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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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Lightning's Reign and Thunder's Roar VIII

"You look lonely, I can fix that"

"Oh? I'm sure you could but I'd like to leave with my life"

"Why not? It's not like I'll kill you"

"Yes, but with you, my mind will surely be lost" (Caserys' P.O.V)

Fire That's all there was. My father's war with Daemon against the stepstones was fruitful at first but, 3 years later I'm not so sure. We had begun the assault on the Stepstones with Caraxes raining fire on everything in sight. However, the Crab Feeder had another idea to falter towards the sea caves. That way he is away from the fire and we couldn't dip that far in with no foot soldiers. Although my father told me my presence in this war would be required. I fear I'm nothing more than a backup weapon. Daemon and Caraxes hold the most battle time with Laenor and Seasmoke behind them.

I feel this is my mother's doing. I believe she doesn't trust my ability to hold my own which is a fair assessment I have never seen combat before. The crown provides no reinforcements. In fact, today is King Viserys' son, Aegon's second Nameday. We haven't had a bit of assistance in these 3 years. The most I've done was to clear out any remaining soldiers on the back of Rhaeraxes to which he ate the soldiers or clawed them to death. I do fear his breath of lightning, the sands we battle on are filled with water. If he breathed lightning would he shock the entire beach? Would the lightning stretch to the metal armor?

Speaking of metal armor wearing this armor is all too uncomfortable. The different material draped over my body makes it too hard to move. I'm sacrificing my only advantage in battle. After dismounting Rhaeraxes, Caserys removes the heavy armor set allowing his body to feel the weightlessness that's been denied for so long. Shortly after, Daemon's dragon Caraxes flies over the boy and his dragon

"Crap" Caserys began to quickly reposition his armor back to its correct spot but his efforts were in vain. "You know it could be your death if you don't wear your armor"

"I know Daemon, yet I'm not at the stepstones and haven't been out of it in days"

“No matter the setting, your death could be just around the corner”

“Is there a specific reason you sought me out Daemon?”

“Must I have a method to my madness” his face twists into a smirk

“Hm, Daemon tell me how you intend to burn out this crab feeder”

"All will come in time, little dragon. Speaking of dragons why is it out of everyone you always seem to dismount the quickest?"

"Who is everyone? You, myself, and Laenor? It's because Rhaeraxes does not have a saddle"

"It's because of comfort?"

"It's because there is nothing here for me, the only thing I've been allowed to do is pick off the remainder of the armies after Caraxes and Seasmoke clear them out. Rhaeraxes is bigger than Seasmoke and not too far away from Caraxes yet I remain an afterthought."

"It's not that you are forgotten, it's that they fear your dragon."

"What?" I ask my face reflecting disgust at his statement.

"None truly know if your dragon is born of thunder, because you have barely shown it. Yet, they understand your fleeing control. Rhaeraxes is a powerful creature perhaps one day a second coming of the Black Dread but they know his aggression. Even your father and mother fear your inexperience controlling dragons."

"Oh? And what would you have me do? Make a show of power? Instruct Rhaeraxes to shock the entire beach until it's charred?"

"Remember that day I showed you the dragonpit? The day I taught you that song in Valyrian?"

"Yes, what of it?"

"You showed more confidence facing the Bronze Fury than you do facing your own dragon. You might believe that Rhaeraxes listens to you but, you could have your bond run much deeper if you understood why your dragon..."

"Why my dragon what? Is that the end of your sentence?"

"I can not show you if you're not open. Perhaps it's in your best interest, to learn this yourself. Don't despair I already gave you half the answer."

With that Daemon left, probably to find my father and plan out his next course of attack.

But, I can not help but think of his words. He is correct, just because Rhaeraxes doesn't disobey me doesn't me he truly listens to me.

As Caraxes and Daemon departed again for the stepstones, I must speak to Father myself.

"We have 16, perhaps 18, seaworthy ships. Seven hundred foot, some 60 knights. Our food quickly dwindles, save for what we can fish from the sea. I would say we have a fortnight, mayhaps a bit longer with strict rationing. I've made call for Driftmark to send more ships, but they will be weeks away. We are faltering and the Triarchy knows it. We must press the attack, continue sending the dragons." I hear my father say to my brother and uncle as I climb the steps from Rhaeraxes' drop point to their makeshift war tent.

