Sneak peek of the little one shot I started writing 🫣 I can’t get Harwin Strong out of my mind…..
Climbing off your horse you tried to keep your composure as dozens of eyes watched you. Judgement, fear, shock was evident on everyone’s faces as you walked alongside Rhaenyra. She had some blood splattered on her boots but you were drenched. It must have been quite the sight, Lady (Y/N) Vaelor, Princess Rhaenyra’s Lady in Waiting and cousin in her dress now covered in the blood of the boar she had slain. What caught you by surprise was that in the sea of judgmental gazes there was a man, smiling. He was grinning as he peeled the skin off a rabbit, eyes roaming over you in a way that sent a delightful shiver over your body.
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UNDER THE MOON • BLOOD TIES •
pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x ser harwin strong
summary: the moonlight, the weirwood tree, the safety of darkness - what else is needed to begin a ten year love affair?
warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; house of dragons spoilers (episodes #5-6 specifically), heavy petting, oral&fingering (f receiving), make out sesh, dom and sub dynamics, public sexy time, heavy petting, etc.
word count: ~3.5k
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note: i needed more! don’t judge me. idk how accurate this is, but i done tried my hardest and lived off of the game of thrones wiki page. sorry if its a bit corny with my attempts to use older/proper english or whatever they be speaking. still hoping you enjoy <3
• one shot •
So many things changed after that night. Leanor lost Joffery. Ser Christian lost his sanity. Rhaenyra lost her closest friend. The one thing that no one could deny was that the Targaryens know how to throw a wedding. Even their parties are as bloody as the common tourney.
Rhaenyra often found herself thinking back to that night. What could she have done differently? She cowered beside the dining table. All she could hear were bloodied screams of horror. She did not imagine the commotion would be caused by Ser Christian. That he would be so shockingly violent. She knew of his experience in battle, but a murder so insensitive, careless, and public? She never would have expected it.
On top of that, Rhaenyra could not comprehend how Ser Christian was still alive. He performed a treacherous act, in front of them all. How was he able to remain part of the Kingsguard? She was confident that he was in cahoots with someone powerful. He was speaking with someone who was not her. That makes him dangerous.
The only good thing that came from that night was Harwin. Before the night was ruined, Rhaenyra had a brief glimpse of happiness when dancing with Ser Strong. Something that started so harmless and fun, evolved into such a powerful memory of euphoria. A recollection she will be able to hold on to for years to come.
As the two spun, it felt as though Harwin and Rhaenyra were the only one’s dancing in the room. “I didn’t know you were such a good dancer, Ser Harwin,” Rhaenyra shares as she extends her arm away from their swaying bodies. As he hooks his arm within hers, he leans in and whispers, “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, princess.” She giggles in response. He was not wrong. The Strong family is valued by her family. Since his father was appointed Hand, she has had many opportunities to familiarize herself with Harwin and his family. Although, there has not been many chances for the two to speak alone.
“What if I want to know more, Ser?” Rhaenyra returns as she spins in his arms. Harwin laughs, a bellowing deep laugh that warms her heart. “Princess, all you have to do is ask,” he mutters under his breath so only she can hear. The strings promptly end their song and pause prior to continuing. Harwin bows, maintaining eye contact, as he backs away from the princess.
Rhaenyra did not see Ser Harwin again until the screaming started. As she trembles, he forcibly pushes through the crowd and throws her over his shoulder. Harwin’s hand onto her was initially terrifying. She was unsure of what was happening and then a hand grabs her whilst her eyes shut tight. Once Harwin drops her at the steps of the Red Keep, they both turn to watch the horror that was Ser Christian and his helmet. After the scuffle between her betrothed and the heinous knight, Ser Christian runs off into the hallway. She stands at the top of the steps with her mouth gaping open at the scene he left behind.
Laenor and Rhaenyra were exceptionally busy for the next year of their lives. Through endless funerals and babies born, the two remained distant despite their loving appearance. Laenor unbearably fucked his way through the sadness. He often left Rhaenyra alone in their chambers. She continued to think of a life where she did not need to live by family obligation. Some where that appreciates her gender and does not use it against her as a determinant of why she is unfit to rule as her father’s heir.
Again and again, Rhaenyra thought of how Ser Harwin Strong saw her. The woman drenched in blood, returning from the Kingswood, after gutting her own boar. The woman who stood up against the Queen and her selfish father. The woman who snuck out of the Red Keep for a bit of fun and found herself in a world of trouble. Harwin saw her as she was. He looked at her with only stares of adoration and amazement. He watched her with impressed eyes as she continued to show her qualifications as heir. Harwin saw her, and she saw him.
One late night, Rhaenyra is unable to sleep. Laenor, of course, continues to reside within one of the brothels of King’s Landing. She begins to pace the halls of her home in desperate need to rest. Her inability to sleep has left her delirious. She cannot risk being in a loose state of mind - not right now, not with how the Queen has been acting.
As she reaches her comforting weirwood tree, Rhaenyra fluffs her skirt out and sits alongside its roots. She rests her back upon it as she stretches her legs in front of her. Tilting her head back, she watches as the stars dance in the night sky. Their blinking lights leave her eyelids fluttering and calling for sleep. However, once her eyes are closed, she is pushed into an oblivion of endless thoughts and unrest. Thoughts of what is to come, what will happen after her father dies, what will become of her baby brother Aegon, what will she have to do...
“Princess?” a soft voice pushes through the darkness. Rhaenyra immediately opens her eyes and turns towards the voice. “Who’s there?” she asks as she attempts to stand. Her balance constricted by the thick roots beneath her. “It is, I, Ser Harwin,” he says as he walks into the moon light. He stands in his blue cloak with his hand wrapped around the handle of his blade. She places a hand to her chest as she takes a reassuring deep breath. “Why are you worried? You are in the safest place in the world,” he asks with genuine concern. She smiles as she slides back down onto the smooth bark. “There is no such thing as the ‘safest place in the world,’” she mutters under her breath.
Harwin laughs as he takes a step toward the tree. “You are correct, my princess,” he says as he removes his hand from his sword. “Although, you seem to have been a bit more worried since your wedding. Do you fear something will happen?” Rhaenyra involuntarily smiles in response. “Have you been watching me, Ser Harwin?” she asks as she crosses her legs at the ankles. “I am Lord Commander now, melady. It’s my duty to raise the concern,” he replies with a smirk. However serious he may be, she always appreciates the way his smile makes an appearance in every interaction.
“There’s no worry here, Lord Commander - just a lack of rest,” Rhaenyra shares with a playful grin. Harwin’s face expresses suspicion as he cross his arms across his chest. “I seem to be having the same difficulty. Do you mind if I join you?” he asks. She shoots him a quick smile as she gestures for him to sit at the base of the tree’s roots. “What has been troubling your sleep?” she asks with the intent on hopefully knowing a solution to his problem. He smirks as he asks, “What has been keeping you awake?” He sits gracefully at the end of the weirwood tree’s roots as her feet rests inches from his hands.
Rhaenyra laughs as she clasps her hands together. Her eyes rest upon her intertwined fingers. “There’s much to think about, to consider,” she shares with a sigh. Her chin raises as her eyes flick up to watch the glow of the moon. “You are the heir, princess,” Harwin states. He watches her with eyes of bewilderment, a look she is familiar with. “It will be challenged,” she mumbles. “Let them challenge you,” he quickly replies. Her eyes look into his. The truthful blue pouring from his irises. She feels the power of the woman he sees. She feels the courage and confidence he sees in her. She feels strong.
With a flash of his smile, Harwin draws Rhaenyra away from her thoughts once more. She cannot help herself but smile back at him. His happiness is infectious. With a sigh, she states, “Ser Strong, I have noticed the way you look at me.” She places her hands upon her lap. Her anxious fingers no longer dancing against her palms. His eyes widen. His brows furrow together. His body instinctually leans away from her. A slow smile grows across her face. “I like the way you look at me. I want you to look more, to see more,” she whispers.
