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aemondsbabe · 4 months

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Two Souls, Entwined

summary: dreams & dirty talk || helaena has been plagued with visions; things between her and her lady in waiting finally reach a boiling point

pairing: helaena targaryen x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, wlw, mutual pining, angst but happy ending, dry humping, breast/nipple play, dirty talk but make it poetic and loving, slight aegon slander i broke my own heart, i love helaena sm, there needs to be more content for her i love her, let me know if i missed anything!!

word count: 4.1k

a/n: happy day ten of 12 days of smuff!! i'm actually very excited/proud of this one, it got a lot more personal than i was expecting! really feeding that scared bi girl i was in middle school idk. i hope y'all enjoy it!!!

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Helaena sighs when she opens her eyes and blinks, disoriented by the early morning light, her head still clouded with sleep.

“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe…” She whispers to the emptiness of her chambers, the cryptic phrase a familiar one now as it had been making its home in her head for the past few weeks.

Sitting up with a groan, she pauses at the edge of her bed, staring blankly ahead as the cloudy figures from her dream seem to swirl around her still. She was growing frustrated with the shadowy shapes, as much as she hated to admit it – she did not often enjoy her dreams, they often brought news of unpleasant tidings, secrets that she alone seemed expected to bear, but for the past few weeks her dreams had been… pleasant. Joyous, in fact. Yet they seemed much further away than the others, only revealing small slivers of information to her night after night.

She smiles softly as she gives one last glance out the window before padding over to the vanity in her chambers, determined to brush out her hair before the maids have the chance, they were always too rushed and hurried. Her mind drifts back to her dream as she runs a comb through her fair hair; lately, this mysterious dream seemed to be the only thing she could focus on for very long.

The figure in it seemed so familiar, moving around her as if it was an old friend, someone safe. She sighed again as she thought, blushing despite herself as she recalled her latest vision, remembering how the shadow had moved about her, as if in a courting dance, before it leaned in closely, though if it were for a kiss or to whisper a secret she didn’t know.

“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe.” She repeats, as if the repeating will somehow reveal more.

It puzzles her greatly, the feelings of safety mixed with distinct romantic desire, a deep wanting from somewhere within her. There aren’t many people she even feels safe around, and even less so those she’d ever felt romantic longing for, and a much shorter list followed of people who had ever felt romantic longing for her. She feels secure around her mother, of course, and grandsire and her precious younger brothers, but she cannot help but wrinkle her nose with disgust at the thought of romantic intent with any of them.

She blinks, setting her hairbrush down and biting her lip as she thinks. I feel safe with Aegon, she ponders, brows knitting together, He’s never given me a reason to not feel safe but… She sighs, not bothering to finish the thought. She was well aware her marriage was one of politics, not of love. She remembers there had been whispers of many suitors when she’d finally come of age; everyone from Aegon and Aemond to her half-sister’s bastard sons had been considered, and though Helaena appreciated some more than others… she didn’t desire any of them.

Before she can help herself, her blue eyes flit over her own curves as she gazes at herself in the mirror, wishing, as she had so many times before, that she could reach out and feel her own reflection – feel a mirrored twin with similar soft skin and supple flesh. She wishes that soft, delicate fingers could touch her as well; she had grown tired of rough, battle worn touches long ago.

Someone I feel safe with and feel romantic longing for, she thinks again, blinking rapidly as a familiar face immediately springs to mind yet again, just as it had every time she’d pondered this mystery for the last few weeks, only growing more frustrated. It can’t be, she’d decided that long ago, long before this vision began.

But...

The Gods only ever seemed to show her visions that were assured, that would come to fruition, one way or another. Maybe… maybe that meant that y–

No, she thought, locking eyes with her reflection, Don’t be ridiculous.

She smiles as she hears her chamber doors opening, at the same time they do every morning, and turns around on the ornate, cushioned chair at her vanity, her eyes locking with your familiar ones as you waltz it.

“Good morning, Princess,” her heart beats a mite faster at the sound of your voice, at the bright smile that graces your lips as you stride to her, “I trust you slept well?”

“Good morning, sweet friend,” she greets you brightly, standing and pulling you into a hug as she did every day, “I did, quite peacefully, actually. And you?” She asked, trying to ignore the small voice that longed to hold you more closely, as she did everyday.

“I did as well,” your hand lingers in hers for a moment as she steps away, sitting back at her vanity as the maids arrive, instantly fluttering around the two of you like a kaleidoscope of butterflies, “After we break fast, would you like to come to the gardens with me?”

Helaena merely nods, though inside she buzzes, her heart fluttering like a bird’s wings.

I would follow you into the Seven Hells, she longs to say.

You wake with a small start, your hand instantly flying to your lips. You could swear they still tingle for a second from when she’d kissed you, just before you’d woken up. Blushing, you glance around your chambers, as if there would be anyone else there, and finding them empty leaves you both relieved and disappointed all at once.

Sighing, you slide off of your plush bed and walk over to your small vanity and use the small wash basin to splash water on your face. A small thrill shoots up your spine as you glance over your shoulder in the mirror, knowing from the position of the light filtering through your windows that it’s nearly time to go find your friend.

Friend.

It’s a funny word, you think, not one you would have imagined assigning to the princess all the many years ago when you’d arrived at King’s Landing, young and eager to be a lady in waiting for Helaena. You can’t help the smile that blooms on your lips each time you think of her, your quiet, captivating princess. You meet your own gaze in the mirror and frown, looking at yourself in the way a disappointed parent would look at a child.

Not yours, you chide, like repeating it over and over would make it hurt any less, Not yours, not yours, not yours.

Sighing yet again, you rise from your spot at the vanity and quickly grab your robes, eager to escape your own thoughts.

“This one is the iphiclides podalirius,” Helaena says, her voice soft as she marvels at the delicate butterfly perched on the back of her hand, “More commonly called the scarce swallowtail, I believe. It’s truly remarkable, normally they don’t travel this far north, though I’m told they’re a common sight in the gardens of Sunspear.”

“Then we are quite lucky to see it,” you smile, setting your embroidery hoop on the bench beside you as you study the yellow and black striped insect, though your eyes seem to drift to the princess on their own; you can’t help but smile as you see the way her beautiful sapphire eyes light up as she examines the small creature, “It’s very beautiful.”

Like you, you think, swallowing down the words.

“Would you like to hold her?” Helaena asks, looking at you hopefully.

As always, you nod, aware that you were the only one who seemed to entertain her fascination with insects and plants. Selfishly, you liked that.

Slowly and carefully, Helaena guides the butterfly onto the back of your hand; the two of you sitting close together, close enough for your shoulders to press together. A giggle leaves you at the feel of the insect's feet on your skin, so small and light, like tiny, faint kisses.

“Perhaps she was drawn to the hydrangeas,” the princess muses, “Those are new this year, though I suppose any of the other very colorful plants would spark her fancy as well, like the lilac or poppies or…”

It takes you a second to notice that she’s gone quiet next to you and you finally tear your gaze away from the butterfly, frowning slightly when you see the look on her face, her blue eyes hazy and unfocused as they flit back and forth like she’s watching figures you cannot see.

“Princess?” You ask softly, reaching out to take her hand, only halfway aware of the butterfly fluttering away, “Helaena?” You ask again, a bit louder, gripping her hand tighter.

“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe…” She whispers, so faintly that the words scarcely leave her lips. Your frown only deepens, your eyebrows knitting together as you shake your head, trying to make sense of her words.

“What?” You ask softly, used to hearing her mutter odd phrases but seeing her in a trance was something altogether different, “Helaena? Should I go fetch the maester?” You don’t know why you ask her, not expecting a response.

The figure danced in front of her again, clouded in darkness, though instead of feeling cold and empty like the dark so often did to her, these shadows hugged Helaena like a blanket.

She blinked, and suddenly everything changed, becoming clear as if she’d blinked away tears. The clarity was startling for a second as the edges of the figure sharpened before her, still leaning toward her as if it meant to whisper an amorous secret.

Finally, her eyes focused and in that moment, she felt as if she could be knocked over by the air current made from the flittery wings of a butterfly.

You.

It was you, just as she’d always suspected, standing before her as if you’d always been there.

Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe. The phrase repeats in her mind like a mantra as she stares at you, marveling at the way you stare at her.

Like she’s precious, something to be fawned over. Something to be… loved?

Her heart hammers wildly in her chest as she reaches out, her fingers finally skimming over your cheek.

She could cry, perhaps she is crying, she doesn’t know. The only thing she’s sure of is that this feels so right, like a puzzle piece within her has finally shifted and slotted into place.

Just as it crosses her mind to lean in and kiss you, the vision falls away, words echoing in her mind as the gardens come back into focus.

Not a friend.

Yet...

Not a foe.

“Helaena, please!” You beg, urgency coating your voice as you lean in closer, closer than you’d ever dared before, praying to see some spark of recognition in the princess’s eyes.

Suddenly, she seems to come back to herself, gasping as you jump back away from her, startled.

“Oh!” She breathes, blinking a couple times before her blue eyes finally fix themselves on you, “I’m so sorry, I don’t… I don’t know what came over me.”

You shake your head quickly, moving back toward her and taking her hands in yours once more, your heart twisting as you notice them trembling slightly. “There’s no need to apologize, I’m just happy you’re alright.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, Helaena staring at you in a way that makes your cheeks heat up, as if she’s seeing you for the first time, before she seems to catch herself and look away, much to your disappointment.

“Was that one of your dreams?” You ask softly, looking down to where her hand rests within yours.

“Yes.” She says simply, her eyes locked on the way your fingers overlap hers as she desperately tries to ignore the voice in her head telling her to enterwine them.

“What did you see?” You ask, catching her gaze again. There’s a fire in her eyes now that makes you shiver.

She’s quiet for a moment, neither of you so much as breathing as you stare at each other – the princess looking at you so intently you wonder if she’s trying to hear your thoughts. You pray she can’t.

