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Of One Flesh

House of the Dragon: Rhaenyra Targaryen x twin!reader

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)

WC: 2.5 k

Prompt: First and Last Fight for @sweetspicybingo (Beginnings Bingo Masterlist)

Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, jealousy, infidelity, possessive behavior, fingering, oral, scratching, Targcest

Summary: No one can vex you quite so much as your twin

You and Rhaenyra were born into this world together, bathed in blood and flesh intertwined. Your mother sobbed as she cradled both bonny babes in her arms, weeping with relief and joy. Neither of you was a son, but the perfect princesses with amethyst eyes. Rhaenyra emerged mere minutes before you, making her the elder, though as you each grew, it was always side by side and never in the other’s shadow. Each had a golden dragon; hers was Syrax, and yours was Aurelyx. You oft took the skies with your sister, silver hair whipping in the wind as the sky bathed in a golden hue.

You learned long ago of a secret passage that allowed you to slip into your twin’s room easily. You loved to curl around her, listening to the soft thrum of her heart and resting your head against her chest as it rose with every breath she took. You couldn’t imagine living in this world without her. Admittedly, you were a bit jealous of her bond with Lady Alicent, but Rhaenyra was so delightful that you could hardly blame others for wanting to be in her presence. One day, you hoped she would be queen if your mother did not bless the family with a son.

Time passed, with the Stranger claiming your mother and newborn brother, and your father took Alicent Hightower to wife. Rhaenyra’s anger burned harsher and brighter than your own, especially after Aegon’s birth; she felt betrayed, though you doubted she would have been happy with Father taking Laena as his bride either. She grew colder and harder, yet it all melted away when in your presence. It was her turn to take comfort in you, sneaking into your chambers during the late hour of the owl, snuggling against you. Her head would rest on your chest as you stroked her silver braid. It would all be fine so long as you had each other.

“Princess,” Ser Harwin Strong smiled down at you as you sat in the gardens with Helaena in your lap, as a centipede crawled over her tiny hands. He held a dazzling pink rose in one hand and offered it to you.

“Many thanks, Ser Harwin,” you smiled, feeling your cheeks warm as you lifted the sweet smelling flower under your nose.

“Have a pleasant day, Princess,” he grinned, and Helaena cooed in your lap.

“You are smitten with him,” Rhaenyra teased.

“Mayhaps,” you replied, your heart thrumming like a hummingbird in your chest.

Though you were smitten with Ser Harwin, your heart would always truly belong to Rhaenyra. If only one of you had been born a son. Dragonblood called to each other, but even you understood such a union would not be looked upon highly. You and Rhaenyra kept your kisses behind closed doors, and you would never forget the first time you brought her to a wondrous release against your fingertips, then she repaid the favor with her tongue. It put neither of your virtues at risk, and thus the dalliances continued, bodies tangled together like when you first brought forth into the world.

Her wedding to Ser Laenor approached closer with every turn of the day, and you wondered when your match would come. Lord Jason Lannister had promised you a lion cub along with all the finest trinkets his golden coin could buy. Gwayne Hightower seemed an option as well.

“You should let it slip to Father; you have more negotiating room than I do, yet he allowed me to agree with Ser Laenor,” Rhaenyra said.

You might broach the topic after Rhaenyra’s wedding; you did not wish to push so much onto your father yet. You were not in a hurry to be wed, but would accept such a match when the time arrived. Rhaenyra’s wedding proved to be bloody, and the pressure for her to produce an heir began to take its toll. One morning, your father suggested you decide between Lord Jason or Ser Gwayne, and so that evening, you tucked lemon cakes into the pockets of your robe with a torch in hand as you padded through the secret passage toward your twin’s room. Very gently, you pushed the secret passage open, careful not to make much noise. You stood frozen, the torch blazing in your grip as you took in the sight before you.

Ser Harwin lay beneath your twin as she mounted him, sweat gleaming over her naked body as silver hair cascaded down her back. His large hands cupped her bare breasts as her hips rocked. Angry tears burned your eyes, and the torch clattered to the ground before you spun around on your heels to dash away. Rhaenyra’s gasp filled the room, and your sobs did not escape until you were in the privacy of your own chambers. The saltiness from your tears gathered on your lips as you pressed your face into the golden embroidered pillow. How could she? How dare she?