Harwin’s lips tighten in a straight line, indiscernible to Rhaenyra. Her heart begins to race, but she maintains a cool composure. He remains silent, but she continues, “I’m sure the Lord Commander has heard the rumors about my husband. That he has been spotted in the many brothels that flood King’s Landing.” She flicks her eyes back towards him. “I have rested alone for the past year. I don’t want to be alone anymore,” she whispers. Her eyes sultry and switching their gaze between his lips and eyes.
In recognizing her attempts, Harwin drops his gaze from Rhaenyra. He clears his throat as he mumbles, “Princess, we can’t-” She stops him with a gesture of her hand. “Laenor and I have an agreement. We fulfill our family’s obligations. We give them an heir and we love who we choose,” she shares as she adjusts her sit onto the roots. She places a gentle hand against his and pulls him towards her chest. “I choose you, Harwin. Please help me rest.”
Tears begin to well in Rhaenyra’s eyes as she thinks about the last few years of her life. After she lost her mother, her existence became all the more overwhelming and complicated. With her uncle gone, her father married to her best friend, and her husband losing the love of his life, Rhaenyra felt alone. She made several wrong decisions that she would never admit to. However, she knew that loving Ser Harwin Strong would not be one of them, or at least will not be one she finds herself regretting.
With a deep breath, Harwin places his hand behind Rhaenyra’s head and pulls her in for a deep, passionate kiss. His plump limps rest like clouds against hers, soft and delicious. She has only been kissed once like this before, but something was different. Harwin gently leads her down onto the soft cool dirt. She appreciates the affection and caring within his touch. Something she has yet to receive from her previous lovers. She brushes her tongue against his lips as she tangles her hands into his curls. He spreads his lips and crashes his own tongue against hers in a fiery embrace.
In between kisses, Rhaenyra struggles to take breaths. Her body desperately clings onto Harwin’s. The pleasure feels too good to stop - even if it was to stop for a breath of air. Harwin rests his warm hand against the plump of her cheek. His thumb rubbing against her, leaving her in a bout of safety and comfort. Suddenly, he pulls from her face and whispers against her lips, “Are you sure, princess?” She crashes her lips onto his. Her tongue slides into his mouth as she pulls him closer to her. “I’m sure,” she whispers, lips still brushing against his.
Suddenly, Harwin crashes his mouth against Rhaenyra’s neck. A soft moan escapes her lips as she enjoys the light sensation near her collarbone. She continues to hold her hand against the back of his head, keeping him pressed against her. She never wants him to leave. She never wants to leave this moment. Little gasps are left within the air as he nuzzles deeper into her neck. His hands crash against her hip, gripping onto her as though he could easily lose her and lose this.
Feeling an intense sensation between her legs, Rhaenyra gently places her hands upon his shoulders. She firmly pushes him down. Harwin, understanding, lifts his head and smiles towards her. She feels an abrupt fluttering in her chest as she sees his beautiful smile. He follows her guidance and traces his hands around her body as he floats closer to the hem of her skirt.
Harwin places a calm hand upon her lower calf. The first time he feels her soft body. He cannot help but watch as his hand raises towards her knee. He is in absolute shock that he would be able to touch Rhaenyra - be able to feel her, be able to make her feel good. “Is this what you want, princess?” he says as he flicks his eyes towards her in excitement. She watches as she slowly widens the space between her legs. “Lift my skirt up, Lord Commander,” she demands. He chuckles to himself, a huge smile growing on his face. “Yes, my princess,” he softly mutters.
Slowly, Harwin raises Rhaenyra’s skirt until it rests upon her hips and hangs beside the sides of her waist. He keeps his eyes on her’s, despite her beauty being on full display. “You can look, Lord,” she says with an abundance of confidence. “You’ll be doing a lot more than looking soon.” With a deep breath, he lowers his eyes towards her. His mouth begins to water as he can see her glistening in the moonlit night. She was absolutely ready for him.
Ser Harwin eagerly reaches down towards his belt’s harness, beginning to unbuckle what he needed to unleash his own beauty. Rhaenyra quickly raised her hand. Her eyes glued onto his as she quietly whispers, “No.” He pauses without question and directs his eyes towards her mouth to wait for further instruction. “You can kiss me,” she adds softly. He smiles as he lays his hands beside her and begins to crawl over her. She recognizes a firm mound pressed against her inner thighs. “No,” she says sternly once again. “You can kiss me here,” she murmurs. She takes her finger from his eye line and slowly brings it down towards her clit. He watches with anticipation.
Rhaenyra watches Harwin as his breathing heavies. Her lips slightly parting as she waits for him to lower himself once more. Without asking for permission, he places his hands and weight upon her thigh. She is confident she will have bruises. She is excited to see them purple and remember his touch. He leans his body against her legs and the roots beneath them both. With one last flick of his eyes towards her, he leans into her warmth and places a soft kiss upon her clit.
With an elongated moan, Rhaenyra leans her head back against the trunk of the weirwood tree. Harwin begins to quiver his tongue upon her bean. He then slowly places his tongue against her lips. Dragging it down, her hands desperately hold onto the roots beneath her. She feels him breathe against her affect each long lick of his tongue. Light groans escape her lips and she leans further into the pleasure.
“Oh, Harwin,” Rhaenyra expresses as one of her hands lands upon his soft curls. Her eyes shut tightly as she continues moan with each of his movements. Harwin smiles against her as he latches his mouth further onto her. His hands travel from the tops of her thighs to her ass. He deepens his grip upon her cheeks and pulls him closer towards his chin. A wetness present against the thick of his beard. He wants to feel everything, taste everything.
The titles of Lord Commander and Princess quickly fell by the wayside. They are simply Rhaenyra and Harwin, two lovers in the night. Harwin is undoubtedly focused on licking all the slick off of her. He is so detached from himself and his body. He is a man hell bent on eating out his love’s pussy. He never wants her moaning to stop. He wants her to cum in his mouth. He was already destined to die for her, but he would now die over and over again to be able to give her this level of pleasure.
Rhaenyra continues to gasp as each sensation was absolutely new to her. What was done with Daemon in the brothel had never prepared her for this. A soft, gentle movement centered on her clit - leaving her breathless and fulfilled. Harwin continued to flick his tongue against her. His hands moving to her inner thighs. Without recognizing his strength, he quickly presses down onto her inner thighs and smack them against the roots. The two are not phased as he continued to lean deeper into her pussy.
With a lack of caring for how loud they were, Rhaenyra yells against her involuntary moans, “I need something - I need something inside.” She is left absolutely breathless. Harwin slows his licks as he acknowledges what she had said. He lowers his tongue down her slick one last time. Following his instinct, he circles his tongue around her hole. She begins to wiggle against his touch. Her breathing and moans louden into the night sky. His dick unbearably rubs against the leg of his pant, but he did not give a fuck. All he wants in this moment is to hear her cum - to hear her scream his name.
Harwin begins to moan against her hole. This leaves Rhaenyra’s legs shivering as she desperately feels herself tightening against him. “Use your fingers,” she yells as she grips her nails onto his bouncing curls. He quickly raises his head for a breath in reaction to the pinching of his head. With a sharp breath, he gently lands his mouth against her clit. He then takes three of his fingers and circles her hole once more. He desperately wants to feel her warmth.
Rhaenyra feels the tips of his fingers against her hole and tightens in reaction. The pinching feeling pulling her from the pleasure she has been experiencing. Her eyebrows pull together as she winces. She releases a gasp as a sharp pain rips into her abdominals. Harwin quickly noticed a shift in her body language in reaction to his touch. His eyebrows come together in concern. From how incredibly tight she is, he realized that she may be in pain. He pulls back one of his fingers. He hears her breath quicken again in the excitement he recognized.
Harwin carefully pushes his one finger within her. He feels the tightness of her muscles against him. He imagines how badly he wants to feel her walls wrap his cock. Rhaenyra arches her back as he drags his finger in and out of her. Once he reached an optimal speed, she begs, “Please, Harwin, please do not stop.” And with that, he maintains his rhythm and feels as she tightens around him. How her breaths appear my shake. How her neck and head lean heavily against the tree. How her grip upon his hair leaves him incredibly hard.