“Nothing of importance,” she says finally, pulling her hands away and standing from the bench suddenly, “They’re just shapes, really. Fuzzy things.”

“Alright,” you smile as you stand with her, picking up your embroidery hoop from where it had been abandoned at your side, “If you ever wish to discuss them, I would be more than happy to listen.” You tell her, desperately wanting to hold on to whatever moment you had just shared with her.

She merely nods with a small, soft smile and holds her arm out for you to take, “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late for supper.”

The fire warming your skin from the hearth in Helaena’s chambers normally felt cozy and inviting, but tonight the heat of it was stifling as the two of you sit in silence. Each of you is presumably working on an embroidery piece, although the atmosphere feels more like that of a stalemate with each passing moment.

You can feel her looking at you, sneaking glances every minute or so. You imagine she can probably feel the same, perhaps that’s why she keeps looking your way, because you can’t seem to keep your eyes off her either.

Finally, the tension in the room seems to boil over and you can’t take it anymore; your fingers dig into the wood of your embroidery hoop as you gather the courage to speak.

“Have I… Are you cross with me?”

“Pardon?” The princess asks, jumping a bit before laying her hoop at her side, her eyes wide as she looks at you unabashedly now.

“You, well, you keep looking at me. I just, I’m hoping I haven’t offended you in some way.” You chance a glance at Helaena and quickly do a double take, heart clenching in your chest when you see that she looks as if she’s about to cry.

“You haven’t,” she breathes, shaking her head emphatically, locks of pale hair cascading down her shoulders as she does, “I simply… I was considering the dreams I’ve been having, the one I had earlier today.”

“But what does that have to do with me?”

“You’ve been in them!” She says suddenly, loudly, like she has to force out the words.

“What?” You blink.

She sighs heavily and swallows, wringing her hands on her lap. “You were in them. You have been for weeks.”

You wonder if the princess can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you blink, silently praying to whichever of the Gods may be listening that Helaena’s dreams and your dreams were not somehow intertwined. In the back of your mind, you knew your pleas were useless.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times like a fish that’s been plucked from the water before you finally find your voice, “What… what am I doing in them?” Your whole body buzzes, fearing the answer and desperately needing it all at once.

The princess hesitates, you want to scream as you can all but see her weighing her options in her mind before she finally, finally speaks.

“Courting me, kissing me.”

A small withering, wounded noise passes your lips at her words. You feel dizzy, the room spinning as you feel as though the entire world is crashing down around you while at the same time, it’s as if a mountain’s worth of weight has been lifted from your shoulders.

“And your visions… they only show things already fated to occur?” You feel frozen as you ask, not a muscle in your body moving. You know the answer even as the question leaves your lips, but you need to hear her say it.

Helaena sighs and shakes her head, a frown cutting across her pretty face, “That’s why it’s frustrating,” she bites, spitting the words like the mere act of explaining is painful, “This one cannot come to pass, I do not understand why I see it…”

She keeps speaking, talking through her annoyance, but the sound of your own blood pumping wildly through your veins blocks out her words.

No, your head pounds as you silently scream, No, no, no! Please, just let me explain, give me a chance, I’ll do any—

A loud sob cuts through your thoughts; the world seems to wrench its way back to you as you look at the princess, eyes widening when you see the tears flowing down her flushed cheeks.

“You could never truly wish to…” She says slowly, brokenly, words fading like she can’t even bear to say them.

“I do.” The words feel punched from your chest like you’re holding your heart out to the open air.

Helaena’s ocean eyes cut to yours as her breath hitches, the both of you not daring to move a muscle as you sit together on the small sofa in her chambers; the fire crackling in the hearth is the only indication that time has not ceased to exist.

You aren’t sure who moves first, maybe the Gods have threaded the two of you together so tightly that you move as one, you can’t be sure.

But her lips are on yours.

And her hands cup your cheeks as yours scramble to fit around her waist, four hands poised on a knife’s edge.

You sigh against each other, pulled together like a knot in a thread, and you gasp as you find yourselves pressed together, chest to chest.

Finally, you part for air, panting together as you stare, foreheads pressed together.

“Princess—“

“You love me?” She asks, swiping a thumb over your cheek; it’s only then you realize you’re crying.

“Yes,” you breathe, your hands grip her tighter, pulling her impossibly closer to you, “And you?”

“Yes,” she echos, her thighs slotting over one of yours as she climbs atop your lap, “You are my heart beating out of my body.”

Her words zap through you and your heart twists in your chest as your hands clamber against her, your lips press against hers again urgently. Twin moans, muffled into each other's mouths, sound between you as your hands cup her rear, pressing her more urgently against you.

“You are beautiful,” you sigh, hands grabbing at her plush curves through the silk fabric of her skirts, “You’re so soft and —“

“Warm,” she breathes, moaning into the column of your neck as her lips move against your skin, “You’re so warm, my love, like the sun.”

My love. The pet name sends a shiver down your spine as the two of you move together, pressing kisses against whatever patches of skin you can find, rocking together instinctually. The firmness of her thigh presses deliciously against your center, your skirts rucked up enough to bare your smallclothes, which press welty against your core.

You gasp, pressing a kiss to the princess’s collarbone as her hips move tantalizingly on your thigh, the warmth between her legs nearly suffocating as you whimper and sign against each other’s soft skin.

“I have always loved you,” you confess, nearly coming undone as she begins tugging at the ties at the bosom of your gown, her hands shaking as she pulls them loose, “Always, from the first moment I saw you.”

She makes a noise between a moan and sob as she finally tugs your bodice loose, and you whimper as her lithe fingers ghost over your breasts, causing your back to arch into her touch. “I’ve always loved you too,” she sighs as her soft hands cup your chest, kneading the flesh in her palms, “I always wanted to court you, marry you, I,” her voice breaks off in a faint, high-pitched whine as you finally manage to unbutton the bodice of her gown, she savors the feel of your lips and hands against her breasts for a moment more before continuing, “Gods, I wished to bed you, I’ve always longed to know what you would feel like, how sweet you’d taste.”

Her confessions nearly make you weep as you kiss over the fat of her breasts, keening into her supple skin as she delicately pinches at your nipples, “I have only ever thought of you, my sweet princess,” your chest heaves as you speak, your words muffled as you lick over her nipple, “When I sleep, when I wake, when I–” The words stick in your throat as you freeze, peering up at her through your lashes, somehow still impossibly afraid of going too far, or too fast, or too anything.

“When you what?” She asks, her voice so soft and sweet as she stares down at you, her fingers digging into your breast and side as her sapphire eyes flit between yours, “Tell me, my love, when you what?” She urges, her hips moving somehow more desperately against yours, only serving to fuel the fire slowly building within you.

“Gods, when I touch myself,” you whisper, shuddering as she lets out a breathy moan above you, “When I peak, sweet princess, I think only of you.” Your confession ends in a sharp gasp as she angles you backwards, anchoring you to her with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Her lips trail down your neck and collarbone before finally, she presses firm, fiery kisses to your breast, panting as she wraps her petal pink lips around your nipple and sucks, pressing her thigh more firmly against your center as she does.

“I think only of you too,” she breathes, blue eyes fluttering up to yours as your hands tangle in her pale locks, “Every time I touch myself, I dream of you,” she mumbles around your breast, her touch all but burning into you as she kisses across your chest before mouthing at the other side, “When my brother beds me, it is you I see, my precious lady.”

You practically sob as her admission sends you reeling, each cell in your body bursting like lightning from a stormcloud as you peak. You’re useless to do much else other than tremble in her hold as shivers travel in currents down your spine, your smallclothes no doubt ruined as your center clenches frantically at nothing, your pearl so taut and achy as it twitches against the princess’s thigh.

You don’t waste a second when your high subsides, moving frantically as you push Helaena back, slotting yourself perfectly atop her, pressing your thigh between her legs like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. Your skirts fan out around your bodies, blanketing your forms in a soft sea of silk, your bare chests pressed tightly together as you rut against her, needing to see her awash with pleasure more than you need breath in your lungs.

“My love, my sweet princess,” you sigh into her mouth, your tongues swirling together as she all but cries beneath you, her hands digging possessively into your waist, “I am yours, my love, until the end of my days.” You swear, pressing your thigh tightly against her center, and your heart soars as she finally shatters in your grasp.

You watch, enraptured, as she peaks; mesmerized at the blush that blooms on her skin, at the way her blue eyes roll back as her eyes flutter closed, at how her breasts heave as she sucks in desperate breaths. The sounds she makes seem to pierce into your soul, each whimper and moan and cry ripping away parts of you until your heart is stripped bare, beating only for her.

The two of you lay in a heady silence for many moments, the only sounds being your soft, panting breaths as you each come down and the ever-present crackle sounding from the hearth.

“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe.” Helaena whispers, her voice raspy as she speaks.

“Pardon?” You ask, pulling back from her embrace just enough to meet her gaze.

“That phrase,” she explains, her eyes glimmering in the firelight as a smile steadily blossoms on her pink lips, “I kept hearing it, in my dreams about you.”

You stay silent, tracing soft circles on her soft skin, leaving room for her to continue.

“I wasn’t sure at first, but now I see.”

“Hm?”

You aren’t my friend, the Gods spoke truthfully,” she beams, radiating joy as she studies your face, “You’re my love.”

Her statement is simple, but it makes you smile all the same as you press a sweet kiss to her lips.

“Yes,” you nod, pulling back to meet her eyes as you lay a hand over her heart, “Always.”

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starogeorgina · 8 months

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Heart of glass

Warning: Smut, swearing

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen × Targaryen OC

1.02

You take in the sea air while watching as your dragon, the cannibal, devours a few sheep nearby. Your dragon only briefly stops eating to raise its head and hiss as someone walks up behind you. Cannibal observes for a few moments, making sure you are safe, before returning his attention back to his prayer.

“Your dragon must be the most terrifying in the world,” Jacaerys says, sitting down beside you on the damp grass outside.