"It won't work, as long we attack him from above the crab feeder will never come out from his caves. The caves that protect him from dragon fire." I begin bringing all attention to myself as I remove the heavy chest plate throwing it down near their meeting table.

"Caserys what is the meaning of this interruption?"

"Forgive me Father but I feel the need to extend my ability to you. Rhaeraxes' ability to spew lightning would yield very different resul-"

"Oh, you mean the lightning no one has ever seen? Every time your dragon has fought it's been with teeth and claws, not lightning. No one doubts your dragon's strength but, a lightning dragon is absurd. I'll hear no more of this Caserys."

His words shut me up. He was right how could I preach about some great ability no one has ever seen not even me. Rhaeraxes did not respond any time I demanded dragonfire.

With great shame dawning on his face, Caserys went back to his dragon. Once finding the beast he mounted Rhaeraxes and took towards the sky in the direction of the stepstones just as Caraxes and Daemon flew back.

"Come on Rhaeraxes" I say looking down at the sand of the stepstones as I instruct my dragon to rise higher above the island inside the clouds.

From the clouds, I can see a figure rowing to the Stepstones but with anxiety in my voice I still say "Just one shock and this can be done, Dracarys" Yet, it falls on deaf ears. Rhaeraxes makes no effort to spew any lightning and I can feel the humiliation set in. I try to push back such feelings as I watch the figure depart from his rowboat and stride toward the Crab Feeder's den waving a white flag. However, it works the Crab Feeder and his men exit the caves none of them can see Rhaeraxes or I hovering just above the clouds. But, just as I believe the silver-haired figure surrenders he fights back. I can't rush in yet though, I need to wait for Daemon to kill the Crab Feeder, or else Rhaeraxes will scare them back into the caves and what I'm assuming is Laenor's plan will have been for nothing. The army of men still rushing from the caves as Daemon falls to the ground. I can not tell if he's injured or hiding from the plethora of arrows raining down. But, as I see Laenor and Seasmoke dip down towards the sands I understand now it's my time to strike.

"One last idea" "Jelmāzma" I say the Valyrian word for storm hoping deep down the word would resonate with Rhaeraxes.

Caserys speaks, and Rhaeraxes responds. Opening his mouth and unleashing a controlled beam of purple lightning his loud hiss spreads as the beam grows divulging into four different beams from Rhaeraxes's mouth. As Caserys dives down with his dragon upon the sound of crackling thunder. The fury of every failed attempt at control amounts to this moment. Instructing Rhaeraxes, Caserys unleashes a full-on assault on this island. The rage imbued in the lightning strikes continued leaving glass sparks in the sand but the purple shock spreading from the point of contact.

Continuing the assault, something changed inside of me. I don't feel doubt in fact, I don't feel much at all. But, once the army before me is dead. I land and dismount Rhaeraxes, admiring the glass shards I created I hear a sentence. "Finally"

A/N Clock this, I'm trying to go quickly.

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LIGHTNING’S REIGN AND THUNDER’S ROAR

Chapter 1 - The Boy of Lightning

Chapter 2 - Lightning's Fury

Chapter 3 - The Deal's a Deal

Chapter 4 - Forged by Storm

Chapter 5 - To Lose is To Die

Chapter 6 - The Heirs of Dragons

Chapter 7 - The Rouge Prince

Chapter 8 - Second of His Name

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Lighting’s Reign and Thunder’s Roar VII

House of the dragon x male oc

@jamieclearwater2314

“They’re only two Targaryens worth mentioning; Aegon the Conqueror and Caserys the Haunting”

“If Caserys was so pretty why would they call him the Haunting”

“It means that his face was one no one could forget, He drove people mad with desire.”

(Caserys’ P.O.V)

“Why do you train Rhaeraxes like this?” asked Rhaenyra

“Like what?” I responded

“The way you treat Rhaeraxes, it's different than any other dragon's training. He won't stay in the dragon pit, won’t eat any food given to him, and no one ever sees him” Rhaenyra began

“Hmmm" I begin to ponder a suitable answer or then just I don't want to. "I do not like the way the dragon master would train the dragons so I decided a different way”

“Yet it’s not only been that instance of difference between you and the rest of us. Everything about you is different. Your hair is more black than white and the rumors of your dragon breathing lightning instead of fire. What sets you apart from the rest of us?” Rhaenyra finally asked

“Hmm I’ve never thought about it” I lied

Of course, I’ve thought about it. Why was the storm on my birth connected to my birth? How was I able to bring Rhaeraxes back from his cold egg and why is he growing so quickly? Why is my hair darker?