Rhaenyra’s breath quickens as she feels a pinned sensation with her. “Rhaenyra, I want you so badly,” Harwin mumbles against her. Her eyes tighten, completely closed. Her hips begin to rock against the nose, mouth, and chin of Ser Harwin. Heavy moans in sync with each thrust of her hips. “I’m-I’m going to,” she squeaks. He instinctually speeds his thrusts as he circles the head of her bean. Building up and up, her eyes tear as she’s filled with the incredible sensation. With absolute joy, she feels that unfamiliar rubber band pop as she releases her tightness and rides the waves of bliss.
Harwin feels Rhaenyra’s walls tighten and release against him. He feels the head of his cock dig deep against her and pressed against his pant leg. As her pulsating slows, he pulls his fingers from within her. She shivers against him. He questions if she is cold and quickly pulls her dress over her. She lay lifeless against the roots as she breathlessly gestures for him to come closer. He pulls his head towards her shoulder, placing a gentle kiss upon her. “Thank you, Rhaenyra,” he whispers into her ear.
With a genuine smile, Rhaenyra laughs and leans the side of her face onto his temple. “You feel very nice, Harwin,” she replies breathlessly. As she readjusts her sitting position against the roots, she says, “I am a bit tired. Will you walk me to my room?” Harwin smiles and places a sweet kiss against her cheek. “Of course,” he replies. He stands and places a hand out towards her. As rosiness reaches her cheeks, she grabs onto his hand for support. Once standing, she pats her skirt down and frees it from any wrinkles.
With an undeniable smirk, Harwin raises his elbow towards Rhaenyra. She smiles as she hooks her arm around the base of his bicep. “Thank you, Lord Commander,” she giddily whispers. “You are most welcome, princess,” he replies. The two lovers slowly walk to her bedroom in the dead of night.
note: let’s pretend like no one walks around the red keep at night (and if they did, they would need to be at least hard of hearing) c:< thoughts?
note to the note: fuck ser christian
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The response to my fix-it Harwin Strong fanfic has been incredible. I’m not sure how and where everyone is coming from, but I’m just so floored that you all love it. (I hear some folks came from Reddit? I haven’t seen the thread yet.)
In any case, we are 14 chapters in on AO3 and Wattpad.
Thank you guys so much, it means a lot💜
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A United Little Family CHAPTER 1
Rating: everyone
(House Of The Dragon fan fiction made by me)
characters: Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, Lucerys Velaryon, Joffrey Velaryon.
characters briefly mentioned: Laenor Velaryon, Harwin Strong
relationships: daemon x rhaenyra
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“Mother!”
Rhaenyra heard voices outside of her bedroom. She wasn’t concerned because the voices sounded excited and full of joy. Suddenly two bursting bubbles of joy entered her bedroom and climbed on her bed. She noticed that they were already in their riding clothes.
“Mother! I taught Arrax Dracarys!” Lucerys screamed. “He did it so well! I gave him a piece of meat and I said the word and he-“
Jacaerys suddenly put his hand over his brother’s mouth. He noticed little Joffrey in the crib beside his mother’s bed and stopped his own yelling before he silenced Luke’s.
“Jace take your hand off your brother’s mouth” Rhaenyra said scoldingly. But as she was looking around the room, she didn’t see her husband.
“Boys who took you to the dragon pit this morning?” She asked questionably.
The boys looked at each other hesitantly before responding.
“Daemon…did.” Jace spoke. “He came into our room when we were both awake and….asked us what we wanted to do.”
“That was very nice of him”. Rhaenyra couldn’t help but blushing. She knew that the loss of Laenor had created a huge impact on the boys. She knew that Daemon was trying to be a good father to them. But nothing will ever be the same again, and Rhaenyra knows that.
“Where is he now?” Rhaenyra asked.
“I don’t know…. but mother, I thought I heard some noises coming from Joffrey’s egg, and I even fed the dragons this morning!” Luke couldn’t hold in his excitement any longer. “I think they really like me!”
Rhaenyra gently lifted her hand and pressed it to to her younger son’s face.
“Your a Targaryen. A true born Targaryen. A dragon will never ever lie about that.”
The two exchanged a smile before hearing footsteps come into the room.
“Boys….there you..are”. A tall, handsome, silver haired man entered the room panting. “For having little legs you two sure run fast”.
“Daemon!” Luke shouted happily. “I told mother about the dragons!”
Luke jumped off of the bed and ran over to the door.
“Thank you for letting me ride with you on Caraxes!” Luke gave him a brief but touching hug.
Daemon knew that they boys loved dragons and knew that they secretly idolized him because of all of his battle achievements. He desperately wanted to throw all of his affection on the boys but he needed to take it slow. It was all so quick. The boys lost two fathers but gained another at such a fast pace. He wanted to be a family again.
“Don’t worry mother…..Luke didn’t get hurt on Caraxes or anything….he just wanted a ride that’s all.”
“Oh Jace” Rhaenyra pulled her eldest son into an embrace. “I’m not worried at all, I’m happy that you had a good morning filled with fun and joy.”
Daemon and Luke walked away from the door and onto the bed. Luke nuzzled up next to Jace, cuddling in his mothers arms. Daemon chose a spot close to Rhaenyra, but keeping his distance from the boys. He wasn’t sure if Jace and Luke wanted him so close.
“Maybe one day, when your both older, we can all go on our dragons and ride across the seven kingdoms” Rhaenyra said happily.
“Oh mother that would be my greatest dream!”. Luke gave his mother a big kiss on the cheek. Rhaenyra responded with a chuckle, her lips curling into a sweet smile.
In that happy but fleeting moment, Rhaenyra heard some wiggling in the crib beside the bed. She didn’t want to abandon this happy moment with her children, after all they barely ever happened anymore. Daemon knew what his beloved wife was thinking and immediately got up from the bed and picked up the little one.
“But we can’t forget Joffrey of course” Daemon stated. The little baby squirmed in his arms as they got back up on the bed. Rhaenyra embraced her family into one big hug.
“I’m sure we wouldn’t forget Joffrey, right my little boy?” Rhaenyra said in baby talk to her youngest son. Joffrey did a little squeal which made Luke laugh.
This was one of those happy moments that they hadn’t had in a long time.
While the boys were laughing at each other, Rhaenyra looked at Daemon. That one look expressed all the joy that her family had lost. Daemon looked at her back with the biggest smile that she had seen come out of him.
In that moment they both knew that everything was going to be okay. They knew that no matter what happened that they would always be a family, and that they would always be untied with the blood of the dragon.
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Thank you to @dae-daetargaryen @nyctophilic0vitnir and @grandlovescheme for encouraging me, inspiring me, and making me feel confident about my first fic! I give you eternal thanks!!!
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Deamon Targaryen fanfiction
Smut warning.
If you like it please tell me and i will post more about this story !!!
In a world where Rhaenyra Targaryen is the true heiress, political intrigue simmers beneath the surface of King's Landing.
The Hightowers have been banished, but Alicent remains, harboring ambitious plans. She aims to place her eldest son on the Iron Throne, with her youngest daughter, Elena as her secret weapon.
Elena is supossed to be a spy ,her plan is easy - suducung deamon targaryen ,getting her information and not falling in live
In this story, Rhaenyra married Harwin Strong after the "death" of Leanor. Their children are still considered as Valyrians.
In this word Deamon never seducted his niece and he is her advisor
"Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell." - Joan Crawford
Elena met him secretly in a hidden chamber of the large castle. They had been playing this game for several months and the Hightower daughter knew that she was winning.
After all, that's what she always was.
At first she really thought that the prince of the city or whatever they called him would be a challenge, but in the end no one could resist her. One look and even the ice-cold Targaryen prince knelt in front of her.
Or between her legs.
She grins at the memory. The one thing she has to admit is that Deamon Tragaryen knew what he was doing and he also knew that he was damn good at it. Her mother had told her to spy the majesties and get everything out of them that would help her get Aegon on the throne. Of course, she hadn't mentioned that the heiress's advisor could kiss so well.
Admittedly, she hadn't mentioned that her daughter should seduce Deamon, but she didn't have to. Elena knew from the beginning what was expected of her. She knew what was at stake.