“The she-dragon bonded with your uncle is still alive from Aegon’s conquest, and my father's is pretty war-hardened.”

“I’d much rather face Vhagar and Caraxes than the cannibal.”

“I hear dragons grow while staying in Dragonstone; perhaps he will become bigger,” you grin.

Jacaerys stares at you blankly for a moment before laughing. He makes polite small talk with you, but you knew he had an alternative motive for coming out and joining you in the murky weather. Eventually, you grow tired of waiting for him to say whatever is on his mind. You place your hand atop his and ask, “Jace, what is it you want to ask me?”

He looks down at the grass and says, “I’ve noticed you haven’t spent much time with the ladies, Baela and Rhaena.”

Snarkily, you ask, “Did my father or your mother send you out here?”

“Neither. I’m bringing it up because you don’t seem happy.”

You desperately wanted to get to know your sisters but always felt like an outsider from the moment your father remarried shortly after your mother's death, so you returned to Runestone. When Lady Laena died, you thought it would be the perfect opportunity to reunite with your family, but on the same day as his late wife’s funeral, you saw your father and Rhaenyra redressing on the beach. Even though you were a child, you knew what had just transpired between them. Solidify your opinion of them. Any visits since that day have been political and fleeting.

You were only two years older than Jace, but much more free-natured than him. He always found it shocking that you just did whatever you wanted without consulting Daemon, whereas he did nothing without his mother's approval, something that you actually respected him for. He took his duties as son of the heir very seriously.

You rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re more my brother than they are my sisters.”

Jace wraps his arm around your shoulder. He was the only one who truly knew how hurt you were on the inside. Jacaerys was the sibling and friend you needed; he understood you like nobody else. You had stayed in touch over the years, sending each other ravens and gifts; he was your only connection to your family on Dragonstone. He was the only one who informed you of important things, such as Rhaenyra being with a child again or that your sisters were to marry the eldest Velaryon boys.

“You should dine with us tonight,” Jace says softly. “I know Luke and Joff would enjoy your company.”

He had a point: in the two weeks you’d be on the island, you hadn’t once dined with them. You look up at the sky and smile, seeing that the sun is about to disappear. “Perhaps in the morning, I have somewhere to be right now.”

You slap Jace on the thigh playfully before getting to your feet and walking towards your dragon.

“Where do you go every night?” He calls out.

You doubted the young prince would approve of your secret friends with a benefit arrangement with his auntie. Laughing, you say, “I could tell you, but then I’d need to feed you to my dragon afterwards.”

“I look forward to seeing you while we break fast in the morning.” Jace shakes his head, but the corner of his lips still pulls into a smile despite him pretending to disapprove of your actions.

—

You grin hearing Helaena moan as you greedily suck her clit into your mouth; her back arches as you do. She looked so beautiful as she approached her second orgasm of the night, and your only goal was to make sure she reached her peak many more times before the sun rose again.

Helaena made the sweetest noises as she rutted against your face. She cums hard, her legs shivering around your head as she rides out her orgasm. Pulling back, you admire the slick glistening down her folds and swipe your finger along it, then teasing her clit with your thumb.

Helaena giggles, “Come here, sweetling.”

“That sounds like an order from my princess,” you say, kissing up her leg.

“Mayhaps.”

When you reach her collarbone, the pretty princess tilts your head up and captures your lips with her own soft ones. She smiles into the kiss. “I have an idea, something I’d like to try... if that’s okay?”

A smirk plays on your lip. “Anything you want, dārilaros, I shall do.”

Her pale cheeks redden. “I saw it in a brothel once—two women pleasuring each other at the same time.”

“Anything you want,” you say, kissing the tips of her fingers.

Helaena pecks you on the lips before gently pushing you until you are lying on your back. She moved up the bed until her knees rested on either side of your head. She lowered herself until her cunt was right above your mouth. You take the opportunity and dive your tongue into her. Helaena was the sweetest thing you’d ever tasted. She lets out a soft moan before leaning down, so press a soft kiss to your clit before swiping her tongue through your folds.

You groan loudly when she adds a finger, “fuck!”

You two stay in that position, licking, sucking, and fingering each other's tight holes until you both cum.

The rest of the night you and Helaena spent tangled in the sheets of the tavern together, like you had every night for the last two weeks. You didn’t always have sex; some nights you just talked or, in the dead of night, would go dragon riding together. Seeing daylight starting to creep through the window, you knew it was time to go.

“Sorry, princess, but I believe our time is up.” You give her one last passionate kiss before standing to get dressed.

While you dressed in the clothes you wore over, including a dark black cloak to hide your face, you noticed Helaena holding a book. She looked slightly nervous before handing it to you. “I was in the library searching for a book to read to Jaehaerys and Jaehaera and found this; I thought you might like it.”

You feel slightly stunned as she places it in your hand.

“It’s a book on wild dragons,” she says, standing to redress. “He was the largest and oldest of the three wild dragons dwelling on Dragonstone; the Cannibal was black as coal, with menacing green eyes.”

“Does it actually say that about my dragon?” You ask while flipping the book open to see for yourself.

“Yes, the book is mainly about the cannibal, Sheepstealer, and Grey Ghost.”

“This is... thank you, it's a wonderful gift.”

A warm sensation you weren’t familiar with filled your belly—a fuzzy, warm feeling. It meant a lot to you that the princess not only remembered the part about your own dragon but also the fact she saw it and thought of you—it suddenly occurred to you that you may be starting to develop feelings beyond just a friendship with Helaena.

—

All eyes are on you as you sit down beside Jacaerys to break fast. Chatter resumes once again until your father loudly and sarcastically says, “How kind of you to finally join us, daughter.”

Amused by his reaction, you reach for an apple that was on the table, smiling, before taking a bite out of it. Rhaenyra lets out a deep sigh and calmly says, “Everyone out.”

When you go to stand, your father says, “Not you, Vissera.”

Rolling your eyes, you sit back down and take another bite from the apple in your hand. Jace pats you on the shoulder on his way out, then gives you a look that silently says ‘drop the attitude’ which causes you to chuckle. You tried to list off what your father could possibly discuss with you in private: Why are you wearing the same clothes as last night? Why aren’t you spending more time with your sisters? Why are you avoiding me? Why do you hate my wife so much?

You notice Rhaenyra biting at her nails nervously. You wondered briefly if she found it as painful to be around you as you did. You break the silence and say, “I hear congratulations are in order.”

They share a look, and your father rubs at his forehead. “I would have told you sooner if you had actually spoken to me and to us.”

You shrug. “What difference does it make? You don’t seem to care when I’m not here.”

“That’s because you make it impossible. You refuse all invitations, ignore my ravens, and last time I tried to visit you, your dragon almost ate me.”

“He’s protective of me.”

“I’m your father,” your father snaps, slamming his hands against the table.

The atmosphere suddenly becomes a lot more tense; even Rhaenyra seems taken aback by her husband's outburst. She steps back as her hand rests on her invisible bump protectively. You hadn’t meant to rile your father up so much that he scared her.

Quietly, you say, “You’re a stranger to me.”

Rhaenyra gives you a sympathetic look as she hands you the scroll. “Yesterday, a raven arrived for Daemon from the keep. Queen Alicent would like to betroth a marriage between you and her son, Prince Aemond.”

Dārilaros - Princess

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the things we do for love ongoing aemma velaryon is the daughter of the princess rhaenyra and betrothed to aemond targaryen. their young love blinds them to the bitterness between their families, but slowly their fantasy begins to unravel with time. how did the purest of love turn into such bitter hatred? 1/2/3/4/5/6/7

forbidden fruit ongoing eyva's loveless marriage to her husband aegon was causing nothing but pain and misery for the young woman and her days begin to drain her soul. perhaps the arrival of his brother will change that? 1/2

a moment of weakness completed a disastrous turn of events in one of the crown's tournament's leaves the court fearful that prince aemond has lost his other eye. the prince is adamant no one shall gaze beneath his eye-patch, not even his darling wife. 1

our little secret ongoing aemond promised to take you as his wife when the time was right and you had no reason to doubt him. but when news of his engagement to cassandra baratheon is announced, and your name is left ruined by his nightly visits to your chamber, you have no choice but to flee from the shame you have brought upon your family and to run from the man you love. but not all is as it seems. 1 / 2

to deceive a prince completed when aemond targaryen shows interest in courting your little sister, she employs your help to capture his attention through sharing letters and notes, all the while acting as if you are her. it was never meant to become so complicated. 1

as long as we're together / the last of us au ongoing with a virus quickly spreading and violence taking over, aemond tries to move your little family to a safer place. he didn't expect to lose you all so quickly. 1

helaena targaryen

a princess and her secrets ongoing the arrival of the realm's fiercest swordsman creates a scandal when it turns out to be a mere woman. the princess helaena, finds herself playing with some very dangerous thoughts. 1/2/

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officialaemondtargaryen · 13 days

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Fall In Love With A Girl

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

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

Pairing: Modern Helaena Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: ~3.3k

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

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

There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.

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

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

Today just wasn’t your day.

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

And that was when you heard it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“His name is Sunfyre.”

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

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

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

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

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

Wait, was she actually rushing you?

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

She really was rushing you.

“It’s a blind date that Aegon, uh-”

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

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

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

“What’s that?” She asked.

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

“You’ve had a bad day, too?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I agree,” you replied with a smile.

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

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

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

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

“That’s probably a good idea.”

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

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That was the best blind date ever! ;)

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 11 months

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Helaena... just Helaena info dumping about her bugs to the reader and reader engaging with her and it just being really adorable... please...

Also, smut after? because I'm a slut (Helaena has a praise kink??)

(from @reflection-of-narcissus)

Thank you so much for your request. I hope you like this!

Warnings: Mild angst, talk of sexuality, fingering, smut, slight praise kink. Words: ~1500

The smell of rain hangs heavily in the air. It has been two hours since the downpour soaked the grounds of the Red Keep, and less than 15 minutes since Princess Helaena tugged pleadingly at your hand, insistent you join her in the gardens.

