#house of the dragon series rhaenyra x male reader

[armandisdaddy]

We’re Just Friends Chp.3-Modern Au! Rhaenyra x Dornish Male Reader

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Dornish Fem!Male Reader (House of Blackmont) Cragen Stark x Fem!Male Reader

Content/Warning: !!🔞PLUS!! Angst, Denial, Some Sexual Content, Tension,p in a penetration ,breeding kink, unprotected sex, Smut, oral both males receiving, toxic love, LOTS of Jealousy, and a bit of a love square. (No not a triangle lmfao) guy on guy action this chapter.

Author’s Notes:The reader and Rhaenyra are going to be quite back and forth but trust that the reader isn’t necessarily waiting for her. They know where things stand with her or at least that’s what they tell themselves so in this series you will see them dating or fucking other people. *shrugs*

Chapter Three

Last night was a bit of a blur. Not to mention this hangover was tearing you up. You had a brain splitting headache and you couldn’t even sit up without feeling like you wanted to hurl. Waking up you heard giggling in the living room and you knew exactly who it was…Lydia and Rhaenyra…how could she..? After what happened last night you thought..she’d realize the two of you were meant for each other…but old habits die hard you guessed. You sighed and dragged yourself into the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. Nyra gave you a knowing look and Lydia sneered at you. You rolled your eyes at the both of them and went back into your room. Plopping back into the bed you just wished you could disappear and be any where else away from here.

Your phone pinged and you saw it was your Nyra

Bestie

“Look last night was a mistake…I’m sorry. It won’t happen again and I know you hate me especially after what Lydia said to you but I promise she’s gonna be better.”

You don’t even bother to respond you left her on read and let out a loud “Wowwwww!!!!” Laughing obnoxiously did she really think that was going to make you forgive her after she used you and made you feel stupid again? Just when you were about to throw your phone somewhere you got another message

Unknown number

“Hey it’s Cragen…from the club last night. Sorry I didn’t get to text you I had gotten into the find that ended everyone’s night.”

You

“Oh so you and some other jackass ruined the party..lol I’m just kidding, hey.”

Cragen

“My apologies I had a bit too much to drink…so do you have anything planned for today? I wanted to actually hang out somewhere..maybe get to know you better.”

You

“No I was actually going to sleep off this headache but I’m down. Where we meeting up at?”

Cragen

“I know this great spot that has brunch. I’ll send you the location.”

You

Okay bet I’ll meet you there.

Without another thought you hopped into the shower with the biggest smile on your face. You were excited to make a new friend…maybe more even though this thing with Rhaenyra had your brain and heart at a war with each other. It wasn’t fair and you decided that there was to be no more slip up and now it was time to find out who you were without here. After you finished your shower you did some light eye make up and let your hair dry in its natural wavy state. Now it was time to find something to wear. Looking around in your closet you found a cute baby blue crop top and a denim miniskirt with white platform boots. “Cute.” You said to yourself looking at yourself one more time before grabbing your bag and keys to head out.

Walking past Rhaenyra opened her mouth but decided not to speak you stopped noticing looking back at her almost daring her to say something. Lydia still oblivious as fuck she smiled you and you sneered. “Save that fake shit for someone who gives a fuck…you don’t like me and I don’t like you. But, I promise you have nothing to worry about. Your girlfriend and I are no longer friends apparently a disrespectful cunt is more important than me.” You gave a halfhearted smile and rolled your eyes leaving the both of them speechless and looking at each other for answers. If this was how you were to be treated you were going to make the rest of this semester extremely hard for the both of them.

You hopped into your car and pulled off. You saw the place Cragen was talking about and already knew where you were going. You and Rhaenyra use to go here all the time. It took no time for you to get there and to your surprise he was already standing there waiting for you. After parking and getting out you smiled shyly and he opened his arms for a hug which you gave him without hesitation. His arms wrapped around you and fuck was he strong the way he squeezed you…felt perfect like you belonged there while you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hey. You look amazing as usual.” His voice deep as he inhaled your scent. You blushed and smiled “You look good too.” Once the two of you pulled away he led you to a booth and you already knew what you wanted. The waitress greeting you and giving him a menu already having brought you a mimosa knowingly.“You come here a lot, yeah?” He looked at you while he still needed to look through the menu. You smiled thinking about the many memories here with Nyra. “Yeah, this Nyra and I’s…well it was our favorite spot.” Your voice was once bubbly and excited became low with sadness. “Did…something happen between you two?”

You sighed softly. “Yeah let’s just say her girlfriend doesn’t like me and I don’t really like her either she’s always been rude to me only tolerating me when Rhaenyra was around and well a few days ago she just went off on me. Saying I was too close…and Rhaenyra defended me broke up with her…but somehow they are back together.” Cragen winced and sighed softly grabbing onto you hand from across the table. “I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N. You don’t deserve that, but if you need a new friend to pass the time with you’ve got me.” You smiled feeling the warmth of his hand, while you looked into his eyes. “I’d like that…” The two of you smiled at each other and the brunch continued with moments of silence and then an uproar of conversation. He was actually very funny and had a personality he wasn’t your basic college jock and you were grateful to have crossed paths with him.

After a while of mimosas and food you both were stuffed and feeling a bit of a buzz. You both didn’t want to leave each other’s presence so soon so you asked him to follow you home. “Want to hang at my place with me. We can watch movies?” He gave that handsome smile and agreed. “Sure, sounds like a good time.” You giggled and once he paid the tab y’all were getting into your cars so that he could follow. Now that you were back at your shared apartment. You and Cragen came inside to still see Rhaenyra and Lydia still there cuddling seeming as though they were in the middle of something. Cragen waved awkwardly, Rhaenyra spoke but she was so obviously pissed, Lydia was none the wiser and you stayed quiet walking past them into your room. “What are whore wasn’t he just with your brother?” Rhaenyra shot a look at her “What fucking business is it of yours? Come on we’re going to your place tonight.” Lydia shrunk from her attitude and was confused they were only just laughing moments ago what was her problem. “o..okay..” she whispered grabbing her things while Rhaenyra packed a quick bag before leaving.

Now the two of you were alone in the house and you went into the bathroom to change into some shorts versus the skirt. Cragen was sitting rigidly on the edge of your bed when you came back in and you smiled. “You can get comfortable, Craggy. Let’s find something to watch.” You turned on your tv and laid down pulling him up with you by the arm. “Can I lay on you?” He looked down at you and chuckled. “Sure go for it.” You laid your head on his chest and laid your thigh high sock covered leg over his waist. His rough hands grabbed underneath your knee and the other your lower back pulling you in closer. You blushed and turned twilight on and he laughed. “I love this movie but it sucks.” He laughed. “I know right terrible but a guilty pleasure of mine.” You smiled at him as things began to die down and you watched the movie.

His fingers mindlessly trailed over your exposed skin causing goosebumps to form on your skin. You sighed softly and cooed every now and then which he took notice of rather quickly. “Craggy, you ever been with a guy before?” He looked away from the screen and down at you again. “I have…” You nodded and he sat up a bit. “I know I said I was your friend…and I am truly…but I’m attracted to you, Y/N. Ever since we met last night you’ve been on my mind and I don’t want to overstep my boundaries…but being this close to you…has me hard as fuck.” Your cheeks ran red and could see the lust in his eyes. You couldn’t deny that you were attracted to him too and even felt safe with him. “You’re not overstepping…I want you too..” that’s all he needed to hear before his lips crashed into your plush ones. His hand squeezing your thigh before easing up to squeeze your round ass cheek. Your lips worked together and your tongues found each others rather quickly he groaned into the kiss and you whimpered softly as he pulled you on top of him both hands full of your ass squeezing and kneading it like dough. “Fuck, it’s so soft.” He growled biting into your neck while he thrusted up into you pressing his hard cock against you. He was gentle but rough at the same time. Something you’d never experienced before from anyone. You were all too eager to get his pants off and he didn’t stop you as you fumbled with his jeans pulling them off once you figured out the button.

You saw his cock freed from his boxers and you were shocked at how big he was…scared even. He saw the look on your face and chuckled pulling you back in. “I’m sure you can take it, baby…don’t worry I won’t ruin you yet.” You shuddered in his hold and your own erection began to press into your shorts. He took no time to rip a hole into those thin shorts that hugged every part of you just right. Your cock fell from them and he smiled grabbing on to it causing you to hiss as he squeezed your already pulsating length while his pressed against your ass cheek. He decided to flip you around now his cock was in your face and yours in his. He was too focused on your ass though. Kneading and smacking it watching it bounce with each smack. Your whimpers and moans were driving him crazy and so you grabbed onto his cock striking it slowly before licking the tip and popping it into your mouth. He exhaled softly and trembled feeling your warm and wet mouth sucking him so well. “That’s a good boy…” you trembled at those words and he spread your ass apart lapping at the entrance. You tasted so good he groaned into you biting each cheek before go back to eating and sucking on your tight hole. “oh gods…” you whimpered softly before his hand pushed your head back down. Your eyes rolled back as you continued to suck him sloppily getting him nice and wet and he began fucking your face mercilessly. “So…fucking good…” he moaned helplessly. You were taking in by his voice, his smell, his taste and the way he held you in his hands.

“You got any lube?” He asked and you nodded getting up to get it for him. He stood up and placed you against the wall he was so much more taller than you as he hovered next to you spreading your apart letting some lube drip onto your asshole and he smiled letting one of his thick fingers rub the substance into it before plunging it inside you. You gasped and moaned lowly the arch in your back deepening. “That’s it…” he praised you slowly pumping his finger into you while his face was close to your ear. “When I’m finished with you just know this is mine now.” You nodded quickly your sweet moans filling the room and soon they grew louder once he added another finger. You were so warm and tight he couldn’t wait to bury his cock into you. Your knees buckled together and he pulled his fingers from you drenching his cock in lube lining his cock up to your entrance. Holding your cheeks apart and prodding at your hole until it gave slowly pushing his cockhead in first. You hissed feeling your hole being stretched wider than normal but he was still so gentle and slow. He hummed at how tight you squeezed him and he wasn’t even already in yet.

“That’s a good baby…take it.” Fuck why did he have to talk like that. After he sat still for a while he began to thrust slowly until he was completely inside you. Picking up the pace he wrapped his arm around your throat and pulled your back against his chest pounding into you incessantly. You were losing your train of thought he was fucking into you so roughly hitting your sweet spot with every thrust of his hips and you could no longer hold yourself together. “Y/N you feel so good. You gonna let me breed this slutty hole of yours?” Your eyes rolled. “Yes….please daddy…cum in my slutty hole.” He groaned and continued to slam his cock into you his pelvis smacking into your ass echoed off the walls and he wrapped a hand around to grab onto your length. “We’re cumming together…” he spoke quickly and breathlessly as he stroked and pumped your cock as if you weren’t already overstimulated enough. “Oh my…fuckkkk…Cragen I’m gonna cum…” he chuckled so devilishly hearing those words. “Come on my sweet boy make a mess for Daddy.” Your eyes rolled and you lost it exploding all over your bedroom wall and soon his thrusts slowed down and he was filling you with his seed. Afterwards he carried you to bed and spooned with you. But that didn’t last long before he was fucking into you from the side. Let’s just say the two of you were rather busy for the rest of the night…

to be continued…

[vanilleandclove]

rings of fire | prologue

ser erryk cargyll x targaryen! reader | prologue: the realm's craving

In honor of Queen Aemma's labors beginning, King Viserys the First and his two twin daughters, Rhaenyra and Y/n, host and sponsor an heir's tournament. The Realm's Delight was a title owned to Rhaenyra, rider of Syrax and the King's cup bearer, the older twin. Though Y/n wore the title: The Realm's Craving, rider of Nymeria and wielder of Blackfyre; Y/n made her reputation known for being the princess whom was outspoken and untouchable, wielding the conqueror's blade just after Jaehaerys.

word count: 2.4k | warnings: reader is described to have pale white hair and to look like visenya (plus largely endowed in the chest…), graphic descriptions of violence, y/n is otto's biggest opp, viserys you fool, slight misogyny. | author's note: welcome back! i fear i will not get over elliott tittensor as ser erryk, i hope you enjoy this series and it will be much longer! also, i took the liberties to spice up the reader. - i will update the meadow in which you lay soon!

