#but aegons typically the most in need of his love and affection

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Step dad Criston Cole HC:

his kids never got too big. never too big for him to (at the very least try to) hold close, to carry around, to rock them to sleep, to let them sit in his lap or be buried in his side. they're never too big to run to him for comfort. they're never to big to need their tears wiped away. his kids are never to big for him, they never 'age out' of his love and care, he will always be their dad in every way until he draws his last breath.

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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.”

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Surrender

(Modern AU) Aegon II Targaryen x Female!Reader x Aemond Targaryen - Part 2 (read Part 1 Here) Summary: Having spent the week at the Targaryen's countryside estate, you find yourself pulled into an unexpected tryst when Aemond confronts you about your mixed signals. Words: 5K

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content 18+, Smut, Language, Alcohol, Threesome, Lots of Sexual Shenanigans A/N: As requested by popular demand, here is Part 2! I think this was the most fun I've ever had when writing a fic. (And please, for the banner, let's pretend Ewan has one eye for Aemond's sake 😅) I hope you all enjoy! 🔥

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Various forms of tension now fill the house and you can’t help but feel responsible. There is a magnetic attraction that lingers in the air between you and Aegon, but your playful text to Aemond had clearly not been well-received; he had never bothered responding and was now resolutely ignoring you. In return, you mirrored his behavior, determined not to let it affect you.

On Sunday morning, Helaena approaches you with an enticing offer: to extend your stay for the entire week. With your laptop in tow, the prospect of working remotely from their opulent estate is exciting, especially since it means you can continue spending time with Aegon.

Luckily, neither Helaena nor Daeron knows about your hookup with him. For the rest of the week, he visits your bed each night and it is the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. He’s a generous lover, prioritizing your pleasure before his own and his attentiveness afterwards is always exceptional, although he never spends the full night with you. Mindful of Aemond’s text message, you try to tone down your lusty moans of rapture, but you still feel like he knows what’s going on regardless.

On the last full day before you are set to return to the city, you and Aegon make plans to go for another trail ride. However, after lunch he starts to complain of a stomach ache leading Aemond to step in and offer to take you riding instead. This unexpected turn of events leaves you feeling momentarily stunned, given Aemond has been doing a very good job pretending you didn’t exist up until that moment. Despite your reservations, you agree to Aemond's proposal, still feeling a little wary of his sudden change of heart. 

“You can ride on Sunfyre this time,” Aegon groans from the couch, referring to his grey gelding, as you and Aemond head out the door. 

At first you are unsure of what to expect, but soon find yourself embarking on another memorable riding adventure, only this time with Aemond. It quickly becomes apparent that he shares your love for horses and the great outdoors, if not even more passionately than his brother. You make a bit of small talk as you ride, but most of the time, the gentle plodding of your horses’ hooves and the swish of their tails are the only things that can be heard.

The day was hot and humid, though cooler in the shade of the woods along the trail. A few miles into your ride, you come across a babbling stream with crystal water and decide to stop to let the horses rest and take a much needed drink. 

“Thank you for letting me ride Vhagar this week,” you say sincerely, taking a refreshing gulp of water from your canteen, “She’s a good horse.” Aemond offers a small smile, affectionately patting his mare on the neck. 

“No problem,” he replies casually, “She seems to like you and, to be honest, she doesn’t warm up to most people. Typically bucks them off within a few minutes,” he glances up to gauge your reaction. “I figured that’s why Aegon had you take her out, so he could laugh when you fell off,” he adds nonchalantly as if he didn’t just throw Aegon under the bus. 

Your expression falters briefly, causing you to second guess your perception of Aegon if what Aemond is saying is true but you quickly regain your composure.

“Fortunately, that didn’t happen,” you manage to say as Sunfyre starts to paw, splashing water everywhere and soaking your boots. You urge him from the stream before he decides to roll in the cool water and Aemond follows on Vhagar; you swear you think you see a small, smug smile tug on the corners of his lips. 

As you head back home, the mood seems to lighten and you finally feel like you have a small breakthrough with Aemond. Unlike his brother, Aemond’s nature is more naturally reserved, but you are growing to appreciate his calm demeanor in contrast to Aegon's chaotic behavior. He isn’t as quick to laugh or make jokes either, but you manage to coax him into opening up by asking about his interests, particularly books. He eagerly shares insights into the history of the Targaryen family and their estate, keeping the conversation lively until you reach the barn.

You hand Sunfyre off to the attending groom once more, feeling hot and sticky from your ride, eager to get back to the house to take a cool shower. Aemond falls into step beside you. 

“So you and Hel are headed back to the city tomorrow?” Aemond inquires casually.

“Yeah we are, have to get back to the grind,” you say with a sigh, a note of reluctance in your tone. The week spent away from the city, immersed in fresh air and nature, had been incredibly rejuvenating and you weren’t ready to leave just yet. Fortunately, Helaena is also your flatmate, and the prospect of returning to hectic city life isn’t as daunting when you have a familiar companion by your side.

“What are your plans?” you ask him in return, aware of his involvement in the family business and his regular trips to the city too. 

“I have a flight to catch to New York tomorrow. Work trip. It’s always hard to leave Vhagar…” he trails off with a slight hedge to his voice and you sense he may have more to share, but something seems to be holding him back. 

“Hmm,” you murmur noncommittally, letting the moment ride out, feeling if you were patient, he would speak. It works a little too well. He takes a deep breath before he begins. 

“That text you sent a few days back…” he starts and your heart instantly leaps. Oh god, here we go, you think, now deeply regretting how shameless you had behaved in the moment.

“Did you mean it?” he asks curiously, catching you completely off guard. You had thought he was about to scold you and you certainly didn’t expect him to be inquisitive instead. Your previous words seem to swim in your mind: [Join us next time, then?]  

Did he think you had been serious? You really had only meant it to tease. Regret bubbles in your stomach. 

“I still hear you every night,” he says quietly, gently, not like a reprimand at all, and you continue to feel more unsettled with each passing moment. You blush, embarrassed that you were having this conversation in broad daylight with Aemond of all people.

“I’m sorry, Aemond, truly, I…I tried to be more quiet…” you stammer, trailing off as he takes you by the arm, turning you to stop and face him. You stare up into his crystal blue eye, so much lighter than his brother’s, noticing how much taller he is than Aegon too. Up close, his beauty is so breathtaking, the leather eyepatch that covers his left eye only serves to complement his perfect appearance and intrigue you further. Aemond never spoke about what happened to his eye and you were too intimidated to ever ask. 

“It’s not that,” he cuts you off abruptly. “Your offer, did you mean it?” he asks more insistently and you feel like you could shrink under the intensity of his stare. Did you really want to have a threesome with him and Aegon? Cowardly, you opt to take the easy way out.

“It would be up to Aegon, I suppose,” you manage to choke out, feeling confident that Aegon would never agree. The way he possessively devours your body, like he is trying to consume your very being when you are together makes you think he isn’t the type to share.

Aemond nods, seeming satisfied with that answer as he abruptly resumes walking back to the house and you can barely keep up with his long strides. What the hell was that about? 

Feeling refreshed from your cold shower, you open your bathroom door, still wrapped in only a towel to see Aegon sprawled across your bed, giving you a calculated stare. Your heart skips a beat at his unexpected presence in your bedroom and he has a look in his eye you don’t think you’ve seen before. 

“So,” he says lightly and gets right to the point, “You want to have a threesome with Aemond?” 

You gape like a fish out of water as you backtrack. “I - I didn’t say that. Aemond mentioned it to me on the way back to the house,” you mumble, trying not to feel like you’re in trouble.

“Oh really?” he raises an eyebrow, glancing down at his phone, scrolling as if he’s looking for something, “What’s this then?” 

He holds out his phone and shows you a screenshot of the message you had sent to Aemond earlier in the week, inviting him to join you and Aegon. Aemond clearly has shown Aegon proof of your “offer”, the traitor. Clearly, your lighthearted jest has taken an unexpected turn and signals have been crossed between these two brothers. 

Aegon cannot contain a look of triumph as your guilty eyes flash back to his face. Before you can explain more thoroughly he smirks, “I didn’t know you were also into my brother…”

“Aegon, it was just a joke, I was teasing him,” you try to clarify your intentions and prove you aren’t trying to hide anything, now thoroughly wishing you had been this direct with Aemond too. You didn’t foresee it coming back to haunt you like this. 

“Really? Because that’s not what Aemond said,” Aegon counters, “So do you want to? It would be hot watching my brother fuck you,” he adds provocatively and your breath catches in your chest at his words. 

So many emotions whirl through your mind in an instant. Shock. Guilt. Bewilderment. Confusion. Hurt that he would give you up so easily to another man. Excitement. Lust. Desire. Simultaneously, another thought tugs at your heart: a mixture of determination and defiance. You had been so sure that Aegon would be the one to tell Aemond ‘no’ and you were starting to question his attachment to you, if indeed there had been one at all. If he was so willing to share you with someone else, perhaps you should make him regret this decision. The thought of making Aegon insanely jealous ignites a spark of mischief within your chest.

“Fine,” you say coolly, lifting your chin. “I’d love to fuck your brother,” you taunt seductively, pretending not to care more deeply about Aegon than you do and deliberately trying to push his buttons, but Aegon only gives you a devilish grin. 

“Brilliant. I’ll tell him then,” and with that, he springs off your bed, his earlier stomach ache seemingly forgotten, and bounds out the door in search of Aemond. 

You were a nervous wreck the whole rest of the day. What had you just agreed to? You curse your need for revenge on Aegon. 

That evening, you opt to quietly observe Aemond, feeling a need to familiarize yourself with the person that you would soon be sleeping with. While Aegon could be abundantly charming when he wanted to be, Aemond was simply grace incarnate. You pay particular attention to his interactions with each sibling: he is tolerant of Aegon’s antics, patient with the youthfulness of his younger brother, Daeron, and generously kind to his sister, listening to her discussions about various bugs with genuine interest, as if her words are the most interesting thing in the world. Coupled with his ethereal beauty, you start to question that Aemond might actually be the better of the two brothers. Boyfriend material flashes through your mind. 

At last, you bid the group goodnight for the evening and retire to your room. As soon as you shut your door, you sprint to the bathroom, rushing to brush your teeth, apply more deodorant and fix your hair, trying to make yourself as presentable as possible for perfect, proper Aemond. You aren’t sure why you were doing this; why do you care what Aemond thinks of you so much?

Finished with your “prep”, you put on your usual pajamas, wishing you had brought something a little sexier than an oversized t-shirt and shorts and sit on your bed to wait. Soon a soft knock comes from your door and you know instantly it’s Aemond. Aegon never knocks.

“Come in!” you manage to squeak out, voice unusually high, feeling nervous. Aemond enters, looking entirely unruffled, carrying something behind his back. He approaches the bed and reveals his surprise, holding out an expensive bottle of champagne. 

“I figured there’s no hurry,” he remarks casually with a shrug as he opens the bottle and takes a gulp, handing it to you. Feeling a bit unconventional drinking expensive champagne straight from the bottle, you take a sip, enjoying the tangy liquid that runs cool down your throat. 

You both sit in the middle of your large bed facing each other, talking softly while taking turns swigging from the bottle. Soon, you find yourself relaxing and enjoying his company, forgetting that Aegon was supposed to be joining you. You didn’t even wonder where he was. 

When the bottle is empty, you start to feel properly tipsy as Aemond lays a large, warm hand on your leg. You stiffen instantly, unable to help yourself, glancing up into his intense, one-eyed stare.

“I just want to ask, one more time, if you’re sure you want to do this,” he says with soft sincerity. 

This is it. Your way out. You didn’t have to sleep with Aemond. However, you were finding yourself more and more drawn to him as you discovered his admirable traits. You believed deep down that Aemond was genuinely kind, one of those "nice guys," so to speak. Moreover, defiance still pounds in your heart at the thought of making Aegon jealous, if he decided to show up at this point.

“Yeah, I want to Aemond, truly,” you respond genuinely, placing your hand overtop of his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He nods and seems to relax, his sensuous mouth curling into a true smile.

“Should we start without him?” you whisper, alluding to Aegon. 

“Yeah, fuck him, I’m not waiting,” Aemond replies boldly before grabbing you by the ankle and pulling you across the bed so you’re right next to him. You slide easily on the soft satin comforter and giggle in delight. Aemond’s lips meet yours and you sigh into his mouth as you melt into him immediately. 

Aemond's kiss ignites a fire within you; while you considered Aegon a skilled kisser, a few moments with Aemond had you wondering who was better. His kiss is effortless, your lips fitting together flawlessly, his gentle tongue playfully exploring your mouth, as you take turns sucking on each other’s bottom lip. You moan softly as you instinctively grasp his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you. Already you can feel your core getting slick with desire and an ache forming at the apex of your thighs.

Aemond maneuvers you to lay on your back and settles overtop of you, lightly pressing you under his weight and you surrender once more to a new man, but this one you think might be more worthy than the last. Still clothed, you are fully immersed in battling his tongue when you hear a low whistle.

