#starks couldnt have done it without the targaryens

[blorbobird]

KISSES IN A BROOM CLOSET (pt.2)

status: nsfw

fandom : hotd! harrypotter au!

pairings : jace/aegon & luke/aemond

This was a improper use of the silencing charm.

"Jesus Fucken Christ-" Jacyers swears as he's shoved against a door. Cushioned with a warm, firm chest against his. Chastised moans mingling in the hormone-reaked air.

"You swear to your mortal Gods?" Aegon humors with a cruel quirk of the lips. Rolling his hips into his awaiting palm below. "Your true nature really does show itself, Strong."

His fathers name used as an insult, returning the bitter favor by tugging a fistful of white hair until the opposite male winces.

"Dont act righteous, inbred. Not when your cocks in my hand," Jace warns. Meeting the crazed gaze without an ounce of fear pulsing through him.

Aegon keeps his grin as lilac eyes flicker down to the younger's lips. "The irony of it? Calling me an inbred as you hold your uncle's cock?" Jace bites his tongue at this for just long enough to not get a word in. "Whose self righteous now?"

They had been raised different. Rhaenyra's boys so true and kind and well. Alicents offspring had become vain and corrupt rather quickly. Either way, Targareyn blood ran strong in the mix of them. Fiery and fucked up.

Lips met each other is a fierceness of clashing teeth. Waring with their mouths. Tongue's battling for dominance as hands explore eachothers bodies. Aegon's self righteousness is so thick Jace can practically taste it. He wants to taste more-

"It's your mother then," The crazed voice doesnt stop and Jace sighs. Ceasing his movements on Aegon's cock.

Regretting why he was here as he draws for breath. It all happened so quickly it could hardly be kept up with or fully registered. Quickly beating hearts and nervous touches.

"The whorishness. Im just surprised you havent begged me to fuck you yet-"

Aegon's face is met with a loud slap. The same palm just stroking his cock, an act of violence is made from. However, such a movement provokes the opposite of what the Strong boys intent was. It spurs the elder on in some odd sense.

"Im done." Taking a step to push him off but he's met with resistance. "You twisted sadist —"

Ringed fingers meet his jaw to keep him in place. "Masochist, actually. In this scenario," Pushing their lithe bodies together. No room to breath now. Chests rising and falling as one. As if trying to show physically how well they fit together. "Look at me,"

He doesnt. "I have a girlfriend," Jace sighs. Some what defeated in his voice. A whispered after thought.

A snort. "Ah, yes. That Stark girl." The suname is said like a swear word. "Whats her name? Sansa?"

"Sara." Jace says finally meeting his gaze. "Her name is Sara."

Aegon doesnt seem all to pleased at the mention. Like he doesnt want any other name dropped from his lips beyond his own. Jesus Fucking Christ Himself included. "How'd you to meet?" His tone filled with cold humor.

Rathering to not jog memory lane of fucking the Stark male then cheating on him with his sister. Perhaps Jace was a whore but he couldnt confess that to himself, none the less Aegon. "Im not doing this,"

"You're the one who brought her up," Nearly unblinking. Refusing to look anywhere but his eyes as he has finally captured the sight of them. "I saw you two last night at dinner. News traveled fast. So imagine my surprise when you kissed me-"

A scoff. "Dont make this my doing!"

Aegon brings his face down a half inch closer. "Its both our doings. Merlin knows you tasted this good I would've initiated it sooner."

Truth be told the elder Targaryen had thought of it often. Never admitting it to anyone but since a young age he enjoyed his nephews visits. He hadnt known if it was obvious, but he tried to play it off not to be. Aemond loathed them and partially that fault, had been Aegon's own doings, but that's a conversation for another time.

He enjoyed their visits the same way Alicent enjoyed Rhaenyra's. Never admitting but those who knew, knew plenty. Secret admiration that was never made any good of.

He'd make up for it now. All of it. Starting with this, starting with him.

"Im sorry," Aegon says breathlessly. Quiet enough that if Jace wasnt so close he wouldn't be able to hear it.

Jace eyes soften a bit and he hates it. Not what he says, but how he says it. His hardnening features softening as he looks upon Jacerys in near-defeat. It makes his stomach tumble in a way thats not all that settling.

