with his rage, which was increasing with time. Feeling the need to take his anger on something, he threw the coffe table against the wall, making the Queen gasp in horror.

“Aemond,” she tried to reason with her son “I did this only to protect you! I thrust her as much as you do, but you must understand that the circumstances—“ “Don’t you dare lie to me again!” he slammed his hands on another table “Admit you were jealous of her, of her proximity to me. You always despised her, there’s no need to lie!”

Rilling up as well, Alicent exploded “Of course I always hated her! She’s Rhaenyra’s sister, Aemond! She would do anything to help her kin! To stole your brother’s throne!” with tear cascading her cheeks, she continued, approaching her son “And of course I was jealous, Aemond! You’re my son! Mine! But you never ran up to me when you were sad, hurt or happy! It was always her! Even at Driftmark, when her own nephew stabbed your eye, you ran up to her! You didn’t even let me accompany you at the nursery! And—“

Sobs interrupted her speech. But now that she started to talk, she was not going to back off “Do you think she genuinely loves you, Aemond? Like I do?”

The prince looked at her with warning eye “Watch your tongue.”

Feeling bold, Alicent continued, not listening to her son’s threat, facing him fearlessly “Don’t you ever thought that, maybe, she just treated you well to do this? Put you against me? Your own mother? Don’t you ever thought that she’s as cruel, manipulative and a whore as much as her—“ “Don’t you dare talk about her like that!”

Aemond pounced on her mother, now fully strangling her. His knuckles were white with his bruising grip, eye completely fogged by hatred. His nostrils was flaring up, teeth gritting madly.

With the little oxygen that lasted on her lungs, Alicent was able to call out to Ser Criston Cole, who immediately opened the doors, running to save the Queen.

Along with the knight were Otto Hightower, who coincidentally were passing by his daughter’s corridor.

“What in the seven hells happened here?” the hand lord exasperated, demanding an answer.

“We had a heated discussion, father” Alicent explained with her voice sore due to her son’s strangulation.

Sensing he wouldn’t get no more details about the incident, Otto coughed, as if putting an end to the matter “I was going to remind you of tonight’s dinner, which begins on a few minutes. Our king decided to attend it, so I was going to ask my Queen to ask her children to be on their best behavior.” Otto gave Aemond a meaningful look.

“I don’t care what this discussion was about. What matters is that this behavior can’t happen again during the dinner. Are we clear?” Alicent silently nodded, while Aemond stayed motionless by his grandfather speech.

Later, the whole house Targaryen sat at the fancy dining room. An uncomfortable silence dominated the group, tension so thick it could be cut by a knife.

King Viserys, as usual, tried to reason with his family that was bound to break in two, yet only he denied to see the truth “With that being said,” the sick king, with the help of his loyal wife, stayed up “me and my dear second daughter discussed and agreed that, in the name of peace, she shall be betrothed to her half-brother, Aegon Targaryen.”

Aemond’s heart stopped beating. The whole time, his infuriated gaze was directed to his mother, who would avert her own with all of her might; but now, he gazed incredulously to his father. He didn’t even notice when he stood up from his chair, flying to his mother’s throat.

Caos broke loose in the room. The king was immediately withdrawn from the scene, leaving Daemon alongside the others guards to separate the infuriated prince from the Queen.

On the other side of the chamber, you saw how animalisticly your dear little half-brother acted. He was no longer that sweet boy that easily cried with his older brother’s bullying: now he was a man, and a very dangerous one.

You cried hopelessly: how things take a turn like that? You thought that agreeing to the betrothal, you could finally reunite your family, but instead, here you are, seeing who was once your favorite person in the world trying to kill his own mother.

Even though Aemond were the best swordsman on the realm, he were not able to defeat Daemon and all of the Keep’s guards. “Lead the Prince to the dungeon. Tomorrow morning we will discuss with the small council what shall be decided of the prince’s future.” as Otto commanded, the guards escorted Aemond, who was now unconscious.

You offered yourself to accompany Alicent to the nursery to check upon her bruised throat. As expected, Ser Cole went along, only a few feet away from you.

“I’m so sorry with what happened, my Queen.” you morned, while helping Alicent walk through the hallway “I know prince Aemond since he was just a little kid. I would never expect such a horrifying act from him. It seems like I don’t even know him anymore.”

Moaning in pain, Alicent commented “I think both of us never truly knew him.”

Getting to the nursery, seeing the state of their Queen, the maids promptly took and laid her on a bed reserved to the royal family.

Staying by her side, she started to softly cry “I never should have tried to stay between you two, you know?”

Trying to stop her crying, you gently brushed her messed hair out of her face “Shhh… I must confess I don’t know what you are talking about, my Queen, but you shouldn’t be blaming yourself for what happened.”

