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officialaemondtargaryen · 26 days

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Fall In Love With A Girl

❝she'll make you feel like the world is on your shoulder.❞

Summary: What can go wrong, will go wrong. That is until you meet the most beautiful woman you've ever seen and her brother's puppy.

Pairing: Modern Helaena Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: ~3.3k

Author’s Note: This is a re-write of an old fic of mine. I'm in my re-writing era and this is Megan's Version. I felt like this would be the perfect time to remind everyone that I love women.

Warnings: language, fluff, women loving women (if you are against this unfollow me?)

There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.

Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always; you’ll never get used to those abuse cases or having to hold someone’s hand as they say goodbye to their beloved pet. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because both dogs and cats shed a lot! Especially Bella the Saint Bernard who was due for her yearly check up today. Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because it’s more likely than not that you’ll end up getting peed on by someone’s over-excited pup.

Even though you knew these rules by heart and you followed them every single day of your work life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell, Hankie, peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara. So, when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing hoping to find some cat food.

Today just wasn’t your day.

It was fifteen minutes until closing time, and you could feel the excitement and exhaustion in your bones. You were desperate for rest, to go home and take a shower, crawl in bed and watch terribly written romantic comedies on Netflix until you passed out. If only you could snap your fingers and make those last few minutes fly by, but that was impossible and unfortunately manipulating time wasn’t a superpower you had acquired yet, so instead you swept and mopped the floors for the sixth time that day.

And that was when you heard it.

The tiny bell over the door chimed, signaling that a customer had just walked in and you could hear the pitter-patter of doggie feet on the linoleum floors. As far as you knew, there weren’t any more customers scheduled for the day; the last appointment was over thirty minutes ago and they were a no-show. From your spot in the back hallway, you could hear your coworker, talking to the patient and before you knew it, she was charging through the back door. You took one look at her, knowing what her question would be before she even opened her mouth. That shit-eating-grin was always plastered on her face when she wanted something.

“No,” you said as you swept the dirt into the dustpan.

“Come on, bestie,” she whined. “I really need to get out of here on time tonight! It’s just a simple check-up and she seems really nice! Please will you take them?”

Not wanting to argue or cause an issue, you sighed, exhaling every ounce of oxygen in your lungs before finally giving in. She was practically beaming with excitement as your shoulders slumped, eyes rolling back as you sat the broom down.

“Oh, my God! Thank you so much! I owe you, big time,” she went to hug you but you stepped to the side, avoiding her embrace at all costs.

You simply nod at your coworker as you try to dust some of the cat hairs from your scrubs. It was no use, and you knew that, but still, you at least tried to look more professional. After the day you’ve had, you should have known that clocking out on time was just too good to be true, but you still put a smile on your face as you walked up to the front desk. One day you’d cash in on all of the times she owed you for, but today wasn’t that day. Everything that could have gone wrong today had already gone wrong, and at this point you were only giving in to her for the plot. What else could possibly happen?

When you got to the front desk, you looked over the counter to see the customer on one knee as she played with the tiny puppy; rubbing its belly and tickling its sides.

“How can I help you?” You asked with that fake customer service voice.

The young woman turned around and looked up at you, flashing one of the most brilliant smiles you had ever seen, and you could have sworn that a chorus of angels were singing in the background– or maybe it was just the classical music on the radio that your boss liked to play, who knows? She was absolutely stunning though, with her pale blonde hair and striking lavender eyes.

“Hey, uh- I had an appointment for this little guy,” she replied with a soft smile as she moved to stand.

“Okay,” you nodded, trying to remember to breathe. You could smell her perfume as she took a step up to the counter. “What’s this little guy’s name?”

“His name is Sunfyre.”

“Oh,” you realized that this was that no-show appointment that should have been here thirty minutes ago. It was then that you looked right past her good looks and lilac scented perfume and let the irritation settle back in. “You’re Mr. Targaryen? You had an appointment with us at 5:00.”

The woman rubbed a hand on the back of her neck and gave you a sheepish smile.

“Not Mr. Targaryen, that’s my brother. I’m Helaena,” then she lets out a sigh. “He’s out of town and forgot to mention that I needed to be here until ten minutes before I was supposed to be here and then there was traffic, and I’m really sorry that I’m late. I hope I can still get him in, I mean, if that’s okay. If it’s too late then I’ll just make another appointment, I guess”

Your eyes widened as she rambled on and then you smiled at her. If it were anyone else, you probably would have told them to make another appointment and kick rocks. But this girl was just so gorgeous and her smile was just so beautiful, and your hopes of getting home on time were already sacked, so you led her back to the exam room and told her that it was no problem.

“Hopefully this doesn’t take too long,” she mentioned as she picked Sunfyre up and sat him on the table.

Wait, was she actually rushing you?

“I’ve got this stupid thing I’m supposed to go to tonight,” she continued as you checked the puppy’s weight.

She really was rushing you.

“It’s a blind date that Aegon, uh-”

Before she could say ‘Mr. Targaryen’, you nodded your head to let her know that you understood who she was talking about.

“Yeah,” Helaena kept on, not really caring that you weren’t really listening. “He set it up and I’m just nervous. I’ve never really been on a date- well, I’ve been on dates, but never a blind one. With the way this day has been going, he’ll probably end up being an alien with six eyes.”

“I know how you feel,” you mumbled under your breath.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“Oh, I just agreed with you,” you replied, not really wanting to go into details about your day with a girl who was about to go on a blind date and probably fall in love with someone that wasn’t the vet tech with a piss stain on her leg. Besides, her blind date was with a man which meant your chances were pretty much shot. “About the way this day has been going.”

“You’ve had a bad day, too?”

“I’m going to let Dr. Strong know you’re ready and we’ll try to get you out of here as soon as possible,” you say, ignoring her question.

“Oh, okay. Thanks,” she replied as you shuffled out of the exam room.

Your boss looked up at you from his desk and raised his eyebrows underneath his glasses. You said nothing and only dropped the puppy’s chart on his desk with a thud, before turning back around and heading into the back hallway. You could hear that Helaena girl sweet talking the pup from behind the door and your expression softened for a moment. But that was only until you glanced at the clock and saw that it was well past closing time, and you should’ve been walking through your front door right now; maneuvering out of your bra and kicking off your non-slip, worn out tennis shoes. Your frown came right back as you looked over the front desk, making sure everything was in order before your boss eventually called you in for an extra hand.

You sighed as you saw that your coworker had bailed on stamping the outgoing bill statements, a job which was tedious and tiring, and usually ended in cramped hands and sticky fingertips. With a soft groan, you sat down, flexing your toes in your shoes and tried to quickly stamp as many envelopes as you could.

“Hey, kiddo,” Dr. Strong called from somewhere within the office. “Can you lend me a hand for a moment?”

You stood up and tossed the envelopes in the mailing bin before heading towards the back hallway.

“What’s up, doc?” You asked with a forced grin as you tried to lighten the mood. Your boss, Harwin, had been under constant stress ever since his partner veterinarian, Dr. Tully, quit the practice to focus on his family.

“Can you draw me up 1cc of Nobivac?” He asked as he scribbled something down in the chart in front of him. “And I’m going to need you in the room when I administer it, there’s a note in the little guy’s chart that says he’s not very good with shots.”

“Yes, sir,” you replied as you pulled the keys to the medical cabinet out of the front pocket of your scrubs.

Helaena smiled at you when you entered the exam room once again. The puppy in her hands jumped in your direction, tail wagging from side to side as he whined for attention. “I think he likes you,” the girl commented as she tried to hold the puppy back.

“That’s nice,” you replied with a soft smile, not really wanting to make small talk with Ms. I-Have-A-Blind-Date-Can-You-Hurry-Up. “But he’s probably not going to like me very much after getting poked.”

“Probably not,” Helaena laughed. You couldn’t help but feel a little light-headed at the sight of her smile, despite your tough facade. The sound of her laugh was just as attractive, if not more so. “But who knows, maybe he’ll forgive you.”

Dr. Strong stepped into the room, cutting your conversation short to begin his own spiel; informing Sunfyre’s short term owner of the possible side effects of the rabies vaccine, and also why it is important to have one. Information that, hopefully, Helaena would pass on to the absent Mr. Targaryen.

While your boss prepped the puppy for his first rabies shot, your job was to try and distract the little guy as much as possible and to keep him comfortable, of course. Helaena stood off to the side, letting the two of you work your magic, and within seconds- without even so much as a yelp- the procedure was finished and Sunfyre’s tail was still wagging.

“All done,” you cooed, placing a kiss on the puppy’s wet nose.

“Looks like he still likes you,” Helaena said as she hooked Sunfyre’s leash back to his collar. “I had a feeling he would.”

You went to say something, but Dr. Strong got there first, sticking his hand out to Helaena for a handshake and saying, “It was nice to meet you. Please tell Mr. Targaryan that we look forward to seeing him at the next visit, which you can coordinate at the front desk.”

“Thank you,” she replied. “I’ll be sure to let him know.”

“You can follow me, this way,” you told her, ushering her and Sunfyre out of the exam room and into the lobby. “That’ll be $115,” you told her after tallying up the total sum of the visit.

She let out a low whistle and pulled her wallet from her back pocket, “is there any way to leave a tip for your excellent customer service?”

You let out a dry laugh, and bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something that would get you in trouble. “While I appreciate the offer, you should probably save it for your date tonight.”

“Date?” She asked as she signed the credit card receipt. “Shit, right, my date!” She exclaimed, thrusting the tiny piece of paper your way. “I gotta go!”

You made a face and hurriedly handed her a copy of the bill and a rabies tag for Sunfyre.

“Good luck,” you told her as she rushed out the front door. “And you're welcome,” you said with a frown after she didn’t even say ‘thank you’.

Happy that your day was finally over, you couldn’t help but feel like you had just been kicked in the gut. As you finished stamping the monthly statements, your mind was stuck on what Helaena and her blind date– who may or may not be an alien with six eyes– were doing right now. Was he smart? Was he making her laugh? Did he appreciate how absolutely breathtaking her smile was? Did she see him and immediately know that he was the one she had been searching for? Did time stop?

“Hey,” you heard Dr. Strong’s voice from behind you and realized that you had been standing in the same spot for minutes now, holding a stack of envelopes that you had meant to drop into the bin. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied as you came back to reality.

“Don’t forget you’re fostering Nugget tonight to make sure that he doesn’t pull out his stitches,” he told you before disappearing back into the hallway.

“Ah, yes, Nugget,” you replied, mostly to yourself, as you were sure your boss was out of earshot. “The overweight Chihuahua who looks like he ate one, too many nuggets. I couldn’t be more excited.”

After you locked up and had Nugget on a leash, you said your goodbyes to your boss; happy as ever that- even though it was well after dark- you were finally going home. You picked the chunky Chihuahua up, making sure not to touch his freshly removed manhood and placed him in the backseat, where he quickly made a home. Before you even pulled your seatbelt on, you pulled your hair out of its ponytail and ran your fingers over your tender scalp. It was the first step to comfort after what you were sure was the worst days you might have ever had. You’d take your shoes off if you could,, but you were sure there was some crazy law about driving barefoot, so you left them on.

Nugget stayed quiet for most of the way, until he unexpectedly started to whine. Thinking that he might need to go potty, you pulled over into the parking lot of an ice cream parlor. He hopped out of your backseat gingerly, and led you over to the grassy area where he proceeded to squat and relieve himself.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you heard from across the parking lot and turned to see none other than Mrs. Blind Date herself, Helaena. Just when you thought this day was starting to get better, she began walking toward you with Sunfyre in tow.

“Oh, hi,” you replied, cautiously looking around for the hot shot that would inevitably be introduced as her date. You didn’t want to ask, but curiosity got the best of you and, “how was your date?”

“Well, I was supposed to meet him here and he never showed,” she replied, looking a bit dejected. “I’m honestly not surprised at all. I mean, if you knew my brother, you probably wouldn’t be surprised either. Besides, what else should one expect from a man?” You laughed at that. “I was just about to leave, but then I saw you, and figured I’d say hello.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling again at her rambling, unable to help yourself when you heard that there was no date, and that this extremely attractive stranger was somehow still single. “Well, hello.”

Helaena smiled brightly before taking notice of Nugget, who was shaking at the thought of being petted by someone new, and dropped down to a knee so that she could reach him. “Who’s this little chunker?”

“This is Nugget,” you replied. “I’m fostering him for the night.”

“Fitting name,” she laughed, standing back to her regular height. “So, can I buy you an ice cream? I don’t think I said thanks before I ran out of your office earlier and I’d like to make it up to you.”

“Sure,” you replied quickly before you gave yourself a chance to say no. “I mean, yeah, that would be nice.”

Helaena smiled as you fell in step with each other, making your way to the front of the booth. Sunfyre and Nugget were playing with each other; romping around and playing together; putting you and Helaena into a few awkward positions as you had to unwrap their leashes from around each other’s legs. You learned that she was an artist, mostly oil paintings and photography, who lived on the quiet side of the city with Aegon, her brother. And you told her all about your bad day, and what it was like working in a veterinary office, and some of your funny stories from college.

Before you could even eat three bites of your ice cream, Nugget had coerced you into giving him most of it; which probably wasn’t what his actual owners intended for him to eat after his surgery. Helaena didn’t mind that the ice cream she had bought for you went to satisfying a fat Chihuahua’s sweet tooth, especially not when most of her own ice cream was being lapped up by little Sunfyre.