“You fuckers started without me,” Aegon growls, low and deep, and you jump, startled since you hadn’t heard him come in. You break the kiss with Aemond, turning to look at Aegon standing beside the bed, seeming completely unfazed seeing his younger brother on top of the girl he’s been fucking all week. Aemond ignores him completely as he kisses your exposed neck, pretending like there’s been no interruption. You notice Aegon is holding his own bottle of champagne and a bag of popcorn, now grinning like a barn cat that has just caught the biggest mouse; he moves to sit in the corner and waves his hand for you to continue. 

You roll your eyes and return your attention to Aemond, who is now sucking a hickey onto your collarbone. You decide to get things moving before you lose your nerve now that you have an audience. You slide Aemond's shirt off, taking a moment to appreciate the contours of his fit physique by tracing your fingers across his chest and along the defined muscles of his back. It's almost like a choreographed dance as you and Aemond smoothly help each other out of your clothes, moving with such synchronized ease that it feels like you're perfectly attuned to each other.

As you remove his shorts, his cock springs free, large and heavy against his thigh. Taking him in hand, you give him a few experimental pumps, making him grunt appreciatively; you find yourself absentmindedly wondering who is bigger, the Targaryen men are clearly blessed in this particular department. 

You try to ignore the sounds of Aegon chewing popcorn as you and Aemond settle back onto the bed, completely unclothed now. Aemond doesn’t seem to mind being naked in front of his brother and you take his lead as your heart flutters nervously, still mindful of having a witness. He bites down onto the fleshy part of your breast, sucking with enthusiasm and you don’t even care about the mark you know it’ll leave. He moves on and takes one of your nipples into his mouth next, rolling the other between his fingers as he works his way down your body, finally settling between your thighs and licking your soaked pussy like a lollipop; you both groan with pleasure. You spread your legs wide for him and start to knead your own breasts, putting your body on display for Aegon, feigning more confidence than you felt in the moment. You glance over and see him watching you and Aemond hungrily. 

Aemond’s lips lock around your bud and he sucks harshly causing you to buck your hips into his face and cry aloud, your breath picking up as pleasure courses like electricity through your body. You feel him slip a finger inside of you followed by another and he crooks them against your sweet spot all while continuing to suck on your bud like he is trying to slurp the thickest milkshake. 

It’s not long before your thighs are shaking around his head as you wail in ecstasy, your orgasm ripping through your core, pussy clenching tightly down onto Aemond’s fingers. You no longer notice Aegon’s presence and you secretly hope he’s burning with jealousy at the way Aemond is unraveling you thoroughly. Aegon clears this throat as you come down from your high and return to your senses.

“I want her on top, Aemond,” he commands from the dark corner of the room. You think Aemond will refuse as he isn’t the type that usually takes orders, and especially not from Aegon, but he lays on his back and positions you to hover above him. Achingly slow, still sensitive from your climax, you spear yourself on his hard, thick cock, sinking inch by delicious inch, savoring the stretch of your soft velvet walls. You breathe through your nose as you try to relax and welcome Aemond into your body, joining as one.

You both groan in unison when you finally sit flush against him, his cock buried deep. He gives you a moment to adjust and lets you set the pace. Knowing Aegon is seated behind you, you lean forward slightly, bracing your hands against Aemond’s chest, arching your back as you ride his cock, letting Aegon get the best view of Aemond’s thick length sliding in and out of your tight pussy, no longer feeling insecure about being watched. In this position, your sensitive bud rubs consistently against Aemond’s pubic bone and you can already feel another orgasm mounting deep in your belly. You toss your hair and moan loudly in pleasure, uttering filthy words to Aemond, knowing full well Aegon can hear you too. You want to leave him without any doubt just how much you are enjoying his brother. 

Beneath you, Aemond looks like a fallen angel. His one eye is hooded and dark with lust, the angles of his exquisite face are sharp in the low light, his sensual lips are parted slightly as he pants softly while you move up and down on his length. His luminous blonde hair is splay out on the bed, creating a sort of halo around his head.  You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful in your life.

Spurred on by your passionate words of lust, Aemond grasps your hips and picks up the pace, fingers digging into the soft flesh and you hope for bruises. Taking control, he fucks up into you from below, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. You start mumbling nonstop again, like you always do when you’re about to cum.

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock, sweet girl?” Aemond says in a low growl as he watches your tits bounce above him. 

“A-Aemond, don’t stop,” is all you can manage as your peak crashes over you with the force of a hurricane and Aemond groans as your pussy tightens like a vice around him. He rides out your climax, sustaining your pleasure as you soar into oblivion. Finally, feeling like jelly, you topple off of Aemond and onto the soft bed, breathing heavily and trying to recover from your second mind-blowing orgasm. 

“My turn,” suddenly, Aegon stands on the edge of the bed, totally naked and stroking his hard, thick cock. Now that the two are visually out for comparison, you think Aemond’s might be a tad longer, but they are both just as thick.

Your brain feels fuzzy, swirling with endorphins from the rush of your climax. Despite your haze, excitement pulses through your chest when you see that Aegon has finally come to play, hoping he got tired of watching Aemond fuck you so thoroughly. Although being with two men at once is entirely new territory, you trust them completely to take care of you properly and not abuse their positions of power. With a new sense of confidence, adrenaline surges through your veins and you decide to take charge.

“Lay on the bed,” you direct at Aegon and he obeys you instantly, climbing onto the bed and laying his head on your pillow. You crawl over to him, swaying your hips seductively and meeting his dark blue gaze.

“So, did you enjoy watching that?” you purr innocently while taking his cock in your hand and squeezing. 

“More than you know,” he manages to respond before you lower your head and take him in your mouth. Maintaining eye contact with him, you put on a bit of a show as your tongue teases the sensitive tip.

Realizing Aemond is watching from afar, you look over your shoulder at him while continuing to pump Aegon with your other hand. You consider him for a moment, impressed with his endurance as he still hasn’t cum himself, despite riding out your orgasm while buried deep within your body. 

“Aemond, I need you too,” you whine, tossing your hair over your shoulder and bringing your ass in the air, giving him a pointed look; his lips lift in a devilish smirk. 

As Aemond comes to kneel behind you, there is a kinetic sort of energy that passes between the brothers as their eyes meet and you feel a shift as the energy in the room suddenly becomes charged. The hair stands up on the back of your neck and you aren’t entirely sure why; all you know is that you suddenly feel like a lamb caught between two apex predators. Undaunted, the thought makes you chuckle; Aemond has already begun to pick you apart with absurd precision and you feel ready for more. 

You take Aegon into your mouth again as you feel Aemond spread your ass cheeks apart with a firm grip, taking a moment to admire the view before re-entering you from behind, moving slowly to help you adjust to this new angle. You moan in pleasure as Aemond’s cock hits your sweet spot perfectly in this position. Aegon grunts as your moans reverberate around his dick and you hear him whisper “yeah, that’s it,” as your head bobs along his thick length. With one hand wrapped around the rest of Aegon’s girth that you can’t fit into your mouth, the other grips his thigh, trying to hold yourself steady as Aemond’s hips snap roughly into your backside. 

“She really does have the most perfect cunt, brother,” Aemond rumbles, grunting in appreciation as he watches his fat cock slide in and out of you, glistening with your arousal. “You were right.”

“I told you she could be our perfect little slut,” Aegon groans in agreement and gives you a dark smile. You try to ignore the fact that they are talking about you like you aren’t even there. Despite your senses being fully enveloped in a primal sort of lust, you feel a small prick of unease. How much did they discuss about you before today? Have they planned this all along?

You hardly have time to consider further before Aegon takes you by the hair and earnestly starts to fuck your mouth, spit dribbling down your chin as he thrusts in and out. You hollow out your cheeks and try your best to take him, choking at times as his cock touches the back of your throat, all while Aemond continues a steady pace fucking your pussy from behind. Tears prick your eyes and Aegon wipes them away with his thumb, murmuring “good girl” softly and encouraging you to keep going. You watch as his abs contract in pleasure as your tongue swirls around the sensitive tip; you find it becoming more difficult to focus on Aegon as Aemond brings his hand around and starts to play with your bud, rubbing tight, fast circles. Your breath is caught in your chest and you let out a sultry moan. 

For a moment, all that can be heard is heavy breathing, grunts of pleasure, skin slapping erotically, and a juicy sucking noise from your mouth as your orgy progresses. With Aemond’s expert attention on your bud, your walls start to flutter again and you redouble your efforts to suck off Aegon, determined that you both should cum at the same time; his breathing is becoming labored and you know he’s close. Within a few more moments, the three of you climax together in unison; Aegon grunts as his girth pulses in your hand, shooting his seed down your throat just as Aemond’s cock pumps his into your pussy, emptying deep inside you. He gives your ass a hard slap and you wail once more as mind numbing pleasure courses through your belly as your pussy milks Aemond dry.

Swallowing your mouthful, you collapse, exhausted, onto the bed next to Aegon, completely worn out by your third orgasm. Aegon pants softly beside you and Aemond plops down on your other side, the only one to still seem composed despite the sheen of sweat on his chest from his own exertion. 

The next few minutes are spent in comfortable silence as your breathing returns to normal. Aegon rolls to his side and captures your lips between his own. You think he’s just giving you a sweet sort of kiss as a “thank you” for a great time, until he takes your leg and swings it over his hip, reaching down and playing with your sensitive bud. You buck you hips away from his hand and whine pathetically, telling him without words that you are almost too sensitive to touch at this point. He shushes you gently and you feel him reach down to your entrance and gather Aemond’s spend that’s leaking from your pussy, bringing it up and circling your bud with a featherlight touch.

You feel Aemond move until he’s spooning you from behind, trapping you. He brushes your hair to the side as he starts to pepper your neck and shoulder with kisses while his large warm hand caresses your back, moving down to squeeze the ample flesh of your ass. Despite your exhaustion, you feel yourself getting aroused again at their attention. Aegon’s skin is burning as you lay facing him, chest to chest, and Aemond is just as hot against your backside. You feel caught between two flames, like you could catch fire entwined around the brothers.

Aegon continues to kiss you slowly, circling your bud, your leg still hooked over his hip when you feel another set of digits come to play at the entrance of your pussy. You flinch slightly, but Aemond doesn’t enter you digitally, instead seeming to gather more fluid on his fingertips. Without warning, you jump when you feel him spreading his spend on your asshole. Aemond hushes you sweetly, kissing right below your ear, as he starts to push ever so gently on your puckered hole. 

“Come now,” Aegon whispers against your lips, “You didn’t really think we would be done with you already, did you?” His hand moves up to tightly grip your thigh around his hip, holding you in place as Aemond slowly starts inserting a digit into your ass, causing you to moan and arch your back, unfamiliar with this new intrusion.

“Hmm,” Aemond hums appreciatively, nibbling on your earlobe as Aegon watches your face. The pressure is mounting as Aemond pushes his thumb into your ass and realization dawns that they are far from finished with you. They aren’t going to stop until every last bit of you is sore from stretching around their thick cocks repeatedly; their intention to possess you both at the same time becomes abundantly clear as Aemond works to open your tight puckered hole and you know they’ll continue to cover your body in bite marks, hickeys, and bruises, effectively marking you as their own. They haven’t even begun to truly consume you yet. 

“Yes, sweet girl,” says Aemond, an authoritative edge to his tone, “We’re just getting started.”

The story continues in Part 3

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Surprising them with kisses

Aegon: At first he would be shocked. It would have been an unexpected act that he hadn't anticipated. But as the kiss lingers and his body gets warmed up by your lips, he begins to realize that this is what he's been wanting all along. His lips move closer and he starts to kiss back. Before long, your kiss ends up turning into an all-out make-out session that neither of you can't seem to get enough of.

Aemond: When you sneak up behind him and gently press your lips against his neck and your hands firmly on his arms it's a thrill to be sure. He might even allow himself to lean into you for a moment before he remembers his obligations and gently pushes you away, although he must admit this does not always happen…

Jacaerys: I suppose he'd be pleased that you thought to surprise him in such a way. A simple act of affection like that would be welcomed by him and would serve to further strengthen the bond between you both. Although he would certainly be surprised, his initial reaction would be a brief moment of shock before returning the kiss.

Lucerys: If the kiss were a spontaneous act of affection from his partner, he would find it endearing. Although he does not typically place a great deal of importance on gestures or actions like this, he can appreciate the show of affection being given. You and he would need to have a close and trusting relationship for you to feel comfortable with surprising him in this manner, and the fact that you decided to do so would be a nice confirmation of the strength of your connection.

Rhaenyra: She would react with surprise, as well as a feeling of great joy. The kiss signifies a deep affection that you feel towards her, and she would be flattered and grateful to know that she is loved. While surprised at first, she would soon let go of her reservations and become fully immersed in the moment, relishing the opportunity to enjoy such a passionate expression of love.

