#emma d'arcy x reader

[goldensunflowe-r]

Rhaenyra spitting fire, angry that someone claimed Seasmoke: WHAT DO YOU WANT?!

Adam freaked out and confused: All I wanted was to go fishing.

[cwritesforfun]

Hi!!

So, I'm so desperate for a Emma D'arcy x Fem Reader fic!!

Pleeeasee

Ok here you go: hope you enjoy!!!

Emma D'Arcy x Fem!Reader: Co-Workers or Something More? (Request)

Y/N = Your Name using She/Her/Hers pronouns Emma's pronouns are They/Them ** I do not own any House of Dragon plot points briefly mentioned

Y/N's POV

Getting the role of Alicent on House of Dragon was nerve-wracking. You were a huge fan of Game of Thrones and even read all the released books. You've been working for years towards getting a role in any TV show or movie. You have been in some indie films and when you got the call to be Alicent, you thought you were dreaming. It was amazing. It was probably one of your favorite days to ever exist.

At the table read for the first season, you were pouring a cup of coffee for yourself when you heard, "So you're playing Alicent?" You turn and see someone beautiful staring at you. You felt lost in their soft blue eyes for years if you could. You instead say, "Yes I am, my name is Y/N. Nice to meet you, what's your name?" The person standing opposite you says, "It's lovely to meet you, Y/N. Y/N is such a beautiful name. I'm Emma D'Arcy and I'm playing Rhaenyra." You reply, "Emma is a beautiful name for a beautiful person. Rhaenyra is a Targaryen, so I am jealous." Emma lets out a laugh and says, "I'm flattered. Say, do you want to grab a bite to eat after this?" You nod and answer, "Sounds great." You both take your seats next to each other, and the table read begins. It lasts several hours.

Afterward, you and Emma make your way out to a restaurant that claims to have great cocktails. You arrive, get seated in a booth, and both order drinks. Emma orders a Negroni Sbagliato with prosecco in it and you order a Gin Martini with a twist. (If you know, you know.)

The night carries on with you two discussing your career, your lack of a love life, and dragons. It's a great night with even better company.

The next 10 months as you film season 1, you become close with the cast, especially Emma. You both hang out outside of filming time and you really like Emma. You find yourself dreaming of Emma some nights and you can barely meet their eyes. It's so embarrassing to have a crush, especially on a coworker. Emma also flirts when they get drunk and it's always directed to you. You don't know if they're just drunk or actually like you.

Season One finishes filming and the whole cast is at an open bar. You're sitting sipping your second gin martini and you are starting to feel tipsy. You hear, "Is this seat taken?" You see Emma standing there in all their glory and you shake your head. Emma sits next to you, leans back, and puts an arm around the back of your seat. Should you lean back... or what...? You lean back and Emma's hand finds your shoulder. Emma exclaims, "I was wondering if you were going to move closer." You reply, "Sorry, what was that? I keep getting lost in your eyes, what too cheesy?" Emma laughs and asks, "Is that why you've been avoiding me on set?" You shrug and answer, "Yes, you exist in my daily life and in my dreams. It's hard to look at you after I dream about you." Emma raises an eyebrow, places their other hand on your thigh, smirks, and asks, "And what are we doing in those dreams, may I ask?" You place one of your hands on Emma's hand on your thigh and answer, "Oh you know hot stuff." Emma smiles and asks, "Wanna get out of here?" You nod.

You both leave the party together and head to Emma's place.

When you get there, Emma complains about being hungry so you agree to cook with them. You both cook pasta, listen to music, and dance together. You both eat dinner so fast while laughing whenever you make eye contact.

You both walk to the couch and Emma asks, "Just a question, but when you said hot stuff in your dream with me, does that mean you have a crush on me?" You answer, "It's so embarrassing being a 30-year-old with a crush, but yes I do like you like that." Emma says, "I think the only embarrassing thing would be if I didn't feel the same way... I like you too. I really like you. I want to kiss you, but I know we're both really tipsy." You reply, "We can still kiss tipsy. I give my consent." Emma smirks and replies, "I think if we kiss, I won't be able to stop." You smirk and ask, "OK then what should we do?" Emma answers, "We could just watch a show or sleep."

You both watch a part of a movie until you both start falling asleep and waking each other up. You go to the bedroom to sleep and you wear one of Emma's shirts to bed. Emma is the big spoon and cuddles you as you drift off to sleep.

You wake up cozy and with a raging headache. You groan and twist a little. You hear Emma groan next to you and they say, "Morning. Is it just me or did those drinks really break your head?" You say, "I'm in pain. Yeah... but I liked waking up next to you." Emma replies, "I liked waking up to you too. You're a good cuddle buddy."

You both get up, you borrow clothes from Emma, and you go out to eat breakfast. You eat breakfast sandwiches and start to feel like a human. You go back to Emma's place, get back into pajamas, and turn on the TV to watch something.

Emma exclaims, "Let's kiss." You smile and say, "OK." Emma cups your face gently and you kiss. It's even better than in your dreams when you kiss them.

Part Two

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Omg, we need a emma d'arcy x fem reader! Pleaseee!!!

Let me help you here

Emma D'arcy x fem!reader

warning : fluff, flirting, comfort, nicknames, no use of Y/n, i really hope emma is not too ooc, i hope all pronouns are right

Summary : The latest season of House of the Dragon is about to start and final filming is underway. Emma as the Queen Rhaenyra finds themself in a quiet scene with a fellow actor and the two need some help from each other getting dressed…professionally of course.

info : normally i don't write for actors but i feel comfortable with it so i hope you like it anon and emma looks like the queen herself too. have fun reading ;)

ps : I love the gif not only a queen but Ewan in the background so sweet

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The acting group needed for the scene had already gathered at the slightly unfinished set. The lights over there were sometimes bright, sometimes dark, with a wide variety of flares and lanterns, some lit with real flames, of course, and some with no real light.

The sets, as you all knew, served mainly as backgrounds for the actors and for the special effects specialists as the big screen which, in addition to the scenery and the actors and props, brought them all to life, giving them that fantasy look.

The large set the hall of Dragonstone went almost to the ceiling thick walls some with steel thickness some finely crafted with foam served as a set. It was really impressive to see how they did it all thought the young actress and let her gaze wander only briefly knowing that the camera was still on her co-worker Matt who was discussing the war plans as Daemon as he had learned.

Especially in the final edit when they had all watched the greasy series together, it was really nice to be back. The camera on the table moved around it again from Matt to her as Daemon looked at the Nachirhct's delivery. ,,Be assured the sea route is supported by Lord Manderly. This also goes out to your ships Lord Corlys your safety is our concern" she said her sentence as scripted letting her eyes wander over the sea route and nodded to Matt and Steve in their roles as Daemond and Corlys who also gave her a nod and thanks before the camera panned back.