“All the most interesting creatures peek out in the wet.” She’d told you.

When she looked at you like that, her blue eyes bright and filled with hopeful wonder, you’d be remiss to deny her anything. Out of all of Helaena’s ladies in waiting, she seemed to enjoy your company the best and you reveled in it. The twins had been left in the capable hands of the septa, while the two of you walked outside, arm in arm.

While you tentatively pick up your skirts, careful to avoid the multitude of puddles that now pool across the pathways in the Keep’s gardens, Helaena skips through without a care for the rainwater soaking the bottom of her dress.

Her girlish exuberance and carefree innocence had always been qualities you’d admired. There is truly no one quite like Helaena.

“Do you think perhaps we’ll see any butterflies today?” You ask.

It is an attempt to take interest in a subject that fascinates her so dearly, but also the memory of a striking blue butterfly that had landed in Helaena’s hair last summer is one that has never left your mind. The way its wings had fluttered against the soft silver of her hair, combined with her vibrant smile of happiness were a sight simply unparalleled in beauty to you.

Helaena gives an apologetic shake of her head. “They hide when it rains.” She explains to you. “Please don’t be disappointed. We might see snails, and perhaps worms if the birds haven’t been at them yet.”

You laugh softly. How could she possibly believe you’d ever be disappointed with her?

She keeps her gaze fixed on the flowerbeds that line the pathways as the pair of you walk. The suddenness with which she stops and crouches down startles you a little, but you cannot help but smile to yourself as she hunches over, reaching into a bush.

The Princess’ posture is something she is forever having corrected by her mother and septas alike. She has a tendency to slouch, even when standing, and her spine takes on a most unnatural curve when she is seated, particularly if she has a surface to lean forward against. You would not have her any other way though, it is a quality you find most endearing.

“A snail…” Her voice takes on a tone of quiet reverence as she cradles the mollusc gently in her hands.

Truthfully, it disgusts you. It looks slimy and you’ve no wish to be near it, but out of love for your Princess, you crouch beside her.

“Why do they like the wet so much?” You query as you study the brown hues of its shell against Helaena’s pale, delicate palms.

“They dry out easily.” She tells you. “They need the rain to survive.”

You hum in understanding, watching as she examines it closely. “What else do you know about them?”

“They don’t need another snail in order to breed…” Her eyebrows pinch together, a look she gets when she is worried or upset.

“What is it?” You ask, filled with concern for her.

Her eyes flicker up to you, before back down to her hands and her brow furrows. You know better than to push Helaena for an answer when she is like this, so you sit quietly, keeping your focus on what sits within her hands.

“I…I wish…” She says eventually. “I wish that I…didn’t need another person to breed.”

She looks so forlorn as she says this, you feel like your heart could break for her. “Why do you say that, Princess?”

Helaena takes a deep breath, depositing the snail back into the flowerbed and wiping her hands on her skirt before she speaks again. “I don’t like laying with Aegon.” She tells you quietly. “I have heard that…that…is supposed to feel good, but it doesn’t.”

You reach out, taking her hand in yours and give it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry. I wish you had someone to make you feel that way.”

You let go of her hand as she gets the faraway look in her eye that you’ve become well acquainted with in your years of service to her, and wait for her to speak.

“Two hearts that beat as one.”

“Are you okay?” You question, gently touching her forearm, once she appears lucid again.

Helaena nods slowly, rising to her feet and you join her.

“Thank you..” She says with sincerity, looking at you fondly. “For today, for everything…”

“It’s my pleasure.”

You turn to walk back towards the Red Keep, but are halted when she lightly pulls on your arm and presses her lips to yours. Your heart flutters and you are quick to return the gesture, enjoying the softness of her mouth against yours.

When you both pull back, your cheeks are flushed and you giggle in shared embarrassment, before returning to the Castle arm in arm once more.

You sit in front of your looking glass two days later, brushing through your hair when your chamber door creaks open. You know instantly it is Helaena, she never knocks.

Turning to smile at her, before rising to greet her, you notice she appears nervous, holding something awkwardly in her hands.

“I made you something.” She says shyly. “With help from Maester Orwyle.”

She holds out a frame which encases a bright green butterfly, pinned carefully to parchment.

“It’s beautiful.” You say, your fingers brushing lightly against hers as you take it from her. “Thank you.”

“It matches the colour of the dress you wore in the gardens after it rained.” She tells you. “I know you wanted to see a butterfly and this…well, it isn’t quite the same, but I hope you will think of me when you look at it.”

You aren’t quite sure what possesses you, but you place the frame down on your vanity table and surge forward, capturing Helaena’s lips with your own.

She squeaks in surprise, but kisses you back eagerly. You stare at each other breathlessly for a few moments once you break apart.

“Perhaps it could be you that makes me feel that way?” She whispers.

Your cheeks heat up as you realise she is referring to the conversation you’d had two days ago. “Is that what you want?”

She nods, her eyes locked with yours.

“I want to hear you say it.” You coax her gently.

“Will you…will you…” She brings her hands to her face. “I do not even know what it is I am asking for.”

Softly, you wrap your fingers around her wrists, urging her hands away from her face. You kiss her again, though it is more heated this time, your lips parting in order to deepen it. You shiver with excitement as Helaena whimpers at the feel of your tongue against hers.

You turn her around, walking her backwards so that she perches against the edge of the vanity and carefully begin to lift her skirts. “Is this okay?” You murmur to her.

“Yes.” She nods fervently, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.

Your fingertips trail along the inside of her thigh, stopping once they reach the gusset of her smallclothes. You search Helaena’s face for any signs of discomfort, seeing none, you dip a finger beneath the thin cotton.

You gasp as you feel the wetness of her arousal, not missing the way that Helaena tenses and sighs as you make contact.

You move slowly at first, circling her pearl with precision, relishing every soft sigh and whimper that escapes her. When her hips begin to buck, you slip a finger inside, crooking it to seek out the rough patch deep within her. You begin a slow drag against it, delighting in the way she scrunches the bridge of her nose.

“Oh…that feels good!” She exclaims.

“Good girl.” You coo to her. “Can you take more?”

“Please…” Comes her response, almost a whine.

You slide in a second finger, using your thumb to tap lightly at her bud simultaneously. Her arousal has already thoroughly soaked your hand, and you don’t mind at all.

“So wet for me, Princess.”

She clenches around you at the praise, her thighs trembling as you feel her begin to tense.

She grasps your wrist tightly, her eyes wide. “What is that?!”

“Your peak, sweet girl.” You explain quietly. “Just relax, let it go, you’re doing so well.”

The strangled wail she smits is one you are sure you will commit to memory forever, as you continue to work your fingers inside of her as she tightens and spasms around them. Her eyes screw shut, as she throws her head back, lost in her ecstasy and you watch her transfixed.

Once she is calmed, you remove your hand, smoothing her skirts back over her legs and allowing her to collapse against you, breathing heavily.

“Good girl.” You utter, stroking her silky hair.

You can feel the thud of her heart against your chest as you hold her close.

Two hearts that beat as one.

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emilykaldwen · 6 months

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You're the Lighting of the Blaze

Ship: Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen (Jacelaena) Rating: Mature Word Count: 6,484 Warnings: Targcest and light, consensual somnophilia written for the @hotd-bigbang banner by @nyctophilic0vitnir Summary: On the eve of war, all that Jacaerys holds dear is poised to be stolen from him. But the fire flows through him just as the rest of his family, and a dragon does not surrender his treasure so easily.

(Jace x Helaena Betrothal AU) (Title from NFWMB by Hozier)

“Helaena?” he whispered harshly, reaching up to remove his mask but pausing before he could. “Fucking thing,” he muttered, trying to look around and see if he could spot the glimmering blue and gold and silver of his betrothed. “Ābrazyyrys, skoriot ilā?” The Valyrian flowed more easily from his mouth than it had before. Helaena made studying… fun. He wished they were back in bed, her mouth on him while she made him practice reciting the prophecies of Daenys the Dreamer. “Vasīr ābrazyyrys ikson daor,” came a smooth voice, the words like a song, a dream. The scent of lemon wafted around him and he felt a warm hand stroking up his spine. “Don’t turn around.” Her voice was soft and commanding all the same and it made a shiver roll through his body, heat and arousal, excitement and nerves. “Did you come all this way just to find me, ñuha jorrāelagon?” Her mouth brushed against his shoulder. Her fingers curled nervously - he knew it was nervously by how tightly she clung - into his tunic. “I dreamed you.” “I don’t know the word for bride,” he apologized, voice in a rush, breathless. His heart was thudding in his ears. “I’ve dreamed of you too. But we have to go.” A yearning edge to his voice and he tilted his head back to the sky as if praying for the opportunity to do it. Helaena’s arms moved to wind around his waist from behind, and she pressed her face between his shoulder blades. His hands came to rest over hers in a soothing motion, but as much as he wanted to wind in her embrace - “We have to get out of here.”

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two-white-butterflies · 11 months

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dorothea part two of five | h. targaryen

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

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

Was she really about to give into her horny desires?

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

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

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

Yes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dun! Dun!

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

She freezes at the sight.

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

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

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

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

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

People always wanted something in return.

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

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

Helaena couldn't sleep that night.

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

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

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

But it was human at the end of the day.

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

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

zzzzzzzzzzz

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

Satan 100% has a spot reserved for her.

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

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

It couldn't be.

Nope, she was just going mad.

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

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

Oh, she was defo going mad.

part three

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thattargboy · 1 year

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Imagine…

Being Helaena’s darling sibling and you’re too proud to admit you’re afraid of her insects.

You sat with your sister in her chambers as she explained to you of all her scaly, jittery and strange little creatures. Her voice was soft, like she was in a trance, and you knew these insects were her greatest friends, aside from you.

However, you long stopped paying attention. All you could do know was count the freckles on her nose and the stars in her eyes.