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"Since the dawn of our birth, father has exceedingly taken an interest in marrying us both off to a Valyrian house dear sister" you teased to your sister just before you saddled onto your dragon mounts, "And solemnly for us, Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys have only one male child".

Nymeria was a pale purple dragon, reminiscent of your eyes that passed down through generations of Targaryen lineages, your sister's eyes were painted blue, just as your mother's and father's. The townsfolk all spoke of your appearance in great detail in the days they ever saw you. "The favorable yet quieter and fiercer twin", "The twin with more Targaryen than Arryn in her", "The Princess with the mounds of Valryia", "The actual Dark Sister", and your personal favorite, "*King Maegor as a consort".

"I love our father dearly but I do not wish to be married off… especially to someone of father's tastes" Rhaenyra spoke as she pet Syrax, earning a light coo from the dragon. Nymeria was larger than Syrax though smaller than Vhagar due to age, the Dragonkeepers all spoke of Nymeria being the dragonseed of Meraxes or Vhagar.

As your sister and yourself took off on riding into the skies of King's Landing, jesting one another into a race. Nymeria outshined Syrax though both dragons were quite fond of one another, sisters though did not share an eggs hatch. If Rhaenyra were to be the daughter of Westeros, you were the daughter of the dragons. Though your father was staunchly disagreed with your attitude and the lack of conformity both you and your sister paraded, he wished you both to be near silent and seen sisters, rather than heard.

The clouds felt soft against your skin, your hair braided strategically and your dress flowing in the wind, the fabric straining against your body leaving little to the imagination of what you were gifted with when you came of age. Your father always ordered your clothes to be modest, fearing the great houses and his council were to mistake you for a whore he would say, though you defied him endlessly, giving the king no ounce of rest. The high-born folk and townsfolk were the same when it came to you and commenting on your bodice, horny men clutched to their belts in restraint and shifted in their seats or stance whenever you were present in court, jealous women who were displeased by your body as their husband's had lack the respect for their wife, it was not your problem you told yourself. It was nature's design to be given a body like yours, your mother tiredly reassured you, being of Targaryen and Arryn lineage, your body was evidence of years of warriors. Though, she refrained from calling you what everyone else did, "Visenya's twin".

You did not see being compared to Visenya as an insult, though not your direct ancestor, Visenya was still a beautiful woman- who's beauty matched her brain. She is the reason your father has a Kingsguard by his side, the reason Daemon now has Dark Sister, the reason for your own beauty. You wore it as a badge of honor rather than a distasteful insult, often wondering if Daemon did not stain and smear your family name with his unfiltered temper that aged well before you and Rhaenyra were birthed, if you were to be named Visenya as well. Daemon's temper was compared to that of Maegor and his mother's, when you came of age of six-and-ten with Rhaenyra, your father once joked, "Now we must wait and see whom Visenya will be, and whom will be Maegor". His eyes landed on you at the instance of saying Maegor's name; you remember viscerally crying in your chambers that night, questioning if your father saw you as a nuisance of the family. Twins only meant that one child was not planned, and Rhaenyra was the older twin.

They used to speak of Aegon's feats as a soldier and warrior, though never of him being a husband or a father. Rumors and tales were spoken of Targaryen men, they are either fierce knights, or wonderful fathers. You'd wager your father was neither, but only under your breath you'd say such a thing. They would also speak of Aegon's love for his wives, for every one night he'd spend with Visenya, he'd spend ten with Rhaenys. They'd also speak of Visenya's unfaltering fidelity to Aegon, but how there were whispers at court that Rhaenys took younger men to her bed on the nights Aegon would be with Visenya. You almost felt pity for the woman, her son abused and neglected whilst her sister's sired kin were cherished and respected. Underneath it all, Visenya was still an amazing queen and consort, even with the wicked feats of Maegor, that was still her baby, even so as she waged the revenge of her younger sister's death. Though you were technically younger than Rhaenyra, you were her Visenya.

"We should see ourselves back, to check on mother" you spoke up to your sister, shouted as she was a distance away from you. She nodded at your advisement, both of you delving down into the ground, racing once again. Upon reaching the ground, met with Ser Harold and the dragonkeepers, along with a carriage that revealed Alicent. You were never too fond of Alicent, though she was your sister's dear friend and lady-in-waiting, your fondness resided in Laena, forming an inseparable bond as she rode Vhagar and you rode seemingly, Vhagar's closest kin.

"I am taking you are here for the tourney our fathers are planning Alicent?" you questioned as you removed your gloves and slid off Nymeria's mount, petting your dragon once more before touching her with your forehead in order to bid farewell as she was taken by the dragonkeepers. Walking up to the Lady before looking back to see your sister dismounting from Syrax. Alicent only nodded at your question, you could barely earn a few words from Alicent, often wondering if it was because you were the second daughter to the king, yet still a higher-born daughter than any great house of Westeros. Or if it was due to the desire her brother held for you, though you always shut down his advances, it was insult to you that he felt the privilege to speak to you, the eldest son of the second son to a noble but not great house. You'd never soil your family's name and heritage to wed a Hightower, it was not your taste.

As you walked off, Rhaenyra and Alicent engaged in conversation, you mounted yourself on a horse before looking at Ser Ryam, you were fond of him though, wildly attracted to his newly appointed kingsguard, the Cargyll twins. Tall lads they were, only two-name days older than you and your sister, their hairs match each other's short and disheveled but strategically disheveled, almost as if they both wanted to appear more desirable. Though your desire for the new brothers did not blind you of the health of Ser Ryam, noticing his energy and will to live deplete as the days pass.

"Will you follow me to the castle Ser Ryam? You look awfully tired" you asked, earning a nod from the knight, before he was named Lord Commander once again, your father had him as your sworn shield for several years. As you rode back to the Red Keep, taking sparing glances back at Ser Ryam, just as you wondered into the woods just before reaching the Keep, slowing down in order to conversate with Ser Ryam.

"Anything on your mind dear princess?" Ser Ryam questioned, his horse taking small gallops.

"Do you believe me to be inept?" you asked for his opinion, "I am taunted with the fact that I am in the body of a woman, yet I decline every Lord's hand, including the handsome Stark boys, though the only man to ever catch my intrigue…" you nearly spoke too much yet too little.

"Is bound to another?" Ser Ryam questioned in confusion. You looked up at the sky in defeat, sighing before shaking your head, chuckling in the depravity of your mind.

"Bound to oaths" you then broke the pregnant silence, "Ser Erryk makes a fine knight, does he? Seeing that he and his brother were sworn in just under a year of training. He is quite the handsome man the townsfolk yelp about" you bit your lip, allowing yourself to vent to the knight.

"He may not take a wife I am afraid, my princess" Ser Ryam begun, only earning a somber look from your face, "I too loved a woman before being knighted, she had gone off to marry one of the Tully lads due to my oath. I see her once every blue moon, my love never faltered or betrayed me. I do not blame her for going off to marry, she deserved to be loved in more ways than words, stolen kisses, and nights".

"Do all members of the Kingsguard follow the vow of chastity?" you questioned further.

"We do. Granted I was not in a sticky situation being that of equal ranking to the maiden, though her honor was one I did not want to take lightly. I do pity her husband, it should have been him to be the one to take her maidenhead, not a kingsguard besmirching both her's and I's honor. Our vows are sworn under the seven, as every woman is a picture of the mother, no matter how much we wish it to be individual" Ser Ryam answered honestly, "I am to guard your secrets as well my Princess, any words spoken in this moment are under the eyes of you and me. Though I do advise you, being unmarried puts you at odds if you fall pregnant".

You laughed at the knight's comment, "It is only a crush I am afraid; I am too socially inept to talk to him more than the simply escorts to and from my chambers in the morning and eve".

As you and Rhaenyra walked into the chambers of your mother, being met with kisses on your forehead. You quickly made way to apply warm towels to your mothers' legs as they were swollen, kissing your mother's forehead before moving her hair out of her face as the sweat led it cling onto her skin. You did not envy your mother though she was carrying the burden and joy of life in her. It was you and Rhaenyra who held royal wombs, as your mother would say.

"I will be in the council mother; I will see you in the eve" you told her before dismissing yourself. You never could stomach seeing your mother in agony, Rhaenyra knew it, your mother and father knew it.

As you were met with the knight of your dreams, you smiled carelessly, "May you escort me to the council room, Ser Erryk? I find myself craving conversation to someone who isn't completely eager to marry me off". The knight offered his forearm for you to hold, escorting you to the council room across the Keep and floors down.

"Are you enjoying the preparations for the tourney Princess?" Ser Erryk asked you, both of you never were sure of what to talk about.

"I do wish I were involved in combat I must say, I envy you men for being able to succumb yourselves to violence for a day" you jested, earning a soft smile from the knight, "Are you and Arryk participating? Perhaps I can bless you both with my favor or offer you to hold Blackfyre".

Erryk was stunned greatly of your offer, Blackfyre was a noble sword, the Conqueror's no less, "You honor me more than I deserve princess, though yes, Aryk and I are participating, hopefully we do wish to not have to face your uncle, the prince".

You scoffed silently, smirking at the knight, "Which is why I offered Blackfyre" you instigated the knight as you made your way through the halls. "Daemon wields Dark Sister and I envy him for it, it is an easier fit for a woman's hand. Though, Blackfyre was sworn to me instead of my father by Jaehaerys himself".

Once you made the way to the council room you dismissed Erryk before stating once again, "If you wish to take upon my offer, you can meet me in my chambers tonight" the bold words flowed out of your tongue as if it were familiar to you.

The knight nodded, hand finding purchase on the small of your back as you stepped onto the stairs that led into the council room. You bit your lip once again, holding his eyes for a bit too long before Ser Rickard Thorne took notice, clearing his throat in the process. As you straightened your back and bid him a farewell in a glance, moving your body to enter the council room. Noting the heat that electrified between you and the loyal knight. Only choosing to distract yourself with the bland conversations held at your father's table before Rhaenyra made her way into the council room, only then you found yourself amused once again. Tomorrow will be the heir's tournament, a babe outshining you and Rhaenyra, though you hoped to the god's that tonight, the knight of your dreams finds himself taking your offer.

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[maidragoste]

The Sea Dragon, The Clubfoot and The Green Queen

main masterlist of the series

I had to make another masterlist just for the questions and headcanons

Answering questions, headcanons, etc

Reader's baby is still going to be a Strong?

It’s a game changer that the Reader is Velaryon?

There something between the Reader and Alicent?

Will there be a happy ending for Harwin and Reader? + The closest thing to a happy ending between Harwin and Reader

Does Rhaenyra and Daemon's relationship affect Harwin?

The consequences of Rhaenyra's actions

Reader taking Rhaena unders her wing + Reader wants Baela to inherit Driftmark?