Giving you a saddened smile, Queen Alicent continued to apologize “I appreciate your kind words, my dear, but I do have a portion of guilt on Aemond’s behavior.”

Gulping, you finally asked “If I may ask you: what could you have done to make him have such a reaction, my Queen?”

Seeing your confused eyes and caring acts, she confessed “I barred all of your letters to prince Aemond, and I also lied about him not wanting to see you.” your heart clenched, but still continued to sooth her hair down.

“And why would you do that? What would you gain from it?”

Alicent nipped her lips “I was afraid and jealous. My paranoia took over me. I was convinced that you were only being nice with my son just to destroy my family. Also, I’ve always envied how close you two were. Aemond never loved me like he loves you.”

“Nonsense, my Queen. Aemond always told me how he wished to make you proud. That’s why he’s so dedicated.” you brushed her off, with a little giggle.

“Well, it can also be true, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried his best just to impress you, my dear. My son’s crush on you didn’t go unnoticed by me back in the days.” she too giggled, remembering how flustered the boy got when others brought you up. Obviously, back than she disapproved vehemently, but seeing how caring you are, Alicent couldn’t blame his son for falling for you.

“You are so gentle and caring, I don’t blame my son for falling for you.” she looked straight into your eyes “I’m sorry for making things come to this point. If I never have felt insecure and suspicious of you, things would may be different.” she sobbed once again, feeling regret consuming her soul.

“Don’t blame yourself, my Queen. You did what you thought was right to protect your son.” you embraced her, like you used to embrace Aemond. Feeling her tears stain your dress, you let Alicent pour her heart out.

Calming a little, she sat up, encasing your hands between hers “Now that I know your genuine feelings, I must apologize for misjudging you. Yet, now that I know my son’s true colors, I’m afraid I’ve put you in danger my dear. I don’t want my son to rot on a cell, but my heart wouldn’t bear to bring you anymore harm.”

Your reassuring smile faltered. If Aemond was able to hurt his own mother, you feared what he could do to you. But even so, a part of you still believed he would never touch you.

Cupping your cheeks, Alicent continued “Now, listen to me, dear. It’s clear that Aemond is completely obsessed with you, and he won’t stop until he gets what he wants. We must take this opportunity, and send you as far as we can!”

You looked perplexed at her “Wait, but what about my betrothal? And my family? You?! What makes you so confident that Aemond won’t go after you for answers?”

Grunting in frustration, Alicent still insisted “We and the council will figure something out. Please, let me help you scape, as a form of apologizing for all the caos I brought to you.”

With the Queen’s begging, you couldn’t help but agree with her plan. Unfortunately, your conspiracy plans was cut short due to the shouts coming outside the nursery.

“Fire!”

Smelling the scent of smoke, you looked terrified at the Queen who ordered “Fast, we must reach the outside!”

Throwing her arm o your shoulders, you and Queen Alicent stumbled through the flaming hallways, crumbling with the fire.

Finally reaching the gardens, you could breath properly, coughing out the smoke off of your lungs. Once again, your feelings of security was throw out the window when you heard a loud roar.

Immediately, Vaghar stomped on the Keep’s wreckages, spitting fire at the only way out of the garden.

“Shit.” Alicent cussed, trying to stand up doing to the impact of Vaghar’s landing “We are cornered!”

Feeling despair pumping on your veins, you tried to run anywhere, getting the Queen’s wrist.

However, sensing her stillness, you turned back, facing Alicent being impaled by Aemond’s sword.

Letting out a gasp of horror, you let go of her wrist, trying to run away, but you stumbled, falling to the floor.

Retrieving his sword and cleaning it, Aemond tuck it on his belt again, now approaching you warily. “There’s no need to be afraid. Now no one can stop us from staying together.”

“You killed her…” you stated, still in shock, while gazing at her dead body a few feets away from you.

Cooing at you, like you used to do to him when he was still a child, he tuck a strand of hair that stubbornly stayed on you face “I had to, or else, they wouldn’t let us be together. Now we are free to do as we please; we could even marry.”

“…marry?” you repeated his words, dumbfounded “but, I’m already betrothed to your brother, and I never saw you in—“ “Shhh… there’s no need to worry your pretty little head about this right now, okay? That drunkard is no longer of our concern, I already took care of him.”

Still petting your hair, you scrambled with your words “I-But… I don’t want to marry you! You were my little brother, remember? I could never see you in that way!”

Aemond let out a joyous laugh, too excited to finally have you all to himself to be angry at your denial “Don’t worry, darling; you’ll have enough time to you recognize me as a man, and in the future, as your husband.”

You didn’t react when the prince’s lips crashed hungrily at yours. In your catatonic state, you could only think about how your life came to this moment, being fervidly groped by the man you once adored. Your family was dead. Now, you were all alone with your little half-brother, who claimed you as his. Realizing your future, you could only cry silently.

