#alice too i chose a hot one

[zaldritzosrose]

Lessons In Pleasure (Aegon x Reader x Harwin)

Summary: Your marriage to Aegon was as good as expected, but you wanted a little more...passion. Rhaenyra, ever the dutiful sister knew just who to send to give your husband a few lessons in pleasing a woman.

TW: Minors DNI, She/Her pronouns, afab reader, Harwin Strong and his horse cock, Rhaenyra being the best sister, Aegon (kinda) getting cucked and liking it, fingering, oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, praise kink, p in v sex, Harwin showing Aegon how to fuck, canon-typical incest, twin/targcest, they are happy families in this, use of High Valyrian.

Reader has more Hightower coded features but isn't explicitly described.

Words: 5088 (yes...I know)

THANK YOU to @legitalicat for not only trusting me with this idea but betaing for me too! You're an angel!

Hāedar = little sister

Valonquar = little brother

Ābrazȳrys = wife

Valzȳrys = husband

Rhaenyra was grateful to have been given the chance to decide on her own husband. When originally presented to her, she was disgusted by the idea of marriage all together. But when Harwin Strong made his affections for her clear, she knew that was the man she would marry.  

After almost two decades of marriage and having three boys together, Rhaenyra could safely say she had chosen well. Not only was Harwin an amazing man and wonderful father to their boys, but he kept her well satisfied. The man was nearly solid muscle and hung like a horse. In their times alone, it was not unusual for his head to be placed between her thighs or for him to him to rut into her like she was a bitch in heat.  

Harwin was nothing if not devoted to his wife. He would give her the world if she asked. He stood at her side, the ever-looming presence that reminded those around them Rhaenyra was not to be toyed with. He knew she was capable of protecting herself, of course, but he could not allow himself to leave his wife to her own protection.  

Their devotion and love to each other, however, was in complete contrast to the marriages between Rhaenyra’s siblings. Well, one of them. The marriage of Helaena to Cregan Stark had been unexpected, yes, but having met the man at a tourney, he was all her sweet sister desired. Nobody would deny Helaena. Aemond and Daeron were too involved in their studies to give much mind to marriage. Their time would come, of course, but for now they could do as they pleased. The problem marriage was yours. 

When Alicent had given birth to you first, Viserys was disappointed once more. What is a king without a son? But within the hour, your twin finally made his presence known. The King finally had a son. Aegon Targaryen, second of his name, had accomplished more just with his birth than anyone would hope from you.  

As you grew into people, you and your twin were far different. You were far different from any of your siblings. You had fewer Valyrian features if any at all. But there was a fire inside you that left little room for doubt of your heritage, complete with a dragon you claimed not long after the time Aegon claimed Sunfyre.  

The fire in you was different too. Most of your family were hot headed, quick to anger and rash in action. You wouldn’t say you were smarter, but it was like you controlled your fire instead of the other way around. You could remain calm. Your logic could outweigh your desires time and time again.  

Until it came to your twin. For better or worse, he was half of you. You were devoted to him as much as Rhaenyra was devoted to Harwin, or your Uncle Daemon to his wife Laena. Every moment he needed defending, it was you who did so. If he needed soothing, he would find you. As you grew and matured, he loved you as you loved him.  

The problem came with his drinking. He was nearly always drunk by the time you both were fourteen. He functioned well throughout the day even if he was drunk. But once the sun gave way to the stars, he got sloppy. Drinking so much he made a mess of himself was how he chose to spend every evening. He would stumble to his bed, stinking of wine. 

Luckily, Rhaenyra was a good and comforting presence in your life. Listening to any and all issues you wished to unload on her.

As a child, it would range from not yet having a dragon, which was rectified by the tender age of twelve when you claimed your precious Starfyre. That pale purple dragon, almost iridescent, a contrast to the golden scales of Aegon’s Sunfyre, but somehow complimenting him perfectly. Just as you did with Aegon.

Then as you had aged and began to notice boys, Rhaenyra was the one to talk about romance, courting and all it entailed. Explaining the more, as you would bemoan, embarrassing parts of a relationship but you knew Rhaenyra wanted to look after you. But she did also tell you, that the King would likely choose your husband for you.

And you knew what that meant. You would be given to someone. Someone that, if you were unlucky, you did not know.

But the gods were on your side when your betrothal to Aegon was announced it seemed. Marrying your twin would surely be better than a stranger, you hoped. But Aegon was still a drunk. Unable to refrain from wine no matter the time of day. Not exactly the husband you craved and wished for.

As always, Rhaenyra was there. Comforting you where Aegon could not. It was not that he did not love you. He adored the very bones of you, and he would tell you time and time again.

But he was a mess of a man, by his own admission. Struggling with the weight of being the King’s eldest son and now, your husband. He had never meant to make you feel the way you did, you knew that. Because how could he, if you had never told him what you were feeling.

You had always known Aegon had a voracious appetite, for wine, for pleasure, anything really. Yet, you felt as though he was focused on completing the deed when he bedded you and you could not understand it. You listened, now when Rhaenyra was gushing about Harwin, after you had begged her to. Just to hear how it should be.

“Please, Nyra…” you held her hand tight, the look in your eyes desperate enough to convince the elder princess.

“Do you really wish to know of my bedroom activities, hāedar?” Rhaenyra asked, tugging you to sit on the couch by her fire.

You nodded in earnest.

“There is a reason and I beg you not to tell Aegon.”

Rhaenyra could see you were serious, you never kept secrets from your twin unless you must. She relented then, waiting for your first question.

“I have to know, is it…normal…for the husband to spend so little time on the wife’s pleasure before the act?”

Your voice was so unsure. Not embarrassed to tell your sister, but more embarrassed to voice on the topic at all. Sex was not an easy topic for some, you included. But you knew Rhaenyra was the right person to talk to.

“No, hāedar. Not in my experience. Harwin is quite intent on bringing me pleasure as many times as he can before I even see his cock.” Rhaenyra smirked, both at your reaction to her crass words and at the memory of that morning. When Harwin had delayed his duties just to feast upon, in his words, ‘the most delicious meal a man may have, his wife’s cunt’.

You sighed then and Rhaenyra instantly saw the change in your expression.

“Is something the matter, does our brother not give you the same treatment?”

She was not mocking you, for you could see the genuine concern in Rhaenyra’s expression and hear it in her tone. You only shook your head.

“Not that he does not do anything. He just…it seems like he is not as interested in what comes before as much as he is the sex itself.”

You did not know the word for it. Anything a couple did before sex, but you knew there must be more than having Aegon’s fingers momentarily buried in your cunt before he would rut into to you and chase his own pleasures, before passing out beside you. By Rhaenyra’s expression, you knew you were right.

“Have you told him, told him what you want him to do?” Rhaenyra asked, though she was already formulating a plan.

Again, you shook your head. You knew of Aegon’s past. The way his name was known in every whorehouse in the city, and yet that debauched nature seemed to never reach you. Rhaenyra took your hand, a mischievous in her eyes.

“Leave it to me, hāedar.”

You thought nothing more of your conversation with Rhaenyra as you prepared for your usual dragonflight with Aegon. Something the two of you did weekly.

“Ābrazȳrys,” Aegon smiled, knowing hearing his High Valyrian was a weakness of yours and he was right, a soft blush on your cheeks as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck.

Drunk, but not stumbling. His usual state, functional enough to navigate the day. He squeezed you a little, the way he had hugged you since you were both small. A gesture you were glad he continued.

“Valzȳrys,” you responded, feeling him smile against your skin.

“Shall we?”

“You want me to do what?” Harwin asked, not for the first time. It was like he could not believe the words Rhaenyra spoke.

Aegon followed you to your dragons, his arm loose around your waist as he walked. He was not shy with his public affections, and you could never deny he loved and desired you. But speaking with Rhaenyra had told you something was missing. As you mounted your dragon, all thoughts of that conversation left you the moment Starfyre left the dragonpit and made for the skies, Sunfyre on her tail.

“Teach my brother how to fuck his wife, properly. The poor girl is woefully unsatisfied.” Rhaenyra stated, as if she were talking of the weather or that night’s meal.

Harwin simply stood there, all thought, and reason gone from his mind. His wife wanted him to show her brother how to fuck? The prince who was known in all whorehouses and more for his depravities and salacious appetites? Rhaenyra could not be serious.

“I will not say it again Harwin. My sister deserves a man who knows how to care for her every need.” Rhaenyra smiled, stepping close enough to press her body to Harwin’s, her grin widening when he sighed in defeat.

“Show him, do it yourself first if you must. Hold his cock and put it in the right place if needs be.”

Harwin’s eyes were nearly burst from their sockets. It would not be the first time he had bedded someone at Rhaenyra’s behest. But these were her siblings. The look on her face however, and the love he held for you as a sister, was enough to convince him.

“Fine, you are lucky I love you so…”

Harwin had heard the prince and princess had returned and retired to their chambers. Rhaenyra had near pushed him out the door at the news. It was now or never it seemed, though he had no clue where he would even begin.

He was a few feet from your chambers when he heard the soft moans and the gentle movement of the bed. Harwin took a breath and prepared to close his eyes as he shoved the thankfully unlocked door open.

“Harwin!” you exclaimed, grabbing a nearby sheet, and shielding your naked form.

Aegon was less concerned with his nudity but used his body to shield you a little.

“Is there a reason you have walked into our chambers uninvited, good brother?”

Harwin locked eyes with you, and you knew. Rhaenyra had sent him, because of your conversation.

“Rhaenyra?” Was all you said and Aegon looked entirely confused, his gaze swinging between you and Harwin.

The knight nodded, a silent exchange that told you what you needed to know but not Aegon. Your husband was more than confused and sat back on his haunches to look at you.

“What is going on?” he asked you, but Harwin answered.

“It appears, that your wife is not entirely satisfied with your abilities, good brother.” Harwin spoke firmly but gently as he settled down onto the couch parallel to your bed. His eyes stayed trained, for now, on Aegon.

But Aegon was looking at you.

“Is this true?” He looked hurt, those perpetually sad eyes staring down at you.

You sat up, holding the sheet close to you with one hand while the other nervously toyed with one of your auburn curls, a trait inherited from your mother.

“He is not wrong. I want…more.” You tried to maintain eye contact, and Aegon did not look angry which was good, you supposed.

“More? Like inviting Harwin in, more?” He asked, still not quite grasping the situation.

Harwin could see you floundering, and he spoke up.

“Not quite like that, Aegon. More…to show you what you are failing in.” Harwin did not mean to sound harsh, but it was the essence of it.

You wished for what Rhaenyra had. A man who would worship you from head to toe before fucking you senseless. Something it seemed Aegon was not doing. Aegon opened his mouth to speak but said nothing as Harwin stood up, removing his outer layer and moving towards the bed.

“It seems you are in need of lesson, my prince.” Harwin smiled, watching the blush on your cheeks as he got closer and closer.

You had always found Harwin handsome, telling Rhaenyra how lucky she was to have someone like him so devoted to her. Not that Aegon was not to you. The closer Harwin got, the more Aegon realised just what he meant by ‘lesson’.

Silently, he moved aside, watching as Harwin kneeled at the foot of the bed. He was just above eye level with your body, and you sat up on your elbows. Anticipation had you, the way his deep brown eyes bored into yours had a fire in your blood you had not felt in a little while.

“Now, princess, do you wish me to show your husband how a man worships his wife?” Harwin asked, his voice lower than you had ever heard. A sound that sent a shiver down your spine. You nodded, but that was not enough.

“Words, sweet girl. I need to hear you say it, and I am sure your husband does too?”

You looked at Aegon, who was flitting his eyes between you and where Harwin waited at your feet. He looked torn between being upset and impossibly aroused, based on the faint flush on his skin and the half hard cock between his legs.

“Show us.”

Harwin was gentle, far gentler than he would be with Rhaenyra as he gripped your knees. Tugging you down the bed and pushing the sheet from your body. Now, fully exposed you felt a flush of heat send your skin pink. You could feel his breath on your skin, the roughness of his palms on your thighs as he kneaded the flesh of them.

“Watch carefully, my prince.”

Your breath hitched the moment you felt Harwin’s lips on your inner thigh. Gentle kisses as his large hands pushed your thighs wider. Everything was already so different. Aegon was always gentle, but he was not as tender and slow as Harwin was being.

“You must take your time…savour everything you have before you…” Harwin mumbled to Aegon as he moved higher and higher, the coarse hair of his beard already sending pleasure shooting into your core.

Aegon did as he was bid and watched. Watched as Harwin kissed and nibbled your thighs until his nose brushed the apex, just shy of your cunt. He listened to the soft moans and whimpers that left your lips. Sounds he had heard at times.

But the moan that left you when Harwin finally reached your mound was near sinful, your head shooting up to watch what the knight was doing.

“Oh!” Was all you managed to exclaim the moment Harwin’s tongue took its first taste of you.

Harwin could not lie, you tasted divine. It seemed Targaryen women were each as delicious as the other. He took his time, easing you into it. His tongue taking languid strokes between your folds as his nose pushed against your pearl and his beard scratched your thighs.

The moans you let out were no more than incoherent sounds, your hands already gripping the sheets as Harwin had you hurtling towards your peak. His eyes looked up then, meeting yours for a split second before he took one of your hands and placed it on the back of his head.

“Show me what you want, sweet girl.” He urged, slowing down to force you to take control.

With a whimper and a quick glance to Aegon you gripped Harwin’s hair, which he’d left out of his usual tie. Pulling softly at the strands, you held him against your core and let your body choose what to do. Hips rolling gently as he let his tongue slip back between your folds. Before you knew it, your stomach tightened, and you were whimpering what sounded like Harwin’s name.

Aegon could not tear his eyes away from you now. He had never really paid attention to what you looked like when you came. Flushed skin, your eyes screwed shut as you let out those sweet, soft moans. And he realised he needed to watch you do it again and again. What surprised him now, was that Harwin did not stop.

Your hand loosened on the knight’s hair, but his mouth did not leave you. His hands found your hips and pulled you back to his mouth, listening to the surprised yelp you gave as he began to devour you. There was no other word for it. He was not as gentle as the first time.

Now he was showing what he was capable of.

With grunts and groans of his own, Harwin gave you know reprieve as he fucked his tongue in and out of you, holding you with one large hand as his other moved down to let his fingers join his tongue.

Your eyes rolled the moment he pushed a finger inside. They were thicker than Aegon’s, the rough skin only adding to your pleasure. Curses began to slip from your lips and Aegon could feel his own cock hardening watching you writhe against Harwin’s face. He resisted the temptation to touch himself, to intent on watching you fall apart again.

Harwin pulled away as you peaked, giving you the chance to relax and breathe slowly. And when he looked over at Aegon, the prince could see the faint sheen of your release on the knight’s face and beard.

“Never let her only peak once, the more she comes now, the more sensitive she will be later. And trust me, it is all the better for you.” Harwin rumbled out as he stood.

He shed his own clothing quickly. Finally revealing the sheer length and girth of his own cock. Even Aegon could not help but stare. No wonder Rhaenyra was so well satisfied, he thought.

Even you began to wonder if he expected to be able to fit that inside you, as you assumed that was where this was going. The rest of Harwin was just as impressive. This muscle built his entire body. Just the sight of him a fresh rush of arousal dripping from you.

“Are you ready, princess, we will take our time?” Harwin asked softly, climbing on to the bed next to you, helping you move slightly to accommodate him.

“Yes...” you replied softly, the aftereffects of your two previous orgasms still lingering.

Harwin let his hands trail over your body, as if he was marvelling at just how small you looked beneath them. From your hips and up to your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh gently to gauge your reaction. And when you whimpered softly, he was a little firmer, adding his lips to the mix.

What surprised you, was when he reached out to Aegon. Taking the younger’s hand and placing it on your other breast.

“Copy what I do.”

Aegon watched as Harwin let his hand cup your breast as his thumb began to swipe gently over your nipple, watching the skin pebble and perk as your whimpered out in pleasure. Aegon did his best to replicate the movement, watching and listening as you reacted just the same, back arching to meet his hand.

“My best advice will always be, to listen. If she moans and pulls you close, keep going.”

You were barely listening to what Harwin said, too focused on the different sensations. Where Harwin’s palm was large and rough, Aegon’s was a little smaller and softer. But the touch from both was enough to have you craving more. When Aegon’s hand slowed to watch Harwin, your own gripped it, begging him to keep touching you. And he did, knowing that you were showing him exactly what you wanted from him.

“Good girl.” Harwin cooed and you moaned in response.

“Do you hear that? Our princess likes being told she is a good girl…” Harwin but emphasis on the praise, listening as you groaned softly again.

Aegon did his best to listen to you and Harwin. Putting everything he heard and saw into his memory. He had never considered you would have your own wants and, dare he say, depravities. He had been afraid of treating you too much like his whores of the past. He wanted to make love, not fuck you. But maybe he had been wrong.

Harwin’s lips were latched to your neck and Aegon was quick to copy, following the path Harwin took on your opposite side. And your moans increased the harder they kissed. Aegon even began to take his own initiative when you gave out a whimper at his lips on your pulse. Kissing you harder until you moaned out his name.

“Well done, my prince.”

The knight let his hand move down your stomach, trailing over your hips and down to your cunt, feeling the slick skin and spreading your arousal around to prepare you for the next lesson.

“Time to learn how to properly fuck your wife.” Harwin smiled. He had to admit, he was having a little fun with this. You were just as responsive as Rhaenyra, but with a little more softness and innocence.

Large hands gripped your waist and lifted you gently. Your body was like putty in Harwin’s grip, two orgasms already making feel light. He settled you on his stomach, the rough trail of hair hitting your pearl just right as your got comfortable.

Harwin knew any position would be a lot for you to take him in, he was fully aware of his more than average size. This was about your pleasure, and he did not want to hurt you. He was already rock hard and waiting, but he let you take the lead here.

“Go slowly, princess. I am a lot to take.” The wink he gave you made you giggle, relaxing you a little more.

You moved slightly and Harwin held your waist with one hand while his other wrapped around the base of his cock. You were not sure you were ever going to be quite prepared, but the anticipation was too much. You had only ever laid with Aegon, this would be a change.

Harwin guided you down, listening to your soft whimper at the stretch. He kept up his praise as you took him inch by inch. And he was impressed to see you sink down to his base.

“Well done, sweet girl…” he smiled, stroking his hands up the curve of your hips and back again, letting you adjust to the intrusion.

Aegon watched in near disbelief. Seeing Harwin’s cock disappear between your folds, the sheer stretch of it and the moans you could not hold in. With a little encouragement, you began to move. Rolling your hips slowly and coating Harwin’s cock in your slick. The stretch stung, but not enough to take away the pleasure.

And soon you were rolling your hips in earnest. Your hand on Harwin’s broad chest to steady yourself. You had ridden Aegon a handful of times, usually having too little confidence in your ability to move as you should. Harwin’s hands held you steady, helping you keep your rhythm.

“Let her lead. When she is on top, she is in charge. When you are, you control the rhythm.” Harwin instructed through rough groans. Your movements getting more confident and drawing out his own pleasure.

Aegon let his own hand drift to his cock. He could not resist the throbbing pleasure any longer. You looked so beautiful, and something about seeing you on top of another man had him more aroused than he expected. His hand was tight on his cock, eyes never leaving you as he watched the roll of your hips against Harwin’s body. Adding in your gentle moans and Harwin’s growls and grunts, it had him near coming just from the sight.

“Not so fast, Aegon. I will let you put what I have shown into practice soon enough.” Harwin grunted, his hands now bouncing you up and down on his thick length.

Your moans were louder than Aegon had ever heard. Sounds he had not thought you capable of. But he had been wrong about many things today it seemed.

“Gods…I...I…” You panted as your nails dug into Harwin’s chest.

He had not been wrong, Aegon realised. The two previous peaks had left you sensitive enough to already be so close to a third. Your body was glistening in sweat, skin flushed, and your head thrown back as you panted and moaned your way through your third peak of the night.

“Fuck…” You groaned as Harwin rolled your bodies over and began pounding into you with abandon.

Aegon could feel his own cock throbbing painfully as he watched you moan and writhe under Harwin, the bed hitting the wall with the force of the knight’s thrusts, but you seemed to be enjoying it all the more. Soon enough, Harwin was pulling out of you and coating your stomach with his seed, growling, and grunting as he tugged his cock to release. Your eyes were closed, and you looked well and truly fucked out, your breath coming out in heaving pants as your high subsided.

“That is how a woman should look when she has been well fucked, my prince.” Harwin panted, pushing his hair from his face.

Aegon could do nothing but nod, as Harwin left the bed and retrieved a cloth to clean his seed from your stomach. Your eyes opened and saw only Aegon. And then his still hard cock.

