#issa’s flying night

[roanniom]

I love Steve just manhandling reader, but affectionately. You're too tired but wanna keep going? No problem, he's got some muscles after all, he can just move you to his heart's desire <3 (def inspired by usedtobecooler's blurb the other day)

Oh 100%

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Steve actually secretly wants you to get tired so he can take over. He’ll lie back and watch you bounce up and down on his dick, fully at his leisure and enjoying the pleasure and the view. Meanwhile your face is twisted with effort and your poor thighs are on fire.

He loves the chance to feel like a merciful hero (and to take the opportunity to tease you a little bit).

“Aw baby, can’t do it by yourself anymore, can ya? You need me help?” He coos when you let out a frustrated moan.

“Stevie…can you?”

He gives you a thousand watt smile and slides his big hands under your thighs.

“You just let go. Be a baby doll and let Stevie fuck you the way you need to be fucked, alright?”

‘Baby doll’ isn’t just a term of endearment in this case. He wants you to be his literal doll, a toy he can play with - something he knows makes your mind go blank and your pussy wetter than anything else.

In minutes you’re babbling nonsense, almost boneless above him and he works you up and down his cock as if it takes no effort at all, more a testament to his strength than any commentary on you. Steve watches you lose your mind in the bouncing motion and he’s never felt more powerful.

“That’s it, let go. Stevie’s got ya.”

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[koostarcandy]

whole damn world

summary: a night where jungkook and you just can't fall asleep. ensue the cutest night you've ever had, including karaoke, chicken, watching modern family and loving on your adorable son.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, fluff and fluff.

wc: 923 words (issa baby 🤕)

a/n: guess who's gonna drop this and then pull a jungkook :]

"you're just fake snoring now, it doesn't even help!"

"i counted 837 sheep, sprayed our pillow mist and even played the dreamy lofi playlist we made and it got over. i have to resort to other measures, sweetheart."

you gasp, sitting up and throwing off the comforter, suddenly running to the living room. jungkook's tired brain short circuits, glancing around the room to see if you running wasn't something he dreamt of.

"baby?" he throws on a tshirt and quickly follows after you, "why are you running? did we miss an episode or something?"

"you said we tried everything but you forgot one thing, silly!" your eyes look akin to those of a detective who's pieced a puzzle they've been chasing to solve, fingers rapidly flying over your keyboard. he watches you in amusement and adoration, settling behind you and wrapping his arms around you. his eyes match yours now when he finds you ordering chicken from his new favourite restaurant.

"damn," jungkook lets out, "soy garlic chicken supremacy, okay?" he says aggressively and cutely, you note, his furrowed eyebrows letting you know that he was finishing the box, even if the moon laid to rest and the sun came up to start its daily duties. you're absentmindedly tracing the clock tattoo on his upper arm, midnight chicken and beer getting you quiet and sentimental.

your human pillow notices the comfortable silence from you, starry eyes following gloria delgado's rant about how the men in her family don't talk to her. "can see and feel you staring, koo." you turn your head to his side, lips lifted up at his adoring attention, eyes still focused on the tv. jungkook removes his gloves, downing the last of his beer. he nuzzles your neck, taking your homey and comforting scent. he pulls you impossibly closer, scattering kisses on your neck, tracing up to your cheeks. your eyes finally fall on his, peeking through his long bangs. its at level 3 now, you remind him proudly everyday, tying tiny braids and squishing his cheeks for your weekly change of wallpaper.

"you wanna play with my hair, don't you?" jungkook reads your mind, smiling when you nod sheepishly, already taking out the silk scrunchie which was holding his hair back in a sprout. he sits in between your legs, settling in comfortably. this is one of your favourite activities, carding your fingers through his soft and silky hair, watching the curls bounce when you brush through them.

you have nothing particular bothering you today, watching him grab the remote and shift to youtube, pulling up the karaoke version of dreamers, "lemme put on a show, baby, just for you," he says sincerely, getting up and letting bam sit on your lap now. he waits for the song to start, laughing when he looks at you looking unbelievably small behind bam.

you both never fail to cheer him on, giving him song requests and watching bam run around him, keeping up with his intense choreography. jungkook dramatically falls on you, giggling at your open mouth, mind still stuck on his sudden cover of unholy. "cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" you punch his arm weakly, "you've had too much to drink tonight, honey," you retort back, laughing at your equally weak attempt to get him back. he straddles your lap, letting himself fall on you like a weighted blanket. and he's your favourite type, made of love and cosy comfort.

you look down on him, the beer chugging finally catching up with him, his droopy eyes catching yours. "hi, my love," he giggles, turning his head to find bam nosing him, "and hello, my bamie!" he sits up slightly so he could shower the pup with kisses, booping his brown nose with his finger.

you watch the interaction with endeared eyes, finding your day incomplete without seeing the both of them, happy and content. you weren't planning on crying tonight, it wasn't in today's plot of your unusual night and you certainly didn't expect tears to fall down like waterfalls down your cheeks when you hear jungkook say, "you both are part of the most important people in my life, never forget that, okay?"

you immediately lift your arm to cover your eyes, sniffling and crying like your husband just returned from war. said husband from war is on you in an instant, holding your face tenderly. "i didn't mean to make you cry," he says, leaning his forehead on yours and willing himself to not cry. "happy tears, koo, we're fine," you reassure him, pulling back to place a kiss on his lips. you push his hair back from his forehead, tying his hair in a loose ponytail. his eyes trace your feature with starry fondness, pulling your neck so you're looking at him again.

jungkook sighs, making you tilt your head to the side in curiosity. he kisses you tenderly, leaving another one on your forehead.

"bamie, house, it's late and i just remembered we have to go to the doc's, so sleepy time, okay?" he says firmly yet gently, giving the doberman a forehead kiss. he doesn't go until he gets his customary forehead pat from you, which you lovingly give him promptly.

"he knocked out quickly," jungkook says quietly, getting up and settling on the couch. he pulls you up so you're on his lap now, nosing his way to your neck and sighing in content. "he got that from me," you say, giggling when you get a playful glare and apologizing half-heartedly, squishing his cheeks in retaliation when he starts tickling you.

jungkook holds your waist, making you go still, "god," he breathes, "how is it that when i look at you, i see the whole damn world?"

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[misguidedasgardian]

The Hour of the Wolf (9)

IX. Longing

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your husband is away from you, and you are away from your husband

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, war, death, mentions of killings, genocide and war, threats, allucinations, complications in pregnancy, arranged marriage, SPOILERS for ASOIAF, and Fire & Blood, also, might spoil House of the Dragon, might miss some warnings, this chapter might contain triggering content as its features threats to a pregnant woman, from someone who is supposed to be deceased, ghost much? jeje

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3,7 k 

Notes: I really want to think Northerners are not like they were portrayed in the last seasons of the Got shitshow. I did not check this for errors, I'm so excited to post it jeje sorry

It felt like your baby knew, as soon as Cregan left, you started showing, you had been married to Cregan for more than six moons, but it was complicated to tell which of all those numerous times he bed you did the trick, but the Maester believed you were almost four moons now 

Further than you expected

But also, as Cregan left, you felt terribly lonely, especially at night, your treacherous mind would draw sinister figures in the corner of your vision. You had trouble sleeping, only able to do so if there was at least one fire lighten in your room

You didn’t want to feel like this, you really didn’t, you wanted to be relaxed, for your child’s sake 

But it was proven really difficult, your tricky eyes would draw shapes of people in corners that were not really there, when you turned too quickly or even in the corner of your eye. You besides dealing with issues of a healing Kingdom, you wanted to keep your mind busy 

“Have you seen Vhaelar flying over the city this past week?”, you asked Ser Arryk

“No, your grace”, he informed dutifully, as he was commanded to keep an eye on your dragon

“I want to see her”, you inform him, he looked at your belly doubtfully, but when he looked back into your eyes, and the decision made, he didn’t question you, he just nodded

“I’ll get the dragon keepers and some of the guards to escort you, your grace”, he said and almost ran to fulfill the command 

You could feel how nervous they were as you were walking dangerous steps amongst the coast of King’s Landing.

You had put on your riding gear, even though you weren’t sure you were going to actually take a fly, but it is the only “suit”, that allowed you to wear pants without looking strange, and boots so you won’t slip in the rock and hurt yourself

Vhaelar never liked the Pit, and now that it was mainly destroyed, she nested in the cliffs near the castle 

You could hear her even before you saw her, you looked back at your escort and they stopped moving to allow you to get close to the huge cavern she rested in

“Vhaelar!”, you called, and you hear her acknowledgement in form of a more soft growl, you placed your hand on your belly excitedly, as you took a torch a dragon keeper offered you and walked inside

The cavern was huge, dark and moist, humid, it hit you like a slap, the smell of hundred of dead animals, burnt, devoured by your huge dragon

it was an issue, before you paid farmers for cattle and the cattle was taken to the Dragon Pit to feed the dragons, but now that Vhaelar roamed freely, it was harder to paid the farmers back for their troubles, but the crown did

Vhaelar’s huge head appeared in front of you 

“Rytsas, ñuha dōna riña, emagon ao issare ruaragon?”, [Hello, my sweet girl, have you been hiding here?]

“issa verdagon iā lenton, aōha dārōñe”, [She is nesting, your Grace], muttered a brave Dragonkeeper that followed you inside, you looked back over your shoulder, he was one that knew Vhaelar and how to interact with her, so she didn’t even move a muscle

“verdagon iā lenton?“,[Nesting?], you asked, excitedly, the man nodded, your hand went to your belly, you looked back at your dragon and you found her huge golden eyes looking down at your belly, and then at you

“ñuha dōna riña”, [My sweet girl], you whispered, placing your hand in her snout, and petter her until she purred almost 

Your dragon was going to lay a clutch of eggs, or egg, for your baby, they were right, there was a special connection between dragon and rider, you smiled warmly at the very thought. It also wasn’t strange, there was still some dragons in Dragonstone, the Cannibal for example, dragons she can mate with. 

This had certainly lightened up your mood for the rest of the day, as your guards were relieved that you decided against taking a short flight.

Vhaelar was to be left alone if she was indeed nesting 

It is indeed a wonder she didn’t burn you to a crisp

But now… as soon as you entered the castle, you felt like a dark cloud was on top of you and wouldn’t let go 

Cregan had done all he could to make the place nice for you again, there was a few weeks in which he would walk by your side and watch you carefully, everything you looked at and flinch, he would change for something else, all the tapestries and furniture, all of it, he would trade it for others, he even went as far as commissioning paintings from Lys to change the colors of the rooms

But still, it was still an impregnable fortress. Designed to not let anyone in… or out…

You tried to go about your day, but it didn’t take long, as the sun was hiding, for the shadows to start taking shapes.

Oh how you wished Cregan was there with you

You placed your hand in your belly

Cuddling you every night, placing his big hand on your belly like you were doing now, to feel your unborn child

Protecting you, making the shadows go away

You dismissed your ladies as soon as they took out your dress, and you put on your night shirt. You felt skittish about people touching you in your condition, you felt like you were cheating on Cregan somehow, by letting someone else touch your pregnant body. 

You got on the bed, and drifted off to sleep strangely quickly 

You woke up in the middle of the night, without apparent reason, you didn’t remember what you were dreaming about, but you woke up distraught, relieved that you actually woke up… and even a bit disoriented… and then… when you looked in the corner of the room.

You gasped, a tall figure was there, with his usual pose, hand grasped behind his back, standing up really straight, his long hair combed to perfection,  his eyepatch seemingly cutting his face in half, his remaining violet eye looking at you, with malicious intent 

Aemond was there, a smirk on his lips.

“Aemond? you are dead”, you whined, your hand on your belly protectively. In a quick movement he unsheathed his dagger hanging from his belt and made the knife dance in his hand 

Why him? of all of them, why was he presenting himself in front of you like this? because it's probably a dream, it couldn’t be real, he was dead! He was dead, well, they never found his body but he was dead, Daemon took him out with him in an incredible battle over the God’s Eye

Then you saw it

Dark sister, the sword, hanging from his belt 

“You would like me to be, wouldn’t you?”, he asked, his eye then traveled down your body to your small baby bump. He chuckled darkly as he saw your protective stance 

“My my, my little bastard having bastards of her own”

“He is not going to be a bastard”, you defended, “I’m married”, he chuckled again

“Oh yes, married and ruling the seven Kingdoms… Would you look at my pretty little bastard niece, how far she’s come”

Your breathing got heavy, you tried to sit on the bed, you did so slowly, your eyes never leaving his form

This couldn’t be real, he wasn’t here, this was some sick nightmare

But why does the hot tear that fell down your cheek felt so real?

“What are you doing here?”, you asked shakily, still, not being able to believe your own eyes, this felt way too real to be a dream, but it had to be, right?

Right?

He was quick on his feet, he had always been and he ran towards you who couldn't get out of bed and grabbed you by the neck, the dagger still on his hands

“Guards!”, you screamed but nobody came to your rescue 

“Is of no use”. he mocked, shaking you, you only could grab into his wrist, your other hand still protecting your belly from his anger, “nobody will come to save you. not even your idiotic husband”, he mocked then

“Cregan!”, you cried, as he could hear you, but you had sent him away, thousand miles away

He chuckled darkly

“Nobody is coming”, he threatened, “this feels like just old times, doesn’t it?”, he kept teasing, mocking you, provoking you, he didn’t squeeze, but he had you on a chokehold, you wouldn’t move  as he threatened your cheek with his blade, “me, sneaking into your rooms, late at night”

“Fuck you”, you grunted, “nothing ever happened, you just wanted to torment me”, you recalled

“Mhm, just like now”, he purred, he really hasn't changed since the last time you saw him, the dinner? was it? He looked older, perhaps, more tortured 

“What do you want?”, you whined

“You dead, me sitting on the Iron Throne, as is my right, bastard”

“They will never take you”

“They took you, didn’t they?”, he mocked, squeezing. You whined, scared not of him, but for your babe, your unborn child

“My baby”, you whined

“Ah, don’t worry, I’ll carve it out and leave it for the Stark to find if it concerns you such”, now you whined and twisted in the bed 

“No! my baby, he isn’t at fault!”, you were growing desperate, you looked to the side and found a heavy looking chandelier in the night table by your bed, at arm’s reach, you tried to grab it, making it drop to the floor with a loud “clang”, he then squeezed, tighter, and tighter, until you couldn’t breath, you thrashed and pushed but he wouldn’t let go… and everything went black 

You woke up taking a huge breath, like you had been shaken awake

You look at all directions, scared out of your mind

Gods… were you dead?

No… you were still in your room

it had all been a dream, a nightmare more like it

A horrible, gut wrenching nightmare…

Gods, what were you thinking? sending Cregan away like this?

You had been childish, keeping this important information away from your own husband, you couldn’t be like this, he was never going to let you flight up there, but… you wanted to tell him, you missed him, and even though that by your calculations he had been back home for at least a couple of weeks, you really hoped deep down, and in a very selfish way, that he’d return for you, for your unborn child.

You hated yourself for being so weak, so dependent, but… you would not live with yourself if he came back a year from now to an already grown child, his child, which he didn’t know anything about. 

So you rose from the bed even before the maids got to you, took a quill to paper, and started writing a heartfelt letter to your husband. Revealing your state, telling him why you hid it from him, and promising, if he so wishes, to go visit him.

After you finished writing it, you took it to the Maester yourself to be send at the earliest convenience 

If only you saw the chandelier on the floor before the maids return it to its rightful place 

. . .

Cregan took a long breath as he looked down at Winterfell, he smiled brightly, it felt so good to be back home, he spurred his horse on and started galloping, he couldn’t wait no longer, he felt like a little kid

But is his own child he wanted to see

He sent word before his arrival, so it was to no surprise that the entire castle habitants were waiting for him in the courtyard

He was finally home

After a huge march, after a bloody war, after taking the freaking capital, after marrying the Queen of the seven kingdoms, after all of that… he was finally back home 

“Our Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North and King Consort to the Queen (Y/N) of House Targaryen, his Grace Cregan, of House Stark”, chanted a soldier and he felt goosebumps in his arms when he heard all those titles 

He tried to look solemn, not like a twenty four year old who just got home after two years away, but as soon as he saw them, his family, all the solemnity went away 

There, at the long steps that led inside the castle, was his sister, his bastard sister Sara, and by her side, holding her hand, was his son, Rickon. He was… so grown, taller, his face was the one of a boy, not a babe like the last time he saw him, his dark curls… his big grey ghostly eyes just like him… He looked like his mother. 

He jumped off his horse and went straight for him

The boy seemed skeptical of him, but he didn’t care and he grabbed him in his arms and hugged him tightly

He was barely a boy of 6 name days

He had him so young and yet… he was his son and heir, his blood

“I missed you my boy”, he whispered against his head

“I missed you papa”, he answered, his voice choked, and still the one of a child

He released him then, and turn to his loving sister

He greeted the rest of them, all of them, he knew every face and every name still, they were his people, and before he could finally enter his home, he looked over the walls of winterfell… The gray wolf on cream and green field was no longer alone. The three headed red dragon with four legs stood by its side.

As he walked amongst the hallways he noticed that everything stood the same, like it had been for the last thousand years and it surely will be for the next 1,000.

The first thing he did was talk to the maester, to see if he had received any ravens from the capital. He couldn’t hide his disappointment, he hadn't had words from you since he left a moon ago.

But to no matter, he was home now, he needed to focus on what he was doing, he couldn’t be with you wishing he was home, and then in his home wishing he was with you. Your beautiful, golden, resented heart probably still ached for his departure, he could understand that, he read you better than you ever believed he did, he was going to give you time and write to you himself. 

He called his sister Sara to his private audience room, he needed to get acquainted with everything that happened here since he left 

Sara presented himself shortly after, with a silly smile on her face, now, she was his sister, not the Lady Regent of Winterfell

But as he saw her face… he sighed 

“Why do I feel you are somewhat disappointed?”, he asked with a mocking tone

“Well, I’m not gonna lie, we wanted to see her”, she said with a smirk

“Her?”, he asked

“Our Dragon Queen”, Sara said with a smile, “and her Snowy dragon”, Cregan chuckled

“I wish she could hear you”

“Is she as beautiful as they say?”, she asked enthusiastically 

“She is”

“Is she as strong…?”, she asked then

“She is”, he said then

“Can her dragon burn people to a crisp?”

“She can”

“She is a girl? so amazing!”, she said, “So… how are things… King Consort of the Seven Kingdoms?”, it didn’t take her long to start teasing him

“They are still working on the title, they believe the husband of an acting Queen shouldn’t be named King, but merely Prince, or something else”

“Whatever they call you, you still married the QUEEN!”, she said with her eyes wide and her smile broad. Cregan chuckled

“I did”, he said with a smile.

“Do you miss her?”, she asked then, “Is she coming here?”