Daemon: He would react with surprise and with some amount of pleasure. He would wrap his arms around his lover and press himself closer to you, returning the kiss passionately and deeply. He would continue to hold you as the kiss lasted, his lips moving softly against yours, and his hands gently caressing you, feeling the heat of your body against his. He would whisper sweet words of affection to you as your lips parted, inviting him to explore further.

Alicent: Her heart races at the thought of such an intimate act. Her breath catches in her throat, as she's lost in the sensation. Her lips part slightly in anticipation, as the image in front of her is nothing short of exquisite. Her body aches to be closer, and it isn't long before you're locked in a passionate embrace, fueled by the heat of your growing desire.

Helena: A surprise kiss from her partner would be most welcome indeed. The feeling of your warm, soft lips against her own would fill her with joy and excitement. She would likely embrace you tightly and return the kiss, pulling you close to her. You might even kiss for a few moments, savoring the sweet taste of each other's lips and the closeness of your bodies.

Harwin: He would embrace the surprise and eagerly engage in the kiss with his partner. He would lean in closely, placing his hands on the small of your back for support and guidance, while letting his lips do the talking. As the kiss progresses, he slowly slides his hands up the back of your head to your neck, running his fingertips through your hair. The kiss would continue until you both had your fill, finally parting with a look of passion and desire.

Cregan: The kiss of his partner stirs something deep within him. It is a powerful embrace that can not be mistaken for anything else and it sends all of his senses into overdrive. He embraces you back, relishing in the feeling of your lips on his. Your passion builds as your embrace grows more intense and your hands roam, exploring every part of each other's bodies with desire. The sensation of your tongues on each other is enough to drive him wild and he will stop at nothing to satisfy you as you satisfy him.

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I watched you disappear (I could protect you part 3)

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pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

synopsis: “It is my duty as Prince Regent to protect my kingdom. To protect my family and to defend my brothers claim on his birth right.” He insists. There hadn´t been many moments in which he had been stubborn like this. Yet still, you cursed every single one of them. Especially now. “Then what about me? I am your family too, am I not? I will be helpless here without you.” You knew it was selfish to ask him to stay, but you couldn´t find it in you to care.

warnings: period typical mysoginy, mentions of the dance of the dragons, character death, angst

word count: 1.1k

After that incident, Alicent and Otto made it a point to show their feelings towards you being at court as much as they could. Which mostly consisted of dirty looks and passive aggressive slights aimed at you during dinners and feasts. While it hurt in the beginning, it was petty and foolish and easy enough to ignore after a while. Especially as you build up your relationships with your good sister and brother. You often sat with Helaena and listened to her talk about her insects or looked for her when you needed some peace and quiet in the busy castle. Just as you got to talking with Aegon. Though Aemond didn´t seem so happy about that. He often reiterated how Aegon´s influence was a bad one, but you found the new king to be a sad presence and in need of a company. 

At the same time, you still spent a lot of time with your husband, which had your feelings for him grow ever stronger. What had only been financial gain in the beginning turned to a small spark turned into the strongest love you had felt for any man ever. Head spread over your face at every small touch and waking up next to him each morning or walking through the gardens in the evening made you feel like you were floating. Aemond was so gentle and understanding with you. Until the war over the succession of the iron throne grew darker, demanding many more sacrifices. Starting with the taking of the young Prince Jaehaerys. The whole castle was shocked when it happened, but no one suffered as much as Helaena. You spent a lot more time with her and Aegon, trying to console them, but that wasn´t possible. You had to watch them both go madder with grief as the days went by. 

Attack after attack was planned, conducted and more losses had been carried. Most of them didn´t affect you as much as they probably should have. And then one day that all pales as Aemond tells you he will lead an army to Harrenhall to attack the blacks´ forces gathering there under Daemon, before they have sufficient force to strike at the capital. No matter how much you plead with him it is of no use. 

“It is my duty as Prince Regent to protect my kingdom. To protect my family and to defend my brothers claim on his birth right.” He insists. There hadn´t been many moments in which he had been stubborn like this. Yet still, you cursed every single one of them. Especially now. 

“Then what about me? I am your family too, am I not? I will be helpless here without you.” You knew it was selfish to ask him to stay, but you couldn´t find it in you to care.

“I will order the best guard to watch over you every second until I come back to you. Nothing will happen to you.” Aemond takes your hands in his and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles. A gesture that was meant to calm you down, only that it didn´t. Not with the danger lying ahead. 

“Aemond, I am begging you not to go. I love you.” It´s the first time you have said the words. Shocking both you and Aemond into silence for just a second. 

“I love you as well, you know that, but as Prince Regent I have a responsibility that is bigger than you and me.” His tone pleads for your understanding, but you can´t find it in you. 

“If you will not stay for me then stay for the babe growing inside of me!” You desperately speak the words that were meant to be a happy surprise in a dark time. Now they are nothing more than a desperate attempt to get him to stay. 

“The… The what?” He shakes his head in disbelieve. 

“I wish I could have told you at a better time. It was not supposed to be this way. I… I am with child.” You lead his hands that still hold yours to place them on your barely swollen stomach. Aemond closes his eye and for just a short moment a peaceful smile takes over his features. 

Just as sudden as it came, it is gone though. Replaced by a sad and regretful expression. 

“I cannot stay. I can only promise you, to be back before you start your labours.” He swears so quietly only the two of you can hear, even though the room is empty aside from the two of you. 

“When will you leave?” You sigh in defeat. 

“On the morrow. We need to reach Harrenhall as fast as we can.” He leans his forehead against yours as if to apologize, but you just feel cold to it.

When he holds you for what could be the last time in both of your lives that night, you don´t cry. You don´t sleep either. You just lay there, staring at the wall as you feel his chest press against your back with every deep breath and think. Anxious thoughts circle in your head at an impossible speed. Over and over and over again, flashing pictures of horrible incidents happening to either you or him. It´s overwhelming and unstopping. Even as you help Aemond to put on his armor early the next morning. Your hands tremble to a point where it is hard to handle all the buckles and clasps, but no matter how often he offers to do it himself, in that sweet quiet voice of his, it feels like something you need to do. To get at least some kind of closure, you tell yourself. And when the time comes you dutifully press your lips to his in the most delicate manner, before watching him fly away on Vhagar. Standing frozen in your spot until the large dragon is nothing but a small dot in the sky. Only then do you allow yourself to cry. The tears that slip down your cheeks are silent at first. The mask you had put on only for Aemond only breaks slowly, but once it does you stand there in the room, unknowing how or when you even got there. Shoulders shaking violently as you prop yourself up on the back of the chair you lean over.

The rational part of your brain of course knows there is no reason to cry until there are actual news of your husbands passing, yet that thought doesn´t soothe you at all. And with the closest thing you ever had to a friend still occupied with the process of going mad over her loss, you are on your own for the first time in years.

[justanoasisimagines]

Mixed Preference - Their Love Language

This Preference contains; Eddie Brock, Dante Reyes, Finn Abernathy, Mad Sweeney, Andy Barber, Aegon II Targaryen, Loyd Hansen, Cedric Diggory, Shane Walsh, Deckard Shaw, Spencer Reid, Mitch Morgan, Phillip "The Governor" Blake, Long John Silver, Ragnar Lothbrok

Requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and the banner!

Eddie Brock; Eddie's love language gift giving. He doesn't always know how to express his feelings towards you. Every time he tries he turns into a stuttering mess. Gift-giving is logical for Eddie he can bring you a bunch of flowers or a box of chocolates. Even Venom begins to get involved, however, that's somewhat questionable.

Dante Reyes; Dante's love language is physical touch. He can shower you with whatever your heart desires, however, he'd much rather show you. He loves the reaction you give him whenever he goes to kiss you or when he surprises you with a bear hug. If Dante is being honest, he enjoys physical touch. He welcomes you to instigate physical touch. Dante is terrifying to everyone else and the exception is you.

Finn Abernathy; Finn's love language is Quality Time. He wants to make time for you. He wants to show you that he's willing to take time out of his schedule so he can take you on dates or plan cozy nights. He can be there for you whenever you need support for a doctor's appointment or a family event. This is his preferred way to show you he's serious about you.

Mad Sweeney; Mad Sweeney's love Language is physical touch. He's not always great with communication and he's always worried about buying you the wrong thing. However, physical touch is the one way Sweeney can communicate his feelings towards you. He enjoys it too. He loves nothing more than to pull you in for a kiss and show everyone who you belong to.

Andy Barber; Andy Barber's love language is Acts of Service. Sometimes you two can be like ships in the night, so Andy takes the time to do things for you. He will do the chore you haven't got round to or go to the grocery shop if he knows you are busy. He'll run you a bath after a long day. He'll write you a note telling you to have a good day if you start at different times.

Aegon II Targaryen; Aegon's love language is physical touch. Aegon hasn't been raised to know how to express his love healthily. Physical touch is a way Aegon knows how and even then you still have to help him. He doesn't know what a delicate touch is, but he'll shower you with physical affection. Kisses and hugs and warm embraces.

Loyd Hansen; Loyd's love language is gift-giving. He can give you whatever your heart desires, so why wouldn't he? You don't have to want for anything. Besides he knows he's not always around and he's not typically the most affectionate person. He can, however, buy you whatever you want. No price tag is too large, he'll buy it for you. He enjoys your reactions whenever he surprises you with an unexpected gift.

Cedric Diggory; Cedric's love language is terms of endearment. He loves using different terms of endearment to witness your reaction. Sometimes he comes out with completely outrageous ones just to make you laugh. Cedric is the only one who's allowed to call you a term of endearment because that's his privilege as your boyfriend.

Shane Walsh; Shane's love language is physical touch. He likes having his hands on you. Walking by and kissing you or grabbing your ass. He likes showing you how he feels because Shane feels obsessively about his feelings towards you. He wants to shower you in physical touch whenever he can. It's also a firm warning to remind everyone you belong to him. Anyone who wants to try and change that can deal with him.

Deckard Shaw; Deckard's love language is gift-giving. He loves buying you a bunch of flowers whenever he's been away from you or buying you a new car. He thinks it's precious whenever you protest about something he's done because you know he's going to do it again. He's always going to provide for you no matter what. If you're someone who doesn't ask for anything, he'll pay close attention to what you're saying so he makes the right purchase. Deckard likes to spoil you so he's going to.

Spencer Reid; Spencer's love language is quality time. He could buy you gifts and give you affection, however, Spencer prefers to give you his time. He prefers to show you by spending quality time. By reading together grabbing dinner or watching a documentary together. Spencer can be away for long periods on cases, but when he returns home it's time for you two.

Mitch Morgan; Mitch's love language is quality time. He's not always the easiest person around and words often fail him. However, he likes being in your presence while you go about your days, You don't have to be partaking in the same activity, but he just likes knowing you're close. You can be watching TV and he will settle down and read. Mitch's words often fail him but his actions speak louder.

Phillip "The Governor" Blake Philip's love language would be acts of service. He's changed drastically since the world turned upside down. He becomes cold and standoffish, cruel and calculated. His feelings for you haven't changed. This is why his love language is quality time because making time for you despite his busy schedule. For example, having breakfast together or seeing you between meetings.

John Silver; John's love language is terms of endearment. He loves calling you tender words and watching your gaze soften. John will attempt to use these tender words to get himself out of tumultuous situations. It's usually "love" or "my heart" as he attempts to get himself out of trouble. He adores how conflicted you become as you attempt to stay mad at him.

Ragnar Lothbrok; Ragnar's love language is physical touch. He's not always articulate with words. He doesn't know what you need. He does however know how to express his feelings physically. He can pour his feelings towards you through his actions. It's like a communication language only you two understand.

[jacevelaryonswife]

► How would they meet you at a party? — Modern Headcanons 「AU」

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon | Aegon Targaryen | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader (the famous big three).

a/n: This is situated in college. I don't usually physically detail the reader so that feels included, but personality is something apart. English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes. I’m totally obsessed with modern au.

warnings: mentions of alchool, drunking and sex.

⇒ inspired by @valeskafics

Modern headcanons masterlist

— Aegon ↺

Aegon is the king of the party. He's the coolest frat boy.

The other guys want to be him and the girls drool around him (think in an extremely literal sense).

When you're used to having everything you want the idea of not getting something is devastating. And that's exactly how he feels about your rejection, or almost that.

How do you dare? He's rich, popular, handsome, and has a hot body. No one has ever rejected him!

But you are not everyone.

You know exactly who Aegon Targaryen is. A spoiled drunk fuckboy who doesn't want anything serious with anyone. You don't want anything serious either, but there's something fun about denying bread to someone who owns the bakery.

You're pretty and hot, surrounded by friends and unlike most, you're not drinking anything.

He is not intimidated by the presence of other people when he approaches you, smiling seductively in his typical sexy voice used for these moments.

It was a surprise to you when he showed up, but at no point would you let on that you knew him.

He would flirt compulsively and try to get physically close, using all charm and good looks he's been blessed with to get you into bed.

He might be the kind of guy who would look at you as a challenge when you ignored him, or he'd also call you a bitch with your college friends. Either way, he'll feel terribly bothered by the rejection.

There is a high possibility that he will try to approach you again to get into your panties, a good warrior doesn't run away from the fight.