“Well, I should get home,” you told her after seeing the neon ‘open’ sign of the parlor shut off. “It’s getting late.”

She nodded, standing up from the bench that you had been sitting on, “It was really nice running into you.”

“I agree,” you replied with a smile.

“If you’d like to, maybe I can take you to dinner next?” She asked as she nervously ran a hand through her hair. You blinked a few times, wondering if you had heard her correctly or if it was your mind playing tricks on you. “You don’t have to.”

“I’d like to go to dinner with you,” you told her quickly and honestly.

“Really?” She asked excitedly. “I mean, that’s cool.”

“Should we?” You asked, taking out your phone to swap numbers and she laughed.

“That’s probably a good idea.”

You repeated the numbers twice to make sure she typed in the right ones, and after an awkward hug that seemed like it was almost a kiss on the cheek, you and Nugget happily walked back to your car. As soon as the driver’s side door was shut, you let out a joyous squeal and did a small dance in your seat. Your phone vibrated from the cup holder as you shifted into gear. You picked it up quickly and swiped at the screen until an unsaved number popped up on your screen. Your heart soared at the message that could only have been from one person.

212-555-6789

That was the best blind date ever! ;)

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hiatuswhore · 1 year

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The Game — Aegon II Au

♡ A/N: Something I’ve been playing around with. Someone teach me how to write smut lol. This is currently just a one-shot and unedited so bare with me. Please give me feedback, I’m begging for it.

♡ SUMMARY: Just another fake dating PR stunt. Your job, fix the bad boys image. Easy right, not if Aegon Targaryen can help it.

♡ WORD COUNT: 1.7K

♡ WARNING: Harsh Language

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“What was it like when you first met?”

You smile politely at the question, not a single hair sitting out of place. The gaudy camera pointing at the two of you gleaming. Aegon wets his lips grinning to himself at the passing thought. The interviewer looks between the two of you, and the question lingers in the air.

“You want to take this one?” Aegon asks, looking at you with a fond glint. At least that’s what the camera sees, just as it sees how you bashfully look away from him and toward the interviewer.

“We met by a complete accident,” Your smile beaming as you recall signing up for high pay, low stakes acting gig. Even during the phone interview you were certain it was a load of crap. “A friend of mine who works at Westeros Incorporated forgot some of their work and asked me to run it over.”

“She comes in wearing these joggers and hoodie, in a building where all the suits look the same. I couldn’t stop looking at her she was all confused and clearly out of place. It was absolutely adorable,” A thrift store hobbit, that is what he had described your leisure wear the first day you had met. His mother, Alicent had nonstop scolded him as his sister Helaena offered a kind smile and his brother Aemond pretended as though you were not in the room.

“(Y/n) as you likely know Aegon Targaryen has been deemed the bad boy in the press. Hook ups, parties, fights. Tell us about the Aegon Targaryen you know,” Behind the camera crew stands Aegon’s mother and grandfather, Otto. Otto had been the final part of the hiring process. You were invited to the Targaryen Estate, not home—a fucking estate. There you met all of the family. No one had acknowledged your presence, only when Otto called you into his office did all eyes fall onto you. In there you signed never ending stacks of papers from Nondisclosure agreements to medical information releases.

If the checks were not so dizzyingly high and the contracts signed were not so nauseatingly terrifying your answers would likely be different. The Aegon Targaryen I know is a lazy narcissistic asshole who is, “so misrepresented in the media. The Aegon I know is nothing but kind and dedicated to whatever he puts his mind to. He just tends to put his mind to some not so productive things as times.”

You turn to Aegon, leaning closer him as you smile. The interviewers awes softly as Aegon kisses your temple and you both turn your focus back onto the journalist. You both leave the interview hand and hand, all giddy smiles and sunny dispositions until the cameras gone, the doors shut, and prying eyes leave the vicinity.

Ripping your hand out of his you cross your arms in front of you, glaring daggers at the roll of his eyes, “We didn’t say anything about kissing my temple.”

“Kind and dedicated. Might as well have tattooed we’re lying on our forehead. Since the way you dress was not obvious enough,” Aegon scoffs. Before you can get another word out Otto speaks sharply.

“Enough. Good job you two. (Y/n) for Aegon’s birthday we’re going to the lakehouse. We’re going to take the boat out on Blackwater, paparazzi always capture photos for that so we’re sending over some tasteful bathing suit options,” Otto explains sternly, nodding your head quietly you roll your eyes as Aegon huffs.

“I’m supposed to be partying in Dorne for my birthday!” Aegon whines. Otto dismisses, without skipping a beat you grab your bag leaving the conference room. You take the elevator to the second floor of Westeros Inc before taking the private elevator to the discreet door. Pulling your hood up you walk flagging down a cab.

Arriving to your new apartment the manicured trim of the walls and marble counter tops still knot your stomach. Before the ink dried on the paperwork Otto had you sign, you had a new set of keys and a paycheck with more commas than you had ever seen before. New money, new apartment, new boyfriend.

Scarily enough there it was, several shopping bags on your couch. The bathing suits. Your schedule for the day empty you turn on some music, digging into the bags trying on the bathing suits. The black one piece accentuating curves with a snug hold on your body. Pulling coils of hair into a ponytail you clasp your gold snake necklace while taking a look into your living room mirror. Taking out your phone you play around with a few different poses before your front door swings open. Aegon walks in texting away on his phone as he stops in the kitchen, he grabs one of your juices before sprawling out on the side of the couch without bags.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You exclaim, eyebrows knit while poorly shielding yourself behind the jeans you had been previously wearing. Aegon looks up from his phone, his eyes trace up your legs before meeting your gaze.

“Otto wants the leeches with cameras to see me coming over here. I promise I’d rather be anywhere else,” Aegon says, turning back to his phone.

“Do you ever tire of being an asshole?” Your questions earns chuckle, Aegon focus stays on his phone as he says, no.

“Do you ever tire of complaining?” Aegon asks. You scoff gathering the bags before stomping off to your room. His bedroom door right across, oh right, the apartment stipulation. The nice Red Keep apartment will be yours to own, after the successful completion of your year long contract, fix Aegon’s image and the paychecks and assets flow. A therapist couldn’t help that egotistic narcissist.

You slam your door shut, dropping the bags to the floor you change into gym shorts and a t-shirt. Folding the bathing suits, you put them away. Sprawling our on your bed you let out a long sigh. Eyes closed you sink into the soft mattress, more cloud than bed.

The week passes with the regularly scheduled outings. Restaurants, museums, social events. At the Stark foundation Gala, you make small talk with Cregan Stark and his sister Sara. Out of most of the socialites you have met, you deem them the most normal. Cregan nods along most of the conversation as you and Sara complain about the media. Sara does most of the talking as you sip on some fancy wine you cannot pronounce.

“I’m obsessed with your dress, it’s designer right. Don’t tell me, Cersei Lannister,” Sara says, her eyes narrowed with a playful suspicious glint. The silk dress hugs slightly at the hips as it stops at your mid-lower thigh. Your back completely exposed, biting the inside of your cheek you cannot help but notice how Cregan’s eyes outline your body. The elder Stark towers over, his gaze intense but compelling. From the moment you and Aegon arrived, Aegon disappeared and you found yourself drifting closer and closer to the handsome Stark.

“Joffrey actually,” You says softly, chuckling as you smooth out the dress. Sara gasps, she takes out her phone texting away.

“That stylish cunt. I told him to tell me when his newest designs dropped,” Sara says, walking off with her phone pressed to ear you giggle shaking your head.

“All of this must be a bit weird for you,” It’s the first time Cregan’s spoke, his gruff voice sending a tingle through your body. You shift in place taking another sip of your wine.

“That your sister has a member of the biggest fashion designing family in the world on her phone. Or that their relationship is so casual she calls Joffrey Lannister a cunt the way I’d playfully insult my best friend?” You say, earning a chuckle. Cregan nods sipping his own wine, your eyes stay on each others a moment too long. The intense gaze sends your mind to all the wrong places. His hands large hands roaming, tall stature domineering, tongue d— “So how long is your contract with the Targaryens?”

You snap back to reality, Cregan still wears the same reserved look to his persona. Looking around the room, others still mingle without care. Cregan chuckles, “We socialites are all the same. I’ve known Aegon my entire life, this good guy for the right girl act is pretty dull.”

“So don’t watch then,” You scoff rolling your eyes you scan the room for Aegon. Cregan chuckles his demeanor never falters while he speaks cooly, “But I want to watch you.”

Cregan’s eyes look over your body shamelessly, “I want to watch you in that dress, out of that dress in all kinds of positions.”

Your mouth gapes as you process the words he says so casually. Before you can respond a hand wraps around your wrist, Aegon walks you to a back wall. A giant glass wall to your left and the rest of your party to your right. Aegon eyes are bloodshot and he reeks of tequila. He presses his body against yours, one hand on the wall above your head caging you in.

“You want to fuck the mutt be my guest but first we need to convince the press this is real,” Aegon says, licking his lip revealing the tongue piercing. His dainty silver chain shines in contrast to his all black suit, he looks undeniably good. The rasp of his voice captivating, and his narcissism irritatingly sexy. You take a deep breath bringing yourself back to reality.

“You’re drunk and I don’t know how dry humping me at a social event is going to help us,” You push off the wall looking down at your heels, you step left avoiding stepping on his shoes. The feeling of his fingers gripping your jaw pulls a light gasp from your lips.

“I’m not suddenly a fucking saint because of you. My grandfather said we have to convince the public, and they know me. The photographers outside can see into here, can see us,” Aegon says holding your face closer to his as he grins down at you. His other hands rubs on your outer thigh, lifting your leg from under your knee as he nestles between your legs. “Kinda like you like this, you’re sexy when you’re not talking.”

“Fuck you,” You whisper pulling your jaw out of his hand he captures your lips biting your bottom lip as he pulls away. The kiss steals your breath and the chuckle that leaves his lips vibrates through your chest to your core.

Aegon bites his bottom lip as he brings his thumb up tracing your lips. You furrow your eyebrows at him. The flashes in the distance confirms the photographers capture the moment from outside. Aegon interlaces your hand in his, before you step out of the building he smirks whispering into your ear, “Play the game Cinderella and you just might win.”

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omgkatherine01 · 1 year

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Moments to Memories - Masterlist

Summary: You're the oldest child of Rhaenyra and Laenor, however your true father was Daemon Targaryen. You are their and your grandparents' beloved child, and you had a very close bond with your youngest uncle, Daeron.

But it all changed when your uncle Aemond claimed a dragon.

Pairing: Daeron Targaryen x Fem! Targaryen reader

Warning: Childhood best friends to enemies to lovers, Incest (uncle/niece), smut, blood, death, Otto Hightower, Criston Cole, and Larys Strong.

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Note: This is a requested story. Here

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 coming soon

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd x you #hotd x y/n #prince daeron #daeron targaryen imagine #daeron targaryen #daeron x reader #daeron targaryen x reader #daeron targaryen x y/n #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targeryan #jacerys velaryon #luke velaryon #aegon ii targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen imagine #helaena targaryen imagine

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ikilledjoffery · 2 years

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some choices i have made after watching episode 9

aegon targaryen just has mommy issues

aemond targaryen is just really hot

helaena targaryen is just neurodivergent

alicent hightower is just really hot (#women with power)

therefore it's perfectly acceptable to be attracted to team green

#aemond imagine #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen #alicent hightower #heleana targaryen x reader #helaena targaryen imagine #helaena x reader #helaena imagine #alicent hightower x reader

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rufflesandbows · 1 year

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How They React: to you patching them up

You notice someone close to you has been injured. Perhaps without their knowledge, or they tried to hide it from you, knowing you would worry. Whether they fight your assistance or welcome your care, you pull them aside and right their wounds.

Characters: -Daemon, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Harwin, Rhaenyra, Baela- -Aemond, Aegon, Criston Cole, Larys, Alicent, Helaena-

Blacks

Daemon He’d fuss at you to leave him alone, at first. It’s a small cut, comparatively to what he’s had before. So he’s leaking blood all over the floor. So it’s soaked through the (not well applied) bandage. Daemon simmers down when you grip him and force his hand on your lap, your touch abruptly softening as you begin to clean him up, chiding him all the while. But he’s not quite listening; he’s watching you. When it’s done, he starts teasing you mercilessly. What, do you care about him or something?

Jacaerys Genuinely didn’t notice he was wounded. You point it out and he gives a “Oh, would you look at that!” You drag him off and he seems almost bewildered before you start patching up the cut. The air gets quiet, and the light blush in his face grows a shade darker the more you touch him. When you glance at him, he gives you a shy smile and his fingers curl to touch you back. He’s having a hard time facing you directly. You just look so beautiful under the sun.

Lucerys He tried to hide it but he’s the worst liar you’ve ever met. You demand he show you and bashfully, he pulls his hand from behind his back, looking at you like a guilty pup. It amuses you, not teasing him though it would be easy to. Instead you lead him aside and patch him up. Listening to him, huffy but proud as he defends himself on why he shouldn’t have gotten wounded at all. You listen intently, smiling and nodding as you work. When it’s done, he knows how ridiculous he sounded, politely thanking you.

