#Harwin strong one shot

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ... 1/3

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . you look to secure your future in way of a betrothal--against the wishes of your lover, ser harwin strong

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 . two / three

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 . 18+ situations, sexual intercourse (m/f), fingering, minimal dirty talk, nudity, diet coke angst

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . been meaning to write this idea for awhile but inspo has come and gone the past couple of weeks. here it finally is though! i love the character of harwin and will definitely be writing more for him in the future. if you enjoy reading this and want to see more from me make sure to follow and turn on notifications, and if you have an idea you’d like to see feel free to send me a request. remember to like, comment and reblog if you enjoy reading! do not repost/claim as your own please

“𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐌,” the words were whispered into the plains of your trembling stomach, followed by the press of desperate kisses into the soft flesh. “Do not leave me.”

Your lover shifted above you, making their way down your body as you stared teary eyed up at the canopy of your bed–weak and wanting. It was pathetic really and far from your original intention when you invited him into your solar, yet there you found yourself–sprawled out across the bed, dress pulled down over your exposed breasts and bunched at your waist, at the mercy of the man you loved. 

And love Harwin Strong you did. 

You had loved him since you were a girl of six and ten, stealing away to meet him at the shores of the Gods Eyes; you had loved him when he left to join the City Watch, you had even loved him when he fell into the bed of another, whom had bore him two sons and was pregnant with a third. Even after each offense against your heart, you had still let him crawl back into your bed and back inside of you under the shroud of night, swallowing moontea the next morning like a bitter poison. It was true that you could not stop yourself from loving Harwin Strong, but you could ensure that your own future was secure in spite of that fact.

“I can’t,” you choked out a shuddering breath, back arching as you felt his head duck back under your skirts; already he had drawn two releases out of you, with the promise of many more to come until you relented on the subject of your recent betrothal. Yet though your body was more than willing, your mind and heart refused to relinquish so easily this time–before? Maybe. But now there was more at stake than just someone finding out about your premarital trysts because now it was with someone who was not your intended. “Harwin, please….”

“Please what?” He whispered against your thigh, the scratch of his beard against the already sensitive flesh drawing another moan from you. “Tell me what you want–what you need–and it is yours.”

You sighed as his fingers teased through the lips of your wet cunt, pressing forward to circle your opening before gently placing pressure on your clit. Your body shuddered, knees drawing up and away from the intensity of the pleasure, feet pressing into the mattress as Harwin continued his ministrations. The pad of his thumb rubbed your clit in circular motions, slow at first before increasing in speed as he pressed kisses up the length of your inner thigh. You felt his breath on you, cold against the slickness of your arousal as he pushed two fingers into the heat of you.

“I need….” you gasped out, unable to string together the right words as your thought process was lost to the crook of his fingers inside of you. “Oh gods, Harwin!”

“This is what you need,” he spoke with certainty through clenched teeth, the whisper of a punishing bite against the skin of your leg.  “This–right here–my fingers, my cock, inside of you….claiming you. Tell me this is what you want and it is yours.”

“But it isn’t,” you croaked out desperately, hips moving in earnest now against the glide of his fingers inside of you.

“It is,” he reaffirmed gruffly, pace quickening as he seemingly became desperate to make you see the truth–or more accurately his truth.

For Harwin, things had always been so simple between the two of you–very black or white. You both loved, you both desired therefore you belonged to one another–or at least you did when he was not busy in his affairs with the named heir. For Harwin, there was no repercussions–no proof–if only things were as simple for you; you held the proof of your couplings between your legs, and in the heaviness of your heart when you looked upon the unclaimed family he had made with a woman he owed his loyalty to. You could not so easily forget these transgressions, nor the reality of your place in this world–without a husband, without children, you were nothing; your love for Harwin, no matter how strong, could not save you from this fate.

And so you had betrothed yourself to Larys Strong, Harwin’s younger brother, in hopes of creating a future of something rather than nothing.

The news of your betrothal had not gone over well with Harwin, even worse so when he found out it was to be his own brother you would call your husband. Yet up until this moment, you had not yielded to Harwin’s pleas or compromises and even now you only simply entertained them to satisfy more base desires. You knew come morning he would return to his post, and you’d once again be left empty by the whole experience–or you would have had you not promised to take your breakfast with Larys and his father to discuss arrangements. This was to be a short engagement, you believed, with plans moving quickly to secure the deal between both families. You had a reluctant suspicion that both sides were aware of you and Harwin, and therefore worried you might prove to be a flight risk.

“It is yours,” Harwin continued to mutter against your body, pressing kisses up your torso this time as his fingers continued to pump into you. He whispered the words into your skin like a prayer, as if he could somehow speak them into reality; nipping and sucking at your breasts, he pulled away only long enough to utter the next few words, “it has always been yours.”

With that, he leaned down and claimed a nipple with his lips, using his free hand to tend to the other as he suckled at the peaked flesh. Your thighs pressed against his forearm, trying to still his movements as your peak drew closer. The resolve to stop him had slowly slipped from your grasp as you finally let go, instead settling for riding the crashing waves of your approaching release. He owed you this much you had concluded–one last time for memory’s sake, something to fill the quiet moments of your marriage.

“Harwin,” you gasped as he pulled his fingers free from you, fearful that he might have finally come to his senses just as you had lost all of yours. Instead, you watched as he reached down to push down his trousers just enough to release the impressive girth of his cock–the all too familiar vein that ran the length of it pulsed as he gripped it in his slick hand. Mezmorized, you watched as he pumped it to fullness, shifting to a comfortable position between your thighs. Spreading your legs, you allowed him to settle in the cradle of them as he pressed the head of his cock to your entrance.

For a moment, both of you hesitated and looked at the other with hooded eyes, waiting for what you did not know. Your resolve had already fallen through, there was no going back now–might as well finish what you both had started; not just this one moment, but all of them, all the way back to the very first time he had had you. There was no regret in your heart, but the taste of it lingered on your tongue as Harwin pushed his way inside of you. Sat back on his knees, your legs pulled over his, he pushed into you slowly all the while his gaze on your face.

You had no choice but to stare back, tilting your hips so he entered at a better angle and hit right where you needed him. Gasping as the length of his cock dragged against your inner walls, you let all thoughts of what was to come leave. This moment was for yourself, something for you to take with you after; you were sure there would be little pleasure to be had in your union with Larys, but you had already promised yourself to be a dutiful and loyal wife; thankfully, as Harwin pulled out slowly only to thrust all the way back in in one fluid movement, you thought about how you had yet to take on that title.

Planting his hands under both of your arms, Harwin leaned over and claimed your lips in a searing kiss; it was a clash of lips and teeth, all take and no give on both of their parts. You could taste the punishment on his tongue as he kissed you almost desperately, as if he knew that this would be the last time. His hips moved at a brutal pace, rolling against yours in a fast rhythm as flesh slapped against flesh. The strong bands of his arms came around you, cradling you against the monolith of his chest as he began to fuck you with deep, shallow thrusts. Sighing, your hands came up to comb through his hair, your own hips lifting up only to be pushed back down into the mattress.

When you came, it was almost together, Harwin not falling far behind you as you came apart in his arms. Your legs lifted, knees framing his hips as you tried to keep him there inside, the feel of his seed an odd sensation even after all this time. For a moment, you could imagine it quickening into a son, with dark hair and eyes–fantasy turned nightmare as he became a mirror of a child that already walked the halls of the castle. Closing your eyes, you shakily breathed in and out, focusing on the press of Harwin’s hips as he continued to rut into you.

Only when he was done spilling did he pull out of you slowly, hand coming down between you once more to clean his cock with the already soiled sheets; you would have to remember to have him dispose of them when he left. You watched with eyes half mast as he tucked himself back into his trousers, leaving them unlaced as he sat up, kneeling between your open legs. His eyes traced down your body from your face, over your exposed breasts and the beaded sweat on your stomach, all the way to the cum dripping from between your lower lips. The heated expression could only be read as one of satisfaction, of pride in a job well done, and for a moment you allowed yourself to smile–until you reminded yourself of what needed to be done.

Ignoring the protest of the muscles in your body, you sat up, face level with hair on Harwin’s chest–once a feature you adored about him, now you simply stared blankly at it. All of the sudden you felt tired as you put yourself to rights, or as much as you could without a proper bath. You pulled your legs out from around Harwin, tucking them in as you turned to get off the bed. Before you could, however, you felt Harwin place a hand on your shoulder, the pads of his fingers brushing away the hair at the nape of your neck as he leaned down to press a kiss there. You almost allowed yourself to fall into that gesture, allowing your eyes to close as you let Harwin bring you back to bed for a good night’s sleep.

But there would be no good night’s sleep, not when there was moontea to fetch and sheets to dispose of and a Lord Commander to convince to leave. You knew Harwin would not go easily, he saw this as him having won, fully expecting you to go back on your word and to not marry his brother. That, however, was not an option, you would not make a fool of yourself, or  your family, or even his; Lyonel had been generous enough to take a counsel with her father to discuss the possibility of uniting their houses, and Larys was reasonable enough to understand that this was a marriage of duty, and not one of love. He would not expect more than what was expected out of a wife–you would be loyal to him after this moment of weakness, bear his children proudly, and stand by his side always. You would have the life with Larys that you could not with Harwin, and it was not fair of either him or yourself to deny you that possibility.

Sighing, you pulled away as you felt Harwin attempt to press another kiss to your neck. Finally able to disengage yourself from his body, you made your way to the fireplace to stroke the flames within with a poker; there was already a kettle and grate there, you just needed more moontea. Feeling his eyes on your disheveled person, you reluctantly turned to look at Harwin finally; he remained kneeling on your bed, confused and maybe a little afraid. It was a strange sight to see, and for another paralyzing moment you felt your resolve slip, but you squared your shoulders and cleared your throat:

“I am out of moontea.”

It was stated as a fact, the request for him to fetch more implied, but as you waited for a response you saw he made no move to get up and put himself to rights. Sighing, you felt your shoulders sag, hands folded in front of you as you walked closer to the bed, head bent slightly in apologies.

“I know this is hard, Harwin,” you began, “trust me–it is hard for me as well.”

“Then why are you doing it?” Harwin demanded to know, frown upon his lips. “Why marry my brother if it is so hard?”

“Because….” You tried to string together the right words, putting them together in your head but nothing sounded right. How did you even begin to explain everything to him in a way that did not give way to all your anger and hurt?

“Why?” He demanded again, impassioned this time as he pushed himself from the bed and made his way towards you. “Why are you doing this to us?”

You hesitated for a moment before your lips set in a grim line: “And what is it exactly that I am doing to us? I am doing nothing that has not already been done, ser.”

Harwin looked away as you addressed him by his title instead of his name, a common occurrence when you were angry with him–and angry with him you were.

“I have done everything I can for us,” you continued. “I have loved you and only you since I was a girl, Harwin–there has been no one else nor will there ever be.”

He reached out to you but you held up your hand in protest, stepping back to put space between you two as you took a deep breath. You looked around your room, it had been yours since Harwin had brought you here under the guise of being a handmaiden. Soon, it would be another girl’s, probably not all that different from yourself–would she too foolishly and blindly love a man that was not her own?

“But I have grown tired of waiting,” you spoke brokenly, feeling the ache deep in your throat as you choked the words out. “I am tired of watching you love another as you have loved me, and I am tired of watching her carry the children that should have been ours. They were taken from me before they could even quicken, Harwin, and yet I still feel the weight of their ghosts inside of me just as I feel the weight of this tired heart.”

You pressed a hand to your chest, tears stinging your eyes as you looked at him. Desperately, he held out his hand as he spoke:

“Please know that I never meant to hurt you–”

“Yet you have, Harwin,” you inserted, “and I allowed it for so many years because I had hoped that someday I would call you my husband, and you would call me your wife. It will never happen, though, will it?”

The silence that spread out between you as Harwin allowed his hand to drop was answer enough. Tearfully, you nodded, lifting your hand to wipe them away.

“I am sorry,” he broke the silence, taking slow but assured steps towards you. “I am sorry that I have allowed this to go on for so long, and that I have caused you this pain. But you must know that when I say I love you those words ring true, that for me it has only ever been you. No matter what I have done or will do, you will always be who I come back to, don't you see that?”

“What if that is not enough?” You replied as he stopped in front of you. “I deserve more, Harwin; I deserve a man I can call husband, I deserve children, I deserve….everything that I have put aside because of my love for you. I have allowed myself to settle for less for far too long and even though the marriage between Larys and I will not be made of love, at least I will not have to hide it from the world.”

“Please,” Harwin grabbed your hands, letting the entwined fingers hang between your bodies as he spoke, “I know it is selfish of me to ask….but please do not do this. I will make this right; I will leave the City Watch, I will make you a home, I will give you a child–”

“Will you marry me?” You interrupted, staring at him with intensity. “Say you will marry me, right here with the gods as my witness.”

“I-” he tried to speak but you continued.

“Say you will marry me,” you repeated, looking into his eyes as you stepped closer–chest to chest, “and I will not take the moontea, I will call off the betrothal to your brother, and I will be only yours for however long we both shall live. But if you cannot do that for me then I will not allow your seed to quicken this night, I will marry your brother as soon as I am able, and I will never allow you to touch me again–I will no longer be yours, Harwin.”

“I want nothing more than to marry you,” Harwin spoke, pain evident in his eyes.

“But?” You asked, hands coming up to grip the sleeves of his tunic as tears slid down your face. “This is all I have ever asked of your Harwin, this is all I have ever wanted–to be your wife, to be yours truly and completely. Why can I not have it? Answer me this.”

When he did not answer you shouted: “You at least owe me this! Tell me! Tell me why we cannot marry! Tell me-”

He stopped you with a kiss, cupping your face as he stole your breath away, silencing your cries. At first, you melted into the kiss, eyes threatening to close before you remembered your fury and began to push him away. Breaking the kiss, you glared at him, hand coming up to cover your mouth as you turned your back on him and began to walk away.

“I am afraid she will hurt you,” his voice stopped you midstep, and you looked over your shoulder at his torn expression. “She knows of us and has allowed me to be with you only because I have continued to warm her bed. Me and her share a love, but it is different than what I feel for you, it is a love built out of respect and loyalty and fondness. I see the same fire in her that I feel in myself, and it has drawn me to her over the years. I love the children she has borne, but they were never mine to claim; I would love nothing more than to see you heavy with child–my child–to know that I put them inside of you….yet I fear if she were to find out how truly enamored I am with you that she would hurt you and then I would truly have nothing.”

Again, he strode over to you and took your face, eyes pleading as he continued-

“But if marriage is what you most desire then I shall give it to you. I will not allow duty to drive us apart any longer, for I could not bear it if you were gone from my arms forever. I will speak to her and hope that the years we have spent together–the children we have made–have meant enough for her to let me go. And if not, then I will take you away from here and marry you as another man if I must.”

“Truly?” You spoke, barely above a whisper, hardly daring to believe. “This is not a jest?”

“I would not jest about such things,” he smiled warmly, the pad of his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. “Now, may I take my future bride to bed? There is much to be done tomorrow; I would have us married by the end of day.”

“You cannot be serious-” you stopped when he raised an eyebrow, cracking a smile of your own as you leaned in to press your lips together softly. “You may take me to bed then.”

“Good,” he leaned down to pick you by the backs of your knees, his other arm supporting your back as he carried you to bed. 

Once the soiled sheets were stripped and replaced with fresh ones, Harwin took off your own ruined dress and laid you naked on the bed. At first, you thought he intended to ravish you once more before sleep but instead he climbed in naked as well and wrapped an arm around your waist, hand settling over your stomach in an unspoken promise. Tomorrow would surely bring its own challenges, but for now you could rest easy in the arms of the man you loved–the man that you would marry.

[lol-im-done]

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.

[imagines-all-day-everyday]

insolence

pairing: harwin strong x reader

synposis: the commander of the city watch's unexpected departure from king's landing prompts a long overdue confession to the handmaiden of princess rhaenyra.

warnings: angst, fluff, swearing

notes: justice for harwin, our baby who deserved better and more than 10 minutes of screen time <3

"There was an incident at the training yard today. Involving the commander and Ser Criston."

*yn*'s body froze, her hand hovering over the chalices as the words slithered into her ears.

"What kind of incident?"

She straightened up and placed the pitcher of wine down before the cup could overflow. Her knuckles bone white as she chaperoned the two glasses of wine over to the table placed in between the princess and her husband.

"The kind where Ser Harwin nearly beat Ser Criston to a pulp."

*yn* had to use all of her willpower to not drop the gold goblets at the princess's words. Surely there had to be some explanation, some misunderstanding of sorts.

"Seven hells, whatever for?" Laenor's words were slurred, his tone high pitched. Drunk.

"For the same reason the Queen dragged us up to her room when Joffrey was born."

*yn* could feel Laenor's eyes burning into her as she placed the goblets down on the table.

"The vile accusations are circling us husband. On all sides."

Rhaenyra's tone was firm but her face was ever expressionless. One that was impossible to read. Forever wearing a mask that *yn* rarely ever saw removed. Some never did.

"I wish to speak to my wife in private."

*yn* turned to Laenor and curtseyed quickly.

"Of course your-"

"*yn* has served me for many years, she is well aware of the rumours spread about us. We can speak openly in front of her." Rhanerya gestured to her handmaiden lazily, her piercing eyes never leaving her husband as she spoke.

"I am not asking this time."

*yn* swallowed and glanced between the pair. Neither were paying her any attention, their gazes solely fixed on each other, daring the other to blink. Neither wanted to back down.

Before *yn* even had time to fix her anxious expression, Rhaenyra's stare was on *yn*. Rhaenyra's eyes glided over her features, *yn* could practically feel her deciphering every micro-expression etched into her skin.

If Rhaenyra sensed *yn*'s anxiety, she did not reveal it. Instead she curtly nodded and sent her a tight lipped smile. It was more than most people ever got.

"You may go, *yn*."

"Of course princess." *yn* curtseyed. "I will be back to help put the boys to bed."

"No need, me and Laenor can manage tonight."

"But-"

"-That will be all *yn*." Rhaenyra's tone was gentle but firm as she cut *yn* off before she could protest.

*yn* knew what that tone meant. Now was not the time to argue with her or question her commands. Rhaenyra had always treated *yn* with respect and kindness, almost as if they were friends, but she was still a Targaryen. The future queen.

This time *yn* merely nodded and curtseyed before hastily making her way to the door.

"Oh and *yn*." Rhaenyra's voice stopped her from curling her fingers around the door handle.

She spun around, her lips parted to answer. Rhaenyra beat her to it.