I have more questions than answers. However, my family seems to have their own opinions.

My father says the storm was due to my “Velayron blood” being able to enrage the seas with my life

My mother says my hair comes from her Baratheon family members

And my siblings say it was the Faith of the Seven

Allowing myself to forget I was with someone Rhaenyra pulled me back into the land of the living. "Are you okay?"

"Yes I'm sorry, cousin, if you'll excuse me I have to get ready to leave King's Landing" I responded back to Rhaenyra

(Daemon’s P.O.V)

Humiliation

That’s what this is. I am humiliated. I have been denounced as my brother’s heir and been replaced by Rhaenyra. My brother doesn’t understand how to be a King and now he doesn’t understand how he doomed the realm.

I need more power and more men

Caserys, I could use him, his father’s men, and his family’s dragons but I would never be able to gather his father's support.

I need to wait, biding my time until I am ready to strike

That’s the key to win

(Caserys’ P.O.V)

Driftmark seems so cold now. I have been away for quite some time. My room is very clean but hasn’t been lived in. The rock near my room where Rhaeraxes would perch has old burn marks yet no new ones.

King’s Landing has been comfortable but too crowded for Rhaeraxes meaning I hadn't seen him. He had been staying away from the dragon pit and the people in King's Landing in general. That meant he stayed away from me for most parts of the day. I could only recognize his roar from a distance or notice his shadow in the sky when I was alone.

Now I can se—

“Cassy!” I feel hands grab my shoulders turning me forward

As I turn at my new nickname to see my sister Laena. She’s smiling perhaps happy to see me or my reaction to her new name for me.

“Why Cassy? It doesn’t sound like a man’s name at all” I ask

“Hmm I suppose it does not however I believe that's why it suits you even more” she responds

“Oh? What is that supposed to mean?” I question her again

“Nothing important, Father wants to speak to you.” She replied

Cutting my conversation with Laena I begin to look for my father to find him in the Maesters room.

Third Person View

Caserys walked into the room to find his father sitting down looking towards the ocean with the Maester whispering into his ear.

Once he had noticed Caserys he had called him to move forward.

“Hello my son” Corlys started

“Hello father” Caserys replied

“My son, tell me what you know of Daemon Targaryen”

“Why father?”

“He has notified me that he will aid our battle for the stepstones to reclaim our land” Corlys smiled back somewhat twistedly

“I’m sure you can guess he wants the crown he believes was taken from him. I suppose if helping you would rally your support in his cause I imagine he would.”

“I gathered that, but what of his interest in you. The crown wouldn’t justify his sudden interest in your life”

“I haven’t the slightest clue perhaps you should speak to him yourself”

“Watch your tone Caserys, I merely mean what of his plans require your help?”

"Forgive me, Father, for I do not know"

"Very well, understand that with our battle of the stepstones, your help on dragon back will be most crucial. Laena hasn't bonded to a dragon and Rhaeraxes outweighs Seasmoke"

"I understand, I will be ready"

"Go"

(Caserys' P.O.V)

After exiting my father's chambers I make my way outside the castle to find my dragon. To finally be able to see my dragon in the flesh. Rhaeraxes' large body exits the sea caves from underneath the castle, finding a new hiding spot from his rock.

As he approaches me, I notice the large horns on each side of his face, resembling Meleys. Rhaeraxes' three black horns on both sides dawing six horns.

He leans down his face right next to my body. As I place my hands I feel the texture of his rough scales underneath my skin.

"We're going to have to fight soon, We just can not lose control again..."

Rhaeraxes curls his head close to me finding comfort in my presence. Yet feeling a different presence, Rhaeraxes finishes his huddle into my body and then travels back into the sea caves just as Caraxes flies over Driftmark Castle.

"Daemon's war for the crown is going to kill us..."

A/N Back from dead... Feeling pretty good. I'm trying to speed these chapters along for season 2. This chapter is loosely based on Episode 2 but the next chapter will be more coherent and better attached to the timeline. For reference, Rhaeraxes is around Drogon's size perhaps a little smaller so maybe more around Rhaegal. I also changed the spelling of Rayraxs' name to Rhaeraxes (again pronounced Ray-rax-sis). Seeing y'all soon loving you guys my ghost whores.