The blacks don't stand a chance against the sea dragon, the master of whispers and the green queen

How Daemon sees Reader

Reader shutting Rhaenyra and Daemon's mouth + Reader being Alicent's sun + Larys being Reader's moon

A Little Bit of Everything (The Velaryon + Reader and Alicent)

Did the court ever suspect that Reader's children are Larys' and not Harwin's?

Rhaenys and Lyonel's reaction to Harwin and Rhaenyra's affair

Is the Velaryon Reader a dragon rider?

The physical appearance of the strong twins

How does the sea dragon affect the relationship between the green children and rhaenyra’s children + Did people suspect the bastardry of Reader's children?

Laenor is such a frigging clown + Rhaenyra lied to Laenor?

The relationship between Rhaenyra and Reader

Velaryons

Headcanons (about Reader, the kids and Rhaenyra)

Corlys's position before the bastard of the children of Rhaenyra

Is Lyonel Strong going to die in the Harrenhal fire?

Nightwing wanting to comfort Reader after Laenor's death

More headcanons of the green children, reader, etc.

More headcanons of Reader and the children + Were Daemon and Reader ever friends?

More of the children and Reader

Me and The Devil (a short edit with Larys and Reader)

Rhaenyra jealous of Alicent + Harwin realizing Reader is the queen's lover

The Manderly house taking an important role in the Dance

Strong Twins Headcanons

Alyn and Baela can go through an enemies to lover's phase?

Baela and Alyn

Corlys finding out that his grandson has the same name as his bastard

Harwin is going to die?

So sea-dragon reader is gonna sleep with Daemon at Laena's funeral...?

Talking about Daemon and Reader

Daemon x Reader edit

Harwin x Reader edit

Did rhaenyra ever saw moments between reader and alicent that made her go "she never was like this with me" ?

Larys as father

Corlys and Sea Dragon edit

AU with Male!Alicent

AU Sea Dragon as Viserys' wife and Alicent as Daemon's

Larys x Sea Dragon edit

Headcanons

Sea Dragon and Daemon edit

Daemon x Sea Dragon edit

Sea Dragon gave alicent a little seashell to make her smile

Family Day in Driftmark

Viserys & Sea Dragon (Queen AU)

[guttergirlcore]

A Den of Lions & Wolves: Part IV

Cregan Stark x Lannister! Reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

SYNOPSIS // When Prince Jacaerys Velaryon makes a visit to Winterfell, you jump into your duties as Lady Stark of Winterfell feet-first. The young prince takes an unexpected liking to you--a fact Cregan can't ignore [or tolerate].

WARNINGS // HotD universe, probably not biblically accurate, Lannister! reader, AFAB she/her reader, possessive! Cregan, jealous! Cregan, a bit of Cregan's inadequacy insecurities come up here, oblivious! reader, oral [f-receiving], male masturbation, Jace has a slight crush on reader, Lucerys mention (rip pookie)

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Word count: 3.3k

The following morning, you and Cregan were awoken by news of visitors.

A raven was sent from Dragonstone, informing House Stark that Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, eldest son to Rhaenyra Targaryen and grandson to the late King Viserys Targaryen, was requesting an audience with Lord Cregan Stark on the issue of the succession of the iron throne. Prince Jacaerys's arrival was scheduled for the following day.

"Gods, this is rather short notice," you looked to Cregan who seemed comparatively unphased by the news.

"I suspected this would come. I've heard of brewing storms in House Targaryen as of late." He held up the thin scroll between his index and middle finger. "This is but another plot to draw House Stark into the dealings of the Targaryen monarchy."

"Even so, we must welcome the prince." Cregan nodded in agreement with you, and you spent the day busying yourself with having rooms prepared for his stay.

The morning of Prince Jacaerys's arrival came and you were riddled with nerves. You tried to calm yourself with the reminder that you had the far simpler duty of tending to Winterfell and making certain it would live up to the prince's standards. Your lord husband had the far more daunting duty of negotiating with the Dragon Prince.

You stood with Cregan on the wooden balcony of your home, arm looped through his as you watched the skies together. When the grey clouds parted and you caught your first glimpse of the prince's dragon, you were unable to hide your gasp.

"I have never seen one in the flesh!" You urgently whispered to Cregan, and he let out a hearty chuckle that reverberated from his chest down to where you clutched his arm.

"It'll seem even larger when it lands, my lady."

You watched in awe as the dragon grew steadily larger with each meter closer. You could just begin to make out a human-like shape perched on the dragon's scaled back. Its heavy wings beat against the cold Northern wind and you considered how powerful it must feel to sit atop such a magnificent creature.

You and Cregan made your way to the courtyard just as the men of Winterfell scattered to the sides, making space for the quickly approaching dragon to land.

As its massive, taloned feet struck the ground, you felt the vibrations through your very bones. Your mouth hung open in amazement as the young prince climbed down from the creature, sliding down a leathery wing and giving its thick neck a few strong pats as he passed. Though Cregan informed you that the prince's dragon was comparatively smaller than others he'd heard of, you couldn't imagine how.

"Prince Jacaerys," Cregan's inviting voice boomed out, and the two of you swept into a low bow together.

"Lord Stark. Thank you for hosting me. I have urgent business to discuss with you regarding your father's oath to my grandsire, King Viserys Targaryen." Prince Jacaerys's voice rang out like a bell, and you were somehow surprised by the authority in it.

Cregan held up a leather-gloved hand, "There's plenty of time to discuss business tomorrow. Tonight, we sup. It isn't every day a prince comes this far North."

Jacaerys's lips pressed into a tight line, and you could tell he would have much preferred getting down to negotiations right away.

Instead, he looked over to you for the first time and gave a small bow of his own, extending his hand to you.

"Lady Stark, I presume?" He smiled kindly and you offered your hand.

Jace's lips lingered for the briefest of moments upon your wind-chapped knuckles. His eyes met yours, and you noticed the gentleness behind them. Though only a few years younger than your lord husband, Jace seemed but a boy burdened by duty.

Jace released your hand, though not your gaze, and Cregan noticed--you could sense it in the way his body tensed in the corner of your vision; the balled fists at his sides, his posture leaning slightly forward, as if in a challenge. All traces of the friendly Lord Stark were gone, now.

You were quick to grab hold of his arm, tucking yourself closer to his side--half in an attempt to calm him, half in an attempt to hold him back.

"It is such a pleasure to welcome you to our home, Prince Jacaerys. My lord husband has eagerly awaited your arrival, as we both have anticipated your conversation." You smile wide and turn to Cregan, prompting him to make nice.

"Yes, Prince Jacaerys. Welcome to Winterfell."

Well, it was short but neutral at the very least, you thought.

"Thank you, my lord and lady. The North is beautiful, but I must admit, somehow colder than I imagined."

You heard Cregan make a nearly inaudible snort sound through his nose and clutched him tighter.

"Yes, Prince Jacaerys, I too come from a warmer stock. The North's frigidness can be quite shocking, but not without its charms, of course," your eyes glanced at Cregan's stoney profile before continuing.

"Please, let us show you to your rooms, and allow you to rest from your travels. There you will find cloaks that may be better suited to the cold. We'll reconvene soon, yes?" You smiled amicably.

"I look forward to it, my lady." Jacaerys nodded, giving a light bow before allowing you and Cregan to lead him into the castle.

Cregan's hand was firm on your arm as the two of you left the younger prince to settle in. The steady thud of Cregan's heavy footfalls was becoming a comfort to you in the time you'd spent together.

He led you through the corridors of Winterfell, and you could tell he was deep in thought by his contemplative silence. After a few moments, he spoke.

"Jacaerys Valeryon is a worthy prince, I'm sure, but he oversteps."

"It makes sense, my Lord. 'Tis not unusual for a prince, I'd imagine. They're accustomed to obtaining their desires quite quickly."

"Well, the North is a long way from King's Landing, or Dragonstone, for that matter. I'm afraid you aren't on the offering table for the Velaryon prince," Cregan barked out, seemingly agitated.

You were surprised. "Of course not, my lord. It hardly seems likely that the prince's eye was turned by me of all women. He was merely being polite upon our meeting."

Cregan let out a scoff and fixed you with a stern look.

"No matter, my heart belongs to you alone," you grasped his large, calloused hand in reassurance, and Cregan's resolve softened ever so slightly.

"I will take the prince to the wall in a day's time. It shall illustrate the weight of my duties far better than words."

"Yes, I think it shall," you nod in agreement. Though Cregan had told you of the wall before, you had yet to witness it with your own eyes.

"Perhaps you will take me to see it one day?" you asked, somehow hopeful. You wanted to know every facet of your new husband's life.

The two of you halted your stroll, and Cregan turned to face you, meeting your request with an immediate refusal. "No, my lady. The Wall is no place for women."

You internally cringed at his comment but reminded yourself to obey his word. "Of course, my lord."

Cregan sensed your disappointment and placed a now gloveless hand on your cold cheek. "You must know I desire nothing more than to take you with me to each and every land I travel, but you are needed here, as I am needed at The Wall. Witnessing you assume your duties as the Lady of Winterfell so expertly has confirmed this to me. I will return when my negotiations with the prince are well and through, this I swear to you."

You lean into his warm touch. "The last time you went away to negotiate alliances seemed not to end so well if you recall, my lord."

"Oh, I thought it ended quite well indeed, my lady," Cregan smirked a cocky grin, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

You playfully batted his hand away and continued your walk together.

The eve came quickly, and soon you were seated for supper, next to your husband, who sat at the head of the long wooden table. Across from you sat the prince, eyes everywhere but on his plate.

The silence between the two men seemed to stretch to every corner of the room, enveloping you in its frigid embrace. Still, you thought to bridge the disconnect between the two.

"Prince Jacaerys, Lord Stark and I were just recently remarking on how very beautiful your dragon is. And so in tune with your commands as well! Have you been together long?"

A light and boyish giddiness returned to the prince's face, making him appear years younger, and you thought perhaps you were seeing him as he once was; a boy prince unburdened by the lofty weight of duty.

"Vermax, yes! We've been together since my birth. He was but an egg then, you see."

"Is this common for Velaryon and Targaryen babes? To be gifted dragon eggs?" you let out a light chuckle at the absurdity of the baby gift, and Jacaerys joined in.

"Quite common, actually--though not all eggs hatch." His lips quirked up in an almost flirtatious grin. "It's said that if a babe's egg hatches, he has the blessings of the Gods."

You could practically feel the waves of growing irritation radiate from your husband's body as he sawed into his lamb with unnecessary aggression.

Jace's brown eyes slid over to you again, and boldly added, "Perhaps you should meet Vermax. He's rather gentle, especially with those I've chosen to meet him."

Cregan couldn't be cajoled with a gentle word or touch this time.

He slammed his fork and knife down onto the hard, smooth top of the wooden table, causing your plates and cups to rattle. Your hand flew out to steady the wine glass in front of you.

"A word of advice, my prince." He ground out fearsomely. "If you wish to garner a man's support, you'd do well to keep your eyes from his wife."

Jace looked startled, his face flushing a red deeper than from the cold Northern climate alone.

"For--forgive me, my lord. I meant no insult." Jace was immediately contrite, his respect for the older man obvious in his remorse.

Cregan made a grunt of acknowledgment, signaling that he expected no further issue from the younger prince.

As quickly as his anger came on, it dissipated, and he resumed his assault on the slab of lamb.

You felt embarrassed and simultaneously aroused at your husband's boldness.

Prince Jacaerys, aching to move on from his embarrassment, added, "Of course, Lucerys and I may just have gotten lucky for our eggs to hatch so early."

"Is Lucerys your brother?" you ask, smoothing over any lingering tension in the room.