"I heard Ser Harwin was at his usual tavern, drinking away his sorrows."

The ghost of a smile flashed across Rhaenyra's lips as she spoke. It was gone so quickly *yn* thought she might have dreamt it.

"Just if you were curious as to where our commander might be."

*yn* could feel a blush creeping up onto her cheeks, her face growing a deep shade of crimson red. Laenor's brow furrowed as he glanced between the two women in confusion.

"Thank you princess." *yn* stared down at her feet as she curtseyed once more, her fingers finding the door handle as she did.

Rhaenyra inclined her head in response before turning her attention back to her husband. *yn* turned her back once more just as Rhaenyra brought the goblet up to her lips to hide her amused smirk.

The stench of liquor, sweat and sex infiltrated *yn*’s nostrils. Tavern goers barely spared her a moments notice as she slipped into the chaos. Ducking and weaving through the crowd, her eyes flitted from one face to the next.

He was hard to miss. His massive frame dwarfing the table he was crouched over. An intimidating mass of muscle shoved into a dingy corner. A mass of brown curls concealed his face as he bent down to press his lips to the pint of lager he was nursing.

Harwin Strong looked up from his cup. His eyes glassy and unfocused as *yn* slid into the seat opposite him.

"You should not be here. It is not safe." His voice was gruff and deep. The type of voice that crept down *yn*'s spine, leaving shivers in its wake.

"Well lucky I have the commander of the city watch to protect me then." Her attempt at lightening the mood seemed to have the opposite effect, Harwin's eyes darkening and his jaw tightening at her words.

“Have you not heard darling?” He hiccuped as he paused to take another long swig from his drink.

“It’s ex-commander now.” His words slurred together into one convoluted string of vowels.

He had completely consumed himself in drink, something *yn* had not seen from him before.

“What?" *yn* blinked in disbelief. "How is that possible? Does the King not know what Cole said to you?”

She could feel her voice rising as her anger grew. She had never liked Cole, not since he had attempted to guilt Rhaenyra for refusing to give up the crown for him. And now that he was Queen Allicent’s lapdog, his cunt-like attitude had only worsened.

“It does not matter what he said to me.” Harwin shrugged as he slouched back in his seat.

“Of course it matters. He goaded you. You have every right to do what you did.”

“I should not have let him get under my skin. I have disgraced myself. My family. I deserve it.”

“You absolutely do fucking not.” *yn* growled. “That man is an insipid little cuck who is bitter at the world because he got so cunt drunk on-“

She cut herself off, inhaling sharply before she could say anything further. She had to watch her tongue in places like this. Where rats with beady eyes watched from their little spider holes and sewer pipes.

Harwin studied her intently, as if he was only just realising she was sitting across from him. Like her words had finally snapped him out of his drunken haze.

She watched as his face morphed from one of anger to one of humour as he took in her bright eyes and clenched jaw.

“I like when you are angry.” Harwin mused.

“Brings out a fire in you.” His eyes danced with amusement as he peered at her over his drink. “Makes you even more ravageable.”

*yn* felt heat creep into her cheeks at his words. These types of compliments from Harwin were completely foreign to her. He was always kind, humorous, but never flirty. It appeared that drink loosened his tongue.

*yn* had been Princess Rhaenyra's handmaiden since she had turned eight and ten. The second born daughter of a wealthy merchant, Dreyos Valrin was more than willing to offer his daughter to the King.

She had grown up beside Rhaenyra, and by proxy had grown to know all the other members of the royal court, and their protectors.

Harwin had always been there, although it took *yn* a few years to notice him. He had always been in the background, observing.

But then Criston wreaked havoc at Rhaenyra's wedding and Harwin had stormed through and scooped her and Rhaenyra up under each of his arms as if they weighed no more than a feather, carrying them to safety. She could remember him placing her down on the ground and staring down at her with those big brown eyes of his as he asked her if she was ok.

It was like she was properly seeing him for the first time.

Once Harwin became commander, the pair grew closer. Hours spent waiting in the corners of feasts and tournaments lead to in depth conversations and stories. To secrets and inside jokes. Knowing glances and stifling giggles.

Rhaenyra grew fond of Harwin to, the three becoming close friends. Then the rumours started. *yn* had always dismissed them, especially with the way Rhaenyra so convincingly denied them.

But as each child was born and *yn* saw the scientifically mystifying dark brown roots instead of starch white ones, her doubt only grew.

And her heart broke a little more. Because it was further proof that this infatuation was entirely one sided. An unrealistic fantasy.

“Seven hells, you are drunk.” Was the only thing that she could muster up under his intense gaze.

Her sheepish mumbling only made Harwin’s smirk widen.

“That I am.” He conceded.

“But my inebriated state does not make you any less beautiful.”

*yn* felt the blush spreading across her face darken.

She must have done something to gain the gods favour because at that very moment a drunken customer bumped into her back, sending his drink flying through the air. It missed her by an inch, but it was enough of a distraction to save her from having to construct a reply to Harwin's forward comment.

"Sorry love." The man gurgled as he stumbled past.

Harwin glared at him as he walked away. *yn* did not miss the way his gloved hand tightened around the handle of his drink.

"You should not be in a place like this." He reiterated as he finally dragged his eyes from the man.

"Neither should you." She countered.

"This is precisely where I should be. With the other fuck ups and outcasts."

*yn*'s smile vanished at Harwin's words, watching as he tilted his head back to finish the remnants of the liquid sitting at the bottom of his cup.

"Come. Let us leave this place." She spoke as he slammed the empty cup onto the table. "You have wallowed here enough."

"Why do you care where I wallow." He muttered, his eyes following her every move as she rose up to her feet.

"Because you are my friend." She stated matter-of-factly. "It is my duty to care."

"Friend huh?" His mumbling was so quiet and slurred that *yn* did not even hear him as she glanced around at her surroundings.

"How much?" A gruff voice called out from behind her.

"I'm sorry?" Her forehead creased in confusion as she turned to see a man staring at her.

"How much for an hour of your time darling."

Her eyes darted behind his shoulder to see a few man luring at her. She swallowed and fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself as the hairs stood up on the back of her neck.

"I'm not a whore."

Her response made him chuckle and his pack of friends snigger in cohesion.

"Everyone's a whore if you've got enough money." He answered her as he took a step closer. His eyes were raking up and down her figure in a way that was making her skin crawl.

"So tell me, how much is that little cunt of yours worth?"

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Harwin was now sitting up tall in his chair. His brown eyes suddenly sharp as they locked onto the man. *yn* cursed under her breath as she watched the anger ripple through him.

"I suggest you go." She spoke, her voice firm as she turned away from Harwin to glare at him. The man merely let out a dry chuckle and a low whistle as his eyes dragged down her once more.

"Must be pretty fucking good to get this one so riled up."

The table scraped against the ground behind *yn*.

"Apologise to the lady."

His voice was so deep that she felt the rumble of his chest against her back as he spoke. Her eyes never left the man in front of her.

She watched as the man's eyes drifted up past her face, all the way to Harwin's behind her. He had always dwarfed her in size, like he did most people, and she could see the realisation begin to dawn on the man's face that he had made quite the fuck up.

His friends behind him were whispering to each other, taking turns to steal glances at Harwin.

".....breakbones......"

Her ears plucked those words out of the air at the same time the stranger's did. She watched him visibly pale as he realised who he was picking a fight with.

"Apologise. Now. I will not ask again."

The man shrunk into himself at Harwin's words. A glance over his shoulder revealed his friends had scattered in all directions, leaving him without backup.

"I am sorry m'lady."

She watched him as he made an attempt at a bow, staring up at her pleadingly through his lashes. She let him stew there for a few moments, taking the time to glare at him.

"It is fine."

"I do not think it was sincere enough." Harwin growled as he stepped around her to approach him.

She reached out and placed a hand onto his forearm. The feeling of her touch made him stop and turn to look down at her.

"He apologised. Let us leave and be done with it."

He studied her for a few moments as he felt the white hot rage begin to melt away under her touch. He gritted his teeth and turned to look at the man trembling in front of them.

*yn* felt relief wash through her when he nodded his head stiffly in agreement. Her hand was still on his forearm as she guided him past the man, leaving him shaking where he stood. Harwin let her lead him through the tavern, his glare keeping anymore drunks away.

It was clear his anger had not fully dissipated once they stepped out onto the dimly lit street. She finally let go of his arm as they began to walk back towards the castle.

"I do not want you going there again." The silence finally broke after a few minutes.

"Well stop going there to get offensively drunk and I I will not have to."

"The lack of respect I endure from you will never cease to amaze me." *yn* could hear the smile in his response which in turn made a small smile appear on her lips as the energy around them shifted.

"I did not realise an ex-commander required a certain level of respect." Her stomach dropped the second the words slipped past her lips.

It was a low blow. A gamble. Possibly the diciest quip she had ever delivered to him. Something she most definitely regretted.

"You know." He said after a few moments. Nerves wracked her body as she opened her mouth to apologise.

"I always blamed the princess for your insolence, that you had spent too much time in her company. But now I am second guessing that theory."

A moment of silence passed as the pair caught eyes. His face was solemn until one side of his lips began to twitch up into a smirk. Then they both burst out into hushed laughter. Relief coursed through her veins at the sound of his amusement.

The couple slipped back into comfortable silence as they approached one of the back entrances into the castle. *yn* turned to say something to him as she began to scale the stairs but was caught by surprise when she realised he was no longer beside her.

"Harwin?" She peered down at him questioningly when she saw that he had come to a stop at the bottom of the stairwell.

"This is where I bid you goodnight Lady Valrin."

"What are you talking about? You are not returning to your chambers?"

Confusion brewed in her when he shook his head.

"I do not think it appropriate for me to stay here anymore given these recent events."

"But this is your home. Ser Criston is as much to blame as you-"

"Ser Criston did not publicly humiliate the hand of the king." He cut her off firmly.

"I have taken up lodgings elsewhere." He spoke just as she opened her mouth to protest.

"Besides, I do not want to tarnish your reputation by being seen with me at this hour by the castle's preying eyes."

His words made a humourless chuckle escape her lips.

"I am a second born daughter of a merchant, the handmaiden to the princess. I do not have a reputation to tarnish. I am of insignificance to preying eyes."

He shook his head at her words. "That is a lie *yn*."

She felt her heart hammer in her chest as a gloved hand came to cradle her face.

"And you and I both know it." His thumb brushed against her chin as he spoke. His voice was low, his gaze gentle as they looked at one another.

An unreadable expression crossed his face as he dropped his hand from her face and took a step back. She exhaled a shaky breath as he bowed deeply in front of her.

"Goodnight Lady Valrin."

She swallowed as he looked up at her through his mass of curls, his deep brown eyes locking with hers. The confession she had so desperately wanted to rid herself of hung tantalisingly on her lips. But she shoved it down once more, like she had done a thousand times over.

"Goodnight Ser Harwin."

"Can we go to the dragon pit yet?"

"Once your mother is finished with the council. I heard she wants to watch you train today."

Lucerys Velaryon moaned as he flopped down beside *yn*.

"But I want to go now."

"We all wish we could have things when we wanted them young prince." *yn* teased him lightly.

"But patience is a virtue, we know." Jacaerys huffed as he bounded over to join them.

"Yes Jacaerys, that is correct." *yn* nodded as the two boys joined her under the shade of the tree.

"You have only told us about three hundred times." He answered back sarcastically which made Lucerys giggle.

"Well now I have told you three hundred and one times and I will continue to until you learn it." *yn* raised a brow at him, unable to hide the smile on her face as she tried to be semi-authoritative.

The boys could read her like a book, and play her like a fiddle. They knew she was all bark and no bite.

"How do you 'learn' patience?" Lucerys queried as he moved to rest his head in her lap.

"Well, I am getting quite good practice right now."

It took the boys a few moments to realise what she meant, but when they did they let out gasps followed by fits of giggles.

"When will mother be done?" Lucerys asked once their laughter had died down.

He was like a dog with a bone.

"I am not sure, it should not be much longer. Then you can go to the pit." She answered him as she ran a hand through his hair.

"I thought we were saying goodbye to Harwin after the council."

"What?" *yn* could not hide her surprise as she turned to look at Jacaerys. "What are you talking about?"

"Mother told us he was leaving and that we had to say goodbye."

"Leave? To where?" Jacaerys' brow furrowed at her tone, noting the concern on her features.

"To Harrenhal."

*yn* felt like she might be sick, her brain racing at a million miles an hour as she tried to process the information provided to her by two young children.

"Did your mother say when he was leaving?" She could feel her voice wavering as she spoke, her eyes beginning to sting as she kept her gaze fixed on the grass below her.

The two children exchanged worried glances when they noticed the expression on her features.

"Mother said he was leaving tonight." Jacaerys answered her.

"Did Ser Harwin not tell you?" Lucerys piped up from her lap.

"No. No he did not."

"I thought you two were friends." He frowned, sitting up to study her when he saw the grief flit across her face.

"As did I."

*yn* did not think it possible to experience so many different emotions in such a short period of time.

She had gone through sadness, confusion, humiliation and betrayal all in the span of one afternoon.

Now she had settled on anger. Pure, unbridled rage that was directed at one person and one person only.

The last thing she wanted to do this evening was to traipse up through the castle to the princess's chambers. Yet that was exactly what she was doing. Having been summoned by her princess to discuss something 'urgent'.

All she wanted to do was to curl up in her bed and cry.

She squared her shoulders and painted a pleasant smile on her features as she opened the door. She could thank Rhaenyra for her learned ability to hide her true emotions.

Swirls of pink and orange light filtered in through the large windows, bathing Rhaenyra's room in a beautiful golden haze. Dusk had always been *yn*'s favourite time of the day in King's Landing.

Her body went rigid when her eyes fell on an unexpected figure standing at one of the windows on the far side of the room.

"What are you doing here?" Even she was surprised by the bitterness laced through her words as they left her mouth.

Harwin turned, clearly caught off guard by her presence as his lips parted in surprise. He composed himself quickly, his face expressionless as he studied her.

"The princess sent for me." His words were calm and soft. The complete opposite to hers.

She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest, sending him a glare before purposely turning her head to avoid his gaze. Some might call her petulant for this but she did not care in the slightest.

It also pained her to look at him.

"I take it you have heard the news?"

She could feel her anger begin to rise to the surface at his question.

"Yes, the princess's sons informed me." She kept her gaze fixed to the window opposite her.

"I am sorry."

"Are you sorry you did not tell me or sorry that I found out?" Her words were venomous as she finally turned to direct her rage at him.

"That was your plan, was it not? To scamper away to Harrenhal without a word."

He did not burr up as she pelted him with her anger. Instead his gaze only softened as he took a step towards her.

The dusk light filtering through illuminated his figure as he stood in front of the window. It made him look more ethereal than usual.

"I thought it would be easier this way."

"So you are a coward then." She snarled, her eyes glowering with anguish as she watched him step closer.

"In this situation, I am." He murmured.

His confession took her by surprise. She froze, her lips parted as she stared at him. However, it only quelled her rage momentarily before she was aiming her venom laced words at him once more.

"Why are you leaving?"

"My father has instructed me to return to Harrenhal and start my duties as heir. These rumours have left me no choice but to leave."

"Are they true?"

Harwin blinked at her in disbelief at her question. *yn* never thought that she would ever be brave enough to say those words aloud, but now with the prospect of never seeing the man she loved ever again, she felt oddly liberated.

"The rumours, are they true?" She pressed when she did not receive an answer.

For the first time in their interaction an expression that resembled anger flickered across Harwin's face.

"You really think that low of me?" His voice was low as he glared at her. "That I would go off and father three children with a married woman when my heart so clearly belongs to another?"

The brief sense of relief that she had felt was very quickly drowned out by his confession. His heart belonged to another. Of course it did.

"I jest about your insolence but I never expected such an insult from you."

His words brought her back to the present. Her eyes narrowed as she stepped forward, her fists clenched at her side.

"You dare speak of insolence to me? You care so little of our friendship that you were willing to leave, perhaps to never return again, without so much as a wave goodbye." She was aware there were hot tears streaming down her face now, but she found herself unable to care. He was leaving, she might as well bare all of her ugly parts to him now.

"I do hope you did not extend such little courtesy to the woman you profess to love. I shudder to think how she must feel right now."

Her words were designed to hurt. Perfectly crafted to pierce through his skin. It was safe to say that she was quite confused when his shoulders slumped in defeat and he let out a halfhearted chuckle at her words.

"From where I am standing right now, she seems to be understandably quite enraged."

His words left her speechless and frozen. Like a blanket stifling her anger as if they were flames.

"And although I usually find her anger very alluring, I am actually quite frightened this time." A sad smile that reached his eyes spread across his lips.

She watched as he took a few steps forward, closing the gap between them.

"You love me?" She breathed out.

He nodded in response as he came to a stop in front of her. Their height difference forced *yn* to tilt her head up to keep their eyes locked. Her anger had completely dissipated now, dissolving completely as his hand came up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

"For as long as I can remember."

"Why have you never said anything?"

"I am not sure. Terrified of your rejection most likely. Scared of how my heart so entirely belongs to you." He mumbled as his eyes scanned every inch of her features.

"That is why I did not want to say goodbye. Because I was terrified that I would not be able to bring myself to leave if I saw you one last time."

*yn* felt her heart break as he glided the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. She had so much she wanted to say, but she could not find the words to articulate her thoughts.

So instead she did what Rhaenyra would do. Take what she wanted with no apologies or embarrassment. With that thought in mind she reached up onto her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck to guide his head down to meet hers.

She felt her stomach do flips as their lips met. Her fingers curled into his thick hair as his hands found her waist. Her head was spinning as the kiss deepened. A rumble emitted from Harwin's chest as her fingers entwined further into his hair and he dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips.

The pair only pulled apart when they could no longer breath, their chests rising and falling at a rapid pace as they stared at each other.

"It is quite extraordinary how quickly you reduce me to a quivering bundle of nerves, you know." He remarked, an amused smirk flashing on his lips.

"Ser Harwin Breakbones Strong a bundle of nerves? Impossible." She managed to stop herself from shaking under his touch, a smile on her lips as she spoke.

"My heart has always been yours too." She admitted quietly after a few moments passed. Harwin's brown eyes were filled with tears now too.

Both were aware of how bittersweet this moment was, finally confessing their love to one another just to be ripped apart for who knows how long. Perhaps forever.

The sound of footsteps approaching made the pair spring apart, only just detangling from each other when the door opened.

"Princess." They both spoke, bowing in unison as Rhaenyra appeared in the doorway.