“Would you like to hold one?” Helaena asked, taking you out of your own trance, as she held up a writhing little millipede, its hundreds of legs flailing about.

“Of course,” you smiled, extending the palm of your hand out to her jittery little friend. Your heart raced as she cupped your hand and held it still, and then it raced for a different reason when the creature touched your skin.

She traced the back of your hand with gentle fingertips, trying to soothe you, like you yourself was some frightened little creature your sweet sister had added to her collection.

“You’re a dragonrider,” Helaena said with an amused smile and a soft, wistful tone. “You’re not scared of a blind bug, are you?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, looking away from the thousands of little legs skittering across your hand. “Of course not, sweet sister. What do you take me for?”

She hummed and watched the little creature crawling from your hand to your wrist, her smile growing sweetly mischievous.

“Perhaps I shall leave it there, then, and you would be trapped with me forever,” Helaena says, equal parts adoring and impish.

“How about we make a deal?” You tried to put on your usual playful arrogance, but it just came out as nervousness. “You get to keep me forever, if you take this accursed creature off of me.”

“That sounds like a good deal,” Helaena took the bug off your arm before it reached your shoulder, and you leaned down to steal a kiss.

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dedicatednotobsessed · 11 months

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The Outcast [Modern!Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader]

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Summary: Growing up, you didn’t have many friends. People bullied you and called you “the weird girl.” One day, you witnessed them bullying another girl…Helaena Targaryen, the daughter of one of the most prestigious men in all of Westeros. You bonded over being outcasts and became closer the older you got. It’s your senior year of High School and you realized Hel has been acting a bit strange as of late….

Gif doesn’t belong to me 💚

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You lightly twirled your pencil around your fingers, your eyebrows scrunched in concentration as you tried to focus on your History text book. More often than not, the library was a nice and quiet place to study, although as of late it was nothing but chatter. All the girls were talking of the upcoming Senior Prom which caused you to scoff. A part of you were upset because your long time boyfriend, Evin Strong, broke up with you just a few days ago.

You jumped when a text book suddenly slammed down next to you and you looked up to see your best friend laughing. “Gods, Hel,” You mumbled looking back down at your textbook.

“Well, I’ve been calling your name for two minutes and you wouldn’t answer,” Helaena replied while sitting next to you. “Are you still sulking over Evin?” She asked with a raised brow.

You blew out a breath. “The way he did it was just kind of shitty,” You said with a shrug.

Hel waved you off a bit. “He was a loser anyway.” She leaned close to you. “If you would like, I can put a few roaches in his locker,” She whispered causing you to giggle.

Helaena had a massive bug collection, always having a bleeding heart for the creatures. You didn’t mind it though; you actually thought it to be fascinating. Many people found her to be strange not only for that but because she often talked to herself and was often shy around others.

“I’ll be okay, but thank you,” You replied while scrunching up your nose and giggled a bit.

“The offer’s always on the table,” She assured you causing you to laugh more. Helaena smiled a soft smile and looked down. “How about we have a girl’s sleepover?” She suddenly suggested. “We haven’t had one in forever.”

You looked over to your best friend, noticing her not looking your way and furrowed your brows a bit seeing her fidgeting with her fingers. “I would love to,” You replied offering her a soft smile.

Helaena was right though. It has been a while since you’ve last spent the night at one another’s house. Evin found Helaena to be strange and he sadly caused your relationship with her to be strained. Although, she was the first person to comfort you when he broke your heart.

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“My uniform is itchy!” You whined to your mother with a pout.

“I know, Y/N and I know it’s something that you’re not used to but just think about how good this opportunity would be for us,” Your mother assured you while stroking back your hair.

You had recently moved to King’s Landing from the river lands because your mother got a job opportunity working with Targaryen enterprises. Being only in the fifth grade, you weren’t blind to your financial status; ever since your father left you and your mother you have been struggling.

“Now, chin up, buttercup,” Your mom said giving you a smile as she lifted your chin so you could meet her gaze. “Go and learn some new things and make some friends! I should be home around five, okay?”

You groaned but nodded and turned towards the large school. You fiddled with the strap of your backpack as you headed up the steps, the butterflies erupting in your stomach. At your old school, you had a hard time making friends because you weren’t into the normal things others were into. You just hoped it would be different here in the capital.

You frowned hearing a group of children laughing and you headed towards the school yard seeing a group of boys and girls surrounded by a girl with silver hair cascading down her back crouched in the middle. She seemed to be hunched over something.

“Are you really crying over a spider?” You heard one boy taunt the girl.

As you walked closer, you saw the girl with tears rolling down her cheeks and the body of a spider cupped in her hands. You frowned glancing around as the sound of laughter only seemed to echo.

“Leave her alone!” You suddenly exclaimed, the laughter seemed to die down as you pushed through.

A girl scoffed. “The new girl is protecting Helaena the idiot.” She pouted. “How sweet.”

You narrowed your eyes a bit while bending down and pulled the girl close to you. “You shouldn’t make fun of people over things they like,” You spat with a frown.

A few of the children laughed. “Is this really how you want to be seen as?” Another boy spoke up with a raised brow. “Maybe you can join the loser squad with her.”

You picked up a rock and threw it at the boy’s head suddenly with narrowed eyes, everyone standing there shocked. “Leave her alone,” You repeated.

You watched them scatter and let out a sigh before you looked down at the girl as she calmed under your touch while you stroked her hair.

“T-they’re right you know.” The girl sniffled as she released the hug and wiped at her violet eyes. “You don’t want to be friends with me.”

You shook your head. “I’d rather be friends with you than those losers,” You said giving her a wide smile.

She laughed a bit causing you to laugh with her. “I-I’m Helaena, by the way,” She introduced herself.

Your smile only grew as you shook her hand. “I’m Y/N.” Your eyes wandered down to the body of the spider. “How about we go and give him a proper burial?” You offered.

Helaena nodded while wiping at her eyes a bit more. “Y-yeah,” She replied taking your hand when you offered it to help her up.

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You sat in front of Helaena while she braided your hair. You enjoyed the feeling of her fingers through your hair; you couldn’t describe it but it soothed you.

“So, do you have a date to prom?” You asked after a moment.

Helaena shook her head while smiling a bit. “No, you know no one wants to go with me,” She replied scrunching up her nose a bit. “I was thinking on asking Aemond but I know he doesn’t like dances all too much.”

“Are you still planning on going?” You asked with a raised brow and traded places with her to braid her hair next.

She nodded. “You don’t always to have a date in order to have fun,” She reminded you.

You smiled a bit while you took the brush, nodding with her advice. You sat up on your knees as you lightly ran your fingers through Hel’s hair before you began to brush it.

“I still think any guy would be lucky to have you,” You stated with a cheerful smile.

Helaena looked down, furrowing her brows a bit. You weren’t blind to her behavior every time you mentioned a boy. She always seemed shy around them, yet you never understood the full reason.

You took sections of her hair, humming lightly as you braided it for her before glancing up when the door opened.

“Mom says it’s almost time for bed,” Hel’s youngest brother, Daeron spoke up as he poked his head in. “Because it’s a school night. Her words, not mine,” He added quickly.

Helaena giggled a bit while she stood up to give Daeron a hug. “Thanks, bubby,” She replied kissing the top of his head.

You smiled at the sibling affection as you went over to your duffel bag of clothes. Helaena turned after she closed the door while you slipped your jeans and shirt off, her face flushing red, yet she didn’t stop her gazing.

You thought you knew everything about your best friend, yet there was a big secret she was keeping from you.

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You fiddled with the skirt of your blush pink mermaid style dress while you waited outside of the Prom venue. Helaena had told you to wait for her outside but it has been close to fifteen minutes now.

You glanced down at your phone, yet your Lock Screen was blank. You looked around once more before slowly making your way inside. The theme was Midnight Ball, based off of Cinderella. You checked your phone once more and took a deep breath before slipping it in your clutch.

“Y/N?”

You turned hearing the familiar voice and furrowed your brows at the sight of your ex, your face settling into a glare. “Sara Snow wasn’t enough for you?” You questioned Evin.

Evin chuckled at that. “It was only a one time thing, my love,” He assured you while trying to walk closer to you but you stepped away. He had cheated on you with a Junior named Sara Snow and broke up with you to be with her.

You scoffed while rolling your eyes. “I find that hard to believe,” You mumbled, your back hitting the drinks table.

When he tried to touch you again, you grabbed a plastic cup of punch and threw it in his face. You glanced over when you heard a giggle and your breath caught in your throat at the sight of Helaena. You felt your heart speed up, looking over her; she was in a stunning emerald green sleeveless ball gown. She looked like an absolute Princess.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Hel said a bit sheepishly while she looked down at her hands.

You shook your head walking closer to your friend. You met her violet eyes and it seemed as though your heart skipped a beat. She looked absolutely ethereal. You have had certain feelings for Helaena for a few years now, yet you knew she didn’t feel the same way. Which is how you ended up with a prick of a boyfriend.

“Would you like to dance?” You offered your hand to her.

Helaena gushed and nodded as she happily took your hand and you led her out to the dance floor. You wrapped your arms around her neck, hers going to your waist and you leaned your head against hers, a slow song coming on.

Helaena bit her lip gently as she gazed into your eyes. “I need to tell you something, Y/N,” She said suddenly.

You furrowed your brows. “What is it? Is everything okay?”

Hel took a deep breath. “I-I like you, Y/N,” She said a bit sheepishly. “Not as just a friend…I have had feelings for you for a while now a-and I just had to get it off my chest. I couldn’t hide it from you…b-but please don’t see me as anything different.”

You slowed to a stop, looking into her eyes. There was a slight sparkle to them, it reminded you of amethysts. You reached up placing a hand on her cheek and leaned in, kissing her suddenly.

Helaena was surprised at first but she quickly kissed back, moving her arms around your neck. You slowly released while leaning your head against hers.