Harwin Teases you endlessly. You’re a flustered mess trying to patch him up. He’s not fighting you or making it physically difficult, but he’s calling you out that you care about him and, well, yeah. But he doesn’t have to make it sound like you’re stumbling over your own feet in his presence (which you sometimes are). You are a professional. You can patch up a small cut, even though your hands are shaking you're so damn flustered.

Rhaenyra She tries to laugh it off. You can tell just by the look on her face she wants to tease you for insisting on cleaning it up. However that want fades quickly. She admires your focus, as well as the feel of your hands gently but firmly holding her and inspecting the area. She watches you, you know she is but you try to remain on task before she throws a cheeky remark your way. Chuckling at your clearly flustered response. Baela Much like her father, she’s annoyed you’re worrying so much, until she locks eyes with you. It’s so clear that it matters to you that she’s hurt. It makes her cheeks hot, all her annoyance simmering down quick as she nods and allows you to lead her. She’s insistent that it’s nothing to worry about, though now a bit more shy in her approach. She appreciates how gentle you are with her, admiring your skill as well. By the end she can’t stop smiling and doesn’t know why.

Greens

Aemond Is never going to tell you he’s been wounded in any way. You’ll have to spot it for yourself and even then, he’ll try to shrug it off and claim it doesn’t hurt. But on your insistence, he’ll cave and follow where you lead, impatiently allowing you to fix him up. Overtime, he gets comfortable with the idea. Looks forward to it even. He’ll ask you for little things. Rubbing sore muscles or ointments in over the bruises and burns he gets from training and riding Vhagar. Checking in with you becomes apart of his everyday, even when he doesn’t need anything.

Aegon He is always getting into brawls in Flea Bottom. Often coming home with cuts and bruises and scrapes. It’s become routine that the start of your day is cleaning up these wounds because he won’t do it himself. Yet the entire time, he appears like he’s being endlessly pampered on. Smiling and obedient as you gently clean the area and bandage him. You since gave up chiding him, now you simply ask what happened. Sometimes he has a wild tale, sometimes he can’t remember, but most of the time is spent with him quietly savoring your touch.

Criston Cole Tells you not to worry about it, but the moment your hand touches him, he freezes. He can’t say a thing and leaves you to lead him. He doesn’t resist, but you’re gentle because you can feel the tension in him. His eyes scan around for others as you clean and patch up the cut. Neither of you say anything, and you smile at him when you’re finished. You can practically feel his heart racing in the look he give you. Before it’s shuffled away and he quickly leaves your presence, forgetting to thank you until later.

Larys He was keen to keep it to himself. He was used to keeping quiet when it came to pain. But you caught him and asked about it, worried about the light swelling around the cut. He smiles and tell you it’s nothing. However you do have everything nearby, so you offer to clean and patch it up for him. He opens his mouth to refuse, but stops, before quietly nodding. Larys is almost mystified by your work, making your face heat with his focused attention. Mistaking it for discomfort, he strikes up conversation, it lasting long after you’ve finished.

Alicent It isn’t often the Queen finds herself physically wounded, but shes always so distracted that she never notices. It shocks you to see a cut on her, rushing to her aid. She’s just as surprised, assuring you it must have been an accident from earlier. You want to fix it immediately, but you have to ask first. She looks at you with confusion, it’s not even bleeding anymore, before softly agreeing. She’s almost too shy to look at you as you work, but she can’t stop stealing glances, feeling a heat in her at your gentle and careful touch.

Helaena Blood quickly drips down her finger and she can’t take her eyes from it, until you wrap her hand in a cloth. A big wave of relief washes over her and she sits with your lead. You handle everything and Helaena continues her conversation without pause, trying to expel the nervous energy. She blushes and apologizes for rambling, but you smile and assure her you enjoy hearing all the things she knows. Every time she looks at the cut now, she thinks of you, long after it's healed, and a smile graces her lips.

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two-white-butterflies · 11 months

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dorothea part two of five | h. targaryen

Description: The private call begins, and Helaena notices something. Pairing: helaena targaryen/cam-girl!reader Warning: 18+ (masturbation, religious trauma.) part one

Helaena lets out a sigh of relief - now that you were gone. She had time to regain her thoughts.

Was she really about to give into her horny desires?

A small message bubble pops up her Macbook Pro. It was her email, and there was a meeting scheduled in a few minutes. Her eyes widened - she didn't read the terms and conditions. Turns out your vacant time only went from 10-2pm, and it was currently 1pm.

Hello, You purchased an hour long session with me. Are you free today?

The email read - and she resisted the urge to burst out laughing. For someone who liked posting pictures of herself in corporate attire, Dorothea Mae wasn't exactly versed with email etiquette.

Yes.

Helaena replied, not bothering to make the email longer. It wasn't like there was something on the line - she was just spending $100 to watch a hot girl dance while wearing lingerie.

She blinks for a few times - clarity flooded through her bones.

She was fucking crazy. This was something she'd expect her brothers to do - but not her. It was taboo and Alicent would kill her.

Helaena took a deep breath - the thought of public humiliation only turned her on.

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Helaena wanted to scream into a void - seeing his nephew comment those things on your instagram. She was usually the calm one in the family, but she couldn't seem to control her temper.

She takes a deep breath - she shouldn't be jealous of her nephew. There was nothing between the both of you - and you were free to choose a partner - even if it wasn't her.

Plus, she didn't have the right to be jealous - because she was literally paying for a cam girl in some sketchy website.

"I'm a hypocrite," she mumbled - tapping the top of her desk, counting the seconds until the call was about to begin.

Dun! Dun!

The laptop rang - signaling that there was a call coming from Skype. "I'm nervous," she groaned, answering the call and making sure that her camera was turned off.

She freezes at the sight.

The hot girl was laying on the bed. Her face couldn't be seen but she was wearing black and white lingerie, moving her hands to wave at her. "Hey," the girl greeted, and Helaena reached to message.

'I don't want to turn my camera on,' she typed and the girl nodded.

"That's alright," she comforted, moving to stand up. "- so, you booked the dancing one." she continues - already used to her ill-tempered customers. "I-I don't need you to do that," Helaena opens her mouth to speak - changing her voice by a few octaves.

"We can talk, if you want to." she stuttered - praying to the lords that Dorothea won't laugh at her. "I don't think people pay a hundred dollars just to talk," she chuckles nervously, cautiously scanning the screen for any signs of creepiness.

She was the kind of person to avoid a free lunch.

People always wanted something in return.

"I don't think I'm comfortable watching someone dance like that," Helaena regrets, thinking that she looked like a fool. "Oh, I understand." her gaze softened - having experience people like her.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" she asked, tapping her red nails on the coffee table. Leaning slightly towards the camera - so that the viewer would have a clear view of her chest.

Helaena couldn't sleep that night.

She couldn't stop thinking about your breasts. They were a humble size - not too big, and not super small. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary - but she couldn't stop fantasizing about them.

She was one of the people who were definitely going to hell.

It was a sin to masturbate. It was a sin to be gay. It was a sin to think about other people in that manner.

But it was human at the end of the day.

She dipped a finger inside of her cunt, allowing all of her darkest fantasies to come alive. She couldn't stop imagining that her fingers - were your fingers, and that you were dominating her.

"Ughr," she moaned softly, in a slow tone that wouldn't wake anyone inside of the house. "Fuck," she added, eyes closing as she reached for the vibrator in her drawer.

zzzzzzzzzzz

The small toy buzzed as she teased herself, rubbing the thing around her mound and enjoying the pleasure that it provided.

Satan 100% has a spot reserved for her.

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Helaena walks inside your hotel room, scanning her surroundings and marveling at the small changes you made. "If I had known, I would've had my grandfather upgrade your room." she smiles, seeing that all of the paintings were replaced with the ones that she made.

"I don't mind," you smile, placing the dozens of records on the small table. "Won't be staying for long anyways - I have a job in the museum," you explain, holding out a little hope that she'd leave with you. "Nice," she replies, freezing at the sight of your red nails.

It couldn't be.

Nope, she was just going mad.

"How about you? Anything going on?" you inquire, hinting that you wanted her to leave with you. "Not much, selling paintings and commissions." she answers, laying on the soft mattress.

"I apologize for how messy it is, I don't really believe in cleaning." you chuckle, and she opens her eyes. Catching the sight of a red and black lingerie partly covered by your blanket.

Oh, she was defo going mad.

part three

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madame-fear · 1 year

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Can you write some hcs for Heleana w/ a bard s/o? Please?

: ̗̀➛ I know that Helaena with a bard!reader would be the most absolute delighted. Especially, if you're a bard and her other half.

: ̗̀➛ Hearing the way you softly pull your harp's strings forming a dulcet melody accompanied by your soothing voice reciting poems and lyrics is like a miracle brought by the Seven themselves.

: ̗̀➛ Most of the time she will always have you by her side. Sweet girl can be sewing some insect patchwork either in her chambers or in the gardens, and she will be totally thrilled to have you next to her with your harp.

: ̗̀➛ The way you are able to so smoothly combine music and poetry is charming enough for her to be completely heart eyes for you, absolutely mesmerised. A true heartwarm. You're her little poetic lovebug and she adores you to no end.

: ̗̀➛ Even on the family dinners she will have you there, softly singing and playing your endearing melodies in the background.

: ̗̀➛ And if you sing poetry and play music to her children in the background while they're playing or simply interact with them that way? PLEASE. Her blue eyes will be admiringly placed on you the entire time, and a dumbfounded grin on her lips.

: ̗̀➛ Honestly she just deserves someone like you that brings her peace amidst the chaos. And she is grateful to have your tranquil presence with her.

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rushtoprove · 1 year

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a princess and her secrets

summary: the arrival of the realm's fiercest swordsman creates a scandal when it turns out to be a mere woman. the princess helaena, finds herself playing with some very dangerous thoughts.

chapter 1: not a very warm welcome helaena desperately hopes no one notices the way she can't take her eyes off the new general.

words: 3635

warnings: sexual references

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Helaena was well aware that those around her assumed she was weak. Her kindness was often mistaken as her being nothing more than a fragile girl. Her mother often stared at her in sympathy, pitying the naivety of her only daughter. Her dear husband Aegon has always made it clear that the only emotion he held for his dull wife was disgust, and Aemond often treated her as something that could easily shatter into a million pieces.

It made her want to scream.

She often fantasised about standing up and destroying everything that decorated the grand table at which her family sat for dinner. She would relish in the sound of the glass shattering, and hearing the gasps of shock would further fuel her rage. Aemond would reach out to calm her but she would shake him off and begin screaming. Perhaps she would put a knife up to her husband’s throat and threaten him to enjoy his last breath before she let herself be coated in his crimson blood. Her mother would cower at the curses her daughter would send her way, unforgiving to the way she sold her to Aegon knowing full well the horror’s he inflicts for entertainment. She would pick up her twins, her dearest children, and she would mount Dreamfyre and fly as far as she could.

“Are you ready yet?” Aegon yawned from the edge of the bed as his wife stared at herself in the reflection of her mirror. She moved her gaze to take in her husband, and shivered in disgust.

“Yes. I am ready.” Her voice was sickly sweet and she smiled at her brother. All the years spent training to be the perfect wife, the perfect pet, just to obey this miserable creature. Aegon took pleasure in treating his wife awfully. She often spent her nights abandoned in her room as he sought pleasure elsewhere in the city. She loved the arrangement; she could not lie about that.

Helaena had spent her whole life trying to master the art of hiding her true emotions but now she found it hard to feel anything at all. She was numb. She spent her days flinching away from everyone’s touch, and instead sat in corners trying to understand this disarray inside her mind. She felt she was constantly falling in and out of reality, nothing felt real.

“Well hurry up.” Aegon moaned as he made his way to exit the room. His mother had forced him to collect his wife from her room as she did not wish for the court to find out the young couple sleep separately. It was, however, already well known by all. Helaena took one final look at herself before following her husband emotionlessly. The servants bowed as they passed, and the young princess pretending to not notice the way Aegon winked and smirked at all the young maids. She wished nothing more than to tear him apart then and there.

“Brother. Sister.” Aemond stood straight at the entrance to the dining room and he quickly stood beside Helaena and moved to hold her lightly, as if she could fall any second. Aemond was never one to dress up, so looking at his formal attire let the married couple know this was not to be a closed family dinner.

“You are dressed up.” Helaena hummed and laughed softly as Aemond rolled his eye.

“Mother told me the news. We have guests from the war in the Stepstones. Generals and shit. Did she not mention?” He looking judgingly at Aegon who gave of the appearance of someone who had spent his last week drunk and sleepless every night, which he had.

“Aw you’re dressing up to impress the little war lords. You want to go and swing your little sword with them, don’t you?” Aegon was condescending and went to pinch his young brother’s face but Aemond moved fast, twisting his arm behind his back and making him howl in pain.

“Look away sister.” He growled. Helaena turned, but only so no one could see her roll her eyes. She was but twenty years old, the youngest of the three, and she often felt too mature to be around such children.

“Why would they be here?” She asked about the awaiting guests.

“They need more help. More funds from the crown.” Aemond grunted as Aegon tried to swing his remaining arm. The impact was weak and did nothing to stop the hold his brother had on him.

“Boys! Why are you like this!?” Alicent came rushing down the stairs, their frail father wobbling behind her. The two instantly split apart and stood tall as if to hide that anything had happened. Their mother rushed straight to Helaena and brushed the stray hair that had fallen behind her ear.