He's an arrogant little bitch and you hate yourself for liking it, but you don't waste time putting him in his place.

— Aemond ↺

Here's the thing: you'd probably get to him first.

Aemond isn't a big fan of being in a house full of college students, alcohol and loud music, but with the end of period and imminenthe allows himself to attend this type of environment.

Perhaps it was the stress of finals that drove him insane, but when Aemond arrives at the party alongside his older brother, he hides from the others with a cup of bad beer in hand.

He would talk to some of his classmates and very possibly soon regret being there (the smell of marijuana contaminates the whole place).

But before he could go, you would stop him with precise steps and a corner smile, like a gentle predator.

“Hi handsome.” You dared like never before in your life, but you couldn't let that mysterious beauty disappear into the air.

What if he has a girl/boyfriend?

Fuck it, you only live once.

Normally he wasn't approached by many girls, especially with your looks. You’re beautiful. Fucking gorgeous, to be exact.

Most people found him intimidating — you included — but he was charming and sexy and so good at talking.

He would invite you outside to talk when the music gets too loud and horny young people bump into you two.

He'd take the conversation where you wanted it to go, and maybe, depending on how the night went, he'd take you to his apartment and oh boy, it’s amazing.

He's not much for social media, but you need this man in your life and ask for his number.

The smile he shows at the end of the night is purely of satisfaction.

— Jace ↺

Our good boy Jace loves parties — as long as they don't affect his academic performance.

He doesn't go to all, but always has fun with his frat friends and a cup of beer (and sometimes kissing someone).

At first you think he's cute. Really cute. He has curly hair falling over his shoulders and an open and cheerful smile.

He would catch you watching him and blush (hard to see by the lighting of the living room), looking back with a shy smile. Even if he gets along most of the time with the girls, he really is a embarrassed little thing.

He would come to you eventually, fully encouraged by the guys.

“Dude she’s so hot, go get some!”

You keep the curious/seductive smile as he approaches. At first you thought it was a bad idea since he was surrounded by some fuckboys, but you shouldn't judge one by all.

He's cute and a little shy at first, but warms up quickly as he talks to you. Like Aemond, Jace is also great in talking.

So boyfriend material. No, not yet.

He might pull you out dancing or meet some of his friends, getting you alone again afterwards.

Normally, if things went well he'd ask for your number or slowly lean in to kiss you (if you wanted to), but he's surprised when you pull him into a dark corner and kiss him passionately, stroking his beautiful hair.

He pulls alway panting with lips glistening, begging with puppy ​​eyes for you number or any onther social media.

You are more than happy to give it to him.

for: @madame-fear and @faces-ofvenus ✨

[ameonds-dragonn]

Nevermore Wednesday x HOTD

I watched Wednesday and thought of the Targaryens being there. I made an OC after Dany but she has dark hair and purple eyes. But she is literally 21st century Dany. No hate to Wednesday she is my home girl! This for plot! . Also thank you @valeskafics for loving my idea and hyping me up to post it!

Summary: daenerys Targaryen is the oldest daughter of Daemon, his half witch half shape shifter child. The very best and ugly of him in a female body, her visions and intuition helps her in Nevermore. She is there with her sightly older cousin, Aemond. Half vampire half shifter. She is madly in love with the resident artist, Xavier Thorpe. 

Daenerys Targaryen, daughter of Daemon and Rhea Targaryen, witch and dreamer. Heiress to Daemons company and part owner of Targaryen international, her uncle’s company. The family company, 9 generations strong.

Y/n’s family had witches, dreamers, shape shifters to vampires. Aunt Ali made that into the line, her cousins were half vamps and half shifters. Her step sisters were shifters like their father and her step mother. This never affected the family business crashing, thankfully everyone kept their powers under wraps. Most of them, Aegon, her older cousin was in and out of magazines for his behavior. Uncle Viserys shipped him to Nevermore academy to help him with his powers. Aegon was too blood thirsty to ever be ceo, Rheanyra was in line to inherit it anyways.

Nevermore wasn’t bad like Aegon had put it, he hated authority, being away from his mother. Nobody put up with his shit that’s how Aemond put it at least. Aegon wasn’t wrong about Thornhill, something smelled off about her. I made friends unlike Aegon. Yoko was my roommate, my sister away from home. Bianca, surprisingly. She was misunderstood, needed someone to listen to her. Underneath her typical mean girl exterior was a sad, lonely girl who wanted love from someone. Xavier, is my best friend in the whole world. We met at my family’s annual gala, his father dumped money into our company.

I was 12 and Xavier was 11, I found him sitting on the staircase, crying. His father had yelled at him for showing his powers off to my cousin, Daeron. A simple rabbit came alive off the page and danced in front of the toddler. I never seen the chubby boy until a year ago, when I started Nevermore. Weems assigned Xavier to be my guide, I never realized who he was until dad laughed as he hugged me. Dad was weird so I didn’t think anything of it. Well until I unknowingly encouraged him to ask Bianca out. My chest rows angered and hurt as I saw him smile at the siren.

They broke up over the summer, I had to be the one who picked up the pieces. Xavier never told me who broke up with who and why. The rumors from Enid’s blog were endless and girls who loved X. Who knows why!

“Dany! We got a new girl!” Kent gushed as he sat down.

“Mid semester?” I furrowed my brows

“Wednesday Addams, I think you have Thornhill with her” Yoko grinned.

“What’s so bad about her? Quit smiling with your fangs, Yo” I sighed.

“Look, 4 o clock” Bianca nudged me

She was dressed in an all black Nevermore uniform, braids, scowl on her face. Enid was smiling and pointing at various students. The bell rang. “Let’s go see how this Addams girl is” Bicana smirked.

“Be nice, b. And not bitchy nice” I said as we passed Xavier’s mural.

The same dark girl stood in front with Thornhill. She was spooky for sure, not a bad one. Xavier smiled at her as he opened his sketch book.

“Miss Targaryen” Thornhill said as I looked at Addams sitting with Xavier

” Daenerys!” Thornhill raised her voice, Yoko kicked my leg

“Yes, Miss Thornhill” I jumped

“Pay attention, Xavier has a hole in his back from you staring at him” Thornhill smirked

“Right” I sighed as Xavier smiled back at me

Xavier’s energy was off after he saw Wednesday and it made Bianca’s off. It made me nauseated as class ended. “He could be yours, if you asked him. And quit hiding in Leana’s skirt” Aegon’s voice ranged in my head.

“Dany, you coming to practice?” Xavier asked

“Oh yeah. Ready to get your ass kicked, sweetheart?” I smirked. Xavier bit his lip and nodded.

I arched my bow back

“What do yoI think about Wednesday?” Xavier asked, making me miss my shot.

“You dick! I missed!” I groaned

“I know” he smirked

“I forfeit” I threw my bow down and walked away

“Dan! Dany! Come on I was joking” Xavier yelled

A knock broke me from my crying and thoughts, Yoko was out with Bianca for the shadow meeting or something.

“Go away, Xavier!” I yelled

The knocking continued

“Enid leave me alone fuck!” I opened the door to my slightly older, much taller cousin, Aemond.

“Loose your attitude, bitch” Aemond walked in

“Jerk” I smiled

“You’re not suppose to be up here, Thornhill will kill you” I sighed

“Not before I find out why my cousin is bawling her eyes out. Now talk” Aemond raised his eyebrow at me.

“It’s stupid. It could be solved if I listened to Aegon” I plopped on my bean bag

“Don’t listen to Aegon ever. Why do you say that?” Aemond rubbed my head

“I really like Xavier and I can tell he is in love with Wednesday fucking Addams already. She sat with him for one class and he’s already planning their wedding in his head. I seen them at the dance this semester” I broke down.

“Dany, calm down. He can’t love her just in one day” Aemond said.

“He has the same look, he did when I pushed him to ask out Bee” I looked my cousin in the eyes.

—————- a week later

I was walking to meet Xavi for archery practice for the day. “Nice leggings, Dee” Enid smiled as she typed away.

“Thanks, babe!” I giggled

“Hey” I grabbed my bow as he was showing Wednesday how to shoot.

“Oh Dany! Daenerys, Wednesday Addams. Wednesday, Daenerys” Xavier smiled.

“At least I’m not an elitist snob” Wednesday deadpanned and made her bullseyes

“Ouch” Xavier said

“Damn, I gave you a week until I showed you I didn’t need your help” I giggled

“Dany” Xavier sighed

“Right. Sorry your manhood is damaged now” I bit my tongue

“Why do you have to be a mini version of Daemon?” He sighed

“It’s fun, my love. Now excuse me, I’m gonna sneak out with Yoko. See ya later, Thorpe” i patted his back as I left him with his thoughts.

“And then Enid asked Wednesday to join us for the Poe cup. I mean how do we even know she is even worth having. I love bee but I would love to beat her even more” Yoko gushed. I sat in the window seal, barely hearing anything she had said

“Dany? Dan? Daenerys, hey” Yoko shook me.

But it went dark and I hit the floor

“Danyy! Shit” Yoko ran off

I woke up in the medical wing, my head was pounding out of my skull.

I looked over to see Xavier sleeping in the chair, his neck was showing. He must have felt my eyes on him, he got startled.

“Hey hey. You’re wake!” He smiled

“What happened? Why are you here?” I deadpanned

“Apparently you passed out and fell when Yoko was talking to you. She busted into my room screaming for me to help her. I’m your best friend why do you say that?” Xavier held my hand

I dropped his hand and stood up grabbing my sweatshirt. Well Xavier’s sweatshirt, fuck it! It was comfortable.

“Dany!”

———- two weeks later

Xavier barely talked to anyone, staying in his shed if it wasn’t school hours. The community outreach was boring as always. I got assigned to pilgrim world with Yoko and Bianca.

I snuck away and decided I needed a chai latte to even make it through this hell of Jericho. According to Enid’s blog Xavier was at the coffee shop for his assignment. Aemond was there too or maybe he snuck off to the library.

“Let me guess an iced vanilla chai with almond milk?” Xavier grinned as he sat in the side of the booth.

“You remember” I smiled

He grinned and went to make my drink

“Here” I tried to give him a ten

“Quit, on the house. I don’t make pretty girls pay for stuff” Xavier shut my hand with the bill crumbling in my hand.

“Xavier! At least take it for a tip” I sighed

“Be right there” he said as he walked to the counter to help a customer

“You’re supposed to be at pilgrim world, kid” Aemond punched my shoulder, playful like.

“Here I thought you blew this assignment off. Looks like only of us are the smart Targaryen” I smirked.

“I promised mom I wouldn’t be like Aegon and actually interact with people”

“Mamas boy” I laughed

“How’s daddy gonna get his little girl out of this one?” He shot back

“Hey Wednesday!” Tyler smiled as he came from the back room

“Does everyone have the hots for the mini goth?” I threw my head back.

I stood up, “See ya, Aem. Be good”

“Dany?” Xavier quipped

“What?”

He held my latte

“Thanks” I took it and left him standing there

I was sitting under an oak tree, reading the family history again. I could quote it word for word but I needed comfort. Dad was in London for a business trip.

“When are you gonna tell how you feel and not sulk like a lost puppy?” A voice asked

It was Bianca

“How can you tell?” I sighed

“Because he looked at me like how you do him. Don’t lose him to another” she sat down.

“Piss off” I brought my knees to my chest

“Before I piss off.. Listen, I know you love him, just tell him how you feel. You would be surprised in the outcome, Dans” She held my hand

“Why would you help your ex’s best friend get with your ex?” I scoffed

“Because I like you shockingly. You remind me of me a little too much also” Bianca looked with her ocean blues

I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face, “I’ve already lost him to Wednesday. There’s nothing I can do to show him how I feel. Thanks but you’re too late, bee bee”

“Stop crying. I don’t do crying” She pulled me into her chest

“Shut up, sushi” I giggled

“Hate that name, but since you’re sad I’ll let it pass” she rubbed my back

“Don’t mention to anyone that you saw me cry. Now kindly fuck off” I stood up

“Tell him!” She yelled

I walked up the stairs to mine and Yoko’s room, I passed Wednesday and Enid’s. Suddenly a severed hand ran across my shoe, making me yelp.

“Thing!” A voice yelled as they jerked the door open.

Wednesday

“Is that your family pet? We have a dragon”, I blurted out

“You’re the Targaryen girl” Wednesday looked at me as she picked up her hand.

“How do you know who I am but not Xavier’s family?” I asked

“My father has a copy of your family’s history. Daemon’s daughter from his rocky first marriage”, she quipped

I looked her up and down

“How do you know that? That’s not in the book it stopped after my great great grandfather” I scoffed.

“Enid” The small girl shut her door

“Can’t wait for this semester to be over”, I sighed as I finished my journey to my dorm

——————-

I sat with Xavier and Aemond during breakfast before class broke. Xavier winced every little movement, claiming he hurt his back during fencing. They haven’t had fencing in a week.

“Look at his neck, Aem” I threw my thought in Aemond’s head

“His fencing wound. So what?”