“It is your turn now, is not, valonquar?” You smiled, your hand reaching out for him.

Aegon did not hesitate, pressing his lips to yours like he was a man starved. Forgetting that Harwin remained in the room, his hands settled on your waist as Aegon’s lips took a path down your neck and lower.

“Do not forget, take your time, my prince.” Harwin called, as he dressed.

Aegon only grunted in response. He had never felt quite so desperate for you. Whether it was desire or jealousy he did not know. But he did not care. He wanted to show you he had listened and learned.

His hand kneaded your breast as it had before, while his lips found the unattended one. Harwin had settled himself on the sofa, watching as though to ensure the prince truly had learned a lesson.

Aegon took his time as best he could, listening intently for your moans. Feeling how your body arched to chase his kisses and touches. Your hand in his hair to keep him close to your body. Confident now, in silently asking for what you wanted. And Aegon was quick to oblige, remaining where you held him until you tugged him away.

“Fuck me, please…” You whispered; you had never asked that way. Never asked so directly.

And it sent a shot of pleasure right to Aegon’s cock, earning you a groan in approval.

“Anything for you, my love…” He whispered into your neck as he took his place between your thighs.

His thrusts were slow to start, knowing three orgasms in now had you more sensitive than ever. But he wanted to do this right. He eased into you, before glancing at Harwin for approval he did not realise he needed.

“Hold her thigh at your waist, let her hook her leg round if she needs to.” Harwin instructed, knowing what Aegon needed now.

No one was doubting Aegon’s experience. But a whore was different to a wife, in some respects.

Aegon did as instructed, and the gentle change of angle had your eyes rolling back and Aegon’s name slipping from your lips.

“Praise her, you know she likes it now.” Harwin called again and Aegon leaned down to capture your lips.

He knew well enough what to say.

“My good girl, taking me so well after three peaks…” Aegon groaned into your ear as he sped up, all but pounding into you now, desperate for his own release.

The moans he got in return only spurred him on. You were both wound so tight it would not be long.

“Yes, good girl…” He whispered again, as he gripped your thigh tight and pulled it higher.

Both of you cared only for release now. He could practice Harwin’s teachings another time. Your nails were digging into his skin, and you were urging him on with your heel at his back.

“Please...” You moaned but you knew you needed to be clearer.

“Harder Aegon…”

That was enough for him. He wanted to give you everything you wanted and more. You had never been this vocal with your needs in bed. And he would deny you nothing. His hand moved from your thigh to the headboard as he went as deep as he could, wanting to show you he could do as well as Harwin clearly had.

You were so close to your fourth peak that Aegon could barely thrust into you with the way your walls clenched around him. His own cock throbbed hard within you as he felt his own release pulsing through him.

Neither of you heard Harwin leave, too lost in your own pleasures. But the knight could hear your loud moans and the slam of the bed into the stone wall. A stark contrast to the soft, timid moans he had entered to.

He was a few feet from your rooms when he heard you near scream Aegon’s name, a sound that told him Aegon had learned, and learned well. Harwin could only smirk and mumble to himself as he walked away.

“Well done, my prince.”

[sweetenerobert]

“mommy, where’s santa?”

3.1k / modern!dave york x dad!male reader

summary: molly questions where santa is and carol can’t seem to give a clear answer as she wonders where her husband ran off to

warnings: strong language, cheating (established secret relationship), dirty talk, unprotected p in a, dave can’t keep his hands away from you, choking, spanking, sex in a closet, slight bondage, pet names (baby, angel) marking kink, creampie, no use of m/n or y/n, let me know if I missed anything! (not proofread)

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a/n: i could’ve wrote something with joel, but i chose dave because im a ✨indecisive mess✨ also, MERRY CHRISTMAS

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Kids were running around, laughing, eating, and talking about what they wanted for Christmas with their friends while drinking hot chocolate. Christmas music was playing throughout the speakers of the venue where the event was set.

The smell of peppermint and cinnamon flew through the air, bringing the mood for Christmas to an all-time high.

But there was one big problem. Santa was nowhere to be found. Kids were asking their parents left and right, and parents were getting annoyed at Carol, knowing that Dave was supposed to dress up as Santa. The sudden situation made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Goosebumps riddled her body as she saw Molly walk up to ask her an all-too-familiar question everyone else was asking her. “Mommy, where’s Santa?”

Carol gets down to her daughter's level. “Santa’s just running a little late.”

Molly's eyes trail down to her hands as she plays with her fingertips; the little girl starts balancing her toes through her Mary Jane Doc Martens. "But, you said Santa's never late; that's how he makes it to so many houses on time," Molly spoke, hiding the sadness in her voice.

Carol huffs a smile, noticing how smart her daughter and strokes her daughter's face, pushing a stranded piece of hair behind her ear in her best attempts to calm her daughter. "There's always a first time for everything, but baby, I promise Santa will be here for you — for everyone, and he'll get whatever you ask him."

"He will?" Molly smiled, glancing back at her mom.

Carol smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, he will."" Molly quickly wrapped her arms around her mom's neck while Carol wrapped her arms around Molly's small frame. As Carol backed up from the embrace, she saw a smile from her daughter that could light up an entire room. “Now, did you get a candy cane for Alice?”

“No, not yet,” Molly smiled.

“Well,” Carol smiled. “Let’s get your sister one, and we’ll wait for Santa together. Sound fun?”

Molly didn't answer. She just nodded and giggled at her mother. As Carol stood up, Molly started to run off to the table that lay candy canes, her smile beaming ear to ear. Carol hits Dave’s contact, trying to find where her husband is. “C’mon, Dave. Pick up the phone,” She grumbles, bringing the phone to her ear.

Your back clashes against a rickety shelf, making objects fall next to the two passionate, — hungry people’s lips melting together. Dave’s leathered-covered hands were melted on your waist, while yours were in his hair, passing your nails through his locks like sand. Hearing a phone vibrate in the distance, choosing to ignore it.

Dave had discarded the itchy fake beard on the closet floor to get better access to your lips, and the red jacket’s buttons hadn't been closed — practically ripped open by you.

Dave’s lips began attacking your jaw, his lips biting the skin on your neck. You hiss a moan as Dave sucks your neck like a vampire. His hands travel down to palm your ass, a tight grip makes you yelp softly, a sly chuckle escaping Dave's lips.

“Fuck, I can tell Santa is getting antsy.”

“You don't know how bad I’ve been waiting to do this, to mark your skin, to taste you,” Dave growls into your skin, sending goosebumps all over your neck.

Dave’s mouth was hot on your neck, his lips sucking and biting against your soft skin, making you grip his short hair in retaliation. Your pants bounce all over the small area in the closet.

Taking your hands off Dave’s cranium, you slip them underneath his red jacket. You were pushing your hands up in an attempt to get the coat off. Dave, in one motion — mouth still latched onto your neck, takes the jacket and throws it on the ground, revealing the grey tank top underneath.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, you taste like fuckin’ heaven.”

Your nails latch onto Dave’s shoulder as he forcefully places his lips onto yours. Dave brings his hands up from your ass to your neck, lightly choking you. As the kissing was passionate, Dave’s grip under your neck was intoxicating; you wanted more of him.

“Fuck Dave, I want you so fucking bad,” You breathed.

“So fucking needy, I don't want to put you on the naughty list, right?”

“I’m already at the fucking top, written in red,” You state, trailing your hand from Dave’s shoulder to his cock. Dave hisses his teeth at your sudden action.

“Naughty boy, I should teach you a lesson on how to be good,” Dave retorted.

“What do you have in mind?” You smirked.

Dave takes his mouth off yours and brings himself close to your ear. “Turn the hell around and wait for me.” Dave lets go of the grip around your throat; you take a deep breath, trying to get oxygen back in your body.

You turn around, placing your hands on a shelf near your head. You heard shuffling come from behind, but you didn’t turn around, you just waited — almost eagerly for what Dave was going to do.

Licking your teeth, you were met by Dave’s body colliding against yours, feeling his length against your ass. “You feel what you’re doing to me, baby. I can't get enough of you.”

Dave takes your hands off the shelf you were grasping and places them behind you. Dave had taken the belt of the Santa jacket and wrapped the leather belt around your hands, the large strap keeping your hands tied behind your back.

Dave slips his hands onto your pants, unbuttons your jeans, and slips your underwear and jeans down to your ankles. You feel Dave press himself through the soft material feeling his covered length against your ass.

“I swear, you have the best ass,” Dave starts, smacking his hand against your ass. You hiss in pleasure. “In the whole fuckin’ world.” You hear a grunt escape Dave’s lips, suggesting that he’s in a rush to take off the pants he was forced to wear.

You could feel his cock press up against your ass, but you felt it back up from you. You hear Dave spit, and you don't think anything from it until you feel the tip of Dave’s cock slowly slide in. You suck in a deep breath.

"Damn it, I can never get enough of you," Dave growled.

You could feel Dave's cock stretch you out, slowly, painfully enjoying every inch inside you. Dave’s hips had a mind of their own as his thrust started slow, but his thighs clapped against your ass.

Dave's slow thrusts became more and more intense, but you loved every second of it. With each clap, your moans kept escaping your lips, and Dave’s cock slipped out of you as you moved forward.

“Are you trying to run, baby?”

“Too intense, sorry, Davie,” You breathed.

A hard smack against your ass makes you yelp in pain as you feel a harsh tug on your wrist. Your arms being attached to you — your back collided with Dave’s firm chest.

“You’re going to take every inch of my dick, I’m going to mark my handprint on that sweet ass of yours, and I need you to never call me Davie again, understand,” Dave commanded.

You nod. Immediately, Dave lets go of the tight grip on the belt and places his palm on your back. He was leaning you back down on the shelf, having the perfect arch for your ass to poke out.

Dave adjusts himself — sliding his cock inside you, but he doesn't go slow. His thrusts were fast, and you didn't care if anyone heard the claps or moans that escaped your lips.

Dave had gripped his hands on the belt tightly, making the leather rub against your skin, and he was enjoying the sounds escaping your lips. Dave was enjoying that his cock was making you moan, whimper and beg for him.

"Baby, those sounds, make my cock twitch like crazy," Dave growled.

“I love your cock so much, Dave. God. It's so fucking amazing.”

“That's it, beg for me, angel,” Dave grunted, smacking your ass.”

With Dave’s firm hand, making contact with your bare ass, you moan as a reflex. Another smack came across your ass, another, and another, and another. You became a moaning bullhorn — bearing your teeth, you lay your forehead on the shelf as you feel each thrust rock the shelf.

"Baby, I'm so fuckin" close.”

Dave’s thrusts had become more animalistic, hot, and intense. It was reminiscent of the other times you were like this. The stress disappeared the second you saw each other, just two dads helping each other. You loved this; this moment was something you always yearned for whenever you needed a stress reliever.

You hear growls escape Dave’s lips; you guess he was bearing his teeth as he was ready to shoot his cum deep inside you. "Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum. I’m going to get you pregnant,” Dave exclaimed, bearing his teeth. As Dave's hips keep going back and forth into you, looking into your eyes, his cum shoots inside you; Dave steadies himself inches away from your neck.

But Dave’s hips don't stop; they keep going — pushing his cum deeper inside you, some slowly leaking out. You don't question it, but enjoy the moment. “Baby. I can feel your hole wrap around me so tight, I can tell you’re about to cum.”

“We’re not going to stop until you cum for me.”

Dave lets go of his hold on the belt and then melts his hands on your waist.

For some reason, you could feel your cum start to build up from your shaft and almost to the tip of your cock. This feeling has never happened to you before, and this was a different experience than anything you could imagine when you were having sex with Dave.

“Dave, I’m gonna cum; this feels so different; it's so fuckin’ good.”

“That’s right, cum for me, baby.”

You shut your eyes, bearing your teeth, exclaiming as you feel strings of cum escape the slit of your cock, bringing your head back, leaning your head on Dave’s shoulder in exhaustion.

You could feel Dave slip his cock out of you, your hole dripping with his cum. Slowly and softly, you felt the belt start to let go of your wrist.

The second the belt had let go of your skin, your arms retracted back to your sides, and you felt light kisses on your neck from Dave. “How was that, angel?”

You turn your neck and plant your lips onto Dave’s. “Amazing as always,” You smile.

You hear your ringtone go off in your pocket, earning a groan from Dave. “Ugh, and the real world has to come knocking.”

You ignore him as you bend to reach your phone in the crumbled pocket, earning a hiss from you, the pain in your ass settling in now. The hissing stopped as you stood up and held your phone. And saw that Carol was calling.

You snicker, seeing her contact on your phone. “How much do you want to bet that she’s calling me regarding where her husband is? Cause me and you are such close friends.”

Dave wraps his arm around your shoulder; beads of sweat glisten on his arm as it connects with your shoulder. His chin is resting on your other shoulder.

“Nothing, because I know that's why she’s calling you.”

You chuckle as you answer Carol’s call, Dave’s lips latching onto your neck as you bring your phone up to your free ear.

“Hey, Carol,” You did your best to sound enthusiastic.

“Hey, is Dave with you? I’ve been trying to call him, but he isn't answering his phone.”

“Yeah, I’m actually with him. He’s struggling with the costume, but I promise he’s almost ready,” You state, trying to get Dave’s lips off your neck as his teeth latched onto your neck.

You hear Carol’s breath of relief as you smirk. “Thank God, I was getting worried. Everyone was asking me where Santa is and I didn't know what to say—”

“Carol,” You chuckle. “Calm down, He’s almost done. We’ll be in, in a few minutes.” You feel Dave’s hand slide up under your shirt, playing with your nipple.

“Thanks, I’ll see you later. Once again, thank you for helping Dave with this; he hated the idea, but whatever you said really made him step up.”

It wasn't what you said, more of what you did to convince him. Your sore throat after that “conversation” was worth it.

“I’m glad he has a friend like you.”

“Anytime, Carol. Calm yourself down and wait for Dave and me,” You smiled.

“Okay, I will. Bye.”

“Bye,” You state as you hang the phone up, placing your phone on the shelf where you rested your head moments prior. “What happened?” Dave questioned.

“Everyone getting antsy on where the hell is Santa,” You retorted.

“He was too busy —kiss— fucking his little helper —kiss— in the closet.”

“We need to get going; we could only be in here for so long.”

Dave groans next to your ear, causing you to chuckle. “Can’t we just leave? Y’know, and fuck somemore, somewhere?”

“As tempting as that sounds — and I’m fighting restraint to say yes, we need to go out there. Come on, we can have some fun later,” You state as you pick up your pants.

Currently, you were looking for your belt that Dave threw off the second you both entered the closet. “Fuck, where’s my belt?” You grumble.

Dave fixes the wide leather belt on his red jacket. His pants were on; he had buttoned up the red coat and was ready to go. Dave needed the hat you ripped off his head and the beard he took off. But Dave couldn't help himself from staring at your ass as you were looking for your belt.

He was leaning on a nearby wall, watching you with crossed arms. “Y’know, the kids can wait, a couple more minutes. They’ll be fine.”

“Dave…” You started.

“Just imagine me, you, your face on the ground, my handprint, marking that sweet ass, hearing those amazing moans you love to make for me so much.”

“As much as I would love to do that. I need your help finding my belt before Carol kills us.”

Hearing Dave huff a breath in annoyance like a teenager, you can't help but smile and roll your eyes. “You’re no fun, and your belt is right by the door.”

Snapping your neck toward the door, you see your brown belt lying on the ground as if it were waiting to be found by you.

“W-what,” You sputter. “How long were you going to make me look?”

Dave shrugged his crossed arms. “I was just enjoying the view.”

Grabbing the belt, you stand up and push the belt through the loops of your jeans; buckling the belt together, you were ready to leave the small closet while Dave was gawking at you.

“You ready?” You question.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Dave starts to walk out, but you open your mouth to stop him. “Dave?”

“Yeah?” He questions.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Oh yeah, you’re right.” Dave States, walking towards you, grabbing your biceps, and planting his lips on your forehead, backing up from you with a smirk.

You start to chuckle, and Dave looks at you with confusion as you’re laughing at him. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re either a softie or a dumbass.”

“What?”

“I meant for you to grab your beard and hat,” You smile.

“Oh.”

You and Dave finally make your way out of the small storage closet, acting like nothing had happened moments ago, acting like you just walked in the doors.

“You ready?” You ask.

“Are you going to see me later tonight?”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Yes,” Dave smirks, but you can't see it underneath his fake white beard.

“Then yes, I will see you tonight.”

Dave nods and takes a breath as leathered-covered hands are on the doors. In one push, he bellows a “Ho, Ho, Ho from his lips, which sends the kids screaming in excitement as they watch their favorite person walk into the room, waving and making them smile from ear to ear.

While you slipped inside the venue looking for a cup of water. Your throat had seemed dry after screaming Dave’s name so many times. Seeing the drinks table having water bottles, you take one, tearing the cap off as you watch the kids be joyful as they watch Santa/Dave wave at them.

Carol had come up next to you with a smile on her face; you returned a smile at her. “Thank you so much for helping him; these parents were ready to pounce on me if Dave didn't come sooner.”

You couldn't relate to wanting Dave to “come sooner.”

“Anytime, trust me, Dave can be real stubborn.”

“I’m aware. Try being married to him,” Carol jokes; you can’t help but laugh.

“Are you coming over for dinner tomorrow night?”

You shrug. “I don't know, I would have to ask—”

“I already asked; she said yes, and the girls are so excited to play with the kids again. I swear our families have some fun history.”

“You don't know the half of it,” You smile, taking a swig of your water.

“C’mon, It’ll be fun!” Carol smiled. As you thought about it, your wife and Carol could be distracted while the kids play together, giving you and Dave the free will to do what you both do when they’re not home.

“Fine, you’re right, it’ll be fun.”

Carol was overzealous, clapping her hands and lightly hopping. “Okay, you don't need to bring anything, just yourselves; maybe a bottle will be fine, but no gifts.”

“No gifts,” You repeated. “Understood.”

“Now I got to make sure these kids end up in a straight line so they can tell Santa what they want for Christmas, Excuse me,” Carol excused herself.

Your gaze had landed back on Dave, sitting on the red and gold-like throne only reserved for Santa. You could tell he was staring at you and Carol, conversing with each other. You lick your lips, wink at Santa, and mouth the words. “Dinner at your house.”

You didn't know what dinner had planned, but overall, you knew that it would end with you and Dave alone together.

[cyripticchronicler]

Ink and Destiny - Part 4

Maybe keeping a secret relationship with James is not as perfect as you think. Or, a whole lot of nothing, I need ideas plz.

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I hope everyone had a great Christmas! If you don't celebrate it then I hope you had a good day! Sorry this part is really bad, I need ideas, PLEASE give me ideas in the suggestion box please ily.

Part One Part Two Part Three

“Did you hear that James Potter is dating someone?”

“Do you think it’s Lily? He’s been crushing on her for years” “Of course it’s Lily. They’re going to have the cutest babies.”

You focus on the schoolwork before you, trying to block out the people next to you. You know James and you agreed to keep this dating thing private but you can’t help but feel sad, and jealous when people think he’s dating Lily. 

You know James likes you, he’s made it clear. And you know that Lily doesn’t like James if the way she always rolled her eyes when he was around was any indication. 

You’ve told Lily and Alice everything between you and James, as James has Sirius and Remus. Alice already knew since James asked her what your favourite book was, and Lily was shocked, disgusted and happy for you all in the span of five minutes. 

The teacher dismisses the class and you rush out, bumping into Lily on your way to the girl's dormitory.

“You’ll come with me to the Quidditch game, right?” You ask nervously. You’re still nervous around James and Lily coming with you would help you calm down a lot. 

She nods, hooking her arm with yours, “Yeah. Do you want to start getting ready? I’ll paint your nails.”

“Can you paint them red? I don’t know what I’m wearing yet, please help me.” you plead, sighing in relief when you reach the Gryffindor common room. 

Scanning the room, your eyes land on James sitting on the couches in front of the fireplace, talking to James and Sirius.

Lily teasingly nudges me and you glare. “Stop it-” You stop at the sound of your name being called out and turn to face the speaker.

“Do you want to sit with us?” Sirius Black asks you from his seat, eyes swirling with mischief.

“Excuse me?” You squeak. From the corner of my eye, you see James smash his face against the couch pillow. 

“The Quidditch game. Do you want to sit with Remus and me?” James lifts his head from the pillow, cheeks flushed as he mouths a silent ‘sorry.’

You nod, “Okay. As long as Lily can sit with us.”

It’s Remus who speaks, “Of course. We’ll meet here in an hour.” 

You nod your head awkwardly, flashing them smiles then drag Lily up the stairs.