“Are you alright my princess?” Her daughter wanted to scream. She was not the one in a headlock; why would she need to be cared for?

“Very well mother.” Her reply was feeble making Alicent sigh. Nothing more was said as the family lined up to enter the dining hall. Her grandfather Otto Hightower, moved to stand behind her father and gave a smirk to his little granddaughter. He was a cruel man, but never with Helaena.

“These guests have won many battles my children. Youn must show them great respect.” King Viserys spoke out, looking at Aegon directly. The two boys bowed at their father’s words, and Helaena wordlessly curtsied and stared ahead. She was already dreading having to spend her night amongst men pridefully telling tales of the men they had slain in battle.

“Apparently there is a new general. From House Arryn. They say he is the most skilled warrior this realm will ever see. The war was failing until he arrived and they have won every battle since. Masterful plans and skilled with a sword. An asset if we all play our cards right.” Otto muttered to his family as the King began to discuss other matters with the guard.

“An Arryn! Why would we need such a useless house on our side!” Aegon snorted. Everyone simply stared at him.

“Did you not hear what I just said?” Otto talked to him as he was trying to talk to a child, making Aegon burn red with embarrassment.

“Helaena, my sweet child, we have seated you next to him. You simply be your kind self and we are sure he will befriend you. They say he has a very kind heart. The folk that he leads into battle love and respect him greatly. We have no doubt you two will get along.” It took everything in Helaena not to groan. She was hoping to hide between her brother’s and let them entertain the noblemen, but now she would have to fake her blushes and giggle at every stupid comment this lord would surely make.

“Whatever you require from me.” She quietly dipped her head so that her hair hid her discontent.

“I shall sit beside her. I do not wish this lord to discuss anything grotesque with my dearest sister.” Aemond’s voice was commanding and it was often something Helaena craved to learn. No one argued with him.

“I guess I shall go and fuck myself then.” Aegon fake smiled before turning his eyes forward in mock boredom.

“Behave yourself tonight Aegon. Please.” His mother begged but there was no chance for a reply. The doors swung open as it was announced the royal family were about to enter. They had to wait as each name and title was read out, and every time Helaena thought she could die of shame. It seemed to be an endless jumble of words she had to wait for but they were finally allowed to move into the room. They were instantly swarmed by the lords bowing and every one took turns to kiss the young princess’s hand. It was a battle to get to her seat and her throat caught as she saw her family being swept in the opposite direction. It was overwhelming to have each man come forward and introduce themselves. Whispering lowly how fair she was. How beautiful she had grown. She remembers Lord Corlys Velaryon from his daughter’s funeral many years ago, and was relieved when he kindly pushed a path for her so she could find her seat.

“I believe you will be seated with me dear friend General Jamie Arryn. I am certain you shall get along well.” He smiled kindly at the princess as they made it to her seat.

“I am very excited to meet him.” She lied through her teeth and thought herself caught when he let out a loud laugh.

“Perhaps we should begin writing ahead to warn that the general they plan to dine with is a woman every time we plan these things?” Helaena looked shocked as a sweet voice chuckled in her ear. She felt a hand on her back to guide her forward as her chair was pulled out. Let her gaze follow up the arm, Helaena’s heart stopped. A woman, with midnight black hair pulled up into a tight ponytail stood smirking at the young princess. Her tight leather pants had a dagger strapped to her thigh and was accompanied by her black corset and loosely fitting black silk undershirt. She had never seen a woman so proudly dressed in man’s clothes.

“Who are you?” Helaena sounded out of breath, and perhaps it was because she found it impossible to breathe.

“I am Jamie Arryn. I believe I am to be your dinner partner tonight.” She bowed like a man and Helaena could not help her eyes widen in shock. She looked desperately towards her family to see their face held the exact same shock.

“The finest general I’ve ever met.” Corlys boasted proudly and Helaena was astonished to see many men in the room nod in agreement. She had not seen any woman respected the way they did her.

“Oh hush. Let us feast.” Jamie laughed as she moved to her chair. A servant tried to run up to move her seat for her but was ushered away and she instead dropped into the chair with a smile. Helaena seemed unable to move and knew she must have looked stupid simply standing with her mouth hanging.

“Sit Princess. I promise I do not bite.” Helaena tried hard not to look at Jamie as she took her seat but she could tell the general thought the whole situation quite humorous. She let out a laugh with Corlys who was seated beside her and Helaena looked at Aemond, startled, as he rigidly took to his seat beside his sister. The whole table was silent as the royal family took in Jamie Arryn, scandalized at the sight of a woman sitting amongst these men of war so freely.

“You shall not talk to her. I do not want her to corrupt you my little honey sister.” Aemond spoke lowly to Helaena, who nodded dumbly in response.

“What... What a surprise.” Viserys was also shocked having not been informed his most promising general in the realm was a woman.

“We always seem to forget to mention Jamie is a woman.” Corlys explained with a grin and some of the men slapped their forehead before barking out laughs. Jamie quietly shushed them and quickly bowed her head to the King.

“I am just a humble woman at your service, my King.” It seemed a personal joke given the way everyone but the noble Targaryen family snickered. Alicent shifted uncomfortably in her seat before sending her signature sympathetic gaze to her daughter.

The tension went nowhere for Helaena and her family as the men of war made their toasts. She didn’t understand why, but she was desperate to hear General Jamie make her own. She didn’t understand the craving she had to hear her voice again. The General, however, simply sipped her wine and laughed at the jokes. The young princess was struck by her presence and could not help herself from staring from beneath her eyelashes. When Jamie turned and smiled at her, Helaena quickly gasped and looked down at her plate. She felt caught.

“They say you are a fine swordsman, Lady Jamie. The finest the realm has seen.” Aemond lent over his sister to stare curiously at the woman and made sure Helaena would find it impossible to join this conversation. Instead, she had to shift uncomfortably in her seat so that her brother was not lounging on her.

“Do they now?” Lady Jamie looked at her brother and refused to break eye contact. Helaena was surprised when Aemond looked away first.

“It is... uncommon. For your sex, that is.” Aemond was trying to delicately put it, but Helaena wanted to die over how condescending it sounded.

“Perhaps it is because the men of this realm do not offer the chance for a woman to learn.” She leaned back in her chair, placing one elbow on the table and turning to directly face the two siblings. Helaena prayed to the seven that no one noticed how tightly she squeezed her thighs. The general looked so powerful standing up to Aemond so casually and the princess was infatuated.

This was Helaena’s deepest secret. She could tell no one of her desires or her attractions. She could not share that her first kiss had been with the kitchen maid beneath one of the castles tunnels when she was ten and five. Nor could she confide that she had never once felt any appeal to a man in her entire life. Helaena knew that no one, especially not her family would understand. Instead, she simply bowed her head and told everyone she loved her husband very much.

“I... I guess?” Aemond had never been this lost for words. Lady Jamie simply smiled as if she had this conversation before.

“I fear if you lean over your sister any more, she shall suffocate.” Aemond threw himself back without realizing and Helaena swallowed harshly. She did not remember a time anyone had paid attention to her suffering, no matter how small. She watched closely as Jamie gave a slight nod to the Lord who sat beside Aemond, and the nod he gave back to her. Aemond was oblivious to the interaction, still trying to compose himself.

“Prince Aemond, is it true you ride the largest dragon in the world?” The man beside Aemond acted shocked, and the prince, like all men, loved nothing more than to gloat. His attention was easily captured and he was happy to boast of his mighty dragon, leaving Helaena awkwardly trying not to look at the woman who was still turned to face her. She fought so hard but lost the battle and turned to look at Jamie, who was still casually lounging with her drink in hand. This time she had a smirk on her lips and Helaena rapidly tried to look anywhere else. She could not want. She needed to forget this silly little need. Helaena was a married woman.

“I’m sorry if my company makes you uncomfortable. I do try and get Corlys to tell people what to expect.” Taking another sip of wine, Lady Jamie finally leaned away from Helaena and instead began to observe the feast around her. Helaena should have allowed it, but the thought of the general moving her attention elsewhere had the princess’s heart still.

“It is... I... My name is Helaena.” She blurted it out before envisioning herself smashing her head on the table. Of course, that fact was already known. She was such a fucking idiot.

“Well, my name is Jamie.” She gently clasped Helaena’s fingers and slowly lifted them to her lips. The two women did not break eye contact as it happened.

“That’s a boy's name.” The princess blurted out making Jamie chuckle.

“Yes, my father was desperate for a son but instead he got me. I think he thought if he name me a man, and train me as a man, I would become the son he always wanted.” The princess looked curiously at Jamie.

“And do you think yourself a man?”

“No.” She was firm with her answer. “I am a woman, and I’m better than any and all of these men at swordsmanship and battle plans. I try not to let them forget that.”

“I am a woman.” Helaena could not think straight and knew she must have sounded simple. Jamie turned to her with a raised eyebrow, then grinned and skulled the rest of her wine.

“And what a woman you are.” Helaena doesn’t know if she imagined the way the general’s eyes raked over her boy, but her body flushed all the same. When Jamie stood from her seat, Helaena’s heart dropped. Of course, her stupid conversation was not enough to keep this powerful woman enthralled and Helaena was a fool to think otherwise.

“Will you show me the gardens Princess Helaena? I hear they are a sight to behold.” The way her name sounded on Jamie’s lips made Helaena want to burst. She was embarrassed how overcome with need she was to be near this woman. How desperate everyone would think if they found out.

“Yes! Of course.” Helaena cursed herself for standing so quickly, but the moment Jamie ran her fingers down the princess’s arm as she linked herself to her, the embarrassment was gone. Instead, Helaena found herself yet again at a loss for words. She must look to be an absolute idiot. She let Jamie guide her towards the door, and from each twist and turn that happened, it was obvious the general had already been to the gardens. Helaena looked at her suspiciously making Jamie roll her eyes and her closer.

“I know I lied; it was just so boring in there. I needed some fresh air.”

“I don’t mind. I like fresh air too. The conversation is always so dull.” Helaena instantly squeezed her eyes shut. She should not have criticised such noblemen, she knew better than that.

“So very dull. I swear they like the sound of their own voice.” The two-woman grinned at each other as they finally made it to the gardens. Jamie went to pull her towards the main area, but Helaena quickly ushered her a different way. Taking the lead, they ended up sitting on a stone bench behind a large hedge, shielding them from view. Helaena felt giddy at the idea that no guards had followed, nor had her family noticed her absence.

“I like to come and read here. It is more secluded than the main garden.” Helaena felt as if she needed to explain, but Jamie understood perfectly.

“I’m sure you crave your privacy. I cannot imagine a princess would get much.”

“No not much. Only when I read or when I am alone in my chambers. It’s very precious time to me.”

“I do not crave your position. I think I would find it awfully dreadful.” Jamie looked to Helaena as if she was listening intently to every word and Helaena was constantly blushing under her gaze.

“It is... sometimes. But I get to go to many dances. I love dancing” Helaena tried not to get too excited and Jaime simply faked discomfort.

“Ah unfortunately I was not taught how to dance. I was only trained. I find it impossible to step to the beat at the right time.”

“I could teach you! I am very good at it.” Helaena bit her lip as the suggestion rolled of her tongue and Jamie looked amused. She could not take her eyes from the princess’s lip.

“I would be happy to dance with you Princess. But you must be patient with me I will have a lot to learn.” Their gaze at one another lit up Helaena’s entire body. Unbeknownst to her, Jamie was overwhelmed by the same need.

“Perhaps, tomorrow?” Helaena whispered, scared that this was just to be nice and actually setting the plan in stone would simply end in a kind rejection.

“Tomorrow.” It was agreed.

“SISTER!?” Aemond’s voice cut through the night making Helaena jump, as if she was a child caught doing something wrong. She quickly stood and moved forward but her shoe got trapped between a tree root and she felt herself stumble forward without it. Jamie quickly dropped to her knees and pulled the pale-yellow shoe from its tight trap.

“Thank you.” Helaena squeaked. Jamie simply swallowed before reaching forward. Kneeling before the princess, she lifted the leg that the shoe was for and slowly placed it on. Running her hand lightly up the princess’s leg, she slowly let her thumb brush over Helaena’s knee. The quiver that ran through Helaena’s body was not lost on the general. Looking down at Jamie before her, Helaena knew she was in deep trouble.

“Tomorrow, dear princess.” Jamie did not remove her hand and instead stared up at Helaena, who seemed to glow in the moonlight.

“Tomorrow General Arryn. I must go.” The sound of her brother’s nearing footstep panicked Helaena.

“Yes. And I best hide from your brother.” With a wink, Jamie was gone and Helaena was left standing dumbly by herself as her brother rounded the hedge.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He looked at his flushed sister in confusion while she simply looked at him with wide eyes.

“The moon.” She pointed up. Aemond simply chuckled before pulling his sister away.

“You are the strangest person I know.”

But Helaena was no longer listening. All she could think of was the feeling of Jamie’s fingers on her skin. The fire that was a light in her soul. The tremble that had shaken her to her core.

“Tomorrow is going to be a great day brother.”