Jacaerys's eyes lit up once more. "Yes, my younger. He flies Arrax. In youth, we trained together. Now, as our dragons grow, we fly together. Luke and Arrax have both gone off to treat with House Baratheon at the moment, but I expect good results; Luke has a rather charming disposition."

"Hearing you speak so fondly of your brother moves me, my prince." Cregan booms out from the head of the table. You felt immensely relieved that he had decided to be hospitable at long last.

"I too am a brother, though he died several years ago." You could hear the sorrow hidden beneath his words, and it pained you that Cregan had never spoken of this before, though you knew he wasn't so quick to share the tenderness of his heart.

"I am sorry to hear that, my lord. Brotherhood is a gift, nonetheless, even if it comes with burden. I am sure you know this well."

Though it was a heavy topic, it pleased you to see the two men finally finding common ground. You thought that Prince Jacaerys seemed similar in many ways to your lord husband.

For the rest of supper, you hadn't needed to guide the conversation; Cregan and Prince Jacaerys spoke easily and warmly. All frigidness had gone away, and you were permitted to enjoy the two men's company in the comfort of your home.

As night descended on Winterfell, you laid still in your fur-lined bed.

You thought back to Cregan's outburst at supper. How angry he was. How protective. How arousing.

You knew it was unbecoming of a lady to find pleasure in her husband's anger, but something about the wild look in Cregan's eyes stirred you.

You stood, making your way over to the opposite side of the room to find a pair of slippers with the intent of taking a midnight walk through the castle. Perhaps some walking will calm my impulses, you thought.

Just as you bent to slip the satin slipper over your foot, you heard a nearly inaudible creak of a door and the warm press of a body against your backside a second later, strong, familiar hands wrapping around to rest protectively over your abdomen.

"And where are you off running to, my love?" Cregan growled out over your shoulder.

He startled you, coming into your room so quietly that you were grateful for his steadying embrace.

"Husband! Just for a walk. I find myself lost in thought at the moment."

"And what is it that has captured my lady wife's thoughts tonight?" Cregan's right hand traveled up to the valley between your breasts and you inhaled sharply.

"Only how well the prince seems to enjoy Winterfell. The two of you got along quite well, after all, I thought."

"It is thoughts of the prince that keep you awake at this hour, my love?" Cregan's usually deep voice grew deeper still.

Unable to answer quickly enough for Cregan's liking, he swung you to face him, pressing you against him in a crushing embrace. His lips found yours in the dark of the room; his hands over the curves of your body; his tongue rolling against yours like the tides.

His woodsy scent filled the room, and his strong muscles against your pliant body had wetness gathering between your legs.

He pulled back suddenly, the two of you breathing hard and unevenly.

"Come with me."

As always, you obeyed his word without question, allowing him to lead you forward by the hand.

He led you through several corridors, past many doors, before coming to a halt in the room where the three of you supped just a few hours ago.

He spun you so that you faced him, and pulled your body close to his again; his arms wrapping securely around the small of your waist, one hand traveling to grab at the fat of your ass. Cregan hungrily devoured your lips in a heated kiss once more.

His hard body was a persistent press against yours, pushing you back until your ass met the dining table's edge. His hands lifted at the backs of your knees, lifting you up to sit atop the cool, hard table; his hips slotting between your bent legs as the kiss went unbroken.

Cregan rolled his hips against your clothed cunt, and you could feel his cock straining against his britches. The friction caused a quiet gasp to escape you.

"Lay back, my lady," Cregan whispered into your kiss.

Gently, he eased you back until you lay flat against the cold table, your legs still wrapped around his strong torso.

You expected to hear the clang of his belts hitting the floor next, but instead, Cregan slid from your legs, kneeling down until his eye level was aligned with your core. His hands found the tops of your thighs to keep them parted.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. "What're you doing, my lord?" You asked.

"I want to taste you tonight, my love." Cregan's fingers traveled up to loop around your undergarments, sliding them from your legs and kicking them under the table.

Your face heated to be so bare in front of his eyes like this and confused at his intentions, but he groaned at the sight.

"Lay down." He commanded, and you immediately laid flat on your back once more. He lifted your legs over his shoulders, his face nearing your weeping core.

"I'm going to taste you, and you will stay nice and still for me, do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord," you spoke quietly, though Cregan had hardly waited for your confirmation.

You gasped loudly as he licked a hot, wet streak from the base of your cunt, gathering the wetness that rested there, to the bundle of nerves at the top, his tongue finding purchase there and circling it sensuously.

"Gods!" You moaned out, unable to bite back your pleasure.

His tongue darted back down to the opening of your cunt, rolling against and between your folds while his left hand replaced his tongue on your clit.

"You taste fucking delicious," Cregan groaned against your cunt, sending pleasurable vibrations through your core.

His mouth attached to you, providing the suction you so desperately desired while his tongue traced circles around your hole. The squelching sounds of your body would have embarrassed you had any care left for modesty.

Your hands flew to his hair, tangling in the long strands, pushing him harder against you. His response was a deep chuckle, muffled by your cunt.

Soon, his right hand joined his left, only this one toyed at your entrance.

"Cregan, please!" You begged, desperate for something--anything--to fill you.

At your request, Cregan dipped the tips of his first two fingers into your hole, pumping them in and out slowly as his tongue continued its assault.

The sensation ripped another barely stifled moan from your lips, which only edged him on. He pushed his fingers deeper inside of you, pumping them slowly at first before gaining speed and force.

"Did you like the prince's attention?" Cregan grunted out in between licking your folds.

"Wh-what?" You stuttered, taken aback by his mention of the prince at this moment.

His fingers pumped into you relentlessly, curling inside to reach that spongey spot inside of you. He pulled his fingers from inside you, making you gasp at the loss of pressure.

His left hand left your sensitive clit to replace the vacancy inside of you, his fingers thrusting up until stars danced at the corners of your vision.

"Did you enjoy his gazes?" His right hand, still coated in your slick, pulled his throbbing cock from his pants and began pumping up and down hurriedly, eager for his own release.

"No, I--" You could hardly think straight between his persistent fingers and hot tongue.

"You liked it. You liked the attention, didn't you? His compliments, his adoring looks."

You felt your orgasm nearing rapidly as his fingers picked up an impossible speed.

"Cregan, I'm so close!"

"Say it. Say you liked his attention! You enjoyed making me upset, making me defend you," Cregan fisted his dick angrily, your hot slick providing lubricant. You could hear his breathy pants with each tug of his cock.

His mouth fixed on your clit, his tongue twisting around it as his fingers pumped in and out.

"Gods--I liked it! I liked it! Fuck!" you moaned loudly, clamping your hand over your mouth instinctually.

"No, let him hear it. Let him know how well I pleasure you," Cregan growled out.

With that, your orgasm washed over you hard, your moans and curses coming out in jumbled, incoherent strings. Cregan followed close behind, his hot cum spilling over his knuckles as he groaned in satisfaction.

He slowly pulled his fingers from your sore hole; the two of you collapsing in a tangle of bodies on the stone floor.

Together, you lay there panting and enjoying the aftereffects of pleasure washing over you for far longer than you should have, the chill of the floor seeping into your overheated and spent bodies.

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01| Generous Heart

summary || ❝It’s not luck, My Queen. I was always meant to be here. ❞

pairing || Rhaenyra Targaryen x Female! Reader

word count || 4,461

warnings || Violence, Birth, Grief

notes || This series is very self-indulgent as I have a growing love for Rhaenyra Targaryen and her storyline on HOTD. It will follow the plot of the show but with some added scenes here and there for characterization. High Valyrian will also be in italics. So, I hope you enjoy!

As the first century of the Targaryen dynasty came to a close the health of the Old King, Jaehaerys, was failing. In those days, House Targaryen stood at the height of its strength with ten adult dragons under its yoke. No power in the world could stand against it. King Jaehaerys reigned over nearly 60 years of peace and prosperity, but tragedy had claimed both his sons leaving his succession in doubt. So, in the year 101 the Old King called a Great Council to choose an heir. Over a thousand lords made the journey to Harrenhal. Fourteen succession claims were heard but only two were truly considered. Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, the King’s eldest descendant and her younger cousin, Prince Viserys Targaryen the King’s eldest male descendant. 

“It is declared by all lords paramount and lords vassal of the Seven Kingdoms that Prince Viserys Targaryen be made Prince of Dragonstone!”

Rhaenys, a woman, would not inherit the Iron Throne. The lords instead chose Viserys, my father. Jaehaerys called the Great Council to prevent a war being fought over his succession. For he knew the cold truth. The only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon was itself.

IT IS NOW THE NINTH YEAR OF KING VISERYS I TARGARYEN’S REIGN. 

172 YEARS BEFORE THE DEATH OF THE MAD KING, AERYS, AND THE BIRTH OF HIS DAUGHTER, PRINCESS DAENERYS TARGARYEN.

-

Soaring. 

Soaring above the clouds, with the wind in her silver-born locks, Rhaenyra Targaryen was on cloud-nine; her stubborn thoughts leaving her as she flew gracefully through the sky with skill. She knew she’d have to land eventually, diving and dodging buildings with ease until she finally arrived to hand off her dragon to the Keepers. The dust kicked up with the gust of Syrax’s wings, her claws catching the ground, but her noises of displeasure caused the keepers to look unimpressed, clutching their sticks.

“Dohaeras, Syrax!”

“Umbas. Rybas!”

The realm's delight jumped from her saddle, boots hitting the ground but her attention came quickly to her beloved dragon, her gloved hand now rubbing across Syrax’s scales. A smile graced her face as she observed her friend, the dragon muttering to itself.

“Welcome back, Princess. I trust your ride was pleasant.”

She swiftly removed her glove and playfully smiled, “Try not to look too relieved, Ser.”

“I am relieved. Every time that golden beast brings you back unspoiled it saves my head from a spike.” Their banter was playful and full of care, but Rhaenyra was on her way to greet Alicent, her best friend in all of the nine realms, except for Syrax of course.

“Syrax is growing quickly. She’ll soon be as large as Caraxes.”

“That’s almost large enough to saddle two.”

“I believe I’m quite content as a spectator, thank you.”

Disappointment washed over Rhaenyra’s face, but she followed Alicent into the carriage none-the-less to head home and greet her very pregnant mother.

-

“Ah! Rhaenyra.”

You had a wet towelette pressed against the queens head, a comforting hand within hers as she laid upon her couch, looking horribly pregnant with a bulging stomach to show it all. The Princess walked in rather slowly, your eyes scanning over her before returning to the object of your duties. As the lead handmaiden of the queen, you were charged with taking care of her through thick and thin. This leads to a manner of respect between yourself and every Targaryen living within the castle.

“You know I don’t like you to go flying while I’m in this condition.”

“You don’t like me to go flying while you’re in any condition.”

Alicent was trailed behind Rhaenyra, picking at her nails as she usually did in a situation that she herself could not control. A nasty habit, but a relatable one at that.

The queen sat up, face stern and serious.

“Your Grace.”

“Good morrow, Alicent.”

“Did you sleep?”

“I slept.”

“How long?”

“I don’t need mothering, Rhaenyra.”

The girl sat parallel to yourself, folding her hands to her lap with grace, her eyes locked with yours and you gave her a nod of acknowledgement.

“Well, here you are, surrounded by attendants all focused on the babe. The only one here focused on you is Y/N. Someone has to attend to you if Y/N is ever preoccupied.”

“You will lie in this bed soon enough, Rhaenyra. This discomfort is how we serve the realm.”

She shakes her head, “I’d rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory.”

The Queen and you laugh, “We have royal wombs, you and I. The childbed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip. Now take a bath. You stink of dragon.”