After her grandfather Otto and her mother the Dowager Queen were sent back to Highgarden when King Viserys realized that Elena's mother was planning to put Aegon on the throne, her mother came up with a plan. She asked the king, Elenas's father, if the children could stay in Kingsland in order not to have to turn away from their inheritance and explained the plan to her as being a spy.
Elena was perfect for this. She always remained invisible, no one noticed her and yet she won every game. That's just how you were as a player.
Before she opens the door to the secrt meeting place, she runs her hand through her white Targaryen hair. She wears it open because she has long since noticed that Demon likes it that way.
Now it's time to play. She's going to have fun. She has a plan.
As soon as she entered the room she saw him. Yes, she really has to admit it. Deamon Tragedy was inhumanly beautiful. His eyes sparkled in a dark purple, a real reminder that he was different from normal men. His short hair shone freshly in the candlelight.
Had he prepared himself for her? Washed and dressed in something decent? Why did she like the idea? No, it didn't matter!
He doesn't matter to her!
"Someone's late, Didn't your cunt of a mother teach you that punctuality is a virtue"
"Don't call my mother that or I'll cut off your crown jewels."
Deamon smiles, his eyes sparkle even more. "Try it," he challenges
"Don't provoke it"
Deamon steps closer. Elena closed the door. Now it starts. She bravely faces him, raises her eyebrows and looks at him.
For her, she is the predator and he is the prey. He can't do anything to her. She is much stronger. Much better. That's how she was taught . That's what she believes
Elena knows Demon is just a pompous, arrogant, damn hot idiot who can wield a sword.
There are less than two meters between them. Deamon can reach out and run his hand through her hair. He does. "They look better open. Then you look more like the dragon that you are," he says.
Elena smiles. She has him under her spell
.She knows it. He is lost. He has been from the beginning
"Watch out, Deamon, you'll get burned by this dragon."
This time he doesn't laugh, instead he pulls her face towards him and kisses her hard, pressing his body against hers. She can feel it, even with this simple touch he is aroused.
She takes a a few steps back, Deamon pushes her against the wall, he positions his hands to the left and right of her. Now she was trapped, but she doesn't plan on escaping anyway.
Elena runs her hands through his hair. Yes, he is the enemy but he is also so damn good looking. He feels damn good. His hair is soft and he smells damn good.
Deamon starts kissing, sucking and licking her neck. She could feel how much he wanted her and she hoped he hated himself for it.
Elena closed her eyes. It wasn't difficult for her to enjoy this. Then she took control, guided his head towards hers and kissed him passionately. She lets her tongue slide over his teeth, plays with his own and then moves her hands under his thsohirt. His body is warm, defined and you can feel scars, slight bumps from all his fights
Yes, damn it, she could do that forever, feeling his weight against her, his warmth...
Caught in the act, she quickly separated from him, pushed him away and smiled as if it was all her plan.
"That has to be enough for today, I still have an important hour with the septa.
Deamon growled "Who cares about the septs? Now you're with me. We should keep playing with our fire instead of worrying about any religions, little dragon."
Elena shakes her head "stop sounding like a lovelorn and go find one of your girls, you have so many" Deamon looks at her for a long time.Almost hurt .
At first his look was ridiculously hopeful and then angry. He adjusted his clothes and sys, "It's not like our meetings are important anyway."
"That's how it is. The meetings are nothing. We are just two bodies. That was the agreement"
For Elena,the plan is simple, first she would make Deamon really dependent and then she would get everything he knew out of him. Her brother will sit on the clay and deamosn heart on her trophy cabinet of lovers
Deamon left the room
Elena would definitely not fall in love with him!
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On Begged and Borrowed Time
Inspired by that Criston x Rhaenyra edit and Ivy - Taylor Swift (y'all broke me with this one ok)
Pairing: Criston Cole x Rhaenyra Targaryen, Laenor Velaryon x Rhaenyra Targaryen
Tags: Angst, Fix-it (kinda), Laenor is a good guy okay he needs love and better PR in this fandom, Possible multi-chap, Sadgirl Rhaenyra is a simp for Criston
Summary:
Ser Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone are married. But with the spectacle of her lover murdering his in their wedding feast, both are languishing in their home in the Red Keep. Rhaenyra feels the weight of being heir and starts to wonder if her disgraced lover, Ser Criston Cole, was right about Essos. Ser Laenor, who feels for his wife as much as she does for him, decides to find a way to keep her from wasting away.
Chapter 1
Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, The Realm’s Delight, known for her beauty and wit, is wasting away in her chambers in the Red Keep. Her hair, usually in beautiful braids, lay uncombed and unkempt on her shoulders. She changes from one night dress to another, her dresses remaining untouched and gathering dust in her closet. She refuses to eat, save for a few sips of water, and many many glasses of wine. She drifts off from one drunken stupor to another, refusing to speak to anyone, even to her father, the king of the seven kingdoms himself, King Viserys.
The king, flanked by his loyal kingsguards, is reduced to a pleading mess at his beloved daughter’s bedroom door, pleading for her to eat, to say something, to do anything at all.
“My girl.” pleaded the king, tears in his eyes. “I blame myself for this. For all of this.”
The king weeps, clinging to the knob of the princess’ door. “I hurt you.”
The princess, sitting on a table by the window oblivious to her father’s pleas, pays no mind and takes a long, big sip of wine from her goblet.
Dornish Red. The humor of the gods sometimes.
The king, slowly losing hope in getting through the walls of his beloved daughter’s heart of ice, once tearfully pleads with the princess for audience, to calm the storms of her heart that were his making.
But was it his making?
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On another side of the Red Keep, Ser Criston stands guard to Queen Alicent Hightower, who is sitting on the Iron Throne, listening to the concerns of the realm in her husband’s absence.
His armor has been a lot heavier than he first donned it, especially after the night the princess had taken it off of him. Now that talk of the princess languishing in her chambers are making rounds in the castle, his already tattered heart shatters even more.
“Rhaenyra hasn’t eaten for days.” he hears Princess Helaena whisper to her mother, the queen. The astute Queen Alicent may not have been on good terms with her stepdaughter and former friend, but a look of worry paints her face quickly at Helaena’s words.
“Send the maester to her, mother.” says the kindly young princess, “She’s ill.”
“She refuses to listen to father. What makes you think she’ll listen to the maester?” huffed Aegon, drunkenly, sipping on his tenth cup of ale for the day.
A furrow makes its way to Queen Alicent’s face. Rhaenyra has always listened to her. Maybe she’ll listen to her now?
Ser Criston swallows down the bile that had been rising in his throat. Maybe he’s to blame for all of this. If he had just refused that princess that night. Maybe if he just kept his stupid heart in place and knew where he stood.
A relief washes over Criston as he sees Ser Arryk Cargyll arrive to relieve him from his shift. As soon as the knight made his entrance known to the queen, Ser Criston bid his queen farewell for the day, hoping that back at his chambers in the White Sword tower, a bottle with still enough ale left awaits to soothe him.
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Ser Laenor was not any worse than his wife. His beloved was snatched away from him by the Stranger, on his wedding day no less, by his own wife's lover, of all people. The gods did have a strange humor.
He takes out all this anguish and pain in swordplay, tearing down training dummies one by one to pacify the rage in his heart, spending more time in the training yard more than the marital bed with his wife.
While he couldn’t love her the way a husband should love a wife, he cared for her. The princess has always been close to her Velaryon cousins, and he couldn’t ask for a better marriage of convenience than his beloved cousin and friend.
As much as it pains him to lose his first love, his Knight of Kisses Ser Joffrey Lonmouth, to the princess’ beloved himself, the lowborn Ser Criston Cole, he could never fault her for the actions of her beloved.
As much as it pained him to admit, no amount of gold or power they earned could ever make them happy, take away their pain.
Laenor was about to strike down another training dummy when a ward of the Red Keep calls for his attention.
“Ser Laenor, I apologize for interrupting.” says the nervous young girl, who he recognizes to be one of his wife’s handmaidens.