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[jacespookiebear]

.ೃ࿐ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡: 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2

summary : you are the youngest daughter of Viserys I Targaryen and Aemma Arryn. Outlived your mother and your older twin brother, Baelon, in childbirth. You were titled as (Y/n) “The Undying” Targaryen.

pairing : jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!reader

warnings : incest, tension, sexual content, age gap (reader is about 3-4 years older), jace is about a year older in this fic, misogyny, self-harm, violence, angst, teen pregnancy, birth, events do take place in hotd, meraxes is alive and thriving with vhagar :D

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You had finally reached inside the pit, your talk with Rhaenyra ended exchanging sweet words to each other. You stand by Lysanna’s side, who looked nervous—frightened by the fact your nephew is bonding with his ill tempered dragon.

“Vermax seems to be growing quickly,” you smile to your nephew while beginning to praise Jace for being able to command his dragon, who is quite enjoying its cooked feast, “might be as huge as Meraxes.”

The young boy looks over at you with a flustered look but immediately replaced it with a smile, “Really? He’s almost large enough to saddle two! Perhaps I can give you ride on Vermax soon.”

Paying no mind to Aegon, who only scoffed at Jace’s words, “I’d would love to ride on dragonback with you.” You patted his head, softly. It made your heart swell with warmth knowing he is already doing so well with bonding. You couldn’t wait to see him finally mounting the young beast.

As you watched the keepers bring Vermax back inside the pit, you approached your young brother, Aemond, who has a small frown on his face while standing in the sidelines. Clearly, he is still upset about being the only one without a dragon. Many times had he tried to sneak into the dragon pit.

With your taller figure, you easily placed your hand on his shoulder to comfort him. “Do not fret, my young brother. You will gain a dragon soon, I promise.” he only turned to look away as you tried comforting him but quickly, Aegon grabbed him from your clutches as they began walking ahead.

“Actually y/n, we found a dragon for our brother. Isn’t that right, nephews?” You curiously turned to look over at the young boys who have huge grins on their faces while leading the way to the keeps. Aegon ushered you to come along by holding onto your hand—making you feel uneasy.

Luke held onto Lysanna’s hand, forcing her to also follow as well before he ran off inside the pit. You felt yourself warm at the thought of your brother finally having the chance to claim a dragon egg—immediately replacing your mixed emotions with excitement.

“Oh Aemond! Isn’t this exciting!?” with steady hands, you rubbed his shoulder, “You have gained a dragon egg. You must thank your brother and nephews graciously” you exclaimed, and he only rolled his eyes—not believing a word.

Jace laughed, “Oh dear Princess, not a dragon egg. You’re mistaken, we have found an actual dragon.” your confusion has came back to you after your nephew said that—surely if there was a unclaimed dragon, you would’ve heard of it by now. Jace noticed your confused look quickly and only leaned into your touch to help but still, you felt they were plotting something like last time.

“S-Should we really be by ourselves with a unclaimed dragons?“ Lysanna gulped and rubbed her arm awkwardly, she turned to hide behind the taller boy, Aemond, “You found a dragon? How?”

As Aegon ignored the worries coming from Lysanna and Aemond, he tried to encourage his brother to seem contented by the news. “It seems the Gods always provide.” And on cue, Luke came running from the pit and behind him…was a pig.

“Behold! The Pink Dread!”

The air filled with laughter from your brother and nephews—you, Lysanna, and Aemond weren’t laughing.

“Be sure to mount her carefully,” Aegon whispered to your brother, eagerly, “first’s flight always rough.”

Aemond’s face seemed to be replaced with disappointment, you couldn’t blame him. You wanted to comfort him and so you did—Lysanna included. Placing your hands around him, gently, to make him feel better. It has always worked when he was little but you were unsure it would work now, considering he has just been humiliated.

“What is the matter with all of you?!” you shouted, clearly upset as you walk up to Aegon with the intention of confronting him. The eldest prince blinked his eyes and backed away from you, shocked at how upset you are. “Haven’t your brother…your uncle…already suffered enough from the loss of not having a dragon? You will apologize and I expect you to do it now!”

“It was merely a joke!” Aegon whined.

“And you two! I expect this kind of behavior from Aegon—not from you nor your brother! Is this really the kind of illustration you want to paint for your young brother, Joffrey?!”

“We didn’t mean no harm!” Luke defended, you immediately turned and snapped your lilac colored eyes towards Jace, who had said nothing and only frowned at you, feeling embarrassed and upset to know that he caused you to be angry.

“Like what your sister had said—do not pay mind to them. They are only dunces.” you heard Lysanna murmured to Aemond, to try to comfort him. You appreciated the fact Lysanna tried to do something for Aemond.