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♕ A/N: Hey! I don’t have much for this authors note lol. If it’s not clear the title is The Prince and The Street Rat—A Game of Revelations. If you guys have any theories on where this is headed please let me know. :)

♕ SUMMARY: The world works in mysterious ways and so does the residents of Kings Landing. One never knows what they find in the alleyways and rooftops. Whores, drunks, knights, thieves, sometimes even Princes.

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♕ WARNING: Major HOTD Spoilers, cursing, violence—the usual

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Sleep evades you, and upon her arrival, she slips from your grasp at the faintest of sounds. Most nights, your hand clenches the hilt of your dagger, your mind sure of his presence—a drunken lout the Kingdom calls a Prince. Often it’s merely Ser Barlo eyeing your weariness from the door. The brief moment remains the same whether you wear a frantic, distraught, or hazy expression. He never voices his thoughts, offering nods reassuring your safety. You hear nothing from Aemond, nor do you seek him out. Remnants of your blue gown sit singed in the fireplace of soot and ash.

When a parchment arrives from Daltis with your travel arrangements set in a fortnight, you cling to the fourteen days as if it will rectify all that came before it. Standing in the mirror, you lace your pants and secure your dagger at your hip. You tie a heavy cloak around your shoulders, and the sun shines brightly through your window as you glance out. The many faces of the unknown fill the streets at a volume uncommon so close to the Red Keep.

Pulling at the door, you frown as your back stiffens. You press your ear to the door to find stillness on the other side. A soft ache radiates through your knuckles as you bang against the surface.

“Guard? I believe the door is stuck,” Your shaky tone receives silence in response, recoiling from the door as though it sears your skin. You take several cautious steps back, hand hovering over your dagger. If Aegon’s behind your captivity, you are confident of a singular fate—running for the entirety of your life or a future worse than death, the Prince’s whore. The opening of the door rips you from your thoughts. Unsheathing your dagger, you move with expert precision.

“I have no time for your violent fervor. Would you or your resourceful associates have an inkling of the whereabouts of Aegon?” Aemond catches your wrist, spinning you away from him. You crash into his back as he pulls you in, speaking with an urgency lacing his calm. Something’s wrong. His forearm rests loosely below your chin. Biting down, you duck back as he pulls away.

“Why am I locked in here?” You tilt your head taking note of Ser Cole lingering in the doorway. The morning guard stands with his hand on his sword, eyeing you both. Aemond inquires again of Aegon, clasping his hands behind his back, ignoring your grimace. “Damn you, Aemond! Why would I care to be privy to his proclivities? I will not sit in captivity like a good little prisone—!”

"Enough!" Squeezing your eyes shut, a loud ringing takes your ears. Aemond's grip on your cloak rigid as he yanks you forward before pressing you back swiftly into the wall. You open your eyes blinking profusely, a haze splintering your vision as you move your head languidly. He grabs your face turning you forward, swallowing thickly as your sights set ablaze, "My father is dead, and you may think yourself covert in your machinations of what comes next, but I have no time to deal with both you and my degenerate brother."

You lean your head against the wall, your nose crinkling at the tenderness. A breathy laugh leaves your lips, balling your fists to cover the trembling of your hands, “So I was right, and now you scramble with your family to usurp the throne. Making certain of the war I warned you of for years.”

“(Y/n),” You slap away his hand as he reaches toward your face, a silence lingering between you both as he takes a step away from you. The clenching of his jaw falls slack as he studies your pointed stare. You turn your gaze to the window, ignoring the skin-crawling sensation of his eyes on your skin. A heavy fog of fatigue weighing on your eyes.

“I will return for you,” He says, exiting without another word. You do not move until the sight of Ser Cole and Aemond reach outside your window. At the door, you pull to no avail—resting your head against the door, your shoulders fall with a heavy sigh. Closing your eyes, you relish the brief relief it brings as a sluggish yawn leaves you.

“Guard. I know your loyalty and honor are bound to the instruction of those above your station. But I implore you to heed my warning, please. A war is coming, and it is a fool that stands willingly amid the pending storm,” Your voice wavers, a silent cry supplanting your attempts at composure. The silence in the room deafening, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You do not call out to the guard again or try again when Ser Barlo arrives for his watch. Instead, you sit on the floor by the door with your head leaning against the wall. Whether it has been minutes or hours proves irrelevant, the ringing of the bells filling the silence with an influx of chatter from beyond your window.

Ser Barlo enters your room with a blank exterior offering his hand you take, gasping at the rush that tilts the room. You grip his arm tightly as he guides you toward the stairs at a snail's pace. A heavy sigh leaves your lips as every step takes a significant portion of your energy. You lean your head on Ser Barlo’s shoulder, your arms secure around his own as you ask where you are going.

“To the Red Keep, Lady (Y/n),” He says, stepping outside. You grip his arm tighter at the thrust of the many faces and yelling. Ser Barlo navigates through the crowd as you keep your eyes tightly shut. The bells send tremors through your body as hands roughly shove you forward. You fail to notice as Ser Barlo wraps his arms around your shoulder, his commandeering tone roughly cutting through patrons toward the dragon pit.

“The bells,” You whisper without destination, squinting up at the sky as you catch glimpses of its constant rocking. Your eyes well with tears as your father's voice reaches your ears. Ser Barlo frowns as you mutter aimlessly, “Pa, why do they ring?”

Ser Barlo’s confusion fades as a hand on your back sends you from his hold to the cobblestone. His hand swiftly drags you back to your feet, his eyes haphazardly eyeing the dried blood that clumps the back of your hair. “Pa, where are you going?”

Inside, you frown as the blinding light turns to a dim stupor. Ser Barlo stops a few rows from the front, allowing you to lean on him like a sickly child. He pulls your hood on your head, letting you rest against his shoulder.

“I’m going to die here,” Ser Barlo’s head turns at your breathless admission, his eyebrows creasing together as he squeezes your hand. Your eyes remain closed, your heavy panting being the only proof of life.

“You just hold on, okay,” He whispers. You open your eyes looking ahead of you. Chatter surrounds you both, and the Royal stands with calm demeanors. Aemond carefully scans the crowd with his usual deficit in revealing what lies beneath his surface. You pull your hood a little tighter, enough to still provide a full view of the steps.

“People of King’s Landing, today is the saddest of days. Our beloved King, Viserys the Peaceful, is dead.” Otto Hightower’s eyes finds you. Meeting his gaze, the two of you watch the other as though you solely debate upon something between you both alone. You shake your head softly, chatter taking the room at the hand’s pause, “But it is also the most joyous of days, for as his spirit left us, he whispered his final wish. That his first-born son, Aegon, should succeed him.”

A sigh leaves your lips as your mind wanders to your fathers' warnings. No good comes when the Keep bells ring? You cut left to find Aemond watching you. Remorse painting his features, your mind replaying how his hands slammed you against your room wall without hesitation or care. The bells. You flinch into the crook of Ser Barlo’s neck, a chorus of clapping sending shooting pain through your skull. Horns fill the hall as two rows of guards clear a pathway with their swords held high. You do not turn to view the grim reality before you. Aegon the Unworthy’s ascension. Ser Barlo rubs gentle circles on your back as you squeeze your eyes shut, sinking further into who you imagine being your father—your safety.

“It is your great good fortune and privilege to be here to witness this, a new day for our city, a new day for our realm. A new King to lead us!” Otto’s words split your fantasy into two. The bells' return sends an aching shudder through your body as cheers in merriment overshadow your pain. Ser Barlo’s words drown into nothing as it blends into the never-ending faces before you. Your heart hammering in your throat as you tremble in your night guard's arms—the moment meaningless as all focus on the new King.

Dust and smoke sting your eyes as your body numbs. Laying on the rubble of limbs and rock, you lay unmoving on your back. Screaming supplants the cheering, and the horror fails to reach you at the sound of a ferocious growl. Blood pools beneath you. What belongs to you versus others remains unclear. You stare up at the beast watching as it misses crushing your body into nothing by mere hairs. The edges of your vision darken as a dry chuckle leaves your lips, eyeing the scarlet scales on the underbelly of the beast. What a stupid way to die.

The sound of metal clinging makes your nose scrunch as a yawn turns to a grimace. Opening your eyes, you squeeze them shut once more at the light that shines without remorse. You dig your elbows into the bed, a cry leaving your lips while dragging yourself further onto your pillow.

“You mustn’t move so much, my lady. You’re still healing,” Opening your eyes, you flinch back at the touch. A young girl stands at your side, her eyebrow furrowing at the sight of your fretful stare. She steps back, turning to another who stands by the door, whispering amongst themselves. The second abandons the room in haste. You frown at the spacious room, warm furs and bandages securing your head and stomach. “You were hurt. The maesters feared you would not wake. The Prince has been putting much pressure on them.”

Her words hit you far worse than the dragon or even Aemond had in your room. You grit your teeth, digging your elbows into the bed once more. As you drag yourself to sit up, a strangled cry leaves your lips, “I must leave now.”

“My lady, you are in no condition—“ A gasp leaves her lips as she reaches your side. You wrap your hands around her throat, roughly pulling her close to your face.

“I cannot stay here,” Your words venomous as the chamber doors open. Aemond halts in his tracks at the sight of you. A smile threatens his lips as you glare at him.

“Release the girl, (Y/n),” Aemond huffs. You do not move for several seconds as the servant girl weakly grips your wrists, squeezing her eyes shut. When you release her, she stumbles away from the bed with her hands at her throat. Aemond dismisses her, and you watch as she races out of the room. A smile takes his lips as he walks to your bedside, grabbing your hand, “You have no idea the joy it is to know you have woken.”

“Joy? In death, I was free. Here I am but a prisoner,” You yank your arm away, his smile faltering.

“You are not a prisoner,” You furrow your eyebrows, your scoff filling the room as you shake your head.

“Then I wish to leave!” You exclaim. He glances down at his hands, fiddling with the edge of your furs.

“I know you. You will flee King's Landing. My care for you is no secret to the realm, and you are hurt,” Your jaw clenches as you shake your head at his words. His eyebrows pull together as he scoffs, “You suddenly do not believe me.”

“A fortnight ago, I would have. Aemond the difference in friendship and servitude are lost on you. If you care for me, Aemond, when King Viserys died, you would have let me go. Many say I forget myself due to our friendship, but I believe it is you who forgets yourself. Our friendship is a farce that ended the day you had me summoned into the Red Keep, and your mother put me in service of you. When I voiced my distaste for captivity, you pushed me against a wall. I am not your friend—I am your property. I never wanted this, and you know that,” You speak barely above a whisper, eyeing his hands carefully. He purses his lips, sighing deeply, his eyes shooting to the bandages around your head.

“I am sorry, (Y/n). You have always been a comfort to me. I give you my word. I will never hurt you again,” Aemond cautiously takes your hand, his pointer finger drawing circles against your palm.

“That does not address my lost freedoms. Aemond, you are hurting me by keeping me here. Let me return to the Inn Keep,” You grab his hands, your eyes eager as you tilt your head to meet his eye. The fireplace's crackling fills the silence as you stare at each other. “Do you trust me?”

A distance dances in his eyes as he stares at you. His contemplative silence casting uncertainty in the air. Aemond speaks coolly, an edge to his tone as he continues tracing your palm, “Would you like the honest answer or the expected one?”

You pull your hand away, dizzying nausea bubbling in your stomach. Turning on your side to face away from him, a scowl takes your features. On your bedside table sits a chalice and tray with fresh bread.

Aemond releases a long sigh before rising to his feet behind you, “Despite what you may believe, all I do is to protect you. Even if it is from yourself and your nature. I must fly to Storm's End to discuss matters with Lord Baratheon. Upon my return, we may discuss an arrangement that best suits the only thing that truly matters to me (Y/n). Your safety and happiness.”

You remain unmoving to his words, the room stilling with your silence. Aemond exits without a word, leaving the room just as he found it—despondent. You pick at your bread and finish your water long before a servant returns to your chambers. Your window reveals storm clouds that loom high above Kings Landing, casting a grim shadow above all that resides beneath it.

The chamber doors opening does not garner your attention as you still lay on your side gazing out the parallel window.

“Queen Helaena,” A servant announces. Still, your gaze remains consistent, staring out at nothing particular. Helaena arrives at your side with a timid smile. In her hands holds a tray of fruits and a steaming cup.

“My apologies that I could not come to you sooner upon learning you had awoken. I thought some tea and fruits may aid in easing your pains,” She smiles sweetly, pausing as a servant removes the previous tray. Helaena places the new tray down before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Thank you, your grace.” You whisper, not tearing your gaze from the window. The room falls silent as Helaena awkwardly fidgets. You watch her from the corner of your eye.

“You wish to leave,” She says as a statement rather than a question. You nod your head slowly, studying her contemplative expression. “Aemond loves you.”

“Not enough, I suppose,” You mutter. Helaena takes your hand, offering a weak smile. “I remember the day he lost his eye. He wept in fear of losing his only friend. I often find my brother bound to a book or training. He worries far too much about achieving greatness, but I believe no joy compares to what you have brought him. So I supposed I am thanking you.”

The warmth of her presence leaves you in awe. Her soft nature unlike anything you encounter in the city. You stare blankly at her, offering no inkling of what stews within you. Your eyebrows pinch as her grip tightens, her smile weakening. Horror flashes across her eyes, a gasp leaving her lips as you wince while dragging yourself to sit up.