You nearly jumped out of your skin when a gentle hand settled on your lower back. You twisted away, scooting onto your knees and quickly backing away. Rhaenyra came into view through your blurry, tear-stained vision.

“Please, do not be upset with me,” she begged. A red robe was draped over her petite frame.

A lump formed in your throat as your fists furled into tight fists. “How could you?” you wailed, vexed by how pathetic you sounded, but you were wounded.

“The pressure…I…Ser Harwin has been so kind to me…”

“Get out!” you roared.

She flinched, her slippers scraping against the floor as she wrapped her arms around herself.

“I cannot bear it if you are upset with me!” she pleaded.

“You care not for the consequences of your actions, Rhaenyra! Leave me! I cannot bear to look upon your face.”

She squeaked, tears rolling down her cheeks as she fled to her chambers. You had never been so angry in your whole life, and never gone so long out of the presence of your twin. Now you understood the power of anger and betrayal. You despised seeing Ser Harwin claim her in such a way, a way that should be yours alone, as foolish as that was. She was yours, and your heart ached. On the morrow, you told your father that you would marry Lord Jason Lannister as the company of a lion club and an escape to Casterly Rock seemed preferable to remaining at court.

“We cannot part when we are at odds, please, sister,” Rhaenyra pleaded when she found you in the gardens, “I am sorry for what I did, knowing your feelings for Ser Harwin.”

You sighed, stood up, and smoothed out your violet gown, leaving your book discarded by the tree. Her words seemed genuine and true, and the look on her face seemed so distraught. You did not wish to leave when there was a crack to be mended. You reached your hands toward hers, and she rushed forward to take hold of them. Her forehead pressed against yours, and her warm breath tickled your cheeks. She was your blood, and that bond ran deep.

“I must admit to being quite shocked. Apart from hurting my feelings, you put yourself at great risk,’ you whispered, stroking your thumbs across the tops of her hands.

“I know, but I must produce an heir and Laenor….”

“Shhh, I understand. You needn’t speak of it, I cannot begin to imagine the pressure you are under.”

“I cannot do it without you by my side, and now you will be leaving me,” she sniffled.

“Casterly Rock is not far on dragonback,” you smiled.

Rhaenyra laughed softly before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Though I have told Father there is no reason to rush the wedding,” you said slyly, and she gave you a playful shove, her laughter ringing brightly through the air.

“I am glad to hear it,” she smiled.

“And truth be told, I was far more jealous of him than you,” you smirked before crashing your lips against hers in a bruising kiss, and later that evening you used your tongue to bring her to pleasure over and over.

“Sister,” you breathed, opening your arms toward Rhaenyra.

Tears glistened on her porcelain skin as she rushed into your embrace, burying her face against your shoulder. Motherhood had softened the hard edges that were formed years ago.

“My heart aches at the loss of Ser Laenor and Lady Laena,” you whispered, stroking her silver braided hair. Two deaths so close together were a tragedy. Lady Laena was claimed by the burden of the birthing bed and dragon fire, and the sea claimed Ser Laenor as his sorrows were drowned.

“What am I to do now that I stand alone?” she sniffled, gripping you tightly.

“You are never alone, sweet sister. I will always be by your side. My husband understands that I must be by your side at Dragonstone during these times and allows the children to accompany me,” you hummed, swaying her softly in her arms.

“He does?” Rhaenyra asked, lifting her head to meet your gaze.

“I have provided him two sons and four daughters, as well as two dragons that have hatched to bond with his heir and firstborn daughter. When I ask for something, he is usually most agreeable.”

“This news soothes my heart, sister,” she smiled as you gently pressed your thumbs to her cheeks to wipe away her tears.

“We have been apart far too long, and while I have made a comfortable home at Casterly Rock, the call of Dragonstone beckons me. We shall fly together again and our children shall laugh and play as we did as children,” you said.

You held her hand during the funeral rites, as Lady Laena’s body was returned to the sea. Ser Laenor’s already rested with the swollen waves. You patted Rhaenyra’s arm before making your rounds, comforting the twins, your Aunt, and Lord Corlys. You made way to Daemon, pausing as you noticed him exchange a sly look with Rhaenyra. You brushed it off, offering condolences before checking on your children, who stood in a sea of dark, golden, and silver tresses with their cousins.