“I hope so”, he said with a sad smile, “and I do miss her”

“Auw! my brother is in looove”, she teased

“It’s too early to talk like that”, he said, trying to return to his more authoritative facade

“You are married to the Queen! is actually too late to talk about love”

“We need to discuss what is happening in my Kingdom”, he said then, “I might be the king consort, but… I’m still Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North”, he said with a short smile

“Well… let’s start with the fact we don’t have any more men because after the war they decided to settle in the Riverlands…”

So as soon as he arrived home, he started the long process of audiences and meetings with his lords to attend to the most urgent matters of the North…

So as days turned to weeks, he started to worry, he send a raven to King’s Landing, communicating you of his arrival safely to his home, and asking for your well being

He wanted to see you

Perhaps he was being selfish, but… he requested your presence, perhaps you could take to the skies and visit him, it was not a strange idea, you were his wife, you were a skillful dragon rider who assisted in the war and burnt armadas to the bottom of the narrow sea. And the sunset sea like when you saved him and the rest of your small council

You could easily pay him a visit, right?

So you were expecting his answer, and he was expecting yours, two ravens sent weeks away from each other, but only one was set to arrive at their destination, not the other.

It was a few weeks until Cregan received word back from the you

The letter was vague and distant, claiming you were not going to be able to travel North due to important matters that required your attention

He couldn’t prevent feeling truly disappointed, he wanted to see you

You in turn, thought he had received your letter, and gave no answer but a request for you to travel North, without even acknowledging what it would be the greatest news for your marriage and the future of The Kingdoms, so just answered back that you couldn’t make the journey

You were heartbroken, but understood that maybe he was angry with you, and he had the reason to. 

Another moon went by, and another 

Cregan was teaching his son how to use the bow, that he had commissioned specially for him, when he received a letter, not from King’s Landing, but from Driftmark

A letter from the Sea Snake himself

Cregan found it amusing, and was truly curious about what Lord Corlys may want

Searching for a way in? most likely

Did he want to propose a union between their houses? Did he have a young girl he wanted to present for his son’s hand?

But Cregan never would have expected the news that came inside that letter

He was livid

Why had Corlys Velaryon written to him, congratulating him for the unborn prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne?

Why would he be expressing his concern, chiding him as he was a child, of the dangers of his absence by his wife’s side?

Why was that nosy old bastard expressing his concern for the wellbeing of the royal marriage?

You were pregnant…

… With his child…

… You didn’t tell him…

… He was half the continent away…

What was he thinking? leaving you like this, without making sure you were not with child?

Why didn’t you tell him?

Why did you hide this from him?

You could have known after he left, but the thing is, you didn’t write to tell him…

What were you thinking? 

Allowing yourself to be left alone in these circumstances?

He called in Sara immediately

“Make preparations, I need to leave for King’s Landing as soon as possible”

“Did something happen?”, she asked, alarmed

“The Queen is heavy with child, my child, I did not know, I have to be with her by her side…”

“When do you want to leave?”, she asked, concerned

“As soon as possible”

“The preparations will take weeks”

“I’m aware, I will take Rickon with me too”

“Really?”, she asked, concerned, “But Cregan, there must always be a Stark in Winterfell”, he smiled, sliding a large parchment over the table towards her

“It’s going to be you”

It was a decreet, to make her legitimate, signed by you

He was going to return south, to you, and he was going to take his son with him, even though he didn’t think it was going to be a good idea, for his son to be influenced like this, but still, he wanted you to meet him, and if you were not going to come to him, he was going to take his son to you

Perhaps, he didn’t think he was going to be able to leave him again, not after everything, not after missing two years of his short life

Adding to the stress and problems he had at home, now he had to add his unruly wife, who hid her pregnancy from him, and a unruly Lord, who purposefully send him that letter with ill intent, passively revealing against them

Corlys Velaryon was acting with a spoiled child whom his parents paid no attention anymore

What was he to do with him?

What were you going to do with him?

As he looked out the windows of his rooms to the vast valley in front of him, his home, he couldn’t help but release a single tear that fell from his cheek.

He was overwhelmed, now sad, that you mistrusted him so much, you must truly hate him to keep your pregnancy from him

He was now himself divided, South and North, Lordship or Crown, his son or you and his unborn child

A child that was going to be the next Queen or King of the Seven Kingdoms…

and his people needed him too, so much, they were also healing from the war, and losing a great percentage of his male population.

But he then smiled

Oh his child, his unborn child, a baby, made from you and him…

He couldn’t help but giggle a bit 

Despite your beautiful, but resentful heart, oh he couldn’t wait to see you all fat for him, because of him, because of your and his child

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Opposites Attract 2- J. Seresin

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x shy female!reader word count: 5.6k (Issa long one) warnings: top gun shit, mentions of death, mentions of sexual themes, angsty synopsis: The day of the faithful uranium plant mission is upon us, who will return home to their loved ones, and who will not. part 1

a/n: I will probably be making Opposites Attract into a mini series! let me know what you would like to see in it! also request are still open!!

Hangman had never liked deployment day, and he grew to hate it even more when he met his wife. He hated having to leave his friends and belongings behind to spend months on end on an aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean. When he was young and single, he loved it. He would almost volunteer for any chance to go out to sea, but that all changed when he met Y/N. The first time he ever left her was the hardest. Being in the middle of the ocean, no way to contact her, no way to hear her voice or see her. The only thing he had from her was a letter she had stuffed into his duffle bag when he wasn’t looking. He would read that letter every night to the point he had basically memorized it. The second his boots hit the ground in Coronado Island, he was running to go find her. 

The goodbyes never got easier, but the welcome homes did. Hangman could hardly keep himself contained as he would stand on near the edge of the aircraft carrier, as they would salute as they came into dock. He’d have to constantly remind himself not to run in his dress uniform, that the admirals and captains were watching him, but he would fail himself and take off running towards her. And She was always there, waiting for him. From just standing by herself, to supporting a growing baby bump, to holding a small child on her hip, Y/N never missed when Jake would come home off the ship. 

Now, Jake prayed he’d be able to have that moment again. 

Jake knew Phoenix had probably told Y/N a little more detail than what Jake was willing to give to her. But that night after putting Alex to bed, Jake walked into their shared bedroom and found her crying on the bed. His heart broke at the sight, and he moved to her quickly, wrapping her in his strong arms as she cried. 

“Please,” She hiccuped, “Please come home.” 

“I will do everything I possibly can to come home,” Jake said to her, and kissed her temple. 

That night Jake helped her unwind, knowing her mind was running a mile a minute. He drew her a bath, filled it with the lavender scented bubble soap she loved so much. He helped her undress and made sure to tell her how beautiful she was. He lit some candles he found lying around the house, and helped her get into the bath. Jake sat on the ground by the tub, holding her hand and answering any questions she may have about the mission to the best of his ability. 

“So you’ll still be gone for three days?” Y/N asked. 

“Yes, a day to get out there, the mission day, and a day to come home,” Jake answered. He knew he should’ve just told her about it to begin with instead of dancing around the details. 

“So this. . .mission, plan thing, you don’t know who’s actually going on it? Captain Mitchell hasn’t told anyone yet?” 

“No,” Jake sighed, “Kind of annoying too that we don’t know who’s flying with who yet. But there will be six of us, two foxtrot teams, two solo pilots.” 

“And the goal is to just fly in and blow up this plant thing and then fight these missile things and come home.” 

Jake smiled, he loved hearing her try to explain his job. Y/N had grown up around the Navy, her dad being a WSO prior. She knew a little bit more than the average person, but at the same time she didn’t want to know. She would rather live in a world where she didn’t need to know her husband was flying at supersonic speeds to destroy the enemy a hundred some feet above the pacific ocean in his own flying death trap. But, whenever she did talk about it, her face would light up with this sort of childlike innocence, that reminded him of Alex, and it would bring a smile to his perfectly chiseled face. 

“That’s the goal,” Jake nodded, “If everything goes well-” 

“You survive,” Y/N said, “But if it doesn’t. . . someone comes home with a flag draped over their body.” 

Jake looked down at their hands. It was times like these where Jake wished he could’ve found an easier calling in life, like a doctor or math teacher. Y/N had heard the screams of wives and mothers as they opened the door to see two naval officers in uniform. Or watched as an officer stepped off the ship first, carrying a perfect folded flag and walked over to one of the family members waiting. Y/N could remember her stomach dropping as she watched an officer walk directly towards her, folded flag in his white gloved hands. She felt like she was going to be sick as he handed the flag to the woman next to her. Y/N had to act quickly and hold her up as her knees gave out and she screamed so loudly, the sound would stay with Y/N forever. 

“Hey,” Jake said, and moved to wipe a tear falling from her eye, “Don’t think like that, okay. I know it’s scary, but I am flying with the best of the best. We will all do what we can to come home, that’s our main goal, is to come home.” Y/N sniffled and nodded, nuzzling into the warmth of Jake’s hand, “Now come on, before the water gets cold.” 

“No,” Y/N pouted, “I wanna stay here forever!” 

“You’re like Alex,” Jake laughed, “Come on, sweetheart, can’t have you turning all wrinkly on me.” 

“Would you still love me if I was?” 

“Sweetheart, I will always love you, even when we are both old and wrinkly,” Jake smiled and leaned in to kiss her soft pink lips. 

That night Jake held her close, neither one bothered to wear anything to bed, sleeping completely naked. Y/N used to shy away whenever Jake would look at her body. She would cover herself up, or make him close his eyes and turn around. The first time Jake had ever seen her completely naked, he just wanted to stare at her for hours. She was perfect, every single thing about her. Jake took his time memorizing her curves and lines, telling her how perfect she was. She slowly got more comfortable with being nude around him and letting him see her. Jake about creamed his pants the first time she ever walked over in lingerie. He had no idea she could be such a minx. But now, it was almost second nature for them to sleep somewhat, if not completely nude, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling each other in their most vulnerable state. 

When the sun came up the next day, the two of them fell in sync getting each other ready for a busy day. Y/N and Jake both made breakfast, as Y/N prepared lunch for him to take. Jake also got Alex up too, the little boy only seemed to be happy waking up when it was Jake who got him out of bed. Y/N smiled at her two boys as Jake walked in carrying him on his hip. 

“Morning, love,” Y/N said and kissed his cheek, “We got a fun day planned. Penny is going to take us sailing!” 

“Penny?” Jake asked, looking at her, “Since when do you talk to Penny?” 

“Since she told me about the farmers market when I was at the grocery store the other day,” Y/N shrugged and went back to making Jake’s lunch. 

Jake nodded and kissed Alex’s temple before setting him down, only for him to run straight to Y/N. Jake was happy that Y/N was slowly breaking out of her shell. He worried about her when he was gone on missions or detachments like this one. She was shy, and tends to stick to herself. He remembered some of the hard phone calls when Alex was a newborn. Y/N would break down and beg for Jake to come home, or even threaten to leave and move back to San Diego to be closer to her family. She felt alone, she had no one there in Lemoore. But overtime, she had taught herself how to ask for help when she needed it and found solace in some of the older navy wives in their neighborhood. Now, being down in San Diego for the time being, she had found a friendship in the local bar owner. 

It made Jake happy, knowing that if something were to happen while he was gone, Y/N wouldn’t be alone while planning his funeral. The last thing he ever wanted to do was leave her alone to have to plan his funeral on her own. He had taken the precaution, and written down most of what he wanted. All the details, including his will and letters to his family were tucked away in a manila envelope that usually sat in the bottom of his desk at home. But for this mission, he had taken it with him, and it sat in the bottom of her suitcase. 

The days went and faded into the next. Jake spent as much time as he could with Y/N and Alex. And the rest of the squadron seemed to want to spend time with the two of them as well. They had become a small family in the matter of two weeks, all of them knowing the weight of the situation at hand. Y/N had even opened her home to them the night of Admiral Kazansky’s funeral, letting them drink and eat their sorrows away. She had only met the Admiral once, when she was young and her dad was still in the service. 

Alex had made new friends, calling them Uncle Bob, Uncle Rooster (much to Hangman’s dismay), and Aunt Phoenix. Jake had even gotten both Alex and Y/N on base one day so Alex could see some real planes take off and land. The little boy would not stop talking about how cool it was to see Maverick fly over them upside down. Y/N almost had a heart attack when Jake came home telling her that Bob and Phoenix had to make an emergency ejection. She insisted on inviting them over for a meal and sending them home with plenty of leftovers and homemade cookies. 

The dread morning of the mission, Jake didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to pack his duffle bag, or zip up his flight suit, or put his boots on, or shave his face. He wanted to lay in bed and hold his wife close to his chest. But, he woke up to a cold bed, and his wife was not by his side. Jake pushed himself out of bed, scanning the dark room. The sun hadn’t even risen yet, so he was very confused where his wife was. She was not a morning person, no matter how many early mornings she had with Jake, going to drop him off or pick him up, she hated mornings. 

Jake shuffled down the dark hallway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he made his way to the room his son was in. His heart broke at the sight in front of him. Y/N holding Alex in her arms, rocking him as he sniffled against her chest. The soft glow of the lamp showed the little boy’s red nose and eyes, and his blonde hair sticking to his forehead. He looked like he was sweating but he was shaking as Y/N pulled him in closer and adjusted the blanket on him. 

“Hey, I didn’t think-” 

“Is he sick?” Jake asked, walking over to them. 

Y/N sighed, “Running a little bit of a fever. He came in and woke me up, he wet the bed.” 

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Jake asked, kneeling down in front of the two. He ran his hand softly over the sleeping boy’s cheek. 

“You need your sleep. It’s a very important day.” 

“Screw sleep. Screw the mission. He’s sick.” 

“You can’t go AWOL.” 

“I can try and pull some strings. I’ll call your dad and-” 

“You can’t,” Y/N whispered, and leaned forward to place her hand on Jake’s cheek to stop his rambling, “You can’t. As much as I would love for you to stay here with us, you can’t. We will be okay.” 

“But what if you have to take him-” Jake knew she hated going to the doctor’s. She felt as though they never really listened to her, and would talk over her head using medical jargon that was hard for really anyone to understand. Jake would go with her, to help her ease her nerves and hold her hand. 

“I will be fine. We will be fine,” She tried to assure him, but Jake could see through it. He could see through it anytime he left, but all he could do was nod. There was no arguing when it came to her, or the contract he signed to protect and serve. So, he pushed himself up from the ground, kissed her softly and began to get ready to ship out. 

Y/N sat in Alex’s room, still holding him as he slept, and looked up at the ceiling, trying to push back tears from falling. She leaned her head down, and placed her lips to the top of Alex’s soft blonde hair, and sniffled back tears. She could hear Jake shuffling about their room, packing things away and putting his flight suit on. Jake paused and looked at the purple suitcase that she had open on her side of the bed. He was yet to tell her about the envelope at the bottom of her suitcase. He felt his throat tighten up as he walked over, kneeling down and dug to the bottom, pulling it out. He felt his hands shake as he placed it on top of their freshly made bed.  He placed his elbows on the bed, and folded his hands in prayer as he closed his eyes. 

“Please God, let me come home to them,” Jake whispered. He opened his eyes to see the first rays of the morning sun start to peek over the horizon. He knew it was time to go. 

Y/N had gotten up from Alex’s room, but still held him in her arms. He was somewhat awake now, as she had him on her hip and was making Jake something to eat that he could take with him. Jake placed his duffle bag by the front door before making his way into the kitchen. He wanted to freeze the moment forever, watching his wife and son in the kitchen. If the last thing he ever saw was those two, he would have no complaints. Jake made his way over to the two of them, and Y/N gave him a sad smile. He kissed her forehead and took Alex from her arms. He was still sleepy, so he cuddled right into his father, burying his face into his neck. 

“Are you feeling okay buddy?” Jake asked him, running a hand over his blonde locks. 

“My tummy angry,” Alex pouted. 

“I know,” Jake frowned. 

“You gotta leave now, or you’ll be late,” Y/N said, softly and Jake nodded. Jake took her hand as they walked to the front door. He handed Alex back to her as he picked up his duffle bag. 

Rooster was waiting for him in the driveway, his head down and full of thoughts as well. Y/N felt her heart break for him, he didn’t have anyone waiting at home for him. Jake threw his duffle bag in the bed of his bronco, making Rooster lift his head up. It was like deja vu, watching the way Jake held his wife and kissed his son goodbye. Rooster looked at his dashboard, of the picture of his parents and then back at Y/N and Jake. His heart felt heavy as he watched Jake hand Alex back to Y/N, the little boy crying and reaching out for his father. Y/N put a hand on his head, trying to console him, but it was useless. Jake yelled another ‘I Love You’ before turning fast on his heel to get towards Rooster’s bronco. Jake knew it was easier for all three of them to leave fast, than to dwell and spend more time breaking each other’s hearts. 

“Is he okay?” Rooster asked. 

“Yeah,” Jake’s voice cracked. He shook his head and wiped a tear, “Just go.” 

Jake could see in the rearview mirror, his wife standing on the doorstep, holding their crying son, tears falling down her own cheeks as she watched the bronco disappear down the street. She placed her free hand on her belly, rubbing the area softly and saying a prayer in her head. 

— —  — 

The next day was hell. She sat on the beach at the Hard Deck, watching as Amelia and Alex played in the waves together. He was starting to feel somewhat better, and Y/N thought sunshine and giggles would help him feel better. The sun made her feel better than sitting in the house and staring at the clock, waiting for the hours to pass by agonizingly slow. 

Penny frowned at the sight of the young woman, sitting in the sand alone watching the two kids. That had been her once, waiting for any sort of notice that Maverick was alive and not lying dead somewhere. She was more than happy to keep Y/N distracted, knowing it wasn’t easy being the one left behind. Penny walked down from the deck and sat in the beach chair next to her, handing her a glass of lemonade. 

“How are you feeling?” Penny asked her. 

“Want me to lie?” Y/N asked, not turning her head from the little boy who was giggling as Amelia splashed him, 

“That wouldn’t do us any good.” 

“Well, if my timing is correct, he’s either flying towards the uranium plant or he’s sitting on the aircraft carrier,” Y/N said looking down at her watch, “I wish it was none of those.” 

“How far along are you?” Y/N snapped her head towards her. She opened her mouth to protest but Penny held her up, “When I ran into you at the store you had saltines and ginger ale in your cart, I’m guessing to help with morning sickness. And that first night at the Hard Deck, you had nothing but water and lemonade the whole night. You also have this glow about you.” 

“Eight weeks,” Y/N said, her voice tight, “I haven’t told him. I was going to before we came down here but. . .there was never a good time. And now he might die and never-” 

“Oh honey,” Penny said and pulled the girl in for a hug, “What can I help you with while you’re here?” 

“I don’t know,” Y/N said, pulling back from her. She wiped her eyes and looked at her wedding ring, “I guess all I can do is wait. He. . . Jake has this envelope, he’s had it since we first got together. It has everything in it, everything I could possibly need if he,” Y/N’s lip trembled and she choked back a sob, “Darn hormones, I’m not usually this weepy when he leaves.” 

“It’s okay,” Penny smiled and grabbed her hand. 

“It has all his wishes and stuff written down in it. I guess. . . If he doesn’t make it back, can, can you-” 

“Yes,” Penny said, not making her fight to say anything more. Y/N nodded and Penny squeezed her hand as Alex came running up to them, with a seashell in his hand. Y/N wiped her tears and put a smile on her face the best she could as Alex showed her the shell in his hand. Penny admired the girl’s strength as Alex grabbed his mother’s hand and pulled her towards the water. 

Penny had made dinner for all four of them that night. Y/N tried to help her, but Penny shooed her away, telling her she needed to rest, that she was working hard enough creating another Seresin child. Amelia helped Alex set up a fort in the living room, which Y/N made him promise Penny that he would help clean it up. Y/N and Penny spent the night laughing and bonding over the joys of motherhood and telling stories of growing up as military kids. Y/N shared her dreams of hopefully one day going back and visiting Italy, or taking Alex to Hawai’i to see the Pearl Harbor museum. 