“An eye for an eye. Pride for vengeance,” She pulls back swiftly before confusion takes her features at your close proximity. Her eyes find the fruit tray, and she leans forward casually, plucking a grape into her mouth, disregarding your gaze.

“What does that mean?” You ask. Helaena frowns at your question, leaning back—you eye her with caution.

“I hope you enjoy the fruit, lady (Y/n). I will return soon,” She offers a wide smile giving your hand a quick squeeze before rising to her feet. You watch as she exits the room just as she came.

Besides servants and a maester coming to check on you, your chambers remain uneventful. No one answers your questions about what happened or Ser Barlo, merely completing their tasks and leaving. The room’s foreign to you, and many of your belongings from the Inn Keep sit scattered, confirming your fears. They carry no intention of release.

The next day comes with many obscenities as the maesters tend to your wounds. Helaena visits you once more, whispering beneath her breath of pride and vengeance. You do not question her words, merely welcoming her company with comfortable silence. Outside appears as dreary as the day prior, the rain heavier as thunder and lightning battle in the sky. This continues well past Helaena’s visit.

Your chamber doors opening stirs you from sleep, and you flinch at the sound of hasty steps. Aemond rushes in, ignoring how you groan as he pulls you into an abrupt hug. Your body stiffens at the cold of his touch, his hair dripping water down your back. The trembling of his skin and shaky breaths fill the room.

“Aemond,” You call out, bringing your hand to his back. You rub conservative circles. He pulls you in tighter, burying his head into your neck, “What has happened?”

“I only intended to scare him. Instill fear as payment for my torment and permanent affliction but—Vhagar—she, I could no longer control her,” His words nearly muffle into your neck, but they reach your ears with spine-rattling clarity.

You pull back from Aemond, lifting his face to meet your gaze. Urgency supplants your aches as you inspect the faraway look in his eyes, “What have you done?”

“I killed him—I killed Lucerys,” A deafening silence takes the room as the uncomfortable clinging of your wet clothing becomes your focus. Aemond wraps around your waist, his head resting on your stomach. Gagging, nothing leaves you as nausea bubbles in your stomach with a numbing realization. The Greens have officially declared against Princess Rhaenyra.

The room stays silent for several minutes until a servant arrives, announcing a summons of Aemond from his mother. He leaves with your encouragement, his exit coming with your hasty movements toward your things. You inhale sharply at the lack of your dagger. Opening the door, you request a servant to the guard. When the servant enters, you stand leaning on the far window; she immediately frowns.

“My lady, you should be resting,” You grab her arm, allowing her to guide you toward the bed. In one swift motion in reach of the bedside table, you grab the kitchen knife holding it to her throat. “Do not be foolish. You will be pardoned for my escape, but if you try to stop you, you will not live to see the sunrise.”

“Please, my lady,” She whimpers under your hold, promising complicity. You switch clothes with her, ordering her beneath your furs as you tuck your hair beneath her hat.

“You move from that bed with me still within these walls, and I assure you a fate worse than death,” You say, hanging your cloak over your arm and tucking the kitchen knife in your sleeve. Upon exiting the room, you keep your head down, the guard staring forward with the same stoic expression as they all do. You hold in a breath while forcing yourself to fight through the aches down your back, maintaining a gait of one without injury. Turning a corner, you wrap the cloak around your shoulders, pulling the hood over your head. After several minutes of aimless wandering, you let out a breath at the sight of the courtyard. You keep your eyes on the gate, just a few more feet. The outside of the Red Keep near taunting you at its distance. Out of the gate, you smile, moving at an eerie pace. A silent cry leaves your lips as your pace falters and you stumble.

“Halt,” You stop in your tracks, sliding the kitchen knife down your sleeve. A hand roughly turns your shoulder, raising the blade; you pause at the sight. Ser Barlo gapes at the sight of you, your eyes wide as the two of you halt, standing on the edge of where the torch lights of the Red Keep meet the city's darkness. A cut slits his eyebrow with a fading bruise painting his jawline. You bite the inside of your cheek, waiting to be forcibly dragged before the King—before Aegon. “Watch where you’re going, boy.”

He releases your shoulder, nodding his head with a knowing look. You pull your hood further down, disappearing into the streets of Kings Landing. Wiping away the stray tears that leave you, you nearly collapse into the door when you arrive at your destination.

Cayde answers with groans as he rubs his eyes, wearing only a pair of loose-fitting pants. “(Y/n)? What has happened?”

“How long until my passage to Pentos?” You ask, wincing as he helps you inside. The cloak hood falls back, revealing the bruising on the back of your neck.

“Not for another two days,” Cayde helps guide you to a seat before rushing away and returning with a cup of water.

“I must leave tonight,” You shudder as your mind toys with the gravity of all you know. Cayde shakes his head, but as his gaze meets your own fatigue, a sigh leaves his lips. He leaves you alone in his home for longer than you care to still be in Kings Landing. You glance out his window, scanning the corridor to see gold cloaks or Aemond himself. When Cayde returns, neither of you discusses what comes; next, you both leave for the ports without a word.

Upon arrival, only one boat appears to be readying for departure. The man greets you curtly, and Cayde thanks him.

“This is where we part,” Cayde says, taking his hands as you glance at the boat and back at him. Your longest friend and closest confidant.

“Come with me. I can never return here. You told Aegon you were in love with me. I cannot promise to return those feelings, but I do love you, my dear friend. I—I fear I cannot do this alone,” You wipe away your tears, cursing yourself for crying once more. Cayde chuckles, bringing your hands to his lips. He releases them, reaching into his cloak before retaking them.

“I wish I could, truly. I do love you very much. You are the strongest person I know. If anyone can do it. It’s you,” Cayde releases your hands, leaving a large coin pouch in them. As he leaves a lingering kiss on your forehead, you purse your lips, “I’ll visit you. Maybe someday I will join you, but I’m good at what I do, and I’m needed here. Now you must go.”

On the boat, you watch each other until you are both well out of view. You abandon the top of your cabin, befriending a bucket as you empty your stomach for most of the trip. Pentos greets you with a far different atmosphere than Kings Landing. It does not take long to find your footing, connecting with Daltis’s associates for work.

The first few weeks were the worst of it. Despite the heat, you wore your hood up for a long while. Maintaining a low profile while lingering on the streets searching for the foundation for your new life. Cayde sent one raven with instructions to not respond but send a whisper through their Pentos connections. Assuring your safety without detail, you find yourself in a position you have long forgotten—alone.

Over time your paranoia eases, and wounds heal. You find your bounty-hunting work far more affluent in Pentos than in King's Landing. Walking down the street to your home, you carry a woven bag that holds a delivery for one of your assignments. You chuckle at the rushing stature of the short boy.

“Now, where might you be rushing off to Tregaro?” He thrashes against your hold for several seconds as his hood falls from his head. You chuckle when he finally stops glaring up at you.

“Not you again. What does it matter to you?” You mockingly contemplate his words as he swears against doing anything unjust. Reaching into his cloak pocket, you hold up a pouch that jingles at the clattering of coins.

“Mhm. Which part of stealing is just?” You ask. Releasing his cloak, you take the pouch. He shrugs away from you, grumbling under his breath as you reach into your coin pouch.

“I don’t need your charity,” He scoffs. Rolling your eyes, you speak matter-of-factly, “You’re going to get yourself killed or worse. Here, take it, should cover food for the next few days.”

“Whatever,” He takes the coins from your hands, a hesitant look in his eyes before thanking you. You watch as he disappears down the road, refusing to share where he lives. A tender smile paints your features before continuing your trek home. Up the stairs, you enter your room, a long yawn leaving your lips as you unload your things on your desk.

“Street knowledge. When it comes to imports and exports. He’s the guy. For food, clothes, and people. He almost always has a connection if you need something done quickly and quietly,” Your movements halt as your entire body stiffens. The emphasis at the end of his remarks making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. He speaks at a drawn-out pace, the honey coat of his tone dripping in venom. You do not move, your back facing the rest of the room. “You coined me Aemond the Generous that day.”

“I hear they call you Kinslayer now,” You say. Your mind scrambling to formulate your next move. To your left sits the door, and to your right, the window, the medium size of the room, leaving you at a significant disadvantage.

You keep your movements slow, reaching for the dagger on your hip. A dark chuckle reaches your ears, “Don’t be stupid. Tell me, why Pentos? We have some time before Vhagar returns. I sent her off knowing you would flee at the sight of her.”

“How’d you find me?” Your question earns a laugh, and still, you do not move.

“You know your little friends would make excellent gold cloaks. Their unflinching loyalty was an irritating snag in locating you. Daltis would not budge even when I named his irritatingly proud son a traitor to the crown and gifted his head to his mother,” Aemond speaks as though he speaks of daily tasks such as cleaning or eating. You lean forward as your breath knocks from your chest, turning your head—eyes narrowing in disbelief, “It was my brother, in fact, who enlightened me on a night in a tavern. Says he overheard your little lover mention Pentos. From there, it didn’t take much. Everything I know of living in the streets, I learned from you. The art of survival is an admirable feat, especially for a woman.”

“You’re a filthy liar, claiming care when you crave control. You declared war on your sister, Aemond. And still, you expect me to stand at your side? I will not be collateral or stultify myself for a senseless war,” You say, meeting his sharp gaze. He turns his head, leaving his bad eyes facing you, glancing at the window you. You glance back at Aemond, who watches your small fireplace, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“The window’s a good thought. You have always been a far better climber than I. But, I should warn you, you will find sell swords awaiting your arrival on the other side,” He speaks plainly, sitting with perfect posture, his arms resting on the sides of the chair. A smirk tugs at his lips, he has you, and he knows it. You let out a hum in disapproval, wetting your lips as you play your final card.

“Aemond, you are my friend, and I am sorry for abandoning you, and yet the gravity of our situation has not changed. Rhaenyra will retaliate, and if you care for me as you claim, then you know this is the safest option. You have broken every promise you have ever made in the name of our friendship. It is not too late to salvage this, to prove you love me as you say. Leave me here. Return to King's Landing and announce me dead. Win your war and achieve all glory you have always dreamed of. Live knowing I am well—that I am safe,” You say. Taking a cautious step forward, you hold out your hand. His smirk falls as he stares at you, a pregnant pause between you. He rises to his feet and closes the distance pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead just as Cayde had. Guilt seeps into your pores at Aemond’s touch, your throat burning as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Aemond pulls away, looking at you with a gentle resolve, and you cling to the sliver of the boy you once knew. He brushes a hair behind your ear, touching you as though you are made from glass. Studying every little detail of your face. Your mind wrestling with the Aemond you love and the murderer who forces your hand. He nods, smiling as you release a breath you were not actively aware of holding. A weary chuckle leaves your lips as you lean into his touch, and for a second, he frees you from your shackles to his family. You stand not in a stuffy room in Pentos but on the rooftop beneath the stars—just another pair of Kings Landing’s bastards. In a blink of an eye, he slays the boy that grazes your skin, freeing the man who binds your wrists. He speaks gently, drinking in your close proximity, “Gather your things. We will be meeting Vhagar outside the city walls.”

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omgkatherine01 · 1 year

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Helaena x best friend fem reader

The reader loves to tease the Helaena and eventually after teasing her she passionately kisses her in a abandoned courtyard…. Fluff!!!

Note: Short and sweet 😁

A Teaser

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen x Fem!reader

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"Please stop."

You looked at your best friend Helaena who was sitting beside you on the bench at the courtyard. It was just the two of you at the moment since Helaena let her guard the time away so she could spend some time alone with you outside.

Not everyone can say their best friend is a princess, you were her lady-in-wait, the two of you known each other since you were little.

And according to her, you're a tease.

"Stop what?" you asked after stopping biting your lower lip.

Helaena hesitated for a moment until she pointed at your face, "That."

"My face?" you asked as you raised an eyebrow.

Helaena let out a sigh, rolling her eyes, "You biting your lip again."

You smirked, "Why are you looking at my lips?" you asked.

Alright, you are a tease.

Helaena didn't answer and looked away, letting out a breath. "So," you started, "How is your charming brother?"

"Aemond is alright," she said, thinking you were talking about her younger brother. "He should be at the library."

You rolled your eyes, "I meant the charming brother. As if the annoying one."

"Oh," she muttered and shrugged, "Aegon is... well, Aegon."

You hummed, "Annoying? Cold hearted? That sort?"

Helaena let a small smile slip on her lips before looking around at the empty looking area. "To be honest... your mother had lost her mind when she married the two of you," you said.

"Shh," she whispered as she looked at you and grabbed your hand in hers. "What is someone hear you saying something like that at the Queen?"

"Then she will know what I think of her in that matter," you muttered. "You deserve better than Aegon." You looked away, "She should have married you to Aemond, he's a better man than him."

"I think my mother wants you to marry Aemond," Helaena said, and you quickly looked at her with wide eyes. She nodded, "She thinks you are suited for him."

"Just because I can get along with him?" you suggested as you raised an eyebrow. "You and I are even much better match, don't you think?"

Helaena chuckled softly, blushing a little, "Perhaps."

You both stared at each other for a moment. You bit your lower lip again as you looked away. "You doing it again," she said.

You chuckled and smirked as you looked at her, "What would you do about it?" you teased.

Your smirk disappeared as she leaned forward quickly and pressed her lips against yours. But then she quickly moved away.

"That," she said with confidence in her voice.