“Why do you always feel that you need to defend Aemond? He can fend for himself! You wish to be betrothed to him instead?!” Aegon cried out, teasingly, he had managed to grow the confidence of talking back to you but you only scoffed at his words. Of course you would defend your brother from such silly antics!

Jace began to grow irritated at Aegon’s comment, “That must explain why you always go out of your way to help Aemond…” You knew he immediately regretted his choice of words once they had left his mouth. You audibly gasped as your eyes widened in surprise to hear that.

You could not believe your sweet nephew would say that to you. Out of everyone, you least expected him to be so mean—especially to you. He always showed favoritism towards you and always yearned for your approval and affection. Aegon has definitely influenced those boys to an extent.

”Sister, It’s fine.” He could only watch you stare back at him with uncertainty and hurt. You wished to lecture your family more but Aemond only wished for you to stop. “It is fine.” He repeated, quietly.

You turned to walk over to him and Lysanna— searching for some comfort after that brutal comment made by your nephew.

“I want you all to head to your chambers,” You demanded. “Now!”

As you finished with a frustrated groan, you watch your brother and nephews turn to walk away—noticing only Aegon and Luke laugh and whisper to each other as they walked off, Jace seem to look hurt and bitter as he followed behind them while witnessing you placing reassuring kisses on top of Aemond’s head.

“Why do you always have to treat me like a babe. I do not wish to be coddled by my elder sister.” Aemond muttered under his breath and you only shaked your head in response.

“My sweet brother,“

He had only shrugged off your touches in return. You watch him slowly walk off as you start to feel broken upon remembering what was said earlier.

Lysanna sighed and gave you a small smile, “Don’t worry, my Princess. I shall look after Prince Aemond.”

You nodded and watched her chase after Aemond. You should hear more about his emotions later, Lysanna seems to always get through to Aemond somehow.

You felt yourself feeling a headache coming after the catastrophe that had just occurred and rushed out of the dragon pit to your chambers for some rest.

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As a few days passed after the incident that happened in the dragoon pit, a relaxed sigh had left your lips as you finally entered the bath that was placed near the cackling fireplace—you had quickly stripped off your red and golden colored dress just a few seconds ago. You began to collect your thoughts and spend your time in the bath, gently scrubbing your body to get rid of the smell of dragon, you focused your gaze on the rose petals floating above the silky water that is mixed with rose water and honey scented oils.

You often rather enjoy the company of just yourself and the quiet atmosphere in your chambers—it always brought you peace and joy since you were away from endless talks about suitors, politics, certain topics concerning your family, and even away from the loud screams of your young family members.

When you sunk yourself underneath the water, you faintly could hear your chambers door open then closed but paid no mind—it must have been your handmaiden bringing your night robes. You felt yourself losing to hold your breath any longer but kept still under the pale colored water for awhile until you were soon pulled from your thoughts and felt hands pulling at your arms to bring you up to the surface and you quickly gasped for air before coughing endlessly.

“I thought you had drowned!”

At the sound of the concerned tone from a familiar voice, you immediately brought your wet palms to rub your burning eyes. You opened your eyes slightly before opening them fully and saw your eldest nephew—in his night attire, his hair was messy. Clearly he must’ve woken up from his sleep.

“Jacaerys—what are you doing out of bed?! Why are you not in your chambers?” You exclaimed, immediately reaching over to grab your robes to cover yourself. He looked away to give you some privacy but it didn’t make you feel any better. As you finished tying the strings to your robe, you gave him a stern look—still waiting for an answer on why he is here, at this late hour.

He gave you a sad but tired look to which caused you to replace your serious frown with a concerned one. With your body still wet, it had slightly made your robe wet as well but still you towered over him and gently hugged Jace, thinking he must’ve had a childish nightmare. All your pent up frustration on your nephew quickly disappeared.

“What is it, my sweet nephew? Was it a silly dream again?” You ushered him to tell you what is wrong but he only stayed in your embrace in silence. It made you worried so you quickly lead him to sit by your window—the loud thundering and lightning was not helping.

Thus, he finally spoke. “Am I a bastard?”

It your turn to not speak—even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t know what to say. You both could only sit in silence.

Although you knew he would’ve been curious and find out eventually, you still weren’t prepared for it, neither your sister.

“You are a Targaryen,” You brought your hand to caress his cheek, to not only soothe him but yourself, “that is all what matters.”

“Mother said that too! You can’t lie to me forever!” Jace roughly pulled your hand away and got up from his place on your sill to pace around your chambers. “Why is it hard to speak the truth to me?!”

“Does it really matter?”

“Of course it matters!”

With the loud “BOOM” coming from outside, the rain only got heavier. Jace only stared back at you with a non-frightening scowl—waiting for you to finally say the truth but you knew it was not your place.