When it was time for them to leave, Y/N was dreading going back to the quiet house. Alex was practically spent, and could hardly keep his eyes open as Y/N put him in his carseat. Penny invited her to go sailing with them tomorrow, but she declined. Y/N wanted to stay near home, knowing that tomorrow Jake and the squadron would be returning home. Tomorrow Y/N would know if he was dead or alive. Penny understood and hugged the girl goodnight. 

Y/N let Alex sleep in her bed that night, snuggling him close to her. That manila envelope sat on top of the bed side table, and seemed to be mocking her. She laid awake almost the whole night, the only thing bringing her some comfort was the gentle sound of her son’s breathing. Eventually, out of pure exhaustion, she fell into a dreamless sleep. 

The second the sun hit her face the next morning she was awake. Alex was still fast asleep, and she tucked pillows around him so he wouldn’t roll out of the large bed and onto the floor. Y/N threw on a pair of shorts and one of Jake’s sweatshirts, and began on her cleaning list. The house wasn’t really even that dirty, they had hardly brought anything with them, but it still brought her a sense of relief being able to do something rather than just sit and worry. When Alex finally woke up, she made him breakfast and then they both got dressed and went to the local grocery store to get things to make for Jake’s favorite welcome home meal. 

“Guess what today is, baby?” Y/N said, as she brushed Alex’s blonde hair. 

“Dada come home!” Alex smiled, showing his teeth. 

“Yeah! Dada comes home!” Y/N smiled brightly and kissed his cheek. 

The day ticked on, and morning faded into day, and Y/N watched the clock, feeling her nerves grow as the day progressed. Usually they were home by morning when it came to deployments and detachments but Y/N knew that this was a special assignment. She tried to not let her anxiety get the best of her, but when it was nearing early evening and she still hadn’t heard anything from him, or had seen him, she felt her heart drop. She bit back tears as she watched Alex color a picture for Jake at the kitchen table. 

“Momma, will dada like it!?” Alex asked with excitement, holding up the scribbled drawing. 

“Yeah,” Y/N bit back tears, “I’ll be right back, don’t move.” Y/N said, and felt her heartbreak as she looked at the door waiting for the moment that Jake came back through it. She looked down at her phone, no missed calls or texts, but time was ticking on, “How about you help me with dinner?” 

Y/N and Alex ate Jake’s favorite meal on the back patio. She tried to put on the best act that she could, smiling and telling Alex that Jake would be home soon. But as the sun set behind the clouds it was clear to Y/N, Jake was not coming home. Y/N gave Alex a bath and dressed him in his favorite pajamas and tucked him into bed. She held him extra tight, and read two books instead of the usual just one. 

“Momma,” Alex asked her, “Dada come home?” 

“No,” Y/N said, tears escaping her eyes, “Dada isn’t coming home.” 

“He still on ship?” Alex asked, his blue eyes filled with confusion. 

“I don’t know, baby,” Y/N said. How does a parent have this conversation with their four year old? How do you explain to him that his father is never coming home?, “Go to bed, sweetheart, I love you.” 

“Love you, momma,” Alex said, and Y/N kissed his forehead. She turned his bedroom light on, making sure the night light was on before going down to her room. 

Y/N let out a shaky breath as she sat down on Jake’s side of the bed and looked at the manila envelope with her name scrawled across it. She let out a sob as she picked it up, her vision becoming blurry with tears. She held it to her chest as she sobbed out his name. Never in her years did she think she would have to open it. She never thought that she would be living in a world where Jake wasn’t by her side. He was her everything; her protector, her equal, her other half, the love of her life. She knew she would never find a love like him again. There was no way she could allow herself to kiss another man, let another man touch her, lie down next to another man, let another man raise her kids. Jake was it for her. Jake was all she would ever need. 

She placed the envelope in her lap, running her fingers over his handwriting. Her fingers found the opening flap, and pulled it open. She closed her eyes as she grabbed the stack of papers on the inside, and set them on top of the folder. Opening her eyes, she noticed the handwritten note on the top of the stack. Her tears hit the paper as she held it up to read. 

‘To the love of my life, this is all you will need. I promised to always take care of you, and I will keep that promise. Even in death. I love you- your Jake.’ 

“No,” Y/N sobbed again, holding a shaky hand to her mouth, as she flipped through the documents. Jake had prepared everything, it was all written out in her hands. Her heart hurt too much to even read, as she set the stack back on the bedside table, and laid down on the bed, grabbing a pillow and burying her face into it. She let out screams that were muffled by the pillow she held to her face. She knew that she needed to calm herself down, that it wasn’t good to be this worked up for the baby growing inside her. 

The baby Jake will never meet. 

Y/N placed her hand on her stomach, and cried even more. All Jake ever wanted in life was to be a father, and the moment she had told him that he would be one, his eyes became so bright with love. Jake spent every moment of Y/N’s first pregnancy fighting with his inner demons on if he was going to be a good father or not, and he had told her about his fears of becoming a father and not getting to see his children grow up. The story of Goose Bradshaw was one that was somewhat known in their world, and Jake hated it. He hated the idea so much that at the drop of the word, Jake would leave his whole navy career behind to be a dad. 

At some point in time, Y/N must’ve cried herself to sleep, because she didn’t hear the opening of the front door, or the drop of a duffle bag, or the steps of boots down the hallway, or the soft call of her name. She woke up at the feeling of someone’s hands shaking her gently. She turned quickly, and gasped at the sight of her husband sitting in front of her. She let out a sob as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She hugged him with so much force it caught him off guard, having to steady both of them before they went crashing to the ground. 

All Jake could do was hold her as her body racked with sobs once again. He buried his face in her hair, taking a dip sniff of her shampoo. He felt safe being back in her arms. Y/N held onto him with all her strength, scared that this was just a dream and the second she opened her eyes, he would be gone. But once she somewhat gathered herself, she pulled back and hit his chest with her fists. 

“Where the hell were you!” Y/N cursed. 

Jake was surprised, she never cursed, “I was-” 

“I thought you died!” She hit his chest again, and continued to hit his toned chest as she spoke, “ You didn’t come home! I put your son to bed and then came in here and opened that blasted damn envelope and read the letter and-” 

Jake cut her off by pulling her into his arms again. He couldn’t believe the words that escaped her mouth. She thought he died. She opened the envelope and thought he was dead. A couple tears escaped Jake’s eyes as he pulled back and held her face in his hands. He smashed his lips to hers. She relaxed a bit in his touch. 

“I will never, ever leave you, ever,” He said, looking into her eyes, “I’m so sorry. Things hit the fan yesterday. We almost lost Maverick and Rooster-” 

“Are they okay?” 

“They’re fine, a little banged up, but they’re okay,” Jake said, “I’m so sorry baby I made you think that I. . . I’m sorry.” He hugged her again, “Is the little man still awake?” 

“No,” She shook her head and pulled back from the hug, “He’s long since been to bed.” Jake wiped a tear away with his thumb. Y/N looked up at him, and connected their lips. Jake kissed her back, as one of her hands went to pull on the hair at the back of his neck. His hands went to her waist, roaming her back, before going to her ass and pulling her into his lap. She gasped at the feeling, as his lips went from her mouth to her jawline, kissing up and down her jawline to her collarbones. 

“I missed you,” Jake said against her skin. 

“Show me,” She said breathlessly, “Show me how much you missed me.” 

Jake nodded, and rolled them so she was on her back and he was hovering above her. Jake took his time loving her. Every kiss had passion behind it. Every touch was like being touched for the first time again. Every thrust was slow and deep, making her feel him deep within her. Her back arched and Jake assured her over and over that he was there, and that he loved her and that he’d never leave her. When her orgasm hit her in waves, Jake held her tightly, and emptied himself deep within her. When they both came down, they laid next to each other bare, talking about random things and Jake would share bits and pieces of the mission. That was how the rest of the night would play out, making love to each other and letting each other know that they weren’t ever going to leave. 

— — — 

Jake sat on the back patio the next morning, watching the sunrise as the waves crashed, a cup of coffee in his hand. He wore nothing more than a pair of sweatpants and enjoyed the quiet morning. He knew after the activities of last night, that Y/N was probably going to sleep until late morning. He smirked at the memories of her clawing at his back or pulling on his hair, her soft moans in his ear. But then he frowned, remembering her tear stained face when he walked into the bedroom, and how she had thought he had died. He turned his head at the sound of the back door sliding open and smiled at his wife. She walked towards him and put her hands on his shoulders. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. 

“I thought you would still be sleeping,” Jake said looking up at her. 

“The bed was cold,” Y/N smiled, “And then Alex woke up not long after.” 

“Where is he?” Jake asked, just as Alex came running out of the house. 

“Daddy!” He smiled and Jake stood up from his chair to catch him in his arms. 

“My baby!” Jake smiled and picked him up in his strong arms, kissing all over his face. Alex giggled and tried to push his father away. And that’s when Hangman noticed Alex’s shirt. Y/N watched as his face contorted in confusion and then surprise as he looked at her, “Are you. . . Really?” 

“Yeah,” She smiled, biting her lip. 

“I knew it. . . I knew it!” Jake exclaimed and wrapped her in hug, “The night of the grill out, I noticed the way you placed a hand on your belly, you did that all the time with Alex and the-the you haven’t been cooking eggs in the morning and-” 

“Dada, I be a big brother!” Alex smiled, looking at his shirt. 

“Yeah, yeah you are!” Jake smiled, “I’m going to be a dad again.” 

“Yeah, you are,” Y/N smiled. 

And nine months later, Olivia Monica Seresin was born.

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Can i require a dark aemond smut fic where reader is the second daughter of rhaenyra (and harwin) and she went to storm end, here he met aemond that is really obsessed with her. He takes her to king's landing just to share the bed with her and the next morning marry her (both forced). That is a bit dark, but i would like u to write it if u like my idea ❤️

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A/N: There is so much Valyrian in this and the translations are so off but just imagine what they are saying from my translations. Sorry for it. This is a lot and very angsty at times but I hope you enjoy. Warnings: Non Con. Dub Con. Over stimulation. Smut. Incest. 18+ Angst. Manipulation. Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader Word count: 3.2k

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Aemond's stare was intense, making your skin crawl as you dared not to look back at him.

"Go home, girl," Lord Baratheon barked, shooing you away with his hand.

"I will take your answer to my mother," you told him, your gaze shifted finally landing on your uncle. "To the Queen."

His face twitched, lips snarling upwards at you.

You turned your body around, stalking out of the doors as the guards followed you.

The guards left you once you got to your dragon, leaving you with the noise of the howling wind and rain to fill your ears. Your hand reached out to touch the side of Vermithor's face, your head gently resting against him.

"Nyke zūgagon skoros bisa bantis might ōregon," you whispered, eyes closing as you rested in to your dragon. I fear what this night might hold.

Vermithor could sense your tense body, a dragon's howl roaring from his throat.

"My tala." Niece.

You twisted around, looking through the rain but not finding anyone there. You swore you heard it, the sound of his voice sending a shudder down your spine.

"Sagon sȳz naejot issa, Vermithor," you told him, patting his skin before climbing on his saddle. Be good to me, Vermithor.

It was a short ride back to Driftmark but the rain was soaking your clothes and clouding your vision. At this point you didn't know if you were trembling from the chill or the fear of your Uncle possibly being near.

Vermithor was playing up, suddenly backing up as he spit fire into the wind.

"Naejot, Vermithor. Naejot," you commanded him, holding onto his reins with a tight grip. The rope burned marks into your skin but you continued to hold on, not wanting to fall off your dragon. "Rȳbagon naejot issa." Forward, Vermithor. Forward. Listen to me.

But that's when you saw it, a dark shadow larger than your own dragon in front of you. You twisted the reins, yanking Vermithor downwards as he flew.

You dodged it, Vhagar flying over you in one big swoop. You didn't have time to think, just pulling Vermithor back in the same direction.

Even through the wind, you could hear his cackling as he taunted you.

Luckily for you, Vermithor was almost as big as Vhagar and speed wasn't a problem for him. He was younger as well, meaning if it came to it, in battle he might be able to defeat Vhagar.

However, you really didn't want it to come to that. As much as you feared your Uncle now, you were close once and you may have wanted to loathe him but you loved him still.

Eventually you were through the dark clouds, a clearing of blue surrounding you. But your gaze still turned back, glancing towards the clouds in hopes that Aemond was long gone.

But then you felt it, a presence below you as something came quick through the wind. You shifted to the side, Vermithor following your tug as he dodged out of the way.  He blew a long line of fire at Vhagar, making the dragon roar in retaliation.

This isn't what you wanted.

"Daor, Vermithor," you yelled, beckoning your dragon away. No, Vermithor.

Your eyes scanned around you, landing on a small island in near distance. You tugged your dragon to the island, Vermithor sensing your urgency as he practically crash landed into the ground. You were quick to dismount, hand sliding up and down Vermithor's scales as you tried to sooth him.

Vhagar soon followed, landing too close for comfort. Aemond jumped off, stalking over to you in an instant.

"Ao could emagon ossēntan issa," you screamed at him, eyes brimming with tears as you bit back a sob. You were never an emotional person but Aemond brought a side out of you that you didn't know. You felt overwhelmed with emotion in his presence. You could have killed me.

He stepped closer, a bit too close for your liking as you backed away. Vermithor shielded you as you cowered behind his neck. He roasted at Aemond, fire sitting in the back of his throat as he waited for your command.

"Ruaragon inkot aōha zaldrīzes, skorkydoso nēdenka," Aemond hissed, holding his position. Hiding behind your dragon, how brave.

"Mēre udir. Bona iksos ry nyke jorrāelagon," you told him, grinding your teeth down to try and hide your broken voice. But it was not use, Aemond heard the crack in your tone. One word. That's all I need.

"I only wish to talk to you," Aemond admitted, sounding sincere as his voice softened. "Issa jorrāelagon." My dear.

"Don't call me that." Your voice was completely shattered as were you, tears running down your face. You let out a shaky breath, trying to gain control of your emotions. "That is not fair."

"It is true." He steps forward only to be met with Vermithor's snarling teeth. "Who knows if we ever may have a chance like this again."

"You said what you needed to say." You shook your head, biting your lip. "You said a lot that day in the Red Keep."

"Nyke regret ziry." He placed his hand out towards you, in hopes that you would take it. I regret it.

"Nyke jaelagon naejot jikagon lenton. Nyke gaomagon daor jaelagon naejot ȳzaldrīzes." I wish to go home. I do not wish to talk.

"Gaomagon daor pirtir." He shook his head, shivering slightly in the wind. "I can tell when you lie." Do not lie.

It was true.

"Umbagon gīda," You hushed Vermithor, sliding your hand against his scales. Stay calm.

You stepped out from behind him, his head beckoning away and into himself as he rested.

"What do you wish to say?" You asked, stepping closer to him.

"I wish to apologise for the cruelty that you received from me when you came to Kings Landing," he admitted, hand still holding out towards you. "I never wanted to hurt you. You must know that."

You gulped, your walls crumbling in his presence.

"Please, Y/N," he pleaded with you, drawing attention to his hand. "We may never have this chance again to talk."

You reached for his hand, your delicate fingers intertwining with his rough ones.

Aemond wasted no time, yanking you in almost immediately as he twisted you around. Within seconds you could feel his dagger on your throat as your back pressed against his chest.

"I'm sorry. But there is no other way to take you back to Kings Landing with me." Aemond pulled you away, making Vermithor shift as he felt your discomfort. "You'll tell your dragon to stand down or you'll kill us both."

"Aemond, please don't do this," you cried, lips trembling.

"Now, Y/N."

"Obūljarion, Vermithor. Umbagon dīnagon." Yield, Vermithor. Stay put.

Vermithor cried as Aemond dragged you away, taking you to Vhagar.

-

All the way to King's Landing he was silent as you wept, hardly bothering to comfort you. This was the true hun, you reminded yourself in your head, not the one that you believed him to be.

He had brought you back in the middle of the night, no one seeing you as he brought you to his chambers. He had a bath made up by the servants, something you were awfully grateful for as you sat in wet rags.

The servants tried to leave the room but Aemond stopped them by the door, hissing something at them. They were timid bowing at him before leaving, scattering out of the door.

"Wash," Aemond commanded, standing by the door way. "I will be back in a minute."

You did.

When you were done, the only thing you could find to cover you was a thin night robe. You pulled it over, sitting by the fire and drying your hair with a cloth.

Aemond was back, finally. The door was shut with a slam behind him, the locks being bolted as well. You were his prisoner.

Your eyes found his, flinching away as he stripped himself of his clothes. You listened to each piece falling to the floor, staring at the fire in front of you.

"Come here," Aemond demanded.

You inclined your head backwards, only to return your gaze back to the fire as you realised his nudity.

"Don't make me drag you," Aemond's voice was coarse and unsettling. "Because I will."

You stood up, a gut wrenching feeling telling you not but you did anyway. You were slow as you made your way over to him, eyes holding his gaze rather than anything else.

"Tomorrow we will marry," Aemond announced, hand gripping the back of your head to pull you closer. "But tonight I will make you mine."

"No," you voice was barely above a whisper, struggling to take it all in. "No, I will not marry you."

He pushed his lips against yours, capturing them in a furious and bruising kiss. His hand wrapped around your throat while the other tore your night gown off your body. He pressed his bare chest against yours, pushing you against the bed.

You were quick to scamper up the bed, getting away from him. "Get away from me."

His hand caught your ankle, yanking you right back down. "Don't make this harder than it already is."

"I will not be bedded by you," you screamed, hitting against his chest in hopes he would move. "I am to marry Cregan Stark, not you."

Aemond didn't take this lightly, hand gripping at your throat once again but this time his hand tightened cutting off your air supply. "You are betrothed to me. No one, not even the Gods can take you from me."

You couldn't breathe, a wheeze leaving your lips as you clawed at Aemond's hand.

He let go, cupping your face instead as he went to look at you. His head rested against yours, a sigh leaving his lips. "I'm sorry."

He pushed your legs down folding you as your body became limp for him. You were terrified looking up at him, lips quivering as you lower lip pouted out.

"This will hurt at first but I swear I will make it pleasurable."

And it did.

He thrusted his cock in slowly, a sob leaving your lips at the sudden burn. Your walls stretched around him but as he pumped himself in and out, it didn't feel any easier or better with time.

"I know, I know," Aemond hummed, pressing feather light kisses against your wet face.

You turned your face to the side, closing your eyes as you tried to pretend you were anywhere else but there.

-

You thought it would be over quickly, that once he did it that you could wrap yourself in the sheets and forget.

But once Aemond had you once, he never wanted to stop.

Some where along the way it had got easier, there was a wetness between your legs that hadn't been there before and your cunt was used to the intrusion.

"I swear to the seven I'm never letting you go," Aemond groaned into your ear, chest pressing against yours as he did all the work. "I shouldn't have ever let you go."

"Aemond," you cried, one of pleasure and sadness.

You couldn't help as your walls clenched around him, practically holding him there. You couldn't stop him as his hand reached down towards your clit, rubbing you there.