“You interrupt nothing.” Laenor says kindly, putting down his long sword.
“The king pleas for the princess to see him. “ the handmaiden tells Laenor with obvious sadness on her face. “The princess refuses, still.”
“He is stood at her door, ser.” continues the handmaiden “He refuses to leave.”
Laenor wipes sweat off his forehead. He put this longsword back to its hilt on his belt, walking towards the handmaiden who leads him back to the chambers he shares with his wife.
It was possibly the longest walk of his life, with all his thoughts and guilt crashing down on him as he made his way into the halls that lead to the royal chambers.
When was the last time he spoke to Rhaenyra?
He tried. He spoke to her, but all she gave him was a small, sad smile. He had the kitchens prepare her favorite meals, which she politely tasted but still refused to eat. He offered to take her back to Driftmark, offering the hospitality of his family and the calming sea breeze to cure whatever ills her, but she refused.
What was left for him to do?
Laenor had the training yard, his dummies, his sword. But what did Rhaenyra have?
Ser Joffrey was gone. He doesn't have to be reminded of his loss everyday, as long as he does not let his mind linger onto his memories for too long.
But Ser Criston lives. And everyday, the princess has to see him. To look at him. To speak to him. To have their lost love roaring back to her, all while reminding her the best thing to ever happen to her is in plain sight, but will always be out of her reach.
He hated Ser Criston for murdering his beloved. He could put him to death if he liked. After all, his family is the wealthiest, most powerful in the realm, next only to the house of the dragon themselves.
But he remembers Rhaenyra. Her tears at his expense. How she comforted him in their mess of a wedding. How she offered him the freedom to love as he pleases despite their marriage.
He knew what it was like to lose the one you love.
He could never do that to her.
Laenor and the handmaiden arrive at the door of their marital chambers, where he finds the king, ill and aging, desperately clinging to the door handle, and to whatever remains of his daughter’s love for him.
“Your grace.” Laenor greets, saddened by the king’s state. “I apologize for all of this. I shall speak to my wife.”
“There is nothing to forgive, ser Laenor.” replies the king. “Had I tried to listen to her…”
“Let me speak to my lady wife, your grace.” offers ser Laenor, feeling sorry for the sickly old man that rules the realm. “I will do everything to restore her joy and her health.”
Laenor gives the king’s hand a reassuring pat. The king, understanding the young lord’s sympathy, truly believes that her husband could make a difference. King Viserys steps away from the door and makes his way back to the throne room, while Laenor takes his place by the door.
“My love? Rhaenyra?” calls out Laenor, knocking on the door. “It’s me.”
In seconds, he hears the door make a small sound.
“Laenor.” was all she said, his presence comforting her.
Laenor enters the room, as the princess returns to her seat by the window. He notices many empty bottles of wine on the floor.
The princess, still a beauty despite the disheveled hair and crumpled night dress, gives him a small smile.
“I can’t stand seeing you like this.” says Laenor, grabbing one of the wine bottles and filling a goblet for himself. “Please tell me what I could do. What I need to do to help you.”
Rhaenyra gives him a small, sad smile, the kind he always saw her wear since they married.
“Nothing.” says the princess. “You being here is enough.”
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Laenor couldn’t believe what he was doing. Of all the times he had the misfortune to run into Criston Cole, it took everything in him not to pommel his face in, the way he did with his Joffrey.
In fairness to the lowborn knight, Criston looked every bit guilty whenever Laenor’s eyes would meet his in the court, and this possibly would be the only reason why he hasn’t murdered him yet.
This and Rhaenyra, his wife.
Laenor knew Criston would be training in the yard at this hour, and he knew it would be an opportune time.
As he moves closer to where the Dornish knight stood, he notices his presence and immediately faces him.
“You really are a skilled knight.” says Laenor, impressed with Criston’s reflexes. “No wonder your princess chose you.”
Your princess.
Laenor’s words echo in Criston’s mind, along with the princess’ voice from all of his memories of her. He so wanted to drive his sword deep into the Valyrian knight’s heart for mocking his pain.
But then he remembers.
“I apologize, ser.” says Criston, quicker than he would have liked. “I know nothing I do could ever…”
“You can never bring him back.” says Laenor, the sting of Joffrey’s loss in his heart still fresh and painful as ever. “But there is one thing you can do.”
A feeling of relief and fear crept into Criston’s heart. What did Laenor want? A quick death for him by his hand? Throw him in the black cells? Send him to exile in Dorne?
But he owes him. That, Criston knew. Whether he liked it or not, he is at Laenor’s mercy.
He takes in a breath, gathering himself and his thoughts, readying himself for the young lord’s sharp sword - or sharp words - when the Laenor’s words take him aback.
“Your princess needs you.”
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darlings! i hope your year was great, filled with love, fun and joy. if it wasn’t my heart goes out to you and i hope the new year treats you with nothing but kindness. i’m sending you love and magical vibes.
i missed the last four months of my monthly fic recs, so instead of making a dozen different posts i’m just going to combine it with an end of the year post: aka i’m lazy lmao.
but shoutout to every writer on these lists, not on these lists, who are on tumblr but don’t post, you are amazing and you sharing your beautiful talent with us (or with just yourself) is literally a gift and the community would be in shambles without you!!!!
please never feel under appreciated because i am your number one fan. you bring light to many and fill a fandom void we all crave and enjoy diving into to shut out the real world. you’ve made this year better, funner, and immensely tolerable.
you are all loved and adored, keep writing, keeping sharing those beautiful ideas. i hope to find more amazing works from writers both on and not on this list in the new year. so here’s to it! may next year be kind to us all <3
18+ ONLY MINORS DNI with the works below. unless it’s stated otherwise. heed warnings and authors notes please.
✶ — honorable fav of the year mention!
IF I COULD INJECT THIS FIC INTO MY VEINS I WOULD
aka all the fics that have stuck with me throughout the entire year, the ones that have imbedded themselves to my frontal lobe and refuse to let go!