It was a few lines she had played a newsbringer a high lady from the lake house as she had done a little research on the internet and even read a little blood and fire. A really good book.

But then she knew her cue when it became quiet at the table and the guards could be heard announcing in loud voices on the set that a queen was arriving. Instead of the short hair, Emma's head was adorned with a long, light-colored wig, which made their face slightly pale, but the expression Simply incredible she thought and looked at the older one who Matt then placed next to her around the table.

There was silence as everyone looked at the Queen, who looked at the card with a broken look of hatred and after another shaky breath gave a determined ,,I will…Aemond Targaryen" everyone lingered like that for a moment before there was a loud ,,Cut!" and a clap was heard and everyone fell out of their roles. Immediately there was talk and laughter, and everyone was curious to see what the scene would look like, ,,What a cute curtsy my lady," she heard Emma say as they came over to her and mimicked the movement, making them both smile.

,,So much training," the younger one mumbled, pretending to strain before D'arcy took the younger one's arm and pulled her along, ,,Nice to see you having fun and everyone going so well," the taller one began, giving her an assuring look.

It was only a small role and she had been in a few smaller TV series here and there, but it was still something completely different, it was really exciting to be around movie legends and such good actors.

A possibility she really appreciated…and maybe she appreciated Emma even more. The English actor was really impressive, even though they only played a few roles, but the expression, the voice and just everything about D'arcy was engaging and so captivating.

,,Everyone take a break, later we might do a post-production but until then you can get out of your costumes!" they heard the head of the costume department say and most of the actors went straight to the dressing rooms and Emma to the caravans.

This time, however, the younger one, who was only a supporting role, was about to say goodbye when the older one took her hand again and pulled her along. ,,I promised you I'd have a Negroni Sbagliato with you, come on, sweetie," they said and before she knew it they were actually in the actor's cozy caravan. Yes, they had made that promise after they realized on the first day they had met that they had not only gone back to the same acting school but had also run into each other more often than they wanted to.

From auditions, to plays and in real life it was almost romance ripe. ,,So with Orange without?" they asked, still standing at the small bar in their full outfits, which made the younger ones smile, ,,As the Queen takes him, so do I," she demanded with a look that went over the actor's body. The dress and the coat and the hair it was so impressive to see how versatile Emma could be.

But she had noticed the younger girl's stare, not just the little smirk on her lips, but when she turned to her and put the drink in her hand, their fingers deliberately touched and Emma let them touch. There seemed to be something between the two of them.

She had often invited Emma to her small but pleasant apartment and they had spent the evenings doing all sorts of things. In return, Emma sometimes invited her to extraordinary restaurants or something, it was like a friendship, even if some of the looks went deeper.

The two of them talked for a while about the costumes and the stunts with the "dragons", how exhausting and yet beautiful it was. She had watched D'acry do some of the flying toes and it looked incredible. ,,I'm glad to see you're enjoying it so much…you see I knew it would do you good not to give up now that we're here together," Emma winked and stood up after taking a sip of the alcoholic beverage before turning around and standing with their back to the younger one.

,,I can get the wig off by myself, but would you mind taking off the dress?" the actor asked and the younger girl jumped at the sight of a slightly rapid heartbeat, slightly sweaty palms and suddenly the alcohol was pounding much harder than usual. ,,Gladly for you-I mean, of course I'll help," she mumbled, stammering, and slowly began to help the taller girl out of her jacket, the smell of Chinoto Dark's citrusy, smoky scent enveloping her now that it had settled on her skin.

She liked the scent strong and yet slightly sweet because of the hint of lemon it was really something nice. ,,All good sweetie?" came the voice of the older one who turned slightly and looked at the younger one who was still holding the jacket in her hand ,,Yes-yes all good" she shrugged and felt the warmth on her cheeks.

Pull yourself together, you're not a schoolgirl anymore, she admonished herself and put the coat away before tying the dress, but she heard the slight smirk and Emma's words, ,,Don't be nervous, you're just undressing the queen," Emma joked, giving her a wink. A wink that only made the younger girl's heart beat faster.

Maybe it was Emma's intention, maybe it was the actor's style, or maybe it was just for fun. Who knew, but as her fingers tightened on the laces, the taller actress held still and let her friend do her thing, stepping out of the dress before reaching for a robe.

The back was nicely defined by the light muscles, not just for acting, the underwear a quick glance and her cheeks almost got hotter. ,,You were a grateful help, sweetie," Emma said, standing in front of the younger girl, they towered over her with their height in addition to the boots.

Her wispy dark blonde hair was slightly tousled and she had to resist tousling it and greenish eyes were looking at her. But then suddenly D'acry reached for her hand and brought it to her lips, placed a grateful kiss on it and seemed about to continue. The moment deepened and the younger girl clung to the fabric of the robe, fearful of falling over in devotion, when a ringing from her cell phone threw her off balance.

,,Fuck," she muttered with a determined look and Emma just smiled again. She picked it up, ,,I'm um what-yes of course-yes I'm on my way," she mumbled as the voice of the debriefing leader at the other end called for her to go over the script again when a few changes were made.

Sighing, she gathered her things and had forgotten all about the actor when Emma held her lightly again, ,,I'll wait here honey," Emma winked and gave one last kiss on the hand before she let the younger actor out of the caravan with an embarrassed look, knowing that something was finally going to happen, just a dance of the actors.

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[delfiore]

you drew stars around my scars, but now i’m bleeding [part i]

pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x hightower!fem!reader

synopsis: the reality of life at court for nobles tears two best friends, sometimes more, apart.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: basically the dance of the dragons through otto hightower’s second daughter’s eyes. i’m trying to build a character around this y/n so this might involve some relationship building with alicent and otto. some time jumps might be different as well.

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You were one-and-ten when you swore your loyalty to Rhaenyra Targaryen.

The Godswood, red leaves all around and above you, was your favorite spot to spend time with her and your sister.

You and Rhaenyra liked to play tickle, and you always found yourself yielding to her.

Rhaenyra was a year older, small for her age but possessed great strength for her frame.

“Yield! I yield!” You shouted out, your laughter dying down, as you attempted to catch your breath.

“You can’t out-tickle me,” Rhaenyra said proudly, arching her eyebrows. She had made no effort to move from you.

“I said I yield, didn’t I?” You smiled.