Rhaenyra smiled a bit at the joking matter, and the queen smiled back. A beautiful moment between mother and daughter, fleeting but meaningful.

“Dearest Y/N, would you please escort Rhaenyra to the Great Council meeting? I’m sure one of the attendants could hold this measly rag on my head.”

“Of course, My Queen.” You arose from your seat, handing the rag to one of the attendants around before following Rhaenyra out of the room and into the halls, Alicent going her own way somewhere.

“Forgive me, I do not know where the Council room is…”

“It’s alright, just keep up with me.”

Her light-colored dress flowed with her, a ghost in the halls of this very busy castle. Though she was unlike anyone you could ever meet, respectful, kind, and just a tad bit sarcastic.

“How is my mother? Is she doing well?”

“Ah! She’s doing quite well. I’ve been monitoring her temperature and pain, she seems to be coming up on finally giving birth.”

She looked pleased at the news, her lips curling up in a kind fashion.

“Are you going to come to the tourney?”

You perked up, “There's going to be a tournament?”

“Mhm… You should make time to come, I’m sure my mother would allow you some free time, considering you are at her beck and call twenty-four seven.”

The roused a laugh from you, “I’ll try convincing her. I erm-...”

She stops her determined stride to stop with you, whom has pulled out a small ring. You held it out for her, herself slipping her index finger in the hole to wear the ring.

“What is this?”

“I made it, from leaves and string and a singular gold piece I found while wandering… I wanted to gift it to you.”

The sentiment laid plainly as a smile across her face, the freckles across her pale face never looking more bright. 

“Thank you, Y/N, I’ll cherish it always.”

Truth is, you made the ring for her in a fit of adoration for the princess. She was always downtrodden due to her thoughts about being shunned to the side by a male heir. Being seen as insignificant because she was not sporting a cock in-between her legs. The small things were important, so perhaps a ring would give her a dash of happiness. And you suppose it worked.

The gigantic doors of the Council room loomed over the two of you, and she laid a small and subtle kiss to your cheek, making your eyes widen in surprise. She however just laughed and waved goodbye, the knights opening the door for her immediately. She was gone as soon as she was just here, and the tingling on your cheek was getting ever more real. The brief affection was daunting, and confusing.

-

You went to ask the Queen if you could attend the Tournament and she agreed with a very motherly smile, wishing you great fun for the very next day. You made sure however that the attendants would run the Queen her bath and make her favorite dish, which she was thankful for.

You held a sinking feeling however in your stomach that something would go horribly wrong during the tourney, and finally arriving, you climbed the stairs to the plush seating. Alicent was already seated but Rhaenyra was nowhere to be found.

“Has Rhaenyra not arrived yet?”

“No, I’m sure she’s just getting ready though. Come! Sit!” She ushered you into a seat next to her, and firmly patted your shoulder. The ladies in the same area as yourself were all dressed in fantastical clothes, which you were in your most basic dress with your usual apron. Your hair was a bit wild due to the subtle wind but otherwise, you looked most plain of anyone in the royal seating. The King, Viserys, finally arose from his seat to begin the tournament, stepping up to announce to the audience.

“Be welcome! I know many of you have traveled long leagues to be at these games, but I promise, you will not be disappointed. When I look at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious by the news that I am happy to share.”

Rhaenyra’s shifty figure ran across the area to take a firm seat next to you, breathing a bit heavily but looking absolutely radiant. 

“Queen Aemma has begun her labors!”

Everyone in the crowd clapped and cheered with enthusiasm, Rhaenyra and Alicent doing the same and yourself following in tandem.

“May the luck of the Seven shine upon all combatants!”

A rise of cheers before the tournament began, the horses being commanded to do as the rider likes. One thing led to another and one of the knights fell from their horse with a painful THUD! The knight who knocked his fellow knight off of the horse promptly bowed to the royals, causing Rhaenyra to lean over and begin to speak to you and Alicent.

“A mystery knight?”

“No, A Cole, of the Stormlands.”

“I’ve never heard of House Cole.”

“PRINCESS RHAENYS TARGARYEN! I would humbly ask for the favor of The Queen Who Never Was.”

There was a bitter look shared between Rhaenys and The King before she went to the knight’s jousting stick, tossing it onto it.

“Good fortune to you, Cousin.”

“I would gladly take it if I thought I needed it.”

The crowd was still bolstering, high and low pitches of cheers. The royal drums began, adding tension to the oncoming jousting.

“Lord Stokeworth’s daughter is promised to that young Tarly squire.”

“Lord Massey’s son?”

“Mhm! They’re to be married as soon as he wins his knighthood.”

“Best get on with it.”

Rhaenyra’s hand was lingering on a necklace adorned on her pale skin, your eyes drifting to the shine that bounced off of it; it was beautiful. The same hand was adorned with the ring you had made her, and a warmness spread in your chest at the thought that she really treasured such a measly present.

“Where did you get that necklace, My Lady?”

“Oh? This? Prince Daemon gave it to me. Valyrian Steel, can you believe it?”

“It’s quite beautiful… a wonderful piece from your Uncle, M’lady.”

“Doesn’t quite amount to your lovely ring, though…”

You perked up, “You really like my ring more than Valyrian Steel?”

“Well, your ring is a gift that I consider from a trusted friend, so of course I value it.”

She turned her gaze back to the audience and the tourney below, a smile rising on her face and the skin around her mouth morphing with it. 

“I heard that Lady Elinor is hiding a swollen belly beneath her dress.”

Rhaenyra and you both looked at Alicent with eyes opened in amusement, and she smiled.

The horses on either side began to charge, jousting rods out in front of them with their shields in position. And, after a stress filled second, a knight fell from his horse, rolling over in pain and with groans of anguish. The violence was utterly painful to look at, yet it was entertainment for Royals and Townsfolk alike. The King clapped in amusement, and you couldn’t help but contort yourself in pain at the Knight’s pain. 

Ser Harrold came in between you and Rhaenyra, turning to her with great interest. 

“What do you know about this Ser Criston Cole, Ser Harrold?”

“I’m told Ser Criston is common-born, son of Lord Dondarrion’s steward. But other than that, and the fact that he’s just unhorsed both of the Baratheon lads, I really couldn’t say.”

The drums started up once again and I leaned over to talk to Rhaenyra once again, “Have you taken a liking to Ser Criston?”

She visibly tensed up, “No! I’m just intrigued about his origins. He seems to be a strong knight…”

“Mhm…”

A fairly lengthy line of men on horses came up, the Targaryen house banner being put up, it was Prince Daemon’s turn, and the crowd couldn’t be any more excited. 

“PRINCE DAEMON OF HOUSE TARGARYEN! Prince of the City will now choose his first opponent!”

Daemon was adorned in his showy armor, the red feather sticking out like a sore thumb against his dark black horse. He was a sight to behold in all of his “Princely Glory''. He grasped his jousting rod and went down the line of knights, seemingly choosing very carefully. Eventually, he circled back and pointed the rod at the Knight representing House Hightower, Alicent’s house.

“For his first challenge, Prince Daemon Targaryen chooses Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, eldest son of the Hand of the King.”

You reached over and grabbed Alicent’s hand, the other noticeably close to her mouth partaking in her habit of biting them. Likely a sign that she is nervous about what was about to occur. The drums thrummed and the two respective horses of Daemon and Gwayne reered. With a look up at Otto Hightower, Daemon smirked to himself before charging full speed as previously done. Gwayne’s jousting stick made contact with Daemon, but he quickly recovered, grabbing a new rod and charging again. This time, Daemon shifted his rod to the ground in front of the horse, making it trip up and sending Gwayne tumbling to the cold, hard, ground. Alicent gasped and you quickly squeezed her hand, trying to give her a sense of comfort. The horse recovered and Gwayne was dragged away from the small arena, Daemon now coming over to the royal’s seating area, Rhaenyra getting up along with yourself and Alicent.

“Nicely done, Uncle.”

“Thank you, Princess. Now, I’m fairly certain I can win these games, Lady Alicent. Having your favor would all but assure it.”

The girl smiled a bit, going to grab her favor, before dropping it onto his jousting rod.

“Good luck, my Prince.”

His gaze carried to you suddenly, nodding his head with a smile, “My Lady…”

“I am no Lady, my Prince.”

“And if you are no Lady, then I do not deserve my title.” His tone was slightly flirtatious, but you brushed him off, taking Rhaenyra’s hand to go sit back down. However, you noticed a maester leaning down to whisper into Otto Hightower’s ear, and the feeling that something was going to go wrong suddenly sunk in. Otto leaned over to Viserys’s ear, and he visibly paled, getting up and grabbing your shoulder, leaning down to relay the information he had just heard.

“Aemma is having birthing issues, we must go see her now.”

Rhaenyra gave you a look of worry, but you quickly got up to assume your duty as Aemma’s lead handmaiden.

-

AHHHHHHHHH!

You trailed behind Viserys, eyes scanning the attendants whispering to themselves. It didn’t sound good from the sounds that the queen was making, her screeches making you even feel a bit of anguish. 

“What’s happening?”

“The infant is in breach, Your Grace. All attempts to turn the babe have failed.”

You quickly rushed to Aemma’s side, “Do something for her!”

“We’ve given her as much milk of the poppy as we can without risking the child. Your Queen is a strong woman. She’s fighting with all her might, but it may not be enough.”

“Aemma!”

The king joined you at Aemma’s side, grabbing her other hand while you held a wet cloth against her forehead, face downturned. 

“Aemma, I’m here. I’m here. I’m here. It’s alright. It’s all right.”

“I don’t wanna do this.” She was babbling in all of the searing pain she was going through, whole body covered in a thick sheen of sweat and her cheeks coated with salty tears. Her white birthing gown was soaked, and her face was contorted in misery.  Eventually, however, she settled down again, gripping Viserys’s hand tightly, eyes closed, as you still repeated your action of patting her head down with a wet towel.

“Mellos.”

“Your Grace. If you would.” He gestured to the side. Viserys kissed Aemma’s hand with a certain gentleness, before setting it down onto the plush bed leaving you to her side. 

“My handmaiden…My dearest friend…”

Her eyes were open only slightly, but you knew she was talking to you, and you listened ever closely.

“Yes, Your Grace?”

She took a deep breath before continuing on, “If I… If I were to not make it..-”

“You will-”

“Listen. If I… were to not make it, I need you to… to watch over Rhaenyra. Take care of her, help her, do things for her. She is a smart girl but she will need someone to watch out for her. So please, do…do it for me? For old times sake, my friend.”

Her pale fingers slid a ring from her middle finger, the black and gold contrasting her skin tone. She grabbed your free hand, opening your fingers slowly before setting the ring in your palm and closing your fingers around it; bringing your conjoined hands to her blue and shaky lips for a small, subtle kiss.

“Promise me, Y/N.”

“I…” Her gaze was sad, and you knew then and there, she knew she was going to die, she must have always known that this child was going to be her last, forever. And, with an open heart and eyes welling up with tears, you gave her a big smile and nodded.

“I promise, My Queen.”

Her lips curved up, “How did I ever get so lucky to have a handmaiden like you?”

“It’s not luck, My Queen. I was always meant to be here.”

You smoothed out her white locks, and Viserys finally returned to take place by her side, and you got up, moving to the side of the room and sliding the ring onto your own middle finger. They spoke for a fleeting moment before he gave the attendants a look and they sprung into action, moving pillows aside. The Maester and an attendant kneeling onto the bed. What were they doing?

“I love you.” He muttered it to her like a goodbye, and you realized immediately what was about to happen.

“My king, what are you doing?!”

“Get her out of here.”