Pa'atení by neonheartbeat (namor x shuri)
Mercy, sabotage, and dead space by @no-droids (poe dameron)
Swallow you like sunshine when i smile by @rae-gar-targaryen (mickey garcia)
Interdickt by @laters-gators (santiago garcia)
I’ve got you darlin by @psychedelic-ink (moonknight + din djarin)
Flamingo king by @onsunnyside (ari levinson)
Inforgetting by @boxofbonesfic (spiderman)
CHRIS EVANS
Plan B by @slyyywriting (ari levinson + andy barber)
Wicked games by @honeystevie (steve rogers)
Rumination by @/boxofbonesfic (steve rogers)
Free use by @bonkywobble (dark!steve rogers)
Discipline me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming (andy barber) ✶
The exhibit by @/boxofbonesfic (lloyd hansen)
I'll cry if i want to by @honeybloomss (ari levinson)
A big mistake by @straywords (steve rogers)
Walking the wire by @pedrito-friskito (nomaed!steve rogers)
Puppet on a string by @/psychedelic-ink (ransom drysdale)
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON
But you're pretty when you're mine by @charnelhouse (daemon x rhaenyra)
Wrath of the dragon by @/straywords (daemon targaryen)
Untitled by @/charnelhouse (harwin strong)
He finds you by @targaryenvampireslayer (daemon + harwin)
Breeding kink by @someplace-darker (harwin strong)
Burn by @laters-gators (daemon targaryen)
Tinsel by @authurials (daemon targaryen) ✶
Discretion by @revolution-starter (aemond targaryen)
MARVEL
Unknown by @/psychedelic-ink (doctor strange)
Untitled by @/bonkywobble (thor odinson)
Praise kink by @atomwritez (gilgamesh) ✶
Untitled by @sarahscribbles (loki laufeyson)
Over the moon by @moonlight-prose ( joaquín torres)
Waves of love by @/maladaptivexxdaydreaming (namor)
Nothing compares by @wwinterwitch (namor)
Too much of him by @cumberstrange (namor)
Love, or lack there of by @/psychedelic-ink (namor)
Scorched earth by @allaboardthereadingrailroad (namor) ✶
His sacrificial offering by @wint3r-h3art (namor)
Protector, lover, fighter by @bakerstreethound (namor)
Mine by @javier-pena (wolverine) ✶
Continuum by @sunshinescribes (namor) ✶
I'm yours by @/psychedelic-ink (namor)
OSCAR ISAAC
Heavy in your arms by @/psychedelic-ink (marc spector)
Cerebral by @/laters-gators (nathan bateman)
A little tied up by @/laters-gators (marc spector)
Sleep tight by @/laters-gators (blue jones)
Home by @spacecowboyhotch (jonathan levy)
Twas the night by @dameronscopilot (santiago garcia) ✶
A sunday kind of love by @/moonlight-prose (marc spector) ✶
Devotion by @/moonlight-prose (marc spector)
Belong to you by @/moonlight-prose (marc + layla)
PEDRO PASCAL
Alien blues by @/psychedelic-ink (din djarin)
Broken sleep by @/psychedelic-ink (dave york)
My drug by @/psychedelic-ink (frankie morales + jack daniels)
A broken prince by @/psychedelic-ink (ezra)
First time by @autumnleaves1991-blog (oberyn martell)
Poison & wine by @/psychedelic-ink (din djarin + duke leto)
Touch by @/moonlight-prose (din djarin)
Untitled by @the-scandalorian (din djarin)
STRANGER THINGS
All mine by @littledemondani (eddie munson)
She's trouble by @wroteclassicaly (eddie munson)
Untitled by @/wroteclassicaly (eddie + steve)
Whole lotta love by @/authurials (eddie munson)
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me by @oncasette (eddie munson)
TOP GUN
Take it easy by @/oncasette (hangman)
Worst Behavior by @/oncasette (rooster)
Breath play by @foli-vora (rooster)
Your name (on that coffee cup) by @rae-gar-targaryen (hangman) ✶
As blue as your taste (i taste the same) by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)
Untitled by @/oncasette (hangman) ✶
Do not disturb by @callsignvalley (hangman)
So deep in love with you (baby love) by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)
My cup runneth over by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)
Untitled by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)
Mi media naranja by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)
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Untitled by @angrythingstarlight (walter deville)
Throne by @preciouslandmermaid (morpheus)
First time by @stranger-nightmare (morpheus)
Thigh riding by @/stranger-nightmare (geralt)
Breeding kink by @xcatnapsx (kylo ren)
Those damned romantics by @/rae-gar-targaryen (ezekiel reyes)
Lazy sunday by @eupheme (charlie swan)
please do not spam like the works above, no one likes a spam liker. comments and reblogs are always the better way to show your appreciation to content creators.
if you would like me to remove your works within this list, for whatever reason, please let me know and i will kindly do so!
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Hi, hope you're well. I love reading your works and reading through your blog.
Since you talk about canon events/relationships on here sometimes, I was wondering what you think Daemon thought of the 'Velaryon' Princes. It always seems to be a heated debate in fandom, some thinking Daemon was too 'valyrian supremacy' to want to see Jace rule, and others thinking them being half-Harwin wouldn't matter to him since they were also half-Rhaenyra, so I am interested to hear your take.
Unrelated, but I'm also interested in why you chose Vermithor as Prince Viserys' dragon, if there was any specific reason behind it? I love his dynamic with Daemon and him reminding him that his dragon was bigger than Caraxes was amazing :)
Hi there and I hope you are well too :)
Let me start by thanking you so much for your beyond lovely words and please know it gives me a lot of happiness to know you enjoy what I write ❤️
Going back to your two questions, yes, I talk about canon events/relationships because this is the base to everything I write and I make this a strong base because as a fan of the asoiaf books, I want to honour said books and to make what I do as close to them as my limited skills allow me. And as a fanfiction reader, my condition to read fanfiction is to be made to feel as if I am reading about the same characters as I did in the original story. If I demand this of others, I make this demand of myself as well when I am writing, again with the skills I have.
About Daemon's relationship with the "Velaryon" princes I have lost count of the number of asks I received about this. I am in the process of compelling all of them and answering everyone in a single go. I might disappoint some people but I never hid this and I will make it ver clear now -> I am not particularly interested in Daemon's relationship with his stepsons, I am much more interested in his relationship (like infinite times) with his actual sons Aegon and Viserys who were the son(s) he waited so long for. I also do not think that said relationship with the "Velaryon" princes is that important.
However, if you read what I write you know I am currently writing "The Year of the Red Spring" which follows the (asoiaf) canon events for the Year of the Red Spring, 120 AC. I have already included several scenes showing Daemon's relationship with the "Velaryon" princes before he married Rhaenyra, so you and other people asking me about that can refer to that and stay tuned for more :) as it will be far more complete and detailed than any answer I give here.
Still on this relationship and Daemon's potential thoughts about the boys, you pose me two sides, I disagree with both and say neither. The issue was not that Daemon was too 'valyrian supremacy', the issue was that the "Velaryon" princes were not his sons and that actually, funny thing, he had his own sons with the Princess of Dragonstone, so nothing in the world would be more natural than for him to want said sons to be her heirs, especially when the other sons his wife had actually did not have a true claim to the throne - their claim was based on a lie. Daemon is in most ways just as other men of his time. I see nothing about him being very different or particularly feminist or progressive, if anyone is interested there is plenty of research out there showing the different dynamics and outcomes in relationships between full parents, adoptive parents and stepparents with their children, and such research shows that blood speaks louder. I also see no reason what so ever to believe nor any textual evidence that Daemon would care about his stepsons more than his own sons and daughters. And because evidence is absent and what is there points to the contrary, I don't think Daemon liked or cared about his stepsons more than his actual children.
As for the other question about Viserys and Vermithor, as I have mentioned and explored either here or in comments in my fics, I am not shy about saying I don't like the Dragonseeds plot. It was a sh:t idea that turned to an even bigger sh:t and besides Addam and Alyn I don't really care about any of the other seeds, Nettles might have some potential but Hugh and Ulf are 100% a steaming pile of trash. Besides, in my AU, Viserys is much older at the time of the Dance. It would not make sense for him to still be dragonless when there were several dragons available lying around.
Of all of these dragons Vermithor made the most sense, not only because I do like how their two names go together (y'all know my petty a**), but also because Vermithor had been Jaehaerys's dragon. Jaehaerys and Viserys have a lot in common personality wise and Viserys would be someone that Jaehaerys's would be happy to see Vermithor go to - in my humble opinion. Furthermore, there is something poetic about Aegon II having Sunfyre and Aemond Vhagar and Aegon III having Stormcloud and Viserys II Vermithor -> storms can be foes to the sun in a sense, and Vhagar belonged to an enemy of Vermithor's rider. Aegon II and Aegon III were firstborns and Aemond and Vermithor second sons.
All the best to you and one less ask to answer for me!
PS: I do not plan to open my inbox to Anons any time soon because I still have about 50 answers to get through and I also have tons of updates to consider. Thank you for understanding :)
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I don't see why we as green fans can't complain or say anything at all about Aemond's characterization and the overuse of certain tropes in fics when black fans do it all the time also?? Be it Aemond/OC, Aemond/Rhaena, Aegon fics paired with OCs or team black characters like Baela, Daemon/Alicent or even pure time travelling crackships like Aemond/Sansa or Sansa paired with any team green guy (yes some of them have complained about this as well because allegedly if Sansa were to time travel back in the Dance era she would only fall in love with Jace! Fine! But guess what no team black stan who has complained about this aspect has written or comissioned a fic with her and their guy, they just complain that the already existing ones aren't about what they want) and they will always find time to lash out on their accounts about how the evil green authors are mischaracterizing the team black OCs or already existing characters. At least we are not leaving hate comments or criticism that nobody asked for (or I hope no one does this! Please don't!) on the fics we read and were disappointed by (and didn't even mention them as examples in these asks).