"Kiss me." He whispers and no more time is wasted before lips are upon his. Hungry and eager. Neither knew what this was, perhaps for now just kissing and getting another off until Aegon had to leave, but maybe that was enough.

A gasped moan as Aegons hips grind against Jace's. Using friction to get himself off. He'd cum all over that burgandy sweater of his until it was stained. Something of Jacerys he could mark up as worn in and ruined by his own doing.

Skin — yes. He needed to mark up his skin too. Brand him as his personal whore. Lips cascade from his mouth to his jaw to his throat. Teeth gliding against a pulse until he finds it.

Someone screams distantly but he doesn't care.

"Fuck," Jace groans tilting his head back against the wood of the door to give more access to his neck. The once comfortable sweater now suddenly all too warm. He needs it off. Now.

"Look at this," Moving his teeth off to glide his tongue against his brusing work. Sealing the hickey with a layer of saliva. "Gryffindors golden boy being ruined by such a dark wizard." Aegon attacks his neck again before he can talk his way out of this again. The idea of sending him back to his little girlfriend with welts of another lover.

The previously distant screams multiply by people it finally meets Jace's ears. Causing him to stiffen. Eyes widening alarmed.

To Aegon it is mearly all an annoyance. A meaning of cock blocking that has him pinning Jace ever so much harder against the door. A silent scold of 'Dont you dare think about it'.

"Whats?," He begins and is abruptly cut off.

"Nothing." Aegon grits against his tan skin. "Ignore it," Kissing lower to lay another pretty mark against his collar bone. Tugging the hemline of the collar aside to brand him all over. He better not cover these, all his hard work. Aegon works hard for nothing. This would he such a waste.

Jace almost does. Meeting his hips against Aegon's until a clear (and very distinct) scream brings him out of his fogged-up lust.

"Luke?!-"

The blonde growls. Despising the name suddenly. "He'll be fine," Two seconds away from tearing the damned sweater off him. Release was so close-

"He's screaming!" Jace pushes Aegon off, mostly worried above all else. "What's happening?"

He doesn't have to guess. Aemond, probably. Thats all the psychopath talked about. Before they got here, on the way here, during the ceremony, after waking up. Blah, blah, blah.

Hands go to Jace's zipper. Undoing it whilst he still can. "Help me get me off in five seconds and Ill help you," Wanting to see his cock more than anything. Now their time was being ruined by the little, younger, brat of a boy.

And oh … is his cock splendid.

"But what if he's-"

Aegon, the maniac himself, gets to his knees. "He'll be fine." Sliding his tongue across the leak of precum edging from the slit. The salty flavour has him humming and Jace gasping in shock.

"He can survive one more minute," He says finally before taking the Strong boy's cock into his mouth.

#aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen #lucemond #aegon targaryen #jacerys targaryen #smut drabble #ao3 author

[shazyloren]

Little Lyanna

Summary:  Jon is out of his mind with worry, trying to busy himself as his wife labours their baby into the world... They've been trying so long, and they had once thought it would not happen.

Notes: As you know, I am taking part in a challenge on tumblr by user 'JonerysFic' and 'MhysaOfDragons' in which for seven days from Valentines day I am uploading a new one shot. The prompts have been provided and the stories have all been written and I gotta say you're in for a lot of Jonerys content. So Day 7, the last day, 20th February, which is when I'm uploading this, the prompt I chose was 'Free Choice'. So I got thinking and decided to expand on my glorious reign series and give you the birth of their first child, Lyanna.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17864576

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Jon was going crazy.

Waiting for the arrival of his and Dany’s child had left him drinking with Tyrion in the hands quarter as a promise to Dany that he’d stay away while she laboured their baby. All of the dogs in King’s Landing were howling, due to the storm that had captured the city and by extension scared the inhabitants into staying inside. Lighting and rain, flashing and fierce. There had been four storms since he and Dany assumed the throne five years ago, but this had by far been the worse. Ironic that their child would also be known as Stormborn like it’s mother, but that also left deep rooted fear within Jon himself.

He wondered if she would survive, after all both of their mother’s had perished when giving birth to them, although Sam was dealing with her, the only person he trusted. But there was still this nagging feeling of fear within him that meant he was on edge and pacing the hands chambers all the while it was going on. He could stand on the Balcony and see their chambers from it, but he wouldn’t know what was happening.