“You’ve not had fencing in a week moron”, I rolled my eyes

Aemond stood up, saying his goodbyes for the day. Alys was at the other side of the quad. Of course he leaves me without no answers.

“How does one get a starch like that from a fencing sword? Wednesday’s was a tiny nick” I said

“You don’t believe me” Xavier scoffed

“You’re a shitty liar, Thorpe” I smirked

He sighed, “I drew a monster from my vision and it came out and attacked me. Just don’t tell anyone”

“Why don’t you have a bandage? Unless you want your neck to turn green and fall off”, I ran my over his hoodie collar

He jumped back

“See ya in Thornhill” He stalked off

“Yeah you’ll be naming your kids with vampira”, I sighed, collecting my things and met Yoko before our first class

It was getting close to the end of the day, my class with Xavier and Wednesday. The closer I got to the class, my music blaring. I decided to skip class and see what my other family was up to.

“Fuck it”

It was easy to get the dorm hall without Thornhill bugging me about my life and why I blasted the Sex Pistols.

I slammed the door and threw my blazer off, kicking my shoes off.

“Dad will be in London or everywhere. Lena will be pissed that I skipped.” I sighed, scrolling through my contacts.

Egg 🍃

“Worth a shot” I clicked the blue phone and let it rang

“Shut up, it’s my cousin” Aegon sounded out of breath.

“Bad timing, cousin” I giggled

“Kinda but what’s wrong? Go take a shower or something” I heard Aegon tell a girl

The door shut

“What’s wrong? You’re supposed to be in herbology, kiddo” Aegon tried to lecture me

“Stop being my dad! I need my older cousin who I love like my brother to listen” I whined

“I am” Aegon sighed

I bit my lip

“Okay. There’s this new girl Wednesday Addams, she is the goth girl but she gives me Ted Buddy vibes. Anyways Xavier is in love with her, he has been blowing me off. Just hurts because it’s like when he was in love with Bianca. I don’t know, Egg it’s just too much and parent’s weekend isn’t until next month. I already know Dad won’t be there, probably in Spain or bora bora. I’m sorry I bothered you with your hookup” I cried

“Dany! It’s okay breathe, in and out. The new will wear off on Thursday and he’ll ask you to the Rave’n. He does love you, you’re both too chicken to say anything” Aegon replied

“Don’t let this go to your head but you’re right. And it’s Wednesday, bud” I laughed

“There’s that laugh! Now lay down, drink some water and stop worrying” Aegon smiled

“Thanks, Egg. Love you” I smiled, not like he would see it but it’s the thought that counts.

He giggled

“Tell my giant little brother I said hi. He probably won’t notice but won’t being attached to Alys”

“Tell me about it. I walked in on them making out, I asked him something. He responded but didn’t break away from her. Sad thing I understood what he said” I giggled

“Teenage angst. Now don’t call me unless you asked him out and you’ll make me your maid of honor” Aegon said before he hung up

“Aegon! Aeg” I sighed

The door slammed open

“Why weren’t you in class? Did you get sick?” Xavier walked over and laid his on my forehead

“No, I'm not sick. Family issue came up. Did you take any notes or did you impress your little girlfriend with your moving art” I smirked

He jerked his hand back and looked down at me with disgust, “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you Daenerys”

He walked to the door, “She hasn’t do anything to you or Bianca and you two hate her”

“She’s a stalker, Xavier! Somehow she knows about my fathers first marriage and how it was. I never talked to the girl before, she don’t even have a phone. You’re too blinded by love to see it now but she’s no good” I walked over to him

“Like you can point your finger on how crazy people are, Dans. Look in the mirror” Xavier scoffed

“Fuck you” I pushed him out as Yoko walked in with Divana

“What a spoiled brat” I heard him say before leaving

“Asshole!” I yelled back

Yoko and Divana looked at me with a sympathetic smile.

“Want me to sneak Aemond in?” Yoko asked

I shook my head and flopped on my bed

What a fucking day! Curse Wednesday Addams! And fuck Xavier Thrope, he’s such an asshole!

[glassprism]

Since you're also in other fandoms, are there any ships/pairings you like? Who's your favourite pairing in POTO? Who are your favourite characters (from POTO to all your other fandoms) and why? Ooh, here's a rather unusual one: who's your favourite side character (name one for all your fandoms!) and why?

Yeah, definitely! Though whether some can be counted as actual “ships” is debatable, as you’ll see in a bit.

For Phantom, my favorite “ship” is the love triangle - E/C/R. Not in a polyamorous, threesome way, but one where I love the dynamics of the characters, the way they affect one another, the ways Erik and Raoul are similar and different. So it’s not quite a “ship” in a traditional sense where I want characters to end up with each other, but more in the sense that I like to explore and analyze them.

As for other “ships” or pairings, I’m just going to list, like, every fandom or random-ass thing I’ve ever loved in semi-chronological order (time to go back to my middle school fandoms!). Under the cut for length.

Harry Potter: Sirius Black and Harry Potter. I adored the godfather-godson bond between the two (absolutely no romance; I clicked on an mpreg fic of the two when I was but a wee lass of twelve and it scarred me): how Harry was the last living reminder of Sirius’s best friend, whose death he still feels responsible for; how Sirius is the parental figure Harry wanted, how they were never able to be happy god damn it Rowling. (You can imagine how much my eleven year old self cried when I read the fifth book. Oh boy, the tears.)

Star Wars: Vader and Luke. Again, totally familial, father-son relationship only. (Speaking of scarring experiences, I once stumbled on a romance fic between the two, where yes, both of them were still father and son, and I have that summary etched into my brain permanently.) The way Vader obsessively hunts down Luke, the first emotional connection he has had with a person in literal decades! The way Luke has just ached all his life for a father figure, to the point where he will take a homicidal Sith lord if that’s who he is! How he never gives up on trying to redeem him! How Luke is right. Loud screeching.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Will Turner and Bootstrap Bill and Will Turner and Henry Turner. More sad father-son dynamics (you may be noticing a pattern here). Repeat what I said with the Star Wars relationships, only with more pirates and less homicide. (And way more parental abandonment guilt.)

Halloween: Michael Myers and Laurie Strode,  remake universe. Yet again, no romance, just a severely messed-up brother-sister relationship. I can’t begin to tell you why I like the horrific relationship between a serial killer and the little sister he was so obsessed with he ruined her life, completely traumatized her, and ended up leading to her death, but I do. Maybe it’s the dark obsession aspect of it, that in the midst of all his murders, there’s still one person Michael Myers longs to have a connection with, the baby sister who represented total innocence in his mind. Maybe it’s the “what could have been” aspect too, as Laurie never recognizes him or realizes their connection until it’s far too late. Maybe I need to re-examine my life choices. I’ll figure it out someday.

Bat Boy The Musical: Bat Boy/Shelley. Yes, this is a romance; yes, they are half-brother and half-sister, yes, you can get on me about this, but in my defense how about you watch the musical and NOT come out of it shipping these two against all your better instincts.

POTO: E/C/R, as stated above and for all those reasons. Oh, and you know what - The Phantom and Gustave from Love Never Dies. Can’t get away from those father-son ships. I actually care about that relationship than E/C or R/C in LND (maybe because both E/C and R/C suck in the sequel so what else am I going to latch onto).

Batman: Listed here, but my heart really lies with three ships. Jaytim is the first: it’s the whole “angry woobie destroyer of worlds who hates everyone meets seemingly well-adjusted and cheerful individual who is secretly hiding their own issues” dynamic. Bane/Talia from The Dark Knight Rises is the second. Doesn’t matter if it’s familial, friendship, protector and protectee, or romantic, I eat it up, and to be fair, it’s never explicitly stated what the relationship is in the movie. All we know is that the two grew up together in a hellhole prison, probably dependent on and solely trusting only one another, and that bond continues even after they leave, and not even death will make them leave one another. Finally, we have Jason Todd/therapy from the Arkham games. Because the poor guy needs it.

MCU: STEVE/BUCKY (aka Stucky). This ship (again, could be friendship or romantic) dominated my thoughts for four years. Steve’s fish-out-of-water status! Bucky’s horrific imprisonment under Hydra. The way the two find each other after and the angst. The fact that Steve refuses to kill Bucky and, even after seventy years, succeeds in breakthing through to him because their connection runs that deep. The fact that Marvel just ruined this relationship so now I have to rely on fanfic. Oh yes, and I also slowly fell into the Kastle ship (Frank Castle aka The Punisher and Karen Page). Another “hardened killer with sad backstory who connects to idealistic young woman with hidden darkness” dynamic.

Terminator: T-800 aka “Uncle Bob” and John Connor. Returning to sad father-son dynamics, I have this from Terminator 2. A robot learning emotions! A boy learning to take his place as a leader and all-loving hero. The bond they form, partially because the T-800 will do nothing else but protect John and partially because John has no father-figure of his own, so his robot bodyguard will do. THE ENDING.

ASOIAF/GOT: I actually have very few ships from here other than Arya/Gendry (and only when they’re older) and, weirdly, Theon/Sansa from the show. The Gendrya ship is just cute, it may well be the most wholesome ship on here, while Theonsa has shades of Stucky in it, I suppose, given that Theon has been tortured so badly he can barely remember his own name, until Sansa turns up and reminds him enough that he breaks out of it to help her.

Favorite characters from each of those:

Harry Potter: My favorite characters from here are probably more side characters, so I’ll just say Hermione Granger. Her focus on academics, fear of failure, and conviction that the library holds all the answers, felt all too reminiscent of myself.

Star Wars: Darth Vader,  no contest whatsoever. Cool mask, cool cape, cool lightsaber, and the absolute worst life one can imagine.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Interestingly, Will Turner. Yeah, I guess Jack Sparrow is cool and Elizabeth is absolutely awesome to watch and has the greatest change in the series, but oh-so-serious Will, with his deep loyalties and slow slide into moral ambiguity because of those loyalties, fascinates me.

Halloween: Laurie Strode, all versions. My favorite final girl, my survivor of trauma (except in the remake, where, well, she doesn’t survive). Also, her daughter in the Thorn trilogy, Jamie Lloyd, the most tragic little girl to walk across a horror movie screen.

Bat Boy The Musical: Ah, wow, haven’t thought about this. I guess Bat Boy and Shelley, more by default than anything.

POTO: Christine Daae, no contest. Love her character, love her arc, love her songs, love her costumes.

Batman: Listed here.

MCU: Bucky Barnes (unless he counts as a side character), but I also love Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Karen Page, Elektra Natchios... and I’ll leave it at that.

Terminator: John Connor. (There’s a reason I haven’t watched Dark Fate yet... or ever.)

ASOIAF/GOT: Three of them! Daenerys Targaryen, who I love because she tries so hard to rule well, who is so observant and cognizant of the things going on around her. Then Sansa Stark, who makes such astounding growth, who retains her empathy and compassion throughout, who is capable of startling perception and insight which most others underestimate. And finally, Cersei Lannister. She’s terrible. I love her.

And favorite side characters from each of those:

Harry Potter: Sirius Black may well have been my first fictional crush. But Remus Lupin is the kind of person (and teacher) I aspire to be.

Batman: I swear, depending on the comic series or movie, everyone is a side character. I’ll just link to my old ask again.

Star Wars: Batman syndrome all over again; every character in Star Wars might be a side character elsewhere, and every side character gets to be the main character of their own comic, book, movie, etc. Erm... I really liked Rose from the sequel trilogy and Chirrut Imwe from Rogue One. I find Mara Jade from the Legends universe fun to read. WAIT I GOT IT - Queen Amidala’s handmaidens from Episode I (Sabe, Rabe, Eirtae, Yane, Sache). Highly trained in both politics, decorum, and weaponry, able to be utterly nondescript or the Queen’s decoy at the drop of a hat? I love.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Hmm... you know what, I thought Syrena the mermaid was pretty cute.

Halloween: Rachel Carruthers! Your typical girl-next-door but well done and with a touching relationship with her foster sister. I will die mad about her death in the fifth movie.

Bat Boy The Musical: Uh.... I’ll get back to you on this...

POTO: Carlotta is super fun.

MCU: Oh heck, Dottie Underwood. (My taste in female characters goes like this: a) intelligent and observant, 2) sweet and compassionate, 3) batsh*t insane. She’s the third.)

Terminator: Not sure how much of a side character she is, but Kate Connor. Wife and second-in-command to John Connor, able to heal wounds and kick butt depending on what the movie requires.

ASOIAF/GOT: I’ll probably think of someone else, but you know what? Queen Rhaenys Targaryen, younger sister and wife to Aegon the Conqueror, whom he wed out of desire. Playful, spirited, loved to fly, sponsored musicians, initiated reforms for the smallfolk, what’s not to love? (Apart from one possibility of her death... but we don’t talk about that.)

[aegor-bamfsteel]

I doubt Elaena liked or was close to Daeron. She was locked in the maidenvault for years - She was therefore very close to Daena. I doubt she would have liked Daeron's abuse on Daena's son, whom she had to be close to and favored him over Daeron. Not to mention that Daeron publicly revered Baelor, which was a humiliation towards her.