Your body was tired and it was futile trying to fight against him at this point. If you could, you would. Well that's at least what you told yourself.

"I love you," Aemond confessed between kisses that he pressed against your lips.

You didn't respond instead you moaned his name as you came undone, eyes closing as you tried not to look at him. He was soon brought to his own release, spilling into your walls once again as came inside you. He collapsed after that, falling on top of you as he rested there.

While he slept, cock buried inside of you and his head in the crook of your neck, you painted yourself a picture. One where you and Aemond weren't part of this monstrosity of a family or at least one where he had taken you away from them after you returned to Kings Landing. In that place you could pretend that this was still the Aemond you loved and cherished, that this wasn't a man that called you a bastard and told you he wanted nothing to do with you. A man that had changed his mind, deciding he needed you and almost killing you on dragon back in the process. One that had taken you against your will.

In this world he was the sweet boy you had doted on. The one that suddenly became nervous after your mothers had betrothed you too each other even after knowing each other all your lives. One that adored you and would do anything for you.

That's where your dreams took you as you slept beside him, hoping that one day it could be like that.

-

"I will send the servants in. They will bring you some clothes and food," Aemond said, leaving you lying under the covers.

He was cold, all of a sudden another man once he woken. But you shook your head, not thinking anything of it.

"My princess," the servants bowed as they came in, bringing in a night gown and robe. "Would you like for us to draw you another bath?"

"If you'd be so kind," you said in a small voice, wrapping the robe over your body to cover you.

"Some food to eat," one of the servants placed a few trays down on Aemond's table, pouring you a tea before moving away.

"Thank you," you nodded, completely famished as you chomped on the food.

"You should have someone see to those bruises," one of the servants pointed to your skin. Aemond had sucked and bit all over your skin, claiming you as his.

"Maybe you could call the maester." You turned to them only to met with worried faces as they looked away.

"You could ask Prince Aemond," one of them suggested.

"I should." You nodded, turning back to your plate.

Something was off but you only realised what when Aemond returned to your room.

The servants were long gone by now and your bath was luckily still piping hot.

"You said we will be married," you said to him, gesturing to your gown. "Is this what you intend to marry me in?"

"It does not matter that you are wearing," he snapped at you.

"So when shall we leave?" You asked.

"Tonight."

It finally clicked. "No one knows that I'm here."

His gaze snapped towards you, grinding down his teeth as his jaw clenched.

"Do they?" You smirked as if this helped you at all. "Because if anyone was to know they would have me thrown in a cell for treason."

"Once we are married, they won't," Aemond replied, stepping closer to you.

"You don't know that." You shook your head.

He kneeled down to your position, fingers sliding into your hair as he pulled you in. "No one will take you away from me again."

"You don't know that."

"I won't let them." Aemond's hands slipped under your night gown, finding slick still there from last night. You flinched away, wishing you hadn't waited for the bath to cool down and had bathed already.

"Aemond, if you love me you'll let me go," you pleaded with him, tears brimming your eyes.

"No," Aemond growled, hovering his body over yours as he pushed you to the ground. "It's because I love you that I knew the best way to capture you. I knew calling you my dear would bring you back to me. Like it always has." He was quick to slip his breeches off pulling them far enough down to release himself from his the right restraints. "Kesrio syt nyke gīmigon ao jorrāelagon issa." Because I know you love me.

"Don't do this," you begged, slapping his face in hopes he would stop. "I do not love you. I hate you."

Aemond didn't stop instead you felt his cock press against your folds, sliding across it before slipping in. "Ao jorrāelagon issa," he whispered against you lips, pressing your arms on top of your head. You love me.

Your eyes closed, a soft sigh escaping your lips as he started to push in and out of you. This wasn't right, you tried to convince yourself. But Aemond felt right between your legs, your whole body weakening for him.

"See how you crumble for me," Aemond told you, rutting his hips into yours. "We are meant to be."

"I don't love you," you repeated, your voice getting smaller and smaller as Aemond sank further into you.

Eventually there was nothing but moans falling from your tongue. They mixed with Aemond's as they filled the room and you both clung to each other. All thoughts vanished as he you felt every ridge of him so deep inside you, unable to fight the oncoming feeling of a climax like never before.

Aemond could sense, fucking into you slightly harder as his mouth sucked on your tits. Your body was so reactive, hips bucking up into him as your walls squeezed him.

"Ivestragī jikagon jorrāelagon ābrazȳrys," he hummed, hands gripping your hips tightly for support. Let go, dear wife.

That's all it took, his words sending you over the edge as you came around him. Your cunt twitched so over worked that it didn't know how to handle it. Your own climax swept Aemond's right from him, having him spilling inside you with a few sloppy thrusts. You could feel him filling you up and you couldn't help as your walls clenched down trying to keep it all in.

Aemond noticed this, grinning when he pulled out and heard the desperate whine that escaped you.

"I will marry you under the seven tonight," Aemond reminded you, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you up. "After that no one will ever be allowed to take you away from me again." He gently placed you in the bath, joining behind you as he held you against him. "I will kill anyone that stands to tear us apart."

-

Aemond dragged you through the Kingswood that night, to a small clearing by the lake. A clergy was waiting for the pair of you, shaking at the sight of Aemond.

You were sure Aemond had threatened him.

But at last the pair of you were married, under the Gods and there was nothing or no one that could stop it. Aemond clung to you after promising you that you wouldn't come to harms way. He had sent the Clergy off, taking you on the cold floor of the woods for the night to see.

As you lay there underneath him, you only knew one thing.

That you did love him. And that you would pray that nothing would take you away from him now.

If that made you a traitor, so be it. Because you would bow in front of anyone to be with Aemond, even the man that had usurped the throne from your mother and had waged war on your family.

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Daddy’s Girl

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Dad!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader | Dad!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,774.

SUMMARY: Rough ideas of the Targaryen princes as fathers to their first, newborn daughters. 

WARNINGS: fluff, swearing, overprotective!Aemond, overprotective!Aegon, reckless Aegon, lactation kink, breeding kink, slight praise kink. 

A/N - Ya’ll knew this was coming surely... I can’t get enough of this domestic shit!!! Dad!Aemond has me in a chokehold and simultaneously, Dad!Aegon has my back arched, wtf do I do?!

AEMOND TARGARYEN: 

When Aemond saw and held his tiny little daughter for the very first time, it was like love at first sight. 

He didn't know how anything so small, so precious could bring out all these intense feelings in him, and yet here she was in all her glory.

She was the apple of her father's eye, they were obsessed with each other.

He actually wouldn’t fly her on Vhagar when she’s just a newborn, he would want to wait it out. Considering his first flight was very turbulent, he would never put his daughter at risk. 

She is his “byka prince” [little princess].

Aemond definitely selects her little outfits, if you both stroll around markets or attend royal visits to various other places, and he sees something he adores, he’ll buy it for her. If he sees a particular material/pattern and colour he likes, he orders the servants to have it made for his little princess. Even toys, he’ll have them hand-crafted, a small, hand-painted dragon for his little girl, it would be a miniature Vhagar. 

No doubt, he dresses her in the Targaryen colours or even occasionally Green, in honour of his mother. 

If she cries during the night, he’s usually the first to awake and check (he does not mind, one bit). He reasons with you saying “You did give birth to her, so your hard part is done now it’s my turn, issa jorrāelagon [my love].”

Immediately, she falls asleep after he cradles her for some time, sometimes you even hear him humming a song. On the off chance, that she doesn't settle, it’s often because she either is hungry and needs feeding, or she needs a nappy change.

Aemond would be so bad at nappy changes, although he’s willing to try and gradually gets the gist of it. He doesn’t mind the dirty work.

He loves to bathe his little princess, he only lets you and himself, maybe even Alicent if she’s free and willing to. 

Aemond would definitely do that skin-to-skin touch, when she’s a newborn: he wants her to get familiar to his touch and scent, in case he has responsibilities and duties he needs to attend to as Prince Regent. 

The thought of his daughter not recognising him or resembling him to a stranger terrifies him. 

Overprotective is an understatement. 

Aemond will literally kill anyone that even dares to hurt or speak ill of his daughter. 

Once she starts walking, growing into her toddler phase, she becomes more active and involved. She’ll literally fall and trip over herself (and you’ll be okay with it, and Aemond would just be losing his shit), and if another child is present, he’ll even scold them. 

If he sees a graze or cut or a tiny, spectacle of blood on her, it’ll be the end of the fucking world. 

Having lost his eye, he would never forgive himself if she ever has to endure pain or trauma like that. 

You try to reason with Aemond, that part of parenting you need to teach resilience and the ability to ‘bounce back’ although, Aemond’s not having it. So much to your disapproval, your daughter will definitely grow up spoilt and protected. 

Now that Aemond can hold her appropriately, and she can seat herself properly, he mounts her on Vhagar with him and take flight. At first, she's terrified of the height, although seeing how happy and comfortable Aemond is, she reads him so well and starts to enjoy it too. 

They literally have their own language, they can read minds. Aemond doesn't even need to ask or probe his little girl about what she wants, he just knows. Some water? Here you go. Some sweets? There you go, princess. 

He teaches her Valyrian at such a small age, as soon as she starts verbalising, that she eventually becomes more fluent than you. 

She definitely has Aemond’s Targaryen hair and lilac eyes, although your features, which Aemond fucking loves. 

He definitely takes care of her hair, has his own routine for it, just as he maintains his own. He even learns how to properly braid her hair. 

Aemond is so relieved and impressed that his daughter is not at all afraid of his missing eye, and the sapphire that replaces it. At times, she even tries to touch and grab at it, and he has to pull her away, otherwise she just smiles lovingly and laughs at him. 

She's the only one (besides yourself) that can genuinely make Aemond smile, like if he's having a shit day, as soon as he sees her (even if she's asleep in her cradle), that’s enough to warm him.

Aemond loves and accepts your body changes, he reassures you when you feel insecure, that your body performed a miracle, and that you grew his child effortlessly. 

He definitely watches you breastfeeding and has no shame: something about the way that only you can provide for her, makes him feral. 

The man has a lactation kink, 100%, once he knows he’s daughter has been fed, and now that she can start tolerating solid feeds, he spoils himself to your milk. He finds the sweet, creamy taste delicious. 

Nonetheless, he knows for certain he needs to have another child with you immediately, and won’t stop until he sees your belly swell. 

AEGON ii TARGARYEN:

Aegon would be so nervous having a little girl at first. 

The history with women that he's had and the poor treatment he had previously shown, he is aware was unacceptable and since having met you, he has changed.

Although, his past would haunt him regardless.

He did remain by your side during the birth, and when the maester declared a daughter, he was in a state of shock. 

He wouldn't completely withdraw himself from you nor the babe, he loved you too dearly to do that. And seeing how well you were with her, and how warm your daughter was with you, he slowly started to gain confidence in himself. 

You’d help him get used to holding her, demonstrating the correct technique, for she was so tiny against his body, he kept fearing that he’d drop her or hurt her in his grip. 

He actually even stopped drinking completely now, he didn’t want to risk being tipsy, in case he had to hold her.

Nonetheless, he became an absolute pro.  

He even begged to take her on Sunfyre with him, although you were still quite anxious for she was so small. 

Somehow, he convinced you for just a quick, short flight: he trusted Sunfyre with his life, and he knew the dragon would nurture and protect his daughter too. 

You would watch from the ground in complete silence, just anxious although, as soon as he landed and dismounted with the babe still nestled and settled in his arms, you were quite surprised.

Aegon would be so proud of himself, it boosts his ego. 

He would always regularly check up on her, even if he only just saw her 10 minutes ago. 

“Aegon she's been asleep in her crib for the past hour, nothing has changed, why do you feel the need to look?” 

He can’t help himself, you’ve come to find it’s as though a switch has flicked on for him, he’s become so protective over you and the babe, he can’t stand leaving you two alone. 

“But she needs me...” He’ll say, as he just stares at her asleep in absolute awe that he helped to make this angel. 

She definitely looks more like her Dad, soft, gentle features with the Targaryen traits. She literally looks like an angel. 

She has Aegon’s plump cheeks and he’s always just kissing and nibbling at them. 

Aegon loves how everyone fawns over her, including his mother. In a way, it makes him feel accomplished. 

Nonetheless, as soon as she’s more involved and interactive, she never wants to leave Aegon’s side. Like she clings to him throughout the day, and cries for him if he isn't around. 

You’ve come to accept that she's an absolute Daddy’s Girl, he’ll carry her around to his council meetings, and she'll bury her face in his chest or the crook of his neck when he tries to get her to greet other lords with him, although she’s too shy. 

Most of the time she even chills on his lap when he sits the Iron Throne. Listening and ordering his subjects for the day, she often remains unphased, although occasionally she’ll try to grab his attention by playing with his hair or trying to touch his crown. That’s when you come in and take her. 

On the days that she is not around, if he has urgent or serious matters to attend (no place for a babe), he feels so empty without her presence there, and feels something is missing. He itches to get back to you both. 

Aegon definitely struggles to be hands on, he hates the dirty work of nappy changes and sometimes begs for you to do it. Although, you both have agreements and take turns with bathing her, or if she cries in the night, Aegon does see to her (although struggles to awake and gradually gets to her).

As random as this is, Aegon would definitely have a Dad!bod and no one can change my mind. The drinking caught up although, his daughter sneaking in sweets to feed her Daddy whilst they chill on the throne doesn't help either. (Aemond will be the type to keep up with his regular training, Aegon struggles with all the responsibilities, although still trains not as often). 

You find Aegon blowing raspberries on his daughter’s stomach, and it makes her laugh like no tomorrow. 

He definitely tells you openly that he wants more children now. 

“Perhaps a son?” He suggests and you reassure him, that is completely out of your control and “Upto the Gods.” 

As soon as your healed from the birth, Aegon is fucking eager to get onto you, and his breeding kink shows. 

He moans how he can’t wait to see your belly swell with his child, another angel: he loves the idea that people will think scandalously of how quick you’ve become pregnant again. Aegon does not care though. 

He even prefers your postpartum body and idolises the changes: he loves how big your tits and ass are, only for his own pleasures.

During the night he'll leave his cock inside of you, making sure he seizes every opportunity to impregnate you. 

You are so proud of the father Aegon has stepped up to be, and you make it known to him, he favours your praise above anyone else. 

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Blooming Love

pairing: Fanon!Aemond Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Elaena Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Valeryion, she was too much like her father much to the horror of her father.

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: Fluff? Falling in love? Attempted butt grab, incest

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"Elaena! Come down this instant" Daemon yelled up at the skies, eyes wide with anger that slowly shimmered at the sight of the golden dragon emerging through the clouds.

Elaena huffed angrily as Vēzos landed on the hill. She climbed down with the help of the great beast, yes she was not as big as Caraxes yet but she was big enough to fly with Elaena and one more on her back. Elaena knew the reason for her father's anger, she had scared off yet another suitor in favour of becoming a warrior some day soon.

"What were you thinking?" Daemon hissed at his first born. Elaena rolled her eyes at him. Daemon wrapped a hand around her bicep knowing her tendencies of running away from him when he was angry to avoid a fight. His grip was barely noticeable not wanting to hurt his girl, Daemon was not that kind of parent.

"He was a dick" Elaena justified her actions. Daemon took a deep breath to calm himself. He looked at the castle behind them knowing Rhaenyra was standing somewhere watching them giggling. She had warned him that Elaena was not someone for marriage, long before Elaena bled for the first time.

Elaena did not shy away from the courtyard when Jacaerys and Lucaerys trained and even joined more than once but preferred to train with a soldier since neither one of them was able to keep up with her. She was light on her feet and took advantage of her smaller frame to dodge them before swinger her sword, she one defeated Jace in a matter of thirty seconds, Luce was of course the one keeping an eye on the time.

"Mind your tongue, you forget you are a princess" Daemon scolded. He did not know why Elaena was like this, Baela and Rhaena were nothing like their older sister, always listening to him and never disobeying him.

"He tried grabbing my ass!" Elaena ripped her arm out of his hold not like he fought it. He felt furious at the new information, no father would be calm in a situation like this but he must keep an open mind.

"That is no excuse for Vēzos to burn his horse" Daemon took a deep breath. He was more than relieved to know that Elaena could defend herself but she was a girl, she was of marriageable age yet she still was not betrothed.

"She enjoyed her meal" Elaena turned to look at her golden beauty with a smirk on her lips. Vēzos let out a loud roar when her rider eyed her. She was usually a gentle dragon, have never seen war obviously.

The bond the two shared made Daemon doubt his own bond with Caraxes. Vēzos which meant sun in Valyrian hatched in Elaena's cradle only hours after her birth which led to him and Laena having to keep her on their shoulders whenever they held their daughter until she was able to hold her herself but that was not for long. By the time Elaena was six name days old she had a melt down as they had to move Vēzos out of the palace since she was causing more and more destruction by the hour. For a whole moon Vēzos would spend her night flying by Elaena's window watching her sleep but now the great beast preferred to sleep on the golden sands Dragonstone.

"Elaena" Daemon warned. Elaena turned to look at him with a softer gaze making his heart flutter, he can never be mad for long at his firstborn child, his heir through and through.

"Please stop pushing me father, I am not one for marriage. Leave me to my sword and arrows and marriage for Baela and Rhaena" Elaena begged holding onto his arms. Daemon sighed and pulled Elaena in for a hug rubbing her back affectionately.

"As Issa zaldrīzes wishes" Daemon whispered against her hairline. They both knew that Daemon was merely humouring her and soon enough Rhaenyra and him will send lords her way discreetly before she figures it out and scare the poor boys away. Elaena sighed hearing her nickname 'my dragon' flowing through his lips.

"Avy jorrāelan, kepa" Elaena whispered against the leather of his tunic. Daemon chuckled patting the back of her head. The two pulled away from each other with soft smiled on their faces. Elaena turned to Vēzos giving her a silent command to go back to the beach and rest.

"Avy jorrāelan, tala" Daemon muttered wrapping an arm around Elaena and pulled her towards the castle. Elaena leaned into his side enjoying the rare moment they had together with each other only for company, it was hard with the amount of siblings she had now, her younger twin sister, Baela and Rhaena followed by Jacaerys and Lucaerys other than the children joffery, Aegon and Viserys and the babe Rhaenyra was to birth soon.

"Sometimes it does not feel like it, you and I have not sparred in what feels like years" Elaena admitted. She loved her blood and step-siblings, truly she did, but she was human still and felt jealousy that her father spent time with them more than her sometimes.

"I shall beat you tomorrow" Daemon teased, nudging her shoulder making her giggled. He eyed the darkening sky knowing supper was going to be soon where he and Rhaenyra will announce that the family will be traveling to the Keep for the king's name day.

Elaena grinned widely as she spread her arms ignoring the worried screaming of her father and Rhaenyra. She was chained to Vēzos so she did not see what the fuss was about. Her hips will be sore from the strain of the chains and maybe some bruises but nothing she could not handle. She let out a loud laugh as Vēzos swooped down showing the dragonpit but Elaena was still not ready to dismount her dragon and stirred her to circle around the palace earning the attention of many in the Keep as the golden scales shinned under the sunlight, one of those people was Aemond who was stood alongside his mother and siblings to welcome the family.