They’d lost a babe already, after the first time they’d made love on the boat from dragonstone to White Harbour, Dany’s bleeding had not arrived. They didn’t count their chickens before they hatched, both of them knowing what happened to her last babe, but when her belly had began to swell with life they were joyous. Jon requested they not tell anyone, as only Missandei, Sam and themselves knew at that moment. But about ten weeks after the conception, Dany bled hard and the babe was lost.

She’d cried for weeks in private with him, they’d shared his chambers and it had been heart-wrenching to see her suffer. She put on a smile for the lords of Winterfell, and when they’d caught her crying she’d always played it off as the lose of her Dragon, which in a sense was also her child. So when her belly had become swollen once again six months ago, they’d been very joyous yet extremely cautious. Jon had not let her do anything, she was to relax for the first few months, must to her annoyance.

And now, she was in labour, a month early.

To make matters worse, Lord Baratheon and Lady Stark (Jon’s sister) had sprung upon them a surprise visit, which meant they too were in the hands chambers, drinking with him as the entertainment Tyrion had quickly thrown together for the visiting family got cut short. Daenerys was in the middle of giving a speech when she’d gushed on the floor and began to feel light headed.

She was early, and this was all the more reason Jon was worried. The chances of both of them surviving was very small, but he’d hoped that she had, they both had. If she was to go… Jon couldn’t even bare to think about it, he loved her so hopelessly that the even consideration that Daenerys Targaryen, his wife, his queen, would never see him again, would never look at him with those eyes, was completely consuming him

“Stop pacing, you idiot” Arya grumbled, fiddling with a knife, twisting it between her fingers. The Valyrian blade that Bran had bestowed upon her all those years ago, before he’s met his end… Jon shook his head and did as he was told. He may be the king, but when Ayra said to do something, he listened without question.

“It’s natural to be fearful, Your Grace” Tyrion countered, pouring red wine into his goblet and almost downing it instantly. “But I can assure you she’s in very good hands”

Jon knew she was, Sam had delivered several babies now including that of his sister, Sansa’s two children with her husband up in the north. He may be Lord of Horn Hill, but he also was their maester, and Jon trusted him more than anyone else besides Daenerys.

“Perhaps we can do something to take your mind off of everything, Your Grace?” Gendry offered. Nothing would take Jon’s mind off of it, he knew as such, but he took the bate and sat down at the table with the other three. “Are there any pressing issues that need resolving in the city?”

“We’ve been dealing with a speight of theft in flea bottom” Jon shrugs, reminding himself that flea bottom needs to be renamed as it wasn’t the hive of poverty it had once been in the era of the Lannisters rule. Jon and Dany had more than enough comforts here in the Red Keep that he’d make monthly donations of food and clothes that were worn by servants down to them and handed them out personally.

“Okay, let’s focus on that then”

It worked for maybe twenty minutes, until Jon swore he heard screaming all the way across the Red Keep. He knows he didn’t, it was more than likely his mind playing tricks on him, but still, it was enough to stop him from wanting to commit to the City’s issues and think about her instead.

He didn’t pray to the old gods, after all he’s seen in the world he doubted any god’s existence anymore, but he did pray to Sam’s ability that he’d keep her alive, both of them. He should’ve ignored Dany, stayed with her until the end, but it had been hours and she’d begged him to go until it was done. He wouldn’t if it was a case of not wanting to seem weak, or not wanting to see the birth, or perhaps if she did pass, she didn’t want him to see it in front of his eyes.

Whatever her reasons, it was a decision that was driving him crazy and fearful and almost alone.

“Sansa has birthed two children, both of which were successfully delivered by Sam, stop having a crisis you’ll look like you’re supposed to be celebrating your fiftieth name day” Arya was growing impatient and Jon did not blame her in the slightest, but had they known about the baby they lost, then perhaps she’d know why he was frightened for his Queen.

Sansa knew now, shortly after the war and her engagement and subsequent wedding to Gawen of House Glover, she’d come to Jon about bleeding heavily and unsure of anyone to turn too. She’d suffered a miscarriage and it had affected her mentally. Jon had offered comfort and told her the story of her and Dany losing one and from that moment, Sansa had dealt with the issue better.

“I’m her husband, she’s my Queen, let me worry” Jon sighs, thinking back to the times in which his worries were the living dead killing all of men-kind.