Her hands were clasped firmly together in front of her as she came into the room. Her eyes flitted between them, silence stretching on as she took her time in studying them.

"*yn*, a word." As she spoke, her two sons came bounding in after her. They made a beeline for Harwin, both talking over the top of eachother to tell him about their afternoon in the dragon pit.

*yn* did not risk a glance at Harwin as she nodded to the princess and made her way over to her.

"We are leaving." There was no attempt at quieting her voice as she spoke. Loud enough that Harwin could hear every word over the boys animated shouts.

"To Dragonstone?"

Rhaenyra nodded. "We have been here for far too long, we should have left years ago. It is about time we escaped the whispers that keep us prisoner here."

She agreed with Rhaenyra. The castle had grown poisonous as Allicent's boys aged and Viserys withered. It was no place for Rhaenyra's boys to grow up, or for Rhaenyra to thrive.

"A good decision, princess. We will leave soon?"

"Tomorrow."

Rhaenyra glanced over her shoulder at Harwin, before turning to *yn*.

"You should bring him." *yn* could not mask her surprise at Rhaenyra's words, her head jerking around to look at Harwin.

"I am afraid I do not understand."

Her answer made Rhaenyra cock her head to one side as she studied her.

"Someone needs to train the boys. Besides, you will need the extra company, or else you will grow tired of me."

A smirk appeared on Rhaenyra's lips, her eyes dancing with amusement as she glanced over at Harwin once more.

"I think he will do a fine job of keeping you entertained."

Before *yn* could protest, Rhaenyra stepped around her and made a beeline for the boys chambers.

"Come boys, it is time for bed."

The boys knew better than to protest as they excitedly bid their goodbyes to Harwin and bounded after their mother.

*yn* stood rooted in place as she watched the three disappear from sight. The sound of their bedroom door shutting echoed in the cavernous room.

Harwin and *yn* were alone once more.

"Did you hear all of that?" *yn* murmured to him once she finally mustered the courage to turn to him.

"I will come with you. To Dragonstone." Her lips parted in surprise at his words.

"But you are the heir of Harrenhal Harwin." She answered as she watched him approach her.

"Fuck my inheritance." He stated as he closed the gap between them.

"I never wanted to be a Lord anyways. Or inherit a cursed castle. Larys can have it." He shrugged.

She shook her head in disbelief, her eyes shining as tears began to pool in the corners once more.

"I cannot ask you to give that up for me."

He smiled as he cupped her face in both of his gloved hands and bent down to place a tender kiss to her lips.

"Good thing I am not asking then."

I love that this man had like 4 lines and I've just given him an entire personality.... anyway hope you all loved it!!! Enjoy this hyper fixation for a while because I want to keep writing for him hehehe. As always, feedback would be super super appreciated and you can give it back HERE!

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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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Something cooking for this guy —>

[diligentquill]

THE OTHER WORLD

Fandom - House of the Dragon

Pairing - Ser Harwin Strong X fem!Reader

Synopsis - A foreigner catches Ser Harwin's eye, and they share a moment.

Word Count - 1.5k+

Warnings - Foul language

The shore of the King's Landing was a sight for sore eyes. After spending the last couple of weeks cooped up inside a ship, Y/N had almost forgotten what walking on the land felt like. The sound of shrieking seagulls and fishermen filled her ears as the vessel was pulled to a halt at the port.

The place was bustling with the commotion of traders and the townsfolk, and it was so loud that she was sure that her ears would be ringing for days. She groaned. Her head felt like it was being pelted with stones.

Y/N despised sea voyages. They made her throw up day and night every couple of hours till she had nothing left in her stomach to hurl. And this time was no different. Worse perhaps.

The effort it took her to emerge from her cabin was painstaking. Anyone could tell by her face that the poor girl was overcome with sickness. She hobbled towards the wooden ladder and stopped in front of it. Everything was still swaying beneath her feet. She knew that if she tried to get down, she would definitely plummet in the most ungraceful manner.

Just as she was contemplating another trip back home, a young sailor called from the dock, "Give me your hand, lass."

This had to be better than more weeks inside that damned boat. Y/N crouched and stretched her arms towards him, bracing herself for yet another wave of nausea as the man lifted her and placed her on the ground.

She held onto his biceps for a good minute until she was sure the dock was not moving anymore. "There is a healer's place down that street." He said in a thick accent. Oh good, a stroll down a stinking street among sweaty crowds is precisely what she needed right now.

"Thank you, you are most kind." All she could offer him was a weak smile for his courtesy. She removed her hands from his arms and peered in the direction he was pointing at.

"I could carry you if you want, but it will cost you another copper." He mused, grinning wide.

Y/N sighed. Men.

She barely had the strength to stand, let alone come up with witty replies to put him in his place.

"I can find my way." Without sparing him another glance, she started towards the supposed healer's place. He was indeed saying something to her, but his voice dissolved among others in the clamour.

.

Only the Gods knew how she did it, but she managed to find the wretched place after searching for half an hour. It was as filthy as the rest of the market, but the old man's herbs did make her feel significantly better.

"Take this. Three drops in the water after every meal." The healer handed her a small vial with a greyish liquid in it. Y/N nodded drowsily. The constant vomiting had kept her from the comfort of a night's sleep. As much as she wanted to doze off right there, she had to be in the Red Keep.

Holding the nearby pillar as support, she hauled herself from her seat. Although her headache was alleviated, her appetite remained missing in action. It felt like she was ravenous and nauseous at the same time, which isn't a good thing when you have to walk several miles. She wondered if she could make it in her groggy state without collapsing mid-way.

As if she hadn't suffered enough for one day, Y/N completely forgot about the two stairs at the entrance of the small cottage. Her heart almost stopped beating as her foot glided straight across the steps, sending her toppling backwards. She gasped. The Mother of Misfortunes was smiling upon her today.

Or perhaps not.

It happened within the blink of an eye. Seemingly out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her arm to prevent the fall, or it was the intention. Y/N still landed on her behind; at least she didn't hit her head.

Her other hand shot upwards and clutched the gentleman's shoulder. Much to her horror, she felt a wet patch underneath his shirt.

"You're bleeding, sir!" Y/N exclaimed, looking up at the man who had saved her from a concussion. Dark curls shielded his eyes. Trying to hide his grimace from the young lady, he dipped his head low, but his grip on her never went lax. It was evident that he was in blinding pain.

"Must have popped some stitches." He chuckled, out of breath.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I feel dreadful-"

"Okay, up you get!"

A deep, guttural sound emerged from his throat when he heaved another breath and pulled her up from the ground. Her torso collided with his rather broad form, causing blood to rush into her neck. They were closer than they probably should have been in public.

Y/N didn't even notice when her hand flew and landed on his chest, but she could swear that she felt soft thumps of his heart against her palm. She retracted it awkwardly, but her eyes refused to avert from his. His furrowed eyebrows eased as he saw a glimpse of her face. Even though she was visibly ill, something about her features was striking. The warrior who had seen and fought alongside dragons was rendered speechless by a girl probably half his size.

His gaze flickered towards her lips. When it returned to meet her eyes, she observed a ghost of a smirk on his mouth. So obscene. The woman, known to be outspoken and making men chase their tails in her pursuit, succumbed to timidity this time and lowered her own. Fortunately, the growing spot of crimson over the man's shoulder was a more pressing matter than his bold glances.

"Your stitches," For some reason, Y/N couldn't raise her voice above a whisper.

"Yes."

"They've burst open."

"I know." This man was unabashed. Or maybe he liked the sound of her voice? Small and flustered.

Y/N cleared her throat and cocked her chin up. She might be in a foreign land, but there was no way a stranger could make her feel like a shy little girl. "You should get it fixed before it festers." Scrounging the depths of her throat, she found a little more nerve to speak louder; loud enough for him to listen.

But Gods was he beautiful. His eyes were clear blue, the colour of a cold winter night, but he looked at her with such fondness, like an astray sunflower longing for the sun. A thick beard, rich in the deepest browns, covered the lower half of his face.

"I've had worse."

Y/N tugged her arm gently. His fingers came loose. They could hear the people around them muttering under their breaths and snickering. Excellent. It hadn't been a day since she set foot on the Westerosi capital, and she had already made a spectacle of herself. Her cousin would be pleased to hear this.

"Well, you better get that checked before they have to carve it out of you." She taunted. Her lips moulded into a tight smile, making him break into a laugh. Oh, she was adorable.

"Your concern is touching." His eyes drank in her figure, from the top of her head to her toes. Y/N was taken aback. Impudence seemed to come to him like second nature. She scoffed, shaking her head. She would have a hard time adjusting to the men in this kingdom. But if fortune permitted, she wouldn't have to stay that long.

.

The sound of hoofbeats interrupted their little tempest. The man tore his attention from the girl and looked behind her. His expression hardened. Y/N turned around to find the crowd scampering to make way for a white cloak. His armour shone in the sun as he walked up them, his search finally coming to an end.

Both men glared at one another as if they thought the other to be a mindless degenerate.

"Cole."

"Strong." Everybody watched in silence as they greeted each other with faux politeness.

Strong. So Y/N's knight in a dress shirt was called Strong. Well, it was a fitting name indeed. She couldn't help but allow a smile to creep up her face. Little did she know, it didn't go unnoticed by the watchful eyes of the knight.

"What brings you here, Ser Cole?" He asked, only to be ignored by the other man. He immediately turned to Y/N and sent a bow in her direction. "You must be Lady Y/N of Rivermire. Her grace, the queen, awaits you."

Suddenly the murmurs of the crowd grew louder. Her cousin might really be in despair if she had dispatched a search party for her already.

Sweet.

She nodded and walked over to the horse beside Ser Cole's. He helped her mount the stallion before hopping up his own. As the white cloak rode away, Y/N glanced at Strong, who was now clutching his bleeding shoulder.

"So the queen sent you a ride. Who are you, again?", he smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She sassed. But his smile only grew wider.

"I will. Since you have my blood on your hands."

"Oh, aren't you a delight, Mr Strong?"

"Ser. Ser Harwin Strong."

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Good morrow gentle readers!

I thought of trying something different in the new year, and decided on writing a poly smut fic. 

I’ve come up with a few pairings, so please click which one you prefer. The one shot will be uploaded some time in January.

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The Decision

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader, minor Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader, Rhaenyra Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

Again another AU with the reader of The Sea Dragon, The Clubfoot and The Green Queen (you don't need to read it to understand this one shot because this story starts LONG BEFORE the canon of that universe).

Summary: When King Viserys announces that he plans to marry you, you make a decision to avoid becoming the king's wife.

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TW: This is NSFW (if you don't like it you can read only the Rhaenyra and Harwin parts)

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. Also this is my first smut so sorry if it's weird to read.

You felt your heart hammering as you waited for the king to make his announcement. Your stomach wouldn't stop spinning and you have no idea how you still hadn't vomited up what you had for breakfast.

With every passing second you have to keep yourself from running out of the council chambers. You couldn't stop looking at your father, a part of you wanted to take his hand and ask him to get you out of here but you didn't trust him anymore. You were in this situation because of him. You always knew that your father is a proud and ambitious man but you never thought that his ambition would be greater than his love for you. If your father really loved you he wouldn't have sent you to the king's chambers. He wouldn't have made you start wearing dresses that showed more skin for your visits with him. Gods, you wanted to hit your father so badly, you wanted to wipe the smile off his face because both he and you knew what Viserys was going to announce. Everyone knew it, you noticed that Otto Hightower was trying to hide his annoyance from everyone, the only one who seemed unaware of the tension in the room was Rhaenyra.

“I have decided to take a new wife,” the king began and you noticed how he and Rhaenyra exchanged a look. You were surprised to see your cousin nod as if she was permitting him to move on. Did Rhaenyra know? Did she approve of this? “I intend to get married,” he continued, this time looking at you and your father. You forced a smile as you dug your nails into your palms, feeling helpless for being in this situation “with Lady Y/N Velaryon before spring.”

Your eyes met Rhaenyra's purple ones. There was none of the love or fun you usually saw. Now she was looking at you with a mixture of pain and fury. The pain in your stomach got worse. Nyra had never looked at you like that. This shouldn't be happening.

It was obvious that she didn't know that her father was planning to marry you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to hug her and tell her that this wasn't what you wanted, that you weren't trying to steal her mother's place, that you would never do anything to hurt her.

"Rhaenyra" the king called her but the princess left the chambers anyway. You couldn't take this anymore so you went after her, ignoring your father's calls.

You followed the princess. You could feel the fabric of your dress sticking together due to perspiration, you didn't know if it was because of your nerves or because you were practically almost running after Rhaenyra. It was uncomfortable but right now you didn't care. You needed to clear things up with her. You couldn't stand that she hated you.

"Nyra" you called when she finally stopped. You two were in the gardens, in front of the heart tree. Where more than once you had Rhaenyra lay with her head in your lap while you sang her any song she wanted. Where you two used to stay out in the sun complaining about the septa's lessons while you combed her hair. This tree has so many good memories and now you fear there will be no more.

"How could you?!" she yelled at you furiously. She couldn't believe how you had been by her side, comforting her, accompanying her in her grief, remembering the stories the both shared with her mother so that later you went behind her back to conquer her father. When her father told her that he needed to take another wife she thought it would be Laena Velaryon. Not from you. Never from you. You were supposed to be hers.

"Please, Nyra, don't hate me" you begged and grabbed her hands desperately, pulling her closer to you "I swear I didn't want this but my father" you shook your head and forced yourself to continue talking trying to ignore the knot in your throat "I'll find a way to fix this, I promise" you kissed her hands.

The princess studied you for a few minutes. She needed to check that you weren't faking this just to avoid her anger. Your eyes seemed to be glazed over from the tears you were holding back and your hands clung to her desperately.

“I believe you,” she finally said and you sighed in relief.

"Thank you", you said with a shaking voice

This time it was Rhaenyra who kissed your hands and rested her forehead against yours. You closed your eyes feeling at peace for a moment knowing that she didn't hate you.

"I won't marry your father, Nyra. I promise."

If it weren't for the fact that she was now the heir to the throne, Rhaenyra would have told you that you would run away with her, that the two of you would go together on your dragons and travel the world together, and that you didn't need a husband, that if you wanted her, she would take you as a wife. But now she had obligations, she couldn't abandon everything for you even if her heart screamed for her to do so.

After clearing things up with Rhaenyra you went to your chambers. Of course, your father was waiting for you, he scolded you for your abrupt departure but he left you alone once you told him that you had managed to calm the princess's annoyance. Being alone you decided to put your plan into action, first you took a bath with the purpose of relaxing and getting rid of any trace of nerves you had before, then you put on one of your simplest dresses and placed a hooded cape on top to hide your hair. You were leaving the castle and you didn't need anyone to follow you.

You successfully slipped away and headed out into the streets in search of Harwin. You knew that today he had to stand guard on the streets of Flea Bottom. A girl in your position shouldn't be here but you didn't care. You needed to talk to him as soon as possible.

“Harwin” you called him when you finally found him.

“Lady Velaryon, you should not be here,” said the guard, gently hugging you by the shoulders and taking you to a corner further away from the people.

It felt bad to hear him call you in such a formal way when for weeks he had been calling you by your name or “sunshine”, the nickname he had given you. You remember like it was yesterday when you kissed him for the first time after he explained to you that the reason he called you that was because you brightened his days every time he saw you.

This sudden formality was like a slap in the face and he confirmed what you already feared.

“You know,” you declared sadly.

“My father told me,” he admitted, releasing you. You weren't surprised since Lyonel is on the council and had been present at this morning's meeting. You suspected that Harwin's father thought it would be best for him to find out from him rather than from someone else since you were sure that Lord Strong and your parents knew about the meetings between you and Harwin. You thought it was no secret that he was courting you, but apparently, not everyone knew because otherwise, Viserys would not have chosen you as his wife. Or maybe he knew but didn't care.

“This doesn't have to change what's between us,” you said as you stood on tiptoe to have his face closer to yours. “I don't want to marry the king. I want you” you whispered against his lips but without touching them. Harwin had to control himself from closing the small distance between you and kissing you. “Make me your wife,” you asked before capturing his lips with yours.

You froze when Harwin walked away from you.

“I can't,” he whispered and closed his eyes to avoid seeing the disappointment on your face.

“I thought you loved me” In your voice there was more anger than sadness but your body language was different, you found yourself hugging yourself trying to comfort yourself. You were disappointed.

“I do,” he stated firmly, opening his eyes so you could see that he spoke sincerely. “I love you. If it were any other man he would fight for you but…”

His silence told you everything. He loved you but it's not enough to face the king.

“You're a coward,” you spat and left the way you came.

You didn't really think Harwin was a coward but you were hurt by his rejection. You felt stupid to believe that whatever Harwin felt for you would be bigger than any coherent thought but you can't blame him after all any intelligent person would be afraid to go against the king's wishes and steal his fiancée…

But all was not lost, you knew someone well who was not afraid of Viserys and could help you. It was a desperate move and your parents would think you were an idiot for this but you refuse to be the king's wife. You had seen how as the years went by and with each pregnancy, Queen Aemma deteriorated. You didn't want the same thing.

You wrote to Daemon. You told him that the king wanted to marry you but that you were seeking to avoid this marriage and that you needed his help. You waited anxiously for his response while you had to feign excitement every time someone talked about your wedding preparations. Luckily it didn't take that long for a crow to arrive with the rogue prince's answer. There were no reassuring words in his letter, the only thing the scroll said was "Come to Dragonstone."

And that's what you did. Nobody suspected when the next day you went on the back of your dragon since everyone knew that there was not a day in which you did not disappear for a couple of hours to go flying with Nightwing.

"My prince, Lady Y/N Velaryon!" The guard announced your arrival before letting you enter the chambers where the prince was staying.

Daemon, who had seen you approach with Nightwing from the window, had his back turned but turned to look at you. He hasn't seen you in months. Your hair was longer and you seemed to have changed the way you dressed. The blue dress you were wearing seemed to have more cleavage, it wasn't anything scandalous enough for the court to talk about but it did draw attention.

"It's good to see you, Y/n" Daemon stated making you smile. You were sure that this was the first sincere smile you had given in days.

You waited for the guard to leave. Once you heard the sound of the door closing, you began to walk towards the prince without haste, trying to show as much confidence as possible. Normally you wouldn't be nervous around Daemon but you hadn't seen him in months and he was the only person who could help you. You didn't want to ruin this.

*I'm wondering the same. These months without you were boring "You weren't lying or trying to sugarcoat it to achieve your goal, it was simply the truth. Every time he leaves court you wish for his return.