“If only you had seen what happened at training earlier,” Jace muttered, never leaving his spot by the fireplace. “then you would understand why I wish to know.”

You had heard of the news just merely an hour ago from your handmaiden. Ser Harwin Strong has been pulled from his duties as Commander of City Watch while Ser Criston Cole was left untarnished. Speaking such treason but has yet been expelled from his duties as kingsguard.

A sigh left your lips and you carefully walked over to the young boy, water dripping from your body and hair. You placed your hands on his cheeks and pepper his face with kisses, “My prince, it is not my duty to tell you what is the truth and what is not..” You lightly scolded, caressing his cheeks, “your mother shall tell you what you desire to know once you are of age.” You had added, kindly.

His eyes began to soften at your statement and only gave you a small nod. To be perfectly honest, Jace still didn’t understand but he knew if you were clear on your answer then there was no point in trying to convince you otherwise. It still hurt, none the less.

With his nod, you smile down at the young boy. You expected him to leave your chambers now but Jace did not budge, clearly wished to stay the night with you.

“Could…Could I sleep in your chambers tonight?”

With a fake huff of annoyance to his pleads, you lead him to your bed. You heard him laugh at your jestering but you still tucked him in and even gave him an extra pillow so he wouldn’t have to steal yours in the middle of the night.

When you noticed him finally become comfortable, you walked around the bed to wrap your wet hair in a silk towelette to avoid damaging it during your sleep. As you finished getting ready for bed, you approached your side of the bed and made sure to create some distance between you and your nephew but Jace wasn’t satisfied and shifted close to you to hold you as you both drifted off to slumber.

“Sweet dreams, my Prince.” You whispered. And that night, the boy was welcomed by the Gods with a comforting dream—a dream about you, specifically.

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“Thank you, my sweet girl.” Your father smiled for a brief moment before coughing into his handkerchief. You had finished pouring wine into everyone’s cup. As cupbearer, you often liked to wake up early in the morning to never miss or be late to a meeting. The meeting had only just begun and yet you could feel the tension arisen between your step-mother and elder sister.

The topics were changing by the minute, your step-mother motioned you to stand by her side while the lords talked about Dorne and the Stepstones, Alicent placed her hands on your black dress to smooth out any wrinkles, you noticed your sister only look over to Alicent with a glint of irritation.

“I was hoping our negotiations with Sunspear might persuade them to see reason,” Your father spoke up, annoyed and clearly upset. The topic of the Stepstones being brought up in every meeting for the past decade has put a strain on your father. “to trust a Martell is to be disappointed.”

“And where is Prince Daemon?” Lord Jasper interrupted, “I suppose I should call him King, as he styled himself when he won a battle there..once” You grimaced at the underlying judgement made towards your uncle whom you haven’t seen in years.

Alicent aimed to quickly replied back to the lord once she had stopped focusing on you, “That was a decade ago and he has since left the region undefended.”

“We have left it undefended.” Rhaenyra corrected, “There should’ve been fortifications built, watchtowers, a fleet of ships, a garrison of soldiers sent to hold our ground!”

“We cannot afford it.” Alicent simply added, you watched as the two began to argue once again, in the meeting, “Our coffers are great but not infinite. We must consider the cost of our subjects.”

The lords tried to side with Alicent but your sister did not budge and only fought more on the subject,

“The cost of war is greater!” She argued, “But we have been lax and the old monster now lifts its head.”

You felt rather awkward and uncomfortable due to the sudden change of the atmosphere around the room but your step-mother could tell at the way you’re picking at your fingernails and only cleared her throat before getting up from her seat.

“Let us be finished.” With that one order, the lords slowly started to get up from their seats while Alicent attended to your father. Rhaenyra remained seated before wishing everyone to sit down as she had one more thing left to say. Your father quickly ordering everyone to sit back down while Alicent still stand.

Rhaenyra rise from her chair to get everyone’s attention on her. “I..have felt the..strife between our families of late, my Queen. And for any offense given by mine, I apologize.” She explained but Alicent did not budge from her attempt to apologize.

Although everyone could see the slight distaste on Alicent’s face, Rhaenyra continued. “But we are one house. And..long before that, we were friends.”

You felt yourself smile at those words, remembering short memories between the two when you were still struggling to walk as a toddler. You and your father had longed for the two to repair their close bond for years.

“My son, Jacaerys, will inherit the Iron Throne after me. I propose we betroth him to your daughter, Helaena.” You slightly widened your eyes at what your sister proposed, “Ally ourselves..once and for all. Let them rule together.”

Although—yes, you loved to see your nephew happily married to your young sister. You knew Jace would treat Helaena with excellent care but still..you felt troubled for some reason and you couldn’t place your finger on why.