Jason was lost in his cups, snoring in bed as you wiggled into slippers and a robe, making your way to your sister’s chambers. The two of you wrapped together, her nose snuggled against the back of your neck as you both slumbered. The hour of bat stretched into the hour of the eel, and you woke to an empty bed and commotion brewing throughout Castle Driftmark. Your children were still asleep in their chambers with their attending maids, and you wrapped your robe tighter around your frame as you went to investigate.

Your half-brother, Prince Aemond, had lost an eye at the hand of young Prince Lucerys as the former claimed Vhagar, which caused an upset. Where in the Gods had the guards been? The maester attended to Aemond’s slashed eye while you did your best to calm Luke and looked around for Rhaenyra. Your blood went cold when you saw her come through the door with Daemon on her heels, and both looked disheveled. A dull ache began to creep around the edges of your head, and you closed your eyes as the scene unfolded around you with Alicent’s demand for Luke’s eyes and Rhaenyra’s blood dripping onto the floor.

The last thing you remembered was Rhaenyra calling out for you as you left her behind to deal with her mess.

“What do you mean you return to Casterly Rock?” Rhaenyra growled as she burst through your doors as your ladies made arrangements.

“Leave us, please,” you smiled kindly at them.

“You said you would join me at Dragonstone,” she huffed, and your eyes darted to the wound stitched neatly up her wrist and forearm.

“You seem to enjoy playing me for the fool, Rhaenyra. Your husband is barely cold, yet you run straight into our Uncle’s arms. How you cry and wail at the worry of being alone,” you seethed, fingers curling into fists.

She took a step back, a wounded look on her delicate face.

“It will never be me. I always choose you, and you always choose another,” you whispered as angry tears burned your eyes.

“No….I…you are my heart. My other half, I cannot exist without you. Daemon offers another purpose, a stronger claim.”

You could not fault that. You could not provide marriage and protection, but the hurt still throbbed fresh and raw. You sank into the wooden chair, letting your face drop into your hands as the tears fell freely. Rhaenyra settled her hand on the back of your neck, her fingers curling around your flesh. It made you feel like a part of her again. She guided you to your feet, her soft lips kissing and licking your tears away, drawing you into her. You let her hands dance over your body before unlacing your gown, and you did the same to her.

Her fingers were like gossamer as they stroked your bare skin. She pressed you down until your back rested on the bed, then spread your thighs wide, gently caressing your damp, exposed flesh until you shivered.

“Mine, sister,” she breathed before slipping between your thighs and pressing her mouth against your dripping sex, tongue swirling over your.

Your ringed fingers tangled in her mussed, loose hair as you rocked against her mouth while she suckled on your swollen pearl until white stars burst behind your eyelids. Your ambrosia soaked her mouth and tongue as she greedily lapped it all up, swallowing every drop of you down. It took you a moment to recover before you pounced on her, raking your nails down her back before tenderly kissing the wound on her arm, feeling the raised flesh beneath your tongue. She groaned, twisting into the sweet blur of pain and pleasure.

She was beautiful and flushed as she writhed under your fingers, wisps of her silver hair sticking to her damp cheeks as a throaty moan spilled from her rosy mouth. The sight of her took your breath away.

“So beautiful, sister,” you purred, grazing your thumb over her swollen pearl.

She arched before spilling over your fingertips. You hovered over her, hands resting against the sides of her head before lowering to capture her in a kiss. Your teeth sank into her lower lip, her ruby blood spilling over your tongue. Rhaenyra hissed softly before splitting your lip open as well and drinking you in. One in blood, one in flesh. Two halves of a whole. Nothing could truly rip you apart from her; destiny seemed to draw you close together, no matter what the strife.

“Please come to Dragonstone, I want you by my side,” Rhaenyra begged, gathering you against her naked chest. She was choosing you.

“I can think of nowhere else I’d rather be,” you whispered against the curve of her neck, basking in the warm glow of the morning, with your and Rhaenyra’s fingers intertwined.

Two golden dragons soon filled the horizon of Dragonstone as sisters took to the sky together.

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