You stared at her for a second longer and then moved forward, kissing her on the lips.

After a few moments of kissing, you both pulled away but then leaned back in, turning to kiss passionately for a little longer.

The two of you pulled away, trying to capture your breaths. "You're a tease," she muttered, cheeks pink.

You let out a breathless chuckle but then leaned back to kiss her softly on the lips again, feeling her smiling against your lips.

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖓

𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰 : 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯

( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥s )

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ (ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ *)

Y/n was clearing the table as though it were soothing, Helaena noted. Her head tilted like a puppy as she fidgeted with her fingers. She was unsure whether or not it would be a good idea to help; it was just that your hair was so pretty and she felt a wave of familiarity when she saw you, she couldn't help it. She bit her lip. She approached slowly and so quiet that it made Y/n jump when her hand came into view. The servant rose her brows as both locked eyes. Helaena swore if she kept looking she would melt, so she glanced away quickly and tutted as she spotted one of her spiders crawling along the side. He must have slipped out of her pockets at dinner. It made her jump when a soft voice announced itself. "Is that Aelar?" The serving girl asked, unsure. Helaena's mind bubbled until finally popping with realisation. She nodded, smiling gentle as ever. "Yes, my dōna valītsos." She doesn't notice the slip into High Valyrian until it leaves her lips, painting her face a dark shade of maroon. (sweet boy) Y/n chuckles and nods. "Issa gevie." She hums. (He's beautiful) Helaena snaps her head to look at her.

"You know Valyrian?" Now it's Y/n's turn to redden. She looks down at the table then hesitantly looks back at Helaena. "My aunt was a septa, my family are of course not high born but she..." She hesitates then swallows. "She wanted us to have some chance at, well, enchanting someone of status to boost our station." The two girls stood in flushed stupors. Helaena tries to hold back, she really tries like her mother tells her to but she can't help it. "You have." She assures awkwardly. A fuzzy feeling overcomes her, as if Aegon filled her goblet too high again. She expects Y/n to cough and excuse herself but she doesn't, instead she inches closer. She feels the thump of her heart pushing against her ribcage. Eventually the long silence dissipates as Helaena laughs, taking Y/n's warm but rough hand in her own soft one. They look at each other and the nonsense of duties, husbands and status drown because the water has grown warm from the ever-present sun that neither realised until they too fell into the sea.

The night was spent in laughter and risk. Helaena lay her head in Y/n's lap the next morning. They were outside. Y/n held one of the septa's books in her hand and was reading through trying to push mispronounced words from her tongue. "Skori dārilaros Nȳhmēria arrived isse dorne, mazēdas–" (When Princess Nymeria arrived in dorne, she took–) "Ri-Laros, not rylaros." She corrects lightly, giggling. Y/n giggles back but continues with even worse pronunciation now. "How did we end up like here?" "Your husband's wine that's how." Helaena wrinkles her nose. She suddenly leaps up and protrudes her hands out to her. "Dance with me." She was sure she had never felt more confident before. Y/n hesitates but the alcohol is taking control. Helaena heaves her up and pushes close, something so intimate about the way they're twirling each other now. Y/n sighs and pulls away, Helaena's face falls but Y/n merely takes off her shoes and rolls them against the tree with beautiful maroon leaves, the same shade as the wine sloshing about beside them. Helaena begins to beam and copies her before taking their hands back together and continuing to beam at one another. She looked up at the sky in bliss. "When we met," She breaks the silence. She turns her gaze to her...well who was she to her. "was actually a year ago." She murmurs. Their fingers intertwine. She leans in too close for just friends. "And I felt so foolish because I spilt wine all over you. You were holding the pitcher for Aegon and my hand slipped. I was ever so scared." Y/n nods with a soft smile. "I wanted to help you but mother was frustrated, she didn't mean to snap." The air gets uncomfortable. "I knew it stained your apron so I bought you another one specially." Helaena presses her index finger to fiddle with a dragon in the corner of the one Y/n is currently wearing. "I was far to anxious to tell you it was me though. Her faces turns scarlet but she's used to it by now. Y/n leans even closer now and tilts her head, mimicking her lover. "I know." She whispers. Helaena swallows before she realises the severity of their entanglement. She can't afford to sacrifice her happiness anymore. She leans in to capture Y/n's lips. It feels like a wave of sweet sugar is seeping into her mouth as her teeth clash ever so slightly against the maroon lips that make her feel so comfortable.

Helaena is inconsolable and for the first time she's allowing herself to be angry. Angry at Aegon. Angry at Alicent. Angry at Y/n because she left her. She left her, all on her own. Alicent rubs wearily at her forehead as she tries to lessen her daughter's spectacle. Helaena reluctantly sobs into her own arms, still pushing her mother away from her. She caused this. Finally Helaena does stop and the silence is deafening, even more torturous than they would expect. She's shaking like a leaf and panic is making her feel ill. She's never cared much for the war but as she looks through the walkway she sees Y/n beside Aemond. In a delusion she sees him tugging her lover's limp body in his arms, the hauntingly hollow eyes she can only escape in her dreams stare back at her, blaming her. She can't look at flowers anymore even when her brother attempts to cheer her up, he never understood why she called carnations roses, he didn't know that for one day Y/n knew something that Helaena did not, even less the secret glances the two women so commonly shared. As he approaches her, he hesitates. He wasn't completely clueless, he knew of his sister's affections for the servant he just didn't realise how deep. He knew Helaena blamed him, if he hadn't chased after Lucerys that day then Daemon never would have fought for such bloodshed of his nephew. Y/n would not have thrown herself in front of little Prince Jaehaerys and alerted the guards too late. To his uncle, this death will mean little to him, it's not enough, he doesn't understand how much this will punish Helaena. No one knew. "What do you want? For her death to be in vain?" Alicent finally snaps. Helaena glares. "I want you to sacrifice, you love the crown more than any of us, I want you to surrender." She knows that they won't, she knows that Aemond's eye is flickering around the room in guilt–even he won't accept such as an exchange. She was just a silly little serving girl to them. To Helaena she is the sun...Was the sun. She decides she hates past tense now.

Helaena looks into the chambers she refused to step inside only hours prior. It's wrong, without her it's far too morbid–she was walking into a tomb of regret. The love she had sheltered so carefully wouldn't escape her. It was only a week later that she finally allowed her maids to bathe and clothe her. Her dress before was caked in blood as she howled with Y/n's body laying limp against her thighs. It was her turn to lay her head on her lap and whisper stories of far. * It was her fault that her beloved passed, she could at least join her as she would be remembered by her. Helaena lowered into the bath with wearily closed eyes. She rose a hesitant hand to press down against the sensitive mark on her collarbone. She displayed it proudly but now it made her want to sob. She awoke later with the heavy feeling of regret still burning through her blood. She should have run away with her to Essos like she promised she would but what of the children? They were not nearly yet grown. With a weighing hand, she reluctantly grasps quill and parchment. If she is to have her own legacy than she can at least ensure the love of her life is remembered. She will see her soon. *

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jacesbeloved · 2 years

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a mirror into the past; dragon and wood

summary: you were always fascinated at the young targaryen even when you were still little. as time passed by, your heights and face weren't the only thing that grew, your fondness of each other eventually grew as well.

pairings: helaena targaryen x female dragonrider!reader

warning: subtle themes of homophobia

notes: hi loves!! pls lmk how this fic is (feedbacks comments / asks) since it’ll be my first time writing for helaena and i rlly enjoyed writing it and i hope u enjoy reading it just as much ! <3

Discrete chuckles and rushing steps against the stone floor filled the halls of the Red Keep, two hands held onto each other while her hands dragged you happily towards various corridors. Your hand holding the small box that had her bugs—even though you're a tad bit squeamish about them.

The two of you ran so swiftly past the handmaidens that your faces were a blur; only if it weren't for the bright platinum hair that adorned Helaena's head.

It wasn't always like this, running in the corridors as you sneaked away from your family in the dragonpit. Being a part of the dragonriders in Westeros, you should've been in the dragonpit. You should have been with your family, anticipating the return of Prince Aemond as he took Vhagar out to fly, but here you were.

Running with the only daughter of Queen Alicent.

When the two of you turned around the corner, you bumped into a firm chest that you did not see coming. An overbearing scent suddenly invades your nose as you fall back.

"Brother," you hear Helaena's voice tremble, and you immediately stand straight when you hear the word. It didn't matter which brother, you just bumped into a prince. It is known that Helaena's brothers weren't cruel enough to kill anyone that bumped into them, but they weren't exactly sweethearts either.

You had hoped that you wouldn't bump into Aemond since it would mean that he could rat you out to your family, to his family, and to the other dragonriders for sneaking out of duty. But, fate wasn't on your side when you recognized his hum.

"I see. Not appearing in the dragonpit to... entertain my sister? Neglecting your duties," Aemond says lowly, eyeing you. Helaena glanced at you nervously. You had your head down in a pitiful nod, praying to the gods that Aemond would not tell this to your family, most importantly, his. He analyzes the two of you, his eye snapping to the way your hands are still intertwined.

"I asked for her." Helaena defended, her hand retreating back, which made you furrow your eyebrows while leaning down. Aemond raised an eyebrow because of it and also because he swore this was one of the only times he heard his sister talk without encrypted prophecies. In amusement, he scoffs and smirks at his sister.

He chuckles at the both of you before shaking his head affirmatively, both of you and Helaena looking at each other in confusion. "No need for defenses, dear sister. Carry on, the both of you. Hopefully cautious enough to not get caught."

He turned his head to glance at his sister, then at you, before humming. You nodded swiftly at what he said. You catch the subtle rise of one side of his lip before he stomps away. The familiar smell of dragon remains in your nose.

Both you and Helaena looked at each other, finally able to breath after the tense situation. Thankfully, it seemed that her brother had been lenient today, not making you both suffer further consequences.

She nodded at you, not uttering a word, as you saw the way her face looked at you with worry. She thought that you'd head back to the dragonpit, leaving her, but you grabbed her hand in yours and continued running to the godswood.

When you did, she smiled and quickly followed your step. When you both arrived, it was empty. The princess landed on the ground of the godswood with a loud thump, your heart almost dropping because of the loudness of the hit. She smiled at you as she patted the ground beside her.

You return her small box of insect collections when you sit beside her. Internally grimacing when she opens it and you are once more greeted with the various insects crawling around, you feel your skin tingle at the sight.

"This is the new one, the one you bought." She mutters, leaning her head on your shoulder while letting one of the insects crawl up her hand. You watch intently as she watches the insect move around her palm. You were the one to bring the insect to her, so it didn't scare you as much as others. It was a random insect you picked up and kidnapped on your way back to the Red Keep after doing your duty at the dragonpit.

She studies the foreign insect, whispering information that she's gathering just now, and you just watch her. You didn't even know why you were watching her, not even what she was doing, but just literally, her. You watched with so much focus that you noticed the way she hardly used her eyes to express her emotions, her voice always in a monotone.

That's how she always was. Studying the insects while watching them without a care in the world. This was your entertainment. Seeing her occasionally break out in a dorky smile with her recent findings on your gift insect for her.

She talks to you every now and then, asking trivial questions while you agree and nod carelessly. The way her words were so eloquent and specific made you swoon. This was how you two spent time with each other. You bring her insects from the cave in the dragonpit, and her wanting to sneak you out from your duties to analyze the insects with you.

Your attention was snapped when she jolts and loudly closes the box. You hadn't noticed yourself falling a tad sleepy while leaning on the wood as you watched her. You thought she was just tired, but when she shoots up to stand, your eyes grow wide.

"Mother," she says lowly. The green dress of Alicent comes into view as you turn to look up at her.

Alicent looks at you in subtle disgust, memories from her childhood resurfacing as she takes Helaena by the wrist. The princess flinches at this. Alicent notices her flinch, making her hold soften slightly.

"Your grace." You bowed courteously.

"Y/N, you seem to be with my daughter again." She brings it up while watching you closely. Eyeing the light clothing that you wore as a dragonrider. Her head turns to her daughter, and she is met with her uneasy eyes.

The queen gulps ever so subtly, nodding at you. "Well, I hope you wouldn't mind me borrowing my daughter for a bit. You may go back to your place, to the dragonpit, where you should be... performing your duties and not neglecting it."

Helaena looks at you with worry, not liking the tone of her mother. You hear her try to reason with you, and you try to defend yourself, but Alicent has already left. Dragging the young princess with her.

"Have I not told you to stay away from Y/N?" The queen hisses, entering her daughter's chambers and locking the door behind her.

She glares angrily at Helaena, this being the third time she has caught her daughter disobeying her command and remaining with you. Helaena had her lips pursed. She refused to answer. Her eyes merely looked at her mother in a way that Alicent could not truly pinpoint.

The younger woman mutters something under her breath, too low for Alicent to hear. She watched as Helaena left her there and went near the window, sitting down quietly, blocking her mother from her mind.

Their relationship isn't the worst, but it's leaning towards it.

Alicent sighs heavily, "Helaena." She walks to her daughter, sitting by her side. All Alicent wanted was to keep Helaena on a nice path, not on the path she once took before.

"I know you are fond of Y/N, there is no crime in that,"

"If it is not a crime, why forbid me from seeing her?" The younger scoots farther from her mother, staring uneasily.