You could feel Alicent’s anger from where you were standing. But your father was only gleaming with happiness at the thought of the two children binding the house.

“A most judicious proposition!”

Even if Rhaenyra had convinced your father, she was still not satisfied with Alicent’s lack of response and kept proposing more. “Additionally, if Syrax brings forth another clutch of eggs, your son, Aemond, will have his choice of them..a symbol of our goodwill..” Rhaenyra finished, she was rather now nervous than confident when she had started speaking.

The Queen looked at the Princesses’ gown and looked back at Rhaenyra, “Rhaenyra.” She coldly muttered, hoping she would understand what is she referring to. Rhaenyra looked down at the breasts of her gown and was shocked. You quickly ran to her side with a towel to cover herself and she gave you a warm smile to your attempt of helping.

“Oh..seven hells..” With embarrassment, Rhaenyra quickly sat back down while all the lords looked away.

“My dear, a dragon egg is a handsome gift” Your father praised, smiling towards both you and your sister.

“The King and I thank you for your offer and we will consider it duly. You must rest now, husband.” Alicent maintained a calm composer before helping your father get up from his seat. You turned to help Rhaenyra with her gown as she got up as well.

“She will not accept.”

“You must hope for the best!”

“She was seething with anger, you saw it too.”

“Well—…you’re right..”

Rhaenyra felt completely defeated, you tried your best to reassure her by rubbing her shoulder as you both made your way to her chambers. You had wondered where was your lady-in-waiting but remembered she had took the liberty of bathing the babe, Joffrey, herself.

“You must rest now, my dear sister. You are still recovering from the labors.” You sat her down at her cushions while looking in her drawers for a gown for her to change into. She hissed from the soreness of her breasts and you quickly turned to face her.

“There’s..no assurance that could ease my mind..” Rhaenyra sighed out of frustration. You knew how hard she fought for her place in the red keep but yet there are still whispers and gossip of her and her family in the castle. It angered you.

“I must leave with my family and seek refuge in Dragonstone..I should’ve left a long time ago..”

Hearing the words of your sister, you immediately dropped the gown that was in your hands out of shock. You kneeled beside your sister, “But…you can’t leave! If you leave then I-“

“It is for the best, sister.” Rhaenyra affirmed. You tried not to cry but in result, you bursted into tears and Rhaenyra quickly embraced you, holding your head to her chest, placing her chin on your head as she whispered.

“I will remain by your side until after your ten-and-fifth nameday. That is my gift to you, I swear by it.”

You gently pushed your head back to look at her in the eyes and shook your head, she looked at you back, puzzled. “No…if you wish to be by my side then let me be with you on Dragonstone.”

“I could not!” Your sister whispered, turned her head to look around if her handmaidens were around to hear you. “Whispers beneath the corridors and halls will erupt and all-“

“I will be fine, Rhaenyra!” You exclaimed, rubbing your thumbs over her hands. “No one will care for me..what good do I bring to the Realm? I am only looked upon as the Realm’s Beauty..many lords wish for my hand and I know I will not be the one who gets to pick my own choices..with being by your side, that could change.” You pleaded with the hopes that she will at least consider your wish. Rhaenyra looked uncertain, she wants what is best for you but knowing Alicent, it was difficult.

She already declared many times in court that she is your sister and she will be the one who gets to approve the lords and knights who wants to be by your side but that had never stopped Alicent by acting as your mother and prepare a betrothal between you and Aegon. She claimed it is not only fit for you to marry inside the House but to be married to the King’s eldest son.

“I suppose it is only fair,” Rhaenyra gulped and you wiped your tears as she spoke, “I could prepare you for your duties and even prepare you a pick of lords for your hand, only if you wish it.”

You couldn’t stop the growing smile and nodded. To be fair, you were excited to finally be able to see Dragonstone. Not once, you had visited the castle and the thought of living there had excited you.

“Then, to Dragonstone.”

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Fingers hurt but it’s worth it🫶🏼 was writing this while writing chapter 3 so that will come out very soon. One of my favorite writers liked my fic earlier and I couldn’t be anymore happier😭 i was so surprised by how many likes it got but thanks guys i really appreciate the love and support! :)

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: I did it! I’m such a hoe for this man, also I have not watched the episode yet so I do not know why his hair is short.

“I like it”

A scoff was your response, the man seemed to still be mulling that half of his hair was gone.

Rolling your eyes you stepped closer to him, your palm resting on his chest as the other reached over to play with a white strand of his hair. Daemon leaning into your touch as you let your fingers run through his short hair.

Closing his eyes, Daemon let out a small purr. The man had always loved you playing with his long hair.For a moment he was worried you wouldn’t love him anymore or you might find him repulsive with his shortened hair. Grabbing your waist the man lifted you up. Your legs quickly wrapping around his hips as your arms wove around his neck still playing with his hips.