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do u have a Wattpad ?

Yeah but I don’t really use it

But it’s ghost9wh0re if you want to follow

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A Siren Song

Chapter 1

???’s P.O.V

“Careful of the waves!! I already fucking told you bastards!” I yell at the incompetent men tripping over their own feet.

The waves are aggressive tonight but aren’t brought on by a storm. The night is quiet but the water is too fucking strong.

“AHHH” someone yells

“What was that!?” I scream back

As if a symphony of mutilation ensures. I hear bloodcurdling cries from the former men on my ship yet I see no culprit.

It’s too dark I can’t see shit but I can hear the screams then water splashing the men are splashing into the water once their scream ends.

I took too long to respond to their screams before I’m met with the sight of a man in front of me

“Oh shit who are you?” I ask stupid to the men’s actions

This man looks so alluring his facial features are sharp yet so inviting. As if ready to be devoured his bright eyes staring up at me in a curious expression. His body covered by a coat covered in blood but he doesn’t seem injured. Was he one of my crew?

“Who are you?” The man asks in an accent that seems foreign to me

“I-I erm I am the Captain of the Caspian the ship you’re currently on” I say trying to regain my focus

“Why didn’t you scream?” The man questions

“What? Scream?” I said confused

“Like the others” the man says gesturing the blood spots where my men use to be

“Wait did you do that?” I question my voice beginning to shake as the realization sets in

“How how could someone lik-“

Third Person View

The captain’s head fell to the ship floor as it was detached from his body. The alluring man was painted in a different person’s blood.

“Hmm it took him a long time to realize” said the alluring man

“The Caspian what a pretty name not for me though” the man said as he begun walking towards the main room of the ship to steer the ship back to the mainland

“Finally no more ocean”

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Ok so a siren song got a little teaser and I have to ask

I love putting polls

Im good with either but I’m curious which one would be better

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(Preview) A Siren Song

Robb Stark x Male!Siren Reader

Wattpad era 😉😉😝😝

(Robb’s P.O.V)

The lump in my bed had shrunk from when I saw it last

The warmth was gone from it I was all alone

My mother had barged in and told me to get ready because we had to discuss our next plan of attack against the Lanisters.

As she left I felt the warmth come back to me

M/N had returned

“Why won’t you ever stay with me?” I asked

“Because you won’t stay alone” he responded

“Why don’t you want anyone to see you?” I inquired again

“If they saw me then they would love me too and I wouldn’t be all yours anymore” he spoke again

I thought for a moment it would be better if M/N stayed all mine always and forever.

“Can you sing for me again?” I pleaded with him

“I’m not sure if I sing too much for you then you would lose your mind” he warned me

But I didn’t care I needed to hear him again I had to have him again

A/N: Im not sure if I gonna keep the name as M/N I might make it an oc and give him a name and you guys would just live vicariously through him. This is a short little teaser so a lot might change.

Also do you guys think it would be better to be a metaphorical siren or an actual one

A metaphorical siren is just someone who had an allure to them and like a good singing voice and maybe they like shiny things

While an actual siren gets like the tail and the powers

so idk which you guys would like more I’m good with both

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Ok so the winner is “a sirens song” a teaser for the story will be out soon

And chapter 7 of Lightning reign and thunders roar will be out soon as well so keep an eye out for that

Only a day this time

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Only a day this time

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Bruh 🧍

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45 mins left on the poll and I am at a tie 🧍🧍🧍

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The cover art for the possible fics

“Dark Moon”

“A Sallow Grave” “Siren Song”

Idk why the last two are small and the first one is big (I’ve been on tumblr for a while but I still know nothing)

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This will not effect the updating of Lightnings Reign and Thunders Roar

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Oh Jesus

everyday I think about this

My Love, My Life

Robb Stark x Male Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex

Genre: Smut, fluff

Y/h = Your House

Summay: Y/n of house y/h is on a friendly visit to Winterfell with his family and he catches Robb’s eye. The two spend time together and things get intimate.

(A/N: Honestly have no idea if this turned out good or not, but i really wanted to post something.)

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You rode through the gates of winterfell on your horse tightly surrounded by guards, you could barely see the world around you. As you saw the train of horses stop infront off you, you pulled the rein and your horse came to a halt. The guards around you climbed of their horses and you finally get a good view of the insides of the Winterfell courtyard.