That’s essentially the evidence I used to claim Da3ron and Elaena weren’t close in some previous asks, and you are correct in that Elaena and Daena were close at least before/during the Maidenvault years (Elaena idolized Daena and dressed in black because Daena did according to an SSM; Elaena was compared to Daena in terms of ‘willfulness’ but was considered shrewd). It makes sense that she would have some affection for her deceased sister’s child even if she didn’t necessarily agree with what he was doing (or rather, was forced to do) politically. However, due to Elaena’s survivalist nature it was advantageous to her safety to play both sides; this is the sort of internal conflict that GRRM loves and is also a microcosm of the First Blackfyre itself, where loving families were torn apart in a divisive war caused by generations of selfish Targaryen misrule.

But since I don’t want you to just get an #agree for such a supportive ask, I’ll go over some arguments about why Elaena and Da3ron were close and see if I can offer counterarguments:

Elaena married Michael Manwoody, a Dornishman from Da3ron’s court, for love with Da3ron’s blessing. Manwoody was a “trusted servant” of Da3ron’s: Although I’d argue that Elaena needing Da3ron’s blessing to marry in her later years is proof that the two weren’t close, it’s a fairly convincing argument if you assume Michael and Da3ron had a personal relationship, thus Elaena was emotionally close with some of Da3ron’s inner circle. Considering twoiaf uses the words “trusted servant” rather than “good friend”, and the example of Manwoody’s service involves him being sent away from court (and in fact out of the kingdoms into a presumably neutral Free City, essentially meaning he didn’t have to fight in the Rebellion if the mission occurred around 196) to negotiate with the Iron Bank (wait, isn’t sending men to the Free Cities evidence you don’t trust them but they’re valuable politically/personally so you don’t want to say it; like the incompetent Harys Swyft being sent to Braavos, or Aegon IV sent on a diplomatic mission to Braavos, or any number of Targaryen misfits sent to the Free Cities to cool their heels for disobeying the king? Weird that GRRM chose that of all services for Michael to do), it’s not difficult to interpret the Da3ron-Michael relationship as also professional with the former viewing the latter as his clear social inferior.

Elaena had more in common with Da3ron than she did with Daemon: I’ve also heard this argument made by those who believe Daemon was not the brother Bl00draven loved, and it’s not especially convincing in either case. Powerful personal relationships in GRRM-world aren’t really based on shared interest, but shared childhood (the Stark children, Robert-Ned, Robb-Theon, Elaena-Daena) or shared life-changing experiences (Jaime-Brienne, Stannis-Davos, Arya-Gendry, Elaena-Daena) or for more righteous characters shared values (duty/honor/loyalty for Stannis-Davos and Catelyn-Brienne-Sansa). Allies in King’s Landing are notoriously fickle, and something as superficial as both of you liking music is not going to signify undying loyalty. Elaena said in her later years she valued Michael’s harp-playing over his intelligence. Neither Da3ron nor Daemon was said to be that personally musical (though both were clearly intelligent), but appreciation for music clearly wasn’t lost on them; Eustace Osgrey said that Da3ron had many singers at court while the deeds of the Blackfyre heroes were enumerated in songs Bl00draven had banned (implying Daemon, with his knowledge of symbol politics and his musical son, at the very least approved of them). So even this argument is sort of nullified by what we can infer from canon.

Elaena was Da3ron’s de facto Master of Coin when she wed Ronnel Penrose: it’s not entirely clear how long and when Ronnel served during Da3ron’s tenure or when he died (between 188 and 209 is over 20 years), so this may have been quite brief. But consider that Da3ron forced Elaena to marry Ronnel for political reasons and that she remarried shortly after his death, implying it was not a decision she would’ve made on her own. The marriage signified his control over her (just as her marriage to Ossifer Plumm signified Aegon IV’s control over her), and that she served as de facto Master of Coin has little bearing on her personality other than ambition and mathematical intelligence. Had she served de facto as Master of Ships (like Marilda of Hull), for instance, we could more definitively say she was a Targaryen loyalist, as the Royal Fleet could’ve played a part in the First Blackfyre. But no part of the Master of Coin’s job description or any actions that Elaena took (in fact, we know of no financial decisions she took at all when she was Ronnel’s wife) indicate any particular loyalty to Da3ron. A point of irony is that typically the Master of Coin is the least loyal and most ambitious person with regards to the king on the Small Council; Petyr Baelish, Isembard Arryn (tried to start a sucession war in the Vale), Daemon Targaryen, Rego Draz (Lord of Air, torn apart by starving smallfolk), Qarlton Chelsted (spread rumors that Rhaegar was plotting against Aerys), and Ambrose Butterwell himself (supported both sides in the Blackfyre Rebellion) are all Masters of Coin. None of them could be considered loyal or even good people.

I have to say that we know so little about Elaena and Da3ron II’s court that (until/if F&B2 ever comes out) almost anything can be headcanoned to support an interpretation of character dynamics. The fact that mine and your opinion is more unpopular with fandom does not make either of us more wrong than those who believe that Elaena and Da3ron II were friends. And it certainly doesn’t make us liable to mockery and harassment by those who think differently.

[zaldritzosrose]

Lose Control (Aegon x Niece!Reader)

Summary: Aegon knew it would never work. But did he care? Of course not. You were one of few members of his family who didn't look at him like he was a failure. Was it love? He didn't know. But he never felt whole without you.

(Based on Lose Control by Teddy Swims)

TW: She/Her pronouns, canon-typical incest (uncle x niece), afab reader, alcohol consumption, alcoholism, oral (f receiving), fingering, semi-public, innuendo, profanity.

Words: 2,985

kēlītsos = little cat, kitten

I apologise now, but this isn't a 'happy' ending.

Something's got a hold of me lately. No, I don't know myself anymore.

You were off limits, Aegon knew that. The fact had been drilled into him by his mother time after time. His niece, the only one who looked at him with some modicum of love or affection. He didn’t know if you felt the same, but he could pretend every time you would smile at him, or your hands would linger against his just a moment longer than needed.

But how could he not want you? You were beautiful. He didn’t care about the rumours that surrounded your parentage. Those dark curls, eyes so brown they could be mistaken for black. All the things that people used to paint you a bastard, he found to be the most beautiful things in the world.

His thoughts were consumed by you, even when you weren’t around. Everything reminded him of you.  The more he thought of you, the more he remembered he couldn’t have you and the further he sank into his cups. 

The day you left for Dragonstone with your mother had broken him beyond belief. Wine and whores barely fill the void you left behind.

Feels like the walls are all closin' in. And the devil's knockin' at my door, whoa… Out of my mind, how many times. Did I tell you I'm no good at bein' alone?

Aegon stumbled back into his chambers. The third night this week that he’d spent drowning his sorrows in some dingy tavern. Word had come that your mother was returning to King’s Landing with you and your brothers. The petitions for the seat at Driftmark were to be heard, and your brother Lucerys’ claim was being questioned.

Aegon would see you again, and it terrified him. 

He was embarrassed of the kind of man he’d become in your absence. A drunk, chasing whatever skirt he could. Fear set in, knowing you’d see him like this.

The morning of your return had come, but Aegon couldn’t bring himself to leave his bed. He was a mess in so many ways. The scent of wine still lingered on his breath and skin from the night before. Sun streamed in through his window, and he quickly sunk back under his sheets.

But his peace was short lived, the door to his chambers slamming open and the harsh words of his mother filling the room. Aegon groaned, it wouldn’t be the first nor the last time his mother would ever berate him this way. But he was in no mood for it.

The sound of her admonishments faded to muffled noise as Aegon tried to rub the sleep from his features. But his actions seemed to only antagonise her more. Heavy limbs rolled from his bed, gripping the sheet around his body as he stood.

His mother’s tirade stopped at his movement, her words faltering.

“I will not apologise, for it falls on deaf ears. Now if you don’t mind, I fear I require a bath.” 

Aegon grumbled, wanting nothing more than to escape Alicent’s harsh words.

He ignored anything else that came from her lips, walking away and towards his thankfully, already filled bath.

I lose control. When you're not next to me (when you're not here with me). I'm fallin' apart right in front of you, can't you see?

You didn’t want to be here. None of your memories of the Red Keep were particularly fond. Well, save for a few. The times spent with your uncle, Aegon, would always bring a smile to your face when you thought of them. When he would sneak to your chambers, cakes in hand, demanding you come to the gardens with him. Why?

Because he missed you.

Back then, you thought little of it, simply thinking your uncle was being kind, as an uncle should be. But when you think of those moments now? Heat filled your belly and a blush bloomed on your cheeks. The evenings spent curled up next to him beneath a tree in the royal gardens, lips sticky from the cakes he always brought, his arms wrapped tight around you and your head on his chest. Those moments had seemed so innocent then.

The reactions of your mother told you now, that they were not. The way your mother had demanded you stop sneaking out in the evenings with him – how spending time alone with any boy in such a way was unbecoming. 

But Aegon was the only one who didn’t tease you about your dark hair and eyes – you knew the rumours well enough. Instead, he told you how pretty you were. Comparing your eyes to embers and your hair to the finest chocolate. 

Now, you stood at Jace’s side, listening to your mother talk to some lord or another. 

“I’m surprised you haven’t tried to sneak off to find Aegon.” Jace whispered, only earning an eye roll from you. Your brother was one of few aware of just how much time you had once spent with Aegon.

Luckily for you, he’d never told your mother. As far as Rhaenyra was concerned, the moment she’d forbade you from spending time with your uncle, you had stopped. Instead, you had simply hidden your meetings better. Swearing your brother to secrecy when he caught you one night.

You ignored Jace’s comment because no answer you gave would keep that smirk off his face. Finally, after what seemed like the longest time, your mother turned and gave you and your brothers permission to spend some time to yourselves before the petitions. You didn’t miss the sideways glance Jace gave you as you hurried away.

I lose control. When you're not next to me, mm-hm. Yeah, you're breakin' my heart, baby. You make a mess of me.

He was washed, dressed, the alcohol feeling like it was seeping out of his skin as he wandered through the corridors. He had no destination in mind, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into his bed. But he also had no desire to listen to another of his mother’s verbal lashings against him . And even more so, he was terrified of seeing you.

Would you hate him as he is now? Would you be embarrassed of him?

Aegon was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the footsteps coming towards him, his eyes trained solely on the stone floor before him. So, when he collided with the soft form of another person, he was knocked near off balance. As he scrambled to stay upright, he was greeted with a very familiar head of deep brown waves.

“Uncle?” 

Your voice. A voice he had imagined hearing time and time again for the past six years. But when you said his name, he finally met your gaze. The faintest of smiles finding his lips, while his eyes remained just a little glazed from the wine he’d already consumed.

You were here. You were here and you were as beautiful as ever. The deep red of your gown makes those warm curls even deeper in colour. It was only when he felt your hand on his arm that he realised he hadn’t spoken a word.

“Do I render you speechless still?” you smiled; your hand rested on his forearm.

“Always, kēlītsos.” He smiled, watching you blush at the name.

Kitten, so called for the way you always used to curl up next to him, safe under his arm. A sweet name that now had your cheeks hot. It was the way he said it, voice lower than you remembered. But you could smell the faint scent of wine on his breath, and you now realised that the stories of his love of alcohol were true.

Six years had changed you both in more ways than one.

Problematic. Problem is I want your body like a fiend, like a bad habit. Bad habits hard to break when I'm with you.

Aegon hadn’t paid attention to a single word spoken during the petitions. He could care less about who inherited Driftmark. His eyes never left you. He didn’t care who saw him staring. He didn’t care if you saw him staring. Seeing you again had awoken every feeling for you he’d once had. And then some. 

He’d ignored his mother when she demanded he leave the wine alone. He couldn’t handle court sober, never mind having to stay away from you. Now, the room swayed just a little, but the fog on his brain was a welcome distraction from you.

The petitions had gone as well as expected – if seeing Lord Vaemond beheaded was expected. The whole family was on edge, but Aegon was comfortably in a wine induced calm.

So, when you walked in, arms linked with Jace, he had little control of the expression on his face. Disgust at the sight of you so close to your brother, a closeness that had once been reserved for only him. He filled his cup again, no amount of wine in the world would likely make him feel better now.

You sat in the only available seat, between Jace and Aegon. You tried to catch your uncle’s gaze, but he seemed to be looking anywhere but at you and it made you feel ever so slightly hurt. Had you done something to upset him?

Problematic. Problem is when I'm with you, I'm an addict.

The supper ended swiftly the moment your brother hit Aemond, provoked of course. The two princes had never been close. You stood with your mother; fists clenched as you watched Aegon pin Luke to the table. There was no love lost between the uncles and nephews, but seeing Aegon treat Luke that way infuriated you.

You stormed from the hall, ignoring the shout of your mother. It was only then that Aegon released Luke, shoving the boy away and drunkenly hurrying after you.

He’d fucked up and he knew it. 