“I’m not ready to hang out with Remus and Sirius, what if they don’t like me? James values their opinion and if they don’t like me then who knows what will happen-” Lily cuts you off with her hands on your shoulders. “Calm down, it’ll be okay. You’ve worked with Remus before in Potions, remember? He liked you, and Sirius will like you too. Now cmon, let’s get ready.”

She leads you to a table in the corner, pulling out a deep red nail polish. You take turns painting each other's nails, Lily choosing to go for a dark green. 

“What do I wear?” You ask, throwing everything out of your trunk in search of something cute. She joins you on the floor, rummaging through your trunk before holding a black skirt up.

“This is cute!”

“It’s almost winter.” “So? You’ll wear tights.” 

It's pleated and lands mid-thigh. Hesitantly, you agree and you continue the hunt for a top. You chose to pair it with a maroon turtle neck sweater so you don’t freeze to death.

“Are you wearing cute underwear?” Lily asks as you get dressed.

“What? We’re not having sex!”

“Are you sure?” You send her a look. “Okay, but wearing cute underwear makes you more confident.” “Go away.” You can’t resist your smile as Lily laughs. You quickly do your makeup and hair, putting on simple black boots.

“Is this too much for a Quidditch game?” You ask self-consciously. Lily scoffs from behind you, “No. You look hot.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

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Remus and Sirius are sitting in the same place as before, cheeky grins on their faces as they spot you. 

“You ladies look amazing,” Sirius purrs, “You ready? I know James is excited to see you.” He winks, causing your cheeks to flush. 

Ignoring Sirius and Lily’s laughter, you make your way to the field, Remus falling into step next to you. 

“Don’t stress about getting him to like you. He already does. We all do.” At your confused face, he continues, “James has been so much happier since he found out you were his soulmate. And we like whoever makes him happy. So as long as you don't break his heart, we like you.”

“I’d never break his heart.”

“Good.”

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“Potter! Potter! Potter!” The common room is deafeningly loud with almost everyone from Gryfindoor celebrating.

Gryffindor won, obviously, and the celebrations have been going on for an hour already. Besides a quick congratulations on winning the game, you haven't seen James since. 

You and Lily were sitting alone in the corner before she got dragged away with a boy from her Defence Against the Dark Arts class, so now you’re sitting alone, nursing a glass of water as you try not to look too miserable. Parties have never been your thing, and even though you can’t exactly speak to James, you’d celebrate with him in spirit. 

Perking up, you spot Sirius coming towards you with flushed cheeks, forehead lined with sweat. “Darling! James asked you to meet him in the boy's dormitory. It’s nice and empty for ya.” He slurs, stumbling over his feet. 

Your cheeks flush red and you hurriedly thank Sirius before pushing your way through the crowd, breathing a sigh of relief when you make it into the dormitory.

It’s empty and you stand awkwardly in the middle, turning in a circle as you take in all the bits and bobs around the place. 

There’s only one bed made, most likely Remus’s, and clothes are strewn across the floor. 

“I’m sorry, I told the boys to clean up in here.” You almost jump out of your skin at the sound of James’s voice. Turning around, you take in his sweaty hair and flushed cheeks. 

“It’s okay.” You mutter quietly, watching as he comes closer. 

He goes to hug you but stops. “Sorry, let me have a shower.” He points to a messy bed, “Take a seat, I’ll be quick.” 

The door shuts behind him and you do as he instructed, tidying his bed up a bit, first. Ten minutes later he comes barreling in, cheeks flushed from the hot shower. 

He sits down next to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“I feel like I haven't hugged you in ages. How are you, Love?”

“I’m okay. How are you?”

“I’m amazing.”

He kisses you, it’s soft and gentle but you can’t get those nagging thoughts out of your head. 

James notices, of course, he does. “You seem tense, you sure you’re okay?”

You tense even more and he pulls away slightly, brows furrowed in concern. 

“Are you okay?” He asks again.

“I- We’re not going to have sex, right?” You blurt, wincing immediately. 

He pulls away completely. “No. I just missed you, haven't seen you much tonight so I thought we could have some quiet time together, I know you don’t like parties. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, that wasn't my intention. I just missed you.”

Your cheeks flush and you shove them into your hands. “No, I’m sorry, I’m so stupid.”

He gently prys your hands apart, “Hey, no. I would’ve thought the same thing, too. But we’re not having sex until I become your boyfriend and we talk about what we’re comfortable with, okay?” “You want to be my boyfriend?” You ask shyly, a small smile forming on your lips. 

“Of course, You’re incredible. Why wouldn’t I want to be?”

You hesitate, “I have a lot of insecurities, James, and I don’t want to burden you with them.”

He scoffs, “You could never burden me.” He lays down beside you, reaching out so you’re forced to rest your chin on his chest, legs tangled with yours. 

You scoff, earning a stern glare from James.

You change topics, “So when are you going to be my boyfriend?” You question teasingly. 

He sighs playfully, “Well, I was going to ask you on our next date.”

Your eyebrows raise, “Our next date?” He nods. “I’ll bring your favourite food if you promise to ask me to be your girlfriend, okay? "He smiles, “It’s a deal.” Returning his smile, you lean in for a kiss, relishing in his warmth. Neither of you notices the time go by, too captivated by each other.

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Thank you all for your support! I promise the next chapter will be more interesting, hopefully.

[ladzwriting]

incomplete thoughts about episodes 2 through 6 of House of the Dragon season 2

episode 2!! the acting in this yelling scene after the murder is so fucking good

Otto looks like "the consequences of several poor decisions will now play out in sequence"

Rhaenyra is like, "wow, everyone was right about my unhinged uncle husband, i should've listened" (babe, your husband is a sliding door, no hinges)

Daemon, that's a PRETTY BIG FUCKING MISTAKE, BUDDY

Criston and Alicent match each other's freak (Catholic guilt)

oh is this season going to be the season of mommy kink?? i think this season is going to be the season of mommy kink

Otto "I have made so many mistakes" Hightower: to get fired from a job once is unfortunate, but getting fired from the same position a generation later is quite silly

(no, but seriously what is this man up to? he fucked off from King's Landing and has not been heard from again)

Otto Hightower is the most done man, he is so finished with everyone's bullshit

Mysaria!!!!!! I love her

Alicent "the consequences of several mistakes will now play out in sequence" Hightower

Simon Strong has no desire to throw arms against Daemon, and TO BE FAIR, valid

i got nothing, i just like all the women and the diversity of responsibility bestowed upon them

the peas and poison exchange is good comedy

oh I love Daemon haunted house hours

NEW GIRLFRIEND?!?! (Alys Rivers)

sorry Rhaenyra, you can't yuri your way out of this one

"do you think me capable of such naked deceit?" no, Alicent, but this isn't the first time you've misread a situation

Daemon is too busy being psychologically tortured to send ravens

lamprey pie?!? even Larys is like, "babe, I know you're lying"

Daemon, please don't drink the strange draught from the woman who just told you she's a barn owl...never mind

I think Criston has been dethroned as stupidest man, that award goes to Gwayne now

Vhagar is just a kitten the size of a building

"whose dragon is that??" G W A Y N E JFC

OH DRAGON BLOOD IS HOT?? this fight choreography is so rad

brain is going full "hell yeah monster fight, let's go monsters"

RHAENYS DO NOT JFC

honestly, I'd probably defect if I saw multiple dragons falling out of the goddamn sky, like that should NOT be happening, fuck this entire thing

also no one should be surviving these dragon fire fights, that's too much heat, as fucking metal as they are

hey cole, how are you going to explain that one to your liege? (nice touch having him be really fucked up by what he saw on the battlefield)

yeah, I'm with the smallfolk on this one, fuck that, dragons should NOT be decapitated like that

that canNOT be good for anyone involved

Daemon: "show them your worst"

this is going to go SO WELL (it goes as expected)

Aemond is trying so hard not to volunteer himself for regent, bless him

the currency of orgasms has no place at this council table, much to Alicent's chagrin and disadvantage

"the smallfolk will notice the king's absence"

uh…sure big if true :]

"our fear lies in Vhagar" I DO NOT BLAME THEM

oh my god, they are just straight up eating on a door

idk if they (Daemon and Rhaenyra) are going to finish that last conversation 🥴🥴

I'm so curious what that character returning means for like…anything

I will also point out, it's been like 3 episodes since we heard about the triarchy and that's good, that's when the writing works

the writing works when they're not pretending there's this grand external threat that isn't the madness and ambition within

also it's really cool how most of what's depicted in the opening embroidery has come to pass, I like touches like that

OH I SPOKE TOO SOON ABOUT NOT BRINGING UP THE FUCKING TRIARCHY

I'm going to lose my marbles if it comes down to Caraxes and Vhagar

Alicent earns the restraint MVP award, wow

I was wondering how Daemon chose to remember Viserys, and that's definitely it

Daemon has gone full gothic heroine, full babygirlification

is Alys free on Thursday when I'm free on Thursday so we can hang out when we are both free on Thursday

this liturgical fete for being acknowledged by a dragon is such good worldbuilding

oh this dragon thing is definitely going to go in the same way that like, some kitty tummies are a fucking trap

IT'S A TRAP.gif

MYSARIA I LOVE YOU

"do you take me for a fool?" Aemond, Larys is taking you for a teenager (I typed Varys initially, and man, I miss him)

omg the baby dragons 🥺🥺🥺

I want to go aboard a ship called the Gay Abandon

Rhaenyra deserves to strike whoever she wants tbh

oh I LIKE THIS A LOT (not the part I know is coming, the bit with the provision boats)

whispering who the fuck is Daeron

ok but wouldn't it have been safer to stay in the high sept during the riot???

Rhaenyra, you can become a man if you want to!!

omg of course she goes in for a hug first, USELESS

idk if this is the yuri that will fix Rhaenyra but I'm glad this is the yuri explicit :] :]

I think the thing that keep nagging me about Jacerys Valeryon is that he looks like a thrifted Timothee Chalamet in Dune

all right, onto tomorrow!!

[ur-urmom]

Okay, I have a pretty cute request! (I’m not 100% sure if this is where I submit it since I’ve never done this but if it’s not then oh well)

Jacob Black x Reader (either fem or gender neutral)

Imaging Jacob being overly emotional one day for whatever reason and the reader has to comfort him, literally just the fluffiest thing ever! Reassurance, cuddles and pure adorable-ness

Thanks :)

super cute!!! i apologize for getting this out so late, hopefully you like it!

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Open Arms - Jacob Black x Reader

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Genre - fluffy cute adorable-ness!

Warnings - other than cussing, none

Summary - Y/N wasn’t really expecting any visitors on their day off, but when Jacob randomly shows up at their door they know something has to be on his mind.

The morning was chilly and damp, the perfect weather for staying inside curled up in a blanket and watching comfort shows with a cup of whatever hot beverage was preferred.

Personally, I was drinking hot apple cider and paying attention to a true crime documentary.

“How in the ever living hell could someone do that to another human being. That beats all I’ve ever seen, I swear.” I said to myself as I took a sip of the sweet liquid, feeling the warmth travel down my throat.

I love my days off. I love rainy days, and I love sunny days, really any day is a good day when there’s no work involved.

Of course I have friends to hang out with when I’m off, however I’m pretty content keeping myself company too. Maybe I’ll call Alice and Bella later to see if they want to do something, like a girls night out. You can never go wrong with a girls night out.

And if Alice is with Jasper, and Bella is with Edward (which will be most likely), I’ll just call Jacob. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. My boyfriend is practically one of the girls. I’ll just have a girls night with him… as a back up to the actual girls night I’m planning in my head.

I guess people would just call that a date though, wouldn’t they.

Tuning back into the documentary on the television, I took another sip of my cider. I put my feet up on the coffee table in front of me, the bottom of my pajama pants slighting hanging down right above my ankles.

By now, the weather outside was getting a little rough. Thunder would rumble and lightning would strike in sync with the revelations or the part of the show where the murders were being described on the screen. I grimaced at one of the real photos that popped up right as a loud boom sounded from the sky.

“Gross.” I muttered.

I took the last swig of my drink and set the empty cup down on the coaster beside my feet. I grabbed the blanket next to me on the couch and covered myself for extra warmth.

… and comfort from the paranoia of the murders I’m currently hearing about.

Although the heavy rain mixed in with true crime made it unsettling, the atmosphere was kind of relaxing at the same time. Dim lights, candles going, the pitter patter of the droplets, thunder, a full tummy from a warm drink, and the oddly soothing voice of the old man telling the heinous acts committed made my eyes flutter open and closed. I pulled the blanket higher over my face, just enough to where it hid my lips. My head gently fell to the side, my eyes still on the television trying my best to keep my attention. It was easier said than done, because soon my lids stayed shut and I started tuning out the words that were spoken. Steady breathing was the only thing I could really hear, at least it was the only thing that I chose to listen to.

Until a deafening BOOM! jolted my body awake once more. No way was I tired now.

“Holy!— shit… that sounded close.” My heart was racing at the crack of the thunder that just made its appearance, slowing down when I realized it was just that.

Thunder.

Nothing else.

I made a conscious decision to browse more shows, preferably something light and funny considering what just happened. Obviously it was nothing, but I’m getting myself a bit worked up and I don’t want to instigate it further.

“Ooo!” I finally found the old school Scooby Doo and turned that on instead. “This’ll be nice.” I smiled to myself. It was also something I could accidentally fall asleep to without getting scared shitless being abruptly woken up.

I was deep into the episode playing when I heard a knock on the door. I slightly turned my head in confusion, I wasn’t expecting anyone today and hardly anyone came unannounced. Flash images of the true crime documentary made their way to my mind as I slowly got up. All of my curtains were closed, and I didn’t really feel like looking behind them for fear of a face planted directly in front of mine with only glass separating us.

Walking towards the door, I picked up the scissors on the coffee table I had left there the night before.

Whoever was out there wasn’t happy with my pace, because another round of knocks came pounding, this time a bit louder.

“Dammit.” I whispered, just a few steps away from the handle now. The scissors were close to my chest as I put my palm around the knob after unlocking it. I took a deep breath, starting to slowly turn the knob now. I cracked the door open, expecting to either see nothing, or to see come crazy psycho with an axe getting ready to chop me into pieces for fun.

But I immediately relaxed when I saw the familiar black hair and those big brown doe eyes I’ve come to admire so much. Opening the door all the way now, I was met face to face with Jacob.

“Hey…” He breathed.

“How anticlimactic.” I accidentally slipped out.

“…..What?” His confused expression replacing the gentle one that was just there.

“Oh um… what are you doing here?” I ignored his words. “Not that you’re not welcome! You just… usually call beforehand.” I sensed how my question could be taken the wrong way. “Are you okay? Goodness, your soaking wet. Did you not bring an umbrella? Shit, Jacob, come in.” I stepped to the side to get out of his way.

He walked in and I closed the door behind him.

“Why do you have scissors?” He asked.

Turning around and facing his back, I placed my hands on his shoulders and started to help him take his dripping coat off. “Why not?” I replied, tossing it on the floor, making a mental note to wash it later. “But answer me, are you okay?” I repeated myself from a minute earlier, looking at him.

“I um, I don’t know.” He replied. “I don’t know.”

“Okay.” I nodded, concern written on my features. “Okay, that’s okay.” I took both of his hands in mine and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, they were wet from some of the rain outside that rested on them, and everywhere else on his body. I started rubbing the back of his palms with the front of mine vigorously in a stupid attempt to warm him up, almost as if I was trying to roll a ball of dough in my hands. “Aw, love, you’re so cold.” I muttered, my brows furrowed in concentration.

I heard him let out a deep chuckle. When I looked at him he was already gazing at me. I gave him a reassuring smile.

“Here, go take a hot shower.” I stopped to go grab him a towel and rag. “I washed your clothes from last time you stayed over, you can change into those!” I raised my voice a bit so he’d hear me as I gathered all of his things and put them in the bathroom.

It wasn’t long before he was beside me, already starting to strip down. I scooted past him to go ahead and start the hot water. When I got the shower temp just right, I turned back to Jacob. His shirt was off and he was working towards his shorts.

“Maybe while you’re in there you can think about what’s wrong? We can talk about it after you get out, yeah?” I put a hand on his cheek, which he leaned into.

“Yeah, that sounds good baby.”

“Good.” I started to walk away, but not before I gave him a little kiss on his other cheek. “I’ll be in the kitchen, or the living room.” I shut the bathroom door as I exited.

I figured that while I waited for him to get out, I would fix a little something to eat. Breakfast, or brunch, I didn’t really know what time it was and I don’t feel like checking.

Bacon, eggs, and jelly toast. All classics, and all delicious.

I was just about done with everything when I heard the shower turn off. The only thing left I had to do was jelly my toast. I left Jacob’s untouched in case he didn’t want any on his.

And speaking of him, a few minutes later he walked into the kitchen as I was fixing the plates.

“Hey! I made some food. I don’t know if you’ve had anything this morning, but I haven’t, so if you don’t eat it I will.” I let him know that it was okay to decline my offer of a mouth watering meal.

“You think I’m gonna pass up on a good breakfast made by the love of my life? I don’t think so.” Jacob scoffed and took his plate.

I beamed at the title he had given me and followed him to the table with my own food. I thought it’d be nice to just eat and talk about lighter things, rather than what’s on his mind right now, that’ll be for after.

“Thank gosh you took a shower, you smelled like a dirty, wet dog.” I joked, taking a bite of bacon.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He playfully rolled his eyes in response.

“No, really! I could practically smell you from all the way inside. I thought there was a stray on my front porch.”

“M’kay, so you were getting ready to stab what you thought was a stray dog that wandered onto your porch?”

“Huh?” I genuinely was lost after he said that.

“The scissors.” He continued.

“Ohhhhhhh.”

“Ohhh..” He mimicked me.

“Pffft, no. I was getting ready to do arts and crafts with said stray dog.”

“Mhm, sure.”

We looked at each other before breaking out into laughs and grins.

“Shut up, Jacob.” The smile still on my face as I softly pushed his shoulder with mine. I got up and took my plate to the sink. He did the same. I grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and handed one to him, then started walking to the couch in the living room. We sat next to one another, and I took his arm in mine and put my head on his shoulder.

“Do you wanna watch anything?” I eyed the tv, absentmindedly watching whatever had come on after Scooby Doo. When I didn’t get a response, I sat up straight so I could look at him. Once again, he was already staring at me.

“…No.”

“Hey…” I started, remembering why he was here in the first place, “what’s on your mind?”

I stumbled to reach the remote on the table and turned off the television, the screen going black with just the rain and distant thunder for background noise.

“Lovely, talk to me.” I ran a hand through his hair, hoping to make him more comfortable.

“I don’t know, Y/N. It’s stupid.”

“Don’t say that.” I spoke. “Whatever it is, you have every right to feel the way you do, your feelings are valid.”

I started to readjust. I put my legs up on the coffee table like I had them earlier and then patted my lap with a small flick of my head to gesture to Jacob to lay down. He didn’t even hesitate.

Looking down at him, I had one hand on his upper jaw and the other one continued to play with his hair.

“I’m just…. I’ve been thinking a lot.”

“Oh lord.” I added, trying to make him laugh. It worked.

“And I’m just worried, I guess. About the future, and what’s gonna happen. What I have to do.”

“Oh baby. You don’t need to worry about things that haven’t even happened yet, especially things that won’t even happen for a long time.”

“I know,” he kissed my hand, “I can’t help it.”

“Look, I have no doubt that I’ll be there in the future right beside you. Helping you figure out whatever it is that needs figuring out. We’re a team. Your problems, your worries, your desires… are mine too. You’re not alone.”

I looked at him. Really looked at him. I needed him to understand what I had just said.

“I love you.” He stated. “So much.”

“I love you.” I smiled sweetly at him. “I’m here, if you really want to go into depth about what exactly it is with the future you’re worried about.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I know… but right now I think I might fall asleep.” He flipped over on his side in my lap. “You’re just too comfortable.”

I giggled. “Oh really?”

“Mhm.”

I squealed when all of the sudden his lips met my stomach as he blew air on my skin, doing what people call a raspberry.

“Jacob!!” I laughed, lightly slapping at his side. “Stop!”

He did, placing a gentle kiss on the spot he just attacked instead.

I kept rubbing his head, alternating between running my fingers through his hair and softly tracing shapes on his face. I did this until I heard the low sound of steady breathing.

Not only his, but mine as the two of us had fallen asleep, dreaming of nothing but each other.

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this isn’t proofread, so I’m sorry for any typos! it also might be shorter than my others so I do apologize! thank you for reading :) <3

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TMAGP EP 20 REACTION (SPOILERS)

Firstly before I even START, it's called social stigma. PLEASE tell me it's not another social influencer one I'm begging you I cannot take another laughing fit like ep 16.