The weather up in the north had a way of making the castle look rather dull yet also homely and cozy. You climbed off your horse and continued to survey the area while your Father was introducing all your elder siblings to Lord Eddard.

Eventually you heard your name be called and you stepped forward. ”And finally, my youngest son Y/n” your father said in a booming voice. You bowed infront of Lord Eddard and said politely ”It’s an honor to meet you my lord”. Then you stepped aside and went to your siblings and stood yourself next to them.

After your father and Lord Eddard finished their reunion you were escorted to what would be your room during the stay. What you didn’t notice was that a pair of eyes were following you as you walked away, Robb thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

He was like in a trance watching you disappear. He didn’t even realise that Jon was trying to get his attention until he grabbed his shoulder and raised his voice saying ”Robb!”. Which made Robb return back to reality.

”Come on we’re gonna go sword training, are you coming?” Jon asked. Robb nodded and walked away with them. Meanwhile you settled in into your room at Winterfell, you were quite enjoying the furs on the bed. After a while you heard a knock on your door and you opened the door to be met with the face of Eddard Stark’s oldest son.

”Lord Stark, it’s a pleasure to see you” you said giving him a smile and a quick bow. Robb gave a small smile and said ”The pleasure is all mine lord y/h. I would personally like to invite you and all your brothers to train swordfighting with me and the others”

You thanked him and said you’d be there and he departed. You hadn’t noticed it up until now but Robb was very handsome. You prepared for the sword training and went down to the armory for equipment where you met up with your brothers.

”We thought you hated swordfighting?” one of them asked. ”I do but i’m here as more of sign of friendship towards the starks” you said cheerfully. Later the others started training, you mostly stood of to the side taunting your brothers as they were easily defeated by the Stark men.

Robb approached you. ”Don’t you want a try” he asked you. ”No, thank you my lord, i’ve always been quite terrible with a sword” you answered smiling. ”Really, what do you do then?” Robb questioned curiously. ”Well personally i’ve always been more on the side of knowledge” you explained.

Robb nodded. ”Would you like me to show you the basics?” Robb asked. You nodded. Robb helped you with your stance, grip and a few techniques. The two of you were so busy focusing on each other that you didn’t noticed that the others were finished and had left.

Soon enough you two noticed that you were all alone outside. You headed for the dining hall where you and Robb ramained deep in conversation through most of feast that had been thrown in your family’s visits honor.

After the dinner you and Robb walked around in the courtyard of Winterfell in a never ending conversation about everything imaginable. Eventually you started to get cold since you weren’t used to being this far north in westeros.

Robb offered you his cloak which you accepted but only after he reassured you that he would not get cold. Soon it became late and Robb walked you back to your room.

He asked you if you’d like to go riding the next day so that he could show you the beautiful forests the north has to offer. You happily accepted to go with him. When he left and you felt the excitement bubbling in your stomach.

You got ready for bed and laid down on the comfortable mattress. While laying in the bed you looked up at the ceiling thinking about Robb he was so kind to you and honestly you had fallen head over heels for him and you didn’t even if he liked men. ”What a mess” you said quietly to yourself.

The next day you met up with Robb after breakfast and had your horses saddled and the two of you rode away from Winterfell and into the forest. It was magical, Robb showed you the most wonderful places.

A small river, a huge tree and a waterfall. He told you the stories of how he found them. But there was something that had been distracting you. ”Robb, why did you invite me out here?” You asked and Robb looked you in the eyes and it felt like he saw exactly what you felt for him.

He put his arms around your waist and pulled you towards him and his lips landed on yours. The two of you made out for 2 hours or 2 minutes you weren’t really sure since you couldn’t think of anything but Robb.

Eventually the sun started setting and you and Robb rode back to Winterfell. You two skipped dinner because you only wanted to be with each other. He took you to his room and the two of you started to hungrily make out.

You threw off your cloak and backed towards Robb’s bed and laid yourself down on it. Robb threw off his own cloak and laid himself on top of you. You and Robb continued making out and slowly slipped out of your clothes.

Now you were naked beneath Robb who still had his pants on. ”Robb, please i need you inside me” you whispered needily. Robb smiled at you lovingly. You felt his fingers moving around on your ass cheeks. His fingers started rubbing your tight hole.