Elaena giggled finally letting Vēzos land in the dragonpit. She ignored the looks she was receiving and made her way out of there with a huge smile on her face. She moved to stand behind her father who was smirking seeing his adventure in his daughter however he could only hope she did not have his recklessness.

"Your grace" Elaena curtsied to Alicent who gave the platinum blonde a wearily smile. Aegon barely spared any of them a second glance while his sister/wife had a soft welcoming smile on her face missing her childhood best friend.

"Helaena! How are you? How are the twins?" Elaena was the one to break the awkward silence turning to her best friends. They were closer during their childhood but their letters never ceased for a second.

"They are alright, down for a nap right now" Helaena answered widening her smile. Elaena noticed how tense everyone was and was wondering what she could say or do to end the awkwardness around the family. Her eyes moved over to her other cousins noticing the missing Daeron, she heard that he was sent to Oldtown a while back. Her eyes paused on Aemond's one eye that was watching her curiously. She gave him a small smile knowing to be weary of him and he nodded back with his cold face still present.

The last time she had seen her cousin was when he had lost his eyes to Luce's knife. She felt horrible because he did not deserve such a fate, people said he stole Vaghar but there was no such a thing as stealing a dragon, it is an illusion like king Visery's said, the dragons are not pets to be controlled, they are mighty beasts and they are who choses to ride them not the other way around.

"Was that you earlier cousin? Did not believe that your rogue blood passed down to your daughter, uncle" Aegon smirked at his own words. Helaena elbowed him but he ignored her and resumed looking smugly at his uncle.

"One of his daughters was bound to be as strong as he is, my prince" Elaena snapped at her uncle with a glare on her face. She knew her sisters would not take her words to heart. Usually they are the ones to tell her those exact same words when they would spend their nights together braiding each other's hair and gossip like any group of sisters.

Elaena was blessed with straight her like her father's unlike her sisters who inherited their mother's curls. When Laena passed during from her dragon's fire, Vaghar who Aemond rode now, Elaena could not bare to look at her sisters for at least five moons and whenever they would step into a room she would excuse herself and leave. The twins eventually cornered her and assured her through her melt down when she finally glanced up at the two of them, that brought them even closer to one another much to the delight of their father and Rhaenyra who Elaena grew closer to as the years passed.

Elaena and Rhaenyra's relationship was rocky in the beginning because Elaean refused to accept her marriage to her father. Daemon understood his daughter and worked to regain his daughter's trust. Elaena took to the skies during their wedding and did not return until the moon was high in the sky. Aegon's birth brought the family back together because Elaena was unable to resist loving and adoring him. She usually steals him to play with him and gave him a wooden figure of a dragon that he even at a young age adores and those who touch it be damned, he will scream his lungs out so Rhaenyra now makes the maids take him out when cleaning his nursery so they can clean the figurine.

"The maids shall escort you to your rooms so you can rest before the feast" Alicent spoke tensely eyeing the maids standing to the side. Elaena's eyes moved from the maids noticing that Aemond was still eyeing her with what she could only identify as admiration but that was impossible, he had Vaghar there was no way he admired her small show earlier.

"Thank you, your grace" Rhaenyra nodded at Alicent. Elaena smirked noticing the sarcasm in her step-mother's voice when saying Alicent's title. She curtsied one last time and followed her sisters into the palace.

"What do you think?" Elaena questioned, twirling a little in front of her sisters. She wore a black dress to show off her house colours. The dress off shoulder and had a little plunge showing the top of her breasts. It reached to the floor and when she twirled small golden shimmers showed off the golden threads in the fabric, she had chosen this specific shade of gold since it matched with Vēzos's scales.

"Beautiful as ever, Leana" Rhaena complimented. The sisters gave sad smiles to each other, ever since their mother's death the twins started nicknaming their sister Laena, the only difference between Elaena and her mother's name was one letter that her sisters rended useless when speaking with her.

"Thank you, however I look not even close to your beauty" Elaena touched Baela's curls making the girl giggle. A knock on the door broke their giggles.

"Come in" Rhaena called, it was her room after all. Daemon stepped into the room smiling, his smile widened at the sight of his eldest children being together.

"Guess it is time for us to leave?" Rhaena asked. She stood up from the sofa she was sat on along with Baela. Daemon nodded his and stepped to the side letting the twins pass through before turning to Elaena.

"You look beautiful, Issa zaldrīzes" Daemon complimented. Elaena touched the fabric of her dress with her finger tips with a tiny smile on her face.

"Thank you, kepa" Elaena walked over to her father and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. Daemon had to lean down for her to be able to reach even on her tip toes but he had learned to never mention this to her after receiving the silent treatment from her for three days and had to calm a beaten Jace after sparring with Elaena.

"Come, we do not want to be late" Daemon held out his arm for her to take. He enjoyed her soft touch inside his elbow. He worried for her the most because he knew that no mater how strong she was she was living in a man's world but he had promised earlier that week to not mention marriage and he intended to keep his promise this time, at least for a while before his dark thoughts took over again.

The pair walked into the hall after being announced. Elaena was surprised when the music stopped and everyone turned their attention to them, she knew she was royalty but sometimes it was hard to believe. She noticed the presence of the entire family, even Rhaenyra, Aegon and Viserys and the only one missing was the king. Daemon led his daughter to her sit directly beside his displaying her as his heir instead of Aegon his firstborn son. Rhaenyra of course felt no hurt or displeasure being her father's heir.

Elaena did not have time to sit before the king was announced. Her heart hurt seeing her uncle walk in with the help of a cane and his guard. Alicent scrambled to help him sit down on his seat in the middle of the table before the music picked up again and everyone got distracted by something else.

Elaena eyed her father who gave her a nod of encouragement, Rhaenyra who was occupying Daemon's other side between him and the king, eyed the two confused. Elaena pushed her chair back slowly and moved in front of the table stopping when she was directly in front of her uncle. This earned the attention of Viserys and Alicent along with their children, Helaena and Aemond while Aegon was already drunk somewhere probably flirting with some poor lady.

"Your majesty" Elaena curtsied to her king uncle. She felt her heart clench when she saw the confusion on his face when he did not recognise her and leaned over to Alicent so she can whisper in his ear "This is Elaena, my love"

"Ah Elaena, you have become more beautiful with time my dear niece" Viserys' voice was weak as he spoke. Elaena pushed back the tears that wet her eyes and plastered a smile trying to act and treat him normally as if he was not sick and dying, she knew it must be exhausting for him being treating like that by everyone around him.

"if you would allow me your grace, I have prepared a gift I wish to give you on this glorious day" Elaena steadied her voice not forgetting that she was a princess now after the reminder earlier when she stepped into the room. She ignored the feeling of someone's gaze burning through her body and fought the shiver when she realised the violet eyed belonged to her cousin.

"Of course my dear girl" Viseryes gave a weak nod. Elaena turned to her hand maiden who stepped over holding a box in her hands. She opened the box herself to show the king a wooden figurine of the iron throne with a man sitting on it, it was he when he was still healthy and handsome. What do you give a man who had everything? Was what Elaena wondered before the idea struck her, she was talented in crafting wood so she decided this was the best gift she can come up with.

"You made this?" Viserys questioned rising up from his chair. Alicent too stood up holding his arm and helping walk around the table and over to Elaena.

"With my own hands" Elaena answered, smiling at her uncle who stopped in front of her. Viserys reached over and touched his own face on the figurine probably remembering the days he looked thins handsome.

"Thank you, niece, you have given me a gift I will cherish until my last breath" Viserys whispered. Elaena grinned satisfied with herself. She was shocked when Viseryes wrapped his free around her and pulled her closer placing a kiss on her forehead. He gave her a sad smile before returning to his seat. Elaena's handmaid handed the box with the figurine to a guard who was instructed to take it to the King's own bedchamber.

Elaena sat back down in her seat with a genuine smile on her face. Daemon reached over and grasped her hand in his over the table giving it a squeeze. She squeezed it back knowing her father cared a lot for his brother like she cared for all of her siblings. Elaena smiled as her sisters left her side to dance with Jace and Luce each with her betrothed. She enjoyed the sound of the music and laughter of the people, she imagined sword fighting as a dance and that is how she ended up being better than her sisters at it with the right motivation.

"May I have this dance, princess?" Elaena snapped out of her train of thought and looked up at the person who spoke. It was Aemond with a hand extended for her take. Elaena did not want to embarrass him or herself so she placed her hand into his noticing the size difference immediately which sparked a new feeling inside of her or maybe it was just his touch.

"You may" She gave him a small smile. Daemon watched with a raised eyebrow as his eldest daughter pushed back her chair and allowed her cousin to lead her to the dance floor. Rhaenyra noticed Daemon tense and held his hand under the table to calm him down, they both knew that Elaena was able to defend herself if Aemond tried anything but like any parent Daemon worried and so did Rhaenyra who viewed the girl as her own.

"It has been a long time, cousin" Aemond was the one to break the silence between the pair as they glided skilfully on the dance floor.

"It has, I wondered how you and your siblings have been fairing as of lately" Elaena kept her voice soft and words polite. Aemond twirled her before bringing her back close to his body. They were chest to chest but they were yet to touch anywhere other than her hand in his and the on his shoulder while his was around her waist.

"I am sure Helaena has kept you up to date" Aemond smirked. His gaze moved to his sisters sitting in between two empty seats one for her elder brother and husband while the other was his own. She was too busy to notice as she played with her daughter in her lap.

"She has, she mentioned your liking of sparring" Elaena pulled back from him and held both of his hands as they twirled in a circle before coming close to one another again however this time Aemond's grip was stronger around her waist.

"Not for tourney like many speak" He smirked down at her. She chuckled shaking her head remembering Helaena mentioning how he insisted he was on that piece of information.

"I know, I was going to suggest a match" It was Elaena's turn to smirk when she saw the shocked look on his face.

"You and I?" He questioned unsure. Elaena did not answer as she twirled letting her dress flare around her before stepping closer to him again. Aemond's eye focused on her dress for a second as the gold showed under the candle light while she sauntered her figure in front of him.

"Who else?" She teased. Aemond and her dancing ceased with the music. They were in the middle of the room with the other couples around them.

"Another dance?" Aemond offered his hand again. Elaena smiled and took his hand again. She curtsied and he bowed before the next song began and the other couples began moving.

"They seem fond of each other?" Alicent whispered to Viserys who was also watching his second son and his niece. They both had smile on their faces as they danced in the middle. Daemon slammed his hand down on the table and stood up when Aemond picked up Elaena and twirled her, it was part of the dance but he hated it, usually only married couples did that while unmarried couple opted to do a twirl together with minimum touching.

"Lykirī" Rhaenyra was fast with her movements pulling him back down to his seat. He was breathing heavily with anger, he wanted to jump over the table and killing his nephew for even looking in his daughter's way.

"You are acting as if you did not want to marry her off only a week ago" Rhaenyra joked trying to lighten the mood and make him take his mind off his anger before he does something that will end with him without a head.

"Not to the likes of him" Daemon hissed glaring at Aemond. Aemond of course did not notice being too enamoured by Elaena. She giggled as he twirled her one more time. Aemond felt lighter on his feet as he reconnected with one of his childhood friends, he could not remember the reason behind him refusing to contact her. During that awful night she was silent siding with no one being torn but he still remembered the feel of her hand on his when she passed by trying to comfort him before her father pulled her out of the room.

"Will I see you tomorrow on the training grounds?" Aemond questioned, when the night have ended and he offered to walk her to her room. Elaena paused by the door of her room and turned to look at him with her back to the door.

"Of course, I will not pass a chance to beat you" Elaena teased. Her teeth were showing through her smile. She felt happy and giddy and for once she could not blame the wine since she had none, not even a sip.

"I will leave you to dream of that victory but let me tell you it will never become a reality" Aemond humoured back. Elaena rolled her eyes playfully at him.

"We will see, Kēpus" Was the last thing she said before slipping into her room and closing the door separating them. She had the biggest smile on her face as she slept that night and excitement in her body unable to wait for the next day.

[anjelicawrites]

Thoughts on dad!Aemond under the cut. SFW.

Of course Aemond has saddles made for his children to ride on Vhagar with him, while they wait until their own dragons are big enough to ride.

It's not strange to see the second prince being followed around by his gaggle of children, his latest daughter strapped against his chest, while he goes about his day, to the dismay of the poor maids who are supposed to look after the children. His lady wife tells him that he looks like Mother Hen from children's tales and that makes him laugh; he can't help being proud of his offsprings and he wants to be part of their lives, not a shadow as his father has been in his. The running joke at court is that between him and his wife and Rhaenyra and Daemon, they'll probably be able to repopulate Old Valyria if they keep going like this.

The ladies at court, and many lords as well, comment sharply on the fact the Aemond has permitted his Lady Wife to be around Vhagar while pregnant and that she accepts her children flying on that humongous beast; better that they don't know that their first daughter, Daenys, was probably conceived on top of Vhagar.

"Do you think she will miss having the children ride on her once their dragons are big enough?" She asks him one night, curled with her head on his chest

"I don't know. She'll love flying with the hatchlings around her, though, and you riding with me"

"You'll have to keep your hands for yourself, you know that, right?"

"We don't always need to fly with the children, jorrāeliarza ābrazȳrys" beloved wife

"Aemond..."

His desire, even after six children, it's still a surprise to her. Her body has been changed by the pregnancies, he still wants her nonetheless, with the same ferocity he did the first time he had seen her, during their courting

"Ao zālagon issa se save issa. Skorkydoso could nyke daor jaelagon ao?" you burn and save me. How could I not want you?

How is his Lady Wife not supposed to fall in love with him even harder?

[cluz1babe]

“Issa Laesi Naejot Drāmagon Tolvȳn Bona Tolvȳn Issa Prūmia Daor”(‘Open My Eyes to Everything that Closes My Heart’)

(Limited use of Y/N)

PLOT :

You were a Belaerys, with the Blood of Old Valyria in your veins, future Queen of Sothoryos. Up until eight years before the Dance of Dragons, everyone thought the Belaerys family was gone after the Doom. You were well-respected by everyone except most of the Greens. Despite that, you were officially given a seat on the new High Council. The Hand, Otto Hightower, was trying to bring more countries to their aid, but his excuse was to bring peace between countries. Planning to wed you to Daeron, the Small Council of the Greens are shocked when Aemond refuses to offer you Daeron in order to take you for himself.

TAKES PLACE BETWEEN 129-133 AC

THIS IS YOU

This is for an Aemond fic I’m writing. It will not have the AFAB reader (she/her) referred to as “Y/N” often. If you want me to make her look like you, lmk what you look like through asks or replies. I can do very fair to very dark skin tone. I can maybe make her 30lbs more than the generic version I chose. ☹️ I just chose her look as a generic base.

Excerpts:

“You had been wearing a hood and mask to protect your face while flying, but you had removed it. You were getting off of your dragon when he finally approached.”

“Your dragon was named Molcajete. She was black with dark purple markings. She was at least 20% bigger than Vhagar.”

“Your eyes were lined with an enchanted coal (to keep your eyes clear of debris) and they were an exquisite shade of purple with flecks of gold. They sparkled in the afternoon sunlight like so many stars in the night sky. He thought he was in love with you already.”

Notes & Trigger Warnings under the cut.

NOTES

I am 90% sure I am neurodivergent because I miss a lot of social cues (among 9/10 other things that can diagnose someone as ND), if my writing seems stiff, please lmk.

Guys, this is very Alys-coded, but I didn’t even know about Alys Rivers (because I have not yet read the book, I just did a lot of show watching and reading of Westeros Wiki) until I practically finished writing. Also, any time you see a picture of a dragon I made, please note the software doesn’t actually have dragons, so I had to make velociraptors with bird wings. 😢 Sorry, but it’s very sad for me.

Also, this is very AU, but still in whatever fake medieval time period this is based on. However, things are very slow and don’t only take place within two years for certain plot things to work. It starts shortly before Lucerys’ death, which will take place at some point during the story.

I try to make as many visuals as possible, as I’m that type of person. For my ridiculously expansive “country/continent” of Sothoryos, I got really bored and for some reason painted major bodies of water in the islands. I know Sothoryos is inspired by Africa, but I am Hispanic (Aztec) and wanted to give it a hispanic flair. Some of the Islands and cities are made up names, but others are named Nahuatl things.

I do not speak Nahuatl or High Valyrian (well), but I did look up words for things from multiple sources. I know words might be out of order because verbs are supposed to go last in High Valyrian.

Very Canon-Divergent, mostly because I don’t want the dragons to die. I’m changing Aemond’s characterization a little bit, but with a reason - LOVE. I also am not good at writing the proper way they speak on the show. I have re-read 50 times, so I’m sorry if I messed up somewhere, but I tried. BTW, if you’d be interested in being a beta reader, lmk.

I’m going to try my hardest not to specify reader’s color, but I kind of imagine myself (obviously) and I might accidentally write something referring to light skin. If I do something like that, please lmk. I don’t want to exclude anyone. I would like to write gender neutral, but that’s really hard for me because I’m AFAB and cis and I don’t want to upset anyone by not understanding that struggle.

BACK TO STORY MASTERLIST

TRIGGER WARNINGS

TW FULL STORY :

Talk of Abortion, Emotionally Abusive Relationships (Aegon x Everyone), Alcohol, Blood, Branding, Bullying, Childbirth, Death, Drugs, Fire, Hallucinations, Incest, Marriage, Miscarriage/Stillbirth, Misogyny, Murder, Pregnancy, Profanity, Sexism, Slut Shaming, Smut, Violence, War, P in V, Sex, Fingering, F in A, Assplay, Prostate Massage, No Cheating, MDNI, 18+ , enm, ethical non-monogamy, Breeding Kink

Reader is only Sunshine! for Aemond. To everyone else, she is usually kind and even-tempered, unless she is disrespected. Aemond is only soft and gentle toward reader.

[witchthewriter]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, Targaryen descent, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

SFW🌿

・She didn’t know you were Dany’s sister. 

・Well not for the first few interactions anyway. You had been able to conceal your hair through dye, but your violet eyes were impossible to disguise 

・You had found yourself in King’s Landing after escaping one of the Lannister men. The streets were confusing and all you wanted was to get on your dragon, Rhaegal, and fly to your sister

・But Rhaegal was with Drogon and Viserion, looking for you across the Narrow Sea

・Margaery had found you on one of the royal tours, when she was trying to get the common people on her side

・You thought you could spy on her, or somehow trick her into helping you

・But something far more dangerous happened ... you fell in love

・Not instantly

・Because she did insist on you coming with her to the castle, you could go under the guise of a cousin

・You took Olenna’s room, which was right next to Margaery’s. 

・One night when your dye had washed out completely, Margaery saw who you truly were. Her suspicions were right. But she didn’t turn you in. 

・Olenna said she would help free you when she could. 

・You were confused, a bit scared but never showed it. The blood of the dragon runs deep, and although the ruse was working, people were suspicious at your commanding presence

・Margaery kept you far away from Joffrey, but you became friends with Sansa, who was still wrapped up in her grief

・So while Olenna plotted the downfall of Joffrey, the escape of Sansa, she also had to work in the escape for Daenarys Stormborn’s younger sister. 

・Rhaegal was an absolute mess without you. He would whine and cry into the night, flying for hours trying to find you

・You yearned for the sky, for the touch of leathery skin and the noise of beating wings 

・Every day it was like a never-ending sadness. But the one thing that kept you going was Margaery. You knew she was sneaky, that she was playing the game. But there was something about her. Moments where you could see an inner honesty that not many noticed. 