"You still didn't come after me" Daemon held back his smile when he saw the surprise in your eyes.

He liked seeing that look in your eyes. Every time he brings you something new from his travels, every time he teaches you a new move in the training yard, every time he asks you for his favor in tournaments. How he had missed seeing her. He wouldn't tell you but he had missed you these past few months. So imagine his fury when after so long the first news he receives from you is that his brother plans to marry you. You are too much of a woman for Viserys. Her brother wouldn't know what to do with you. You would spend the rest of your life bored. Daemon couldn't allow it.

"I didn't know you wanted that," you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"I invited you to go with me on my next trip, didn't I?"

Before Queen Aemma's death, when you helped Daemon put on his armor for the tournament you complained about the lengthening of his travels. The prince's response was to invite you to go with him next time. You were so excited to accompany him on his trips that you didn't wait for the tournament to end to ask your parents for permission. But then Aemma died and you didn't dare leave Rhaenyra.

You laughed. “That wasn't a trip, Daemon. Viserys exiled you.”

"And now he will exile you" he mocked, making you irritated but you quickly forgot about your irritation when Daemon placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaving your bodies pressed together. You should be uncomfortable with this but you're not. "You understand? Right? You know what you were asking for when you asked me for help?" He asked, studying your reaction. He needed to see that you really understood what you were about to do. This was your time to repent. But he didn't find uncertainty in your eyes if not desire, you looked at him with pure desire.

"I know," you responded, trying to ignore the flutter of emotion you felt at the intensity of the prince's gaze. You should be against doing this after all your reputation would be ruined but deep down you always wanted to have even a little bit of Daemon.

In reality, there was always a tension between the two of you. More than once you two ended your fights in the yard more irritated than you were before you started because after so much friction, touching, and sweat you both wanted to do something else that you couldn't. You didn't want to be the other woman and Daemon for once wanted to make things right with you. He hoped that one day Viserys would annul his marriage to Rhea Royce to take you as his wife. That day never came but that didn't matter anymore.

"You will take me as your second wife" While you spoke your eyes couldn't help but stop a couple of times on his lips.

Daemon tilted his head a little and gently brushed aside a strand of hair to whisper in your ear "I'll do it. If you want that" you shivered as you suddenly felt his breath on your neck. It doesn't take long for you to feel his warm lips against your skin. You unconsciously stretched your neck, leaving him free to continue spreading more kisses. With each kiss, you felt your body warmer. You can't help but wonder how his lips will feel just as good on another part of your body. “People will talk about us,” he warned, snapping you out of your fantasy.

You knew what Daemon was referring to, not only would it be a scandal if the king's fiancée married another but also if that other is Daemon Targaryen, the king's brother, and an already married man. People who don't understand his family's customs won't think your marriage is legitimate, and if you were to have children with him people would probably think of them as bastards. Also, the court could compare your marriage to one of Maegor Targaryen's many marriages. The kingdom would talk a lot about you two, even your family's name and respect could be damaged by this. Your father might never want to speak to you again in your life and your mother would be disappointed in you. You had thought about all this at night before receiving the prince's response. And yet you were determined to go ahead with this.

“Are you worried that the court will call you Second Maegor? Because I'm sorry to inform you but they already call you that” you said, managing to make Daemon laugh a little. You smiled when you heard him but your smile was soon replaced by a gasp as you felt his teeth biting into your neck.

“A wife shouldn't make fun of her husband,” he said making you roll your eyes, knowing that he wasn't serious and just wanted to mess with you. “If you marry me, this will not be just a marriage in name.”

You weren't an idiot. It wasn't enough for you to just marry Daemon. Viserys might still want to annul the marriage if he saw that you were a virgin but if it was known that Daemon had already had you then the council would tell the king that he should take another wife.

You walked away from him. “Are you afraid of taking me as your wife? You keep walking around instead of ordering them to start preparing everything for the ceremony. “The prince could see the challenge in his eyes and he loved it.” I'm not a little girl, Daemon. "I know what I'm getting into by marrying you."

And those words were enough for Daemon to finally join his lips with yours. There was nothing soft about his kiss, not like Harwin's. This kiss was hungry, you felt like he was devouring your mouth but you weren't far behind either, taking him by the neck, pulling him closer to you. It seemed as if neither of you two could get enough of the other. Finally giving free rein to the desire the both felt for a long time. You felt his hands trying to untie the back of your dress so you walked away from him with heavy breathing.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you hummed, now placing your hands on his chest, hoping to keep a little more distance. “You can't have me until we're married,” you declared, looking at him mischievously.

“You're so fucking annoying” Daemon complained and tried to kiss you again but you pulled your face away with a teasing smile. "Good. But then you won't leave the room until I'm done with you,” he warned you and he gave you a little squeeze on your waist before leaving, determined to prepare everything in the shortest possible time.

Daemon thinks he'll never get tired of this. See how you move on his cock, how focused you look with every jump you take in search of your pleasure, how you open your mouth and let those sinful sounds escape when you finally find your sweet spot, and above all the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock.

Hearing Daemon's groan overwhelms you. It overwhelms you because, for the first time, you realize that you have power over him. It's too much to hear him say your name like you're a god while you're riding him. See how hungry he is for you, how he can't seem to get enough of you, how he can't go a minute without his mouth on you, without biting or sucking on your neck, without having his hands touching you. By now your body was covered in hickeys, marks, and bruises leaving the trace of your crime on display. You're sure that tomorrow when the maids came to help you dress they would be horrified to see the mark of Daemon's palms on your thighs after he held you for what seemed like hours while he devoured your cunt over and over again.

Your husband noticed that you were starting to get tired but you still didn't want to stop, not when you were already so close to cumming again but you were too proud to ask him for help.

“Let me take care of it,” he said, stopping to suck on one of your nipples.

He knows how stubborn you are so he didn't even give you a chance to refuse when he lifted you off his cock. You groan against his neck as he pushes you down onto his cock again. He begins to move you up and down as if you weighed nothing.

"Faster" you demanded with heavy breathing, feeling dissatisfied with the pace of his movements.

Daemon doesn't hesitate to follow your orders and makes you bounce faster. His grunts and moans do nothing but send heat to your core. You feel your legs tremble at the speed and depth of his thrusts. You want to have your share and leave your marks on your husband too but you can't focus as much time on biting or sucking on his neck when he's fucking you so good. You sob when you finally feel the knot in your stomach release and you cum on his cock.

Suddenly one of his hands leaves your waist and pulls your hair, stealing a gasp from you, making you stop hiding your face in his neck and thus trap your mouth again in a messy kiss.

"You take me so well," Daemon gasped against your lips, feeling your warm cunt not stop squeezing his cock.

The sound of skin slapping only increases the temperature of the room. Like the groans and gasps. Neither Daemon nor you were trying to be quiet, it was more like you were both competing to see who could make the other louder. You should be embarrassed and try to be quieter, that's what a good lady would do but you couldn't care less what people thought, not when you felt so good. And while you felt how Daemon filled your cunt with his seed a petty part of you couldn't help but think that you were hoping that this would reach Viserys' ears, that one of the servants would write to the king to inform him of the spectacle you and Daemon were putting on so that Viserys wouldn't want to have anything more to do with you.

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Loyalty

Aemond Targaryen x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 3628 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader is closer to Aegon, which is unacceptable to Aemond, who is in love with her and always has been

(Disclaimer: I despise the brutality against women used as a plot device for 'entertainment' so any SA or ickiness regarding Aegon doesn't exist in my universe. He's still a burden on the realm and uber pathetic tho)

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You had always cared for Aegon.

He could be challenging sometimes, you knew that better than anyone, but that didn’t change the fact that he was important to you. As children, he would share his toys with you and tell you stories of worlds far beyond this one.

Things changed as you got older, of course, but he was still Aegon. It didn’t matter how crass, cruel, or drunk he got.

He was your truest friend, and that meant that you were willing to put up with certain things for his sake.

At this moment, for example, you were listening to him drunkenly ramble about battle strategy and knights he figured he could best in combat over dinner. Did you particularly care about either of those things? Of course not.

…but Aegon did, so you listened all the same.

Just as the rest of his family did, because like it or not, he was the firstborn son and this kingdom was his to inherit.

One member of his family, in particular, was less than thrilled with this arrangement. At the other end of the table sat Aemond, the second son of King Viserys Targaryen, drinking from his own goblet to keep the bile from rising in his throat.

You had to be kidding.

Did you truly find his brother that interesting? It wasn’t possible that you actually believed him capable of besting Sir Harwin Strong in hand-to-hand combat. Aegon could hardly stand on his own most of the time.

He would die in a fight like that, and Aemond knew you were clever enough to know that. Still, you said nothing as he continued his rant.

You just kept listening, with a soft smile playing at your lips, as if his idiot brother wasn’t an embarrassment to his bloodline.

“I know for certain that I could have been a knight, the best knight there ever was” Aegon spouted, slurring his words lightly toward their end and earning a soft giggle from you as you imagined what that would look like.

It was a lie.

Aegon didn’t have what it took to be a knight by any stretch of the imagination but your laughter wasn’t so much about what he said. More than anything, it was about Aegon. He was drunk, as he so often was, but in moments like these, it didn’t matter.

This was how he’d been as a boy too, and that was the part that amused you. The slight glimpses of the dreamer he’d been before the world had robbed him of his right to dream.

Before he’d turned into nothing more than a man, seeking out his own pleasures, even at the expense of every other.

“I think I would quite like to see that” you mused, sipping from your own cup, though you weren’t anywhere near as under the influence as he was. You had been nursing the same goblet all night, one cup for Aegon’s seven.

It wasn’t really a challenge, but like he so often did, Aegon took it as one anyway.

“I would venture I could even beat Aemond, if he’d be brave enough to face me,” he added, shooting his brother a look that did sort of alarm you. It was beyond harmless musings about the knights of the realm and famed warriors.

This was a bit more personal, and you didn’t like where it was heading. “I could even cover an eye, make it fair for him”

Naturally, in his drunken state, Aegon’s movements were clumsy and rash but the implications when his left hand came up to cover his eye were just as impactful as they would have been if they’d been delivered sober.

You were silent for a moment, your gaze shifting between the future King’s lopsided grin and the sharp glare of his younger brother.

He knew that he’d been insulted, and you didn’t expect him to forgive it, but shot him a look anyway. It was small, but the message was clear.

You were asking him to ignore his brother’s ill conceived attempt at humor.

“Alright, perhaps you should slow down, Aegon” you suggested finally, resting your hand gingerly on his wrist, all but forcing the cup in his hand back to the table’s surface the moment he once again attempted to lift it to his mouth.

He had already been drinking most of the day and as the sun slowly retreated from the sky, it was certainly time to stop. Your fear for what he’d do if he didn’t was only furthering your insistence.

Not that you could make that clear outright.

“Y/N’s right, it’s about time for everyone to turn in” Alicent agreed, shooting you a thankful glance as she stood from the table, glad that she didn’t have to step in. The King had already gone back to his chambers, and with her leaving, everyone else was sure to follow suit.

Alicent had always been glad for the bond you shared with Aegon, though she didn’t understand it, especially in moments like this.

You were probably the only person who could have ever gotten him to do as you asked without the tantrum that normally followed. “Goodnight, your Grace” you called, watching as she and Helena retreated from the room, leaving you, Aegon and his brother alone in the room.

In the back of your mind, you were aware that Aemond was still watching you, his blue eye unwavering as he studied you, but you didn’t have time to figure out why.

Not before his brother once again pulled your attention to him instead.

��I’m not finished” Aegon tried, bringing the chalice back to his lips only for Aemond to scoff over your shoulder.

He would truly never understand how his brother had managed to survive this long, much less maintain his place in line for the throne. He had no real business being there, and he wouldn’t, if it hadn’t been for his birthright.

Though that would just be among the list of things Aemond didn’t understand, like why you were so determined to take such good care of his pathetic brother, when you got nothing back in return.

Aegon would never show you the same courtesy, not in the way he would, had he been in his place.

“Yes you are, it’s time for bed” you spoke softly to your oldest friend, but your eyes had found their way across the table to Aemond and his now sour attitude.

It was no secret that he and his brother didn’t exactly get along, but you didn’t understand what had happened tonight that was any more irksome to him than any other night. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d insulted him, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Every night with Aegon was essentially the same, and no one was more used to that than Aemond was. Not even you.

“Will you take me?” the firstborn asked, that twisted smirk finding its way onto his face once more as he grinned, never ceasing his drinking even as he spoke about being done drinking.

Normally, one of the servant girls would be tasked with trying to get the future King to his chambers, but between his cheery mood this evening and the silent appreciation you’d gotten from the Queen, you figured you were up to the task tonight.

“If you promise to behave, I will take you” you agreed, finally reaching over to snag his cup from him completely, the stem held delicately between your fingers.

Again, Aemond found himself swallowing back more than just wine as he watched the scene in front of him unfold.

Did the two of you really have to do this every night? Aegon was married after all, and if his mother had anything to say about it, you would be too, soon enough.

It was so far beneath you.

In Aemond’s opinion, his ridiculous brother could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve a moment of your time, but clearly, his believing that wasn’t enough to convince you. At this point, he feared nothing would.

“Are you serious?” he finally called out, not even bothering to hide the ugly tone in his voice. It was practically dripping with emotions, but whether that was jealousy or disgust, he wasn’t sure.

Perhaps it was some mix of both.

“About what?” you hummed, your focus not leaving his brother even as you spoke to Aemond, ignoring the clear upset in his voice in favor of getting the future King to his feet.

Because even when he was speaking directly to you, Aegon was all you could ever give your attention to.

Aegon was basically dead weight when he drank like this, and it was going to be quite the task for you to get him into bed without accident. Not that the servant girls complained, each and every night when they took the job.

They simply did what needed to be done, and you weren’t about to be any different. Those girls deserved a break from his drunken antics for once.

“I could get someone to do that for you. It isn’t your job to make sure he gets to bed” This time, Aemond was sure to monitor the venom in his voice, fully aware that it wasn’t getting him anywhere anyway.

If Aegon had spoken to you like that, you would have stopped everything to assess its origin, but from Aemond, it was almost as if he hadn’t opened his mouth at all.

Why he even bothered at all at this point, he wasn’t sure.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” you assured, draping the blonde’s arm over your shoulders and heading toward the door without a second look at his brother. The second son, the man who dreamed of taking care of you instead of forcing you to care for his every need.

The man who had been hopelessly pining over you for all the years you’d known him, but who you’d never once actually seen.

Left all alone at the table.

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You were able to move quietly through the halls, finding Aegon much less drunk than you’d originally assumed once he got to his feet. His steps were clunky, and he’d been whisper-yelling in Valyrian at you the entire time, but he wasn’t totally helpless.

He’d had enough to fully give up on the pretense of his birthright, but not enough to be slobbering on your shoulder, which you had enough cause to be thankful for. In the past, he’d not been so gracious.

“Alright, go to sleep now Aegon,” you cooed, pulling the covers up over him and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “In the morning, we can take a walk around the garden”

The only answer to your suggestion came in the form of gentle snoring, which made you smile in spite of yourself as you left the room.

It seemed to you that the only time the prince got any peace was when he slept. He hadn’t always been that way, but as the days passed, you found it harder and harder to ignore the way the world was changing him.

You weren’t blind to the truth.

It was just as obvious to you that Aegon was a disaster as it was to everyone else. You knew that he was a coward and a fool and that the care you had for him was the only thing keeping you from sharing the ire for him that so many others felt.

You knew that, but the truth remained that he was your oldest friend and you loved him for that, despite his many flaws.

You were many things, and loyal seemed to be chief among them, even if sometimes you wondered if your faith in him was misplaced. Would Aegon be a good King? You weren’t sure, but you knew that you would be by his side until the day he proved undeserving.

The Lord’s chamber door closed softly behind you and gave way to a long dark hallway, which you maneuvered expertly. You had taken the walk between your chambers and Aegon’s a thousand times and you knew it like the back of your hand.

Still, you couldn’t account for everything.

For example, you never could have expected to be grabbed from your path until it happened, and you found yourself standing in an adjacent room instead of the long expanse of the hallway. You couldn’t see it that well, with only the moonlight streaming in through the window available to help orient yourself.

It wasn’t an altogether distinctive space at first glance, but it didn’t take you long to place it anyway.

The grasp your kidnapper had on your arms remained, even as the moments ticked by, and while it wasn’t tight or uncomfortable, it gave away the perpetrator in an instant.

Aemond.

No one else was capable of so much selfish aggression while also maintaining such a tight composure. No one else would have cause to take you from the hall, and certainly no one else would have the gull to do so.

Still, for whatever reason, apparently the blonde had decided to snatch you from your normal path and was now just holding you here, a foul look on his usually handsome face.

“Care to explain yourself, my Lord?” you scoffed, removing your arms from his grip as gently as you could, and trying to figure out what could have possibly gotten into him.

It didn’t make any sense.

Never had he attempted something like this before, and you couldn’t work out what was going on, no matter how hard you tried.

“My problem? My problem is that you couldn’t possibly be more of a fool” he started, essentially ignoring your justified response in favor of his own feelings.

He couldn’t watch it anymore.

It was bad enough that his brother was a bumbling idiot without any care for history or culture, or any actual skill. He couldn’t have the throne, the realm, and the affections of you.

That would simply be too much.

Especially when he deserved it so much more. .

“What are you talking about? How much did you have to drink tonight?” you wondered. You were used to Aemond being moody, and he could be unpredictable sometimes but never had he put his hands on you like this. Never had he spoken to you in such a way.

It didn’t make sense, and if you were being honest, you didn’t like it. This was something you wouldn’t have given a second thought coming from Aegon, but here, with Aemond in front of you, it confused you.

Aemond scoffed, clearly not finding your care for his well-being as endearing now that it was aimed at him. Even an hour earlier, he would have been thrilled to have even an ounce of your affection, but not now.

Now, it was almost an insult.

He was so tired of being the second son, and the second in line for everything. Just once, he wanted someone to pick him over his idiot brother.

“Not nearly enough. Perhaps if I drank more, you’d actually look me in the eye”

That got your attention.

You were silent for a moment as you considered his words, and what they could possibly mean in regards to this conversation.

It was an obvious jab at his brother, but it still didn’t help you understand what all this was about and you were torn. You didn’t know how long you were supposed to let this go on or how you were supposed to react.

On one hand, you never would have wanted Aemond to be upset but on the other, you couldn’t exactly explain being alone together in the dark, in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t technically allowed considering that you were both unmarried, and while the Queen was fond of you, you were certain she wouldn’t like this.