“You are far to good for me Y/n, but I fear that I will not let you go.” He muttered as he pinned you to the wall.

A laugh escaped your lips as you continued to run your fingers through his silky strands. “I could never leave you Daemon, my heart will always be yours.” You whispered against his lips before you pressed your own against his.

Daemon quickly responding as his hands slid under your skirts messaging the skin, your mouth parting as you lovers tongue ran across yours. Your fingers tugging at his hair showing the Prince how much you wanted him.

“Whatever you wish darling, it is yours.”

Daemon whispers to you as his fingers inched closer to your core. “Just keep touching me”

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[madame-fear]

How about a fic where y/n is not nobility but is a daughter of a businessman who deals with shipping things around westeros. In one meeting her father and corlys are working on things and luke, as the next lord of the tides is aprenticing to learn about his responsibilities but he's not learning anything at all when the businessman's daughter is there, also aprenticing under her father 😍

*ೃ༄ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks! : hello honey! sorry it took me some time on getting this finished,, i apologise beforehand if it’s rather short, and since i wrote it heavily sleepy and tired, i really do hope it was what you expected. 💕 — summary : [ — ✧ request ] — word count : 1.8k

— pairing : lucerys velaryon x shipping businessman daughter!reader — genre : fluff.

Sailing through the seawaves was something you’d been used to ever since you had memory. Your father, being a businessman that shipped all sorts of things throughout Westeros and particularly for certain royal Houses, constantly took you with him to every important meeting. After all, you were his one and only child, and you had to know how to properly keep the shipping business functioning once the responsability officially fell into your hands.

Soft, cool breeze gently swayed bits of your hair as you arrived to Driftmark, accompanying your father to meet the current, and future young Lord of the previously mentioned location. House Velaryon was one of the greatest Houses, being known for it’s rich maritime heritage and it’s great fleets. They have great knowledge on how to sail through the Narrow Sea, and the vast ocean. And with your father being well known for his great wisdom on trading, shipping for foreigner markets and throughout the entirety of Westeros as well, both House Velaryon and your own family greatly benefited from each other for each other’s respective businesses.

The people from Driftmark, the very moment you arrived, joyfully hosted you with great pride and kindness. Being fairly new to the shipping business, still apprenticing under your father, you remained as glued as possible to him. Despite always remaining quiet, attentively observing the way your father negotiated with whomever wantd to make business with him, you never considered yourself to be a timid person. Often, you were very polite and kind with whomever your father made business with.

But of course, this particular major meeting between your father and Lord Corlys Velaryon was different. Of course, it wasn’t only special because this time it was the grand House Velaryon the one you were making business with — but rather because, as expected, Lord Corlys’ grandson, Lucerys Velaryon, stood by his grandsire’s side; much like you stood next to your father quietly. And it was only natural for him to attend the meeting as well, as he was to be the future Lord of Driftmark. Lucerys was the future heir, like you were your father’s future heir. It was slightly awkward to admit it, but you could feel a tinge of shyness growing on you the moment you spotted him, noticing his sweet, vivid green hazel eyes.

The young Velaryon Prince seemed to be rather meek and awkward around you from the very first second you were introduced to one another. A faint rosy hue crept on his pale cheeks, mimicking your own fluster. Most certainly, you were very pretty — and there was no denial in that. How delicate his features were and how gentle he behaved when greeting you didn’t pass unnoticed at all, as well, and you could feel your heart slightly thumping loudly against your chest. Don’t behave strangely, you kept reminding to yourself mentally, realising you were becoming shy around him.

As the meeting officially started by getting inside of Driftmark and getting introduced briefly by the surroundings, both Lucerys and you followed your eldests from behind, attentively listening to how they chatted about the things they would ship and trade across the Narrow Sea, and Westeros.

Walking closely by Lucerys’ side, you couldn’t help but discreetly steal glances at the shy boy next to you, trying to catch his eye. He appeared to be deep in thought; or perhaps focused on the meeting himself, but really, Luke simply could feel your gaze timidly lingering on him, and felt too overwhelmed to even dare to dart his stare back to you, and engage in a conversation properly instead of being dead silent, following your father and his grandsire like lost puppies. The voices and occasional chuckles coming from the two men as they arranged some things to ship around leisurely faded away, being some sort of background noise for you.

Often, when following your father to his business meetings, you were never the type of person to easily lose your concentration on what truly mattered; which was, negotiation and managing the shipping business just as perfect as your father did. But this time, you could feel yourself too... Focused on your own steps without listening a word of what they were saying, and noticing the heavy awkwardness lingering between Lucerys and you, continously having each other grasping arms when you walked.

Part of you longed to initiate a conversation with the young Velaryon, and yet, you were too afraid of making things far more embarrassing than they already were for both of you. And, the one to break the ice for once and for all, was Lucerys.