・Dany was absolutely out of her mind with worry. Missendei missed you dearly, but was trying to console Dany. For nearly a week she wouldn’t leave her chambers. 

・No one knew if you were alive or dead

・But thanks to Margaery, Dany received word that you were alive, well and would be united soon

・It was a risk having you out and about. Olenna said the best thing was to be demure...humble... to never look anyone in the eye

・It would be a dead give away if they saw your true eye colour. So averting your eyes was the best option. Keeping you in your chambers all the time was too suspicious. 

・The first time you met Cersei, a rage welled within you. The Queen-mother took your red face for embarrassment

・It was like Alice and the Red Queen whenever you and Cersei were in each other’s presence

・You acted dumb, feeble - 

・And yes, you were the subject of many jokes. 

・But Margaery always quipped back, and left the people dumbfounded

・Her grace and elegance drew you in

・But her mind was the thing that made you fall in love with her

・There was so much ambition and determination in her body. It was a wonder that anybody else couldn’t sense it

・There were many late nights with Margaery by your side. You spoke of your childhood. Of Viserion’s cruelty and birthright. 

・The moment you saw Dany you burst into tears. She swept you up in her arms, but the moment you were together, you both fell to the ground.

・You kneeled in front of each other and laughed through your tears, your white hair fell from it’s scarf. 

・ “ Issa mandia, issa jorrāelagon mandia,” Dany cried, the translation: my sister, my dear sister.

・Rhaegal was whining, his wings wriggling in anticipation 

・” Issa prūmia! Ao've grown!” Translation: “my heart! How you’ve grown!” 

・You had been away for 3 months. A quarter of a year. In that time, Dany had conquered and set free thousands of people. 

・Something in you had changed. The enemies you once saw as a black plague were now human. Your rage had not quelled, not shrunked or disappeared. But you saw a duality for the Lannisters, Baratheons and their allies. 

・In the days since then, you often thought of Margaery. You missed her dearly. Her soft touch and gentle smile. 

・She would have loved Rhaegal - you had promised her a ride

・No one knew, but the night before you had to leave, you and Margaery shared a kiss. Some days you could still feel the way she felt. Taste her in your mouth. 

・Margaery would always be by her family, no matter what. 

・And now with the death of Joffrey, her destiny hangs in the air 

・Will you ever see her again?

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Sirens by Harry Gregson-Williams

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

  ✧ “I care about you!” (Margaery) x “You shouldn’t!” (You)

  ✧ “You wear the pants in this relationship” (You) x “Oh I wish, I cannot control you at all” (Margaery)

  ✧ Looks Scary But Is Actually Soft (You) x Looks Soft But Could Kill You (Margaery)

[roanniom]

Um for Eddie positions

On your back with your legs over his shoulders

Or laying on your stomach. Like you were laying on your side in bed and he comes in to cuddle up and can’t help himself

Or he bends you over the back of the couch

Or him holding you up against the wall because he can’t wait to get to the bedroom

Or with you sitting on the bathroom sink trying to get ready in the morning

Or on the edge of the pool during a midnight swim

Sorry I’m newly single and reminiscing

Omg never apologize for sending me beautiful, hot thots like this!!! I love them.

I think the idea of Eddie holding you up against the wall because he can’t wait to get to the bedroom is WILD.

Impatient

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

“Eddie,” you huff against his lips when he finally migrates his sucking, biting kisses down your jaw to your neck, giving you a second to breathe. He’s tugging at your layers and beginning to discard them haphazardly right there in the living room.

“Princess,” he replies into your skin, mimicking your tone and breathlessness. You chuckle and in spite of your next words you thread your fingers deep in his hair.

“Eddie, let’s go to bed.”

He’s shaking his head before you finish your sentence.

“Can’t wait. Need you now.”

“Impatient much?”

You start to laugh again but all the humor is replaced with blind lust when you’re shoved against the wall. His hard body is against yours, confined erection pressing and rutting into the apex of your legs.

“Feel that? That’s what you do to me. You wanna be sexy as hell and tell me I gotta wait to go all the way to the bedroom to fuck you. Nah. No dice.”

“The time it took you to say that we could have—.” You don’t get to finish your teasing contradiction because his mouth is on yours and his hand is pushing up your skirt. He finds you wet, exactly as he assumed he would, and your moan spills from your mouth into his.

When he begins fingering you in earnest and you can no longer keep up with kissing him back, Eddie pulls a few centimeters away to watch the way you crumble against the wall.

“Wanna go to the bedroom now, princess?” he asks, smug because he knows the answer. You do your best to stare daggers at him but it’s in vain because your brows are furrowed and your eyes are rolling back with pleasure.

“Just fucking fuck me already, Munson.”

“Somebody’s impatient,” Eddie chuckles. But he yanks down his jeans and pumps himself a few quick times before lining himself up with your dripping entrance.

You both moan, all humor and teasing gone the second he sheaths himself inside of you.

It’s hard and fast as Eddie works himself up to a good rhythm. It’s been a while since he’s had you quick and dirty against a wall, but there’s something so fucking hot about the fact that you’re only a few steps away from the front door.

“Holy fuck, can’t believe you would have deprived me of this pussy,” Eddie whines after a few minutes of sweaty, panting, skin-slapping silence.

You’d roll your eyes if you weren’t already threatening to roll back into your head.

“The room’s like 15 feet away, how’s that deprivation? This is an apartment, not a mansion!”

“I can’t hear you over how good you feel, shit.”

Already so turned on from being fingered, you’re on the edge very quickly, which is good for Eddie because he’s beside himself.

Your head lols to the side against the wall while Eddie bangs you into it. You watch him take his pleasure and squeal delightedly when he reaches down to play with your clit, prioritizing your pleasure as well.

“Fuck I’m close.”

“Don’t hold back, baby,” Eddie grunts.

“You’re just saying that because you’re waiting for me to cum so you can,” you say cheekily.

“You bet your ass I am. Almost busted my load just rubbing up against you.”

“Romantic,” you huff, but he sees how your eyes glaze over and feels your pussy tighten even more.

“Prince Charming for you, only, princess.” He grins and kisses your neck. That’s what does it, if you’re being honest with yourself. You cum hard, seizing around him and feeling him cum only seconds later (he’d been hanging by a thread).

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[basiccortez]

Beaches of Cheyenne- R. Abbott

pairing: Rhett Abbott x female!reader word count: 4k (Issa long one) warnings: it's a g Cortez classic angst fic: cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, death, allusion of suicide. synopsis: based on the song 'Beaches of Cheyenne' by Garth Brooks A/N: I know this is usually a gvf blog but surprise shawty. I'm opening this back up to the multi fandom mess it once was. so why not kick it off with the cowboy who has stolen my heart (sorry Rip Wheeler) and thank you @mayhem24-7forever for reading it over!

Perry stopped at the post office after church to pick up the box. They could feel the sad stares of community members. The news of what had happened had spread across the town like wildfire. The Abbotts did their best to stand strong, and pay attention to the sermon that was given, but the second the priest said something about the two young lovers, Cecilia lost it, and left the church in tears. Royal gave a quiet nod to the church before excusing himself and going after his wife. 

“Here ya go,” The office worker said, handing the box to him, “Heavy box.” 

“It’s his saddle,” Perry said in a monotone voice as he finished signing for it. 

“Sorry about your loss, can’t be easy losing-” 

“Thanks,” Perry didn’t want the conversation to go on any longer, as he picked up the box with a grunt and walked out to his truck where Amy was waiting for him. 

When he got home, he placed the box on the floor of the living room in front of his parents. He stood off to the side as they opened it, pulling out Rhett’s saddle and his buckles. The tears hadn’t stopped running down Cecilia’s face since she came home, and holding Rhett’s buckle to her chest, she sobbed. Royal held her close and kissed the top of her head. Perry pushed off the wall and walked over to Amy, and finished taking the rest of the items from the box. 

None of the Abbotts had flown out to the coast to see how the house was and to clean it out, but from what they had been told by one of their friends, the house was nearly destroyed. Royal had called in a local worksman to fix up the walls and the door. The walls were littered with holes from her fists and the glass was shattered all over the floor. Apparently, Y/N had just gone crazy when she got the call about Rhett. 

— — — 

When Rhett first laid eyes on Y/N, he knew she was the one for him. He had missed his chance with Maria, holding back on his feelings and letting her walk out of his life. But when he saw her standing on the fence line as he lowered himself onto his bull, he knew that she was going to be his wife. He held on for his life, lasting the whole eight seconds, and impressing her. The boost of confidence from the ride was what he needed to go over and talk to her. Her cheeks turned red as he invited her for a dance, telling him that she can’t dance to save her life, but he assured her that it was okay. He had kissed her that night. 

After that night, Y/N basically disappeared. She was nowhere to be found and it seemed like no one really knew who she was. Rhett had asked around town, asking pretty much everyone where the y/h/c girl went and who she was. It had dawned on Rhett, he never got her name. When Rhett was ready to give up, throwing in the towel that she was just a one-night stand sort of girl (even though they didn’t hook up) he had received a call from an unknown number. 

“Hello?” He asked, creasing his eyebrows. 

“Rhett Abbott,” Her voice was like honey, and Rhett chuckled to himself. 

“How did you get my number but I never even got your name?” 

“I asked a friend,” She smiled. 

“I asked a friend about you, but it seems like you are just some figure of my imagination.” 

“I can assure you that I am not.” 

They had talked for hours on the phone after Y/N had explained who she was. She was originally from Amelia County, but as soon as she graduated high school, she packed her bags and went to the coast. She would occasionally fly back to Wyoming, the last time she flew back was to watch her little brother ride against Rhett. Neither one had noticed the sunset, and the moon rising in the sky, or the first strands of orange morning sun. Rhett woke up to his alarm clock and looked down at his phone to notice that he was still on the line with her. He smiled to himself and whispered a ‘sweet dreams darlin’’ before hanging up. 

And that’s how it went for weeks. He would call Y/N after dinner and they would talk for hours about everything under the sun. He learned that she was studying to be a nurse, in her third year at USC. Y/N learned that Rhett had made it to the finals, and she was already looking at flights to come watch him. Rhett rode one of his best rides when he noticed her smile in the stands during the finals. He focused on her the whole time, and the second he heard that buzzer go off, his mind was locked on finding her. The next morning they found themselves wrapped up in each other's arms. 

They continued their relationship long distance for about two years until she graduated college. Rhett had saved up his rodeo money and packed up his truck and headed out west. He stuck out like a sore thumb as he walked around campus in his levis and blue flannel. He was going over in his head what he was going to say to her. The last time he had seen her was over six months ago when she had flown home for thanksgiving. Rhett was going to propose to her, he had already asked her dad for her hand in marriage. He easily found her dorm room, and waited on the bench until she came out. 

“Why look at what we have here? You lost Cowboy?” Y/N asked as she walked out the door. Rhett stood up, holding the bouquet of carnations in his hands.

“Slightly,” Rhett said with his usual half smile, “For you,” 

“Thank you, love,” Y/N took the flowers, and then placed her hand on his face and brought him in for a kiss. 

Their date went off without a hitch, Rhett taking her to a look out spot that he had heard about. He laid some blankets down in the back of his truck and shared the sandwiches and stuff he had prepared. She talked about her final days at university and how she got a good job at the children’s hospital nearby. Rhett told her about how he had finally gotten away from his family, and Y/N was shocked. She never thought she’d see the day where Rhett Abbott left his family’s ranch, but here he was. He took her to the one bedroom apartment he got which was covered in boxes. He tucked his shaking hands in his pockets as Y/N walked around the small place and explored. 

“Rhett this place is- what are you doing?” 

“I’m proposing,” Rhett said, as he was down on one knee with the ring box in his hand. 

“I know, why?” 

“Because I love you enough that I want to be with you forever.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, really,” 

“Yeah, yes! Yes!” 

Rhett placed the ring on her finger, and held her tightly in his arms. He made love to her for hours that night, trying to make their bodies as close as possible. They felt as if they had truly become one, their hearts, minds and souls. 

Their wedding was small, held back home in Wabang. Perry and Royal had worked hard to clean up one of the barns so they could have a reception out there. It was no secret to Royal that he wasn’t thrilled about the wedding and his youngest son fleaing out west. He had hoped that Rhett would take over the ranch when Royal couldn’t do it anymore. Perry was happy to see his brother finally settle down and had hoped that this would stick. Cecilia was also happy to have another daughter in the family. The two of them seemed very fairy tale-like as Rhett held his new wife close to his chest as they swayed on the dance floor. But the honeymoon feeling came crashing down quickly. 

Their first fight had been an ugly one, over Rhett’s drinking. Years of riding bulls and popping pain killers had become a second nature to him, something he quite couldn’t let go of. Rhett had found a farm to work as an extra hand, but it was quite enough for him. He thought when he left Wabang and chased after the woman he loved that it would be enough. Having her be his, his own Mrs. Abbott, would be everything he had ever dreamed, and it was. But he fell back into his old ways. Y/N would get pissed as he’d stumble in at odd hours of night as she was trying to sleep before her early morning shifts. She had finally had enough of it. 

“Jesus Christ Rhett,” Y/N cursed under her breath as she looked at the drunk man who had just knocked over something, “Why do you constantly do this shit.” 

“Do what? I’m too fucking drunk to do this shit with you right now.” Rhett slurred. 

“Well Rhett! The hell do you expect!? This is the fourth night in a row you have come home completely trashed. You keep doing this shit, enough is enough,” Y/N yelled. 

“What do you mean?” Rhett sobered up as she climbed out of bed, and grabbed a bag from her closet, “What are you doing?” 

“I’m leaving.” 

“No, baby please, I’m sorry,” Rhett grabbed her hands to try and stop her, “Please, you can’t leave me,” Rhett’s voice cracked, “You’re all I have. I left everything behind to be with you. I have nothing.”  

“I never asked you to do that,” She bit back tears. 

“I know, baby, please don’t leave me.” 

And she didn’t. She stayed by his side, even when he told her that he was going back to riding. She was actually proud of him for getting back on the bull. He had done his best to stay away from the temptation of the old life; the booze, the pills, the pussy. But old habits die hard. His body was older now, taking rougher beatings when he would get bucked off. He would have a simple celebratory drink with the guys after the rodeos. Rhett found himself out later at night, coming home to a quiet house with his wife at work. Their schedules hardly ever matched up. He got bored of using his hand in the shower, and he could hardly remember the last time he and his wife made love. 

He didn’t fuck them at first. He’d only let them suck him off before a ride, releasing the tension. But that only did so much. The rodeo hands seemed to look the other way when it came to his infidelity. He’d fuck the no name buckle bunny before the ride, not bothering to learn their names or even show them the ounce of respect. He saw them as playthings to fill the void he was missing from his wife. He thought he was good at hiding it, but Y/N had always been smart. 

She knew that he was hiding something from him. She could tell in the way he wouldn’t touch her, his kisses were just pecks, he avoided looking in her eyes. Y/N had even seen it with her own eyes at one of his rides. She had gotten the night off of work last minute and decided to surprise him. The whole crew seemed to act weird and barely pay her mind as she walked through the trailers to find him. The smile ran away from her face the second she saw him walk out of his trailer, fixing his belt and a bombshell walking out behind him. Y/N felt her heart break as she leaned against the side of the trailer away from his eyes. 

Y/N felt bile rising in her throat as she emptied the contents of her stomach. Rhett heard the sounds of someone retching and walked around the side to see his wife. His eyes widened as he ran over to her, and moved her hair back. 

“No!” Y/N cried and pushed his hands off of her. 

“Baby, you’re sick, let me-” 

“Get the fuck away from me!” She yelled and Rhett stepped back in shock, “Fuck you, Rhett! I saw you! How could you?” 

“Babe I’m-” 

“Your shit will be in the driveway.” 

Rhett had come home that night to exactly what she said, his stuff in the driveway, but he wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet. So he sat outside the front door and waited for her. Y/N felt bad when she saw him in the morning and let him in. She ignored him the best she possibly could, but it was hard to do. Rhett could hear her break down while she was in the bathroom and it made him shed a tear himself. He sat on their bed and waited for her to come out of the shower, he could see the dried tear stains on her cheeks. 

“I promise you, I’ll never ride again. I never wanted to hurt you.” 

And he had stayed true to his word. He had told his dad over the phone that he had officially given up riding. That he and Y/N had decided to start trying for a family. Rhett didn’t want to spend his time away from his family or worse, like some of the legends in Bull riding, dead or gravely injured. Rhett had stayed away from the rodeo life for about six months. And in those six months, Y/N and his marriage was completely worked on. They went to therapy, talking out their transgression and disagreements. They got back to the basics, bringing back romance into their lives; going on dates and trips. They had some of the best sex they had in years. They had both seemed to forget what had happened six months ago, until he got that call from Royal. 

“I told her I wasn’t going to ride,” Rhett whispered as he stood in the kitchen. He was making breakfast for Y/N, after a busy night of love making. 

“We’re in danger of going bankrupt, we need this,” Royal said, “We can’t lose the farm.” 

“There’s nothing you can do?” Rhett ran a hand down his face. 

“You know I wouldn’t have asked you to do this if there was,” 

“Fine,” Rhett said, “When is the ride?” 

“Three days.” 

“Three fucking days?! That’s our anniversary.” 

“I’m sorry Rhett.” 

“I gotta go, she’ll be up soon.” 

Rhett had gone to the rodeo by himself, it didn’t bother him, he was used to going by himself. It did make him a little upset that she didn’t even bother to come with him. He stood in the waiting area as he waited for the name of the bull he would be riding. The second he was given the bull, he knew it was a lost cause. The bull was impossible, no one had been successful in completing a ride. His team gave him a pat on the back and Rhett gave them a shy smile. The first person he had called was her. 

“Is there anything you can do?” Y/N asked. She was sitting on the back porch of their house, looking out at the waves as they crashed on the sand. 

“You know how these things go,” Rhett said as he leaned up against the side of his trailer. 

“I don’t like this Rhett,” She said honestly. Silent tears were running down her face. 

Rhett could hear the sadness in her voice, and could only picture the tears running down her face as she looked out at the setting sun, “I know you don’t. But I promise, I’ll come home to you.” 

“You fucking better Mr. Abbott,” She sniffed and wiped her tears away. 

“I will, Mrs. Abbott,” He smiled back, “I gotta go okay, I promise I’ll call you right after.” 

“I love you Rhett.” 

“I love you Y/N.” 

She had watched the clock, as she settled down in a chair in front of the fireplace. The class of whisky was cold in her hands as she counted down the seconds until Rhett’s ride. Rhett said a small prayer as he walked up the metal steps towards the bullpen. The crowd was going wild as he waved his hand and greeted his team. They helped him down on the bull, and it already was bucking the second Rhett put his weight on the animal. Once it settled, Rhett tied the rope around his hand, making sure he had a tight grip on it. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, seeing glimpses of his future life with Y/N, a few kids and a beautiful house back home on the Abbott Ranch. Rhett opened his eyes the second they opened the gate. It didn’t last long until a consuming darkness filled his eyes once again. 