You sighed, taking in the distance, or lack therefore, of space between the two of you before you finally broke your silence. “Aemond, enough of this, what has you so upset?”

Your voice was soft as you spoke, hoping to get him to calm down enough to actually speak to you. He had always been the more rational of the brothers and he was certainly better at communicating.

It was one of your favorite things about him, but right now, he sounded like Aegon and you didn’t like that one bit either.

You put up with Aegon out of care for him and hope for the kind young boy you had once known him to be, but Aemond was better than that. You enjoyed his company, and the time you spent together was time you treasured.

You didn’t understand why he was so angry with you tonight.

“I don’t understand why you love him when he treats you so poorly. What has he ever done to deserve your affections?” he wondered, his tone matching yours almost instantly.

It hadn’t been his intention to yell at you, and it certainly wasn’t something he wanted to do, but one man could only take so much. At some point, he had to make it so that you saw who he was, and what he had to offer you.

Of course, Aemond would have preferred a heartfelt declaration of his feelings, in a room where he could actually see the sparkling of your eyes instead of this, but it was no matter.

Even if it had to be like this, little more than a hushed whisper under the cover of darkness, all that mattered was that you heard him.

…and what choice did you have after something like that? What had Aegon done to deserve your affections? You weren’t sure.

Granted, if you’d had time to think about it, you may have had a reason. You may have been able to explain the many reasons you’d chosen him as your closest friend but right now, you couldn’t think of a single thing.

All you could focus on was the way Aemond was peering down at you with so much intensity and the way his right hand had slowly snuck back up to your wrist at your side, fiddling with the fabric trim of your sleeve.

All you could see, and feel, was him in a way you’d never experienced before.

“I don’t know,'' you muttered finally, feeling a bit pathetic as you willed your brain to work properly. You had never once been stunned into silence by the presence of another person before, and it didn’t make any sense.

What had changed? You didn’t know. Apparently, in this moment, you didn’t know much of anything but instead of mocking you as Aegon would have, Aemond simply nodded.

That was what he thought.

You were so used to being devoted to his brother, and had been for so many years, that you didn’t even know why that was. You were so busy constantly doting on him, and dealing with his every thought and feeling that you didn’t realize it was meaningless.

“I could be so much more for you, if you’d only let me” Aemond’s words surrounded you the moment he spoke them, and like the crashing of waves, you realized what this was.

He wasn’t angry at all.

Aemond was hurt.

All this time, he was under the impression that the reason you remained by Aegon’s side was because of a longing, forever to be unfulfilled, but that couldn’t be more wrong.

You did not love Aegon, and it was not Aegon who made you feel as if you could breathe for the first time in all your life.

That title belonged to another, though he had clearly been just as blind to the truth as you had before now.

“I do care much for Aegon. He’s one of my oldest friends, but I have no desire to be with him,” you clarified, feeling the need to get that out in the open first and foremost. Getting a bit braver, you took his wandering hand in your own, giving it a testing squeeze.

It was so strange, knowing someone so well and not at all, all in the same moment.

Aemond tensed slightly at the touch, almost as if you’d struck him, largely because this wasn’t what he’d expected at all. In truth, he hadn’t had much time to consider anything at all regarding this conversation, but he never would have predicted this, not with all the time in the world.

“What do you desire?” he asked, his tone barely audible and inconceivably small as he tried to wrap his mind around how he’d gotten to this point.

You, the one he’d always dreamed of, were so close and yet still so far away. He felt as if he were to breathe, he may ruin it all, and that just wasn’t worth the risk.

Gingerly, you collected your thoughts, for once deciding to let your own desires out way those of everyone else.

Aegon didn’t matter, the opinions of the nobility didn’t matter, and really, Aemond didn’t either. In this moment, all that mattered was you and what you truly desired, stripped bare of all other things.

“I quite think I’d like to be cared for, for a while” you hummed, your voice equal parts certain and wavering as you tried to take a role you’d never known a day in your life.

If Aemond meant as he said, he would take care of you and that was something you desperately wanted. You just weren’t used to asking for the things you wanted, or even, needed. It wasn’t something someone of your standing had ever known.

…But, perhaps it was time to change all that.

[misguidedasgardian]

Storm's End 3

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Strong!Reader

Summary: your mother sends you to Storm’s End to rally Lord Borros Baratheon for your side, but your uncle arrived there before you

Warnings: Cursing, use of the word bastard, angst, heavy, canon level incest, thoughts about dying, mentions of bedding, and more, dark fic, Aemond is unhinged, rape, non-con, minors engaging in sexual activities, blood, violence, smut on top of a dragon, asphyxia (not severe), kind of choking, moon tea shows up, and other very dark things. 

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.9 k

Notes: Ufff It seems I can’t do one shots anymore, I think this required another third part because I didn’t want to make it so long… anyways… 

Maybe… you’d prefer for Vhagar to have devoured you…

You shook your head at that, you couldn’t think like that, you had to be strong, perhaps tapped into your real father’s force, he was a good man, a strong the, brave, and kind, you had to be like him.

You whimpered when you felt your uncle’s hot hand in your belly, making you lean back until your back was against his chest, you tried to look around, but you barely could see cloud at this time at night

“You are shaking”, he purred against your ear, you barely hummed, your clothes had barely dried, but you were freezing

“I’m cold”, you murmured, he chuckled darkly, making you shake some more

“you’d think that you’d ran hot, like a dragon, and then I remember, you are only a bastard”, he mocked, but you didn’t fight him, you didn’t have the strength, you didn’t care anymore

What if your father was Harwin Strong? he had cared for you, he had protected you and guarded you, consoled you when you cried, cared for you when you were sick or when you fell and hit your hands or knees, he had loved you, you could see it in his beautiful eyes, you missed him, and Ser Laenor didn’t care, he loved you too, he accepted you and called you his, you were a Velaryon. And now Daemon, for everyone he was the fearsome devil, the rogue prince, unreadable, unpredictable, merciless, but for you and you siblings? He was your father, who cared for you, guided you, taught you, he was fearless when it came to defend all of you and your mother, he watched over you all and knew how to give you counsel 

Perhaps he was jealous, you have had three fathers, and he barely had half of one, your grandfather had been sick for so many years, he couldn’t be a good father for Aemond, you thought

“What happened? a dragon took your tongue?”, it was a sick joke, a single tear fell from your eye at the thought of your baby dragon Karnax.

You named him in honor of the first ever dragon that bonded with Aerion, and together with his flames he forged the city of Old Valyria, and created the greatest empire the world had ever seen.

How silly you had been

Perhaps the gods had taken away your dragon for your boldness, who did you think you were?

Aemond grabbed you by the back of your neck, roughly, grabbing your hairs until you cried out

“I like to be answered when I talk to you, bastard”, he grunted, he pretended like he wanted to drag you off of the saddle, into the air and to your certain death and you squealed, grabbing back at his arm

“No! please!”, you whined, “don’t throw me, don’t kill me!”, you begged him

“Why would I kill my new toy? after all the trouble she make go through to get her”

He didn’t release you, but he let you accommodate back in the saddle with shaky hands, grabbing into the rough leather. Vhagar’s flight was steady, thanks to her huge size, it would be enjoyable, if it weren’t for the circumstances that led you here 

“What are you going to do with me?”, you asked in a whisper, he caressed the back of your head and neck, but it wasn’t a soft, loving caress, it was rough, dominant, to show you his power and dominance over you

“I told you what I was going to do to you”

I lied, I’m going to give you my bastard 

“Please uncle, you took my dragon, you draw my blood”, you whimpered, “I payed by brother's debt”

For one second to the other, the skies opened up, and you gasped when you could see Dragonstone far in the horizon.

Aemond grabbed you even tighter

“I will say when it’s payed”, he chuckled darkly, and he pushed you over the handles in his saddle

You whined when he pushed you even lower, grabbed you even tighter, the handle hit you right over your belly, preventing you from breathing properly

You coughed, tears falling down your eyes

He had ripped your riding pants, but you still had your upper part, working like a dress, he raised that, exposing your intimacy, which still burned and ached…

“No please.. AH!”, he impaled you on his cock, dragging you back, letting your weight make him ripped you open even more

It was worse than before, your inner walls were sore, and aching, it felt like he was ripping you open

“No more, please uncle”

Vhagar growled under you as he started thrusting into you, over and over, each time it burnt more, your insides were on fire, every thrust you were out of breath, the handle digging under your ribcage, making you whimper

You couldn’t breathe

And the only thing you could see was Dragonstone, right there…

So close, yet so far 

Aemond leaned into you, grunting in your ear, dropping wet open mouthed kisses in your neck

“Please”, you begged, “no more”

“I’ll say when is enough”, he grunted, “fuck, you are squeezing me so tight”, you didn’t even know how you were doing, perhaps was the fact that you started feeling dizzy because of all  the oxygen you were lacking,a dn that made you clamp down on him.

“please”, you whimpered with the last of your strength, suddenly you didn’t care anymore than your uncle was taking you against your will, the last thing you saw before your eyesight began to tunnel was the stronghold of your family, your own home.

He felt you going slack under his grasp, and that is when he realized you couldn’t breathed, he pulled you back, hugging you tightly against him, and then you managed to get air inside your lungs, gasping greedily 

he kept fucking you, as he had you relaxed in his arms, he held you almost tenderly, making sure you wouldn’t fall off the saddle.

Inside his dark mind, it was true, he wouldn’t want to lose you. he didn’t want to kill you, he wanted to keep you

You were what he deserved

You were just a little bastard, a girl, you should be thankful that he, a prince, was even looking at you, adding in the fact that you and your bastards brothers where pretenders to the Iron Throne, he was just doing his duty, to prove to you how wrong you all were.

He grabbed your jaw, making you look up at him, your eyes were misty, out of focus, your sweet mouth was open, taking short breaths, trying to recuperate yourself, meanwhile he was still pounding into you.

He placed a hand over your belly, drawing you even close to him, and that is when he could draw a moan from you, as a tear fell down your eyes

It was too soon to expect you to feel pleasure… hell, he didn't do this for your pleasure 

He did it for his own 

He felt like you might give in, but you didn’t, more tears fell down, and you whimpered when his cock touched a special spot inside of you, feeling shamed, cold and frightened 

“Please uncle”, you whimpered, grabbing into his hands all over your body, “it wasn’t my fault, I’m sorry”

“Would you rather I go after your brother?”, he asked, you shook your head, “then shut up”, he got angry, throwing you in your belly wasn’t an option anymore, he didn’t want you to asphyxiate, so he pounded into you harder and harder, making you cry out.

He closed his eye, concentrating on the sensations, and he had never felt anything like this, he was fucking the girl he always desired, a girl with no power, no nothing, over the biggest and most powerful dragon in the world.

He ruled the skies, and now he had you.

He tried to get to you the right way, he bit his own tongue and put his tail between his legs and asked your whore of a mother to betrothe you two, he didn’t give a shit about uniting the family and fixing the strained bonds 

He desired you, he desired you so much it made himself hate you, because he believed that you were not worthy of his love, passion and attention

You were a bastard

Like his mother always taught him, and bastards deserved nothing, to inherit nothing, they were born out of sin, and weakened flesh

Two things he despised

Sin and weakness

So he had tot ake you the way he was entitled too

It didn’t help that he hated your brothers

It was not fair

that they were loved, protected, cared for, after everything they had put him trough, they always got away with it…

So he was going to take it all on you

He would give the entire royal treasury to see those bastard’s faces when they realized what he had done to you, their dear, lovely sister

“It hurt, please, uncle, please stop”, your cried made himrealize how hard he was fucking into you, completely lost in his dark thoughts of revenge and desires 

He didn’t want to stop, he grunted and moaned in your ear, he licked the tears of your cheeks, and then, he bit down in your shoulders until he drew blood and you squirmed in his grasp due to the stinging pain

Having you struggling and twisting in his arms, squeezing him like a fist, your little whines and pleas, he cummed inside you, hugging you tightly despite your hands scratching all the skin you could reach, he grunted in your ear filling you with his seed

He was already addicted to you, your unwillingness and your tightness 

he made yo u lean in and looked where your bodies were still intertwined, he discovered, with sick pleasure, that his cock was tainted with your blood still

Now you were ruined, for everyone else

He chuckled at the sight and at your lame lie. that you were betrothed to Cregan Stark 

Well, not anymore, he thought with satisfaction when he heard your cries and whimpers starting again.

“Please”, you whined, and when he looked ahead he could tell why

Dragonstone stood there in all its might.

He grunted, grabbing the reins of Vhagar and made her turn away, if you got to close, they were going to spot you, and could easily attack

“No! please!”, yo grew desperate when you realized you were not going back to Dragonstone

“You think I was just going to drop you there?”, he whispered in your ear, “no, it is not going to be that easy”

‘Please, you got what you wanted”, you whispered, defeated, grabbing into his hand that was still holding you by your belly  

“Not even close”, he whispered darkly, pushing inside your walls again, growing hard only at the thought of your despair

“I want to go home”, you cried

But he didn’t take you home

You arrived at King’s Landing when the sun was rising in the horizon

The Usurper was dragged out of bed, or that is what it looked like when you entered the throne room and Aegon was there, sitting in the Iron Throne lazily, almost snoozing, his clothes where dirty, his hair was in disarray

The sight made you sick 

When he saw who you were, he giggled drawing his head back

“My brother, ever the over-achiever, we send you for a stag and you came back with a little dragon”

The doors opened behind him and you looked back to see Queen Alicent and Otto, who looked back at you wide eyed

“What is the meaning of this?”, demanded Otto

All eyes fell on you, you you only played with your hand looking at the ground

You felt Aemond’s seed dripping out of you, you only managed to squeeze your thighs together and swallow a whimper, praying they couldn’t see it. It was probably just a phantom feeling, but you still felt shame and fear. 

Aegon was looking at you like you were the most amusing thing he had ever seen 

Alicent’s eyes filled with tears, and her mouth twisted in a horrified face

“Aemond…”, she called, it didn’t take a genius to know what had happened between the two, “what did you do?” 

“What I did was find a way for the pretender to surrender, without blood being spilled”, he said out loud, to all of them, he grabbed you by the back of your neck and angry tears fell down your eyes, “we have her daughter, is she doesn’t come here and surrender, we are going to feed her to the dragons”

Aegon’s laugh rang all over the room 

“You already fucked her, didn’t you?”

“Aegon!”, chided Alicent, Aegon giggled again, but she then looked back at her favorite son, with an incredulous look on his face

“You didn’t, didn’t you?”, she asked, fearful.

They all talked like you weren’t even there, and for a time, you enjoyed being invisible

“What does that matter?”, he asked, manhandling you, moving you by your neck like you were some rag doll, “she is a bastard, you said so yourself”, Alicent covered her mouth, horrified

“I never meant for you”

“What my brother did was great”, sentenced Aegon, “you got us Lord Borros, and you got us some entertainment, well. a hostage but, entertaining nonetheless”, he said raising a cup he held by his hand, “we should hold a feast tonight, for my dear brother”

Otto didn’t know what to say, he kept looking at his grandson, and then at you, not really knowing if this was good or bad, but he liked the initiative of his grandson

“Ser Criston, put her in Rhaenyra’s old chambers”, he commanded, and Ser Criston, who had been standing by the gates, walked towards you and grabbed you from Aemond’s grasp and led you off of the throne room

It was painful to be back into your mother’s chambers, you remembered it from your childhood, and now you were alone and sad

But not for long, as Queen alicent showed up in your chambers

She found you sitting in the edge of the bed, and you didn’t stand up, or do anything, you just sat there, looking at her

“Are you comfortable dear?”, she asked shakily, her hand linked together in front of her, that ever present scowl on her face

“I’m sorry for the loss of the King your grace”, that seemed to kind of break her, a single tear fell from her eye and nodded

“Thank you dearest”, she looked around, you could see that she had trouble to face this, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, you moved uncomfortable, your core aching, you hissed and she seemed to notice

“Aemond… was always smitten with you”, she said faking a smile, and you looked up at her in surprise and disgust

“What?”, she looked away from you and started pacing. A tear fell from your eye when you realized she was just trying to diminished what had happened, in favor of her son

“Aemond was always a driven young man”, she said, with that nerve-wrenching smile

“What will happen to me?”, you asked in a whisper

“We are still debating the best way to proceed”, she said calmly

“Please your grace, Alicent, I want to go home”, you cried, “I want to go to my mother”, you stood up and grabbed her gently, she seemed shaken up by your outburst, “please”, you begged her, but she shook you away

“Prince Aemond will decide what is to do about you”, she said, recuperating her composure

“No! he is going to rape me again”, you cried, she winced at the word

“I’ll have moon tea brought to your chambers”, she said simply, walking to the exit

“PLEASE! I want to go home!”, she closed the door in your face and you went there and slapped your hand on the hardwood, “please!”, you begged but it fell on deaf ears 

For better or worse, you were left alone until the night fell over in King’s Landing, you were to busy staring at the horizon, in the direction of where Dragonstone was

Were they thinking of you? Were they missing you?

Did they know something happened to you?

Did they believe you died?

Maids brought you food and wine for you to drink and eat, to replenish your strength, and even though you haven’t eaten anything since lunch the day before, you found yourself so nauseous you couldn’t even have a single bite 

You could hear it, all over

There was a feast being celebrated in the Keep, as Aegon promised

A feast to celebrate you being kidnapped, you were a valuable hostage, now they might make your mother surrender.

Would she?

For you?

Would she give up her birthright?

Finally exhaustion got the better of you, and you removed your torn riding gear, to put on the nightshirt the maids had left for you, and you curled up in the bed 

You were exhausted, and you managed to fall into a dreamless sleep

Until you were suddenly awake

Greedy hand grabbed you, fondled you, grope you

You whined, fighting between the realms of dreams and reality

“Fuck, you are still dripping”, it was Aemond, as his fingers tried to pry you open for him, you tried to grab his hand, but you were too weak, and still in a haze

“Uncle”

“Mmm yes”, he purred in your ear, as he got rid of your night dress, you knew what it came next, and you hissed when you felt him entering you. He hugged you tightly, obsessively, grunting in your ear as he started pounding into you

It was of no use to make him stop, you just had to endure it, but it still hurt, it still burn as he cock split you open.