Also wait the dedication is so me

WAIT ALICE CAME AS WELL??? ALSO HELLO SAMALICELIA PROTOCULE

Alice. Did you really talk him OUT of it??? Because lats I remember, Colin slammed the door in your face.

"It's more about who killed the Magnus Institute" DAMN

Okay I did kind of suspect that the OIAR had a hand in destroying the institute. But like also Alice knows a bit too much about Starkwell. Something you wanna tell us, honey?

SAM'S TALKING ABOUT THE PROTOCOL HOLY SHIT.

Alice babygirl. The things you are saying seem like you're actually inadvertedly conforming all of Sam's suspicions. Like are you saying there IS a government conspiracy???

Okay I love Alice but she's starting to take the s1 Jon route where she refuses to believe things are supernatural or suspicious to the the point where it actually makes LESS sense. Someone is gonna get hurt because of that. And if it's Sam, Alice is going to be in a WHOLE different world of guilt.

DID JON SEND SAM THE EMAIL ABOUT THE STARKWALL 1999 REPORTS???

Alice sweetie you have a point but being so...Dismissive of it when there's CLEARLY something was just not the way. Sam is obviously the kind of person who will keep digging unless you directly tell him the truth.

"We already know we work in a global atrocity factory. It's called the British Government" God Alice I love you

Alice's hatred for England fucking SENDS me I love this woman

I get where Alice is coming from like she's right unfortunately. But I think she's very much blocking out the supernatural part of it and seeing it more as a conspiracy theory than something. Yknow. Horror-y

CELIA IS DEFINITELY FROM THE TMA-VERSE HOLY SHIT BECAUSE IF SHE KNOWS WHAT THE INSTITUTE CAUSED IN TMA-VERSE, NO WONDER SHE THINKS IT WASNT THE WRONG IDEA TO DESTROY IT.

"Catastrophic, world-ending" HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT YEAH THATS BASICALLY CONFIRMATION. BECAUSE THE WORLD DID END. THE APOCALYPSE HAPPENED.

Oh Alice...this is going to drive such a wedge between Alice and Sam. I think the funniest thing is that Alice is absolutely not going to be able to stay away from the "hornet's nest", as she puts it.

At least Sam has Celia on his side, I guess?

OH MY GOD WE MET INK5OUL IM ABOUT TO FUCKING LOSE IT.

Ink5oul is giving Jude Perry why are they annoyingly hot

"Shame. You've got lovely skin" Ooooo Gwen is the hot tattoo artist hitting on youuuu

FUCK WHY ARE THEY SO HOT

Oh???? Hello wait what???? Does Ink5oul. Not know what they are???

OH NO DONT DO THIS TO ME I INK5OUL ABOUT TO GET BLORBOFIED. BECAUSE I WILL TAKE IT OF COURSE BUT THIS WAS NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING

Ink5oul is self-aware??? Oh God could they get sexier???

Something something addiction to being seeing or being known is so much the opposite of The Eye which is the fear of being seen or being known.

"Tattooed Prince Albert's cock or something" WHAT

Does this count as stealing designs??? Because the og artists is long dead but Ink5oul never says they referenced his work. It's important to me as an artist SO

OKAY SO Ink5oul's tattoos are like...Predictive? Like whatever they tattoo will most probably lead to the person's method of death?

The pipeline of small influencer to...whatever the fuck Ink5oul became

"The ink flows through me" BENDY IS THAT YOU AND YOUR INK MACHINE????

Hmmm so Ink5oul slowly became an external but rly without even their knowledge. Is this them becoming less human??

"Thats...very eloquent" GWEN GIRL WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN

Gwen you chose the WRONG PERSON to bite back against girl WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF

GWEN YOU IDIOT YOU'RE LITERALLY JUST AS BAD AS JON WHY DO YOU PISS OFF THINGS THAT CAN KILL YOU literally this reminds me of Jon yelling at Not-Sasha to shut up in ep 79 of TMA.

Hmmm wait okay so Sam actually heard the first Ink5oul case in episode 2, so I wonder if Gwen ever manages to open up to him again (Which I completely understand if she doesn't) he might believe her because he's heard what Ink5oul's tattoos can do. But like. Again very unlikely since Mr. Khalid over here really fucked up in ep 18.

It really interests me though that Ink5oul has no idea what happened to them. I looked up Sutherland Macdonald, nothing of note. But I think it's pretty obvious that by TMAGP, they found out the tattoo on the dead body was an Oscar Jarrett tattoo and was looking to get some... face-to-face inspiration.

I'm worried about Sam and Alice. I mean honestly, Alice does have full right to step away from all of this but her dismissiveness of Sam this whole time probably doesn't help her when it comes to him. She wants to protect him, but he wants the truth. It actually makes me slightly more sure that the Dyer in the ARG was probably her pre-transition because of the empathy levels. Not that she doesn't feel empathy, but I don't think she feels like there's anything she can say to change things, so she doesn't try. Which is exactly what she says in this ep.

Anyways ummmm SamCelia shippers I get you they're actually pretty cute and it does make me happy to see that someone is supporting Sam and genuinely hearing him out since absolutely no one else he's talked to about this will.

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𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Gif owner: @mcqraw Masterlist (Part 34) - (Annexe of the fic) [Ship in 5min]

Summary: Years later, and life still surprises you.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, + something but it's spoilandidontwanttoruinit

A/N: Yes, you read right. This is the end (or is it?). It has been one hell of a ride.

“What is this?"

You were in your shared chambers, having just discovered a brand new gift laying on the covers of your bed, unfolded as you approached it to examine it. As you took it in your hand, your expression shifted to one of disbelief when you understood what it was. 

Aemond had just entered, lazily closing the door with a little smile at your reaction as you now brandished your new gift in his direction, a hand on your hips, scowling. “I believe it to be a dress, dear wife,” he responded with a self-satisfied smile as he closed the distance between you, coming to touch the fabric you held gently. “Do you not like it?”

“It’s a dornish dress. Again . A black dornish dress, might I add,” you pointed out, unfolding the velvet. “It is exactly the same one as when… when I returned from Sandstone.”

“Yes I know, I chose it on purpose,” he simply answered, the memory of that intimate and frustrating  moment between the two of you in front of the fire lingering in the air, so long ago now. “I was quite fond of it, and I want you to wear it in my presence again. Besides, the weather here is mild enough for you to indulge me.”

He calmly parted away from you in order to discard some of his effects on the table near the window, as if asking you to change in the middle of the day was the most natural thing in the world. You narrowed your eyes when he finally leaned against the table and crossed his arms over his chest, expectant, smirking down at you. 

He was right, of course. Even though it has always been hot in King’s Landing, it was nothing compared to the southern temperatures, here, on the coast of the Whispering Sound, at Ivyhorn. Situated between Three Sisters and Oldtown, the castle was always sunny and only the fresh breeze that was coming from the sea could cool your skin. Ivyhorn has been vacant since the previous owners, some landed Knights from the Reach, had perished in the Dance, leaving this beautiful land to your family and Aemond’s as part of the term the Blacks had settled for. Since that time, you have learned to like the place, and so did Aemond, against all odds. 

But you weren’t complaining, it was a good place to live, and you liked the view. And of course, you could dress more lightly than in the north, even though Alicent would often cast a judgmental glare at some of the dresses Aemond would choose for you. But he would relish in your new looks, not missing any opportunity to have you to himself when you two would finally be alone. 

“Oh, is it one of those dresses you mean to shred as soon as the day is over?” you asked, narrowing your eyes playfully. “No point in giving it to me to wear it in the first place then, my Prince.”

He smirked at your remark. “Oh but there is. I will keep buying you dresses, thousands of them if need be, and I would never get tired of ripping them off of your body,” he said, pupils dilated and his tone turning more dangerous. Still he remained unmoving. “Shall we see how long this one lasts?”

His suggestion made you blush, your current golden and comfortable gown suddenly feeling too tight for your body as you shivered, and certainly not from the cold. He now felt too far for your taste, stubbornly frustrating you. “In case you haven’t noticed, I am pregnant,” you pointed out smartly, defying him over the fact that the dress would surely not suit you as well as it did before. But he looked unfazed at your remark, amused even.

“I did yes… Your point?”

You were a fool for believing that he would not be turned on by this, even for a second. During the time that you had been pregnant, Aemond was the happiest man alive, content to see you with the ultimate mark of his possession over you, and the prospect of yet another child in your belly. He liked everything about it: how your breasts changed, how your skin glowed, how your belly grew, how he could take care of everything you needed and most of all, the fact that you could not dress in corsets anymore, rendering your body more accessible to him. You also suspected that his absence during your pregnancy with Naerys weighed on him still, as it did with you all these years ago. This time, he would not be parted from you, even for an instant. And it was most evident here, in Ivyhorn, as he was looking at you with hunger, making you bite your lips in defeat.

Fine.

Without a word, you brusquely deposited the dress on the wooden chest next to you before unlacing your gown with expert fingers, not thinking about the fact that you wish he had done it himself, not willing to admit it even to yourself. You bore a hard and unyielding gaze that did not leave Aemond as the yellow fabric fell at your feet, and soon after, your shift and undergarment.

You saw his eye darken as it travelled your now almost naked body, unconsciously wetting his lips as he did so, but he still didn’t move an inch, patiently letting you grab his gift and put it on. Still defiantly looking directly at him, you swiftly rearranged your hair over the black velvet, leaving the skin of your slightly swollen belly visible, exhaling in a mix of excitement and irritation as you finished your task, arms falling at your sides.

You waited, staring at him, impatient to see what snarky comment he had in store for you, or what he would do, your skin hot already from his intense gaze. He looked at your form for a long time before pushing himself from the table, uncrossing his arms as he finally walked up to you, pupils blown.

“Mhhh… I’m afraid it won’t last long at all…” he said, eye on the way the fabric embraced your curves. He came to push your hair aside, revealing the sapphire necklace on your collarbone. “A shame. It is a good thing I bought five more of these.”

“Five?” you said in disbelief, putting your hands on his forearms as he took hold of your waist. “Surely you jest.”

He brought you closer, burying his nose in your neck as you felt his already hardened state press against your hips. “Does it feel like I’m jesting?” he whispered, processing to trail kisses from below your jaw to your throat.

You could not help but close your eyes and sigh at the sensation, your hand going straight to his hair as he traced his kisses down to your collarbone, his hands gripping the black material of your dress tightly, fingers grazing your uncovered skin.

“No…” you conceded, glad that he was holding you as you felt your muscle going mellow under his touch. “But I was on my way to the sept, in truth.”

He groaned. “Prayers can wait, and so can my mother,” he said as he brought his mouth to yours. “You are not leaving this room until I say so.”

“Until this dress is ruined and shredded to pieces, you mean?”

“Mhh…” was his only response before you found yourself engulfed in his heated kiss, surprisingly soft compared to the way he held on to your waist, one hand coming to cup your breasts before tugging down your dress down your shoulders.

You gave his passion back tenfold, tongues clashing and soon you felt yourself being pushed into the mattress with your elbows as only support, Aemond’s hands lowering you down gently before sneaking under your dress to travel from your breasts to your belly with agonising slowness.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look, round with my child inside of you?” he huskily said, his tongue hot on your skin as he reached the pulse point on your neck, making you sigh in pleasure.

“Only…” you began, inhaling sharply when you felt him pull your skirts up and his hand grip your thigh. “A ridiculously numerous amount of times.”

He hummed again, lifting himself up from your body to get on his knees at the end of the bed and take hold of the fabric that covered part of your stomach to pull, the sensation of his breath so close to your inside eliciting chills on your skin. “Make it one more time then.”

You watched as he kissed the inside of your left thigh, trailing up before parting your legs wider, making you grip the sheet beneath you. He took care in meeting your gaze, licking his lips with a grin, enthralled with the way you looked, trembling in anticipation under his touch before slamming his mouth on your core. He did not miss the way your jaw dropped and you mewled, lulling your head back as he did so. 

The sensation of his tongue on your folds was already so exquisite that when you felt two fingers slide into you, you could not help but arch your back slightly. Aemond’s hold on your dress hardened instantly, pulling so you could not move. “Lay still, wife, or I will have no choice but to strap you with your own gift.”

The thought made electricity go through every nerve in your body and you whimpered, action not lost on Aemond who smiled before resuming his ministrations. Seeing you obey him, he detached one of his hands from your belly to reach for yours on the sheets, intertwining his fingers with yours tightly.  

Three knocks on the door made you gasp.

“Fuck-” Aemond groaned irritably, squeezing both your hand and your dress harder as he parted his mouth from your core with an obscene sound. “Leave at once or lose your hand!" he screamed to the door as quickened voices filtered through it.

You had frozen in your position, eyes on the wooden door and hoping that they would be fast gone as you clutched Aemond’s hand, heart beating and a desperate whimper stuck in your throat at the loss of his touch on you. You could hear voices beyond the door, rapidly hushered, like alarmed whispers. They did not depart and you were able to hear some of what filtered through it:

“… heard that? I beg of you… only make them angrier,” was all you could gather as Aemond clicked his tongue in annoyance. But you had grown curious of the voices, suspicious as to why people would have an agitated conversation outside of your quarters in the middle of the afternoon. Aemond groaned loudly when you stood up, reluctantly letting you go as you rushed to the door to open it, determined to find out what it was about.

A maid and Septa Talla were standing there, evidently in the middle of an argument, and the maid froze when she saw you appear. The Septa however, bowed her head in greetings before lifting her chin high.

“What is it?” you demanded, glancing between the two with narrowed eyes. You heard Aemond coming behind you and given the frightened look that appeared on the young maid’s face, you assumed that your husband was seething with anger for having been disturbed during one of his favourite activities.

“It is Naerys, my Lady. She escaped from her lesson.”

You frowned. “Yes, it is hardly the first time,” you blatantly said, knowing full well that Talla was not the most encouraging teacher in the Seven Kingdoms. “I’m sure you will find a suitable punishment for her actions without our help.”

The maid was now looking at her shoes, anxious as the Septa took a deep breath. “Yes my Lady, but I’m afraid that I have been unable to find her.”

You saw the maid close her eyes and hold a breath. “What do you mean you can’t find her? Have you even sent for her?” you asked, her voice a little higher. 

“Yes we did, but it has been an hour and...”

Aemond was out of the door in a split second, making both women take a hasty step aside as he walked straight down the corridor.

You had a hard time catching up with him, Talla hot on your heels as you followed Aemond’s fuming strides downstairs and into the inner garden where your son Aelar was playing under the close watch of Ser Marston.

“Aemond, wait, she could only be hiding,” you tried, desperate to level with him with your short steps.

“I don’t care, we were very clear, she is not to be taken out of sight,” he fumed as he barked at the surrounding guards to look for his daughter at once. “Why did you let her out of your sight?” he snarled, turning to the Septa who had caught up with them.

Talla took a deep breath and tried to remain as composed as possible. You admired her, she was one of the only members of the castle staff that did not fear Aemond completely. But you would not let her indulge your husband in his bubbling fury, instead scooping Aelar in your arms as you chimed in.

“She cannot have gone far,” you assured, smiling at Aelar happy to see you. “We will find her.”

Saying the words, you could not help the mild panic that filled you, and you knew Aemond felt the same way, maybe even stronger. But you were better at hiding it. Aemond was very attached to Naerys, his protective nature and paranoia he felt toward you applied to your children tenfold, and the memory of Naerys being abducted was always looming over the both of you. All of the available personnel of the castle were soon ordered to look for her if they didn’t want Aemond to cut them down. 

Half an hour later you found nothing, and Aemond was starting to be so tense that you feared that he would kill someone. He would not even let Aelar out of his sight as you walked the outside grounds in your search.

“Naerys!” you called, your voice echoing against the cliffs of the bay below the fortified walls. Aemond began to walk toward the edge of said cliff, silent and eye scanning the surroundings when you saw him still, turn and look in the opposite direction, over your shoulder.

“Something is wrong with Vhagar,” he stated blankly before he strode off past you and began his rapid descent toward the beach where his dragon often rested. You had no time to be amazed by the inexplicable and magical bond that linked Targaryens to their mount as you followed him closely.

With your son in your arms, you had to watch your steps more carefully than Aemond and you did not notice him starting to rush to the beach at a faster rate. When you finally looked up you understood why.

Vhagar was there, at her usual place, but she was not alone. A magnificent blue dragon that you had seen only on rare occasions was next to her, her head lowered at something on the ground as Vhagar squealed, her eyes locked onto her new companion.

Dreamfyre, the late Helaena’s dragon, had not been seen since the rebels' attacks on King’s Landing all of those years ago, when Naerys was still in your womb. Aemond had distanced himself from you, running at Vhagar and toward his beloved daughter whom you finally spotted, placed between Vhagar’s protective posture and Dreamfyre’s curious eyes, advancing on the latter.

“Naerys! Do not take another step!” you heard Aemond yell as you caught up with him. Vhagar moved to stand behind her rider as she continued to watch Naerys' approach on the blue dragon, fascinated. You stood between Aemond and his mount, your heart beating fast.

“But father, look! It is a blue dragon! It just landed here to greet Vhagar!”

“Naerys, please stop and come back,” he implored, not willing to approach the now wild dragon closer in case it would startle her. However, the already closeness in which your daughter was with the beast had Aemond pause and watch how Dreamfyre only peered boringly at her.

You watched, amazed. “By the Mother, is that…”

“Dreamfyre,” Aemond finished for you. “She has been missing for years.”

“Aemond, we have to get her out of there!”

Aemond reached for your arm over Aelar and caressed it without taking his eye off Naerys who kept advancing toward the blue dragon. “I… I think it is alright. Vhagar would not be as calm if there were any danger. You know how protective she had been of her.”

“But Aemond she is only a child, surely she…”

But you went silent as Dreamfyre suddenly shifted her neck towards your daughter, making both you and Aemond jolt. But the she-dragon purred as she pressed her snout against Naerys' tiny raised hand, her hair wavering at the strong breath of the beast, making her giggle.

“Did our daughter just… bond with Dreamfyre…?” you said in disbelief, appalled and watching as Dreamfyre turned her head to look more closely at Naerys.

Aemond did not answer right away, too amazed to let the words out of his mouth. “I… don’t know. She would have to ride her to be certain.”

You indignantly looked at your husband, mouth agape as you considered the matter very dangerous, but Aemond only squeezed your arm reassuringly before letting go of it and walking closer to Dreamfyre, making Vhagar squeal slightly.

“Dōna, do you remember the words I taught you? In High Valyrian?”

Naerys turned her head at her father, happy as she touched the scales below Dreamfyre’s nose. She thought it over.

“Uh, some of it. I know Draca-”

“No! No dōna, I know you know that one but we will try something else, alright?” Aemond said as he raised a hand to make your daughter listen. “Do you remember the command I tell Vhagar when I want her to pay attention?”

“ Lykiri !” she proudly said, making both Vhagar and Dreamfyre tilt their enormous heads. Both you and Aemond watched how the blue dragon looked at her with burning and curious eyes.

“Yes, very good. Could you repeat it to Dreamfyre?”

“Dreamfyre? Is it its name?” she said, looking back at the dragon in awe. “I like it. Lykiri!”

Dreamfyre took a step back and bowed her body lower, abandoning all of her menacing posture from before. Aemond turned his head at you, sharing a confident look with your widened one.

“Very good. Now do you remember the word for ‘flying’? Can you say it to her?”

Your daughter thought hard, before raising her finger in the air.

“Yes! I remember!” she said brightly before taking a step back as well and inflating her chest, ready to yell. “Soves! ”

Dreamfyre titled her head again but did nothing else, and you felt your heart drop into your chest as you already pictured the worse, taking a few decided steps towards your daughter, but Aemond remained calm, extending his hand to stop you.

“No, you don’t move,” he commanded you, pointing to the spot below Vhagar’s wing, where you would be protected. He reported his attention to his daughter. “Sȳz, dōna. Now try again, try calling her name,” he said in an encouraging voice.

Naerys looked at both of you before staring back at the she-dragon, looking at her like she was a huge wall that would not budge and desired nothing more than to move it. “Soves Dreamfyre, soves!”

This time Dreamfyre raised herself of all of her might, making Naerys step back a little and Aemond completely take you out of the way protectively. She then flapped her wings once, twice, and a few heavy steps after she was in the air, making Vhagar flap her wings as well in approval as she watched the dragon circle in the sky above them. Naerys was giggling, not tearing her eyes from the beast as you rushed at her side to pull her against you.

“She is so beautiful!” she said against your belly as Aelar was also watching the dragon with amazement.