His arms were hidden behind his back as he walked leisurely behind of his grandsire, and by your side. You were so distracting and overwhelming, but all of that in a good way, as you seemed charmingly delightful. Luke cleared his throat faintly, “You must be apprenticing under your father as well, my Lady, are you not?” as Lucerys craned his head to stare at you, he felt startled to see you so closely, fixing your beautiful eyes on his own. It felt as if his heart was going to melt right there, which made him have to gain courage and strength to not stutter right there.

“I am indeed, my Prince.” you replied, with a little timid grin tugging at the corner of your lip. “My father has been trading and shipping all sorts of things with many noble Houses throughout Westeros, and I have been following his steps ever since I have memory.” fortunately those words seemed to roll smoothly off your lips, being at the brink of feeling like you would begin stuttering.

“House Velaryon has been no exception today.” a toothy grin appeared on his lips, as your own quivered into a wide smile as well. “Both my father and I feel tremendously grateful. I must admit, I know everything that there is to be known about your House, my Prince.” those words spurred naturally from your lips, immediatly gazing down at your feet as you kept walking by his side, in a poor attempt to cover the fluster on your face that slowly intensified with a notorious crimson shade. His hazel eyes were fixed on you, feeling almost like a little boy with a growing crush.

As his Grandsire stopped walking rather abruptly to show your father something that seemed related to House Velaryon, both of you simply stood behind of them. Your hands were clasped together in front of your body, standing in front of him, managing somehow to gaze deep into his eyes.

The feeling of butterflies fluttering their wings softly on his chest appeared at the way you stared at him, “You do?” was all he managed to reply in a quiet tone, keeping his arms behind his back. “I feel honoured to hear you say so. Thank you.” he replied. It was meant to be a thought to himself, but it came out as a faint murmuring to himself, yet loud enough for you to hear. You snickered, nodding in agreement. “I do, my Prince. It’s safe to say, House Velaryon might be my favourite of all the noble Houses I ever met.” you continued, despite still feeling a bit awkward around him. Not in a bad way, of course, but rather, in a way that made you not focus about whatever responsabilities you had and just concentrate on having a good impression on him. And Gods, he was obviously doing the same.

Being the future Lord of Driftmark, he knew he had duties and responsabilities to fulfill, and constantly comply to. But it was so incredibly difficult not to focus on those beautiful features of yours, swallowing nervously. “I believe your great fleets, knowledge of the vast sea, and your honour and loyalty are the things that make just feel too tempted to keep reading about the traditions of your House.” you said, tilting slightly your head to the side, offering him a little proud grin after letting him know you had previously informed yourself about the values of his House.

The crimson hue on your cheeks seemed to creep across the rest of your face, noticing his own doing the exact same. “I see,” he replied meekly, daring to lean a bit more near towards your body with his own. Discreetly, he licked his dried lips in a swift motion. He was not the most courageous one when it came to talking to girls his age, nor expertise, but for you, Luke felt bold enough to try and approach you. “Well, then, perhaps... You could come visit us more often, here at Driftmark.”

You anxiously swallowed, trying to hold back a dumbfounded toothy grin from suddenly appearing in your lips. “I would truly be delighted to show you around, and you could get to know about House Velaryon more personally.” at least, that sounded like the perfect excuse to him to be around you more often, talk to you, and get to know you better. His Grandsire seemed to be getting well enough with your father despite having exclusively met to discuss shipping business, so Luke was certain he would get to see you more often. “And perhaps, you could teach me more about sailing and shipping. Don’t you think so?”

His little grin was alluring enough for you to agree to his proposal in the blink of an eye. Not that you would deny it either way, of course. Without allowing silence to take room between the two of you, you snickered, and immediatly nodded. Your cheeks were entirely heated from the shy, yet excited nerves you had from being around him. And unbeknownst to you, he was truly doing the greatest effort to not shy away from you right there, or simply die from nerves.

“You’re tempting enough for me to accept your proposal, Prince Lucerys.” you retorted, “I agree, and I would be delighted to teach each other.” his smile grew wider, releasing a soft sigh that hinted at how a huge relief overwhelmed him, having been previously tense in case you would deny to see him more often. Playfully, he offered you his hand for you to shake, and you immediatly understood, chuckling lightly. Taking his hand, you gently shook it, fixing your gaze into his eyes, just like he was doing.

“We have a deal, then.”

The idea of lurking you to visit him at Driftmark with your family more often and having the opportunity to talk to you was thrilling. Your charmingly sweet way of being, your lovely company, and the knowledge you had about the traditions and values of his House were enough for you to have easily made your way into his heart without a doubt. And perhaps, you could be perfect to fit for the currently empty spot of being his future Lady of Driftmark.

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