In this position it was tighter for him, and for you, you could tell, you just laid on your side as Aemond took from from behind, hugging you against him so you couldn’t move away from him

“You are my little whore now”, he said, you could smell the wine on his breath, “I’m going to breed you, it is only fair, that a bastard births my bastards”

“I don’t deserve this”, you cried, tears soaking the pillow beneath your head, “I didn’t do anything to you please”

“Didn’t you?”, he mocked

“I loved you”, you confessed, “you were my loving uncle, my friend”, you said sadly

“Not anymore”, he mocked, kissing the side of your face, “I bet you hate me now, don’t you?”, you grabbed into him, sobbing

“No”, you cried, and he chuckled, fucking into you rougher, making you cry out

“Oh you don’t hate me?”, he purred, “aren’t you sweet?”

“Please Aemond”, you whimpered, “I don’t want to have a child”, you cried

“Too late for that”, he teased, “You will give birth to my white-haired children”, he teased, biting on your neck 

He cummed inside of you that night as well, staying there deep inside you until morning

When he was done with you, he released you hastily, you woke up hissing at how uncomfortable you were.

You didn’t even know if it was possible, but you felt  it in your belly still. 

He was getting dressed again, looking back at you with appreciation, it was the first time he saw you truly bare for him. You hair messed up, your tired face, your marked skin

But unbeknownst to you, you looked beautiful and delicious to him 

Until the door was knocked

Aemond answered for you, and he saw it was a made bringing a small tray, in it, only two things, a small tea cup, and a small pitcher

“What the hell is this?”, he asked, mad out of his mind

“T-the Queen send it, your grace”, she said with a nervous stutter

“I didn't asked who send it, I ask what it is”, he almost bit off her head

“Moon tea, your grace”, you jumped in the bed when you saw Aemond grab the small tray and smashed it against the wall, making you and the maid terribly scared 

“get put and if I see you again I’ll flay you alive”

“YES M’LORD”, and she ran out of the chambers, when Aemond turned to you, he find you crying, grabbing into the sheets, covering yourself

“If you drink that filth, you’ll live to regret it”, he threatened, and left the room, with you exhausted and in tears

He erupted in the middle of a meeting of the small council, his grandfather and mother invited him to sit down, his brother wasn’t present, but it was early in the morning, so he didn’t find it strange 

“Daeron will marry one of Lord Borros’ daughters, and you will marry your niece”, said Alicent, not looking at his son, but at the table in front of him, she couldn’t stand the sight of this man she hardly knew, “we will send the terms to Rhaenyra, to stop this nonsense of her taking the throne…”

“Why?”, asked Aemond, bored

“Why? because you dishonored her! Rhaenyra…”

“Will do as we told her if she wants to see her daughter again”, he said, “nothing has to change”

Alicent and Otto shared concerned looks

“The first thing to do is to send word to Rhaenyra that we have her, and she is alive, if she thinks otherwise, they could retaliate”

“I will send a raven to Rhaenyra”, muttered Otto

“Aemond saved the princess”, Alicent said, “he saved her from dying in the treacherous waters of shipwreck bay”, Aemond chuckled darkly

“That’s the story we are going with?”, asked mockingly

“Yes!”, snapped his mother, Aemond only shook his head, amused

“So be it”, he mocked

. . .

Rhaenyra watched the Fellwood woman retreat from the room and she whined in pain, Daemon grabbed her softly, hugging her tightly against him to soothe her

“Everything will be alright”, he muttered gently, Rhaenyra only nodded

“Your grace”, her new appointed Queensguard appeared in the war room, “a letter from King’s Landing”

Rhaenrya didn’t dare to receive the letter, but Daemon did, he opened the small scroll rapidly and angrily, and read it carefully, to finally snort

“THOSE CUNTS!”

“What is it?”, Rhaenyra asked

“They have her”, he whispered, and Rhaenyra drew a sigh of relief, until know she didn't really know if her daughter was alive or not, at least she was, “they claimed that one eye cunt saved her from the seas, and took her to safety”, Rhaenyra chuckled darkly, “they are offering to marry them, and offer the same terms of surrender”

“Or?”, she whispered

“It doesn’t say”, he said back, crumpling the paper in his fist, “What if they give us our daughter back, or we kill them all?”, he grunted with greeted teeth, angry tears leaving her eyes

“We need to tell the boys”, warned Rhaenyra, “we need to ask them to see her, to see if she is alright, then we can set something up”

“You are not giving up your birthright”, he sentenced

“I just want to see her”, she whined, “see if she is alright”

“We will teach them what happens when you mess with our family”, grunted Daemon

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ... 2/3

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . harwin looks to make good on his promise to wed you by the end of day

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 . one / three

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 . 18+ situations

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . pushed through this while feeling under the weather, but finally it is done and i can turn my attention towards the longer piece i’ve been thinking about (hint: it has the main character as the younger sister of harwin and larys). it will be strictly posted on ao3 but i’ll post on here when it’s published and when each update comes out. now in terms of this piece, i might (and that’s a strong might), make a third part at some point about their first time as husband and wife because that was my intention with this piece but as of now i don’t have it in me to write smut. with all that being said, remember to like, comment and reblog if you enjoy reading! do not repost/claim as your own please

𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 accusing stare of a dragon was not a comfortable position to be in you were quickly coming to realize; it was a situation in which not even a cup of wine like the one in front of you could offer any real resolve to. When placed in a predicament such as yours all one could really do was sit and wait and maybe hope for a bit of mercy from the dragon. After all, it was you that was the cause of all the dragon’s ire and frustrations on that particularly gloomy morning.

Across from you sat the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms, the pale-haired beauty that was Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen; she sat stoically with her cup of wine in hand, bringing it slowly to her lips without ever taking her eyes off of you. It would be foolishly prideful of you to deny any idea as to why your lover had been so bewitched and loyal to her all of these years. She was pretty after all–ridiculously so; but not only that, she had this indescribable aura about her, one that exuded this undeniable affinity for power and fire.

Rhaenyra Targaryen was truly a dragon–one that you had managed to piss off.

“Ser Harwin Strong came to me earlier this morning,” she finally broke the tension after taking a sip from her cup. Setting it down, she continued, “but I suppose you were already aware of his intention to visit.”

“I was, your grace,” you bowed your head, both in an attempt to seem respectful and as a way to escape her piercing gaze; her eyes were dark that day, resembling the steel of that of a freshly constructed blade–heat still sizzling on the sharp edge.

Earlier that day, before the sun had barely broken free of the horizon and rose steadily into the sky, you had awoken for once in the arms of Ser Harwin Strong–your shared lover, your newly intended husband. It was not often that he could stay long enough for you to fall asleep let alone hold you in his arms throughout the night, and upon these rare occasions you would commonly take advantage with a late start to the day. However, that morning was not one for such luxuries and Harwin had departed soon after awakening, wasting no time in making good on his promise to be wed by the end of that day.

“Then I am sure you are also aware of his intention to step down as Lord Commander,” the princess hummed, “and take you as his wife.”

There was no point in denying it really; the princess had been aware of your presence in Harwin’s life since before they even began their affair together. She was also aware that there had never been any way in which to forbid Harwin from being with you–she had never wanted to try and cage him in such a way; so instead the two of you had had an unspoken understanding, you kept quiet about what you knew and she would allow Harwin to continue seeing you.

“Yes, I am aware of this,” you replied after a moment’s pause, finally raising your head once more to meet her gaze.

“I told him I could not allow this,” Rhaenyra’s lips were set in a grim line, your own down-turning into a frown as your heart skipped a beat. “His stepping down as Lord Commander will only further the suspicions surrounding my children in court, I am sure you can understand this.”

“Your grace-” you opened your mouth to defend your position; already the hope that had filled you since last night was dwindling away like a weak flame.

“But it appears he cannot be swayed from this decision,” the princess cut you off with a sigh, finger tracing the rim of her cup as she thoughtfully looked at its contents.

“I-” you took a deep breath to calm yourself once more, it would do you no good to become upset and therefore irrational. “I am not quite sure I understand what you are saying.”

Rhaenyra’s gaze met yours once more, holding it there as she spoke, “it is apparent that Ser Harwin is of one mind and cannot be persuaded to see better reason.”

She shifted in her chair, straightening her back as she folded her hands in front of her.

“And although it pains me to let him go,” she continued, smiling sadly, “the thought of refusing him this pains me more oddly enough.”

A part of you dared not believe what you were hearing, fearful to hope that after all these years of waiting things could fall into place so easily. If Harwin and you were to have the princess’ blessing, the only obstacle left in your path would be that of your current promise to Larys. Your father could hardly refuse a better match–Harwin was the heir of his father, and a knight unlike any other in the realm. The only problem you could foresee is Harwin’s father, who might not take kindly to you snubbing one son for the other.

“Although,” Rhaenyra’s voice drew you back to the matter at hand, “perhaps I could persuade you to make him see how foolish he is being?”

“Your grace?” You frowned.

“This union will have its consequences,” she explained, “not only for Harwin and I, but you as well. Surely you know that I am not the only one they whisper about in the court? These rumors will only worsen if you are intent on marrying, especially as soon as tonight; it will be seen as confirmation of what they suspected all along.”

“And what is it that they suspect?” You asked, raising an eyebrow; you were well aware of what people said about you, you just wanted to hear Rhaenyra say it.

“That Ser Harwin has been bedding us both, and that he has managed to put a babe into you as he has done to me thrice now,” she offered you a crooked smile. “Only this time his trysts have caught up to him and now he is being forced to marry you.”

You snorted, breaking out into laughter that the princess soon joined in; although there was truth to it, the drama of it all was rather amusing to the both of you.

“I care not for what others think,” you said once you had both finished, one last chuckle escaping your lips as you smiled fondly at the woman across from you. “I only care that I will finally be able to call the man I have loved for so many years my husband, and that he will call me his wife. They can say what they want about me, our love is my armor as your station is yours, princess.”

She regarded you with amusement still warm in her eyes, bowing her head respectfully before standing up.

“Then there is nothing more for us to discuss.”

Leaving the princess’ apartments was like leaving a dream, a dream that you could hardly dare believe to be true even as the proof was waiting for you outside. Harwin was leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he waited, but the moment the door opened to reveal you he was pushing off to greet you. After a quick glance around, you noted that there was no one to bear witness to the exchange so you relaxed as he took your hands. Feeling the leather of his gloves under your fingers, you looked up into his concerned eyes.

“When I heard she had called you for a meeting in her solar, I feared-” he began.

“I know,” you interjected, nodding. “I feared the worst as well but I believe the princess has come to see that this is inevitable.”

“I do not wish to cause her any pain,” Harwin admitted, ducking his head.

“Nor do I,” you insisted, pushing back a curtain of curls as you reach up to cup his face, “but she understands this is what you–we–want. She wants you to be happy, Harwin.”

“And I want the same for her,” Harwin hummed, looking up to gaze into your eyes. “Does that upset you?”

You paused for a moment, contemplating the answer to his question. Many a time you had found yourself jealous of the relationship Harwin had with Princess Rhaenyra; it was only natural after all to not want to share the man you loved with another, and certainly not with one as beautiful as her. Not only had you envied her beauty, but also the sons she had bore Harwin, the sons you had not been allowed to give him. A part of you would most likely always resent the woman for what she had been able to share with Harwin, but now that resentment dulled in comparison to the respect you now held for the future heir.

“No,” you laughed softly, smiling. “I would expect nothing less from the man that I love then to wish the best for the mother of his children. She will always be a part of who you are, Harwin, and since I adore every part of you then there is love in my heart for her as well.”

“You never fail to surprise me,” Harwin chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Pulling away, he muttered, “and every part, you say?”

“That is quite enough of that, ser,” you scold teasingly, even as you leaned up for another kiss, “at least until we are wed.”

“Then thank the gods I intend to make you mine this very night,” he smirked. “I had just finished speaking with our fathers when I heard word of your meeting with Princess Rhaenyra.”

“You spoke with my father?” You asked, suddenly uneasy once more. “What did he say?”

“He was surprisingly more agreeable than my own,” Harwin sighed, folding his hands behind his back as he stood to his full height once more. The pair of you began to walk, you listening intently as Harwin recounted what transpired. “Of course, why would he not be? I am my father’s heir, after all, and if you are to be my wife that would make our children the heirs to Harrenhal.”

“And your father?” You pressed, remembering your earlier concerns.

“He has….concerns,” Harwin hesitated, looking straight ahead as you continued on your way. “There is Larys of course, which you have already been betrothed to; luckily an official announcement has yet to be made, which will make for less questions when we wed. However, father has made it clear I am to find him a suitable replacement as soon as possible.”

“In a way of apology?” You inquired.

“Aye,” he nodded, frowning. “Yet it is not only my brother that causes my father hesitation, but also the implications of our hasty union.”

“People will talk,” you agree, “not that they are not already–this will simply confirm what they all already believe to be true.”

“I am aware,” he sighs, “but that offers little comfort to my father’s ailing fears over our House’s reputation.”

“He is opposed to us marrying then,” you stated with certainty, teeth beginning to worry your bottom lip.

“Not opposed,” Harwin shakes his head, taking you around the corner, your hand tucked into the corner of his elbow; it is then that you realize the both of you are headed back towards your chamber. “I will not deny that he has his concerns, but he ultimately has agreed to support the union because at least it will put a stop to the speculation–eventually. I would also like to think he wishes his son to be happy with the woman that he loves.”

He nudged you teasingly, causing you to smile with ease once more as you continued your walk. There was more to discuss and much to do if the two of you were to be joined that night, something Harwin continued to insist upon despite your own insistence that you were okay with a longer engagement.

“Afraid you will change your mind, my lord?” You asked, both in jest and out of your own curiosity.

“Never,” Harwin passionately declared as you stopped outside the door to your chambers; you could hear the bustle of someone from within, though you chose not to question it at that time. “I simply wish to waste no more time in making you mine–wholly and completely. I will hesitate no longer when it comes to this matter.”

“This matter,....” you teased, rolling your eyes. “You make it sound so romantic.”

“It is what I do best,” he chuckled, giving your hand one last squeeze before letting it go. “It appears the handmaids I requested have arrived and begun preparations for tonight. It would be rude to keep them waiting any longer, my love, so I am afraid we must part ways–for now.”

“Handmaids?” You raised an eyebrow. “My, you have been busy this morning, Ser Harwin.”

“As I said before–no more hesitating,” he smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as his hands rested on your lower back. “My decisions must be quick and sure  from now on if I am to be your lord husband. Now, into your chambers with you, wench.”

“Harwin!” You gasped as you felt the sharp sting of his hand on your rear end, gone as quick as it had come. Staring up at him in bewilderment, he chuckled and turned to leave, striding down the hallways and leaving you a blushing mess. Not for the first time, you thanked the gods for the emptiness of your surroundings before quickly disappearing into your room.

You were greeted by the two familiar faces of your fellow handmaids, girls younger than yourself who had yet to etch out something for themselves in this world. They welcomed you with excited praises and congratulations, wasting no time in helping you undress so that you may soak in the warm bath they had drawn for you. There was still plenty of time before the wedding, but Harwin had made his instructions clear that you were to be pampered until then.

“I cannot believe you are to be wed this very night, my lady,” one of the girls, Dacey, sighed dreamily; she sat beside the tub, working on some needlepoint while she waited for you to finish so her and the other handmaid, Maege, could help you dress.

“And to someone as handsome as Ser Harwin Strong,” Maege giggled from across the room, laying out your clothes carefully on the bed.

“Handsome, yes,” Dacey nodded, “and strong.”

“I am indeed a very lucky lady,” you laughed, dragging the washcloth down your arm as you regarded the younger girls with amusement. At their age you too had been titillated at the prospect of marriage, having had this romanticized outlook on it; and though you were lucky enough now to marry the man that you loved, you knew that that was not always the case. However, you hoped that someday Maege and Dacey could find their own Ser Harwin–men that were handsome and strong and kind to them.

It is what all women deserved, after all.

“Are you nervous?” Maege asked once you were out of the tub and dried off; you were now pulling on your undergarments, stepping into them with skin still flushed from the warm bath. Behind you, Dacey helped pull together the ties and secure them together, fingers working quickly as Maege unraveled the pieces of your gown.

“A bit I suppose,” you smiled, smoothing out the wrinkles in your undergarment’s skirt. “Although I have known Ser Harwin for years and I feel rather comfortable with him….”

“Do you now?” Dacey asked. You could practically hear the knowing smirk in her voice and you felt yourself blush, fearful you might have let too much slip.

Thankfully, Maege came to rescue by lifting up the layers of underskirt that would go under your gown; together, she and Dacey attached the underskirts to your waist, securing them in place so that they would not slip and fall. The gown itself was a creamy yellow color, pale with golden embroidery on the bodice and sleeves, but otherwise plain in its design. However, you found that you loved its simplicity as the handmaids lifted it so they could lower it over your head and arms. Once the gown was tightened in the back by Dacey, you were free to see yourself for the first time in the mirror.

As you stood in front of it, hands gripping the thickness of its skirts as your still damp hair curled around your face, it finally hit you that you were truly going to be married that very night; not only that, but it was to be with the man you had loved for so many years–since you were a girl of six and ten. There would be no more sneaking around, no more moontea, no more having to hide what you and Harwin were.

“You look beautiful,” Maege smiled over your shoulder, Dacey nodding in agreement as the three of you looked at your reflections in the mirror.

It didn’t dawn on you how nervous you truly were until you were standing outside the small chambers of the sept later that night. Your father stood by your side as you worried your hands together and waited, pacing slightly back and forth.

“What ails you, daughter?” He asked, looking rather reserved with his hands folded behind his back; your relationship with your father had never been a close one, having spent much of the past few years apart with you at court and him off at Harrenhal.

“Nothing, nothing,” you shook your head, frowning as you continued your measured steps. “Well, I suppose it is not nothing….is it natural to be this nervous?”

Your father smiled, looking down at his shoes as he addressed you with a soft laugh: “I am afraid so, my dear. The day I wed your mother, I felt as if the nerves would consume me–and I wasn’t even the one who had to walk down that aisle.”

At the mention of your mother you stopped, looking over at him carefully; your mother had been long since dead, taken by a sickness that had spread throughout your homefront like a barely contained fire. At the time of her passing you had been a girl of two and ten, not yet a woman bloomed and forever without the guidance only a mother could provide. To this day the ghost of her memory haunted the space between you and your father, neither of you able to bridge the gap her absence had created. Yet, in that moment, with your father’s admission, you felt closer to him than you had in all these years.

“It is time,” your father hummed, holding out his hand for you to take. “Shall we, daughter?”