You knew how to wield a sword, a small sword albeit, but a sword. Your father has seen you drag around a sword a knight had lain next to him while he ate supper one day. Your tiny, seven-year-old body was barely big enough compared to the weapon, yet you held it up and pointed it at the knight, whose heart was about to leap out of his chest at the likelihood of the small lady injuring herself with his belonging. You started training with Ser Harrold Westerling ever since. Your strength was superior compared to the princess’, yet you would yield over and over if it meant seeing that bright smile upon her face.

“And frankly, your father would have my head if I hurt you,” you said simply and shrugged.

“You can’t hurt me, Y/N, not in a million years.”

“You’re right, and I would hurt anyone who dares try to hurt you, badly.” You said. “I’d tackle them to the ground and stab them with my sword. No merciful death for anyone who dares to harm the princess.”

“Oh, my knight in shining armor! How chivalrous of you,” Rhaenyra announced dramatically. “Perhaps you should be my sworn protector.”

“If I could, I would,” you said, looking at your sword, which was rested against the tree, “I’d guard you with my life. You’re my best friend.”

“And you mine. You and Alicent both. I can’t imagine a life without you two. It’d be so dull, so depressing.”

“Then perhaps you shall keep us with you forever, future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,” you then got on one knee much to Rhaenyra’s bemusement, “I, Y/N of House Hightower, do hereby swear fealty to you. I pledge my sword and my life to defend yours, from this day until my last day.”

“Rise, Lady Y/N Hightower, as my sworn shield,” Rhaenyra held her chin high in attempt to stay earnest, but soon broke out into giggles with you.

Under the Gods’ eye, you had made a promise, as young and callow as you were. It had been forged into place. Your heart as well as your sword was hers.

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You were two-and-ten when you realized that you had feelings for Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Tears had clouded your weary eyes as you sat, curled up on a bench in the gardens. Your little heart was beating fast after the outburst you’ve just had, yanking out flowers and leaves from plants nearby and tearing them apart. Adults walked past, but they didn’t dare to say anything because, though you were only a child, you were higher in station than most of them.

“Y/N? Oh, Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You felt arms wrapped around you, instantly put you at ease. You were still seething with anger, but you weren’t overcome with these emotions anymore. You felt like you could kept them at bay, at her sweet voice and her warm embrace.

“Alicent,” you said, hiccuping, “we fought, and she said that I was the spare daughter, that Father would do just fine without me.”

“Oh, Y/N. That’s not true, look at me.” You obeyed your princess. There isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for her. “Alicent was wrong to say that. You know who wouldn’t be fine without you? Me, Y/N. You’ve made this place so much better, with your witty charms, and your good manners—to the point that it drives me crazy how good you are. I need you, Y/N. I’ll always need you.”

“Really?” You said.

Rhaenyra smiled, reaching up to wipe away your tears. “Really.”

This time, it was you that hugged her, but it felt more like a cling of desperation. The Princess was your only friend, even your sister would be envious, you were sure of it. Your heartbeat was fast, but it was warm with love. You were warm with love.

You never expected anything to come to your name, as the youngest child of the Hand. Certainly no lands and titles—for you were no man—no riches and gold either, not of your own anyway. Instead, you spent your days training with your sword, and sharpening your mind with books. You were committed to becoming the most capable person your circumstances allowed you.

But there was a lot that you didn’t know about life at court. How could you? You were only a child.

You had been training with a dummy in the courtyard with Westerling, when you noticed the old knight straightening up, his armor plates rubbing against each other in metallic dissonance.

“My Prince,” he said, bowing his head.

You looked up in awe. He stood there in all his Targaryen glory, with his long white hair, tall frame, arms folded behind his back regally, and a princely smirk. You’ve heard tales about him, how he had slain half of King’s Landing for various petty crimes. You’ve heard Rhaenyra talk about him too, yet none of it prepared you for the nervousness of meeting your hero.

“Training hard, I see, Lady Y/N.”

Your mouth hung open, as you thought of what to say. But Ser Harrold had nudged you with a stern look before you could think.

“Y-Yes, my Prince.”

“Spar with me,” Prince Daemon extended his hand to the weapon master for a wooden sword.

“My Prince, she’s not ready—“ Ser Harrold attempted to intervene. Little twelve-year-old you was still in awe at the white-haired man.

“Come, now. Let’s see what you’re made of, Hightower.”

The Prince circled you, a blunt, wooden sword swirling in hand, but he looked like an apex predator nonetheless, ready to swallow you whole.

You couldn’t back down, though, and embarrass your House. You were Y/N Hightower of Oldtown, daughter of Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King.

The movement came to you like muscle memory, everything Harrold taught you suddenly moving you as Daemon delivered blow after blow. You knew he was holding back, but you didn’t want him to. You were strong enough to take on the Prince.

You had had him right there, with a feigned lunge forward to make him dodge and then you would knock the sword out of his hand. But Daemon was quicker, and switched his weapon to his free hand to push you to the ground. When you looked up, Daemon Targaryen would have buried his sword in your throat in a real fight.

“Good movement.” He extended a hand and pulled you up with ease. “Does that hurt?”

He pointed at your reddened palm that has since scraped up with blood. “No, my Prince. A scratch.” You said, puffing your chest, and hiding your wounded hand behind your back.

The Prince nodded. “We’ll make a warrior out of you yet,” He handed you his sword, then he was gone.

When you returned to your father’s living quarters to read, he had been there to wait for you, unlike most days. You were too giddy to pick up on his disdainful frown.

“Father!” You called happily, running towards him to bring him into a hug. “I fought Prince Daemon! I fought him in hand-to-hand combat in the courtyard!”

Your father only pulled you from himself, and examined the scratch on your hand. “Did he do this to you?”

“Yes, but Father, it’s alright—“

“You are no longer to speak to that man, ever, do you understand? He is no good person, and he will hurt you again.” The Hand said firmly. “You are my daughter. You are Y/N Hightower, and you ought to remember that. Daemon Targaryen is not our friend.”

You looked down at your feet, you didn’t know why Father was making such a big deal of it. Injuries were bound to happen in combat, and Daemon is not a bad person.

“Do you understand, Y/N?”

“Yes, Father,” you said meekly, steadying your voice so as not to show him that you were crying.

You didn’t tell Rhaenyra of the incident the next time you saw her coming back from flying with Syrax, and you never did. You just stopped idolizing the Rogue Prince from then on.

“You reek of dragon,” you teased, scrunching your nose, as she walked towards you.

“Careful,” she removed her gloves, “Syrax doesn’t like people talking about how she smells.”

“To the Godwood?”

“Always.”

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You were three-and-ten when Rhaenyra Targaryen was named heir to the Iron Throne.