“Naerys, do not ever go to a dragon you do not know! You could have been-”

Aemond’s hands went to rest soothingly on your back before crouching to level with his daughter.

“My brave little Naerys., he said before scooping her into his arms. “You might be even crazier than me,” he smiled, his expression so proud that you could not help but smile at the sight as well. Dreamfyre roared as she circled closer to the ground.

“Aemond, this was dangerous,” you weakly scolded.

“I know,” was his only reply, a huge smirk on his handsome face making you escape a laugh.

“Can we keep her? Like Vhagar?” your daughter asked, looking between the both of you.

You both exchanged a look as Dreamfyre landed roughly near her eldest.

“Yes, I think that would be fine,” you said, caressing her face fondly. Aemond dropped her carefully on the ground to let her run toward Dreamfyre again, under the scrutinising gaze of both her parents. “She is only six…” you breathed.

“Yes. It might be the earliest bonding to an already hatched dragon since Aegon the Conqueror.”

You both watched as Naerys entertained herself in roaming her hand all of the length of Dreamfyre’s neck and back.

“Aemond, I am warning you, that if I see her on her back and in the air before her tenth name day, I will confiscate all the dragons. Even Vhagar.”

“Mh. This is quite unfair. The bond between a dragon and a rider is too strong, if she wants to ride, she will, and I won’t be able to do much,” he said with a teasing smile on his face at your threat. “Besides, she had flown for the first time when she was only three months old.”

“On Vhagar! With you, an experienced rider who knows how to fly! Not…”

Aelar babbled in your arms, and Aemond stepped behind you in order to wrap his arms around you both, resting his chin on your shoulder. Exactly like the first time you had been on Vhagar with him. “Nothing will happen to her, I promise. Look at her.”

Naerys was now seated in front of Dreamfyre who was resting her head on the ground, her snout stroked by her new rider, purring.

“If Vermithor comes next, I swear I will not let Aelar out of my sight,” you announced, stroking your son’s hair. You then listened to Aemond ask his son about which dragon he would like best, and you knew he was doing this to tease you.

You smiled nonetheless.

Here is a wonderful fanart by @cyeco13 of this last scene! (or almost). She is absolutely fantastic at Christmas gifts and is so very talented. It must have took her days to do the Dreamfyre but she still did it! I cannot look away, the art is so pretty. Thank you so much!

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The White Dragon (3)

3. The Wreckage

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Summary: Even though you were willing to put all the past behind you and your husband, it proves more difficult than you thought it be 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings:  *There might be spoilers in warnings*

Cursing, violence, smut, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, a wedding ceremony, Harwin is older than the reader. 10 years older to be exact.

There is a SMUT scene which I’m calling Dub-con because Harwin is “drunk” (not in his right mind 😂 but is still cute and hot and reader wants him)

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.9k

Notes: I don't know how I'm coming up with so many chapters... well... enjoy it

“Princess you shouldn’t be here!” called the maester, but he was interrupted by a scream for Harwin. Somebody had touched his arm while they moved him to the bed 

“He is my husband” you grunted, placing yourself at the other side of Harwin kneeling on the bed by his head. He grabbed onto you with his good arm

“I don’t want you to see me like this wife” he cried

“Princess, give them this”, the maester gave you a clay cup, filled with what you could only guess was milk of the poppy. You gently gave it to Harwin, who drank it all in two large gulps. That seemed to calm him down, but they had to remove the armor, which make him scream even more

“Princess we need to set his arm right, this is not going to be easy”

. . .

The air in the tourney had turned sour, Rharneyra seemed nervous and Laenor was too. You looked behind her at his father, and even he seemed worried, the only one smiling was Queen Alicent, in her lap, the crown made of white roses, naming her the Queen of Love and Beauty, gifted by Ser Criston, as you all called him, Crispin

“Ser Harwin is going to be alright” whispered Laenor, and she nodded, she caressed her belly

“That was a very dirty move” grunted the King to Ser Lyonel, who was shaken by the screams of pain of his son. 

“I guess he is no longer the strongest knight in the seven Kingdoms” beamed Alicent. 

Rhaenyra stood from her seat and was set to leave, and Laenor trailed behind her. 

“Sometimes I regret the day I chose him as a member of the Kingsguard” she whispered to Laenor as they took their leave

“I understand you are upset” he continued, “but you don’t have to worry, your sister is with him”

“I know,” she grunted. 

“Rhaenyra” he called her, as they were walking the gardens, she turned, in her eyes was guilt, he knew as much, “I know you care about Harwin” she didn’t deny her, she owned Laenor as much, “but he is your sister’s now”

“I know that” she snapped, her hand instinctively, in her belly. The air between them was tense, and Rhaenyra really wanted to explain to him that was she was truly worried about was Ser Criston’s reaction towards Harwin, his anger, the rage on his eyes made her tremble, he made a dirty move against him, against Harwin, and in that second she knew it was because he knew what happened between them.

Criston had turned sour towards her after she rejected her, and she believed Criston to be dangerous. Now he had harmed a member of the royal family. What could he do next? 

But at the same time, she couldn’t share her worries with Laenor, he would say that it was all in her mind, that it was a joust, and nothing had happened in truth, that the royal guard meant no harm towards Harwin. But she knew better

. . .

It had all settled down now, Harwin was resting, his breathing heavy, but seemed out because of the pain and exhaustion 

“We managed to set his arm back” growled the maester, “His recovery should be quickly and he should be back to his old self, now, be careful your Grace,Ser Harwin might be… a little drowsy” warned the Grand Maester with a shy smile

“Be careful?” you asked, still caressing your husband's dark locks

“Well he might act a little… strange” he explained, “like if he was drunk” you giggled

“I understand that, thanks” you murmured. He nodded and left you. Harwin grunted under you, revealing his awaken state, you looked down at him with a soft smile on your lips, your hand still tangled in his hair

“How are you feeling husband?” you whispered, as he opened his big eyes. At first you thought they were brown, but as you looked more closely they had strains of dark blue and green. 

”There you are” he said, a big smile slowly appearing on his plump lips, “my wifey” you giggled at the sweet nickname

“How are you feeling?” you asked

“Great” he grumbled, “but I think my jousting days are over”

“That does make me feel better” you said then, “I will not have you injured again”, he grunted, again, and the sound just awakened something inside of you, it was so primal, so needy….

“My sweet wife, come here,” he signaled, and even though it was an uncomfortable position, you leaned more into him, like he was going to let you in on a little secret, “make love to me?” he asked. and you opened your mouth in disbelief 

“Husband!”, you giggled, nervous at his lude words, “You are on milk of the poppy, I don’t want to take advantage of you” you said quietly, but he chuckled darkly

“Do it, wife!” he said drunkyly, “Take advantage, ride me like you would your dragon!” he whispered the last part, with a goofy grin on his face, and you barked out a laugh

“Harwin, stop it!” you giggled  

“My queen of love and beauty” he purred. He placed his big hand on your cheek gently, “my sweet girl” those eyes… those beautiful eyes…

“Harwin…” you called, this state of him both scared you and excited you, scared he was going to say something he shouldn’t, but excited because of what he was actually saying 

“I wanted to wed you, I wanted to bed you, I wanted to make you mine” he confessed, coaxing a deep blush on your cheeks and the butterflies in your belly

“Why didn’t you?” you asked

“You were barely a woman, a girl of six and ten” he said softly, “So pure and innocent, how could I be worthy?” 

“You are worthy” you whispered

“I heard Rickon Stark saying you were going to marry his son” he whispered back, his eyes looking at yours so intensely it made you shiver, “I thought they were going to send you to the North as soon as you turned 18” 

“He never did,” you said simply. Harwin smiled at you, arranging a wild lock of hair behind your ear

“Because you are mine now” he growled, “Now… about that ride” you barked out a laugh. But you wanted to please him, you desired him, wanted him, so you leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, but he grabbed you by the back of the neck and deepened the kiss, devouring you. 

He grabbed you and made you drop your body on top of his without releasing you

“Your arm,” you complained. He just growled, using just one hand he placed it on your ass, squeezing it. You whined with need, but still… “Are you sure? You should rest” he pressed you more against him so you could feel his throbbing manhood against your belly, and you couldn’t help but moan. 

“alright, alright” you groaned against his lips, it was quick and easy, you knew he wouldn’t release you, so you only leaned to a side to release his throbbing manhood. You pumped it with one hand, making him grunt.

“I’ll put a baby in you” he confirmed, and you moaned in need. Luckily the dress you were wearing today was thin, and had no need for undergarments, so with a little bit of effort you pulled up your head and it ended on the floor, leaving you naked for the greedy eyes of your husband. You climbed back on top of him. He grabbed your hip with his good hand, his eyes so blown out they looked black. You lined up his thick cock with your entrance, and you moaned loudly when you lowered your hips, impaling yourself on his length.

“I want you to” you whispered 

“Oh seven fucks” he grunted, and you moaned softly at the feeling of being stuffed full of him, it always felt so good. “Fuck wifey, you are always so tight for me” You placed a hand on his chest for leverage to star riding him like he wanted you to. 

He grunted underneath you, his breathing was heavy and his eyes were close, small curses escaped his lips. 

“Harwin”, you called, in need, he opened his eyes and looked at you riding him like your life depended on it. you changed the sway of your hips until the tip of his cock grazed that special spot inside of you, making your eyes rolled to the back of your own skull, specially when Harwin’s hand traveled to one of your breasts, squeezing it, his fingers twitching the peak between his thumb and his index finger. 

“Wife” he called, as you both reached your climaxes at the same time. You let yourself fall over Harwin, gasping and trying to gather your breath. As he stuffed you full of him. 

When you woke the next day you were over Harwin, your head resting over his shoulder and your hand on his chest. Your breasts rested against his side, as did the rest of your naked body, and your leg was possessively over his. You smiled softly, as you started to caress his chest, the hairs felt so soft under your hand.

He grunted, gently opening his eyes with a warm smile on his face. his hand that rested on your shoulder lowered down your back, caressing your skin in turn 

“Good morning wife” he purred

“Good morning husband” you said back

“How did we end up in this situation?” he asked heartedly, “did I harm you last night?” you raised your head to look at his concerned one

“You don’t remember?” you asked, had he not meant all those sweet words he said to you last night? He saw the disappointed look in your eyes, and he tried to fix it. He tried to move his arm but failed with a whine

“You are injured” you said softly, “they had to reset your arm back, and they gave you a large amount of milk of the poppy…” you tried

“Did I harm you? Was I rough?” he was truly concern, you smiled gently and shook your head

“You didn’t, it was great…” you said softly, “You said you’d like me to… “ride you like I would my dragon” you giggled, and he opened his eyes and mouth in disbelief, and then a cheeky smile appeared on his face

“I see…” he purred, “and you certainly did…”

“I certainly did” you lowered your gaze, still feeling the disappointment he didn’t remember all the things he said to you

“What else did I say?” he continued

“You were sweet, I’m sad you don’t remember” he leaned and kissed you sweetly

“I’m sorry for upsetting you sweet wife”

“You didn’t” you whispered, “I’m sorry you got injured” you continued, his face contorted in pain when he tried to move his arm and couldn’t

“If you're going to ride me like that, I’m not” His gentleness made you happy, but still, you wanted to know if the words he spoke were true. 

“You told me that… “ you began, nervousness clawing at your throat, “that you wanted me… two years ago, and that… you wanted to marry me but I was young, and promised to Cregan Stark” harwin only grunted softly, “And that you thought I was going to the North as soon as I turned 18”

“Yeah” he grunted, he seemed embarrassed, “It’s the truth”

“I thought it was my sister you wanted”, you muttered mindlessly, looking down at his chest, but when you felt his gentle touch on your face, you raised your eyes to look at him

“It had always been you”

It was a beautiful morning, two months later, that a servant awoke you and Harwin with the news that your sister had begun her labors. Oh you were so nervous, you fleetingly thought that you were more nervous than your own sister, she was certain that everything was going to be alright and she was unusually calm the day before, only complaining that she missed riding Syrax. 

So you and your husband, that morning, decided to try to make a babe of your own, before you got dressed and awaited the news of the Prince being born. 

It was noon when the news came, it was a boy named Jacaerys, and Rhaenyra would love to see you. 

The castle was roaring to life with the news of the new Prince, and you guessed that your father was ready to celebrate and throw the realm into another tournament, or a ball of some sorts. You and Harwin smiled to one another as he grabbed your hand in his. 

When you reached your sister’s chambers the Queen and your father were already there, but you got the feeling that something was wrong. Alicent was looking at you with her big eyes and an unsettling look on them. But you ignored her, your eyes finding your sister, who looked tired as you never saw her before. Her silver hair is still wet and sticky with sweat, dancing freely over her shoulders. They dressed her in a simple robe, as she was laying on a longchair, the one that used to be your mother’s

“Hey Nyra” you greeted, and she smiled brightly at you, a bundle cuddled against her chest. you leaned in to kiss her forehead, and then, you stood to look at the baby. And your whole world collapsed around you. 

When you saw your nephew you knew, you just had to look at him, his pale skin like Rhaenyra’s and his thick black hair, just like… Harwin’s. Your husband was beside you, looking at the babe like only a father would his newborn son, he grabbed your shoulders tightly, looking directly at the babe with a smile pulling at his lips

Your father said something but you couldn’t hear it, your senses were numb with pain, and heartache. But in your haze, your eyes connected with those of Alicent, who was looking at you with pity, like she knew, like you, what had happened here

“Would you like to hold him, sister?” the voice of Rhaenyra awoke you, and when you looked down at your sister, she had that guilty look on her face

“You should practice, wife” Harwin whispered with a proud look on his face

“Yes, daughter, you will have your own babe soon enough” your father chimed in, but suddenly all your strength left you. You felt a twist at the bottom of your stomach .

“I’m sorry” you apologized, knowing that if she handed you her son you were going to drop him, your arms turned to jelly, “I bet you are tired sister, I should let you rest” and under the scrutiny of the Queen, the King, Laenor, your sister, and your husband, you abandoned the room in a haste, because you felt acid running up your throat

You ran down the corridors, feeling more ill by the second, a strong nausea taking a hold on you, and the closest thing you could find to drop the contents of your stomach, was a huge base placed in the corner. You fell over it, kneeling on the floor and puking your stomach out

“Princess” Ser Criston Cole, unfortunately, was the one to find you, “Are you alright?”

“I feel sick” you answered

“I will alert the Lord Commander” he said quickly, but you shook your head

“No, I’m ok, I’m ok” you repeated, with his help you stood up, “I’m fine”, he let you leave. You knew he didn’t like you because of what happened with Rhaenyra, his loyalty belonged with the Queen now. You walked down the corridors until you found yourself in the Godswood 

You found a seat where you could enjoy the noon sun, and you sat there, trying to control the nausea, and the heartache

But soon another presence joined you, you looked up to see Queen Alicent, and now you really wanted to throw up some more, perhaps aim at her dress and shoes

“Princess”

“Your grace” you answered, looking down

“I’m sorry” she whispered, taking a seat next to you

“What for?”, you might have harness anger for Rhaenyra and your own husband, but you are never going to betray your sister

“You are upset” she continued 

“I’m upset because I'm scared,” you said looking up at her, “I might be with child any time now, and seeing my sister, such a strong woman, suffer like that, it triggered me, reminded me of my mother” it was partially true. But she didn’t buy it, she leaned into you

“You and I both know, what is so plain to see” she whispered, you looked back at her, your gaze never wavered, you didn’t even blink

“I don’t know what you mean” you spitted out, “I’m upset because I’m scared of having children” and in that you weren’t lying either, you weren’t sure you wanted to have children that were going to look exactly like your nephew

“I know you want to protect your sister” she continued, “… but what she did to you… is not proper, is not fair”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you interrupted her. She sighed loudly, in defeat, behind her you could see Ser Criston, waiting for her. 

“I’m sorry for what they did to you” she whispered, “they have no shame, and they have dragged you along” she did pitied you, but you thought her pity was going to turn into anger, she was going to put you in the same bag she has placed Rhaenyra

She left you then, her Kingsguard followed her, but when did exited the Godswood, they crossed paths with Steffon, who appeared through the double doors, his eyes found you, sitting there, en his eyes was pure panic, you must have looked terrible, sick looking and with tears in your cheeks. 

“Princess, they told me you were sick” he said hastily

“Yeah, I threw up, but I’m fine” you whispered 

“I should take you to the maesters” he said, reaching you, he placed his hand on your shoulder, and you would have said no, but you felt so sick still, you just nodded

He escorts you to the tower of the maesters, a place you haven't visited since that time you broke your hand.

“Should I alert your husband?” he asked, but then you just shook your head

“No, thanks, not yet” The maester looked surprised to see you, normally they would send for him and they would visit your chambers

“You grace” he greeted, the old man fixed his robes and chain, looking at you with his small eyes opened round like plates

“The princess is sick” Ser Steffon chimed in, and with one look from you, he exited the room and waited for you outside

“What do you feel, Princess? Can you describe it to me?”, he made you sit at a tall table. 

“I feel very nauseous, and I threw up” you mentioned, “the very thought of food alone twists my guts into a knot” 

“Let’s see, shall we princess?” he examined you thoroughly, didn’t let anything escape his eyes. And finally there was only one conclusion

“When was your last blood moon, princess?”

You walked back to your chambers in a daze, Steffon walking silently right beside you. But as you were at the doors, Rhaenyra’s room just down the hallway, you decided you didn’t want to be here. So as your shadow followed you silently, you walked until you were outside the Keep.  Instead of venturing into the city, you decided to walk the gardens instead. It was still a beautiful day, you walked silently amongst the trees in line,  until you reached the stone balcony, giving you a splendid view of the Black Water.

You let the light breeze try to take away your worries, but it only made you more doubtful. 

You didn’t know what to think, what to do. You were expecting your husband’s child, and in another circumstances, you would be so happy, joyous even, but… not the same day you witnesses the incarnation itself of your husband’s indiscretions.

Was there going to be another? Did he still enjoy the company of your sister? You knew Laenor couldn’t perform as a husband for her, so… would she find someone knew?

But it was too late, according to your calculations he was conceived even before your wedding day, before you two got betrothed even, you didn’t have any evidence they kept having their secret encounters… but your mind flooded with the face of that babe

Your nephew

And now you were expecting Harwin’s child, that when it’s born, is going to look exactly like him. You and Rhaenyra didn’t look alike, except for the silver hair, so you didn’t really know what was going to happen regarding the looks of your own babe, but you could only guess. People had eyes, and they were all on you, the Queen’s, your father’s, the entire court. 

You let the sunset sun bathe you, and tears fell freely down your cheeks 

Steffon offered you a simple handkerchief and you used it to wipe your tears.  

“What am I supposed to do now?” you asked. Steffon was your sworn Knight, in his vows, he pledge to keep your secrets, and he had

“I don’t know” he whispered, “are you with his child?” you nodded, looking at the horizon, he leaned in, “do you want me to kill him?” you didn’t know if he was kidding or not, you guessed not, but you chuckled nonetheless

“No, no” you whispered. 

“I can make it look like an accident” an image of Steffon hiding, and then pushing Harwin down the stairs made you giggle, more comical in your mind than it could be in real life. You always had a creative mind

“I’m certain you could, but I don’t think it would solve the main problem” you muttered with a shy smile

“Maybe your child is gifted with the Targaryen silver hair” he tried, “maybe nobody sees the resemblance”

“My child may have silver hair, but I will never truly have my husband” you whispered, voicing your true concerns 

You were his, he was your only one, your first one, you belonged to him, but the same courtesy wasn’t granted to you, he didn’t belong to you, he just had his own child, a son, with a woman that wasn’t you, that was your own sister. You placed a hand in your yet flat belly. But your child would be yours, to care for, to cherish, to protect with fierceness. To teach high Valyrian to, to teach how to bond and ride a dragon. That did made you smile

You knew Harwin was going to love your child, as much as he had cared for you this past months and even more. 

But would he show his love for his other child? for the child he had with his lover?

When you came back to your chambers Harwin hadn't arrived yet, and for that you were thankful. You haven't eaten all day, but you weren’t hungry, you felt tired, like you could sleep for a week without anyone disturbing your slumber. 

You were dozing off curled in your bed when Harwin entered. Sometimes the shifts on the city watch would end in taverns and pleasure houses, so it wasn’t strange for him to arrive at a late hour. 

“Wife” he greeted, and in his face was a smile that you guessed never disappeared since the morning

“Hey” you whispered, trying to coax a smile on your own face, but it didn’t work, every time you saw him, your chest hurt

“Where did you go this morning? you ran off” he knew that something was off with you

“Just needed to walk,” you answered, curling up further inside the bed. You could see his worried gaze, but you averted yours, “how was your shift?”