You took a deep breath and took it, allowing him to tuck your arm in the crook of his just as the double doors of the sept were pulled open. The chamber was dimly lit by oil lanterns hung high in the rafters and melting candles scattered about on every available surface. The pews of the religious sept were empty aside from near the front where Harwin’s father and brother sat to the left, similar to Harwin standing at attention on the same side with the septon beside him. The sight of him in his finest cloak and tunic had your heart fit to burst, heavy for once not with the ache of a forbidden love but with your desire for this man.

Your future was now so clearly stretched out in front of you as you were led down the aisle. You could see you and Harwin years from now, husband and wife, children at your feet playing as you both rested by the fire. To some it might have seemed terribly boring, but for you it was all you had ever really wanted, and now it would finally be yours.

As you stopped in front of Harwin, whose own eyes looked nowhere but at you, the septon cleared his throat and began the ceremony: “who here today gives this woman away?”

“Her father does,” your father spoke, placing your hand into Harwin’s outstretched one. You were drawn closer so you were standing by Harwin’s side, the pair of you situated in front of the septon as he continued.

“Very good–” The man nodded. “We stand here in the sight of the gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”

With shaking hands, the septon leans forward and ties a pale ribbon around yours and Harwin’s joined hands. As he does, you lift your head to look into Harwin’s eyes, crinkled at the edges as he smiles warmly at you. You smile back nervously, bowing your head once more as the ribbon was finally secured.

“Let it be known that these two are one heart, one flesh, one soul,” the septon spoke. “Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words-”

Hands still tied together, Harwin and you turned to look at one another as you began to resight your vows: “Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger….”

As you said the words together, lips moving in sync, gazes unwavering, you were suddenly that girl of six and ten again; meeting Harwin by the Gods Eye under the secrecy of night, stealing glances in the great hall at meals, brief moments together in the shadowed corners of a hallway. Through it all, you had always hoped for this moment.

“I am hers,” Harwin said, “and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.”

As he spoke, you felt that familiar ache in your throat, but ignoring the threat of tears, you repeated his words:

“I am his, and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.”

“With this kiss,” Harwin smiled, leaning down, “I pledge my love.”

And with those words, you both sealed that promise with a kiss.

[osferth]

strong words

for anon; enjoy! <3

pairing : aemond targaryen x reader

word count : 2.4k

Despite officially being the children of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, the ‘true’ paternity of yourself and your three younger brothers - Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey - remained a popular subject of debate. Many believed that Harwin Strong fathered all four of you, owing to your distinct lack of valyrian features compared to either side of your family.

No matter the truth, you all carried your Targaryen heritage and the Velaryon name with pride.

The animosity between your brothers and the second son of the king, Prince Aemond Targaryen, had existed since you were children. In spite of this, you had not once found yourself the target of his resentment and disdain. At first, you and your brothers had assumed this was because you were merely a girl that posed little threat to the claims of Queen Alicent’s sons - but while that was almost certainly the case to begin with, you soon found that there was more to it than simply just your gender.

Until your father Laenor’s funeral, the quarrelling between them remained just that - quarrelling. You were all encouraged to spend time together, which helped you, Aemond, and Helaena grow close - but unfortunately had the adverse effect where he and the other boys, your brothers included, were concerned.

You could still recall the incident after Laenor’s funeral like it was yesterday, although it wasn’t something you liked to dwell on.

In the midst of grieving the loss of your father, you had discovered Aemond and your brothers fighting each other once again, having been alerted by their curse-laden shouts. Angered at the very sight, you made to walk over at once and yell at all of them when Aemond suddenly let out a terrible scream.

Luke had slashed his eye with a knife, and whatever you had been planning to say immediately died in your throat. You screamed for someone, anyone to get help whilst Aemond lay crying out in your lap. You tried not to look at his face or the blood staining your dress as you assured him that everything would be alright, all the while reminding yourself that Luke was only five and to be lenient with him, your little brother.

Your heart ached as you silently watched his mother and yours scream at the King and each other, calling for the sons of both to be soundly punished, and you held little Joff closer to you.

A momentary bolt of anger shot through you as you learned of Aemond’s mockery of your brothers, his use of the name Strong against them as provocation after they threatened to tell someone that he’d claimed Vhagar. Having assumed the two of you were friends, it stung - it surely meant he viewed you as a mere bastard, too.

But then your eyes met the one he had left from opposite ends of the room, and although his gaze was dulled by milk of the poppy for the pain, it was melancholy, and he held yours for as long as he could. Your heart could not bring yourself to hate him, not in this state, no matter how hard you tried.

Partly out of guilt and partly out of genuine concern for the wellbeing of your friend, you visited him often as he recovered - taking care to avoid Aegon and Queen Alicent… although the latter did not seem to hate you nearly as much as she did Jace, Luke, and Joff.

These constant visits only brought the two of you closer. To your brothers and the rest of your family, you passed them off as a mere show of compassion and goodwill - and fortunately for you, they believed this.

Even after he recovered and took to wearing an eyepatch to cover the wound, you continued to spend time together, but this time in secret. You no longer had an excuse, after all.

He soon apologised to you for the use of the word Strong - although he had already publicly done it once, this felt much more genuine and sincere and you forgave him, granted that he never used it again.

And to your knowledge, he never did.

Of course, relations between himself and your brothers did not improve - they had almost definitely worsened, in fact, but you had never expected them to improve anyway. However, they kept their snide jabs and remarks against each other to a minimum while you were within earshot, for your sake.

He was always very sweet to you, which did not change as the two of you grew older. You had been aware of his feelings for some time, but waited until he finally admitted them one night when you were both four-and-ten to reveal this.

Ever since, the two of you had kept up a steady relationship in total secrecy. The threat of discovery made it both terrifying and exhilarating, and you loved every second of the time you spent together.

~~

The displays of affection and amity at this feast that King Viserys had thrown satisfied only him. You observed him watching your mother and his queen exchange pleasantries with a large smile on his face, and shared a wry look with Aemond across the table.

This was something you both loved and hated about being with him in secret - the thrill of sharing gazes and smiles and the occasional brushing of hands in public was unmatched, but a part of you constantly wished you could do so freely.

Although you were well aware that almost everything spoken at this table was a farce, you could not blame the king for getting lost in it all. It was much nicer to pretend, just for one evening, that this was a functional family where everyone got along, after all. Aemond complimented your beauty with a polite smile, and while you sensed your brothers bristling slightly at this, you returned his smile with the knowledge that his words were truly genuine.

Of course, since the king’s health had worsened, he soon retired early from the table. Almost at once, the conversation began to devolve into belligerence, and you chuckled into your cup of wine. It was nice while it lasted, you thought.

Aemond suddenly rose to his feet, cup in hand, and the table fell quiet. It was unusual for him to make a toast, you thought, but you had the feeling that this was not going to be a particularly sincere one.

Your anticipatory grin faded as his gaze fell upon your brothers, and his cup raised.

“I have never known anyone so strong as my sweet nephews,” he smirked. “So let us drain our cups to these three strong boys.”

The room remained uncomfortably quiet as you stared in disbelief at the man you so foolishly thought cared for you. Your vision of him blurred with tears and you abruptly stood up, ignoring the noisy scraping of your seat. Without a word to anyone you stormed out, blood boiling with anger as your heart broke.

If you had turned back to look, you would have seen the arrogant smirk on his face quickly fall away, replaced with uncomfortable realisation.

The minute you stood up, he realised the gravity of what he had done, but he could not simply follow you out just yet. To keep up appearances he smirked again, but it was half-hearted.

Afterwards he hardly paid attention to anyone, only seeking a way out of the room as fast as he could. Jacaerys soon asked Helaena for a dance, and Aemond stood up at once under the guise of anger.

It had angered him, but that was beside the point.

Either way, it allowed for him to storm out too, Aegon’s furious shouts soon distracting from his exit.

Meanwhile, you walked through corridors and passageways with little intention of going anywhere except away from the feast. You furiously wiped your tears as you wrenched the ring he had gifted you on your sixteenth name day from your finger, about to hurl it away when your name was called from behind you.

“Y/N, wait!”

It was Aemond, breathless and seemingly earnest with worry.

“Leave me alone!” you snapped, cursing your voice for breaking.

Of course, he did not.

“Y/N, my l-”

“Don’t you dare,” you hissed. “I am nothing to you but a bastard, am I not?

“No, you-”

But you refused to hear a word of it.

“You said it yourself! My brothers are a couple of Strong boys, yes? I imagine that makes me a very Strong girl-”

“Y/N, I had no intention of-”

“Implying our illegitimacy?” you finished. “No, I’m sure you did not.”

Having had enough, you turned on your heel to leave. Before you could, however, he blocked your path, and you quickly turned away from him.

“Please,” he sighed, taking your hand, “just give me a chance to explain.”

You rounded on him at once. “What is there to explain?” you yelled, wrenching your hand from his grip.

“Your brothers provoked me.”

An incredulous laugh escaped you. “Provoked you, did they? It does not matter if they got up and slapped you, you promised never to call us Strongs again! Or have you forgotten that?”

Aemond opened his mouth to protest this, but one look from you quickly silenced him.

“I should never have forgiven you the first time.”

This time, he let you go without a word.

~~

The following day, you hardly spoke to anyone. Your brothers saw this as a reaction to Aemond’s toast at the feast and sought to comfort you at once - and while they were right, they did not know the full truth. Nobody knew of your relationship with him, much less its failure, and so you were left feeling lonelier than ever.

Your mother visited your room in the evening, to comfort you as your brothers had and reassure you that Aemond’s words meant nothing. Though you appreciated the company, you wanted nothing more than to leave.

And so you crept out of the palace after your mother took her leave, finding your way back to your dragon. He lay near Vhagar, the sight hurting your heart even more. But you needed to escape, just for one night, and so you mounted him and flew from King’s Landing altogether - although you did not make the full trip back to Dragonstone.

Instead you stopped halfway, at the place you once used to meet Aemond. It was large enough to land your dragons on, and secluded enough that you wouldn’t be spotted. Whether flying there of all places was a good idea or not, you badly wanted to see it just one more time.

You were unsure of exactly how long you spent sitting in your usual spot, watching the stars in silence, but it had to have been hours. Just as you were convincing yourself to leave before it got too late, the familiar sound of beating wings stilled your movements.

It seemed Aemond had had the same urge as you, and the shock on both your faces as he came into view was almost palpable.

You were the first to break the uncomfortable silence.

“What are you doing here?”

Your question was soft, laden with hurt.

“I wish I had an answer for that,” he said. “I did not know you would be here.”

“I can tell,” you muttered, and he snorted in spite of himself. You turned away before he could see the brief smile on your face.

“May I sit?” he asked.

Unable to refuse him, you waved a hand, although your tone remained sullen. “You have flown all this way. Come.”

He walked over and sat beside you, keeping a respectable distance. Your heart continued to ache, but you kept your gaze firmly on the sky.

“I apologise,” he began, “for my words at the feast. You were right, Y/N. They were inexcusable no matter the circumstance, and… and I am ashamed that it took you to help me realise that.”

“How long did you rehearse that for?” you shot out. Almost immediately, you regretted your barbed response, but he did not react as you thought he might.

“I mean it,” he said earnestly, “all of it, I swear. Please, Y/N. Look at me.”

Reluctantly you turned to face him, and saw at once the sincerity in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“You hurt me,” you said quietly. “You forgot I was still there when you made that fucking toast.”

Aemond took your hand, and this time you did not pull away. “I did,” he sighed. “It was wrong of me, but all I wanted in that moment was to anger your brothers.”

“Yes, they are my brothers,” you said, “and I love them more than life itself. You would do well to remember that, no matter what transpires between you.”

“I know. I swear to you, such a mistake will not be made again.”

“You mean it?”

“Yes. I do.”

You exhaled shakily. “Do not make me a fool for trusting you twice.”

“I would never do that,” he assured you, “not to the one I love the most.”

When he wanted to, his words had always had a knack for making you smile, just as they were now.

“I could not bear to see you so upset,” he continued. “This guilt has torn relentlessly at my heart. Knowing what I had done to you, I could hardly even sleep last night.”

You squeezed his hand, before lifting it briefly to your lips. “I forgive you,” you whispered. “Just make things right tomorrow. Set your pride aside and apologise to my brothers, too… even if my silence towards you felt like penance enough.”

The look of annoyance on his face almost made you laugh, more so when he resolved to do as you said. As earnest as he was, his reluctance was obvious - but he knew your forgiveness would only be fully earned when it was done.

Nonetheless, you forgave him enough to first grant him one kiss, then several more, until the sky grew lighter and you knew you had to return.

“Just like the old days, eh?” he grinned as he saddled Vhagar.

You rolled your eyes. “Meaning last month?”

He chuckled at that, giving you one final kiss before you mounted your own dragon. “I should like to meet you somewhere a little closer by tomorrow night… perhaps in your room, if you’ll allow it. Vhagar is getting old, you know,” he added with a smirk.

“We shall see,” you laughed. “Provided you behave yourself, my love.”

Aemond watched you leave on dragonback with a fond smile, knowing that no matter how difficult, he would keep any and every promise he made to you.

[lol-im-done]

Love in the Kingswood | Harwin Strong X Reader

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2489

Synopsis: Princess Rhaenyra's Lady in Waiting, Lady (Y/N) Vaelor, slays a boar to protect her cousin, upon her return to the royal camp she realizes she's caught the attention of Ser Harwin Strong, and as they go on their own hunt they fall in love.

Author's Note: Feedback and comments are always appreciated! Also any ideas for other one shots so I can be inspired to write more :). Can be found on A03 as well.

Never had you been so happy to see a forest as you were when you arrived at the Kingswood. After hours of awkward small talk, glares from Alicent and the uncomfortable bumpy carriage ride you were more than ready to disembark. As Lady in Waiting to Princess Rhaenyra you were a constant companion at her side and as a distant cousin you were welcomed into the inner circle of the Royal Family. King Viserys had recognized Rhaenyra’s increasing isolation after Queen Aemma’s death so he reached out to your father Lord Vaelor who quickly dispatched you to King’s Landing. It was daunting at first but you became fast friends with Rhaenyra, a comforting and supporting presence for her. As the royal carriage slowed you could hear the cheers for the babe Aegon outside, Rhaenyra already withdrawing into herself. 

“Are you ready?” you asked softly, grasping her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. After a few seconds she gave you a brave smile and nod before stepping off with you at her side. 

The encampment was enormous with various tents and booths for Aegon’s name day celebration. Soon you found yourself in the main royal tent and after a quick conversation with King Viserys who doted on you as if his own daughter, you went on your rounds but kept a watchful eye on Rhaenyra. The King never explicitly stated you were to mind her but it became evident you were also responsible for keeping her in line, as spirited as she was. As you exchanged words with Larys Strong, you could see Rhaenyra speaking with her father, both voices increasing in tandem with their agitation. As their argument came to a crest, gathering the attention of the court, Rhaenyra stormed off. 

“Pardon me, Larys I must go!”

Larys, understanding your role, nodded and stepped aside as you tried your best not to run in the tent, trying to make it through the maze of people. Once you were at the exit you broke into a sprint at the same time someone was walking in. 

“Excuse me, I’m so sorry!” you apologized, not even recognizing the tall man you had bumped into. Ser Harwin Strong had seen you at court, a quiet shadow to the fiery Princess Rhaenyra, and had only formally met you when King Viserys had introduced you to the court. Watching you run after her he couldn’t help a small smile, he found your panicked state quite adorable. As he watched you go after Rhaenyra, his brother inched closer to him. 

“Lady Vaelor is most kind, I’m sure she did not mean to leave in such a haste,” Larys noted. 

“Do you spend time with her often?” Harwin turned to his brother. “We sometimes cross paths in the library and will have tea with others from court in the Godswood,” Larys replied. 

“Do I sense romance?” Harwin teased but Larys rolled his eyes. “No. But from the way you constantly ask after her and the way you stared at her bottom as she walked past I’d say you had that notion in your own head,” Larys replied coolly. Harwin let out a bark of laughter, slapping his brother on the arm before continuing into the tent, the feeling of your body pressing against his, still on his mind. 

“Rhaenyra wait!” you cried, lifting the bottom of your skirt as you tried to keep up with her long strides but she was soon galloping off into the forest. 

“Ser Criston-,” you called out and you didn’t need to finish as he helped you up on your horse before mourning his own. Without wasting another minute your steeds were off, racing to follow Rhaenyra. You loved your cousin dearly, would defend her to the very end but sometimes you swore she was trying to give you gray hairs. Thankfully you were a skilled rider and even in your dress you quickly caught up with her. Criston grabbed the reins of her horse and she scowled as she was stopped. 

“Gods above Rhaenyra give me warning next time you decide to run off,” you shook your head, patting the neck of your horse to calm it down. 

“I just couldn’t stand it one more minute! I don’t want to marry,” she pouted, silver strands whirling around her face. Criston looked over to you and you both exchanged a serious look, shaking your head in disappointment but the air of seriousness broke as Rhaenyra smirked, making the forest come alive with your trio’s laughter. 

Rhaenyra insisted on walking back but you were nowhere close to the camp by the time the sun had set. Thankfully your horses had food and water and a light blanket strapped to them so you assisted Criston in making the fire as Rhaenyra set up for the night. 

“Do you think the realm would ever accept me as Queen?” Rhaenyra broke the calm silence as you all ate the bread and meat from your packs. 

“The lords bent the knee to you Princess,” Criston replied but she didn’t seem satisfied by that answer. 

“I think that you will be a great Queen. The realm never had a chance to be reigned by a Queen before. They may be uncomfortable at first but once you prove yourself to them they will love you as I do cousin,” you said making her grin. Before she could reply there was a rustle in the distance and the horses began to whine. Criston was up and peering into the darkness, sword at the ready for whatever it could be. From the corner of your eye you saw Rhaenyra bring out her glinting dagger and you cursed yourself for being unprepared. Suddenly you and Rhaenyra screamed as a large boar burst through the bushes and rammed into Criston sending him flying to the side. It barreled straight towards Rhaenyra, jumping on top of her as she let out another scream. The urge to defend and protect surged through you as you grabbed her dagger from the ground. With a cry you plunged it into the boar’s back with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed everywhere, hot and sticky, and the squeals of the boar filled the air. Criston pulled Rhaenyra out from under the boar as you continued to stab it, not stopping until it went completely still. The dagger fell from your hands, and you looked down, eyes widening in realization. Blood poured down your face and neck and the light purple fabric of your dress turned maroon. 

“Fuck,” you hung your head. 

“Fuck indeed,” Rhaenyra whispered, as she held onto Criston tightly. 

“Cheers to Lady Vaelor, Slayer of Boars,” Criston breathed out before you fell over in exhaustion. 