“My king, please!” You felt hands grab at your arms, pulling you toward the exit as the laid Aemma down to cut her open, fear evident on her face.

“Viserys, what…”

“Spare her! MY KING!”

“No, I’m scared… please… Oh no… No… No!”

SLAM!

“Let me back in! PLEASE! I’m her handmaiden, I HAVE A DUTY TO FULFILL! PLEASE!”

No response, but the screams of the woman you were meant to take care of, until they went quiet. But now, all that occupied the stagnant, silent, air, was the choked sobs from your heart and soul.

-

When Rhaenyra found you, you were sitting upon the stairs nearest to the room they had killed Aemma in. Your fingers clutched the ring she had given you, the crimson red of her blood still lingering on your dress, and the tears of hearing her screams still sliding down your cheeks. You looked horrible, but Rhaenyra didn’t look any better, tears cascading down her eyes also.

“Y..Y/N…”

You looked up and felt your heart drop to your stomach, opening your arms immediately to hug the girl in mourning. She took the notion and wrapped her arms around you also, sobbing ever so gently into your shoulder.

You were here for her, and you would have to do as Aemma asked. Watch over Rhaenyra, take care of her, help her, and do things for her. The ring in your very clutches was the sign of that promise, and you would not break it for anything.

-

The sun pelted down like an annoying sibling, pestering the eyes of everyone standing within the grassy field. The breeze was at least pleasant, making the grass shift side to side in a hypnotic pattern. Nature was truly beautiful even on a day of death and grief. 

You stood next to Rhaenyra, adorned in a black dress that Alicent had let you borrow for the funeral. Viserys had insisted you be able to attend the funeral, as you were very close to your lady in waiting. And, seeing her on the burning pyre had struck a dark void in your stomach, giving you a feeling of being sick while not actually being ill. Not to mention the once small bundle of joy now wrapped and placed to the side of its mother.

As Daemon came up to speak to Rhaenyra, you let your hand find hers, letting your thumb caress the tender and soft skin of her hand, and she sent a small but sad smile your way.

“They’re waiting for you.”

Everyone was endlessly still, the only sound being the wind blowing and howling at the sky.

“I wonder if, during those few hours my brother lived, my father finally found happiness.”

“Your father needs you, more now than he ever has.”

“I will never be a son.”

Their collective gazes went towards Viserys and Rhaenyra finally stepped up, Syrax looking at her with curiosity.

“Dr-”

She was visibly shaken, taking a gulp of her own spit, before looking upon her father. Her bottom lip quivered, her eyes teary but her expression suddenly hardening as she twisted her head to look upon Syrax, “Dracarys.”

The she- dragon snarled, making its way down the hill it was stationed upon, before sending out a hefty flame towards the corpse of a queen and her still-born son. The composure that you once had was now gone and you let out a sob, twisting your own head to the side to avoid looking at the burning of the woman you once knew and helped. The ring on your finger weighed tons upon tons, just about dragging you into the grassy knoll, to swallow you into the earth and spit you out. But instead of letting it consume you, you set a hand on Rhaenyra’s shoulder and pulled her into a hug, not noticing Viserys and Daemon’s curious gaze.

-

“Handmaiden Y/N, The council has requested for you.”

It was no shock that you would eventually have to leave the castle due to the object of your very job being dead. You’d hope that Viserys wouldn't let you be thrown to the side like that, but the worries were gently shushed when the gaze of the council members were on you. They all looked fairly calm, open-minded, and not at all upset.

“Y/N, I wished for you to be here to directly receive your new orders as of late. You were the lead handmaiden to my wife, Aemma, and excelled at your job. You were at her very side until the end, so I wish to tell you this… You are to be my daughter's lead handmaiden.”

It was silent, enough to hear a pin drop, yet Viserys still smiled.

“You will assume the same duties you had with my wife, except with Rhaenyra. Is that clear?”

You let yourself nod frantically, twisting the ring on your finger with haste.

“Yes, Your Grace. I will go right away.”

You bowed at the group of extremely powerful men, before turning hastily to leave.

“And Y/N…?”

“Yes?”

“Cherish that ring.”

The smile that creeped onto your face was untimely but felt good, and you nodded, leaving immediately to leave the council to continue their affairs. Little did you know however, the very next day you would be helping Rhaenyra get dressed with Alicent, tying the strings on the back of her dress and tying her hair up into a royal up-do. She looked like her mother, and there was no doubt in your mind that she would be a fantastic ruler of the Seven Realms. Alicent put the headpiece onto her head, and all felt natural with the world, even for the fleeting moment.

-

“Corlys of House Velaryon. Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark.”

“I, Corlys Velaryon. Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark, promise to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir, the Princess Rhaenyra. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new.”

“I, Lord Hobert Hightower. Beacon of the South, Defender of the Citadel and Voice of Oldtown, promise to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir, the Princess Rhaenyra. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new.”

“I, Boremund Baratheon. Promise to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir, the Princess Rhaenyra. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new.”

“I, Rickon Stark, Lord of Winterfell…promise to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir, the Princess Rhaenyra. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new.”

The maester adorned Rhaenyra with the royal jewels, adjusting it slightly so it was centered with her chest, before backing away. She turned towards the Iron Throne which her father, Viserys, laid seated, and bowed her head. He rose from his rather sharp throne, and began to speak, “I, Viserys Targaryen, first of his name. King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm do hereby name, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone, and heir to the Iron Throne.”

She visibly smiled, yourself doing so also before everyone in the room bowed their heads. And she turned towards the room, breathing in and out and observing every single person, before her eyes landed on you, and her smile grew tenfold. Maybe there is hope in this kingdom of dragons and fire.

[madame-fear]

✧.* Hello everyone! Welcome to my fic recommendations, this post in particular will be especifically for the House of the Dragon fanfics; whether they were written by mutuals, or not. Enjoy!

Queen Visenya x Haindmaiden!Reader; by @ruby-dragon

Aemond Targaryen x original character; by @solisarium [ smut warning ]

Our Duties, Lucerys Velaryon x Reader; by @mrsgrwy

Modern! Lucerys Velaryon having a crush on you, by @mrsgrwy

Lavender Haze, Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader; by @howyouloveyourdragon [ brief smut content ]

Tell Me How You Hate Me, Modern!Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader; by @targaryenbrainrot. Part one here, part two here.

Falling For a Lie, a Lucerys Velaryon x Witch!Reader series; by @reader-inserts-and-others-thing

The Prince's Mistress, a Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader series; by @faces-ofvenus

Confessions from the Heart, Lucerys Velaryon x Reader; by @house-strong

Two is Better than One, Jacaerys x Reader x Lucerys; by @house-strong

Shadow of the Sea Snake, Lucerys Velaryon x Reader; by @house-strong

A Bit of Fun, Aemond Targaryen x Reader; by @valeskafics [ smut content ]

5 songs, 5 NSFW headcanons with Aegon, Aemond, Rhaenyra, Helaena and Jacaerys; by @asa-do-your-thing

Comforting Aemond; by @vhagarlovebot

Bookcanon!Rhaenyra x Paramour!Reader x Bookcanon!Alicent headcanons; by @sabrinasstar

A Dragon's Love, Lucerys Velaryon x Reader; by @eunoiathewriter

Salt Fare, North Sea, Lucerys Velaryon x Reader; by @dearsnow

Poly Relationship with Jacaerys and Lucerys headcanons; by @countsmoon

Dark Male! Rhaenyra Targaryen x Cousin!Reader headcanons; by @floatyflowers

— ♡ that will be all for now! though, I have much more amazing writers and fics to add. ♡ —

[howyouloveyourdragon]

ASOIAF Masterlist

does not include series' * means it includes smut dividers from saradika

House of the Dragon taglist

Rhaenyra Targaryen

fics: - Lavander Haze - Mastermind - alpha!rhaenyra claims sister, ii* (request) - Yandere alpha!rhaenyra x omega half-sister betrothal (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra takes half-sister from greens power play* (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra punishes omega reader after lords flirt with her* (request) - Alpha!rhaenyra x soft shy omega!sister x alpha!daemon* (request) - Pearls* – sugar mommy rhaenyra au (ft. alicent) - Of Lances and Thorns – male!hightower reader (pending) - A Sunset Seal – male!martell reader (pending) - Perfect – fem!tully reader (pending) - My One and Only, My Lifeline - rhaenicent band au (pending) - Young Dragon (request) (pending) - One Flesh, One Heart, One soul (request) (pending)

headcanons: - Yandere Rhaenyra x Lady-in-waiting (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra takes half-sister from greens* (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra x female dragonseed*  ii* (request) - Yandere Daemon joins Rhaenyra x half-sister (request) - Dragonseed reader saves Rhaenyra from execution & Aegon the young (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra x Valyrian sorceress reader* (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons - Alpha Rhaenyra and omega Aegon headcanons (request) - Platonic Yandere Rhaenyra x Aegon (platonic) (request) (pending) - rhaenyra and laenor x aemond headcanons (request) (pending) - rhaenyra looking after her siblings instead (request) (pending) - rhaenys looking after the kids (request) (pending) - Alpha rhaenyra x omega half sister parenting their kids (request) (pending) - Yandere rhaenyra x daemons bastard daughter (request) (pending) - Yandere rhaenyra x yandere laenor x son reader (request) (pending) - Yandere rhaenyra x laenor son (request) (pending) - Yandere rhaenyra x handmaiden (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x female dragonkeeper (request) (pending) - yandere mom rhaenyra x orphan reader (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega velaryon reader (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega hightower reader (request) (pending) - rhaenyra targaryen x velaryon reader (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x aegon headcanons (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x helaena (request) (pending)

Alicent Hightower

fics: - Only Queen - Last Kiss - Pearls* – sugar mommy rhaenyra x reader x sugar mommy alicent (ft. rhaenyra) (pending) - The Set-Up – male!velaryon reader (pending) - A Breeze of Decay (pending) - My One and Only, My Lifeline - rhaenicent band au (pending)

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Jacaerys Velaryon

fics: - Everybody Wants you - Namesday* (ft. aemond x reader) - The Heart Bestowed – tyrell!reader - No Rest For The Dragons (request) - Too Much, Too Little* (request) (pending)

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons - Haelena x Jacaerys headcanons (request) (pending)

Aemond Targaryen

fics: - Some Thread Of Time - Namesday* (ft jacaerys x reader) - Sweet Girl* (ft aegon x reader) - Crystals* (ft alys rivers x reader) (pending)

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Aegon Targaryen

fics: - Gold Rush - Sweet Girl* (ft. aemond x reader) - Prince of Rouge – moulin rouge au, satine!aegon targaryen (pending) - The Memories (pending) - Eagerness* (pending)

headcanons: - Alpha Rhaenyra and omega Aegon platonic headcanons (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Helaena Targaryen

fics: - Maroon - I Think He Did It (pending) - Soft Peace (request) (pending)

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons - yandere rhaenyra x helaena (request) (pending) - haelena x jacaerys headcanons (request) (pending)

Cregan Stark

fics: - Parchment (pending)

headcanons:

Corlys Velaryon

fics: - The Moon

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Daemon Targaryen

fics: - alpha!rhaenyra x soft shy omega!sister x alpha!daemon* (request) - Remnants* – fem!peasant reader - The Heat* (request) (pending) - Gentle Light (request) (pending) - Head of House (request) (pending)

headcanons: - Yandere Daemon joins Rhaenyra x half-sister (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons - daemon x hightower fem reader (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (request) (pending)

Rhaenys Targaryen

fics:

headcanons: - rhaenys looking after the kids (request) (pending)

Alys Rivers

fics: - Crystals* (ft aemond x reader) (pending)

headcanons:

Game Of Thrones

Daenerys Targaryen

fics: - alpha daenerys x brat omega!reader (request)

headcanons:

Margaery Tyrell

fics: - Taking Charge* – ft Robb Stark (request) - Any Path We Take (pending)

headcanons:

Robb Stark

fics: - Taking Charge* – ft Robb Stark (request) - Fight it – targaryen!reader (pending) - Best Friend's Brother (request) (pending)

headcanons:

Arya Stark

fics: - yandere arya x fem!reader pt 2 pt3 (pending) (request)

headcanons:

Bran Stark

fics: - Lady By The Sea – mermaid!reader (pending)

headcanons:

Jaime Lannister

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

Eddard Stark:

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

Stannis Baratheon:

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

misc.