He could hear the clack of your boots on the stones, and he knew where you’d be going. The gardens. Your haven, one you once shared with him.

“I don’t appreciate being followed, uncle.” you called out, stopping just short of the entrance to the garden. 

Aegon was quick to stop behind you, the wine making him unsteady. But he wasn’t going to miss this chance to have you alone.

“You are drunk, Aegon.” 

The accusation, while true, hurt coming from you. Embarrassment flooded him as he tried to find an excuse. But the words went silent on his tongue. He was drunk, yes, but not as drunk as you seemed to think he was.

“It is a common occurrence for you now, I hear. Wine and whores?” Your voice wasn’t as angry as he expected, but having you know such things about him made him sick.

“Nothing more than distractions for a life that is quite tedious.” Aegon replied, doing his best to hold your gaze, blue meeting brown for the first time truly in six years.

“And what makes your life so tedious, I am sure there are many who would revel in the life of a prince.” You answered, turning to continue your walk to the garden, knowing he would follow.

And follow he did, wanting nothing more now than to be in your presence. A presence he’d missed. A presence he’d craved for six years. Even if you seemed frustrated.

“You know exactly what…” he snapped back, the wine loosening his tongue just a little. There was a chance this would be the last time he’d see you, knowing the state of the family, and he wasn’t going to waste a moment.

“Six years without you, kēlītsos, has been a very long time.” 

You stiffened at that. Was he blaming his problems on you? You stopped dead, turning on your heel to face him, watching as he stumbled when he stopped short of colliding with you.

“And you think it has been easy on me?” Your words came out quieter than you thought, your anger failing as you saw the sadness in his eyes, eyes that had once seemed so bright now seemed sallow and hollow.

“I did not want to leave. My home is here, with you.”

Aegon froze, chewing on the skin of his lip. Any anger he’d felt slipped away almost instantly. You hadn’t wanted to go. Those words sparked the smallest ember of hope in him. Maybe, just maybe, you felt as he did.

“I have spent every moment of those six years missing you.”

He heard nothing else, the wine in his belly fuelling his emotions beyond his control. His rough hands finding your cheeks, pulling you to him as he kissed you. The kiss was messy but reciprocated. Mere seconds passed before you curled a hand into the fabric of his shirt and pulled him tight against you. A kiss filled with years of love, passion… and lust. Aegon’s hands moved from your cheeks to your waist, pressing his body against yours as he backed you towards a nearby wall. Thankfully the gardens were quiet in the evenings.

You only pulled away to catch your breath, remembering quickly that Aegon had been drinking. As had you, but Aegon had consumed far more than you had.

“You are drunk, Aegon…” 

“Not so much that I am unable to think clearly.” He replied, wanting nothing more than to kiss you again.

His hands played with the fabric of your gown, keeping your body pinned between his and the wall. He couldn’t let you go, not now. Not without knowing if you felt as he had all this time.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I will go.” He whispered, his forehead now resting against yours.

You wanted to tell him you didn’t because it would be easier down the line. Easier to lie and break his heart now than be truthful and have to leave him again. But you did. By the gods, you did. While you’d loved him for longer than you could remember, love was not on your mind at this moment.

“I want this…I want you. I always have.” Your breath fanned across his lips as you spoke, body inching closer on instinct. 

Aegon closed the distance, his kiss gentle though his hands now gripped your waist hard. The red fabric now fisted tight in his hands as he slipped his thigh between your own. Your body responded naturally, heat flooding you as his lips slid down to your jaw then your neck. He knew he couldn’t go so far as to take your virtue, but he needed something.

And I need some relief, my skin in your teeth. Can't see the forest through the trees. Got me down on my knees, darlin' please, oh…

Your breath hitched as he bunched your gown in his hands, fingers pressed against the fabric of your small clothes. A touch you’d only dreamt about. Wondering what it would feel like to have him touch you so intimately.

The reality had your mouth dry and your flesh searing. Hips canting to meet the deft movements of his fingers. His face buried in your neck as you sighed out in pleasure. You shouldn’t be doing this, and you knew it. All you could focus on was pleasure, not right and wrong. Your own hand soon found the hard length in the front of his breeches, palming him slowly.

Aegon wanted nothing more than to feel you. To commit those soft sounds to memory. To feel your skin on his.

“Aegon…” you breathed, your hands finding the mess of silver waves atop his head.

His name had never sounded so perfect, and he wanted to hear it again. His hands kept a grip on your waist as he dropped to his knees before you, ignoring the confused glance you shot down to him. You soon had your answer when his nose brushed against the fabric of your small clothes, his hand gripping your thigh as he lifted it over his shoulder.

“What are you-“ your words fell silent as he mouthed at you through your undergarments, his name a moan falling from your lips.

Your hand found his hair again, wanting nothing more than for him to keep going. And when his fingers tugged the fabric aside, bearing your flesh to him, all sense was lost.

“So delicious, my sweet girl,” he cooed, licking a hot stripe between your folds.

No man had ever touched you this way, and you wanted no other man but Aegon to touch you this way again. A dream, of course, but one you wanted so desperately. And he lapped at you like a man starved, groaning against your skin at the taste of you, the sound enough to have pleasure shooting up your spine.

And soon the knot in your belly snapped, hands tightening in his hair as you panted his name. Aegon only stopped his ministrations when you pushed him away. With a final kiss to your inner thigh, he stood.

“You are mine, kēlītsos, and you always have been.”

I lose control. When you're not next to me (when you're not here with me). I'm fallin' apart right in front of you, can't you see?

Morning had come. You didn’t remember returning to Aegon’s chambers but that was where you woke. Wrapped in his arms and feeling safer than ever. It would not last. It never did. Shouts from outside the door told you that. And the door crashing open, revealing the furious face of your mother made it crystal clear to Aegon.

You were off limits. He knew that. He’d hoped it would change. But when morning came, the harsh words directed at you by your mother told you it never would. And his dreams become nightmares as you leave him again.

I lose control. When you're not next to me, mm-hm. Yeah, you're breakin' my heart, baby. You make a mess of me.

[mmazzeroo]

Chapter 18:  DANY V - That Was Immensely Entertaining

@helloimnotawesome - Chapter 18 is up. It’s wedding time!!! Yay <3 

This is the longest chapter so far - longer than planned but it felt wrong to cut it and there were things that I really wanted included here, so....almost 3k for you :D Enjoy!

DANY V - That Was Immensely Entertaining:

'Lord Dayne in uniform' was that what the tv-reporter had said? No, that couldn't be. Jon doesn't have one. He lost it along with everything else that night. He was devastated when he had to tell Robb. She was there at Dragonstone that day. Holding him all through the night as he cried himself to sleep and occasionally woke up sobbing. For Jon his uniform represented something good he had done in his life, something he had chosen for himself and excelled at. The medals too. Not for what he'd done during battles and what he'd lost. For Jon it was evidence of what he'd saved, the lives rescued. The crowd's noisy I probably just misheard the reporter anyway. Marg was being a good sport as always. Playing her part effortlessly. Walking up the red carpet on the steps to the Great Sept she turned and waved at the crowd who responded with a deafening cheer. You'd think we were all still royalty. She laughed to herself at the thought as she too waved at the crowd. 

Inside the sept Loras was waiting for them with the bridesmaids and groomsmen. He'd arrived earlier along with their grandmother, President Olenna Tyrell. Loras was wearing his cavalry dress uniform - black jacket, black trousers with a double red stripe down the side of the legs and a white belt around the waist. Why do all men look so good in uniform? It's unfair. She again thought about the colours. Marg and Robb had wanted the colours of their houses to be combined to display a unification of their families, so all Starks and Tyrells would somehow incorporate the colours green, gold, grey or white into their outfits. Robb, Jon, Bran, Grey, Ned and Arya, and little Aegon would of course be wearing the traditional morning suit with black morning coat, waistcoat, formal trousers, white shirt, and a cravat. They'd decided that they'd all be wearing grey waistcoats and the cravat would be matched with the colour of roses embroidered on the bridesmaids dresses. So Grey's cravat was red, Bran's was green as he was meant to go alongside Sansa until he was given the honour of escorting the Queen of Thorns inside the Sept. 'The youngest Stark and I move at the same speed', as the President had said. Afterwards Arya was matched with Sansa, but refused to change her gold coloured cravat. Typical Arya! Everyone's little wild stubborn wolf. Jon and Aegon's were blue. He looks adorable in that little suit though - and so excited he has a matching outfit with Jon!

Margaery's dress was a white full-length gown with a chapel train. While the skirt was an opaque lace, the sleeveless top was a light layer of fabric that was completely see-through - with a nude layer below the lace to make it respectable for the occasion. Throughout the dress and top red, blue, green and gold roses were embroidered. The bridesmaids dresses were in similar style but in a very light grey and one colour roses per bridesmaid - Sansa had green, Missandei had red, and she had blue. When she'd originally questioned Margaery for suddenly adding blue and red she just received the reply that, 'blue is for the winter rose of the North, and everyone knows what red roses are the symbol of'. If it's true that the President herself is wearing a gold coloured jacket and blue dress I guess the colour checks out. Little Rhaenys' dress was a red skirt, black top and black band around her waist with a big red rose on it. So proud she gets to wear her own house colours. If only she knew it's because her mom tried to avoid her having to change outfit before the reception like Aegon needs to.

It was time. Aegon, carrying the cloak Robb would wrap Marg in, went first, then Rhaenys, Sansa & Arya, Missandei & Grey, then her and finally Margaery and Loras. Letting Aegon and Rhaenys enter first was a breach of tradition and protocol, but both Marg and Robb had been adamant that they wanted the little ones in the front. Wanted to give them their bit of the limelight. Wait! Is Robb wearing a green morning coat? Matching his bride beautifully, but another breach of protocol. Looking very aristocratic, Dr. Stark! She couldn't help laugh a bit to herself. Those two have apparently decided to make a tradition of breaking tradition! Aegon had made it all the way up the aisle and was handing the cloak over to—

—OOOH! GODS! Oh Gods! Oh Gods! Jon is wearing a uniform?! How is that even possible?! He lost it. Didn't he lose it? He did! Everything was lost in the fire as the car burned out. Then how? Her head was swimming with questions. She almost forgot to breathe. She felt her legs moving but wasn't sure how she was still walking - or even standing upright. Dressed like that he's the most sexy-looking man I've ever laid eyes on! Somehow she'd made it all the way up the aisle. Standing by Margaery's side she couldn't take her eyes of Jon. She'd never seen a Night's Watch officer's dress uniform before. Light blue trousers with a red stripe down the side of the legs. Deep blue, almost black, jacket and matching belt. Oh, my dress matches his trousers! Marg, you sneaky woman, you! Oh, is that a sword by his side? And his medals, oh gods! Some on his right chest and one particularly prestigious one, the Medal of Valour, was around his neck, meticulously placed so it sat just at the collar of the jacket. Oh Gods, that entire outfit is full-on panty-dropping material right there. Dany! Get a grip, woman! Remember where you are, for fuck's sake!

She hadn't noticed, but apparently the ceremony was over and Jon walked over to escort her down the aisle and out of the sept. Did I stand here and ogle him the whole time?!? In full view of EVERYONE?? Oh Gods!!

As they walked down the aisle right behind the newly-weds, Jon leaned in slightly and whispered, "you look absolutely stunning, Dany. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, and I can't seem to take my eyes of you. Beginning to think you must've cast a spell on me, Dr. Targaryen."

Gods, the way he looks at me! And that voice! So deep and husky and...ugh, I just want to peal that uniform off and climb him like a tree. Gods I can't take it. It's too much. He's too sweet, too gorgeous, too good, too much right now.

They were outside now where the crowd was cheering for the newly-weds. She turned to Jon and said, "thank you, Captain. You look very handsome yourself. Don't even know how I made it up there I couldn't stop looking at you, so maybe you're the one who cast a spell on me, Lord Dayne." She gave him a shy smile and looked to the ground quickly. She felt him give her hand a gentle squeeze before turning his face to the crowd, flashed them a big smile and waved. Wow, mom and Tyrion have taught him well...

Robb turned slightly and waved them down to join him and Marg on one of the lower steps. The crowd responded with more loud cheering. Apparently very big fans of both the eldest Stark sons. But this one's mine! She caught Marg's eye and they both leaned up and gave each their man a kiss on the cheek. And I just made my public announcement. She couldn't help grinning at the crowd's euphoric reaction to the two pairs. Jon placed a hand on her lower back, kissed her temple and waved at the crowd again. And I'm his!

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Another way the newly-weds had decided to break tradition was by not having a big wedding feast. Instead they wanted to share the celebrations with the public so a few days up to the wedding there had been various events throughout Westeros. Concerts, funfairs, open-air theatre plays etc. all for free, and would continue for a few more days. On their wedding day itself there would be free, public feasts in as many cities, towns and villages as they'd been able to coordinate with the local Lords and Mayors. For their wedding gifts they'd requested donations to charities for the sick, old, poor, refugees, orphans, and animals. They didn't want anything for themselves. Already charity organisations were reporting a spike in donations. They couldn't quite avoid a reception though for the most important on the 'who's who'-list in Westeros. So a gathering of approx a hundred had been invited to a light meal at the hospital - the usual floor used for any kind of festivities.