Time seemed to tick on slowly, and her eyes never left the clock as she waited for the call from Rhett. Assuming from the time it had taken from the ride until now, that it hadn’t gone well. Everyone in the community knew that the bull Rhett had was a troublesome one. It was known for bucking off its riders in the first couple seconds. The second her phone rang, she picked it up. His name hadn’t even slipped past her lips when his team manager told her what had happened. Her heart was shattered in her chest as she dropped the phone on the carpet. Her knees shook as she collapsed to the ground screaming out his name. 

Her eyes were blurred with tears and her head was spinning as she pushed herself up from the carpet. Her phone was still on the line and they could hear her screaming for him. She walked out into the sand, her chest felt on fire as she let out loud sobs. She didn’t stop as her feet hit the wet sand from the waves. The further she walked into the water, her clothing felt heavier and heavier. The waves would crash and pull her underwater. She fought to keep herself above the surface, keeping her lungs inflated with air. The saltiness of water strung her eyes as the waves hit her. She looked up at the sky, looking at the stars and feeling the heaviness in her heart. She felt her feet leave the ground and she took a deep breath, as she felt a wave pull her completely under. 

In the black abyss she had fallen into, she could see the man she had always wanted. Rhett stood there waiting for her, his hand outstretched. She smiled at him as she placed her hand in his. He placed a hand on her cheek, brushing the tear from her cheek. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. 

“I told you I would come home,” Rhett said. 

“I know you did,” She spoke to him. 

— — — 

They had sent someone over to see if she was doing okay, but there was not a single sign of her. The back porch door was wide open. They looked over the house, trying to call for her but they got nothing in response. The only thing they found was her diary which was open by the bed. They didn’t even bother reading it, just closed it and put it in the box with Rhett’s buckles and hats. Perry had seen the green notebook with her handwriting across it and picked it up. He opened the page that was dogeared and read it to himself. 

The pages were detailed on what had happened the night Rhett left for Wyoming. She explained that they had a fight about Rhett going to ride again. She was angry that he had been talked into riding for the sake of his family’s ranch. Royal had gotten them into financial trouble again, and Rhett knew that he could help them out with this ride. Y/N had given Rhett an ultimatum about it. She was worried about him riding after what had happened the last time he had ridden. The images of the night had filled her head over and over. She tried to push them away but she couldn’t. No matter how many times she had said it, Y/N had never really forgiven Rhett Abbott. Y/N had gone in on him, yelling that he had broken his promise to never ride again, the fear of past mistakes seeping through the harsh words she spat at him. Y/N saw her whole life with him, she wanted their future to be long lasting and full of love. 

Rhett told her that he was going to ride with or without her approval. Y/N looked him in the eye and told him that she didn’t give a damn if he ever came back from Cheyenne. 

The next couple lines were scribbled and had tear stains on them. It was full of regret from what she had said and didn’t know that their last conversation was going to be an argument about him riding. She had told him that she loved him, but she didn’t know if he forgave her. She wrote about how she was going to fly in the next day and surprise him back in Wabang, as he was going to stop there after Cheyenne. The writing ended abruptly with her saying: ‘I can't live in a world where Rhett Abbott doesn’t exist.’ 

It was late, the night was illuminated by the bright moon up in the sky. Perry was standing in the kitchen looking out the window, sipping on a glass of whisky. He turned over his shoulder to see his dad walking into the room. Royal gave him a nod and walked over to the cabinet, getting a glass and pouring himself a drink as well. They stood in silence for a moment before Royal spoke up. 

“They never found her body. No body can explain it,” Royal said, looking down at his sock covered feet, “Some say she just disappeared, and others say she’s still alive. I just don’t-” 

“She said she couldn’t live without him,” Perry said, running a hand over his face, “No body, no note, just footprints in the sand. Some people say they’ve seen her since that night.” 

“She’s just gone, like a ghost, like she never ever existed. Like neither one existed.” Royal turned to look out at his land. Perry placed a hand on his father’s shoulder and then walked out of the kitchen back up to his room with Amy. Royal finished his drink and placed the empty glass in the sink before going back to his wife. 

The beach was always the same, the setting sun warmed the sand and the breeze rolled in off the ocean. She would come to the beach night after night, and would sit and wait for him to show up. Her footprints would lead from the house like a trail as she walked towards the water. She would stand in the water up to her ankles as she wrapped his blue flannel around herself. It was like clockwork when he would show up, standing next to her with his hat on. She looked up at him with a smile and he looked down at her with the same expression. He’d take the hat off his head and place it on hers, and would kiss her. His lips were soft and he smelled the same of tobacco and Armani cologne. His hands were still rough as he would caress her cheeks, and look into her eyes. 

“I love you Mrs. Abbott,” 

“I love you Mr. Abbott.” 

 Every night it was the same, the two of them would walk the beaches of Cheyenne.

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well. . . be nice pls:)

[virginpornstar]

Gay Friendships Die At 30

Once my gay best friends turn 30 the friendship is over. Doesn't matter if we've been friends for 5 years or 15+ years. Gays want to start acting different and doing immature shit we weren't even doing in our 20s. I'd rather be former friends than fake friends. So once the fake shady immature bullshit starts, I gotta exit. Well make them exit my life.

The reason this friendship ended is so stupid, and I knew it was stupid from the beginning, but I can't repair things with someone on a mission to want to destroy them.

So my BFF (well former BFF now) and I were planning to meetup in LA. I was going to already be in California anyway or a work trip, and I wanted to go to LA anyway. I had a bad experience in LA last year, and I wanted a do-over. Plus I really wanted a picture with the Hollywood sign since I didn't get one last year.

My BFF was going to be in LA because he was flying to Asia with friends for his bday trip. Which I chose not to go on since I've never really had any interest in going to Asia. Plus the trip was originally supposed to be to Europe, but he randomly changed it. I was excited to go to Europe with him, since we had originally planned to go in 2020, but Covid happened. Plus I ended up going to Europe with another friend earlier this year, and had an amazing time.

Granted I never told him I was going to Europe until after I landed there. Which was shady and passive aggressive on my part. There's been a lot of shady and passive aggressive things over the recent years, which I'm sure slowly contributed to the demise of the friendship. It's like on Insecure when Molly and Issa fell out. It didn't just suddenly happen, but a gradual buildup. I'm definitely Molly and he's Issa.

Since we were both going to be in Cali at the same time, it made sense to be there together. Even though he basically told me I was inconveniencing him with hotel costs since he was planning to spend his first night there with some random guy he was talking to there, and then then the next night with his friends that were coming.

Granted...I don't even share hotel rooms with friends when I travel. The last friend I ever shared a hotel room with was him last year. When I travel with my other friends we get our own rooms. I prefer to have my own space. My job has me spoiled with my own hotel rooms, and when I travel I just prefer to have my own room. Plus I'm a slut. I love to be able to have a guy over whenever I feel like it.

Both of us were financialy strapped, and had put off booking a room as long as possible. I had sent him a suggestion the day before I left, but he said not to book it now. He was going to look the next day. Well I was already in Cali the next day, and was starting to get anxious about not having my next hotel booked since I had to be out of my work hotel Monday.

After I woke up from my nap, I saw he'd texted me that he booked a room at a hotel by the airport. I was immediately annoyed, because I don't stay by the airport. Usually airports are so far from everything, and everything I wanted to do in LA was in the Hollywood/West Hollywood/Beverly Hills area.

Granted LA is so big, that the airport isn't even that far or inconvenient, since everything is far an inconvenient in LA. I was looking at a hotel in Koreatown, since the places I'd originally wanted in WeHo/Beverly Hills were too expensive/taken now.

So I was like whatever. I wanted to book my own room anyway since I wanted the Hotels.com/HIlton points that I'm trying to upgrade my status before the year is up. Plus when he said he booked a room already the message said "if you're interested". I interpreted that as I have the option to still book my own room.

I tried to call him for clarity, but we were on different times. So I just booked a room at the same hotel for 2 beds to be safe.

Then when he woke up he told me he'd gotten that room for his friends, and he could get us a different room at the same hotel for the same price. I told him I already booked us a room.

Then he asked the price. It was nearly $400 for 2 nights, but the double bed room was more expensive than had I just reserved a single bed room.

Then he got pissed at me because I had already booked the room and it was more expensive than whatever random site he was using. I didn't want to use the site he was using, because I'm already loyal to Hotels.com, and also it's sketchy. It like shows you pictures of a room based on how much you're willing to spend, and you pick the one that looks best, and then it tells you the details of the hotel afterwards. WTF.

Also I wanted the room in my name since I'm already in Cali and would most likely be at the hotel before him anyway. I want to be able to just get there and check in, and not have to wait for someone else to get in my room. So that's easier if it's just in my name anyway.

Then he was pissed because he didn't want to pay more to stay at the same hotel where he could get a cheaper rate, and I wasn't willing to cancel because I already booked/paid for it, and I wanted my points to upgrade my status before the year is up.

Then he got booked that I booked something else when he booked something, but he'd already told me he just booked that for his friends earlier. Then I explain that I wanted to book something ASAP since I'm already in Cali and prices are going up each day we don't have something booked. Plus he booked something at a hotel without even asking me first. I was going along to get along, by just going for the same hotel, since there were cheaper hotels in other parts of LA.

Then he said I was "acting like a bitch, but what else would he expect" for saying the "if you're interested" leaves the door open for me to book my own room. Which is my preference. Then he says "girl fuck you" to me after I say I'm not being a bitch since I went with whatever hotel he picked to book a room.

I said "if I was acting like a bitch than I would've booked the cheaper room with one bed" but instead I paid extra to make sure there were 2 beds for both of us.

Then the next morning he texts me with a fake ass apology saying he was half asleep, and was mad because he thought I'd booked a room at a different hotel in another part of LA.

WTF. You clearly complained about the price of the room I booked at the same hotel you already booked a room.

He apologized for calling me a bitch, and then quoted neNe "well I said acting like a bitch".

I sent him a meme of Molly from Insecure looking annoyed. He then doubled down on being half asleep and claimed he reread the messages. Hence his apology.

WTF. You were mad about the price. It was very explicitly clear that I had booked a room at the same hotel, and also calling me a bitch and saying "fuck you" to me was a ridiculous response for this trivial situation.

So I was annoyed his apology didn't even match what was said. Like don't say you misinterpreted what I said, when you very clearly were upset about having to spend more money at the same hotel. I don't like bullshit apologies. Honestly I don't like apologies in general. I'm a Scorpio. I'm not going to forgive you regardless, so I'd rather you just not fuck up in the first place.

So then I say that he wasn't arguing about me booking at a differnt hotel, and he was mad about me booking a more expensive price at the same hotel. Granted I don't even know if he made sure to make sure he was booking rooms with multiple beds, or just going for the cheapest price, which would've been a room with one bed. I only think he apologized because of realizing he may not have booked a room with 2 beds, and had just gone for the cheaper price.

I didn't even want to keep this argument going. But I also wasn't accepting an apology that wasn't real. Like apologize for what happened, not make up some bullshit when the texts clearly say otherwise. He kept trying to say he was sleepy and thought I booked somewhere else on the other side of LA, when the words he texted me never mentioned any of that. No one is about to gaslight me into some bullshit.

Also don't tell me you "reread" the messages, yet what your saying was never mentioned in any of the messages. So I wasn't backing down, and he kept defending his lie. then he had the audacity to say all he's apologizing for is ccalling me a bitch, and then said if I think he's such a liar than we don't even gotta link".

That was the dealbreaker for me. We didn't talk for 2 weeks after that. That is some bullshit I don't play with. Like you're my best friend of 5 years, we haven't seen each other in 5 months, and we've talked about going to LA together for years. So you're going to just essentially abandon me in LA by myself, since he had his other friends he was traveling with coming, because he refuses to apologize for the bullshit he caused and the fucked up things he said to me.

I'm an only child, so I don't mind being on my own. I actually do better that way. Thankfully I had an amazing time in LA. Both nights I met local guys that showed me a great time. I had more fun in these 2 days in LA, than I had last year when I was in LA for 2 weeks.

I did everything I wanted to do in LA. I got the pics I wanted, and when sight seeing to see the places I'd not gotten to see. I went on dates, got dick, went bar hopping in WeHo, and even went to the dispensary. I had an incredible time in LA. Regardless of my BFF abandoning me.

But I still find it incredibly fucked up that he'd even be that childish to rather we both be in the same city at the same hotel but not speaking, because he refused to apologize for what he actually said to me.

Also that's such bum nigga shit to cause an argument to get out of paying for room. Granted I already paid for it, and got my wish of my own room with one bed, so I didn't care. But this is exactly why most gay friendships end due to trips. The broke friend causes all the problems, and then the friendship is over.

But I also am pissed because i knew this was a dumb argument from the beginning. I knew that. I was willing to move on, but I also wanted the apology to be genuine and not some made up bullshit. Even re-reading the texts now this whole thing is so stupid. Yet I'm not letting someone talk to me crazy, and then refuse to apologize for acting ridiculous.

He's an egotistical Leo, and I feel like after he moved to Florida and got his own friend group. he feels like he's Regina George now. In our friendship he was always the Nicole to my Paris. Guys have literally called him my "ugly friend" to his face. Now I never viewed him as my ugly friend. He has no problem getting niggas, but I was always the more social media famous of the 2 of us.

I feel like he's even more big headed thinking he's queen b now because he's "in charge of the girls" of his friendgroup. That ain't me, never been me, and I'm not afraid to be all by myself. I don't even do friend groups, because I am a selfish bitch and don't give a fuck when people hate me. I can't fake anything to get along with a group.

Which is why I fell out with my ex BFF of 16 years. His new friends didn't like me so he chose them over me. Once he had a huge 30th bday, and invited all of his friends from all over the country, but didn't invite or tell me about the party, when I had just taken him out to lunch for his bday the week before, then I was done. We're clearly not friends if you're not inviting me to your big milestone events you planned celebrating yourself, and then not even having the respect to tell me. I had to find out on social media. WTF. That's so childish, and high school. We're in our 30s. We weren't even doing fake shit like that in high school or our 20s. Yeah...I just saw the best option was to end the friendship.

Now with this. I didn't want to end the friendship. After 2 weeks of not talking I sent him the mughshot I found of Zimbabwe. He's the only person that I could talk to about Zimbabwe that would understand. I'd already given up on expecting my BFF to take accountability or genuinely apologize for what he really said. I was just ready to sweep it under the rug and move on. We'd already not spoken in 2 weeks, and we'd both been on multiple trips. We'd missed out on so much of each other's lives already, and LA has passed.

But he refused to move on. He said he's not ready to talk to me until we revisit our previous argument. WTF. It's been 2 full weeks...I don't even care anymore.

Then I say "I'm not sure what's left to revisit. You started unnecessary drama, refused to apologize for what you actually said, and then didn't want t hangout with each other in LA and we didn't...

Then he says "yeah I'm cool on you. So I was petty and responded with "k" and then blocked him everywhere.

I'm over it. LIke I'm not waiting for a 30 year old man to decide when he's ready to be my friend again, when this drama was caused by him.

I was rude and inconsiderate. I knew his financial limitations, and didn't care because I wanted to book my own room for my own benefits.

Still I don't think that warranted being called a "bitch" or having him say "fuck you" to me, on top of saying he didn't even want to see each other while in LA. That's the part that really pissed me off, because I would've never said that to my best friend. Like petty drama over money isn't going to make me want to not see you while we're in the same fucking city and haven't seen each other in 5 months. Then being in the same hotel at the same time, and not speaking. Like we both still had each other's locations and were in the same fucking hotel at the same time.

It's so stupid and petty, and we both decided to escalate the drama instead of neutralizing it. Well I feel like I tried to neutralize it. I said early on that I don't want to dwell on this drama, but I'd rather if he's going to apologize to apologize for what he actually said.

I hate liars more than anything. You're not going to lie and say you're mad over a reason which literally had nothing to do with anything you said the night before. Read the fucking texts. The whole convo was in text. Right there. You're clearly mad because you didn't want to pay more when you could pay less. Don't make up some bullshit saying you thought I booked somewhere else, and then keep doubling down on the lie.

He is being a Lying Leo. That's a fact. He's clearly lying. It's there in print. That gaslighting me bullshit is what really set me off. Like all you had to do was apologize for the truth, instead of continuing to perpetuate a lie. Then this could've all been avoided.

Then we're not getting that time in LA back. it's not like we can just go fly across the country again next week. Like to miss out on that time together that we aren't going to get back, over this dumb shit also really pisses me off. Like I would've never said I don't want to see you while in LA. Especially not over this dumb shit.

Then the fact that weeks have gone by, and I'm sending you messages and want to move on and talk like normal, and he's continuing to want to stay in this negative space and keep having the same damn argument.

Like you're still not telling the truth or taking accountability. Then on top of that LA is gone. We didn't see or speak to each other, despite being in the same hotel in the same city. There's no point still arguing over a trip that not only passed, but we both had other trips since then. Like it's the past.

All I wanted was to have my best friend back to gossip about more dead gays in Atlanta, and to talk about my ex that's been in jail for months.

Instead he wants to keep having this same dumb argument, and i'm over it. Again. I refuse to wait for a 30 year old man to decide when he wants to be my friend again. Especially when he's mad about the drama he started.

I don't give a fuck how mad you are...don't disrespect me by calling me a "bitch" or saying "fuck you" to me, and then saying you don't even want to see me while we're in the same city. I have blocked many gays for flaking on plans with me.

I don't think the disrespect I received was warranted with this petty drama, and then the fact you'd be fine just leaving me alone in LA because you knew you had other friends coming was fucked up. On top of refusing to move the fuck on when weeks have passed.

Yeah. Friendship over. This is so immature and stupid, but gays don't mature with age. Yet another of my closest gay friendships has died.

I'm also probably less motivated to salvage the friendship because I've been fucking this guy he really likes behind his back for months.

I really am a terrible friend. That's always been my biggest fear with gay friendships was having my friend fuck my man behind my back. 2 of my exes tried to fuck my BFF to get back at me, and he valued our friendship enough to resist.

Yet I was weak. Maybe not weak because it involved not temptation, as much as giving into dark urges to self sabotage. 2023 has been my year of chaos. Choosing chaos any chance I get. Blowing everything in my life up, and then finding order amongst the pieces.

I have no choice but to take accountability for my own actions in the demise the closest friendship I've had for the past 5 years. I'm still devastated things ended this way, or that I made the choices I made. I really thought he'd be my best man at my wedding...if that ever happens.

Yet that's the Scorpio way. We can't keep a friend...

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

Jace and you had been flying for hours, letting your dragons determine where you’d go, giving them no directions. It was a wandering pace, taking the freedom to move about in the sky like all Targaryens should. The two of you snuck out in the early morning (as much as one could sneak about with a father like Daemon Targaryen. Jace was sure he knew their plan before it had even been talked about out loud.) and had swiftly made your way to the Dragonmont.

It only took moments to have the two dragons brought out, to mount them, and then there was only open sky as far as you could see. The day was turning out perfect for it — the sunrise had been a beautiful, soft pink shot through with warm orange. The actual day was crowned with clear blue skies with not a single cloud in sight. And now that the sun was setting, Jace and you had settled back on land on a small, deserted island to eat and watch the sky bleed red.

Dragonriding was one of the most physically demanding actions you knew of and so when planning the trip, you had included small snacking foods for you to snack on but Jace had also packed a full dinner. He had wanted to spend some time alone with you away from the constraints of your families. He thought having a small and quiet dinner with just you and the dragons would be nice.