“That’s all I ever wanted to hear,” You admitted with a giggle feeling the tears in your eyes.

Hel returned your smile, laughing with you and she leaned in kissing you once more as you stood in the middle of the dance floor. You were relieved that you didn’t have to hide yourself anymore. Helaena was more than your best friend…she was your person who helped you become your true self and you were hers.

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remedialsadness · 2 days

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I Know You

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen x Reader

Content Warning: Mature: Minors please don't interact, Period-Relevant Misogyny, Arranged Marriage, Targcest (Set post Aegon-Helaena wedding), Infidelity, Mild blood: Someone got their finger pricked by a needle.

Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Yearning, Second tag for Super Yearning.

Word Count: 8,737

Summary: You are a Lady of a minor noble house—One of many allies of House Hightower’s. You’ve been to Oldtown for numerous times and you’ve always been interested in the only daughter of Alicent Hightower after seeing her few portraits. Meeting Helaena multiple times though you both don’t run in the same circles—You both communicated through letters—An opportunity came when her wedding with her brother, Aegon II, approached. Alicent is in search of a lady-in-waiting for the Princess. You were chosen, to your surprise. In the swirl of events you are in arms distance to Princess Helaena, a chance to know more of her.

Title inspired by Faye Webster’s song.

Additional chapter has an indulgent Reincarnation/Modern!AU.

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justinalovee · 9 months

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Okay you got me with Helaena x Reader x Aegon

Gonna share a thought that has been hunting me for ages, that is Aegon and Helaena with little sister aka Aemond's twin (if you don't like the incest ignore this pls, she grow'd up really close to Aegon and Helaena and one night after she has a nightmare and she goes to seek her sister comfort, so she catches Aegon and Helaena fucking and its her sexual awakening (she would 17/18 of course).

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Pairing: Aegon Targaryen × Reader × Helaena Targaryen

Word Count: 631

Warnings: Incest, oral sex, dry humping, smut, swearing, hint of religious shame, perving

Summary: You walk in on Aegon and Helaena fucking for the first time

A/N: All characters are 18+! minors DNI. Thank you for the fun request! This work is part of an on going mini series

You couldn’t get the icy blue eyes that bore into you out of your mind. The world was nothing but ice, full of death. Three men who looked as if they were made of ice led an army of the dead, along with a dragon that breathed blue flames.

It was just a dream.

Gulping down, you head towards the secret door that separates your sleeping quarters from your older sister Helaena’s while rubbing away tears that spilled from the corner of your eyes. You knew Helaena was the only one who wouldn’t judge you for being shaken after having a bad dream. Your twin brother Aemond would definitely tease you, and depending on Aegon’s mood, he probably would as well in a joking manner, not realizing how upset you were.

Taking a few deep breaths, you shakily make your way towards the door hidden by a painting and go to push it open, but stop when you hear a moaning sound. You’re about to call out and ask if she’s okay, but stop when you hear Aegon’s voice.

“That’s it; take all of it like a good girl.”

You creak the hidden door open enough to see into her bedchambers, and you gasp seeing Helaena grinding against her pillow while sucking Aegon’s cock. Your jaw goes slack; you had never seen either of them naked before. You didn’t quite understand what you were watching, but they both seemed to be enjoying it, especially Helaena, who was now squealing.

You knew it was wrong to watch, but you couldn’t pull yourself away.

Helaena squeezed her breasts as she let out a finally whining sound that was muffled by Aegon’s dick in her mouth. She topped grinding the pillow and let go of Aegon, whipping away the saliva that had fallen from her lips, then moved to lay on her back. Aegon stroked himself a few times before positioning himself between her thighs and thrusting into her. The room is filled with nothing but the sounds of skin slapping together and their moans.

“Hmm,” Helaena says, pinching her nipples. “Please, please, please.”

“Use your words; tell me what you want.”

Pouting, Helaena says, “I want to cum.”

A wicked grin spreads across Aegon’s face; he licks two of his fingers before lowering them and rubbing circles on Helaena’s clits. A sensation you’ve never felt before starts to form in your core. Instinctively, you look down, feeling a wetness gathering between your legs that started to drip down your thighs.

This was sinful.

You’d only come to seek comfort in your sweet sister's arms, and now you’re watching a private moment meant to be shared between man and wife. What bothered you the most was how much you enjoyed it.

“Fuck!”

“That’s it,” Aegon says in a teasing voice. “Cum all over your husband's dick like a good girl; cover me in your sweet juices.”

Helaena arches her back, crying out before collapsing back onto her back. Aegon thrust into her a few more times before letting out a loud grunt. He leans forward and captures her lips in his; the simple action caused your breath to capture in your throat. You wondered what it would be like to kiss both of them and whose lips would feel more soft against your own. No, no, no, this was wrong. You loved them both so much, they were your best friends, but they were married, and you had no business thinking about them in that way.

Aegon pulls out and lifts Helaena’s legs up, spreading them open so her swollen, wet cunt is on display. He looks smug, watching as his cum drips out of her.

Knowing it was impossible for you to interrupt now, you turn and head back to your bedchamber.

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Pacing back and forth, you hold the necklace that represents the faith of the seven in your hand, hoping the mother would forgive you for the sin you had just committed. You doubted your own mother would; she was hell-bent on betrothing you to your twin, and if either of them found out what you did, you don’t imagine Aemond would take you as a wife. Not that you should care much since you don’t love him in that way, but it was your duty to your house.

When you had returned to your bedchambers, you had tossed and turned feeling restless and ended up pleasuring yourself with the memory of Aegon and Helaena. You imagined what her breasts would feel like against your tongue while pretending your fingers belonged to Aegon.

Hearing a knock at your door, you place your robe on and go to open it, expecting it to be the tea you asked to be brought up.

“Brother?”

Aegon walks into your room, “unable to sleep?”

You nod and say, “Yes, I’ve asked for some tea to be brought up. Would you like some?”

“No,” he says softly. “You know, next time you can join us if you like.”

Fuck.

Assuming he was mad, you struggled to talk. “I..uh… what?”

“We heard your footsteps echoing and assumed you’d turn back when you first noticed us, but then you didn’t.”

“I’m so sorry—”

“I didn’t mind, and neither did Helaena.”

“I don’t understand.”

He sits on the edge of the bed, and you motion for him to join you. “Me and Helaena got married out of duty; for us, love and friendship came after we wed. But with you, it’s different. We both care about you a lot.”

“Does Helaena know you are here?”

He chuckles, “Yes and no. She was going to come with me, but she fell asleep. Did you enjoy what you saw?”

“Yes.” You blush. “It... confused me at first because I thought a man and woman only lay together for duty, but you both seemed to be into it.”

“Fucking is for pleasure, sweet girl, and one day when you’re ready, both me and Helaena will gladly show you all the pleasures sex can offer, and It seems you've had your sexual awakening tonight.”

“I’m to be betrothed to Aemond.”

Aegon kisses your cheek and says, “I wouldn’t worry about that sweet girl.”

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starogeorgina · 9 months

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Heart of glass

Warning: Swearing, hints of smut

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen × Targaryen OC

1.01

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯, 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘙𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳; 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥; 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦��, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯.

The sweetness of ale burns your throat as you finish the last of your cup. You forced a fake laugh when one of the men sharing a table with you made a terrible joke. It was a common joke that the sheep in the Vale were more attractive than the woman, and being the heir to Runestone, you heard that joke a lot.

Your eyes travel to the doorway when a girl dressed as a peasant walks in. Underneath the oversized clothes and dirty-looking hat were the most beautiful people you’d ever seen. Princess Helaena Targaryen.

You didn’t care much about pleasure houses, but the men and women who protected your home did, and occasionally you’d pay for their nights of indulgence as a thank you for their service. Chataya’s was an upscale brothel on the street of silk, a place no one would be surprised to find the daughter of the rogue prince, but the daughter of Queen Alicent and King Viserys Targaryen was another matter. After a few moments of debating with yourself about whether to approach Helaena or leave her be, you decided to talk to her.

“Lena, I’m glad to see you here.”

She smiles shyly at you. The first time you met in the brothel, you mutually decided it was best to call each other by different names. It didn’t take you long to figure out who she was the first time you laid eyes on her, mainly because of how bad her disguise was and also because Rhaenyra had told you how sweet her younger sister was. Her silver hair, lilac eyes, and kind nature were unmistakable.

Helaena’s attention moves across the room, her lilac eyes lingering on the woman getting fucked by two men. “Do you think she’s enjoying it?” Helaena asks quietly. “That being touched like that can bring women as much satisfaction as it does a man?”

The princess had shared with you before that her mother taught her to believe that sex was an act of duty to give her husband heirs. After weeks of observing sexual acts, nothing seemed to peak the princess’s interest, but then again, watching women fake orgasms did nothing for you either. Suddenly, the thought occurred that the princess might prefer another part of the brothel she had never seen before.

You offer her your hand and ask, “Do you trust me?”

Helaena links her fingers with yours and lets you lead her through the building until you reach a back room. You push the door open and look back to see Helaena’s eyes immediately widen. The section of the brothel was female only, and the sex acts being performed seemed more pleasurable.

You stand by the entrance, taking in the scene in front of you as three women take turns eating out a stunning brunette’s cunt. Feeling hot breath on the back of your neck, you turn to see Helaena staring at you, eyes blown with lust. A thrill of excitement ran through you when Helaena linked her fingers with your own, her gentle touch igniting a spark inside you. You gulp, “Drink?”

She nods.

You wave the woman carrying a tray full of cups over and take two from it. Helaena hesitates, sniffing the drink before tasting it, causing you to let out an involuntary giggle. You tasted the dark liquid yourself and discovered that they were serving what tasted like fine wine in this part of the brothel. After a moment, you take her hand in yours again and lead the princess to a quieter, darker corner of the room. Dark mesh curtains hung from the ceilings that would give you a little more privacy, enough that you and Helaena could observe more discreetly. You settled into a comfortable position on a small bed that was covered in multiple pillows. Your eyes remained glued to the brunette, who was now kneeling on all fours, moaning in pleasure.