“I’ve got to say, wife, that after the purge your uncle committed the first weeks before he refounded the city watch, it's been a dull affair” you smiled at his

“You are too kind, you are the commander now, I bet you keep everything under control yourself” you whispered. He smiled widely… oh those eyes again. He leaned in and kissed you softly 

“Did something happen today?” he asked. You just shook your head. Remembering how difficult it must be for him as well, and how difficult you were to him the first weeks of your betrothal, he was a good man, it was true. But what you had seen and witnessed, with him and your sister, you couldn’t let it go, especially not now.

Harwin took his armor off, leaving it in its special place by the hearth. And he was on you in a second, a warm smile on his face, he placed his big hands on your shoulders and kissed you sweetly. You recognized those kisses, he wanted you, he desired you, perhaps fuelled with thoughts about impregnation

But you couldn’t possibly be more dry

“Is Rhaenyra’s son yours?” you asked, when he was dropping kisses down your neck. He stopped in a second, his panicked gaze looking at you. Your eyes filled with tears again

“How could you think that?” he answered, he seemed hurt by your insinuations

“Harwin it isn't very odd, I saw you and her…”

“Your sister had other lovers” he said plainly, “That boy is a Velaryon”

“I’m sorry” you whispered, “I will never bring it up again” he smiled softly, dropping one last kiss on your lips before getting inside the covers by your side. 

The next morning you found him early in the morning, putting back his city watch uniform and gold cloak

“I’m off wifey” 

“It’s a little early” you commented, his smile was gentle as ever, his hand cradled your face, “I thought you had to be in the barracks by noon today”

“I want to go early so I can leave early” he answered, “you told me you wanted us to have dinner”

“Oh, right” you whispered, a shy smile on your lips, you wanted to tell him tonight over a nice dinner that you were expecting his baby. “have a good day, husband” you whispered, he smiled brightly at you and kissed you softly on the lips

“Thanks, my lovely wife” he answered softly, leaving you to do your hair to begin your day

You were starting to care deeply for Harwin, he was so sweet and even though he was the strongest man of the seven kingdoms, yet he was so gentle with you, and the physical power he held made your body tingle with need and excitement, for him. 

You braided your hair that day, wanting to keep it out of your face, you put on one of your favorite dresses, and with a shy smile, you decided you wanted to mend bonds with your sister, she just had a baby! you should be happy for her, the future heir to the iron throne.

So you went to see her, you left your rooms to find Ser Criston guarding the door, always silent, he just stood there, so you paid him no mind as you walked passed him down the hall to your sister’s rooms

But before you could enter her quarters, you heard a deep voice. You stopped, froze on your tracks because it was Harwin’s voice. 

You peered inside the room from the door, and you saw both of them, Harwin had your nephew in his arms and was smiling down at him, and Rhaenyra was watching both of them with a tired smile. 

He had denied his parentage to you, and he pretended like the child wasn't his on top of it… But this? He lied to you, to spend time with the baby you knew was his, this was reaffirming it. 

Right then and there you decided you couldn’t, you wouldn’t handle this, you didn’t know how. 

You ran away, again, cleaning the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your dress. 

You can't, you couldn’t do this. You felt a pain in your chest so sharp you actually thought something was wrong with you. But it was just heartache

You had to leave, you couldn’t stay here, not with him so close to her. No with them playing you like you were a fool. But at the same time, you didn’t have anywhere to go, to Dragonstone? your sister's seat? the seat of the heir to the throne? No. You had no known home, your family didn’t hold any other place. Or should you go to Harrenhall? your husband’s seat, perhaps? that sounded as enticing as falling off your dragon

You were alone 

But what you knew for sure is that you couldn’t stay here. 

So you gathered some of your clothes and put them on a leather bag, alongside a heavy pouch with coins, put on your riding gear and completely alone, without even the company of your Kingsguard, you used one of the passageways your uncle had taught you about and left the Red Keep with a hood on. 

You should have done this sooner, before you got married, before you were with child, but you couldn’t take it, not this….

Next chapter... a tour around Essos 😂

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[presidenthades]

Once again, I am doing a series of my behind-the-scenes thoughts for The Golds while I do light edits for formatting, typos, and continuity. Here’s Chapter 2!

(Note: I originally planned to put out these commentaries once a day, but I’ve been recruited for an urgent knitting/crochet project IRL so I might be a bit slow.)

For this chapter’s title, I chose the lyrics for the Father in “The Song of the Seven” because Aegon finds out he’s going to be a dad. 😳

Opening line: I wanted the reader to spend a half-second thinking Aegon was in the middle of a sexual activity 😂. Later in the chapter, both Daemon and Alicent briefly think he’s been out at the brothels, so I wanted to foreshadow that here. But it turns out Aegon just really likes pies.

Gyles and Ronnel were throwaway characters in my original plan, but they ended up being very important to the plot 😅. I took a brief line from Aegon’s letter in Chapter 3 of the Handbook, about him eating pies that were almost better than sex, and created Gyles from that. So Aegon’s been patronizing Gyles’s business for several years.

Gyles rents a small storefront on the Street of Flour, which I presume is where most of the bakers in KL live/work. He’s probably part of the local bakers’ guild, and he’s on the poorer end of the street so his customers tend to be laborers who want a quick hot meal. Aegon stumbled across the shop one day as a young teen when he was hangry, and he’s been coming back ever since.

I spent a ridiculous amount of time researching the history of cheese and barely used it for the fic 🥲. But I want everyone to know I thought very carefully about the type of cheese Gyles uses in his pies! It would be similar to appenzeller, which is a cheese of Swiss origin that uses cider/wine during the cheesemaking process, and it supposedly has an herby flavor (I’ve never had it but I want it). It’s a hard cheese (so it travels well) that melts well (good for pie filling), and it’s from an Alpine region (like the Vale where Gyles is from).

Ronnel barely got a glimpse of Jace during her wedding parade, but he would die for her 🥲.

We get our first glimpse of the Tyroshi, which I tried not to draw too much attention to so readers didn’t get suspicious, but I wanted it in there to set up Aegon’s investigation in Chapter 4. In hindsight, Aegon wishes he just stabbed the man that day…but he probably would’ve gotten beat up or killed in turn by the bodyguards.

BTW I am very proud of the sentence where I describe the bodyguards as looking like chickens 🐔. Sorry, just have to pat my back here.

Author’s nitpick about Maegor’s tunnels! My understanding is the secret tunnels are in the Red Keep but NOT in the Holdfast, which only has one super special secret escape route that book!Aegon uses when Rhaenyra takes KL. I have to remember not to let the characters just pop around anywhere they please using the secret tunnels. If everyone used secret tunnels all the time, they wouldn’t be very secret 🤧. I imagine the passage Aegon uses to sneak in and out of the castle is one that a lot of Targaryen royals have used, so it’s not a HUGE secret.

Daemon heard about the pregnancy pretty quickly after Jace got sick during small council. Nobody is sure where Aegon went, only that he sneaked out (pretty normal for him), and of course Daemon’s first suspicion is that Aegon is out whoring 💀. So Daemon went to the tunnels to catch Aegon on his way back and verify if Aegon was at the brothels or not. If Aegon was out whoring while his wife just found out she’s pregnant, Daemon would probably have done…something not nice 😅. But Aegon was just eating pies so it’s fine!

Aegon is no longer scared of Daemon (he was a bit scared in the first part of the Handbook), but he still doesn’t want to be alone with Daemon in a dark tunnel 👀.

Aegon has excellent zingers in the book, so I wanted give him some very sassy lines in this fic. Hence, Aegon implying Daemon is getting fat 😂. If you can’t take it, don’t dish it, Daemon!

Daemon’s line about “a spate of missing persons in the city” is a reference to the Tyroshi’s doings. The Tyroshi has kidnapped enough “good citizens” (tradesmen like Gyles, as opposed to poor prostitutes) that it’s becoming noticeable.

And yes, Daemon did deliberately make Aegon think something bad happened to Jace as revenge for Alyssa and the early wake up calls.

Originally, I was going to do brief POV scenes of all Jace’s sisters reacting to the pregnancy news, but it got very repetitive so I cut out all of them except Luce. But in the deleted bits, there’s a scene where Alicent asks Rhaena to help find Jace’s premarital nightgowns because the only nightwear Jace has right now is sexy lingerie 🤭. Then there’s a kinda sad bit where Rhaena realizes Alicent thinks she’s helping Jace by removing temptation from Aegon, because a pregnant woman should want reprieve from her husband’s attentions, because that was Alicent’s experience: being pregnant meant she didn’t have to sleep with Viserys. So Alicent struggles to realize that on the contrary, Jace might enjoy her husband’s attention.

Alicent and Rhaenyra have a comedic bit where they synchronize as they transform into Overprotective Future Grandmother mode, to showcase that they’re more similar than they admit. It’s self-explanatory why Rhaenyra is fussy, but this is also Alicent’s first grandchild. And she has always liked Jace, who is basically Alicent’s ideal good-daughter. I also think Alicent is a little jealous that Rhaenyra has Jace; Alicent definitely loves Helaena, but we see her struggling to connect with her daughter on the show, whereas Jace has always been polite, dutiful, and overall “easy” to interact with.

Because Alicent likes Jace so much, she is extra offended at the thought that Aegon might be out whoring. In a way, she still thinks of him as the profligate young prince before the Stepstones (at this point in the story, he’s only been back two months), so she assumed the worst. But it’s obvious to her that Aegon is head over heels for Jace, and she realizes he changed while he was away. So she apologizes, which doesn’t erase the hurt of her accusation but Aegon recognizes it as a big deal since she’s never apologized to him before. And she’s embarrassed about her mean reaction, but she’s too proud to do anything else to make amends.

In an earlier draft of the scene where Aegon learns about the pregnancy, I dragged out the misunderstanding where he thinks he made her cry. There was a whole miscommunication sequence that somehow ends with Aegon thinking Jace doesn’t love him anymore (he tries to give her a new ring, she cries because she knows her hands will swell and she’s worried she’ll be hideous and “I won’t be your pretty girl anymore” or something like that), but it was too melodramatic so I cut it down to a brief moment of pregnancy hormones 😅.

Using her sleeve to wipe her face is a bad habit that Aegon taught Jace because he used to do that for her when they were little and she cried 😭. (He still does it sometimes.)

Another theme in the story: when Jace is nervous, scared, or otherwise feeling negative emotions, Aegon uses humor to bring her out of her pit of despair (e.g. wedding night, during the storm at Dragonstone).

A hennin is that tall cone hat you see in medieval paintings. It was a status flex because it’s so impractical, which means only rich non-working women can wear it. Rhaenys’s hairstyle kinda reminds me of it too 😅. I imagine hennins to be very old-fashioned at this point in time, and maybe Rhaenys made Jace wear a few hennins when she was little and that’s why Jace hates them so much lol.

When I was writing the Handbook, I thought might’ve been the one to come up with the elopement idea. But she’s such a naturally cautious person that now I think she needed nudging first, and Aegon is reckless enough to go for an elopement without thinking about consequences too much.

I also have this idea that Otto has always been a big Jacegon shipper in this universe 😂. It’s the perfect match for his Plan A, B, C, X, Y, and Z. I like to imagine that before Rhaenyra took her daughters to Dragonstone, Otto was telling Aegon things like “bring Jace flowers!” and “wash your hair!” to help the romance along. I wouldn’t be surprised if at some point, Otto straight up told Aegon “you need to marry that girl no matter what” (and it’d be hilarious if this planted the seed of the elopement in Aegon’s head).

Tyroshi purple is basically the real-world Tyrian purple, which was made from sea snails and so expensive that only royalty could afford it. I thought it very fitting for Jace, who’s supposed to be the future queen. The color also reminds me of wine, but I worked so hard to make Aegon not an alcoholic that I didn’t want to mention it in the fic 😛.

When Aegon avoids telling Jace his real, dark thoughts, we get a glimpse of how he tries to protect her from bad things in life. This is a point of friction that comes up again in the fic: Aegon thinks it’s best not to tell Jace certain things, and she disagrees.

Jace doesn’t like naps because she thinks they’re a waste of time when she could be doing work 🥲.

When Aegon is in the Tower with Otto, he notices a petition about thugs extorting money from guild members. This is also a reference to the Tyroshi’s doings!

Otto is a neat freak, Aegon knows it, and Aegon takes advantage of it for fleeting moments of malicious glee.

I also have a whole list of old people habits that Otto partakes in. Here, Aegon references Otto’s daily glass of prune juice, but I won’t go into detail about that 🙈. I also imagine Otto taking brisk early morning walks around the Tower, with his elbows pumping in a very old man way, to get his daily cardio in.

I made Otto’s late wife a member of House Mullendore. They’re vassals of the Hightowers, so it’s an acceptable match for a second son. (The Mullendores sided with the Blacks during the Dance, so I’m headcanoning that Otto had a terrible falling-out with them after his wife died.) More importantly, their sigil is a bunch of orange butterflies (see: Helaena’s embroidery that Otto displays in his study). We all know Helaena loves insects, and I feel like this is an extra reason she’s Otto’s favorite: her hobby reminds him of his wife.

Otto is generally happy with how things are going in this verse. Of course he would prefer if Aegon were the heir, but right now he’s guaranteed to have his blood on the throne even if it’s a few generations down the road, and he finds Jace to be reasonable, intelligent, and dutiful. But Otto is still sneaky, because he’s Otto. When he talks about “a royal grandson,” does he mean Rhaenyra’s grandson (baby gets his claim as Jace’s son) or Viserys’s grandson (baby gets his claim as Aegon’s son)? 🧐

Otto supports Jace attending the Small Council because her fate and reputation are closely tied to Aegon’s. If she does well, that reflects well upon her husband. Otto is also aware that if/when Rhaenyra is queen, she’ll want to sack him and send him away from court. But if he maintains a good relationship with Jace, who would be the Princess of Dragonstone at that time, he’ll still be able to retain influence at court not just through Alicent, who would then be dowager queen and less powerful. And if Jace demonstrates herself to be more capable at governance than Rhaenyra (who is less diligent about attending matters of state), Otto isn’t going to say no to that.

Jace knows that Otto has clashed with Rhaenyra in the past and that he has emotionally and physically hurt Aegon, so she doesn’t like Otto as a person. But she appreciates his skill as Hand and respects him professionally. So she’s willing to work with him, but she isn’t leaping at the prospect of spending time with him. And I think that suits Otto just fine. He doesn’t want to be liked, he wants results.

Sorry I couldn’t resist making a “we forgot Daeron existed” joke 🪦.

I really like Aegon and Aemond’s brotherly relationship, and I don’t see nearly enough of it in fics so I had to make my own contribution. Even in the show canon, where Aemond covets the throne and scorns Aegon, he’s still loyal to his brother and they have that brotherly telepathy moment during the last supper. In this verse, they’re much closer but they are still mean to each other in a delightfully sibling fashion. After his relationship with Jace (and eventually Cheeseball), I think Aegon’s relationship with Aemond is his most meaningful relationship in this fic, and I’ll probably keep tugging on it throughout the series.

Aegon won’t admit it but he’s excited to tell his brothers he’s gonna be a dad 🥰.

Daeron spent the last three years in Oldtown, which is the heart of the Faith, so the sex ed he received was very…censored 😅. And since he spent so long thinking that kissing = babies, you can imagine he has a strong reaction when he accidentally kisses Joff later.

Joff has plenty of older sisters (including Baela), and Rhaenyra and Daemon aren’t very quiet at Dragonstone. Thus, Joff figures out how procreation works as a young age 💀.

Aemond does not tell Daeron what a quim is. He tells Daeron to go ask a maester.

As mentioned in Chapter 10, Aegon knows Baela was/is attracted to Jace, and this is a big source of friction between them. But Baela’s never acted on her feelings, and Aegon feels fairly secure in Jace’s affections, so he doesn’t talk about it out loud. But if Baela ever provoked him enough, he would mention it to get back at her (Aegon still has a mean streak, he’s just better at suppressing it).

Helaena’s three egg-shaped beads are a reference to the children she’ll never have in this verse. I’m of the opinion that her prophecies are very vague and mostly vibes (e.g. “he’ll have to close an eye” = she sees Aemond riding a dragon with one eye closed, like an extended wink). So she definitely doesn’t know “ah yes, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera and Maelor, who are all going to die terribly,” but she has a sense of the children she would’ve loved and lost in another life. So she’s a bit sad about not having those children in this life, but part of her is relieved she’ll never have to endure the horrible loss and suffering her children’s deaths caused.

“Sunflowers should not be watered with wine.” Helaena compares Jace to the sun (“to the sun I go”), which makes Aegon a sunflower that’s always turning to face the sun. He isn’t an alcoholic here, so he’s thriving more.

“The egg is crowned with gold, and all the creatures love it so.” The egg is Cheeseball, of course. He’s crowned with gold because he’ll be king one day, and gold is his parents’ color. The creatures = dragons, seahorses, towers, etc., all the houses with competing claims to the throne but who all agree that Cheeseball is the future king.

“Buzz, buzz. Your hive has gathered.” Jace is the queen bee, but she’s also constantly working like a bee.

“A lovely summer egg.” Cheeseball is born toward the end of summer. Also a reference to how his future reign will be peaceful and prosperous.

“A beloved egg free from sorrow.” In contrast to Helaena’s children/eggs 🥲.

Helaena’s freak out about the name Jaehaerys is 100% a reference to Blood and Cheese. Again, she doesn’t know exactly what would’ve happened in this alternate universe, but she’s getting very bad vibes from the name.

Jace despairs at the prospect of being coddled for the entire pregnancy, which is exactly what happens…

Laenor wasn’t a paragon of fatherhood but he was more present in this universe. The girls being his actual daughters does affect his feelings for them, and I think he likes having daughters. He would have to help educate and train a son, but he can just spoil and dote on daughters. (Pretty similar to Aegon’s attitude in the beginning of this fic.) So Laenor makes a lot more visits to the nursery when the kids are little, hence Aegon’s familiarity with him.

I wrote the interlude because we see almost all the other siblings’ reactions to the pregnancy, but not Luce. I just couldn’t bring myself to delete it with the other reaction POVs so I kept it in 😅. I justify it by telling myself that it’s important setup for the Baratheon drama later lol (even though at the time I wrote this chapter, I wasn’t sure Floris and Sara were going to die, so this is the author retconning).

Rhaenyra made Jace wait until her sixteenth nameday, so she’s applying that rule to all her daughters: no marriage until you’re sixteen. That’s why Luce has to wait. And if the Baratheon stuff didn’t happen later, it would 100% have been a smart move. Luce is very impulsive, and she and Aemond were clashing for so long, it’s wiser to wait and make sure they’re in this for the long haul and not just acting on hormones.

Aemond had visited Driftmark four times in the past month, which means he’s there every week for several days 😂.

I like to think Daemon told Caraxes to tell Arrax to make sure Luce and Aemond don’t have too much fun 🤭. And for some reason, I imagine Arrax looking a lot like a light fury from How to Train Your Dragon. Big eyes and shiny scales.

Earlier in the chapter, we get a monologue about how Aegon would starve to keep Jace fed. Here, Aemond is literally stealing Luce’s lunch 🤣🤣🤣.

Jace knows her sister super well! That’s why she tells Luce to sit down before she continues the letter: she knows Luce is going to have a strong reaction.

Jace loves all her sisters but I think she’s closest to Luce. They’re less than two years apart in age, and Joff was born four years after Luce, so a lot of Jace’s earliest memories are just the two of them as sisters. Just like how Aemond is one of Aegon’s most important relationships, Luce is one of Jace’s most important relationships.

Chapter 3 commentary here

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Blood and Ashes

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4: Pleasures of the Night

Now, we are in the Castle Gardens. A beautiful space full of flowers and bushes. But the most interesting was the  Heart Tree. These trees, as the legend says were already here when the First Men arrived, who with the Children of the Forest drew faces and made tears of blood in them.

Under this particular tree were Rhaenyra, Aerin and Alicent.

Rhaenyra had her head on Aerin's lap while she caressed Rhaenyra's hair. While that, Alicent was questioning Rhaenyra.

- Did you read it?

- Of course I read it.

Aerin looked at her niece with a raised eyebrow. She doubted Rhaenyra would waste her precious time reading that book. The Realm's Delight only answered with a smile.

- When Princess Nymeria arrived in Dorne, who did she take to husband?

- A man.

Aerin would have laughed at that if it wasn't for Alicent.

- What was his name?

- Lord Something.

- If you answer with "Lord Something", Septa Marlow will be furious.