Seeing her there at the foot of the throne in all her glory, as all the lords of the Seven Kingdoms swore to defend her succession, you couldn’t be prouder. No matter what happens, you knew you’d always be by her side to council her, comfort her, be her shoulder to lean on when ruling the realm gets difficult. You had sworn an oath that you meant to upheld.

Rhaenyra looked nervous though, terrified even. You could only stand aside and shoot her an encouraging smile, to which the corner of her mouth pulled up slightly.

As soon as she was released from her duties, she stuck with you and Alicent all night. Even while the handmaidens were undressing her, removing her hair updo and helping her into her nightgown, she insisted you stay with her.

It was only when the handmaidens had left, and Alicent was called to your father’s chambers, had Rhaenyra hesitantly asked you to stay the night.

“Rhaenyra,” you said, “it is the biggest day of your life, but why do you seem so sad?”

“Do you think I’ll be a good queen?”

“Of course,” you said matter-of-factly, “you were born for this. You’re the blood of the dragon.”

“No,” Rhaenyra shook her head. “Do you think I’ll be a good queen? Me. Not a Targaryen, not my father’s daughter, just me.”

Her questioned surprised you. You would never think someone as self-assured as her would question her own inheritance.

“Rhaenyra, I know you’ll be a good queen,” you said, placing your hand over hers. “You’re what the realm needs, a resolute mind and a gentle heart. Come your time to rule, they will see that you are as fit to lead as any man.”

For the first time that night, she smiled, albeit tearfully. “I can’t do this alone, Y/N. I’ll always need you by my side.”

You nodded, squeezing her hand before bringing it up to kiss it. “Always. However long you need me with you, I will be.”

The night had come in the Red Keep, the darkness giving the princess an usual courage. She dropped your hand, and leaned over, pressing her palms on the bed. You let it happen, you didn’t breathe because you had wanted this for so long. It was merely a second or two, then she pulled back.

You kissed her again, naively, your lips puckered to touch hers, and you can’t remember a life before it since.

The morning light peaked through the windows when you opened your eyes. You smiled, and let out a sigh of contentment, careful not to wake the Realm's Delight in your arms as you got up. The walk back to your chambers was quicker than usual, mostly because you were giddily skipping and running for most of it. How good it was to love and be loved. It was all you cared about, and all you wanted to care about.

Two years went by, and Rhaenyra was growing into the young woman she was always meant to be. Beside her, you were also growing, as her companion, and her best friend. Your father has been bugging you about marriage, something you found no appeal in. He proposed a betrothal with House Blackwood, Crakehall, Reyne, and Lefford, but none of the prospects interested you.

“You’re almost a woman-grown, Y/N. You must marry, as I did, as your mother did, and as did most noble person in this realm before you,” Father countered.

“Why does Alicent not have to marry? Why does she get to stay?”

Otto Hightower held your gaze lowly, “Alicent will do her part.”

“Father, I don’t wish to be married.” You said firmly. “I wish to stay here, with my family, with the Princess. I’ll be her lady-in-waiting that’s what it takes.”

The flame flickered on his face, as he came closer to out his hands on your shoulder.

“Loyalty has always been one of your best qualities. You're like your mother in that way, that fire in your eyes is what I admire about you.” He spoke softly. “But you need to remember who you must be loyal to. Your family, Y/N. Your family is the only people that will never abandon you, in this world of those who are ready to trample you to get what they want. And the more people we make our family, by marriage or otherwise, the more people we have to protect us.”

Your father pulled you into his arms, and pressed a kiss to your head.

On your way back to your room, your mind was clouded with thoughts. You didn’t see ahead, and the person you bumped into. You looked up to find your sister, looking as if she was in a haste.

“Watch where you’re going,” she said crudely.

“You ran into me,” you retorted, “where are you going anyway?”

“It’s none of your business. That’s bad manners, you know?”

“What is?”

“Inserting yourself in other people’s affairs when it doesn’t concern you,” Alicent said, “Seven Hells, Y/N, you’re not a child anymore. You need to learn to take some responsibility for yourself. If not, then for Father’s sake.”

Alicent has always been what your father preferred in a girl, virtuous and ladylike and obedient. She was what he wished you'd be more like. If only he could see who she really was. Some people you must tolerate, only because they're family . . .

Your sister pushed past you and hurriedly rounded the corner. You waited until there was a sizable distance between you before following her, up the stairs, through Maegor's Holdfast. She was going to the King's apartments. You ducked behind a wall, as Alicent turned around to spot any prying eyes before a Kingsguard granted her entrance into his chambers.

You feared the worse.

The next time you saw your sister, it took all of your might not to let your recent discovery dictate your behavior. It was difficult though, as your distaste for her had been present even before you knew what you knew. Rhaenyra was laying her head on Alicent's thighs as they read together in the Godswood.

"There you are. We've been looking everywhere for you," Rhaenyra rose with an excited smile; Alicent, not so much.

"I was training in the courtyard," you said.

"Don't worry about her, she's always off swinging a sword around." Your sister voiced. "That's just Y/N."

Ignoring her words, you sat down on the grass. "Where were you two?"

"In the Sept," Rhaenyra said.

"Why?" A scornful laugh unapologetically escaped you.

"We thought some prayer might do us good," Alicent replied.

"And did it?" You asked, looking at Rhaenyra incredulously. She only shrugged.

"I thought it was good for . . . releasing any emotions I've had to hold back," the Princess fumbled with her ring, the one with the Arryn falcon imprint she started wearing ever since her mother passed.

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"You shouldn't be so hostile towards your sister, you know?"

"Why not? She's stupid, and prissy, and a hypocrite and—" you stopped yourself before you could say more. You released the clover you had been rolling between your fingers.

Rhaenyra watched you tentatively with a soft smile. "She means well."

"I don't know why she loathes me so much. All I've ever wanted was to just . . . be her sister," you confessed lowly, "instead she treats our relationship as some sort of race. She always has to come out on top."

"I think you would benefit from telling her these things yourself."

"I'd rather drive a sword through my own heart," you rolled your eyes.

This elicited a laugh from the platinum-haired. "You love each other, I know it. A little kindness goes a long way, Y/N."

"I'd rather spend all my kindness on you," you leaned closer with a smirk and kissed Rhaenyra on the cheek.

"And I would not complain about that," she tilted your chin towards her lips, and kissed you slowly.

Your good mood was quickly snuffed out when on your way back to your chambers for the night, you thought you heard quiet cries behind the door next to yours, Alicent's.

Your sister's face was red, blemished, and blotched with tears when she looked up at you, very unlike the face she uses to present herself as a proper lady. In truth, even you yourself had never seen her like this before.