So much had changed and so much was still to change now that he and Daenerys were to become parents. The capital had been so happy at the news of their King and Queen welcoming a child soon, and thankfully, the other lords in the kingdom had too. Jon had struggled with it on some occasions. A child was something Jon had always wanted but never envisioned he would have when he was serving on the wall, but something that had come true and very shortly, he’d have to be a father.

Would he be a good one?

“Your Grace” Jon hears behind him and so he turns to note several guardsmen and Sam, the Maester and man he trusted amongst everyone else. He was covered in blood, as was to be expected after delivering a baby, but his appearance still filled him with dread.

“Is everything alright?” Tyrion is the first one to speak.

“Mother and babe are both alright” Sam nods and Jon almost wants to fall to his knees. The relief that over spills in his body is almost too much to handle. He doesn’t know whether to sit down, to run to Dany’s side, to kiss Sam even. “The Queen has lost a lot of blood however, so she needs to rest up for a few weeks, eat plenty and drink lots of water to get her up and running again” Sam takes a small pause. “It’s a girl”

Arya squeals piercingly into the air and yet Jon isn’t affected by it, he’s just shocked, his entire system falling apart as he imagines a small girl in his arms. A girl, a little daughter to call my own, our beautiful miracle, our beloved angel . Jon needs to see them both, he need to hold her in her arms and look at the beautiful life he and Dany created together.

“Can I seem them?” Jon ask, knowing that even if Sam said know he’d still go anyways. Sam just nods and that’s all Jon needs to start a quick pace towards his own bedchambers.

The halls are quiet when he leaves Tyrion’s chambers, only guardsmen with smiles on their faces as Jon feels glee and anticipation build in his chest. He follows the way to his chambers that he was so familiar with at this point, seeing servants cleaning and clearing stuff away, seeing cats up on the balcony, seeing the steps to their space. She was there, his little princess was waiting for him, and his queen too.

When he reached the door to his chambers, he was greeted by Missandei who was holding sheets covered in blood, she was smiling brightly when her eyes connected with Dany’s. Clearly happy both the Queen and the girl were okay. She gleefully grins before heading off in the direction Jon came from, leaving him to open the door.

The sound he was greeted with was like music to his eyes, a soft gurgling and a sweet song that melted away every fear in his body. He did not know the song, he thinks perhaps she made it up, but her voice is tunely and melodic and the happiness that was radiating from it was enough to send Jon wild. He sees them then, Dany, sat up in the bed with a small clothed babe in her arms. Jon, in an instant, is at her side.

“Stars above” Jon whispers as Dany kisses him on the cheek. “She’s absolutely perfect”

As he looked at her, he notices she has been born with a thick head full of hair, black hair like his own and a little bit all over the place. Her eyes however, magnificently violet and delightfully wild. Jon knows the babe can’t see them both yet, but she was content just being in her mother’s arm.

“I’m glad you’re here” Dany sighed, Jon knew she was tired. “She needs to hear her Father speak to her”

She passed him over and for what felt like hours, Jon just held her in his arms and looked at her. She was the most perfect creation that has ever been because of him. He loved her with every drop of blood in his veins, every breath in his lungs and ever word in his mouth. He whispered to her, promised her that he would protect her until his last breath, love her until he could not any longer and he even shed tears. He was sensitive in the moment but he did not care.

She was a dream.

“I want to call her Lyanna” He says out of nowhere, not having heard anything Dany had said, just cut off from it all as he stared at the perfect babe in his arms. “I think my mother deserves that” He stated. After everything his own mother went through, everything she and his real father gave up for him, and after wanting to know about her and finally finding out the truth, Jon felt sure that was the little babe in his arms name. “If that’s okay with you”

“Little Lyanna Targaryen” She sighs, sleep wanting to take his wife over. She was now laying down, hoping to get a moment of sleep. Jon did not mind, it meant he got to hold his babe for longer. Little Lyanna Targaryen, it was. “I like it, then if we have another one, we’ll call him Robb”

If we have another one, we’ll call him Robb.

Jon liked the idea, but they had everything they needed for now. Him, his queen and their beautiful Princess Lyanna. A life Jon never envisioned, but one he was grateful of nonetheless.

#jon snow #daenerys targaryen #jon x daenerys #jonerys #jonerysvalentine #mhysaofdragons #fanfic #game of thrones