- She's funny when she's furious - said Aerin who loved to see the elder woman get red of anger when the Princess would do something wrong. Rhaenyra only looked at Aerin, silently agreeing.

- You're always like this when you're worried.

Rhaenyra, that until now was playing with a flower, looked at Alicent.

- Like what?

- Disagreeable. You're worried your father is about to overshadow you with a son.

- I only worry for my mother. I hope for my father that he gets a son. As long as I can recall, it's all he's wanted. 

- You want him to have a son?

Aerin, too, looked surprised at her niece's response.

- I want to fly with you and aunt Aerin on dragonback, see the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake.

- I'm being serious.

- I never jest about cake.

- You aren't about your position?

Rhaenyra looked at Aerin and snuggled closer to her Aunt.

- I like this position. It's quite comfortable. 

Alicent closed the book and stood up.

- Where are you going?

- Home. The hour has grown late.

Aerin looked up at the sky. Judging by the position of the sun, it wasn't late at all.

- Princess Nymeria led her Rhoynar across the Narrow Sea on 10,000 ships to flee their Valyrian pursuers. - Rhaenyra said as she got to her feet followed by Aerin. - She took Lord Mors Martell of Dorne to husband and burned her own fleet off Sunspear to show her people that they were finished running.

- I don't even know that. -  Aerin joked.

Rhaenyra then approached Alicent and tore a page from the book.

- What are you doing?- asked Alicent in terror.

- So you remeber - said Rhaenyra calmly.

- If the Septa sees this book, then...

- She will kill you - continued Aerin.

- Fuck the Septa. - haggled Rhaenyra.

- Rhaenyra!

Aerin burst out laughing. That one, was the niece she had raised. Her little monster. 

The three then walked together back to the Red Keep.

--

Viserys entered his chambers. Where Aemma was. She was in the bathtub, where she had been for longer than an hour.

- You spend more time in that bath, then I do on the throne. - commented Viserys.

- This is the only place I can find comfort these days. - Aemma sighed.

Viserys dipped his hand in the water. Where it should be, but wasn't hot. 

- It's tepid.

- It's as warm as the maesters will allow.

- Don't they know dragons prefer heat?

- Now you sounded like your sister...After this miserable pregnancy, I wouldn't be surprised if I hatched an actual dragon.

- Then he will be loved and cherished. - Viserys kissed his beloved's hand.

- Rhaenyra has already declared that she is to have a sister. Aerin supported the idea.

- Really?

- They even named her.

- Dare I ask? 

- "Visenya" - Viserys laughed. - They chose a dragon's egg for the craddle that they say reminded them of Valerian.

- Gods be good. This family already has its Visenya.

Viserys was referring to Aerin herself. It was said by the nobles that Aerin was more of a man than most, riding to battle and glory and commanding dragons as no one else had ever done. Furthermore, she and Visenya herself were the only women on record who carried swords. Them being Dark Sister and Dracarys. Legend also said that Aerin and Visenya were as comfortable in silk as they were in ringmail.

- Has there been any word from your dear brother?

- Not since I named him Commander of the City Watch. I'm sure he will reemerge for the tourney. He could never stay away from the lists.

- The tourney to celebrate the firstborn son that we presently do not have. You do understand nothing will cause the babe to grow a cock if it does not already possess one?

- This child is a boy, Aemma.

- Yes.

- I'm certain of it. I've never been more certain of anything. The dream... It was clearer than a memory. Our son was born wearing Aegon's iron crown. When I heard the sound of thundering hooves, splintering shields, and ringing swords, and I placed our son upon the Iron Throne... as the bells of the Grand Sept tolled and all the dragons roared as one. 

- The dragons only roared as one once. And it was for their Mother. For your sister. 

- But- 

- Born wearing a crown? Gods spare me, birth is unpleasant enough as it is. This is the last time, Viserys. I've lost one babe in the craddle, had two stillbirths, and two pregnancies ended well before their term. That's five in twice as many years. I know it is my duty to provide you an heir, and I'm sorry if I have failed you in that. I am...

- No.

- But I have mourned all the dead children I can.

Meanwhile, in her room, Aerin looked out over the balcony at the spectacle Daemon was about to put on. Of all the two of them had done, nothing compared to that.

Down in the middle of the street, all the City Watch soldiers clapped their hands on their chests as their Commander, Daemon, walked by.

- Commander on the floor!

- When I took command of the Watch, you were stray mongrels, starving and undisciplined. Now, you're a pack of hounds. Sated and honed for the hunt.

The soldiers howled.

- My brother's city has fallen into squalor. Crime of every breed has been allowed to thrive. No longer. Beginning tonight, King's Landing will learn to fear the color gold. - The soldiers shouted, once more.

As the doors opened, Daemon took one last look at Aerin. This one, from the top of the balcony, could see him perfectly in his golden cape. She nodded at him. One last verdict for his show to begin.

And so, soldiers poured into the streets of King's Landing, imprisoning and maiming any criminal they saw.

Daemon carried his dragon helm, made of pure iron, and behind him came a few more soldiers.

From thieves, Daemon took their hands.                  From rapists Daemon took, well, you know what.  But for assassins, Daemon bore the most painful penalty.                              From murderers, Daemon took their lives. Sliding Dark Sister through their ribcages, piercing their hearts and coating the sword with their blood. Or he would just cut off their heads and throats.

In the end, the streets of King's Landing reeked of blood and death, but that didn't bother Daemon.

The next day, Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King, recounted the events of the previous night to the King.

- It was an unprecedented roundup of criminals of every ilk. Your brother made a public show of it, meting out the summary judgments himself. I'm told they needed a two-horse cart...

The King and Hand entered the Small Council chamber. Behind them, without saying a word, came Aerin. The rest of the Council members were already in the room.

- ...to haul away the resulting dismemberments when it was done.

- Gods be good. - Lately, this was a phrase that Viserys repeated a lot.

- The Prince cannot be allowed to act with this kind of unchecked impunity.

- Brother.  - said Daemon - Sister. - Daemon kissed Aerin's hand as she positioned herself behind him. Viserys still hadn't had a chair made for Aerin. With the amount of times her brother didn't even bother to be present, Aerin sat in Daemon's place. As this one was now occupied, Aerin stood up, behind Daemon.

- Daemon - Said the two in unison.

Daemon then addressed Otto.

- Carry on. You were saying something about my impunity.

- You are to explain your doings with the City Watch.

All the lords placed their stones on the table, sat down, and then Viserys spoke.

- Your new "gold cloaks" made quite the impression last night, didn't they?

- Did they?

- The City Watch is not a sword to be wielded a your whim. They're an extension of the crown. - Otto started talking again, anyways, it was routine, he never shut up.

- The Watch was enforcing the crown's laws. Wouldn't you agree, Lord Strong?

- My Prince, I don't think...

- Making a public spectacle of wanton brutality is hardly in line with our laws. - And Otto was speaking again.

- Nobles from every corner of the realm are right now descending upon King's Landing for my brother's tourney. Do you want them mugged, raped, murdered? You mightn't know this unless you left the safety of the Red Keep, but much of King's Landing is seen by the smallfolk as lawless and terrifying. Our city should be safe for all its people. 

- I agree. I just hope you don't have to maim half of my city to achieve this. 

 - But that's where you're wrong, dear brother. Daemon didn't 'maim' half your city, he killed over half the criminals you allow to live.

Otto turned to Viserys.

- The Princess could not know, Your Grace. She is a woman. There's no way she could even stab three grown men. - But was he blind or stupid? Aerin had already demonstrated her capabilities several times. He had offended her, and many had already died for less.

Aerin, irritated, quickly grabbed her dagger and threw it at Otto. It impaling itself on the chair, right next to the Hand's ear, not an inch away.

- I advise you to be careful Lord Hightower. A woman can easily kill a man, with the right motivation. And. I never miss. - Aerin said with a twinkle in her eyes that frightened even the most confident man.

Daemon, sensing his sister's irritation, then took her hands from the shoulders of the chair and placed them on his own, massaging them. He knew that, right now, he was the only person who could calm Aerin down.

- Time will tell. - Daemon replied to Viserys, trying to lighten the mood.

- We installed Prince Daemon as commander to promote law and order. The criminal element should fear the City Watch. - said Lord Corlys.

- Thank you for your support, Lord Corlys. 

- If only the Prince would show the same devotion to his lady wife as he does his work, Your Grace. - There he was again, Otto Hightower, talking. But does this man never shut up? Especially when he has nothing nice to say. Pissing Daemon off wasn't a good idea, but who said he had good ideas? - You've not been seen in the Vale or at Runestone for quite some time.

- I think my bronze bitch is happier of my absence. -Bronze bitch, ah yes, the fantastic nickname Daemon had come up with for the Lady Rhea Royce of the Vale.

Viserys looked seriously at Daemon, while Aerin just smiled to herself.

- Lady Rhea is your wife, a good and honorable lady of the Vale. - continued Otto.

- In the Vale, men are said to fuck sheep instead of women. I can assure you, the sheep are prettier. - and Daemon continued. There was only one woman Daemon would ever admit he was attracted to. And this woman was now behind him. With her silver hair and amethyst eyes, the way Aerin controlled the dragons had Daemon raving.

- Dear me. - exclaimed some gentlemen.

- You made a vow before the Seven to honor your wife in marriage. - Otto snapped.

- Well, I'd gladly give Lady Rhea to you, Lord Hightower, if you're in want of a woman to warm your bed. Your own lady wife passed recently.

 At the insult he received, Otto Hightower rose to his feet in a rage, ready to hurl himself at Daemon. But it only took one look from Aerin for Otto to keep his place.

- Did she not? - insisted Daemon.

- Otto - warned Viserys.

- Perhaps you aren't ready to move on just yet. 

- You know how my brother makes sport of provoking you. Must you endulge him? - said Viserys. With that, Otto sat back down.

- My apologies, Your Grace.

- This council has, at great expense, bettered the City Watch to your exacting standards. Enforce my laws, but understand, any further performances like last night's will be answered. - said Viserys to Daemon.

- Understood, Your Grace - Daemon nodded. 

Daemon got up, picked up his sword and left. Behind him went Aerin. She had nothing else to discuss. But inside, the lords continued to talk.

 - King's Landing has been in decline since my grandmother passed. In the end, this new City Watch might be a good thing.

---

Ah, the Pleasure House. Or just brothels, as some call them. A place where our dear Prince Daemon spent a lot of his time. Where by chance, there he was now.

Many pairs of eyes peeked through the gaps in the 'door' and heard the moans that echoed through the four walls. And what did these eyes see? Well, well, they saw Daemon, The Prince of the City or The Rogue Prince or even Lord FleaBottom, with the whore they said was his favourite, Mysaria.

Daemon fucked Mysaria, each thrust faster than the last but he took no pleasure in the act. Daemon tried to imagine that Mysaria was Aerin. He tried to imagine that her raven-black hair was as silvery as the purest star in the sky. He tried to imagine that her earth-colored eyes were violet like amethysts. He tried to imagine that her smooth back was covered with the scars he so cherished, from past battles.

But that was just his imagination. That was not Aerin, the Mother of Dragons. It was Mysaria, some whore.

Daemon then, taking no pleasure at all, turned away from Mysaria and covered himself with a blanket as he had done when he was a child, when he was afraid of storms, when he would go into Aerin's room and she would hold him until he was no longer afraid. All this in hopes that Aerin would walk through that door and welcome him, but that wasn't going to happen.

Mysaria then got up and went to Daemon's side.

- What troubles you, My Prince? I could bring in another. - Mysaria was referring to the whore, herself. - Perhaps a maiden. I have several. I could even arrange one with silver hair. - Mysaria pulled the blanket from Daemon's head.

The problem was, Daemon didn't want another whore, nor a maiden, nor several, not even one with silver hair. For no woman of filthy valyrian blood from Lys would come close to the blood of the Dragon. No foreign woman across the Narrow Sea could match his sister.

- You are Daemon Targaryen. Rider of Caraxes. Wielder of Dark Sister. - Yes, he was, but she wasn't Aerin Fireborn, of House Targaryen. Rider of Valerian, The Last Shadow. Wielder of Dracarys. And that was just one more reason for Daemon's dissatisfaction. - The king cannot replace you. - Can't he?

[goldeneyedgirl]

TwiFicmas23 Day 10: Hybrid AU

Good evening! I had my first drink in a hot minute tonight and it has hit me like a battering ram, so we're doing this fast because I am definitely feeling the effects.

Tonight's is some old Hybrid; it'll be pretty obvious why this ended up being archived (and I honestly don't know if this counts as Hybrid or Hybrid baby-verse).

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it!

tw: mention of miscarriage

After the Cullens left, I was kind of at a loss. I know they hoped Bella and I would stick together, but that didn’t happen. 

Simon and Dad were sympathetic and let me mope around the house a bit. But I was exhausted. I was sleeping sixteen hours a day when I had the opportunity and still felt like I had pulled an all-nighter. My schoolwork was fairly average but enough that no one called Dad. I managed to scrape enough energy together to help plan Cynthia’s fifteenth birthday party, and then Thanksgiving. 

It was Christmas Day when I figured out what was wrong with me. I was exhausted all the time, and eating ridiculous amounts of food but still looked like a prisoner of war. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, getting on the scales to find out that I’d lost another two pounds. Simon would notice soon, and I had no idea what to tell him. 

And then I spied Cynthia’s box of tampons on the shelf, and I had to brace myself on the counter for a moment. My period was a rare and unwelcome visitor, and hardly a trustworthy indicator of anything but... it made sense.

//

“Oh, Alice, honey, this arrived for you a couple of days ago,” Simon said, plucking a small box from under the tree. It was still in its mailing box, with my name and address typed on the label but no return address or indication of who it was from.

Inside was a small black jewelry box, and for a second, I thought perhaps Jasper had sent me something. I hoped he’d sent me something.  Even just a letter would have fixed everything.

I ripped into it, and the contents spilled into my lap, and it took me a moment to understand what I was looking at. It was a silver sun charm on a black ribbon, with smaller stars dotted along the band, though one was missing. 

It had been my mother’s. I remembered her wearing it; she'd never taken it off. I could see the stain of blood on the ribbon, the frayed edge where the knife bit into her, and for a moment, the room swam.

“Who is it from?” Dad asked curiously. 

I put the necklace down with shaking hands, trying hard to act normal, and plucked the card up. It was black too, with a white crest – the shield, candle, and compass of the Benoits, the Latin motto running along the bottom – Ex Deus Veritas. Truth in God, coined by the Order. 

On the back of the card, the message was short. 

Our best wishes of the season to you and your family, Mary-Alice. 

Meaning: we know where you and your family are. 

//

The bag I packed was like so many others. Basic, warm clothing; my first aid kit, a new phone I had bought in Port Angeles, money. I had ordered a ton of gift cards over the internet, since they weren’t traceable. Nothing sentimental was meant to come with me, but in the end, I saved a photograph of Jasper and I to my new phone.

And then I left Forks. 

//

it sounds all fun and luxurious to say I ran off to Hawaii. 

The truth was, Mexico would have been way better but with the vampire and Order problem down there, I chose the one place in America you are least likely to get cornered by a vampire: Hawaii. 

Specifically Paukaa, which was home to less than 600 people. I was nothing more than another post-high school traveler who decided to stay. I rented a tiny one-room place from a family and got a job at a café. It was quiet and safe and I settled into a mind-numbing existence. 

I hadn’t contacted anyone back in Forks or even checked my email. As far as everyone was concerned, Mary-Alice Brandon had disappeared for the last time – I half-hoped they’d declare me dead.

I was Mary Hale here. 

It was a little embarrassing, yes, taking Jasper’s fake surname, but it kept me hidden because I doubted anyone would think to run a search on that name. And none of the Cullens called me ‘Mary’ anyway. 

It had been a few months. The hardest. When the test came back positive, I had tried to find the Denali clan in Alaska, to pass on a message to the Cullens. To find help. 

I got close - so close. I made it to Anchorage after almost two weeks of traveling; I didn't have a lot of money, I didn't want my fake I.D. questioned too much, and I was terrified I was being followed and kept double-backing and waiting to throw any stalkers off my trail. I was pretty sick by then, but I was certain I would make it. Hell, I'd broken into the Cullens' before I'd left and found a map in Carlisle's study that had helped me narrow down the Denali home a lot. 

Then I woke up in the Anchorage ER with the news I’d collapsed on the street and miscarried. 

I didn’t know what to do with that information.

I probably should have gone home to Forks and my Dad and pretended it had never happened. Or actually tracked down the Denali clan and demanded they get me in contact with the Cullens anyway. But the Benoits knew where my family was, and I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to see anyone I knew before ever again. I didn’t want to look them in the eyes and have to explain everything. I didn’t want to be Alice Brandon anymore. 

So I didn’t. As soon as they released me from the hospital, I bought the first plane ticket to Hawaii. Actually, it was the next scheduled flight. They could have flown me to the moon, and I didn’t care. 

That had been in January. It was now August, and it seemed surreal to me now. It felt like a movie I’d watched. Sad, but distant. It was easier to pretend it had happened to someone else, and just focus on each day. I had enough problems to deal with - I still hadn't managed to gain back any weight, probably because I was a shitty cook living on a diet of orange juice and minute-ramen; I barely made enough to cover my cost of living and had no particular way of getting a better job; and I barely slept, plagued with nightmares.

And now I was dreaming again, the truth had slammed into my head. Bella was in so much danger. Victoria was coming for her with a newborn army, and the Cullens were long gone.

I couldn't stay away and let Bella die - let that newborn army descend upon Forks without warning.

If nothing else, I had to protect Bella. And my family. Worst-case scenario, I could trade myself for the safety of others. I could try and take Victoria, though she would most likely win, especially when I was so weak and out of shape. Death sounded very peaceful.

Maybe I’d see my baby there. And Mom. 

I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home. I told the café I had a ‘sick family member’, and I didn’t know if I’d be back. I gave the same story to the family I rented my place from. And then I packed up, bought the cheapest airline ticket I could get, and went home again. 

When I slept on the plane, I realized the Cullens had come back to Forks. Bella was better protected than I anticipated, but they still didn’t know what was coming for them. Not to mention the danger that Simon, Dad, and Cynthia were in.

//

I didn’t look like much. My hair was shorter than I had ever worn it, and I was the thinnest I had ever been - that was including the years I spent in the hospital and on the street. Dark circles had set up residence underneath my eyes.  I was wearing the only pair of jeans that I fitted me, and they were wearing thin. My sweater had shrunk, leaving a bare panel of skin between my waistband and the frayed hemline. And my sneakers were held together with hope and super glue. 

Rather than go home and deal with Simon and Dad, I went straight to the Cullens. 

It was Esme who opened the door, blinked and gasped, pulling me into a hug I couldn’t return. 

“Oh, Alice, where have you been?” Esme pulled away, smoothing my hair back from my face. “We’ve all be so worried! Come in, Jasper is going to be over the moon to see you.”

I managed a quivering smile as Esme drew me into the house, into the living room where everyone was gathered, everyone’s eyes on me.

“Alice…” Jasper went from standing in the corner to at my side, pulling me into his arms, my body stiff as I reluctantly curled against him, breathing in his scent of forest and books and something indistinguishably him. “Darlin’, where have you been?”

I just shook my head. If I spoke, I’d start crying and I’d never stop. When Jasper pulled away, he must have seen that in my face and reached up to cradle my cheek. “Are you alright?” he murmured and I let out a shuddering breath.

“You’re in danger,” I managed, pulling away from Jasper reluctantly. “Victoria is returning, she’s in the area and she has her eye on Bella. And the Benoits are coming – to destroy you, the Quiluetes, and my family.”

An hour later, Esme had put a plate of food in front of me, looking worried. I was eating, my stomach twisting at the invasion of food that wasn't bought at a convenience store.

The pasta was good, but I couldn’t enjoy it. 

//

Dad and Simon had been so grateful that I was home, there were no questions or accusations. Just more food, a shower, and bed. Simon had checked on me half a dozen times, looking so worried. 

I slept badly, shallowly, my dreams twisted around the baby, the hospital. Terror and pain that I didn’t know were memories or imagined suffering. I dreamt of blood and misery, and woke up screaming twice – the first time, I wasn’t even awake when Dad came in to try and sooth me; I woke up with him half-rocking me, smoothing my hair back and trying to calm my sobs and screams. 

“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart,” he murmured. 

“I wish I had died,” I sobbed, half-asleep.

“Oh, honey, don’t ever say that,” Dad said. 

He managed to get me back to sleep, my hair sticking to my clammy face, before I woke up screaming again, and Simon managed to get me to take something, leaving me in a soupy state that at least kept me quiet so everyone else could sleep. 