You felt one of his fingers starting to penetrate you making you gasp. He moved it further inside you. After a while he added a second finger streching you out even more. Eventually you were streched out enough for Robb’s cock.

Robb pulled down his trousers exposing is cock for you, he was hung like a horse. He positioned his cock right infront of your hole that was now prepared for all of him. He started pushing in to you and you felt his big cock almost splitting you open.

He pushed slowly in to you while whispering how good you were taking him. Once he was all the way in he started pulling out of you slowly. Then he started pushing in and out off you repeatedly. The pain of having Robb inside you had turned to pleasure and ecstasy.

Your bodies had turned sweaty as you rubbed your chests together as he was thrusting inside you. ”My cock is big isn’t it?” Robb whispered while adding some extra rough thrusts. ”Yes, Robb it feels huge inside me” you said but you could barely get the sentence out without moaning.

You were approaching your climax as Robb continued thrusting into you. Soon you came all over your stomach, some even splashed on Robb’s. Robb did one last thrust in to you and filled your ass with his warm seed.

He pulled out and you could feel his cum leaking out of you. Robb layed down next to you and held you close. Nothing could spoil this moment for the two of you.

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Lightning’s Reign and Thunder’s Roar VI

Male oc x house of the dragon

This one’s for you @jamieclearwater2314

His soft mews were enough to make any man lose his head.

The way his body moved under mine made heart race.

The loss of him would start a war

(Rhaenys’ P.O.V)

“It’s the King’s tournament for his heir and your father is on the king’s small council.” I told my youngest son

“I understand that but why do I have to go?” My son asked back

“It’s rude for you not to go and you’ll be able to see your cousin Rhaenyra” I countered

“No that’s not what I mean it’s just, Queen Aemma has had 4 pregnancies in the past year every one of them has died” Caserys remarked

“Sigh I know but we still have to go for your father and the king.” I finally spoke

That seemed to get through my youngest’s head. He agreed to go but however became excited for it when he learned Daemon would be coming as well.

The Next Day

I decided to accompany my husband on the boat instead of riding Meleys and racing Caserys on Rayraxs. Caserys had struggled in taming his dragon but, one day it seemed like they had clicked. Rayraxs listened to Caserys and Caserys only. My son had still refused to hold his dragon in the dragon pit but didn’t ask my husband and I to make a space for him. They flew together with a speed that is unmatched. Meleys and I were once known as the fastest but upon inspection at my son we were quickly outmatched.

(Caserys’ P.O.V)

King’s Landing hasn’t changed it still has the same stink it always does. The smell of wine and sex an unforgiving scent. I wished to ride on my dragon however Rayraxs had to stay on the far side of the kingdom as to not frighten the people and because I still refused to hold him in the dragon pit.

I was walking around the halls of the King’s Castle when I stumbled upon my cousin Rhaenyra. She hadn’t seem to notice me. She was lost walking away from her mother’s room. I swiftly walked up behind her to spook her and make my presence known.

“Hello dear cousin” I started

“Hello Caserys you startled me” she responded

I linked my arm under hers as we continued to walk.

“How are you doing cousin?” I asked her

“I’m well excited for the tournament” she replied

“Haha I mean with your mothers pregnancy. You will not be the only child anymore” I continued

“I’m happy that my father will finally have his son and I hope that my mother doesn’t have to continue having children.” she confessed

Her confession did startle me. Normally it would be considered treasonous for someone to wish the queen would stop having children and it’s uncouth for the princess to admit that. She as well seemed startled.

“I’m sorry I don’t know why I told you that please don’t tell-“

“Rhaenyra it’s ok I won’t tell anyone” I cut her off comforting her

Rhaenyra’s face soften at my statement. She thanked me and told me she had to go as she was late for her father’s meeting. I didn’t believe we were close enough to share things like that. So why did she tell me that?

(Daemon’s P.O.V)

Walking up the steps of the Castle of King’s Landing feels much better knowing the gold cloaks and I made this city much safer and that this castle would one day be mine.

Entering the throne room I see my prize. What everything I have done has been for, my seat, my power. The Iron Throne. Sitting on this throne feels even better I connect to the seat as if it was made for me. Reveling in my throne I’m interrupted as my niece walks in.