After some time passes, Helaena leans into you and says, “I didn’t know women could give each other pleasure like this.”

“Fucking isn’t just an act of duty; it can be as pleasurable for the woman as it is for the man.”

She stares at you doe-eyed and asks, “Have you experienced it?”

“Yes, from women.”

She chews on her bottom lip, and you take the unsureness in her eyes and her silence as a sign something is wrong. The last thing you wanted was for the princess to become uncomfortable. “If you want to leave—”

“No,” she says, cutting you off. “I just—would you—can you help me feel like that?”

Not expecting to hear those words from her mouth, you pause. It’s not until you notice the look of rejection on her face that you realize you haven’t answered. You smile, “who am I to refuse such an offer, but only if you are sure?”

Your mind goes foggy as Helaena presses her lips against your own. Her lips were soft and tasted of wine. When you pull back to catch your breath, you instruct Helaena to sit between your legs and face the other way, so she’s able to see the other women. Your fingers brush along the side of her arms. “I will do my best to make you feel good; this I promise, but just not tonight. For now, I want you to watch and see what you might like to try.”

Helaena was far too good to be touched in a brothel; she was more than a drunken grope you’d soon forget about. She deserved to be cherished and worshiped properly.

“When are you returning to Runestone?” She asked quietly.

“I’m not; I’m going to Dragonstone to stay with my father.”

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rushtoprove · 1 year

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a princess and her secrets

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

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

words: 3635

warnings: sexual references

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

It made her want to scream.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And do you think yourself a man?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tomorrow.” It was agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are the strangest person I know.”

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

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

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lovelykhaleesiii · 22 days

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Aegon is the best big brother to his sweet sister, who is in third trimester of pregnancy; not only does he help her relieve the feeling of her heavy breasts by sucking on her tits greedily like a babe, he sometimes helps the aching feeling between her legs by sticking his cock, tongue or fingers in her cunny

Such a good brother, especially when she’s not even his wife

Blood of my Blood.

PAIRING: Older!Brother!Aegon ii Targaryen x Little!Sister!Fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,715.

WARNINGS: incest to the max, implied affair [Aegon is the father of the child], age gap [reader is of mature/consensual age], lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slight reference to breeding kink, p in v sexual intercourse, possessive!Aegon, swearing.

A/N - now I NEVER write brother x sister tropes even in the ASOIAF universe just because it’s not really my cup of tea, but this ask sparked something very very feral in me. I might make a neice x uncle version of this or a Daddy Aeg x daughter!reader version.

credit to the owners of the images.

Curse the Gods who afflicted the journey of motherhood, for it could be such a gruelling thing... Heading into the final few moons of your first pregnancy, you had never felt such intense discomfort in your life. Your beloved mother, Queen Alicent, had informed you of such grievances, although with little empathy for her pregnancies had been quite embracing and facile. Your eldest sister, Helaena, having already given birth to a set of twins, now in the early stages of her current pregnancy with your elder brother, Aemond, could somewhat console you, becoming an anchor of support.

It was Aegon, your eldest of the siblings, that you seemed most attached to, for it was Aegon that granted you bliss in your pregnancy, more so than your absent husband, some delinquent lord of the Vale. You had argued your way with your mother, and batted your eyes to your father, begging you to stay in King's Landing, in familiar territory with the finest maesters at hand. More so, it was Aegon who had plotted with you this essential plan.

"Do you truly think that the maesters of the Vale and that imbecile you call husband will keep you safe and satisfied, dear sister? Not in the least... But I can."

Aegon's temptress of a tongue was convincing alone, although it had been his merciful gestures of chivalry that kept you sane and grounded. Easing your aches and pains of expecting, Aegon became your sole beacon of ease, like the formidable arms of a warrior and you, the damsel he heroically carries.

"Do they ache again, sweet sister?"

The softness in his husky, drowsy voice breaking the silence of the chamber, woke you whole from your half-hearted daze. You had both succumbed to slumber [often Aegon insisted that you remain closely by his side, even in bed] what felt like hours long ago, and yet through the ginger firelight, by the open window, night remained swallowing the sky.

"Mhmm-" You uneasily stir: weakly trying to muster enough strength to sit yourself upright: however, with the sheer, bulging mass of your grown belly you visibly struggled until Aegon's efforts of pulling you effortlessly upright ended your dilemma.

"Want me to help, princess?"

His calloused, thick hands began to rub small, soothing circles against your lower back, knowing the babe inside exerted much pressure on your lower spine: its weight growing more rigid with each passing month.

"You've helped me enough, Aegon. I mustn't ask more from you... If this state is any indication of me being a mother, consider me a terrible one," You defeatedly utter, one hand stretched from behind supporting your upright position, whilst the other softly caressed at the protruding temple of your clothed belly.

"Don't speak like that, Y/N, dearest. This is your first babe, you must understand your body is adjusting. Hel suffered a great deal with the twins also, and now, look at her... You are going to be a beautiful mother, indeed. I have no doubt...C'me here."

Lightly tapping at your exposed thigh, your night gown had been pulled up just below your way with all the commotion and movement. Obeying, Aegon summoned you onto his lap, shirtless he had entered the bed, however before you could even gather motion to straddle yourself atop: he'd managed to tear away his undergarments, leaving his exposed girth, reddened at the tip with excitement. Modestly covering himself with the sheer, ivory linen.

"Right now?" Your snappy tone vicious, however Aegon remained unfazed.

"Well, little sister, if I'm being quite frank it seems you've been dreaming quite vividly... Do you not hear the moans and pleas that escape your lips in sleep, crying out for me, begging... Want your elder to sate you, is it? Was that babe growing inside of you not enough, you wish me to spoil you some more, hmm?"

"A-Aeg- We shouldn't..." You meekly whimper, a surge of heat coursing through your face, certain your cheeks had grown scarlet with shame.

"All you had to do was ask."

His dark voice a low growl, like some concealed predator eager to ambush. Aegon's motions remained in contrast, tender and cautious, easing your delicate and sensitive frame over his wide, gelatinous thighs. A scorching sensational painfully heightened sent lightning bolts in waves throughout the entirety of your body, shuddering with excitement as your aching cunt eased itself over his pulsating cock. It had been a while since you had been intimate with Aegon like this, prior to the pregnancy in fact: the changes your body had undergone since were bracing and raw.

Feeling the tensity beneath and the heat as you began to bob ever so slowly and sensually over Aegon's tense, fat cock: feeling its hard tip hitting at your cervix [you had hoped rather than the babe]. Your tight walls overstretched, desperate to adjust to his girthy width, you swore to yourself it had never felt this stimulating ever before: every primal sense in your body, every fibre of your being resisting the urge to collapse into a faint against Aegon's soft chest, gripping onto the bare, pale skin of his broad shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, rūs [baby], doing so-so well. It hurts I know, but Daddy's gonna make you feel so much better. Keep going, princess."

Head rolling back in admiration, you felt the intensity from between your inner thighs beginning to lessen, a wetness pooling between, coating the friction to ease the motions. Your hands release their strong hold over him, as your eyes began to wonder over his body, you had immediately noticed the raw, reddened marks lashed across his ivory skin. To avoid any more damage, you guide your relaxed hands up towards Aegon's short strands.

Tugging and playfully pulling at the loose, platinum locks, whilst Aegon's face remained buried, eagerly lapping at your petal-like skin on the base of your neck. One strong arm snaked around your back, gripping you firmly by the neck providing some lumbar support, whilst the other strategically untied the knots of lace at the front of your night gown, exposing your voluptuously full tits. Hardened nipples raw and perky, even as Aegon teasingly flicked at your tit with this thumb, a grimace forming across his handsome face you felt against your skin: kneading the swollen, plump flesh with his palm, you instinctively squirmed and moaned with such debility.

"Seven Hells, you are so fucking full, dārilaros [princess]. This babe is going to be so spoiled. Such a good Mumma, already eager with milk for the bub... Could feed the an entire realm, Mumma."

"J-Just you A-Aeg. Only you get to taste this sweet m-milk before the babe. T-Tell me how good I taste," Stuttering whimpers mottled between mouthful of moans echoed between the dense walls of Aegon's royal chambers. His fat cock still buried and plunging itself deeply inside of you, penetrating against your already tainted and filled womb, Aegon's hand cupped at your breast from beneath. Lifting your tit upwards, latching his mouth tightly against its curvature peak.

"Mhmm- Keep going big boy... M-Making me feel s-so good, A-Aeg. H-Have your full."

The imminent relief your occupied tit began to succumb to, felt like a blissful dream. You felt your breath could finally release, not hitched against your throat from the sheer agony of feeling it was about to burst. The milk you intently sensed, lusciously pouring into Aegon's ravenous mouth, his plump, moist lips suckling at your skin, totally encompassing the nipple in its entirety. His teeth lightly gnawed at your flesh, however, it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless.

"So w-warm and fresh- Gonna f-fill me up so fucking much. P-Poor princess... The weight of these, the copious a-amount- I-I'm greedy for you. Sh-Should've fucked you earlier in your womanhood... Drenching your w-womb of my seed, till we fill the keep i-if need be. M-Mother would rather enjoy it."

Aegon, famished like a destitute of the realm, bathed his taste-buds of your milk from one breast and onto the other: regaining his breath between each as he felt inclined to credit your production. Descending his face down once more, he spared no further second wasting away, as he continued to fervently feed, like a man starved of pure water.

"Th-The el-eldest you may b-be, such a b-big baby y-you are. S-So needy for me, huh? A-Always needing t-to take me, m-make me yours. Every bit of me... Is devout t-to you, A-Aegon."