The queen holds her hand gently, looking at Helaena's eyes. "Because both of you are a 'her', Helaena." She purses her lips. "A mirror into the past; dragons and wood," Helaena whispers to her mother.

"Helaena, you have to listen to me. Both of you are beautiful young maidens. To be betrothed to strong and dignified princes and knights. You, even, are already betrothed, but you still go with that... dragonrider." Alicent holds her shoulders, "I'm doing this for you, dear daughter."

They look at each other in silence.

"Am I wrong, mother?"

You went back to the Red Keep as quickly as possible after you had finished your duty in the dragonpit. Getting only into mild trouble after your sibling had covered for you, stating that you had been feeling unwell.

Though your father had not been nice to you about failing to inform them of your absence, it was bearable. You had hoped for the same for Helaena.

Given that it is already dark and the handmaidens are retreating back to their chambers, and you excusing yourself to rest now, you had went to a different route.

Creating a distraction to get rid of the guards in front of Helaena's room, doing one of the many distractions that work for them, you had almost gotten in. That was until someone pulled you away from the door.

"Unless you want to be greeted by the face of the Lord Hand, and by extension, locked up. I suggest you think again about entering my sister's chambers."

#hotd #house of the dragons #helaena x reader fic #helaena targaryen #helaena targaryen imagine #helaena targaryen fluff #helaena targaryen x reader fluff #hotd season 1 #hotd imagines #helaena fics #helaena targaryen fics

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h0tnspicy · 1 year

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Unfortunate Introductions // A.H

Warning(s): modern AU, alcohol, slight age gap, secret relationship, reader has already graduated college and in her late 20s, mentioned drug usage bc Aegon

You just arrived home from work one evening after an exhausting day, only to look down to receive a text from your mother that the holiday plans were canceled due to constraints in your siblings schedules. You checked the date, and realized they canceled only days in advance, leaving you high and dry.

“Great.” You mumbled, sitting alone in your car parked within your driveway. Rubbing your face, you groaned before collecting your things to trudge into your house. Maybe you’d find a half eaten ice creme tub to finish while you wallow in your own self pity.

Then, as if hearing the world rain upon your parade, you received a call from one of your best friends from college, Helaena Targaryen.

“Hey.” You answered, struggling to wedge your phone between your ear and shoulder as you opened the door.

“I need your help.” Helaena spoke through the phone, and you playfully rolled your eyes. Straight to the point as always, one of the things you respected about her.

“What’s up, Laena?”

“My mother invited us to bring our significant others to the house for the holidays.” She said, and you waited patiently for her to elaborate. “And my girlfriend can’t come.”

“I’m not being your fake girlfriend.” You said quickly, and much to your displeasure, you earned no reaction from your longtime friend.

“No.” She said, almost quicker than you had shut her down. It caused you to laugh, but she interrupted you. “I want you to come because my brother’s are bringing their girlfriends, and I don’t want to be the one left out.”

“Fine!” You groaned dramatically, but from the soft laugh Helaena let out, she knew you were joking. Then you added, “But only if you’re okay with third wheeling me, and your mom.”

“Never mind, I don’t want you to come.” Helaena revoked her invitation just as fast as you rejected her initially, but you weren’t that quick to cow against her.

Helaena was convinced that her mother had a budding crush on you, and made weak attempts to hide it. Her mother would constantly ask when Helaena was going to bring you to meet her, or the way she liked any photos on Helaena’s social media almost immediately if you were involved.

But in reality, it had grown to be a joke between you and Alicent to see how long you could hide your relationship from her children. It was going on eight months now.

“Well, that’s too bad…”You said, your previous laugh still pulling at your lips. Then a cheeky grin pulled across your face, before adding. “Your mom already invited me.”

Helaena huffed in frustration, before you realized the line went dead. You pulled the phone away from your face, with a soft laugh.

You weren’t offended by her lack of goodbye, it was rare for her to give you one. Usually most of your phone calls ended this way anyway, considering you’d made a habit of pushing her buttons.

Then your phone pinged, with Helaena’s name flashing across the screen.

Laena :) :

You haven’t met her, and don’t even know her name. She just calls you “the pretty engineer friend”.

You:

You’ll be calling me step mom if you keep this up. Read 9:39pm

There was no reply, and you assumed she was finished with the conversation. That was, until she sent you the address, and the time to arrive at her mother’s house. You hummed, realizing it would only be about an hour drive.

Sipping the glass of wine you poured yourself as you leaned against the kitchen counter, you opened another contact. You grinned into the rim of your wine glass, even before sending the message.

You:

The pretty engineer friend? Read 9:55pm

Ali 💚:

Don’t give me that. You call me “your mom” to her all the time.

A few seconds passed before another message pops up.

Ali 💚:

I’m just glad she didn’t realize that she’s never told me what you do for a living.

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Days passed, and you had found yourself out front of the Hightower household with a bottle of wine in your grasp.

Knocking on the door revealed a boy that you recognized as Aegon, if the smell of weed coming through his pores were any indication. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, and made no effort to hide his gaze as he drug it over your body.

You grew frustrated with his unabashed staring, and gripped the bottle in your grip tighter. “Can I come in?”

“Oh.” He realized his mistake but had the gall to look unashamed, before opening the door further to allow you space to enter. His hand slipped onto the expensive wine in your hand, before speaking up. “I can take that.”

You gave him a smile, but he didn’t fail to notice it not reach your eyes. “Thank you, but I’d like to give it to your mother personally.”

Aegon huffed, before trudging up the expensive staircase back to his room.

You felt slightly guilty from your treatment of him, considering you both hadn’t been formally introduced to one another. But, Helaena hadn’t painted a good picture of him during your time with her in college, considering his treatment of her.

Sure, he was your girlfriend’s older son, but he was also one of your best friends’s bullies throughout her younger years. Even as you tried to convince yourself to get along with him for the sake of your relationship, your solidarity remained with Helaena.

It’s one of the reasons Alicent was so enraptured by you, for your eagerness to defend Helaena whenever given the change.

You watched Aegon’s back as he disappeared above the steps, and your thoughts were interrupted by another clearing their throat within the room. You turned to see Alicent standing in the doorway that lead to the kitchen, and her heart warmed to see the tense expression across your face melt into a warm smile.

“It’s great to finally meet you, Ms. Hightower.” You said as you approached her, your smile molding into something more playful. It caused her to send a quick glare, before looking over the wine you handed her.

“Please, Alicent is just fine.” She said, remembering a similar conversation you both had when you originally met under separate circumstances. Either way, you both had to keep the facade that you hadn’t met until now. Her attention fell back to the bottle as she turned it in her hands. “My favorite. How’d you know?”

You gave a slight shrug, but your grin was still just as lively as before. You both knew exactly why you had picked this bottle, it was the exact bottle you bought the first time you shared drinks with her. “Lucky guess, you could say.”

She laughed at your words, before pointing toward the staircase that Aegon retreated to. “Helaena is in her room.”

You nodded, before making your way up the stairs toward the room you knew belonged to Helaena.

Alicent had began pouring herself a glass of the expensive wine, before hearing multiple shrieks come from upstairs followed by the slamming of a door. Seconds later, she was greeted by your flushed face standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Pour me one of those.” You instructed as you leaned against the kitchen island, and Alicent had to hide her laugh.

“I forgot to mention, her girlfriend came home early from abroad to surprise her.” Alicent said, already having a glass ready after hearing your scream.

“That would’ve been nice to know before barging in her room.” You said, before taking a heavy pull from the glass she poured.

Helaena then joined you both in the kitchen, and you both could tell from her demeanor that she was slightly embarrassed. Alicent quirked a brow at you in a sly way of telling you that you’d continue this conversation later, before turning her attention to her daughter.

“I’m sorry about that.” Helaena said, and you laughed it off with a wave of your hand. She began to knead her fingers together. “We haven’t seen each other in awhile.”

“It’s a wonderful way for me to meet your girlfriend.” You said laughing, causing Helaena to giggle. You then gave your best friend one of your signature smirks, knowing you were about to say something shameful, her face flushed with embarrassment at the thought of what you’d say. “I would’ve shook her hand, but it was too busy knotted in your hair.”

Alicent choked from across the island, and reached out a hand to slap across your shoulder. She was scared you offended her daughter, until Alicent noticed the look Helaena cut your way as she let out a small laugh.

She had almost forgotten how close you both really were, even with your dueling personalities. You were her daughter’s friend, before you were Alicent’s partner.

Normally, words such as yours from another would’ve caused Helaena to scurry off in awkward embarrassment into the sanctity of her room, especially in the presence of her mother. But now, Helaena stood with a glint of challenge within her eyes.

“You’re unbearable.” Helaena said with a shake of her head, before retreating back to her room. The sounds of her footsteps were drowned out by your laughter, before you had gotten lost in conversation with Alicent once again.

—

The remainder of the night was spent with various activities, and sharing embarrassing stories of the platinum haired children. Some of the stories were unknown to Alicent, mostly the ones you shared about Helaena throughout college.

During one of Aemond’s stories about his brother crying during his eighteenth birthday, you had retreated to the kitchen to retrieve more wine, collecting Alicent’s glass to pour her another. Everyone brushed your acts of service to Alicent as simply your charming behavior, and want to make a good impression on the woman.

You hadn’t noticed the shadow that followed you into the kitchen, and turned around to notice Aegon’s girlfriend perched next to you on the counter.

Not bothering to remember her name, you gave her a slight nod in acknowledgement. She had taken that as an invitation to start conversation, and you almost sighed in frustration.

Her fingertips brushed against your arm, considering your jacket was long forgotten once the wine began to warm your veins. She asked various questions, obviously trying to prod at who you were outside of Helaena’s best friend.

She asked about your job, what you did there, and where you lived. Your answers were short, and rather concise as you busied yourself filling the glasses until she leaned over to snatch one from your grasp.

You sneered at her, until she hopped of the counter to invade your personal space. In an attempt to regain the distance between you both, you stepped back, only to be met by the hard counter against your hips.

She grinned in triumph, and the glare upon your face only continued to set within your brow. Somehow, the beer she had been drinking with Aegon had rendered her useless to picking up on social queues.

You were about to push her away, until a voice spoke up from across the kitchen, in a tone demanding her to get away from you.

“Shouldn’t you be in Aegon’s room? That’s where he wandered off to, I suggest you join him.”

Both your attentions had snapped toward the voice, and Aegon’s girlfriend was quick to stumble away from you at the sight of his mother. She scurried out of the kitchen without another word, and you sighed in relief until you felt a weight pushing your hips against the counter once again.

Greeted by the sight of Alicent in front of you, you grinned. Her thumb grazed against the skin of your hip, where your shirt had ridden up, and you almost shuddered at the contact. She took the glass of wine from your hand, before taking a sip. Her eyes had never left your face, and you had began to grow flushed at the attention.

You were about to open your mouth to speak, but we’re interrupted when Alicent pulled you up upon the counter by your thighs. She then slotted herself between your legs, before tracing the outline of your lips.

It was always Alicent’s tell when she wanted to kiss you, and a smirk took over your lips before you leaned up toward her.

She sighed into the kiss, the tension in her shoulders from the previous interaction melting away. Alicent pulled away to rest her forehead against your own, and both of you basked in the moment of solitude.

This hadn’t been the first time you had found yourself in Alicent’s kitchen in this position, but the circumstances had been much more detrimental. She had shared the news with you that her father had died, and although it felt as if she had been rotting from the inside out, she had to remain strong for her children. With her head upon your shoulder, as she desperately clutched at your waist, she cried as she recalled the manipulation of her father during her younger years. You ran your fingers through the ends of her hair, and whispered softly in an attempt to calm her wracking sobs.

You think that’s when you both realized your love for one another.

You sighed against her now as your body continued to melt into Alicent, and you wound your arms around her shoulders.

“I have to travel out of the country for work in a few weeks.” Alicent was the first one to break your solitude, but she made no effort to move away from you. Her hands toyed with a loose string on your pants, and couldn’t bring her eyes to yours. “You should come with me.”

You grinned at the proposition, and leaned back to stare at her. She seemed shy even mentioning such an idea, and still seemed enraptured by the extra strings upon your clothes.

“I’d have to move some stuff around, and work remote for the time we’re away.” You said thoughtfully, before nodding. “I think I can work it out. I’d love to go with you.”

Alicent grinned at your words, before capturing you once again in a kiss. It had grown more heated as relief, and satisfaction filled Alicent’s mind. She pulled you closer by your hips, as your fingers began to thread through her red hair.

“It’s great to finally meet my mother’s girlfriend.” Was spoke within the kitchen, causing you both to pull away from each other like opposite sides of a magnet.

Your head slammed against the cabinet behind you, causing you to yelp, and hold your head. Alicent looked at you with worry as her hands hovered over your face. Shaking your head in a silent gesture that you were fine, you both turned toward the voice you heard only moments before.

Helaena almost laughed at the expression that crossed both your faces, and the fact her mother was too shocked to even move out from between your legs. You both mirrored one another with your looks of shame, although you were still grimacing slightly. Helaena couldn’t decide if it was from embarrassment, or the fact the back of your head was already bruising.

“Look, Helaena..” Alicent began to speak, but was interrupted by her daughter. You noticed a slight slight twitch at the corner of her lip, and you could almost hear her words before they even parted her lips.

“I’d shake your hand, but they seemed busy buried in my mother’s hair.”

You groaned.

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