Rhaegar Targaryen

fics: - The Flower and Her Sword (pending)

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

Aegon I Targaryen

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

Maegor Targaryen

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Baelon Targaryen

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Viserys Targaryen

fics

headcanons - alicent's widowed sister

Brynden Tully

fics

headcanons - yandere husband headcanons (request) (pending)

Character x Character

Platonic - alpha rhaenyra and omega aegon headcanons (request) - yandere rhaenyra x aegon headcanons (request) (pending) - rhaenyra and laenor x aemond headcanons (request) (pending) - rhaenyra looking after her siblings instead (request) (pending) - rhaenys looking after the kids (request) (pending)

Romantic - alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x aegon headcanons (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x helaena (request) (pending) - haelena x jacaerys headcanons (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega daenerys headcanons (request) (pending)

[bumblesimagines]

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[armandisdaddy]

We’re Just Friends-Modern Au! Rhaenyra x Dornish Male Reader

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Dornish Male Reader (House of Blackmont)

Content/Warning: !!🔞 PLUS ONLY!!, age-gap, sexual tension, lots of jealousy, toxic relationship, strap-on penetration, femme-dom, angst, swearing.

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You and Rhaenyra have been inseparable since you were kids. She accepted you when you could express who you really were to anyone else and overtime you’ve grown to love her in ways a bestfriend shouldn’t. Should you tell her or is it worth possibly losing a friendship?

Author’s Notes: The content/warning section is something I put on all my stories because it will come up eventually and I like to let everyone know it’s for adults and adults only. Also I’ve somewhat changed the ages of Rhaenyra and her brother Aegon so Jace and everyone else aren’t involved in the story.

Chapter One

You and Rhaenyra first met in secondary school for your first year. You had just moved from Dorne over the summer, being the hot topic of discussion when you arrived Y/N Blackmont. One of the most prestigious families of Westoros in King’s Landing. You were walking down the hall dressed in the normal outfit set out for yourself everyday a preppy button up, a skirt, and some platformed boots.

As everyone knew Dorne was a more accepting culture. Women were sexually liberated and men were allowed to take on the lovers that suited them men or women. But in King’s Landing it was foreign to them and of course ignorance came along with it. The bullying was relentless on your first day only stopping when Rhaenyra Targaryen spoke up for you. She was a few years ahead of you and seemed to be an all around tomboy.

Aegon and his group of dick wads had been the ones making thing difficult for you, following you around nonstop projecting no doubt. “Hey…are you a boy or a girl?” It was a good thing you had thick skin an even sharper tongue. “Why Aegon? Do you think I’m pretty?” He grimaced and cocked a fist back before his older sister grabbed onto his shoulder pulling him aside. “What the fuck are you doing?” She scolded him like a mother.

She was thin and a little taller than an average girl. Her skin pale like snow and eyes the color of lavender. Her silver locks were cut short and her style well let’s just say the both of you were very androgynous. “I’m sorry about my brother he can be a cunt…and you are?” You were a bit shocked that she even bothered to acknowledge you. “Oh yeah it’s okay…I prepared myself for someone to come fucking with me today. I’m Y/N…Y/N Blackmont.”

“Well, Y/N I think you and I are going to great friends…don’t you think?” She wrapped her arm into yours and dragged you away like you were her new prized pet and you two have been inseparable ever since. The years had passed and Rhaenyra had graduated from King’s Landing Prep and went to uni and two years later you soon followed. The two of you had become roommates and every professor and student knew if they saw one of you the other was not too far behind.

It seemed like it took forever for Friday to come, but finally it was here. You had exams to do and Rhaenyra had no classes today so she was at home waiting for you. You decided with how well you did it was time to celebrate so you went to the liquor store and bought a bottle of Dorne’s best tequila. Coming through the door your smile quickly turned into a frown seeing who was on your couch. What the fuck was she doing here?

Rhaenyra’s “girlfriend” Lydia Tyrell, now in the beginning you actually wanted to like her, but it was clear that Ms. Tyrell wanted to be the only important person in Rhaenyra’s life. She made it a point to always make the plan you two made fall through. She often threw snarky jabs at you that Rhaenyra was to cunt drunk to pick up on, but you endured for the happiness of your friend.

“Oh..Lydia…you’re here…” You tried to seem happy about her being there, but you failed horribly. “Y/N..” She responded coldly, soon you were interrupted and your smile returned seeing her come out of her room just as excited to see you. Running to you, Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around you picking you up in the air, were you really that light? You blush. “Rhae…put me down please..” you laughed like giddy child before she placed you back on the ground. “So how’d my baby do?” You pulled out the bottle of tequila and squealed. “I passed bitch!!!!” The two of you jumped up and down like highschool girls and Lydia cleared her throat causing the both of you to look her way.

“Umm..congratulations and everything, butttt we have a party to go to tonight. So sorry to cut your celebration so short, love.” A smug smile curled upon her lips. That condescending little cunt. You gritted your teeth into a cheerful grin. “Oh no it’s fine you made plans before this so it’s no biggy.” Rhaenyra pulled you in to whisper something to you. “We can get fucked up when I get back I promise.” She pulled away smiling at you with that smile that gave you butterflies sometimes. Lydia looked like she could’ve puked and you relished how annoyed you made her. “But while you wait Aegon said he was coming by he wanted to talk to you.”

“Talk to me about what?” She shrugged. “I think he likes you honestly.” You scoffed and gagged. “You’re not trying to hook me up with your brother. The same brother that bullied me, because of how I dress and identify? I think the fuck not..” She winced, remembering just how bad he treated you. “Yes you are right. You know he actually came out last year. And he’s been talking about you nonstop for some reason.”

“I’m not the least bit attracted to him so no.” Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and playfully popped the back of your thigh. “Well, you should find someone you like…you’ve never had a boyfriend or girlfriend since I’ve known you.” She was right you weren’t too good at dating. You were a bit awkward with affection and girls didn’t actually gravitate to you since you were on the feminine side yourself. “Rhae…you know I would like my own person…but people don’t stick around long enough to get past all of this.” You sighed

“But, I’ll be fine my toys are my lovers.” You chuckled and Rhae gave you this look that you couldn’t quite read, but it made you nervous. “Well, I’m going to take a shower and start getting drunk in my room. You two have fun at your party. Love ya.” You said sweetly before disappearing in the back of the apartment. “Love you too.” She yelled in your direction.

You sighed after your shower taking two shots of the harsh but smooth spirit. You blasted your music hearing your best friend and her bitch of a girlfriend going at it in the next room…gross. Soon you heard a knock on the door and you got up to answer. You were in some spandex shorts and a crop top. Your dark locks still wet from the shower were pinned up with a hair clip. Opening the door it was her brother. “Hey, Y/N. Can I come in? I brought party favors.” He held up two bottles of tequila and you smiled somewhat. “Oh yeah come in, let me go get my bottle from my room.” You noticed his wandering eyes and gave him a cheeky smile. “Yeah I know I look good.” you teased.

Once you were back you sat on the couch next to him and turned on the tv, the silence between the two of you was deafening. “So I heard you passed your exam.” This was how he was going to start the conversation? “Oh yeah. I kinda psyched myself out, but I got a perfect score.” He smiled giving you a friendly push, “That’s good. You’re pretty damn smart any way.” You smile, “Thanks.” He cleared his throat again you could sense him getting a tad nervous. “So…Y/N first and foremost I want to apologize for the way I treated you when we were kids. I’m was an idiot, trying to deal with my own shit and I don’t know if Nyra has told you, but I’m gay…” You listened intently knowing where this was probably headed. “When did you figure that out?”

He smiled and looked down to his shoes before his lavender gaze found your sweet pools of honey. “If I’m being honest around the time I saw you..” That was a shocker you basically despised one another or so you thought. “Oh so you were taking your insecurities out on me?” He looked away from you and sighed. “Look, I’ve been thinking about how I was going to say this all day, but I like you a lot..and I was hoping we could start over and I could take you out?”

You smiled a bit and thought about it honestly what could it hurt a date could only either go great or not like they plan but forgiving him wouldn’t hurt you either. “Okay, well I forgive you and sure you can take me out on a date.” He smiled and hugged you kissing your cheek. Your cheeks flushed and you opened your mouth to speak, but you were interrupted by Lydia barging out of Rhaenyra’s room. “I’m fucking sick of this! You always take him everywhere we go. On dates, movies, parties…when can I ever have you to myself.”

Rhaenyra was seething her face red with anger. “I’ve noticed you don’t like him and I want to know why? He’s done nothing, but be nice to you and you insist on being a cold bitch!” Lydia was in shock, you and Aegon were meer bystanders. “I wouldn’t be so bothered by Y/N if you weren’t so clearly in love with him.”Lydia stormed out and Rhaenyra turned to you. Aegon hopped up going into the kitchen to grab some shot glasses. “Time to get fucked up!” He yelled and you laughed nervously, grabbing Rhaenyra’s hand.

“Let me talk to her for a second..we will be back.” He nodded and you pulled her into your room. “What the fuck just happened?” You asked and Rhaenyra bursted into tears. “I mentioned that I wanted you to come with us I know how nervous you were about being alone with my brother and I said it would be a good idea for you to maybe meet someone there…and that’s when she stormed out…I know I’ve been oblivious to how she’s treated you the last two years, but she’s brought you up so much lately. Starting arguments about you specifically asking why do you have to live here as if I’d kick you out for her.”

You pulled her into your chest for a hug and sighed rocking her slowly. “It’s alright she was a bitch anyway I only tolerated her, because I wanted you to be happy.” She held onto your slender waist tightly and sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve broken it off with her as soon as you told me.” You sigh humming. “I just wanted you to be happy Rhae.” She could hear your heart beating..oh how it pounded with her laying on you this way. “Maybe we should go take some shots.” You picked her up and led her to the kitchen.

Later that night you all were drunk off your asses and you and Aegon were getting rather acquainted with each other dancing and laughing together. Rhaenyra watched them closely and sulked the green with jealousy. Then you favorite song came on and she stood up to take you away from her little brother and held you from behind swaying you. You melted into her, her brother long passed out once he hit the couch. She sang to you and you smiled shivers going down your spine as she place a sweet kiss against your shoulder.

“She was right…” you look out of the corner of your eye. “What?” Her voice a soft whisper, “Lydia…she was right..I love you.” You laughed nervously “Of course I love you too, you’re my bestfriend, Rhae.” She shook her head and pulled you away into her room locking the door behind you. She called you by the nick name she had given and seemed to be fighting with herself. “No…I want you, Y/N. You don’t understand how badly I want you.” You were still dizzy from the tequila, but she said it. “But, I thought you only liked girls…what about Lydia…what about Aegon?”