"Father wishes I be married," Alicent hiccuped through her tears.

Your worst assumptions held true, and you couldn't help but feel pity for her. You approached your sister slowly, extending your arms. She looked confused at first, but you pulled her into your arms, and her cries grew louder into your shoulder. You didn't know how you were supposed to break the news to Rhaenyra, or even if it was yours to do so.

Everyone would know, whenever the Crown Princess was angry. Syrax, as if feeling her rider's fury, would let out the most monstrous of roars, her wings brushing past the roofs and darkening the sky as the beast flies past. You needed to see her, so you waited near the Dragonpit until you heard Syrax's screech in the distance. And furious she was.

"Rhaenyra!"

She ignored you, and kept stomping away, Ser Harrold following behind her. So you insisted.

“Rhaenyra, wait!”

“Did you know?”

“What?”

“Did you know, Y/N? Be truthful.”

“I'd only assumed. I-I—" You held out a hand, but she pulled away.

"My father and my best friend," Rhaenyra smiled bitterly, tears stinging at the corner of her eyes. "And she never said anything, you never said anything."

"Rhaenyra . . ." you pleaded. "I couldn't say anything when I wasn't sure, it is treason to speculate such things."

“Men have spoken over smaller matters,” she said lowly. “You would not speak the truth if it does not benefit you. I thought I could entrust that from you of all people. You’re just like the rest of them.”

The truth was, deep down, you were trying to protect your sister, and maybe yourself too. You were sparing yourself and Alicent of Rhaenyra’s wrath, that now as you were seeing it, looked more like disappointment.

“Do not seek me out. I do not wish to see you anymore.”

The Princess walked away before you could utter a word of apology. In the distance, Syrax huffed and she was led back into the Dragonpit.

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Hello i see you're accepting fic requests, i have a matt smith fic idea, can u do a behind the scenes w matt and fem!reader where they are both married in real life but they're rivals on cam, and when the scene cuts they're like all lovey dovey and their castmates are always teasing them 💟 tysmmm!!!

Thank you so much for this request anon, I loved this idea! I created an OC HOTD character for the reader to play and kind of worked her into different key moments from the show. I hope you enjoy 🙂

Tropes & Topics: total fluff

Word Count: 900

“What would you call the husband of the Queen?”

“Well, the king-”

“There it is, then.”

“...consort” 

Your eyes met Daemon’s, fury coursing through your veins. His head tilted, eyes assessing you. “That seems redundant, no?”

“I speak for the Queen when I say it is not.” 

There was a long pause as you two stared each other down before “CUT! Good work you two.”

“Darling! You were stupendous” Matt praised, walking towards you with his arms raised. Mostly joking groans sounded from the crew around you. “Oh, stop it you lot.”

“I always forget how angry you make me when you have that fucking wig on” you tease, wrapping your arms around his middle tightly. 

“I could say the same to you, my love” he chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your silver wig.

Your role on House of the Dragon was Anora, a close confidant and cousin of Rhaenyra. Given your character’s fierce loyalty to Rhaenyra, she shared a tense, often hostile, relationship with Daemon which you two delighted in playing as it was so opposed to your real-life dynamics as newlyweds. 

“Are you love birds ready for lunch now that you’ve terrorized the crew?” Emma’s voice called from behind Matt and you threw a grin their way. 

“Are they up to it again?” Harry seconded from behind them. 

“I don’t know what you’re referring to” you argued and Matt chuckled beside you, his arm resting along your shoulders as you followed the pair off the studio lot. 

“Oh, so you don’t remember the post-wedding incident?” Emma posed and you felt your face warm as the memory flooded your mind. 

“Wed?! Laenor has just died!” you shouted, whipping around to face your best friend and her apparent new husband. 

“No, cousin, he’s not dead. We arranged it so he could be free and we could marry” Rhaenyra explained and your eyes widened. 

“You let our monstrous uncle convince you of this?!” 

“Watch your tongue” Daemon replied, eyes blazing.

“Or what?” 

“Or I’ll take it.”

You took out the dagger you kept hidden on your side, “Well come on then, Daemon. You don’t frighten me.” 

“Enough!” Rhaenyra screamed, stepping between you both. “Cousin, this was my decision he forced me to do nothing. He wants to better support my claim to the throne when the time inevitably comes.” 

“He will be your ruin, Rhaenyra. Mark my words.”

“CUT! I think we got it guys, take five.” 

“My fierce wife!” Matt cheered, picking you up and swinging you around as you laughed. 

“Must you do this every take?” the director questioned, earning laughs from the cast and crew on set. 

“Am I wrong? She was incredible” he praised, placing you down and lovingly straightening the wig he’d disheveled in his excitement. 

“Yes, yes, your wife is brilliant and we’re all lucky to be graced with her presence” Emma teased and you stuck your tongue out at them. 

“The most brilliant one of us is you, my love” you tell him and are met with another chorus of groans as you giggle and squeeze his hand in yours.

“Oh! And you can’t forget the birthing scene from last season’s finale, that one was iconic.” Harry added and Emma eagerly nodded their agreement.

Rhaenyra wailed from the bedchamber behind you as you charged after Daemon. “What are you doing Daemon? She needs you!” 

“She needs someone to prepare for war, I can do nothing for her in that room.” 

“She’s calling for you Daemon, not me! She doesn’t want you to act on her behalf, just to be her husband.” 

“I am your king now!” he roared, turning around so quickly you slammed into his chest, his hands gripping your shoulders painfully to keep you upright.

“You overstep Daemon. You are no more than her king consort” you replied, adjusting your stance and fighting the wince of pain wracking your system.

Matt’s face completely broke, false anger draining from it, “Love, are you alright? I’m sorry everyone but she’s injured, we have to cut.” 

“Matt, it’s fine I could have finished the scene” you insisted but your argument fell flat as your ankle rolled out from beneath you. 

He didn’t hesitate, one arm gripping under your knees, the other under your arms to lift you off your feet. “Where’s the medic?!” 

“Matthew, it’s a twisted ankle, not a mortal wound” you assured but his face was panicked. “Hey, look at me” you said firmly, hand cupping his cheek. His hazel eyes met yours and you could see him fighting to control his fear that you were seriously injured. 

“I’m not putting you down until someone’s looked at your ankle” he insisted and you nodded your agreement. “I’m so, so sorry darling.”

“It was an accident, I’m fine, I promise” you replied, pulling his face down to yours for a brief kiss. 

“We have to release this as a blooper, the fans will eat it up!” you heard Emma call as Matt carried you off set towards the medic tent with the cameras still rolling.