As if your breathless, sensual words had struck a chord in him, a man gone mad with a fever. His hold on you had tightened, his mouth suckled deeper, tugging at the flesh of your bosom, whilst his cock felt it had grown a size more inside of you. The wet mess coating between your inner thighs now glazed all over Aegon's plump lap, expressed no denial of his power over you, the purpose he gave to you. In theory and practice, you felt your body collapsing into a bliss, a shudder of ecstasy waved through your feeble body as you screamed for Aegon, a gush of your wetness coating all over his stiff cock buried inside. Only to be met with Aegon's mutual appreciation of your vulnerability and submission towards him.

"That's it, baby. Such a beautiful woman... Gevives [beauty]. You honour me with this holy act. You privilege me to your womb, your body and your life... Skorkydoso kostagon nyke mirre deny ao mirros? [How can I ever deny you anything?]."

Easing yourself off of Aegon, your limp, frail body tiresome and relieved of such exploits endured. Aegon knew better than to leave you to your own strength, as absent as it was: carrying you over towards your empty side of the bed, still laying you closely against his natural warmth.

"Continue to serve me, brother. And I shall pay it back 100 times over... And besides, if it had not been for your mischief many moons ago, I would not be in such a state. Although, I wouldn't have it any other way, Aegon... I love you."

"Avy jorrāelan [I love you], my dearest, sweet little sister. Continue as you are and I might have to fuck another babe in you once more to teach you a lesson or two."

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oosleepyfaeoo · 1 month

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A Kiss Is All I Need

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Chapter One

Summary: 2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. 2 months crying and feeling like shit but that all stopped when he meet you on that dreadful clothing store.

Warnings: Some angst, Aegon being the wingman, she/her pronouns, slow burn, eventual smut

Words: 2k

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A/N: English is not my main language so i apologize for bad grammar but i hope you still like it! Feel free to reblog and comment! It would make me really happy to know you guys thoughts (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

“Seriously, Aemond. Relax a little.” Aegon drawls, eyeing his little brother carefully.

Aemond stood beside his brother, tense as a rock, contemplating his surroundings while his long pale fingers toy with his old, stained t-shirt. They currently stood in the middle of the clothing store, waiting for their sister Helaena while she chose some new and clean clothes for Aemond.

His siblings finally, after a month of rotting in his penthouse, dragged him out of the house to get some fresh air and apparently, some new clothes.

Aemond just shot his brother a glare and continued nervously toying with his t-shirt. Aegon rolls his eyes. “She did a number on you, didn’t she?” He says with a small frown.

2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. He still remembers how his heart beat so fast against his ribcages while he searched the whole house for her, noticing that all her clothes and jewelry (which he gifted to her) were gone.

He met her at one of his family company parties. Alys was the secretary of Lyonel Strong. Aemond was completely in awe with her when his eye landed on her, the way she moved so gracefully, and how her green eyes sparkled with mischief and wisdom.

When they made their relationship public, it was quite a shock for everyone, especially his mother. He was 23 and she was 35 at the time which was entirely understandable since they had a big age gap, twelve years to be precise.

“I don’t want to talk about her.” Aemond murmurs, trying his hardest to not think about Alys.

Aegon sighs and wraps his arm around his brother's shoulders. “I know you don’t... But try to loosen up a little.” He looks at Aemond worriedly. “Everyone is worried about you... Seven Hells, even Jace, and Luke are worried-”

Aemond looked down with a frown when suddenly he felt a gentle pull on his jeans. By his feet was a little girl dressed in a princess costume, full of pink and sparkly glitter. Her black hair hangs in two cute pigtails and a small simple tiara on top of her head.

The child looks carefully at Aemond, her eyes fixed on his eyepatch. “Are you a pirate?” She asks with an excited grin, her big round eyes shining in mischief.

Aegon burst out laughing while Aemond just stood there, looking down at the small girl in shock.

She huffs in annoyance and pulls the fabric of his jeans again. “Well?”

Noticing that Aemond does not intend to answer the poor girl, Aegon kneels beside the girl and gives her a kind smile.

“Sorry kid but he’s no pirate.” His answer made the girl frown in disappointment. “But he’s a Prince!” Now that made her look at Aemond in surprise and then back at Aegon, eyeing carefully.

“If he’s a Prince then why he doesn't smile?” She asks.

That pierce a little Aemond’s heart. Kneeling, he grabbed her small hand and gave her a small smile. “I’m sad... So that’s why I don’t smile much, little Princess.”

The girl giggles at her nickname but quickly disappears as she frowns, looking into his eye intensely. Then she took a step forward, placed her tiny hands on his cheeks, and kissed the point of his nose. Aemond stood very still, his eye wide in surprise at the girl's gesture.

She pulls back and smiles in excitement. “There! A kiss always pushes the sadness away!” The girl says proudly. “My mommy always kisses me whenever I'm sad or hurt.”

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“Em!” You call while looking everywhere in the clothing store for your daughter. “Emily! Where are you?!”

You can’t take that girl anywhere without getting a panic attack. You love to the death, she was your sun and moon but sometimes you wish that your daughter wasn't so adventurous. You were finishing a client order when you noticed your daughter leaving the bakery and running into the clothing store right in front. This made you leave everything that you were doing and run after her.

Sighing in relief, you spot her by the men's section talking to 2 silver-headed men. “Emily!” You breathe out as you kneel and pull her into a hug. “Don’t you ever disappear on me again! Mommy’s heart can’t handle any more surprise adventures.”

Your daughter grins at you and points to the man with an eyepatch. “Mommy I found a Prince!” She says excitedly. “Don’t worry, he’s not a pirate.” She whispers that part to you which makes you chuckle.

You stood up, holding Emily in your arms. “I’m so sorry. I hope my daughter didn’t bother you too much.” You apologize.

The handsome eyepatch man stood still looking down at you. A light blush appears on your face as you study his face properly. He was tall, really tall, with beautiful silky long silver hair that was loosely braided. His features were sharp which made him even more attractive. His eye was colored in a lovely ice blue shade with a hint of light purple. A black eyepatch covers his other eye, and you notice a long scar coming out of it down to his cheek. He was dressed in a simple green t-shirt (which seems to have seen better days) some black jeans, and black Doctor Martens.

He seemed nervous as he began playing with his fingers. “Huh... It’s no problem. Your daughter is a very sweet child.” he smiles softly.

“Mommy! Mommy! The Prince was sad so I kissed his nose like you do to me when I'm sad or hurt. And now he’s happy!” Emily giggles while resting her head on your shoulder.

“That’s very sweet of you, Em... But you can’t go wander off and kiss strangers.” You sigh while giving an apologetic look to the silver-headed man. “You know that while mommy is working, you need to stay with Maria.”

Emily rolls her eyes and pouts. “Ugh, but Maria is boring! She stays in front of the computer all day and does nothing... I much prefer staying at home, at least I could play with Pumpkin.”

You adjust her tiara on her head and kiss her forehead gently. “I know but I can’t let you be at home alone, sweetheart.”

While you scold your daughter, trying to convince her to stay with your employee. Aegon stays silent studying the scene before him. He had noticed how Aemond suddenly couldn’t take his eye off you or how his pale cheeks suddenly turned pink when you smiled gently at him.

Aegon also noticed you eyeing his little brother which made him grin mischiefly. Oh, he had a plan forming in his head. A BIG plan.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude but it seems you are in need of a babysitter for this lovely Princess,” Aegon says while smiling at Emily who grins at him. He wraps his arm around Aemond’s shoulders and pulls him to his side. “My baby brother, Aemond, is in need of a job and he’s great with kids. He usually babysits our nephews. So, he knows how to take care of children.”

Aemond shot Aegon a glare and opened his lips to disagree with whatever his brother had in mind, but Aegon just smiled at him and stepped on his foot to silence him.

“So, what do you think?” Aegon grins down at you.

You frown gently. It’s true that you seriously needed a babysitter for Emily, but you don’t have time to look for one since being a single mother and owning a bakery occupy your days. Also, it’s hard to trust a stranger to look after your kid. Your friend, Nat, tried to convince you to hire a babysitter after Emily turned one year old but you quickly refused, saying that you could perfectly manage taking care of Emily and your business alone.

Oh boy, how wrong you were. Since Emily started walking, your life has been a nightmare. She was like a ninja. One minute she was there and the next, she was gone. Every day you would have to run off from your work to go find her. She loves exploring and she makes sure you know that, every, single, day.

Maybe Nat is right.

“Okay,” You sigh. Aegon clapped in victory and smiled at his brother. “But I will be needing an interview with Aemond. To see if he has the training that is needed to look after a child.”

“Of course! When?” Aegon asked while Aemond just stood there petrified.

“Tomorrow at 2 pm.” You took your business card and gave it to Aemond. “You will find me in my bakery shop. It’s right in front of this store.”

Aemond nodded and took your card. “Thank you... I’ll be there.”

You smile gently and say your goodbyes, taking Emily back to your shop. “Bye Bye Prince!” The girl waved to him with a toothless smile which made Aemond smile gently and wave back.

When you and Emily are out of the clothing store, Aemond turns to his brother and slaps roughly on his shoulder. “What in the actual fuck was that, Aegon?!” He growled.

Aegon hissed in pain and pouted. “Ouch!... Is this how you thank your big brother for getting you a date with that hot girl?!”

Aemond rolls his eye. “By making me a babysitter?” He sighs. “Look Aegon, I'm not ready to be with someone yet... Also, did you not think that maybe she has a husband?”

Aegon grins at him. “No ring on her finger so she’s probably single. And you are more than ready to be with someone... It’s been two months since you and Alys broke up, you had your time weep and now it’s time to go back into action.”

Helaena pops beside Aegon with her arms full of clothes that she chooses for Aemond. “Our little brother has a date tomorrow!” Aegon claps excitedly.

Helaena gasps in surprise and then looks back to the clothes in her arms and back to Aemond, frowning gently. “We need more clothes.” She whispers while going back into the clothing store with Aegon on her trail.

Aemond sighs in defeat but a tiny smile appears on his thin lips. He’s not going to lie, you seem really interesting.

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