She chuckled, “Fuck her and he can always find someone else. And I do mostly…but I like you too.” Her hands soft cupped you delicately chiseled face and pulled you in for a kiss. The taste of the tequila on her tongue excited you. Her hands quickly finding their way on your body. Your slender yet toned frame was surprisingly soft like that of the women she’s had before.

“Rhaenyra…” You whimpered her name and she cooed inhaling your scent. You smelled sweet like vanilla and she groaned reaching into you shorts grabbing onto your tones buttocks your hands reaching up her tank top to cup her breasts. Catching your lips again she moaned into them and bit at the soft supple flesh of your bottom lip. Your cock twitching within your shorts.

She of course had the upper hand dominating you with just a kiss. She a hand to the front of your short cupping your cock squeezing slightly you gasped causing you to leak into her hand. “You’re pathetic you know that…” She looked at you and smiled leaning in to kiss you again when you both heard a loud crash and Aegon yelling something inaudible… “Fuck..” you both hiss. “Rhaenyra opened the door and walked out first. “What the fuck have you broken now?” She groaned “Aegon, my fucking coffee table?!?!”

You laughed soon following behind her. He tried getting up to piss, in his words and fell in the coffee table. She sighed holding two fingers to the bridge of her nose and you were seeing if he was okay. The two of you carried him to her bed and then went back to clean up the mess in the living room. “Would you like to come sleep with me tonight?” By the time you two were finished you were far to exhausted to continue with what had just so instead she wrapped her arms about you and laid on your chest while you fingers slid up and down her back. She fell asleep, but you stayed awake wondering what was to happen now..

To be continued…

[armandisdaddy]

We’re Just Friends Chp.2 -Modern Au! Rhaenyra x Dornish Male Reader

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Dornish Male Reader (House of Blackmont) Aegon x Male Reader

Content/Warning: !!🔞PLUS!! Angst, Denial, Some Sexual Content, Tension,Strap penetration , Fem domme action, Smut, toxic love, LOTS of Jealousy, and a bit of a love square. (No not a triangle lmfao)

Word count: 2,065

Author’s Notes: I know you’re going to be surprised because I surprised myself honestly. This is one of my more depraved fictions…sooo hopefully I didn’t go to far..

Chapter Two

You slept off the tequila and woke up to an empty bed. You went to check Rhaenyra’s and there was no one there not even Aegon. Where did everyone go? So you pulled out your phone texting her.

You

“Hey wya?”

*No reply*

“Okay…” You decided to forget about it and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Hours had passed and still nothing from her. You started to get worried and thought to call the police, but you were interrupted hearing the door open and laughing coming from the living room. You walked out seeing Lydia and Rhaenyra sitting there on the couch holding hands, laughing. You gasped loud enough for them to hear you and you smiled awkwardly waving at them. With a tight lipped grin you walked into the kitchen to get a drink locking yourself in your room for the remainder of the day.

After what just happened last night she took that bitch back….okay well seems like you were on the market again. You sighed feeling your heart crumble into tiny pieces, but what could you. It is what it is..you told your self. They stayed in the house all day not even giving you a chance to truly express the anger and hurt you were feeling. You decided you need to get out of the house. Texting Aegon,

You

“Hey..you know any good clubs to go to tonight?”

Aegon

“Hell yeah.”

You

“Pick me up at 10…😘”

You smiled yourself getting up to find something to wear. You searched through your closet finding a black fishnet top, a super short mini skirt, with fishnet stockings and some black platform boots. Putting the clothes on your body you took a few pictures sending them to Aegon and posting them on Instagram. Finishing your hair and makeup you were very happy with the end result.

Aegon

“You look fucking hot..🥵”

You

“Thank you, love.”

Aegon

“I’ll be there in like 5 mins..”

You decided it was time to go outside to meet him so you stepped into the hall looking at yourself one more time before you waltzed through the living room without saying a word. “Y/N your going out?” Was Rhaenyra really asking you where you were going? You turned to look at her with sickeningly sweet smile. “Oh yeah I decided to take your advice about your brother. We’re going to this sick club he told me about. Don’t wait up..you two have fun.” Her face dropped and you didn’t give her a chance to say a thing before you left.

Walking outside you saw Aegon pulling up in his sports car that he called Sunfyre. Impressive you thought running up to the car. He smiled getting out to give a tight hug. “You look..amazing.” He stared at you in awe. “Stop staring let’s go have fun.” You teased letting yourself in on the passenger side while he sat back in the drivers seat. Soon you were getting a text message from your “Bestfriend”

Rhae Rhae

“I thought you said you weren’t attracted to him.”

You

“Aren’t you suppose to be knee deep in some pussy right now? Please get tf out of my phone with this shit.”

*Read*

You

“That’s what tf I thought..”

Who the fuck did she think she was, you weren’t even bothered about what happened between the two of you last night. What you were pissed off about was the fact that basically chose being with that cunt over your entire friendship. Aegon touched your thigh as he drove. “ You okay, Y/N?” You exhaled slowly and sighed. “Honestly…no. Guess who your sister brought back to the house after she said all that shit about me.” He gasped “She didn’t…” You nodded, “Yeah..yeah she did.”

He rubbed your thigh trying to make you feel better and you smiled softly trying to push it to the back of your mind trying to reassure yourself you were going to have fun. Now you were pulling up to the club and surprisingly you didn’t have to wait in some crazy ass line. Well of course not, you were with one of the famous Targaryens after all. The music blared as you walked inside with Aegon holding your hand guiding you to his VIP section. “Wait here, I’m bringing a bottle back. Tequila right?.” You looked around bobbing your head to the music. “Yeah..right.” Before you knew it were up dancing by yourself waiting for Aegon to get back and apparently you had caught someone’s eye. Cragen Stark to be exact.

He gave a rather dashing smile and approached you. “Your Y/N, Rhaenyra’s friend right?” You had to yell over the music and move closer to him in order for him to hear you properly. “Umm yeah you can say that.” His smile never wavering. “You look good tonight.” You smiled blushing slightly looking away. “Thanks.” Looking around then back at you he pulled out his phone. “I see you’re with Aegon, can I have your number I’ll text you when I leave here.” You took his phone and smiled like the Cheshire Cat typing in your name and number quickly. “Thanks. It was nice seeing you. Hope to you see you again, Y/N.”

Aegon came back with the bottles and shot glasses. “You’re going to be pissed at me.” You looked confused . “Huh..why?” He sucked his teeth. “Umm…Nyra texted me asking what club we were going to and I fucked up and told her…aannnd now she’s here coming to our section.” You rolled your eyes and sighed seeing her coming up the steps with the cunt following behind her. “Just great…I’m going to go dance.” Cracking a bottle of the strong spirit open you poured yourself two shots kicking them both back with ease. Pushing past Rhaenyra not even giving her a second glance.

She waited to get Lydia drunk enough which didn’t take long and made her way down to the dance floor to find you. You were dancing like nobody was watching and she broke your trance taking your wrist dragging you off into the bathroom locking the door behind her. You pulled away, but she had quite a grip on you.

“What the fuck do you want?” Her violet eyes were fuming with anger and you laughed loving that you could get her so angry. “So what is your fucking problem? Scoffing, “My problem…? I’m not the one who fucking lied saying they were leaving their girlfriend last night because of how they treat your bestfriend. Not to mention you confess your undying love for me last night we almost hooked the fuck up and now your back with Lydia. So tell me do I have a problem? Because I don’t think I do. You’ve made me realize I’m not shit to you so we can keep it that way. From now on I’m just your roommate.”

Rhaenyra seemed to be in deep thought and then she remembered. “I told you I loved you…last night. And we kissed. I thought I imagined that…I was fucked up last night.” You rolled your eyes and left the bathroom. “Un-fucking believable.” Going back to your VIP section you found a seat in Aegon’s lap. Rhaenyra trailing not too far behind you she hesitated seeing the two of you like that, but fixed her face finding her seat beside Lydia.

The night went on and you almost forgot she was even there she was so quiet sulking and you were too busy dancing and laughing with her brother. A few moments later a fight had broke out and the club had been cleared out. Rhaenyra told Aegon she was taking Lydia home first and that she’d be back home soon. Aegon took you back to your shared apartment and attempted go up with you, but you declined claiming you were tired and had some last minute work to turn in for school tomorrow. He nodded understanding and hugged you goodnight.

You got inside showering and destressing you sighed to yourself hearing Rhaenyra come inside. Expecting her to go to her room you came out of the bathroom in your towel only to be pushing into your room against the wall. “Rhae…Rhaenyra what are you doing get off me?” You spoke with an annoyed tone pushing her away before she crashed her lips into yours.

“I remember last night…pretty well now and I remember we were rudely interrupted..no?” Her eyes were blown with lust and your were overwhelmed at the sudden intrusion of her tongue in your mouth. You wanted to be angry, but your body wouldn’t allow it. Your towel fell exposing your full body to her and she smiled.

“You’re gorgeous…you know that?” You look away shyly. “Oh no be a good boy and look at me..” You whimpered as her hands slid down your body teasing your already throbbing cock. “Nyra…please.” You begged her to stop teasing it was becoming to much. “Your so fucking pathetic…what were you saying in the club tonight? Oh yeah…I’m just your fucking roommate.” She spoke in a mocking tone. “And yet here you are ready to blow your load and I haven’t even gotten started yet. Pathetic.” Why did she have to talk to you like that and why did it have to make you so horny.

She pushed you to your knees and smiled softly caressing your lips and chin. Pulling down her pants she stood over you her strap and cunt in clear view and she sat it on your face. “Eat it..” You moaned inhaling her scent melting slowly lapping at her clit, cooing at the taste of her. She groaned wrapping her hands in your dark thick tresses pushing your face into her cunt. Her hips buck rubbing it up and down your face. Your nose nudging her clit simultaneously causing her to tremble every now and then.

“Good boy.” She praised and you moaned into her, licking and sucking with feverishly. She bit into her lip quickly coming undone on your tongue. Your cock twitching in agony by how stimulated you were. She laughed loving how cute you looked beneath her and she pulled back grabbing the dildo attached to her harness slapping it on your face. “Can you do something for me, sweet boy.” You nodded waiting for her next command. “Get on the bed on all fours.”

You obliged and quickly went face down ass up. “You belong just like this don’t you?” You whimpered as she laid a harsh smack across your rounded ass cheek. “Answer me.” You squeal. “Yes..” she went rummaging through your things and found some lube letting the the cool liquid drip down your tight hole she rubbing her thumb around the rim slowly letting it give way to the pressure of her pressing against it. Soon she added another finger and another until she felt you were nice and ready for her.

She lubed up her attachment and slowly prodded at your entrance before slowly slipping inside. You wince slightly, but your eyes rolled into your head from the way it filled you so nicely leaving no room for nothing else. She bucked her hips forward filling you until she hit a dead end and pulled back before pounding into you recklessly. Holding your hips her pelvis smashed into your ass over and over causing it to jiggle with each thrust. “Fuck..Rhaenyra…yes..” You whimpered and screamed grabbing onto the sheets of your bed.

“You lik this huh, your taking me so well, pet. You love the way I fuck you, huh?” She pulled you up by your hair. “Yes..yes I love the way you fuck me.” Your groan like an animal as she continued her assault. “Oh my Gods. I’m going to cum..please make me cum.” She slapped your ass again relishing how slutty you’ve become. “Your a little slut for this dick aren’t you.” You nodded vigorously exploding all over your sheets.

She pulled out from you and slapped your ass one more good time before picking you up to kiss you harshly. “Are you going to talk to me like that again?” She asked as she held your face so you looked her in the eyes. “No…” she pushed you back exiting the room. “Good…”

To be continued…