“How could we forget? It went absolutely viral” Matt groaned and you laughed, pinching his side.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get charged with spousal abuse” you tease and he rolls his eyes as the others laugh. 

“Keep it going, I’ll just save up my annoyance with you for when we’re back on set.”

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Gaze of the Moon (HOTD One-Shot)

Rhaenyra Targaryen x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: You and your wife, the Princess Rhaenyra steal a moment of peace together as you prepare for the coming birth of your child.

Fic type: fluff, romance, reflection

A/N: I had intended for this to be fem!reader x Rhaenyra but it wound up GN. This is also for @hotd-bigbang's March 11th prompt.

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"Did you know of that tale?" You asked softly, brushing your wife's hair back behind her ear as she lay against you in the moonlight. "About the second moon who cracked open from the heat of the sun and let the dragons out?"

Your wife let out a deep breath, the back of her skull pressing into your shoulder as she leaned back against you to peer out at the sky- up at the full moon above. She was gorgeous tonight. Radiant, round- both wife and moon.

The silver rays caught in Rhaenyra's loose hair, free tonight from tight braids and silk ribbons. The way you knew she preferred it. She'd been a wild child who'd grown into a proper lady, though you knew she yearned for the freedom of manhood. If she were a man, things would be easier. You both knew this but didn't care to dwell on it. There was no changing what was.

Rhaenyra hummed, eyes catching in the moon's gaze.

"I'm sure I remember my father telling me such a story once," she affirmed softly, lip twitching ever-so-slightly into the ghost of a smile. Your wife spent so much time stone-faced under the watchful eyes of the court vultures that even in the privacy of your own quarters she sometimes had trouble letting the cracks through. You treasured each of them like jewels as they deserved to be. "I used to stay up late into the eve and watch the moon- waiting for her to split and for the night to grow dark save for the fire of dragon's breath,' she admitted, eyes drawing closed as she thought on the memories.

"Perhaps one day, my dear wife," you said, pressing a kiss to her head before allowing your own to lean back against the cold, stone wall behind you. "Tell me, what is High Valyrian for 'moon'?"

You'd been learning her family's language for some time now, and you were certainly getting there. It was just that you preferred to hear the words from Rhaenyra's tongue. And truly, who could blame you when her voice had such royal lilt? Her voice was a balm for the mind. Or your mind, at the very least. You could listen to her speak for an age and then some.

"Hūra," Rhaenyra replied, a soft knowing smirk on her lips. You repeated it back to her, testing the syllables on your tongue. You liked the way it sounded, the way it felt. You reached a hand around her to brush over her swollen belly, round with child.

"If we have a daughter," you said thoughtfully, "Hūra is a nice name, do you not think?" Your fingers danced over her belly, and you both let out a laugh when you felt the babe kick from within her. Rhaenyra's hand joined yours, squeezing comfortingly. You hastily added, "It is not a traditional name, but I like it."

"Princess Hūra Targaryen," Rhaenrya breathed, opening her eyes to peer at her belly. "It does have a ring to it," she agreed, "and if the little one's restlessness is anything to speak of, the babe likes it, too."

You both lapsed into silence for a while, enjoying the light of the moon, the glint of the stars and the sounds of the night. It was quiet at this hour. Your favourite hour. What else could you possibly want for than this? A loving wife in your arms, a babe on the way, a flask of wine to share and the gaze of the moon on you?

"I suppose it is only fair you get to name one of our children," she said after a while. You'd almost thought her asleep in your arms with how quiet she'd been. "Why not the first. Get it out of the way, hmm?" She teased. "What if the babe is a boy?"

You chuckled softly, flicking at her arm in reply to her jape.

"Thank you, wife. Your generosity knows no bounds. I do not think the bairn is a boy, but if he is, I am quite fond of Vēzos. Best keep with the theme."

"One has to wonder where this sudden passion for celestial names has come from, my love," Rhaenyra mused. "Perhaps we will have twins. The Maester did say it was a possibility. Hūna and Vēzos. Moon and Sun-" Rhaenyra shifted uncomfortably as the babe wriggled under her skin. "I like it."

"Strong names," you added, brushing your fingers through her hair softly, aiming to detangle the few knots that caught in your fingers. "Compassionate names. Perfect for bairns destined for greatness."

You suddenly found yourself hoping for twins. A boy and a girl. Siblings to grow up together and protect each other from the horrors that lay dormant in the realm. You could picture them, age three or perhaps four, playing hide and seek in the gardens. Ages ten and four by their mothers' side on the throne. Ages nine and ten crowned joint heirs to the throne. Ages four and thirty sitting side by side on the throne. Ruling, together. Sun and Moon, over their kingdom. Their birth-right. Protecting each other and keeping each other in check. What was best for the kingdom.

The thought filled you with pride. Oh, yes, you hoped for twins. It wouldn't be long now until Rhaenyra was due. Within a month, most likely. It was part of the reason you both were staying up late at night and enjoying the peace. Once Rhaenyra commenced and completed her labours, there wouldn't be much room for peace and quiet.

And yet, you couldn't wait. You didn't like the thought of your lady-wife in pain, but the thought of your quiet chambers filled with the sounds of a babe or two growing big and strong was perhaps motivating enough for you to bear the thought of her pain. You'd be by her side no matter what, of course. Fuck the Maesters and midwives. This was your wife, your babe. You would be there to support her until she asked you to leave.

"We should retire to bed," Rhaenyra broke your thoughts as she began shifting to stand. "We both need our rest for the day to come. I believe we are making arrangements for catering after the birth."

Ah, yes. The feast the King was insisting upon for the birth of his Grand-Sire. As the birth grew closer, more plans needed to be set. Catering, colours, floral arrangements, gifts for the babe. So many things that Rhaenyra and yourself were set to arrange. You may have enjoyed setting the festivities up, but Rhaenyra would be more than happy to sit out if she could.

You hadn't told Rhaenyra yet, but you'd made arrangements with the cooks to send for the ingredients to make Rhaenyra's favourite sweets. Ones she had not had since she were near a babe herself. The rest of the food, however, you both needed to settle on. A job for tomorrow, quite clearly.

You supported her as she stood, following behind. You stretched out the muscles in your arms and legs, creaking with complaint. You could only imagine how Rhaenyra felt. You left the balcony door open to the bedchambers as you helped your wife shift out of her gown.

Once she was settled into the sheets, Rhaenyra let out a sigh of relief. The bed took the weight off her body and allowed her to settle in. You followed, pressing up against her back to keep her warm against the slight chill of the night.