“What are you doing uncle?” she asks me in High Velaryon

“Sitting” I chuckle responding back in Velaryon

(Caserys’ P.O.V)

The cliff near the back of the king’s castle were the only space big enough that could hold Rayraxs as the dragon pit wasn’t a suitable option and he desired to be close to me. I had told him to stay yet if I was in danger he would destroy the entire city trying to look for me. My mother instructed me to greet my father and the king after their small council meeting. Then, after I was to ready myself for the heir’s tournament my mother said that the king was never truly a dragon rider so dragon back wasn’t his favorite scent.

Getting closer to the small council room I hear speaking it’s coming from the council room. I investigate the sound to find a small crack in the wall near the room. This crack is not guarded and is secluded enough that no one could see me here. I begin to listen to the conversation so that I’m able to hear

“Queen Aemma must have this child, If the realm is left to Daemon it will devolve into madness.”

“Daemon is the king’s heir and until this child comes he will stay the king’s heir”

“I can offer a different solution for a different heir.” This voice I recognized as my father

“Corlys you would have your wife as the heir?”

“Rhaenys was stepped over but has produced two male heirs. The throne should go through us.” My father responded to the man

“Enough because you sit as the King’s table does not make you his equal. You forgot yourself Corlys.”

“Your son Caserys would make a better whore than king” another man said

That statement about me was something I had heard before as well as my father. However, that still didn’t hold his anger I could hear him stand up and slam his hands on the table as he stood up.

“Silence do not speak ill of Lord Corlys’ son. My son will be born soon and I will not hear anymore of this until he is” The voice spoke that I recognized as King Viserys

The meeting was coming to an end I needed to leave to be able to greet my father and the king. I slipped out of the crack and walked a few steps down before walking back to see my father exiting the small council room. He looked a little disturbed his hand reached for my arm as he pulled me away before anyone else could see me.

“What are you doing here?” He asked me angrily as looked around

“I had to come to greet you and the King” I told him

“Not here you can greet the King at the tournament” he spoke to me

I could tell he was angry at the the man would made the whore comment at me but I didn’t want to bring it up as he would be angrier that I was listening. I couldn’t help but shake the feeling that the man was right.

I would make a better whore than anything…

The tournament felt as a cover. That their was an underlying issue that wasn’t being spoken about. King Viserys had left halfway. The first tournament player has asked for my mother’s blessing calling her the queen who never was a restraining title. Daemon had asked for Rhaenyra’s friend Alicent’s favor which felt like he was mocking me and the last player named Criston Cole had asked for Rhaenyra’s favor. In the end Criston Cole had won the tournament but the news spread of Queen Aemma’s death and suddenly no one could care for the tournament. Rhaenyra, Alicent, and Daemon had all left my parents as well.

The news was found out to be true. Queen Aemma and her son Prince Baelon had passed away. Their funeral were to take place in the morning. How quickly this joyous day has turned sad. Rayraxs had been staying away as he wouldn’t stay in dragon pit but wasn’t allowed free reign. The funeral was to be as expected. Rhaenyra seemed more angry at her father than mournful with him.

Daemon spooked up behind me.

“Such a tragic what happened to the King’s Heir” he spoke in a whispered manner but I felt the bits of malice in his voice.

He spoke and walked away before I could response to him walking towards Rhaenyra. His expression changed and softened when he spoke to Rhaenyra it seems his words continued to fuel her anger towards her father. Syrax was waiting on top of a rock near Queen Aemma and Prince Baelon’s bodies. Rhaenyra looked to her father to say the word but he was too choked up. That seemed to anger her more and she spoke the command words instead of her father.

“Dracarys” she said with tears in her eyes.

And with the fire went King Viserys’ heir

The whole castle was in mourning of the Queen and Prince’s death or so I thought.

I heard that Daemon rented out an entire whore house in the street of silk to celebrate his new throne. His entire city watch in toe.

Listening to my father speak about Daemon’s actions made me wonder how the King reacted. It didn’t take long before I learned that Daemon had been disowned as heir. He had no heir so my father told me that Otto Hightower had recommended another person. My father told me this because she was my friend and cousin. He felt that our houses should have been united and we should keep the Targaryen’s close.

The King’s heir is

Rhaenyra Targaryen

A/N: it’s been a while and I’ve been very busy with finals but now it’s over and I have something else in store that I’m excited to share

[ghost9bore]

can I request something for a fic?

Honestly sure it might take me a while to get to it though