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okay i’m game for some anti-lucemond inbox antagonism.
while op did indeed make some good points regarding the formulaic nature of aemond x OC i still contend they do not know the difference between a minor character and a plot device.
helaena is a minor character, the cargyll twins are minor characters, laenor is a minor character, heck with a bit of massaging and extrapolating harwin could be consider a minor character. Unlike strong boy #2 at least I can say what they were doing between their respective time jumps.
helaena — having babies, enjoying her bugs
cargylls — aegon watch + introspection which results on them being on different sides
laenor — fighting in wars, hanging with his boyfriend, parenting (?)
harwin — bangin’ rhaenyra, being a goldcloak, preparing to take on a lordship (just cause harrenhall is practically unliveable doesn’t mean they don’t have peasants in the vicinity to tax I suppose idk)
These are characters. They have jobs and hobbies, actual relationships.
lucerys in contrast, what has he being doing for the 6 years during the time skip. training? possibly, all we know about him is that he gets his ass handed to him in a fight and gets seasick. what are his hobbies? does he have any responsibilities? friends? anything?
I will grant he seems to have a decent grasp of HV. during the incident Aemond in his anxiety starts giving his command in English whereas Luke maintains HV when commanding Arrax, for all the good that it did. maybe there is something there, but I don’t want to read into it too much it because it was likely more for the audience than a way to develop the characters because those are commands not sentences, like jace was working on.
Speaking of Jace, even he has something going for him, minor though it was — he trains, attends meetings, is not doing so good in his LOTE classes, really doesn’t like his stepdad, still cannot take a joke. Jace has some serious emotional problems which could be worth exploring, but Lucerys? Nothing, nada, zilch. Who is this person
It seems Lucerys only role was to gas up rhaenyra; just so we in the audience know she is in fact perfect, make this face ☹️ in the background of scenes, smirk one time like a asshole, and then die.
he is not a character, and while I initially had no problem with him, beyond a mild distaste because he hurt aemond (I actually put more blame on Jace) the way TB started riding this non entity so hard for the last year just made me loathe lucerys.
Lucemond can occasionally be fun. I like the fics which are just absurd AUs but anyone who actually takes it seriously. The folks who insist on ‘Fated Feud’ or whatever it’s called, are reaching so hard they might tear something, pretending there is any chemistry or motivation for this relationship. And don’t get me started on the ones who call Luke the pearl of driftmark, that makes me want vom.
But people need to quit pretending Lucerys is something other than a plot device, first blood in the DoD, that is all. I hope him and this ship goes away soon.
[anyway sorry you’ve got to be the repository for this nonsense. How do you like your aegond? The thing which should have been the main mlm ship for this ridiculous fandom.]
ironically this is probably exactly the type of content the previous anon wanted to avoid 😂 but you can't expect to go in someone's inbox looking for drama, stirring the hornets' nest so to speak, and not expect a reaction. surely everyone can deal with their inbox messages whichever way they want, on the spectrum of not bothering to react at all vs ranting about it. i don't subscribe to this idea that you should hold your mouth shut and refrain from any kind of critical diatribe bc the other side might see it and might be up in their feelings about it.
absolutely not referring to vitriolic hateposting or other forms of bullying, but the institution of the Rant is sacred and must be protected. you can be annoyed at some fandom stuff and simply want a space to air out those thoughts - ofc you're going to be posting in designated fandom platforms, bc it looks deranged to complain about this IRL. i feel that people need to accept that users should have their own barbie playground, but, equally, there should be some spaces (keeping a respectful distance ofc) where criticism or just random rants about that thing can happen, undoubtedly respecting the parameters of decency and not resorting to crazy insults
i agree (and this is a v important caveat) that it becomes bizarre when it's the same people doing it every day, bc then it turns into an unhealthy hyperfixation which you might want to interrogate, but once in a while it can be cathartic, like shooting the shit with your bffs. moderation is key to everything, we can all co-exist and get along without taking everything to heart
this isn't even about lucemond, honestly, it's more of a general fandom criticism, because this is not the first time i've encountered people who simply refuse to mute the tags, willingly read the anti posts, find themselves irked by something, then vent their frustrations on OP
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as for luke being a plot device vs a minor character, i can't say i''m too bothered about that distinction to argue either way. minor characters can also be plot devices and he is effectively fridged for rhaenyra's and jace's) pain. i do think he has more going for him in the show, like they really tried to give him more screen time towards the end and focus a little on his supposedly conflicting feelings about inheriting driftmark & his bastardy
anyway the "how do you like your aegond" sent me 🤣 i'm really drawn to modern setting AUs for some reason! the constraints of modern society are like a breeding ground for angst
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ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ & ᴀʟɪᴄᴇɴᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ
linked to jessie (jace)'s girl ff pt1 pt2
– so it originally started when they were still in school at about 13/14 so year 8 for a talent show
– they made pop-punk themed songs but the lyrics are quite insightful when you look into them
– they called it 'Weirwood' to honour Rhaenyra and Alicent's favourite hidden meetup spot behind the school
– Alicent wrote the lyrics to their songs, it's one of the only times she felt like she could truly express herself, and played the keyboard (she likes it especially because it keeps her hands busy so she'll stop picking at them so much when she's anxious she can drum her fingers against her leg as if thinking up sheet music)
– Rhaenyra helped brand themselves as she had the high confidence and 'star presence' but she also does vocals and electric guitar
– also her uncle Daemon was also in a band and helped them out
when they were stuck on something
– the band included other members such as Laena on drums, Laenor on electric guitar and Criston on bass guitar (he also helped on vocals sometimes)
– Rhaenyra starts calling their fans 'Zaldrīzes' which means 'Dragons' in Rhaenyra's mother tongue and it catches on
– Rhaenyra and Criston hooked up but broke things off when Rhaenyra told him she just wanted to keep things casual
– when Alicent found out her best friend was keeping this from her, she completely flipped out because she didn't approve of making things complicated with bandmates
– Rhaenyra chased after Alicent for a few years but always got
rejected because Alicent didn't want to mix relationship drama
with business decisions, she thought it was unethical
– this blew up into a huge fight which the tabloids have since dubbed 'The Dance of The Dragons' because when the band split, the separated bands moved to different agencies which conveniently both were known for undertaking dancers 'The Greens' stayed with 'The Red Keep' agency while 'The Blacks' moved to one called 'Dragonstone'
– 'The Greens' rebranded and took on Larys Strong while 'The Blacks' took on his brother Harwin Strong
– Neither band does particularly well afterward but the drama between them is always the centre off attention when they attend the same events, they still have some very dedicated fanbases
– at first they make remarks about one another but soon they grow out of it and rekindle
– they get back together for songs sometimes until another thread snaps and they fight again
– they know it will never be the same so they settle for being civil with one another
– very hot and cold
– at an award ceremony, every tabloid covers how Rhaenyra arrives without her signature black in favour of emerald green and Alicent arrives instead of her signature green in coal black
– there are many photos snapped of Rhaenyra and Alicent laughing the night away and sticking close together after they're seated at close tables next to each other
– eventually both bands separate but once their kids show interest in their teen years they are very willing to help and so the next generation take over their respective parents' band
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H O U S E O F T H E D R A G O N
NAME: Alaenla Velaryon
FIC: Fine Lines
LOVE INTEREST: TBD
FC: Courtney Eaton
NAME: Basella Rogare
FIC: Dark Paradise
LOVE INTEREST: Aemond Targaryen
FC: Alicia Agneson
NAME: Vysenyra Targaryen
FIC: Girls Like Girls
LOVE INTEREST: Alicent Hightower
FC: Holliday Grainger
NAME: Saela Targaryen
FIC: Moon. Sun. Stars.
LOVE INTEREST: Criston Cole
FC: Elle Fanning
NAME: Vaerya of Lys
FIC: Violent Delights Have Violent Ends
LOVE INTEREST: Daemon Targaryen
FC: Sarah Gadon
NAME: Daenyra Targaryen
FIC: Tainted Love
LOVE INTEREST: Harwin Strong
FC: Georgia Hirst
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House of the Dragon Mood Boards #43
Ser Harwin Strong
“Breakbones”
Wielder of the sword “Wolf Hal” and dagger “Iron fist”
Owner of Ambush
“The Black Hound” & “The Black Nightmare”
Author’s Note: This is Harwin in my Fan-fic. Please enjoy and feel free to ask any questions. Love y’all ;)
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Hi Rist big fan of your fics just wanted to know how did you picture Valtor and Blooms relationship in sparkedverse developing? Would they eventually actually get together? Would the girls accept it? Would he team up with Winx against other threats? Eventually get pardoned and them be together or stay on opposite sides and be the badly kept secret like queen Bloom of Domino yes jsut ignore the wanted criminal kissing her we all do.