Rhaenyra took your hand and rested it against her belly. You felt any of your remaining troubles melt away for the moment and pressed a kiss to the back of Rhaenyra's neck.

"Good night, my love," you whispered softly, rubbing your thumb over the silky material of her nightdress. "Sleep well, little one."

You drifted off to the sound of Rhaenyra's soft breathing and the quiet chatter of insects out in the gardens below your balcony, dreaming of the bairns to come, and a life well lived.

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Daemon seeing young rhaenyra stitching up jaehaerys had me so fucking terrified

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Version - I

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Finally an Emma x Fem! Reader!!! keep blessing us, please! Who knows, maybe even an NSFW! I loved your writing! ❤️❤️

Emma D'Arcy x Fem!Reader: Co-Workers or Something More? Part Two (Request)

Link to part one - READ IT first!

Y/N = Your Name using She/Her/Hers pronouns Emma's pronouns are They/Them

NSFW is not my strong suit so I just wrote a part two and also tried my best, hope you enjoy:-)

** I do not own any House of Dragon plot points briefly mentioned

Y/N's POV

After the kiss, things changed between you and Emma. We were very flirty on the press run for season 1, which the Internet noticed. We both spent quite a lot of time in each other's hotel rooms to the point where we asked to share a room moving forward. We were keeping things casual between us, but you could tell your feelings were growing for Emma day by day. How can you not feel something for the person you spend every minute of every day for months on end with?

You're sitting in your backyard with your dog when you get a call from your casting director telling you that season 2 was renewed and will start filming soon. You were overjoyed at the chance to play Alicent again and tell her story even if fans hated Alicent. Emma told you that if people hated Alicent then you must be portraying her right. Emma was always there for you to cheer you up after long days and to help make you feel understood.

You get up to answer your door and Emma is standing with flowers. You ask, "Hi Em! What's this about? I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow." Emma smiles sheepishly and answers, "I uh ... I got the news for Season 2 and thought I could take you out on a date to celebrate." A DATE?!?!? AN OFFICIAL DATE?!?!?! You reply, "I just got off that call and was going to call you about the renewal. I'm so excited that we get to keep working together. I also would love to go on a date with you. I just need to change." Emma jokes, "But I don't want you to change. I want you to stay who you are." You laugh and ask, "Wanna come in?" Emma nods and follows you to your room.

As you get ready, Emma's arms keep wrapping around your waist and they keep putting kisses on your neck. You lean into them as they press kisses on you.

You finally get ready and Emma takes you to a new vegan restaurant that they've been wanting to try. You drink, eat, and talk. The night makes you feel alive.

You head back to your house and as you stand outside with your hands in Emma's, you ask, "Do you want to come in? We could watch a movie or something. I don't think I'm ready for this night to end." Emma answers, "I'm not either." You smile and pull Emma into your house. Emma holds your hand as you walk around;) You both change into comfier clothes and get ready to watch a movie in your bedroom.

As you flip channels, Emma pulls you into their lap and puts their head on your shoulder. They lick your neck and then start sucking on it. You try to focus on the TV but then they start kissing your neck up and down. Emma starts whispering sweet nothings into your ear and you can feel your body heating up. You put on some movie you've seen countless times and turn your attention to Emma.

Emma whispers into your ear, "I want you to be my girlfriend. I don't want anyone else to kiss this neck and make you hot. Only I should be able to do that."' You tease, "Why don't you ask me then? Are you afraid?" Emma laughs low into your ear and says, "No, I'm not afraid... and I like this side of you." You flip around and sit on Emma's lap then ask, "Do you wanna be my partner?" Emma smirks and answers, "Yes I really really do want to."

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[aemondsbabe]

Arbor Gold

summary: sharing a drink & toys || rhaenyra treats you to a very special night out

pairing: modern!rhaenyra x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, wlw, public, fingering, use of a toy, vibrators, mentions of alcohol, mommy kink, sub!reader, allusions to oral, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 1.9k

a/n: happy day three of 12 days of smuff!! i was sweating writing this one, i can't lie lmao

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“Oh, that’s perfect,” Rhaenyra says to the waiter, watching with a smile as he finishes pouring two glasses of wine with a fancy flourish before setting the bottle on the table, “Thank you.” 

With a polite nod, the waiter takes his leave, leaving you and your girlfriend alone once more. Your eyes scan the room once again, taking in the fancy dark wood paneling on the walls and the way the vintage crystal chandeliers sparkled as they cast a low, moody light over the room; the soft instrumental music coupled with the dull hum of other couples and groups of friends sharing quiet conversations comforted you despite the circumstances. 

Finally, you let your eyes sweep over Rhaenyra and your lips instantly curved into a soft, sweet smile as you took her in, watching as she took a sip of the decadent Arbor Gold wine. This whole little adventure had been her idea – something fun and new to do, she’d said. 

And she doesn’t disappoint, you think with a slight shiver as you shift a bit in the plush booth, the small vibrator she’d taken oh-so much care to work into you earlier presses deliciously against that small, sensitive patch within you. 

“Everything alright, sweetling?” Rhaenyra asks, finally catching your eyes from where you’d been absentmindedly staring at the flickering tea candle on the table. 

You smile and take her hand as she presses in closer to you, your bare shoulders nearly touching. You can’t help but admire her dress, a mirror copy of yours in every way aside from the color – the dark, blood red silk contrasts so beautifully against her soft, pale skin while the dim lights of the small bar dance off of the black silk of your own dress in smooth, pearlescent waves. 

“I’m fine, Nyra,” you can’t help but reassure her with a soft smile as you poke your tongue out to wet your lips before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand, “Just wondering when exactly you plan to start the show.” You tease, nodding to her phone. 

“Now where would the fun be in revealing all my tricks?” She gives as good as she gets, her eyes gleaming as she looks you over appreciatively. She takes another sip of the wine, taking the time to swirl it around in her glass before delicately pressing her lips to the rim. You can’t help but bite your lip as she closes her eyes with a pleased hum. “Have you had any of yours yet? You really need to try it, my love, it’s absolutely decadent.”

You reach across the table and grab your glass, swirling the pale yellow-gold liquid around in the same way Rhaenyra did before taking a sip, sighing happily as you taste all manner of sweet, fruity notes. 

You go to look at her with raised brows, about to compliment the expensive vintage as well, when she discreetly taps the screen of her phone. You only manage to get a soft, barely there squeak out as the vibrator comes to life inside you and buzzes softly against the most tender spot within you before Rhaenyra quickly leans over and presses her lips against yours, muffling the noise. 

You sigh gratefully against her lips as your eyes flutter shut, one of your hands squeezes at her thigh, and you’re grateful that each table is adorned with a long tablecloth as your hips seem to buck up by themselves for a second. 