The following morning your trio finally made it back to the royal camp, exhausted, dirty and in need of a bath. The only upside was your kill which was being dragged by Criston’s horse. It soon became clear to everyone who had killed the boar. Climbing off your horse you tried to keep your composure as dozens of eyes watched you. Thank the gods your mother was not here or she would have dragged you off by your ear. Judgment and shock were 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 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. Then you quickly realized who it was- Ser Harwin Strong. Thankfully the blush that spread across your cheeks was hidden by the blood. You were acquaintances with his brother Larys but had never gotten the chance to spend time with the man they called Breakbones. There he was eyeing you with a mixture of awe and something else, a sort of hunger. Breaking away from his gaze you followed Rhaenyra to your personal tent for a long awaited bath. 

Later that evening you mustered the courage to come out of your tent and eat dinner. King Viserys had publicly thanked you for the boar, which was cooked for tonight. Not used to all of this attention you kept to the edge of the feast, picking at your meal. A shadow passed over you and when you looked up, your heart began to beat as fast as a hummingbirds. 

“Ser Harwin,” you curtsied, dress pooling around you, tongue grazing your teeth to make sure nothing was stuck in it. 

“At ease Lady Vealor,” he replied seriously as if you were a fellow member of the Night’s Watch, making you giggle. “That was horrible, I apologize,” Harwin chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“No, it was quite funny. How can I help Ser Harwin, if you are looking for the Princess-,” you began but he stepped closer to you, close enough that you needed to look up as he towered over you. “No, I was looking for you,” he said. Another blush spread across your cheeks and you found yourself at a loss for words. The most handsome man in Westeros (in your opinion because Rhaenyra would argue Daemon) was looking for you?!

“What do you say to going out on a small hunt of our own?” he asked hopefully. “I was impressed by your killing of the boar and I’ve heard you enjoy archery-,” he continued to ramble, as if afraid to hear rejection from you. 

“I’d love to.”

Harwin paused, eyes widening with happiness and he suppressed the urge to sweep you up in his arms at the moment. Gathering his composure he stepped back, “Tomorrow morning then, I shall arrive at your tent at sunrise, My Lady,” Harwin bowed his head. 

“See you then Ser Harwin,” you curtsied before dashing off to find Rhaenyra. 

Morning couldn’t come soon enough and when Harwin announced himself outside your tent you were ready, flinging the curtain open. Harwin forgot what he was going to say as he looked down at you as he gulped. Gone was the usual purple dress, today you looked like a huntress. Hair braided away from your face, leather trousers, your house sigil of two spears embroidered on your vest. 

“Good morning Ser Harwin, Princess Rhaenyra is spending the day with the King so it looks like I’m all yours today,” you greeted him with a shy smile. 

“I’ll take any time I get with you Lady (Y/N),” Harwin smiled back before offering you his arm. 

Your conversation had started light as you walked through camp, the usual pleasantries especially with so many ears around but as you made your way deeper into the forest you found yourself opening up more. Harwin was a great listener, nodding along to your stories and quite eager to learn more about you as he asked about your home, your life. It wasn’t long before you began to see evidence of rabbits in the area, Harwin insisting you take the lead on the hunt. 

“Wouldn’t you prefer to be out there hunting down deer and wolves Ser Harwin, instead of hunting little rabbits with a Lady,” you teased as you crouched down. Harwin crouched down beside you, angling his body closer to yours. 

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be at this moment,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. Turning to look at him, you were entranced by the depth of his eyes and you resisted the urge to run your hand through his mess of curls, turning back to the task at hand. Harwin watched as you brought out your bow, silently parting the bushes to get a clearer look at your target. 

Notching the arrow your eyes narrowed in concentration, as you prepared your kill. Slowly your breaths evened out and with a final exhale your arrow went flying before hitting the rabbit straight through the eye. 

“Damn!” Harwin cheered, squeezing your shoulder. Other men would have chastised you for your skill, or felt their manhood threatened but not Harwin. Ser Harwin Strong was not like other men, and you could already feel the stir of love in your chest. 

After a few hours you had amassed quite a few rabbits and hares, Harwin carrying them in a bag as you walked beside him. With every step your bodies inched closer, shoulders grazing one another’s. After a few more minutes you approached a small creek bed that led to the camp and before you could look for a log to cross over, Harwin offered you his hand. Thinking he would guide you through the small stream you took it, “Thank you Ser-,” you began but let out a squeak as he wrapped his muscular arm around your waist and hoisted you up against his body. Instinctively you curled up against him, arms snaking around his neck as he walked you both through the water. He did not let you go however until you came closer to the camp, not at all tired. As he let you down you fought the urge to pout, not wanting to leave his comforting grasp. 

“I’ve had a wonderful time, truly,” you thanked him, looking up at Harwin. 

“Please just Harwin,” he said, hand reaching out to wipe dirt off your cheek gently. 

“Harwin,” you echoed. 

“Can I ask you something?” Harwin asked a bit nervously, and you nodded. “Why did you say yes to coming with me? I know my reputation-.”

“I said yes because you’re not like other men. You asked me to hunt with you, not to watch you hunt. Your brother Larys speaks nothing but good things about you. You’ve been nothing but kind to me Harwin,” you said sincerely. It was Harwin’s turn to blush and he looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching. Leaning forward his hand came to cup your neck and for a moment you thought he was aiming for your lips but instead his lips pressed against your forehead in a sweet kiss, so delicate for someone nicknamed Breakbones. 

“I will always be kind to you (Y/N), I will be by your side if you let me,” Harwin whispered as he stared longingly into your eyes. 

“I want nothing more,” you whispered back before surging upwards to kiss him, not caring who saw. Little did you know your journey with him would not end there but your relationship would blossom and endure through a civil war of fire and blood. Ballads would be sung of his strength in battle and of yours in diplomacy and eventually dragon riding, and in the end your children would carry on the legacy of both your houses with pride and glory. 

[madame-fear]

༊*·˚𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ☄. *.

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—♡ last updated : 28 / 10 / 23 | requests : closed —

↳˗ˏˋ HEADCANONS ˊˎ˗ ↴

꒰ LUCERYS VELARYON ꒱ • general lucerys nsfw headcanons.

꒰ JACAERYS VELARYON ꒱ • Jacaerys as your boyfriend. • Modern! Single Dad! Jacaerys x Single Mum! Reader

꒰ VELARYON BOYS ꒱ • yandere! velaryon boys // separate • poly! jace and luke with a pregnant reader. • period sex with the velaryon boys. [ NSFW ]

꒰ RHAENYRA TARGARYEN ꒱ • none yet.

꒰ AEGON TARGARYEN II ꒱ • dating aegon ii.

꒰ AEMOND TARGARYEN ꒱ • aemond with a motherly figure wife. • aemond with a bastard!s/o.

꒰ HELAENA TARGARYEN ꒱ • helaena with a bard!s/o.

꒰ SEVERAL CHARACTERS ꒱ • jace, luke, helaena, aemond and aegon taking care of their sick s/o.

↳˗ˏˋ ONE SHOTS ˊˎ˗ ↴

꒰ LUCERYS VELARYON ꒱ • prūmia bāne (heartwarm) | lucerys x aunt! targaryen! (aemond's twin sister) reader [ NSFW ] • falling upon your grace | lucerys x baratheon!fem!reader [ work in progress ] • burning desire | enemies to lovers! lucerys velaryon x stark!reader [ NSFW ] • a father's true love | dad!lord!lucerys x wife!reader • (more than) friends part 1 | lucerys velaryon x reader • (more than) friends part 2 | lucerys velaryon x reader [ NSFW ] • queen of the lordling's heart | lucerys velaryon x sister!betrothed!reader • binding union | lucerys velaryon x wife!reader • the perks of touching | lucerys velaryon x reader [ NSFW ] • escapism | lord!lucerys x reader • across the tides | lord!lucerys x commoner!reader • elysian | uncle!lucerys x niece!reader • elysian | uncle!lucerys x niece!reader [ pt. 2 ] • recover | lucerys x reader [ NSFW ] • vespertine | lord!lucerys x hightower/targ!reader [ NSFW ] • i see red | modern!lucerys (luke strong) x reader [ NSFW ]

꒰ JACAERYS VELARYON ꒱ • triumph of the heart | helaena targaryen x reader x jacaerys velaryon • everything in it's right place, in the right time | jacaerys velaryon x reader • rivalry's hidden face | jacaerys velaryon x reader • perfect enemy | jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!reader [NSFW]

꒰ RHAENYRA TARGARYEN ꒱ • none yet.

꒰ AEGON TARGARYEN II ꒱ • none yet.

꒰ AEMOND TARGARYEN ꒱ • chasing the flame of my desire | aemond targaryen x princess!reader • play with fire | aemond targaryen x highborn!reader [ NSFW ] • calm after the storm | aemond targaryen x reader • meeting vhagar | aemond targaryen x maiden!reader

꒰ HELAENA TARGARYEN ꒱ • triumph of the heart | helaena targaryen x reader x jacaerys velaryon

↳˗ˏˋ IMAGINES ˊˎ˗ ↴

꒰ LUCERYS VELARYON ꒱ • Lucerys getting jealous when Cregan Stark begins taking a liking for the reader, but the reader only liking Lucerys. • Modern! Lucerys getting caught having sex with the reader, and getting "the talk". [ Brief content of NSFW ] • Lucerys taking his twin sister's maidenhood. [ NSFW / SMUT content ] • Angry jealous sex with Lucerys. [ NSFW / SMUT content ] • Lucerys having a secret language with an older sister reader where they gossip about everyone. • Lucerys defending/comforting you from his grandmother Rhaenys because he married you instead of Rhaena. • Being Lucerys' wife and slightly taller than him, but when he grows he's as tall and sturdy as Harwin Strong was. • Lucerys and you, his young wife, coming to age an exploring each other's bodies — making Luke a bit too horny, afterwards. [ NSFW / SMUT content ] • Lucerys with an extremely positive s/o. • Lucerys seething because he gets in a fight with his uncles, but seeing you scared and calming you down. • Dark!Lucerys obsessed with a Stark!reader. • Luke using his cuteness to make you help him with his erection. [ NSFW ] • A teasing Lucerys giving you a little gift for your name day. [ NSFW ] • Lord!Lucerys taking out his stress by having you rub his hair while he bathes, or have you joining him. • Touchy! Luke trying to keep a shy reader quiet in the library while he does nasty things. [ NSFW ] • Lord!Lucerys comforting an insecure, crying Wife!Reader after having been only focused on organising an envoys feast. • Moongazing with Lucerys.

꒰ JACAERYS VELARYON ꒱ • Jacaerys having a weak pullout game, and getting you - his young wife - pregnant, and Rhaenyra noticing. • Jace x Twin Reader going to a pleasure house together, sneaking out from the Red Keep. • Jace taking your virginity on your wedding night. • Jacaerys becoming King and calling him Your Grace for the first time. [ NSFW ] • Sex with Jacaerys on the Iron Throne. [ NSFW ]

꒰ VELARYON BOYS ꒱ • Being Aemond's twin sister and swooning over both Velaryon boys. • Velaryon boys with a reader on her period. • Velaryon boys with a breeding kink. [ NSFW ] • Velaryon boys bending you over a table to fuck you. [ NSFW ] • Velaryon boys having sex with reader on top of their dragons // separate. [ NSFW ]

꒰ RHAENYRA TARGARYEN ꒱ • Rhaenyra and Twin!Reader confessing to one another after being separated for many years due to betrothals. • Cuddling with Rhaenyra. • Possesive!Rhaenyra protecting a Blind!Handmaiden!Reader from a touchy Lord.

꒰ AEGON TARGARYEN II ꒱ • Aegon being genuinely in love with you.

꒰ AEMOND TARGARYEN ꒱ • Aemond courting a maiden.

꒰ HELAENA TARGARYEN ꒱ • none yet.

[nebulaafterdark]

Heyy girlie, can we please get another smutty Harwin one-shot?🧎🏻‍♀️Maybe one where reader is already a few months pregnant with the fourth child, and they're trying to get at it while they're visiting family (any major house/castle) for a few months?

Hey! I’m gonna just jump to every conclusion that this is Queen’s Hand related, because you mentioned their fourth child. If not, shameless plug, go read The Queen’s Hand. Thanks for requesting!

My Princess

Summary: Princess Y/N Targaryen and her husband Ser Harwin are visiting her sister Rhaenyra on Dragon Stone. Harwin wants a few minutes alone.

18+ ONLY, SMEXY TIMES

When Y/N discovers she is pregnant, both she and her husband are in shock. They had not been trying for another child, in fact they carefully prevented it. As they are parents to three wonderful children already, the youngest of whom, their only son, caused his mother a great deal of hardship on the birthing bed.

The princess panicked, as did Harwin, though he never made his apprehension known. He simply loved her through it, that’s what Harwin does, he loves her through it. Through the first weeks of tears and constant worry, through the nausea and morning sickness, to the bump that makes itself known at the half way mark of her term.

Now they are off visiting Rhaenyra, Daemon and their children on Dragon Stone. It will be the last time they travel dragon back before the birth of the new babe.

Harwin loves his wife, their children and her family. Forever loyal to the mighty house Targaryen. Spending time with her lot has never bothered him, but getting Y/N alone is nearly impossible.

The children run her round until all hours, and when it is time to retire, Rhaenyra finds her way to their chambers. The sisters have never been apart as they are now, so when they are together, separating them is difficult.

While Ser Harwin will never voice his frustration, Daemon has no problem doing so.

“I want my wife in my bed.” The Prince tells Rhaenyra, leaning against the doorframe. Though he loves Y/N, enough is enough and the line must be drawn somewhere.

“Oh alright,” Rhaenyra waves him over.

Daemon smirks at her, “goodnight, Y/N. Goodnight, Ser Harwin.”

“Goodnight.” Y/N yawns as the door closes behind them.

Harwin huffs a laugh, seating himself at the foot of their guest mattress.

“Are you not pleased, my love?” The Princess taps a toe to his back.

“I am quite pleased, Princess. Finally I have you alone.” He turns, catching her foot. “All night.”

Y/N grins at him, stroking a hand over her belly. There are stories she heard coming up, about men who wouldn’t touch their wives when they were with child. That sex was for producing heirs and once that was done, there was no farther need. The knight would hear none of that.

“See,” he looks to his wife. “You’re proud of what you’ve done.”

“I am proud that you find me attractive in this state, yes.”

“Do you want to know the truth of it?”

Y/N nods as Harwin takes her foot, laying a kiss to her ankle.

“I find you attractive in every state, but this,” his lips move higher, up her shin to the knee. “Is a privilege. To watch you swell with my child, our child, created solely from my love for you…” The groan that rubbles out from low in his chest has Y/N sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

The Princess tells him. “I would bear you a hundred children, if I could.”

He stops to nuzzle her belly before continuing upwards, feathering light kisses to the low neckline of her dress. Her breasts swollen and sensitive from the growing babe. “But we must not take chances, my love. I do not intend to outlive you.”

“I know that you worry…and for good reason.” After the last time. After both of their mothers and countless women who’ve lost their lives on the birthing bed. “But I am here now because of you.”

“You are here now because you are strong. I will do everything within my power to aid in the timely and easy birth of this child.”

Y/N pecks a kiss to his cheek. “You are a selfless and noble man.”

He turns to catch her lips. “I am nothing without you.” Harwin murmurs, with reverence. Peeling away the layers of her clothes while the Princess makes quick work of his own.

Her eyes find his as they break apart, cupping his face, stroking her thumbs over his cheeks. Struggling to find words for the emotion that tugs deep within the strings of her heart.

“I know.” Harwin assures her, with gentle kisses to her forehead and nose.

Y/N nods, leaning into his touch. Harwin and their children are the world to her, she shows them everyday. Though the right sentiments evade her, love for them does not.

They fall onto the mattress, Harwin holding his weight above her, mindful of their child.

“Closer,” Y/N pleads, tugging him toward her lips.

“Turn around for me.” Harwin leans back on his heels, with a little love tap to his wife’s behind as she moves to face away from him.

She smirks, swatting at his hand. “Ser Harwin!”

“Forgive me, Princess.” He chuckles, lining his cock up with her hot little cunt.

Y/N is not one for formalities, not with her beloved husband, and certainly not in their marriage bed. However she is not above teasing and through his love, she finally found a love for her title.

“My princess.” He breathes against the shell of her ear.

It sends a shiver down her spine. “Please.”

The knight groans, easing himself into her. “Fuck, sweetheart.” He smooths a hand over her back, gentling her into her forearms. His thrusts are slow and deep, teasing at that spot within her.

Y/N whimpers, twisting her fingers in the bed sheets, in the absences of his hand.

“Longed for you all day. For this. To bring you back to our rooms and bury myself inside you.”

“I?” She had done nothing but chase children round the castle.

“Always you, only you.” Harwin says between gritted teeth, her walls tight around his length, her wetness growing with each pass.

Y/N hums, low in her throat as his hands angle her hips just so…so deep, the tip of him kissing her cervix with each pass. “Fuck.” It’s nearly too much.

“Come here, sweetheart. Back up on your knees, lean against me.” I want to kiss you.

The Princess obeys, bringing her back to her husband’s chest, allowing him to support her weight with gentle arms held around her. One hand sneaking down to toy with her bundle of nerves. “Harwin,” she all but wails.

His poor, sensitive, sweet wife, completely at his mercy. “Hush now,” the knight whispers, turning her face toward him slightly, swallowing her cries as he takes her breast in hand. Rolling her sensitive nipple to a firm peak.

Her first orgasm surprises them both, churning her insides to molten lava. Tears cascading over her cheeks, mouth open wide, panting. Squealing in protest when his movements do not cease.

“Shhh,” Harwin cooes, thumbing feather light circles over her pearl. “Gentle. I will be gentle.”

Her cunt still pulses around him, encouraging his thrusts to continue.

“Don’t fight, let it come, sweetheart.”

The pleasure is blinding, surely she will die of it. Y/N has both hands tightly fisted in his dark curls. “I- Harwin.”

“I know,” Harwin soothes a hand along her side. “I’ve got you. Make a mess on my cock.”

She sobs her release into the quiet air of their guest quarters. Soaking him in her slick and knocking his greedy fingers from her clit. “Enough. Cum for me now.”

He thrusts into her thrice more before finding his release. Coming down to the feel of his wife’s gentle kisses, delicate fingers stroking his hair. Falling onto their sides to catch their breath.

“I love you.” Y/N yawns, beginning to doze already.

“I love you, Y/N.” More than you will ever know. More than words can say.