I’m a firm believer that Valtor cannot get better, only less bad. Unless a public redemption would feed into an acute and over-arching goal, this man would not be able to stand not being feared. (Maybe if it were connected to a reeeaaally dramatic entrance and good monologue. But even then he'd backslide the moment something mildly inconveniences him.) So he'd never permanently team up with the Winx, save for a few occasions he can use to taunt them that they needed his help. An official pardon? He'd rather die. The sheer indignity.
The badly kept secret idea is HILARIOUS tho. He'd be playing Bloom's little devil on the shoulder with dozens of flirty innuendos in plain sight, Faragonda clawing at the guards to get through and beat his ass, while Bloom's newly revived (and incredibly grateful) court just politely goes I Do Not See It. The girl literally brought them back to life, she can have her evil boyfriend. Call him Ser Harwin Strong cause he's PERFECTLY fine manwhoring his way through life.
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A United Little Family CHAPTER 2
Rating: everyone
Characters: Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Jacerys Velaryon, Lucerys Velaryon, Joffrey Velaryon
Characters briefly mentioned: Laenor Velaryon, Harwin Strong
(A HOTD fan fic made by me)
“Luke slow down, you’re going so fast!” Jace yelled as they were running down the beach.
Luke didn’t slow down, and Rhaenyra could understand why. It was an extraordinary day, the sun was shining brightly on the water, there were no clouds in the sky, everything was practically perfect.
“Jace” Rhaenyra called. “Look how happy he is, don’t spoil his fun.”
“Does that mean I can run too mother?” Jace asked.
“Of course my sweet boy, have as much fun as you want.”
Jace quickly ran after his younger brother, getting farther and farther away from Rhaenyra, Daemon and little baby Joffrey who was nestled in Rhaenyra’s arms.
“Joffrey is getting so big” Rhaenyra said happily. “Aren’t you my little baby!”
Joffrey babbled cutely.
“Rhaenyra…I can take him if you want.” Daemon was always hesitant when it came to Rhaenyra’s children. He never knew the right time to be his goofy, proud, fatherly self around them.
Rhaenyra smirked. “You better not drop him!”
“Rhaenyra!” Daemon scoffed sarcastically. “I would never.”
She then passed Joffrey to Daemon, making sure that he was comfortable in Daemon’s arms. In return, Daemon passed Rhaenyra the blanket that he held in his hands.
Joffrey giggled with excitement as Daemon bounced him around.
“Mother come here! We found a good spot!” The two boys were much farther ahead of Daemon and Rhaenyra and were already starting to go play in the water.
“Boys be careful” Rhaenyra yelled.
Daemon adjusted Joffrey so that he could place a touching hand on his wife’s shoulder.
“They’ll be fine. Remember what you said, don’t spoil their fun.”
The two looked solemnly at each other before gently hugging.
“I know.” She smiled
Before they knew it, the three of them were already with Jace and Luke.
“This is a perfect spot boys!” Rhaenyra said excitedly. “Jace, help me unfold the blanket.”
While Rhaenyra and Jace were setting up the blanket, Luke could barely hold in his excitement.
“Mother, I want to swim now!” Luke was like a big ball of energy today, and it was hilarious.
“Settle down kid” Daemon giggled at the little firecracker who at this point was practically sprinting with excitement. “There will be plenty of time for us to do everything fun today.”
“Ok!” Luke shouted as he jumped into a pile of sand.
When everything was set up, Rhaenyra allowed her boys to go in the water.
“Race you!” Luke screamed to Jace and started running towards the waves.
“Hey no fair! You got a head start” Jace started running towards Luke.
Those two little boys running and playing on the beach was a truly happy sight to see.
“Well it looks like the boys are having fun!” Daemon said to Rhaenyra.
“I remember when you were their age you know.” Rhaenyra perked up at Daemon’s nostalgic words.
“You always wanted to take Syrax swimming with you, but Aemma always said no.”
Rhaenyra laughed at the old memory.
“At least I had you to keep me company!” Rhaenyra said as she gave Daemon a squeeze.
“Yes, yes you did.”
“Mama” Joffrey babbled.
“Yes baby?” Rhaenyra said to her little boy as he was starting to walk over towards the water.
“Swim! Swim!” Joffrey said excitedly!
“You wanna go swim with your brothers don’t you Joffrey.” Daemon said to the little one.
“How about lets all go swimming.” Rhaenyra shouted, loud enough for the boys to hear.
“YES! Mother give me Joffrey so we can throw him in the water!” Luke screamed happily.
Jace pushed him under the water as soon as he said that.
“Boys be careful! Rhaenyra called as she picked up little Joffrey.
Daemon quickly took off his shirt and started running towards the water.
When he was halfway there, he turned around and stuck his young out at Rhaenyra while wiggling his hands on his head.
Rhaenyra couldn’t help but laugh at her silly husband. That was the man that she married.
Daemon launched himself face first into the cold water and hooted with joy as he felt the cool breeze on his soaking wet hair.
Luke saw Daemon being silly so therefore, his automatic response was to be silly.
He tackled Daemon in the water and started laughing hysterically as Daemon threw him the air in return.
Jace started to do the same but Daemon also threw him straight up in the air.
Rhaenyra was really truly happy in this moment because her favorite people on the planet were having fun and acting like a true united family.
She started to come in the water, slowly but surely.
Daemon gave her a glance and smiled.
“Your turn?” Dameon asked
“No no no Daemon don’t you dare!” Daemon started to pick up Rhaenyra, who was still holding Joffrey.
“1…2…” Daemon was about to throw Rhaenyra in the air but remembered that Joffrey was still in her arms. He then put the two down gently.
“I swear if you did that Daemon there would be no fu….” she realized that the boys were listening. “Fun…tonight.” she meant fucking.
“Oh Nyra relax I would never do that!” He gave the boys a silly look.
“Here give me Joffrey” Rhaenyra handed him the little boy who was squealing with delight.
As soon as Rhaenyra’s hands were free, Daemon pushed her into the water.
“Yes you got her!” Luke shouted.
Rhaenyra was angry with Daemon for doing this and ruining her hair.
When she got up from the water and saw how happy her boys were, it wiped all of her anger away and melted her heart.
She started to laugh along with her boys which made Daemon smile.
All of the anger and sadness in the world could never have affected them in that moment.
Everything was truly happy.
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Sorry for the long wait everyone! Writing is not my #1 passion so i don’t devote all of my time to it like other writers on here. Plus i have a life! Thank you to everyone who reads this fic! Especially: @grandlovescheme @dae-daetargaryen @russkaya-dusha @duchessofvolterra and @nyctophilic0vitnir
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I’m gonna write this here and hope you girlies who write fics could tell me. I mean personally I’ve written fan fic too but not really as of late. ANYWAYS
I was reading a fic it was about house of dragons and it was a daemon fic. I wanted to see if people could make him interesting or whatever cause I was originally looking for Ser Harwin Strong stuff.
Anyways this girl made an original character and that’s cool whatever. She was the sister of Rhaenyra. And she kept saying she was making the sister unbiased right because the book makes it very grey (yeah cause it was historians writing it so…how could they truly put their touch but whatever)
But yet she made the main character so fucking judgmental to Rhaenyra. Like so bad, and made he very soft to Aclient. Which to me is weird cause if someone was naming my sister life hell I would be down for them ten toes down not for the person who is shitting on my sister
She just kept saying she’s making her unbiased but she’s biased as hell.
So I’m asking do you comment and tell them they are being biased or you just move on and read something else
And oh aren’t Doran people like the POC of the GOT series? Cause I was reading another fic and they said their skin was porcelain, and I found that odd, because when I was deep diving into during culture, it was made known that they were more brown than anything. At least olive color
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