She pulls away after a moment, once she can sense that you’ve calmed down some, and fixes you with a pleased grin before pressing one last, soft kiss against your shoulder. “That good already?” She teases, lifting her glass to her lips to take another sip of wine, “And to think, we’re only on the first level.”

You shiver, knuckles white as your fingers dig into the dark fabric of your dress, your hands pressed tightly against the tops of your thighs as you try and keep your hips still as Rhaenyra taps her phone screen, giggling as she turns the vibrations up a level. 

Your skin is flushed, though you aren’t sure if it’s from the wine or from the incessant vibrations within you. You throw Rhaenyra another helpless glance, your fingers digging into her plush thigh as a warning that your peak is approaching. 

She merely huffs out a soft laugh next to you and reaches out to tuck a lock of your hair back behind your ear before cupping your cheek, her pale eyes dancing over your face as she admires the blush that’s bloomed across your skin. 

“Oh, pretty little thing,” she coos softly, smirking when she notices your lower lip trembling as you desperately try and bite back the moans threatening to spill from your lips, “Are you getting closer, my love?”

You nod as your walls clench desperately around the toy, the movement only serving to press it even more firmly against your sweet spot. You bite down on your bottom lip, your nails no doubt leaving small crescent moon marks against Rhaenyra’s delicate skin, as you try to control your breathing. 

Just as you’re about to whisper that you can’t take much more, the waiter reappears, walking up to your table with a polite smile. You nearly cry as Rhaenyra quickly turns off the toy, although you can’t say whether it’s from relief or frustration from being so, so close. 

“Is everything to your liking, ladies?” He asks, his gaze lingering on you for a second as he looks between the two of you.

“Everything is perfect.” Rhaenyra answers with a cool smile, casually taking a sip of wine. 

“Wonderful, and is there anything else I can do for you all this evening?”

“I think we’re good over here,” she says, smirking as she spares you a glance, “Just bring the check when you get a moment, please. No rush, though.”

“Of course, ma’am.” The waiter says with a polite nod before taking his leave. 

As soon as he’s gone, Rhaenyra presses herself close to you and you almost whine when you feel her breasts press against the side of your arm, her nipples hard and aching against the thin fabric of her dress. A chill goes through you at the realization that she’s enjoying this just as much as you are. 

“That was going to be a big one, wasn’t it, sweetling?” She murmurs softly, one of her warm hands skimming across your bare thigh as she tucks it under your dress. 

“Nyra, please,” you all but gasp, trembling next to her as your center aches, your walls squeezing helplessly at the toy, “Please…” You’re not even really sure what you’re asking for as you beg, your mind covered in a thick fog. 

“Mmm,” she sighs, relishing the way you squirm in her hold as she skirts her hand higher and higher up your thigh, until the edge of her fingers are just barely pressing against the center of your thin lace underwear, “I don’t think it’s Nyra tonight, my little darling.” She says with a soft shake of her head, a few strands of her silvery hair falling beautifully against her cleavage. 

“Mommy,” you correct yourself with a choked whimper, eyes glassy as you peer up at her, “Please, please.” 

“Please what?” She asks, the condescending edge to her voice making your head spin, “Please take you home? Please make you come?” She prompts, eyebrows raised slightly as she smirks. 

“I –,” you choke out, nearly jumping out of your skin when she turns the vibrator back on, not bothering to ease you into it as it buzzes away at a high speed, “F-Fuck.” You hiss, your body already tensing as the knot in your belly winds itself up at an alarming rate. 

“I think you want to come,” she says lowly, nodding her own head as if to answer the question for you, “Luckily for you, mommy’s in such a giving mood tonight.” She studies your face carefully as she pushes your underwear to the side, her eyes positively sparkling once she feels how wet you are. 

You bite your lip harshly, nearly drawing blood, as she begins rubbing circles over your aching bud, not bothering to warm you up as she normally does as her soft fingers press harshly against you. Your head spins as she works you up and up and up, your high building at nearly the same pace as the vibrations within you as she slowly increases the speed of the toy. 

Before you’ve even had a chance to process the sensations flowing through your body, your head snaps to her and your eyes are wide as you look at her desperately, soft squeaks sounding from your throat. She merely looks at you expectantly – she may be in a giving mood but that didn’t mean she had to make the getting easy. 

“M–,” You barely choke out the first syllable before your eyes squeeze shut, your core already starting to flutter around the small toy, “M-Mommy, mommy!” You urgently whisper, finally finding your voice before gritting your teeth, your breath catching in your throat just as you feel the very beginnings of a familiar tightening overtaking your belly. 

“Let mommy have it, sweetling,” Rhaenyra coos, not stopping the movements of her fingers as she feels your bud twitch against her fingers. She murmurs soft praises into your ear as your high washes over you, talking you through it as your hips squirm against the lush fabric of the booth. “That’s a very good girl. Is that such a big one, darling? You did so, so good for me, sweetling.”

Her soft praises nearly send you over the edge again, but thankfully she decides to spare you and turns off the vibrator before slowly extracting her hand from your underwear, taking a second to make sure to move them back into place for you, the small gesture making your heart skip a beat. 

She laughs softly next to you, the sound making you open your eyes and you nearly moan at the sight of her dipping a finger, still shining from where she’d touched you, into the half-full cup of wine in front of her. She takes a second to swirl it around before bringing it to her lips, her eyes gleaming as she sucks at the digit; the sight alone is enough to make your tender walls clamp down on the toy but the small, satisfied moan she makes just about sends you spiraling over the edge yet again. 

“That’s definitely my new favorite pairing.” She teases, smirking at the wide-eyed look on your face. 

“Nyra!” You laugh, your heart racing in your chest as you feel the butterflies in your tummy stir yet again while the two of you dissolve into flirtatious giggles. 

Just then, the waiter appears with the check, which Rhaenyra quickly scans over before passing her credit card to him. She turns to you as soon as he disappears around a corner, the coy look in her eyes making you feel flush all over again.

“I can’t wait to get you home, sweetling,” she sighs softly and presses a kiss against the curve of your neck before polishing off the last bit of wine in her cup, “Mommy is absolutely dying for something sweet for dessert…” She teases, raking her hand back up your thigh.

A giving mood, indeed.

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[beautifulsweetschaos]

“You look so much like your mother in certain lights” - Otto Hightower

[z-aemond-targ]

look into my eyes, see into my soul

touch my hand, feel my warmth

lay in my arms, rest on my heart

succumb to my touch, crumble with my love

yearn for my body, as i yearn for yours