I didn’t stir again til nearly dawn, my dreams blood-splattered and full of desperation. The drugs left me boneless and vulnerable, and when I finally opened my eyes, I couldn’t scream or call for help or do anything but lie there, staring at the ceiling. My hand lay on the pillow beside me, but I stared at it as if it wasn’t even mine. 

I ended up dozing a little; clearly enough that my visions kicked in – I could see Carlisle, Esme, and Jasper arriving at the house, Dad and Simon looking grim. Well, Dad looked miserable and old. Simon had this professional nurse ‘this is bad’ face on. 

“How is she?” Carlisle asked, after they were invited in.

“Broken,” Dad murmured, looking worn out and distressed. 

“Screaming night terrors,” Simon clarified, putting his arms around my father’s shoulders. “I ended up giving her some Valium – we’d get her back to sleep, and minutes later, the screaming would start again.”

“You drugged her?” Jasper demanded, a dangerous look in his eyes. 

“We didn’t have a choice. It was Valium or I called 911,” Simon said gently. “I couldn’t treat someone for trauma in my own house at midnight. Hell, I couldn’t treat someone for trauma without a doctor present. The Valium prescription was one of Alice’s when she arrived. And she needed sleep.”

“She kept telling us she wished she had died,” Dad added. “Over and over again. It’s all she would say.”

Esme and Carlisle looked shaken, but Jasper had just shut down entirely. 

//

I managed to drag myself out of bed, and into the shower, but eschewed clothing for a clean pair of pajama bottoms and tee, running my fingers through my hair. It needed to be washed.

My chest felt tight as I sat down in front of the food Simon had made for me. Simon was still cooking, with Dad, Carlisle, Esme, and Jasper gathered around the island with me.

I felt hollow and exhausted as I considered the plate of fruit and yogurt, along with two slices of toast. I managed a small bite and felt the cool cloud of Jasper’s gift seeping into myself, not bothering to resist. 

“Where have you been, Alice?” Dad asked gently.

I flinched, and then rearranged my expression again, poking some melon with my fork. “Away,” I said softly. “Somewhere safe.”

“You weren’t safe here?” Simon asked. 

I brought another bite of food to my mouth to avoid answering the question; I didn’t want to say it, but they were all watching me. 

“Not anymore. Not after Christmas,” I mumbled into my fruit. 

Finally, I gave up. I got up and left the table, padding up to my bedroom, where my backpack was. The folded piece of paper was filthy and crumpled, but still legible, thankfully. 

No one was expecting me to return to the kitchen, clearly. I slid the folded paper across to Simon and Carlisle. 

Jasper would be disgusted with me. That I’d only gotten sick because he’d left me and I had been trying to find them when they didn’t want to be found. I always knew I was twisted up and ruined inside, thanks to Mommy Dearest, but this was the proof. I had had an opportunity to give Jasper the one impossible thing, and I had fucking failed. 

I missed him, I needed him. He was my other half, the lost fragment. And in two short steps, I was curled in his rather startled arms, my face half-buried in his shirt.

It took Simon and Carlisle only a moment to decipher the medical shorthand, and Simon looked up at me in horror. Carlisle just looked so sad. I let out a shuddering breath, breathing in Jasper’s scent, and waited. 

“Oh, kiddo,” Simon said, looking heartbroken. “Alice, why didn’t you tell us?”

“What?” Dad said, squinting at the paper. 

“Alice, have you seen a doctor since?” Carlisle asked kindly. I shook my head. 

“Okay, you need to be checked out, as soon as possible,” he said.

//

I didn’t have any energy left, and went back upstairs. It felt like cheating, to have Carlisle and Simon to tell everyone, to do my dirty work. But the idea of voicing those thoughts, those words, made my stomach twist tightly. 

My bed was cool and smelt like home. It was good to be here, to be back. That was what I was telling myself.

[decembercamiecherries]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "decembercamiecherries "?

Thanks if you want to answer.....

Yeah, of course you can ask! ^-^

My username came from my ao3 username - decembercamie. 'December' is my favorite time of the year and my birth month, 'camie' is supposed to stand for the camellia flower somehow lol. When I made my tumblr account I made it with decembercamie as my username buuuuuut I accidentally forgot my password so I had to make a new account with a new username. I like cherries so that's literally the only reason why I chose to add 'cherries' onto my ao3 username for my tumblr username.

For your first question, I wasn't sure if you were asking about my fav fics that I've written or fav fics that I've read? I went with fav fics I've read but if you meant something else just send me another ask!

Here's my current favorite top-ten fics I've read in no particular order:

Atlas (star trek, spirk) - a re-imagined what if au about what would happen after the events of the first movie and it features genius!Kirk which I absolutely love. I reread this at least once a year.

2. Miracle Child (Homestuck, gamkar) - also a what if au about what might have happened if the characters completed the game earlier and reset both the troll and human universes. It's set only in the troll universe, though. I came for the gamkar but I stayed for the awesome world building and incredible OCs. I also reread this one at least once a year.

3. A Heavy Heart (Homestuck, gamkar) - a bit of a reversed hemospectrum au mashed with a royalty au. I love this author in general for their gamkar but this fic of theirs has all my fav tropes.

4. from the rivers of our palms (x-men first class, cherik) - I'm pretty sure this fic is what inspired me to write my own hxh daemon au series because this is the best daemon au fic I've found and it inspires me every time I reread it. The cherik in this is excellent and I loved their daemons' personalities too.

5. from stardust to stars (hxh, killugon) - all of xyliane's fics are absolute perfection but this fic is the first of theirs I read and it still makes me cry to this day. The world building is really interesting, I wish I could read another couple thousand words more about it. It also inspired me to write my hxh alice in wonderland fic out of order, as this is the only other story I've read that is told like that.

6. 108 degrees (hxh, killugon) - I have a lot of fav hxh killugon fics but this one is just really fun to read. It's not that deep, it's basically a short one shot of aged up!killugon getting together on a really hot day, but god damn does it make me happy.

7. All Things Belong (mdzs, wwx + the Wens, wangxian) - this fic features Wei Wuxian receiving all the love, pampering and recognition he deserves from the most powerful cultivation family and I love that for him. The Wens are fleshed out characters in this and I love how they all fall in love with Wei Wuxian while remaining a threat to everyone else involved. Even if this fic is never completed I will adore it to the end of time.

8. Starved Stunted Juvenility (mdzs, wangxian) - what if au in which wangxian get together during their Cloud Recesses days. This fic has everyone in character, everyone falling in love with and being protective over and spoiling Wei Wuxian, incredible action scenes, a seriously well thought-out plot and world building, wonderful OCs AND it is still being regularly updated despite being over 750k WORDS LONG. I would worship the ground this author walks on if I could because oh my god.

9. Rule Number One: Don't Get Attached (mdzs, wangxian) - all of my favorite tropes and aus mashed into one fic, featuring badass/genius!Wei Wuxian and dark!Lan Wangji. This author is also just an excellent wangxian writer, I've really enjoyed all their stuff but this fic of theirs in particular is so my type that it's kind of insane lol.

10. the kind that lasts forever (tgcf, hualian) - I read this fic back when I still hadn't finished tgcf yet because it is a modern au so I wouldn't be too spoiled, and I liked it so much that I chased it down again to reread it, and then searched for it AGAIN just to bookmark it. It is hysterical. I legit laughed out loud several times even when re-reading it a second and third time.

[navree]

Do you have any headcanons for our golden boi sunfyre ? 🥺

Sunfyre my beloved I'm so sorry all this happened to you in my perfect world absolutely nothing goes wrong with him whatsoever and he gets to live a long and happy life being the prettiest boy in all of Planetos.

I think it's, like, basically canon but technically not confirmed, that Sunfyre is a hatchling from Dreamfyre, given the name similarities and the fact that Dreamfyre is much older (my pet theory is that Sunfyre's egg is Thee Egg that Rhaenyra chose for Baby Baelon and that Daemon subsequently stole).

Sunfyre was not a cradle hatchling. It appears that none of the (on screen) Hightower-Targaryen children had cradle hatchlings (given that Helaena claimed an already old dragon between episodes 6 and 7 and Aemond of course claimed the oldest dragon), either because none of their eggs hatched or Alicent just wasn't placing eggs in their cradles for it. Around when Aegon was two or three, still very young, he somehow got his hands on Sunfyre's egg, and soon after Sunfyre hatched. Sunfyre has never known a life without Aegon in it, and Aegon barely remembers a time where he didn't have Sunfyre. They practically grew up together, though Sunfyre at a much quicker rate.

Seeing as dragons are meant to have an intelligence level on par with humans (even tho ASOIAF and all related media kinda seems to forget that and has relegated them to the role of "cats" but with nukes attached), Sunfyre is aware that he is The Hot Girl. Sunfyre is ridiculously vain, any time he's flying with Aegon on him to command him, he's primping and preening and deliberately flying into as much sun exposure as he can so everyone can see the glint of gold off his scales.

Sunfyre and Aegon are ridiculously close. Far closer than any other dragon and their rider that we've seen in the entire franchise. Yes, even closer than Dany and her children (Dany would have won out but being the first person to raise dragons in over a century means that she clearly doesn't have the right tools for it which is why the kids get rascally in ADWD in a way we didn't see at the Targaryen peak). Like, however close you think they are because of the canon stuff (Aegon's grief when he died, Sunfyre literally dragging his broken body to Dragonstone because he sensed Aegon was there and needed him, all that horrible stuff), that's the tip of the iceberg. They're close not just emotionally but honestly to the point where it's almost like they have a psychic bond. It's rare that Aegon even needs to speak commands verbally, he and Sunfyre know each other incredibly well, almost as if they can literally just sense what's in each other's heads, feel each other's emotions incredibly keenly (that thing dragons and dragonriders have where they can physically feel each other's pain, but multiply it by one thousand). It's borderline mystical, especially when factoring in that both Aegon and Sunfyre only seem to start really recovering from their respective Rook's Rest wounds after they've been reunited on Dragonstone, as if they literally needed each other's presence in order to heal.

Stolen from Twitter (can't remember which account but I saw it and I wept like a baby): Aegon sings to Sunfyre sometimes. Sunfyre really, really likes it. Like, basically turns into a huge overgrown kitten when that happens, tries to get all cuddly even though he knows that Aegon's too small for it now that he's gotten big.

Sunfyre does have a certain amount of affection that extends to other members of Aegon's family, his mother and siblings in particular, and even to their dragons. Yes, even Vhagar. Doesn't matter that she's ancient and bigger and dragon mee-maw, he'll still go into attack mode if someone attempts to fuck her up. Also, a bit cracky considering we don't technically know the full mental faculties of dragons, but he's closest to Tessarion, given that they're closer in age and also Daeron's apparently a natural sweetheart and that temperament might extend to Tessarion as well. (Addendum to this: Sunfyre spent a lot of time flying with Aemond and Vhagar when Aemond was recovering. Not even just when Aegon was babysitting and making sure Aemond wasn't at risk, but literally just if he was out around the same time as Aemond and Vhagar, he hovered a lot, just to be sure. Aemond has never talked about it but he thinks of it sometimes, when he sees Aegon drunk and wet eyed and feels that twinge of disgust and envy that he tries to push down, when he remembers there's more to Aegon than seen by the naked eye)

This is less about Sunfyre himself and more about his relationship with Aegon, but the bond Sunfyre and Aegon have was Aegon's first real taste of feeling unconditional and requited love. The bond with Sunfyre was the first time in his life Aegon felt that the love he was giving out was being returned to him, and that he wasn't at risk of losing it, the way he's afraid he's done with his siblings and with Alicent. It's why, even above everything else they share, Sunfyre is so important to him, and why he's gutted and griefstricken to the point of kinslaying when Sunfyre dies.

Aegon calls Sunfyre almost primarily by pet names, even when giving verbal commands. And like, really intimate pet names, the kind of pet names you save for, like, your kids. He calls him "sweetling" and "my darling" and "golden boy" and things of that sort all.the.time. Why do I think this? Because my brain spat "Sunfyre sniffs at the blood in the air. Aegon knows now is when he says the word, the fateful word, but he cannot speak through his heart pounding in his throat. Kill her, beloved, he thinks. Kill her for what her ambition did to us. To you. Even to me. Sunfyre shifts, and a keening growl rumbles low in his ruined chest." out at me and I have not known peace since.

When Sunfyre was still small enough and Aegon's siblings and Hell, even the Strong kids were still little, they all adored Sunfyre. They coddled him relentlessly and basically cooed over him 24/7, and both Aegon and Sunfyre were absolutely thrilled with it. Even when down in the Dragonpit with them, before shit started going sideways when some people had dragons and others didn't and the bullying and all, Sunfyre would still put on a bit of a show (as I said, vain) before Aegon would make him behave, which was Aegon's own version of his own show in displaying the bond and mastery he and Sunfyre have with each other.

Aegon had Sunfyre's skull prepped to line the walls of the throne room in accordance to House Targaryen traditions. Aegon III did take it down eventually (obviously, given the memory association), but he only took it down after Alicent Hightower had died and that last shredding of her children's legacy wouldn't hurt her anymore.

[shunchitaro]

Chishiya x Reader

Genre: Romance

No, he would never fall in love.

Love. The word rolled off his tongue as a joke, a fantasy- nothing more. Besides, he was in the borderlands; and he didn't want to be focused on something that would distract him. He knew with all his heart that he would never be bothered by such foolish feelings.

Then you came

The moment you got to the beach, you were nothing but sunshine. Heck- even Niragi of all people wouldn't dare touch you without your consent. It seemed that you were soon the beach favorite.

But with all the people glancing your way, the one you chose was the one that possibly didn't even care.

"I'm new here, and my name's Y/N L/N. It's nice to meet you."

Chishiya, who was peering down at everybody from the second floor, glanced up at you.

On instinct, his first reaction would be to tell you to leave and he wasn't interested in frienshi-

"Chishiya Shuntaro, same to you"

He caught himself off guard.

What the heck was that? Did he just pay attention to you?

He doesn't know what made him talk to you when he knew that he genuinely didn't care about anybody. So what made him do so?

Was it the way your hair would be slightly unkempt as you walked to the cafeteria at lunch, showing that you were the type to sleep through the morning?

Was it the way you laughed with your eyes closed, or the way you pulled an oreo cookie apart and ate the cream first?

Was it the way you liked your milk always cold/hot, or the way you always put both socks on before your shoes?

Was it the way you liked giving people random nicknames, or the way you remember the little things about people?

What was so interesting about you, that it made him want to talk to you?

He was zoning out while sitting on the roof, and your voice brought him back to his senses as you sat next to him, talking cheerfully about a game you just currently finished easily.

Your voice was muffled to him, and he felt as if the world stopped as he finally decided to look at you longer than he usually would. He looked at the content expression on your face and the wide smile etched on it even at a time such as this, the way your legs swung on the edge of the roof not terrified of falling to your death, the way you used your hands on either side of you to lean back slightly- exactly the way he was sitting. He didn't know what made him interested to speak to you a few weeks ago, but it was clear to him now.

One thing about Chishiya Shuntaro is he is the type of person that likes to observe people. He's the type of person that would do anything to get what he wants. He's the type of person that will lie without a second thought, just to get someone to believe him enough to trust him for him to make his next move in his plan. He's the type of person that didn't think with his heart, the type that never struggled with his emotions.

No, he would never fall in love.

Yet sometimes, the best lies he's ever told are about himself.

Maybe, just maybe, he was falling in love with you.

He smiles to himself as he moves his gaze away from you before you realized he was even staring in the first place.

'Yeah' he told himself, the corner of his lips lifting slightly as he lied to himself.

'I'm not in love'

Like hell he wasn't, because he knew deep down that it was a lie. Author’s note: HEY HEY yes im obsessed with AIB and ive written these oneshots on wattpad too! If you have suggestions please ask, and you can also ask on wattpad, since im more active there. i just decided to post here bc the acc’s been dead lmao

Wattpad link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/331843298-alice-in-borderland-oneshots

[meili-sheep]

I hate to ask this but, the way to tell each person's personality gets to me.

So: What if Diluc was murdered? Like by either the fatui or the abyss order for always getting in their way.

How would the harem and his kids react? (Let's hope poor Bennie doesn't try to put the blame on himself)

So that's a tall as order so I'm gonna break this down into categories of how fuck the Fatui/Abyss is.

Threat Level SSS - Imminent Danger To no one's surprise, Childe sits right here. He gonna come in hot and fast and leave nothing living in his awake. Like He'd not an angry person by nature, and I think that when he is angry, you're not just facing the incident, but every moment of anger he's packed away. Every unfair treatment or displeasure he or a loved one has faced. You're now facing it. He's also not going to instant kill. He's going to be a bit clumsy and miss by in inch. To level his victims with just a few seconds of pure pain. And He will go until he's either killed everyone he thinks deserves it or until he's burnt out.

But also, here is Zhongli. And less because of how fast he would act but more because an old god would start flexing his muscles again. You would start seeing a bit of Morax, archon war ara Zhongli. Like he would try to grieve as a human, he honestly would, but he could do it. Diluc was taken from him for doing what he thought was right and protecting others. It would be too much, and Zhongli would demand justice.

And finally, here is one that might surprise people. Al Haitham. Al Haitham is not the kind of person who is naturally very kind, but neither is he malicious. He chose that, and any kind act on his part is something he put thought into. But that works totally in reverse when he choices to be cruel. He is cruel. He goes for the weak spot that acts that will cause the most harm and suffering. Al Haitham's vengeance would not be instant. It wouldn't be fast. It would be slow. Planned and suffering. Like we are talking Count of Monte Cristo and Cask of Amontillado kind of shit. Because these people had no place in killing Diluc and taking a part of his peaceful life away from Al Haitham. And since he has to live with that hole now too. He'll make sure it's returned.

Threat Level - Emergency

So while still very dangerous, This is gonna be the less painful total annihilation class. And the big players here are Albedo and Ayato. The big difference is they simply aren't as powerful as the other teir and well, you could make a comparison between Albedo and Al Haitham's power. I think the difference in personality. Albedo isn't really capable of the same level of pure cold, rational Al Haitham is. He is just gentler, and his biggest threat is gonna be well. He's gonna tell Alice. And you are doomed, then.

Then Ayato is like Al Haitham and is thinking in terms of the most cold and efficient punishment. But he's got more leashes on him and things to control how far he can go. And he will push all of that to it's limits to make sure justice is done

But also, here is Xiao. And he's sort of in the same boat as Zhongli, and you would see more of his wartime side come out. But he's got more of the leash like Ayato does.

Threat Level - Alert

So this is where a lot of the kids are gonna be placed. Purely because they don't have the experience or the abilities to go as far as they others. Plus being sort of raised by Diluc they'll be more gentle and have more moral worries about collateral damage. Fischl and Razor are both there. Along with Itto and Eula. This is gonna be like the one time you see me put Itto in like... the rational category. This group would work to see a more true sort of justice done. Something they think... Diluc would be proud of it.

Threat Level - Standby

So here are where you'll see repercussions, but this is where the grief is more paralyzing. Thoma, Kaveh. They both would be more focused on the lost of Diluc and trying to figure out life without him and wouldn't prioritize any revenge. That doesn't mean they wouldn't hate the Fatui/ Abyss with their whole being it just. They just aren't revenge seekers.

Also, here are Diona and Bennett. Diona would be in the class above but I kind of see her as the kid to take over the winery. She'd want to focus on making juice and seeing Diluc's work continue in making wonderful drinks to bring people together. She would be the angerest out of everyone and carry the most hate but... Her love and will to make Diluc proud would go beyond that. As for Bennett, I feel he would hoard a bit of guilt and just the question. "What it my bad luck?" "Did it rub off on him?" And it would make him a little distant from everyone for a long while. because he can't stop that question from repeating in his head.

[writingsofwesteros]

I SWEAR that the modern slutty Alicent with Jace just made my freaking head spin! I have been looking for crumbs of them for MONTHS, jeje and I was thinking long and hard about writing you this jiji, I'm sorry, I know it doesn't show but I'm SO SHY jeje

Anyways I wanted to let you know you inspired me to write THIS

(couldn't tag it jeje), its called

"A little payback"

An Allicent x Jace one shot, inspired in the house of the dragon au and what happened after the dinner

Anyways, LOVE YOUR BLOG and your kinkyness! 🤤🤤🤤

I hope you have a great weekend and week after that and months

❤️🥹

Ahh, you are too kind, thank you so much!!!!

That couple should not be as hot as it is, sorry not sorry hehe ;)

It's such a hot, beautiful piece of work

The GIFS you chose at the beginning work so well, like HOT DAMN! You are so talented.

Thank you for such a good message and I hope you have a good time too <3 <3 <3