At the reception the newly-weds, bridesmaids and groomsmen had all changed to different dresses and suits. She had chosen a knee-length, shoulder-less dress of purple lace matching the colour of her eyes. From the way the other girls had looked at her when they saw her she knew Jon would not be unaffected. Just as I planned. The problem was that when she saw him she was equally affected. He had changed to black dress trousers, white shirt, purple bowtie, purple velvet waistcoat and purple velvet jacket. What in the hells? Are we unconsciously colour coordinating? Look at him! So confident, so handsome in that casual laidback Jon-way!

As he was walking up to her, smiling that special smile she had learned was just for her, his eye caught something behind her and his steps halted for a second. He tensed up but tried to hide it. What do you see, my love? Everyone else had already been seated. Only ones missing were her and Jon, and Marg and Robb. She turned her head but didn't see anyone or anything out of the ordinary.

"What's she doing here?" He growled in her ear. Haven't heard that tone since the day Ned told him the truth.

"Who, my love?"

"The woman in red." Still growling. Wolf mode is in progress.

"That's Ambassador Melisandre."

He glared at the red woman. "Ambassador?"

"For the Free Cities."

He snorted. "Of course she is." He lowered his head, squeezed his eyes shut, jaws and fists clenched hard before he took a slow deep breath.

"..Jon...it's ok if you're not ready. I'll just tell them you're—"

"—no!" Another breathe to try to steel himself. "Let's just do this. I'll be ok." You hope!

"Jon, don't do this to yourself, please. It's alright. I promise." She held his face in her hands, gently, but forcing him to look at her.

He sighed. "I know, I just..," he sighed again. I can't bare to see all that pain back in our eyes. "I can't go through life doing only what feels easy, can I? I'm going to meet people from my past that...." He ran a hand down over his face. "I have to do this, Dany." No you don't but you're not willing to listen right now.

She nodded, gave him a slow deep kiss trying to convey her support and love for him.

They sat at a round table. She was sat between Loras and Jon who sat between her and her mom. Good strategic decision, Marg. Next to Loras, President Olenna was seated, then Robb, Marg, Ned, Cat, Tyrion, Ambassador Melisandre, DA Oberyn Martell, her mom, and then Jon. Dinner was going well despite Jon being tense and quiet, only giving short curt answers. She had noticed the worried looks from the Starks - and her mom. She'd done her best to downplay it all with a few looks of her own and a light shaking of her head. Difficult to point at someone without anyone noticing while sitting at a round table.

Everything was fine until President Olenna mentioned that the Gold Cloaks had found and brought in a Greyjoy to the hospital, currently still in the ICU.

"Theon?" Jon's head snapped up. Who's he to you, darling? You look hurt and yet there's a sliver of hope in your voice.

"We believe so but Commander Selmy's team haven't been able to reach any relatives yet."

"No don't! Please don't do that!"

"Would you not want him to be reunited with his family like you have been with yours, Lord Dayne? Thought you were raised a good God-fearing man like your father, Lord Stark over here?" Oh for fuck's sake woman why couldn't you keep devious mouth shut?!

Jon's head turned towards the Ambassador so fast she feared it might've snapped off his neck.

"Let's get one thing clear, Ambassador, I tolerate your presence and only sit at the same table as you out of courtesy. Maybe others here don't know or don't care, but I know what you really are. I remember what you did!" The last line was said with a growl. She couldn't see his entire face clearly but she was sure his wolf fangs were showing. Everyone at the table was silent. Luckily there was chatter in the background from the other tables. Thanks the Gods he's managing to control himself. Somewhat at least.

He took a deep breath before continuing through clenched teeth. "Secondly, God-fearing? God-FEARING? Hmm? Is that what they want? The Gods? For me, for us to fear them?" He snorted and shook his head in disbelief. "The Lord of Light wants his enemies burned, the Drowned God wants them drowned, the Black Goat requires a daily blood sacrifice and the Many-Faced God is basically Death himself. Tell me priestess, why are all Gods such vicious cunts?! Where's the God of Tits & Wine?"

"To the God of Tits & Wine!!!" Tyrion and Oberyn cheered in unison then shared a look of surprise? Gratitude? Those two are a perfect match for each other! Thank you for trying to break the tension gentlemen, but afraid you're much too late.

Ned sent her an anxious look. He knew how badly this could go if they didn't manage to stop Jon - or if he didn't manage to reign himself in. I know, Ned, I know! I'm worried too. She didn't know what to do though. Not here. Not in this setting.

"Thirdly," Jon continued, calmly but clearly restraining himself, and with a deep growl said, "don't you ever dare try to slander my father's good name again!" He glared at her. If eyes could kill she'd be dead a thousand times over by now.

He turned back around to face President Tyrell. After another deep breathe he managed a warm and calm tone of voice when he said, "it is no secret that there is no love lost between the Greyjoys and myself. However, no human deserves to be subjected to the kind of humiliation that Theon was - that too by his own family. So please, Madam President, I beg of you do not try to contact any relatives he may have until he's awake and able to tell you himself. He deserves at least that." You have such a big and kind heart, Jon. Every time I learn something new about you I love you more.

As always the Queen of Thorns was wearing her pokerface. She had not reacted to his outburst at Ambassador Melisandre, an official representative for a very important ally for Westeros -  and if offended could have severe political, economical and social consequences. Listening to Jon's plea on behalf of Theon Greyjoy the old woman simply nodded.

"Thank you." Jon turned his head slightly to look at his father. "When his doctor allows it, I'd like to come by and see him if that's ok with you, Lord Stark?" Furious, yet still remembering your manners. Well done, my love.

"Oh course, Lord Dayne. I'll let you know." Gods, I hate this formality!

Turning back to the President, Jon said, "with your leave Madam President I'd like to go catch some fresh air."

"Yes, I thought you might." Is that a smirk? She finds this amusing? "Granted, Lord Dayne."

He stood up and nodded around the table. "Madam President, Lords, Ladies, Ambassador," and then he left. Didn't dare to look at me before leaving....you promised you wouldn't hide from me, Jon...

Everyone was silent for a few seconds before Loras stood up. "I'll go check on him." He too nodded to everyone, and then just before leaving he leaned towards her and whispered, "if I'm not back in 5 mins come find us."

She just nodded. Jon where did you disappear to? Before she could think any further her thoughts were interrupted by President Olenna's loud laugh.

"Ha! Lord Stark you've neglected to tell me your eldest son has such a ferocious bite to him! I love the boy already! That was immensely entertaining!"

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Jaime II

The boy looked suspiciously at the coin, and then at Jaime's manacles. "Why's this one in irons?""Killed some crossbowmen," said Jaime. "Do you have ale?""Yes." The boy lowered the crossbow an inch. "

With how long its been since I read the books, I’ve forgotten that book Jaime is actually pretty funny and snarky. Even though before losing his hand, its in a very Rich Arrogant Douche kind of way.

The hearth was cold, but Jaime picked the chair nearest the ashes and stretched out his long legs under the table. The clink of his chains accompanied his every movement. An irritating sound. Before this is done, I'll wrap these chains around the wench's throat, see how she likes them then.

oh man, this just stood out to me with how one of the biggest scenes of ASOS is Tyrion’s strangulation of Shae with the Hand’s chain near the end. The Lannister brothers sure are similar in this way aren’t they? Especially since Jaime is very likely the valonqar....

Their host snorted. "Then you're three fools. Last I heard, King Stannis was outside the city walls. They say he has a hundred thousand men and a magic sword."Jaime's hands wrapped around the chain that bound his wrists, and he twisted it taut, wishing for the strength to snap it in two. Then I'd show Stannis whereto sheathe his magic sword.

All of Jaime’s thoughts that show his confidence and impulse in need to solve any problem with a sword really highlight why it was important for him to lose his sword hand for his arc to develop in an interesting way.

This thought in particular here actually reminds me of all the shit that Joffrey was saying during Blackwater. Except obviously in Jaime’s case,his confidence and arrogance is earned and unlike Joffrey he wouldn’t have been a coward during Blackwater. But still I think its kind of interesting that in some ways Joffrey emulates his actual father’s thoughts without even realizing it. 

You would not like the truth. He had joined the Kingsguard for love, of course.

I just love the contradiction here. The fact that Jaime joins this order in which’s most important vow is celibacy so he could be close to her sisterlover. I remember its at this point that I started to think that in some ways Jaime is this stereotypical fantasy “romantic knight” but obviously its still twisted because his lover is his own twin sister and the fact that he impregnates her 3 times later on while she’s married to king makes the foundation of a huge Civil War in Westeros. 

Their father had summoned Cersei to court when she was twelve, hoping to make her a royal marriage. He refused every offer for her hand, preferring to keep her with him in the Tower of the Hand while she grew older and more womanly and ever more beautiful. No doubt he was waiting for Prince Viserys to mature, or perhaps for Rhaegar's wife to die in childbed. Elia of Dorne was never the healthiest of women.Jaime, meantime, had spent four years as squire to Ser Sumner Crake-hall and earned his spurs against the Kingswood Brotherhood. 

The contrast here between the teenage Jaime and Cersei makes me feel very sad for Cersei. Cersei had always been so hungry for attention and affection from Tywin and the time that Tywin did pay attention to her..... he kept her cooped inside the Tower of the Hand with him just so he could marry her off to the man that he thought would make the best political alliance for House Lannister. 

Even Jaime realizes on how important it was for a political marriage that as Cersei was going through puberty, she was only becoming more beautiful. I think that explains a lot on why Cersei feels that she needs to use her beauty and sexuality to persuade men in the way she does. 

But yeah we know that Jaime really enjoyed swords and he got to have and enjoy what he loved growing up, while Tywin kept Cersei close to her so he could use her as a pawn :(

"Is it a rock you want? Or me?"He remembered that night as if it were yesterday. They spent it in an old inn on Eel Alley, well away from watchful eyes. Cersei had come to him dressed as a simple serving wench, which somehow excited him all the more. Jaime had never seen her more passionate. Every time he went to sleep, she woke him again. By morning Casterly Rock seemed a small price to pay to be near her always. He gave his consent, and Cersei promised to do the rest.

Jaime and Cersei act like such typical horny teenagers here. But Cersei is definitely the more rebellious one here. It’s interesting that being in a closer proximity to Tywin during these years makes her more rebellious towards him than obedient. 

There’s a lot of discussion in regards to this on how Cersei ‘forced” Jaime to join the KG. But honestly I don’t think one night of great sex can just cast a magical spell on someone to “force” to make such a life change decision.

I think the point here is that both Jaime and Cersei were seriously codependent and made these choices that ultimately weren’t great to stay close to each other. Cersei was the initiator and more rebellious one, but Jaime himself has like no ambition himself and I don’t think he ever truly wanted Casterly Rock or to be Tywin’s heir.

"Lies. Lady Catelyn was there when His Grace was murdered, she saw. There was a shadow. The candles guttered and the air grew cold, and there was blood—""Oh, very good." Jaime laughed. "Your wits are quicker than mine, I confess it. When they found me standing over my dead king, I never thought to say, 'No, no, it wasn't me, it was a shadow, a terrible cold shadow.'" He laughed again. "Tell me true, one kingslayer to another—did the Starks pay you to slit his throat, or was it Stannis? Had Renly spurned you, was that the way of it? Or perhaps your moon's blood was on you. Never give a wench a sword when she's bleeding."

The way that Jaime mocks Brienne here in regards to Renly’s murder is pretty fucked up. Especially the moon’s blood line holy shit. That’s such a gross thing to say lmao.

"Shall I proclaim a new king as well?" Crakehall asked, and Jaime read the question plain: Shall it be your father, or Robert Baratheon, or do you mean to try to make a new dragonking? He thought for a moment of the boy Viserys, fled to Dragonstone, and of Rhaegar's infant son Aegon, still in Maegor's with his mother. A new Targaryen king, and my father as Hand. How the wolves will howl, and the storm lord choke with rage. For a moment he was tempted, until he glanced down again at the body on the floor, in its spreading pool of blood. His blood is in both of them, he thought. "Proclaim who you bloody well like," he told Crakehall. Then he climbed the Iron Throne and seated himself with his sword across his knees, to see who would come to claim the kingdom. 

Jaime’s line of thinking here is really fucking compelling to me here. Especially as I now think that this story will definitely end in some kind of Targaryen Restoration at the end. 

I’m not really a fan of the “kingmaker” theories in regards to Jaime “kingmaking” Jon as it doesn’t really feel right to me that Jaime’s arc concludes in a way that he realizes that Jon/Dany are the Targaryens that are different from the Mad King. That they’re the Targaryens that can once again bring glory back to House Targaryen. BUT I do think that these lines her are DEFINITELY foreshadowing a Targaryen Restoration at the end. And I kind of feel like Jaime will have to die for it to happen because Cersei obviously would never be here for it (Dany is the YMBQ).............