When you had landed, the sun had just been kissing the edge of the sky and it was enough light to see. Spreading out a blanket, Jace watched as you pulled out the food baskets. It was hard for him to look away from you, the shine of the sun tinted you red and it was a gorgeous sight.

Now it was closing in on night time — the sun was gone and the stars were being coy, seemingly appearing and disappearing in a unique pattern. Jace was only aware of their dance because of the way they reflected in your eyes. They were a sight he’d never be tired of seeing, getting lost in them quite frequently. It made him trip over his words whenever you focused your full attention on him but he’d have it no other way.

Your fingers snapped in his face, waking him from his trace on you. “You finally with me again, loverboy?” Faint annoyance threaded your words but it was nearly drowned out by the fondness that characterized your dealings with him.

Jace reached out and gently cradled your hand, placing delicate kisses on the tips of each finger before he placed it on his face, leaning into both it and you. “I’m always with you.”

Stuttering faintly, you froze in disbelief from his actions. The two of you hadn’t strove to hide your flirting but this was the first time he’d been so bold. You had taken pleasure from his frozen countenance when you shocked him, striving to do so whenever you could. You guess he finally got tired of being the one who got teased and sought to flip the table on you.

“You were saying, issa jorrāelagon?” Jace was close enough to you now that he could feel your cheeks heat up. It brought a swell of satisfaction to him, to see you so affected by him. You flirted with him a lot but sometimes he couldn’t tell if you did it just to shock him or if you actually had feelings for him. Seeing you so affected assured him that the relationship wasn’t one sided.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you repeated your statement. “We should probably start to head back. Even though Daemon probably knew our plans for the day, we didn’t actually tell anyone where we’d be and they must be worrying now.”

So saying, you started to pull away to stand up. Jace used the hand he still held to pull you back towards him, catching you before you fell completely. “Not yet,” he was gentle when he cupped your face, moving it into position to place a tentative kiss on your cheek. It was scandalously close to your lips, where he actually wanted to kiss you but he wanted to let you make the decision.

It seemed you had, for you collapsed further into him, anchoring your body against his. The warmth of your body laying atop his brought a flush to his face that wasn’t helped when you initiated your own kiss, claiming him against anyone else that thought to take the future king away from you.

The day might have started with the freedom on your dragons but it ended with the freedom of his arms, a secret you’d keep between the two of you and the stars above.

[warningsine]

Favorite fictional women characters?

From what medium?

There are so many characters that I love and the list changes every time I finish a book/film/TV/show/play/whatever.

Anyhow, I'll mention some of my current beloved ones:

Lit

Lila and Lenù from the Neapolitan novels by Elena Ferrante

Madame Merle from "The Portrait of a Lady" by Henry James

Kiki Simmonds from "On Beauty" by Zadie Smith

Pecola Breedlove from "The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison

Florence Gordon from "Florence Gordon" by Brian Morton

Macabéa from "The Hour of the Star" by Clarice Lispector

Josephine Thomas from "The Women Could Fly" by Megan Giddings

Medusa from "Stone Blind" by Natalie Haynes

Natsuko from "Breasts and Eggs" by Mieko Kawakami

Sethe from "Beloved" by Toni Morrison

All the ladies from "Of Women and Salt" by Gabriela Garcia

TV

Helly R./Helena Eagan from "Severance"

Arabella Essiedu from "I May Destroy You"

Shiv and Marcia Roy from "Succession"

Judy Gemstone from "The Righteous Gemstones"

Debbie Eagan from "GLOW"

Kate Ashby from "Black Earth Rising"

Natalie Scatorccio and Misty Quigley from "Yellowjackets"

Nida Huq from "Black Mirror: Demon 79"

Eve Polastri from "Killing Eve"

Deborah Vance from "Hacks"

Issa Dee from "Insecure"

Dorothy Turner from "Servant"

Kim Wexler and Skyler White from "Better Call Saul"/"Breaking Bad"

Film

Ruth from "Prevenge"

Abla and Samia from "Adam"

Fatima from "I Still Hide to Smoke"

Mabel from "A Woman Under the Influence"

Yellow Mary from "Daughters of the Dust"

Louise from "Thelma and Louise" (a constant)

Margo Channing and Eve Harrington from "All About Eve" (another constant)

Nie Yinniang from "The Assassin"

The vampire from "A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night"

Michèle from "Elle"

Amanda Bonner from "Adam's Rib"

Theater

Harper Regan

Hedda Gabler

Masha (Three Sisters)

Lady Macbeth

Fictionalized Cleopatra

Sally Bowles

[camilbarnessss]

¤ The Dance of The Dragons ¤

{ Aemond Targaryen }

《 Part 5 》

The One-Eyed Prince and The Rogue Princess married. Secretly, but they did, even after all the schemes and plots of their families so they couldn't. The lovers made their own discreet plot as well, and it is working just fine. Daera understands their position, the causes of their harsh decisions. However, anyone who was wronged like Aemond so many times was, is going to feel some sort of hatred, wether it's subconsciously or consciously, towards the people who did it. That is a hard true. But, what Aemond ends up doing above the skies of Storm's End, out of rage, and eternal resentment...ultimately starts the domino effect that would lead to The Dance of the Dragons, which will mean the lost of his sanity...and his love.

《 The Invitation's Second Season 》

Masterlist

Warnings: constant swearing, mentions of rape, mentions of murder, explicit nakedness, explicit sex (p on v), cock warming, praising kink, breeding kink, mentions of childbirth death, TARGARYEN INCEST [cousinXcousin]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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The night sky is dark, rainy and noisy. Nevertheless, on its heights, its hosting laughs, relieve, and freedom.

Between the lightnings and the raindrops, The Queen of All Dragons and The Golden Ray are fastly flying together, constantly roaring with playfulness above of all the noise belonging to the rain around.

Kalistrox flaps his wings as, on his back, Daera and Aemond yell and chuckle with no stop, all damped by the rain, but not caring about it at all. Vhagar growls as she flies near them, rocking her huge green body from one side to another while flapping her wings.

-Māzigon va, issa riñnykeā! [ Keep going, my lady! ]-. Aemond screamed loudly and proudly, afflicting his wet throat as he looks at his dragon, who roared at him with easiness, shaking her neck.

As his chin and lashes drip a thousand drops of water, Aemond grumbles and laughs growly, acommodating on the saddle and clenching his hands to his wife's waist, who is so bravely driving her dragon while she receives all the rain right in her face.

-DÖNOS, ISSA VALONQAR! [ FASTER, MY BOY! ]-. Daera yells vividly, as she feels her husband's thumbs caressing her waist above her leather hood.

Sweet princess Daera's eyes turn the dark clouds bright, and the rain, not menacing.

They both laugh loudly when Kalistrox started to flap even quicker than before, going as swift as the wind. The princes clenched tightly to each other and to the saddle, feeling the raindrops falling on their faces endlessly, making them to constantly blink. Vhagar followed their speed, flying below them with slower flappings.

A thunder suddenly rumbled into the skies, startling them, and within a second they both bursted out laughing, as they've been doing everytime the sky growls.

-AH!-, the princess shrieks as she cackles.

-Nyke pendagon nyke lerīs! [ I think I'm deaf! ]-. Aemond laughed, breathless, resting his wet forehead on her back. He heard her laughing roguishly.

-Īlon kostagon sagon strēvos! [ We are louder! ]-. She said, pridefuly, giving multiples pats to her dragon's back-. TAÖBA! [ BOY! ]-. Daera screams with a big dripping smirk on her wet lips. She licks them, tasting the fresh rain in them.

Aafter her command, Kalistrox opened his mouth big and let out a big roar that made even the clouds to shiver, and the rain to nearly tremble. His roar is loud but deep, bone-chilling, but playful in this case. It made his rider to cheer him with pride, caressing his golden scales, and Aemond to gasp with an open smile.

Not too long after, when they began to fly lower, hence the clouds started to get thinner, the wed princes finally saw their destination, which made them both to smile with yearning and relief.

Lovers Island, they call it. Their island.

-Skoriot gaomagon īlon tegon? [ Where do we land? ]-. Daera mumbles, narrowing her eyes a little, for the foggy rainy weather only allows them to see the tall palms, which are mainly covered by mist.

-Vhagar!-, Aemond called his dragon, grasping his wife's thighs as they both stare down to the island-. DRACARYS!-, his voice commanded, firmly and loud.

The Queen of All Dragons, within a second, raised her head and opened her mouth, expelling a mountain of totally orange flames, which immediately lighted the surroundings. As Aemond growled with a pride smirk, Daera formed a grin when she had a clear sight of the island, now perfectly knowing where to land.

-KIRIMVOSE! [ THANK YOU! ]-. The princess yells with a smile, glancing at the green dragon.

-Ao issi [ You're welcome ]-. Aemond's low voice mumbled over her neck, smiling in it. She chuckled with her mouth closed, tightly grabbing the saddle.

Moments later, both dragon beasts land in the island they so familiar are with. Vhagar landed first, and then Kalistrox did, right at her side, both of them lifting tons of the wet sand due to the flaps of their strong wings.

When they landed, both Aemond and Daera giggled. She turned her face to look at him, and he took advantage of it to place a quick kiss on her lips. They both chuckle, closing their dripping lashes.

After giving a pat on her thighs, Aemond began to stand up, and she did the same, starting to walk down of the leather brown saddle.

The island, for the moment, is cold and gloomy. The rain falls harder here than up there in the sky, falling on the white sand, the waving beach, the few palms, and the stone low mountains. Everything was completely silent before the Targaryen princes and their beasts landed.

Aemond's tall body walks towards Vhagar, approaching to her with a smile on his dripping lips. He raised his hands, caressing her chin and a side of her face.

-Issa hāedar [ My girl ]-. The prince mumbles, lowly, tenderly scratching her chin. He giggles a little when hearing her purr, closing her eyes. The scales near her mouth, and some near her chin, are burning hot, for she just breathed fire, but Aemond finds no true pain un such heat, tolerating it easily, to pet his dragon freely.

Meanwhile, when Daera walked off her saddle, she approached to Kalistrox's face as well, scrunching her nose along a smile. The golden dragon growled tenderly as the rain rains on him stopless, as well as on she.

The princess placed three sweet kisses on two of her dragon's horns, and then another one near his left golden eye, watching to not get her lips cut with his sharp scales. Kalistrox purred and lightly pushed her body with his head, looking for more sweetness. That made her to chuckle, and to keep caressing his skin for some more moments.

Minutes later, after properly saying goodbye to their dragons, Daera and Aemond held their hands and started to walk away with a little rush, already wanting to hide from the rain. The princes ran on the wet sand as they covered as much as possible with their hoods, both of them smiling, and neither of them desiring to catch a cold.

After their riders walked away, both dragons stayed by themselved, with the rain falling harshly on them with no mercy nor stop. Kalistrox growled, calm, slowly lying his body on the sand, keeping it warm with his own body.

Vhagar shook her neck a little, and then she opened one of her big old wings as she, too, found resting on the sand. She placed said wing over Kalistrox, now covering him from the rain as much as she could. He still has nearly the half of his body out in the rain but, either ways, he thanked her with a low and soft purr, one that was answered by her.

Aemond and Daera quickly arrived to the behinds of the rock mountains, still holding their hands. When they arrived, the both sighed, walking even faster under the rain.

In the island, it is no longer a coffer that awaits for their returning, but a hut.

-Dāre vē! [ Hurry up! ]-. Daera grunts with a chuckle, pulling his hand. Aemond laughs, walking faster.

They made this place themselves, one month after their wedding, right when they returned from Pentos. When coming back to the island, after their Seventh Heaven in Essos, they knew a coffer wouldn't be enough for them for any longer, at all. We need more, Daera whispered one day, as they were sit in the sand. We are more, Aemond agreed with her, as he braided her hair.

They deserved more.

So, without much hesitating, they got down to work. All the ten days of her first two visits after being named the children's godsmother, they both flew to the island, bringing to it everything of need. Daera would come in the morning, for example, and Aemond at noon. Some nights, they would come together, and do the work even faster, lighted by the fire of their dragons, where they also would cook their suppers. Each of them would bring different materials from anywhere they'd find it. The wood, mainly, Daera brought it from Driftmark. They divided the tasks, the labors, the time, and...they builded this up, with their own royal hands.

Just as their relation grew, their secret place did so as well. It is not only a coffer anymore, with two goblets and cheese, that awaits for them. It is a humble thatch-and-wood hovel, that gives them warmth, safeness, and a roof.

Aemond quickly opens the door, hearing the thunders from the sky. He humms multiple times, shaking his head and signaling Daera to come in first. The princess snickers, fastly running into the cabin.

The One-Eyed Prince immediately came in after her, grabbing the door's handle, and shutting it close.

Everything turned dark. There is literally not one single light and, in the middle of the darkness, all that was heard was the princes's chuckles and snickers, while the sound of the rain faded into the background.

-Daera! Where are you?-. Aemond's voice asks in the middle of his chuckles, whispering.

-Right here!-. Her voice answered, far from him, laughing.

-Where?! I can't see!-. He cackles-. Don't make a joke about my eye-, he instantly warned.

-You know I make no damn jokes about your eye!-. She instantly defended herself, huffing.

-That's true-. Aemond's voice agrees with a light tone, calm-. Gods, is like it was empty in here!-, he giggles.

-Huh, what are we doing in Aegon's thoughts?-. The princess scoffed.

They both burst out laughing in the middle of the darkness, like a pair of idiots, chuckling and snickering with taunt.

-Hahaha!-. Aemond laughs-...Wait...my brother or your brother?-, he suddenly asks.

Daera stayed silent.

-...Or The Conqueror?...-, Aemond mumbles.

-Your brother, you idiot!-. Daera instantly hisses.

-Yeah, makes sense-. He sighs.

A light comes on, at last, when the princess suddenly lit a long thin match, which weak flame iluminated her face, letting him see her smile and taunt eyes. The prince automatically smiles tinyly, sucking his cheeks to the inside, looking at her.

Daera blinks cockily, furrowing her lips when she leaned front to start lighting up a whole candle holder, making the cabin to slowly gain a better illumination. As she did so, Aemond inhales through his nose, deeply, and begins to take off his wet leather coat, taking the hood off.

Due to the violent rain they just come from, his clothes and hair got a little wet even though he was covered. His long mane's ends are dripping small drops in the wooden floor, his garments are humid, and his boots totally damped. The prince humms lowly, listening to the rain falling behind the door he is still standing nearby to.

-Gods...-. Aemond tsks his tongue, slouching to take off his boots, for he doesn't wish to get the floor dirty-. Love, your shoes-. He asks her as well, distracted.

-Already did-, her calm voice answered.

He looks sideways at her, finding her barefoot. He sides a little smile, humming, to then leave his boots in a corner of the hut, and his coat, folding it, and shaking it the less he could, so it wouldn't drip.

While she still lights more candles in the small round wood table they have, Daera flickers a little when she hears another thunder from the storm outside.

-Hells-, she muttered along a tsk. Her husband glances at her, still accommodating his shoes and coat-. I hate to leave them out there when its this cold-. She says, talking about Vhagar and Kalistrox.

-They're dragons, my sweetling, not dogs-. Aemond pointed with a sided smirk, walking with his characteristic struts-. I'm sure they are warm enough to bear it-. He looks at her, amused.

-I'm fucking glad-. Daera raises her brows, sighing. Her sigh made one candle to go off. She tsks, lightening it up again.

Aemond leans front, slightly bending his knees when he approached to a coffer, one of three that are lined in the other end of the house. He opened the middle one, where there are folded towels, bed sheets, and some rags. The prince takes a grey towel of a soft furr, closing back the coffer.

-And...-Daera lights up the last candle-...light was made!-. She cheers funnily, blowing off the match, and placing it in the table.

Aemond celebrates with a low chuckle, lifting his cheeks as he walks to her. She also lit a sandalwood incense, and its scent is quickly spreading around. He smelled with his nose, smiling. She knows this is his favourite.

Daera forms a quiet smirk as she sees him getting closer. Sighing through her nose, she walks to him as well, looking at his tender lonely eye. The gods know what they do, she sometimes dares to think, for I wouldn't be able to breath properly if he had two eyes wielding such magnetic and divine gaze.

With one hand, Aemond took off her hood, revealing her damp white hair. With the other, he lifted the towel, starting to dry up her face and her mane with soft touches of the fur. Daera allows herself to be groomed, calmly breathing through her nose under the cristal gaze of her lovely husband, who so softly treats her skin and mane.

The princess raises both her hands, directing them to his eyepatch, which she took away with delicacy, not wanting to pull his hair by accident. His blue sapphire shines when seeing her, and she tinyly smiled shen seeing it, glancing too to the long thin scar. Daera places the patch on the table behind, and they both forgot about it.

After drying up her face, and her hair, as much as he could, Aemond placed the towel in the table as well, looking down at her in all moments. She bit her lips briefly, caressing the sapphire with one single finger, dying her fingertip blue. The princess, afterwards, places a finger in both of its sides, starting to pull it with all the carefulness of the world. He just blinks, staying calm.

-Is that okay?-, she asks, nearly nervous.

-You're fine, you know how to do this-. He whispered, calmly, placing his hands on her elbows, and caressing them with his thumbs.

Every single night of their Seventh Heaven, they slept in the same bed, of course. The more she went to sleep with him, the more she noticed he always takes the sapphire out. Until, one night, when they arrived drunk and dizzy as hell, they immediately fell to sleep. Did not even bath. That dawning, she suddenly woke up to the sound of uncomfortable sobbings, and a weak crying. It was Aemond, struggling in the middle of his sleep, whimpering.

That night, Daera woke him up, having thought it might be a nightmare, or something like that. But when he awakes, his weeping only got worst. Aemond cursed with so much pain, immediately fighting to take the jewel out of his eye socket. He cannot sleep with his sapphire on, for he customs to sleep face-down, and the sharp pressure against the insides of his eye, even though they are long healed, hurts him deeply and strongly.

After he confessed it to her, with pained tears on his healthy eye, she learned how to take it out of his socket, and promised him she would never let him go to sleep before having it off. Since then...he never has.

The sapphire is put into its green little bag, and the bag ends up in the table as well, with the patch, and the towel.

Aemond stares softly at her, with a very small smirk. His left eye socket is now empty, nothing to look for nor find. The skin around vaguely hangs, and his eyelids looks a little more colorated like this, somewhat wrinkled. The scar stays the same, though, as long and "bone-chilling" as always.

Without his sapphire inside it, imitating the structure of an eye, he truly is The One-Eyed Prince, the most explicit version that nobody truly knows, but her.

The Dragon's Goodness smiles warmly, looking at him at all moments. Aemond huffs through his nose, staring lovingly at her.

-Are you hungry, my love?-. He asks, after minutes of pure silence between them, the rain as the only sound. As he speaks, he started to gather all of her mane in his hands, where he has a hair tie of his own.

-Thirsty, rather-. She raised her brows, and then she sighs, highly relaxed, while feeling his fingers delicately combing her hair up, caressing her scalp-. Oh, that feels so fucking good...-, she whispers.

-Does it?-. He mumbles, laughing, and she nods, silly. Moments after, he combed Daera's hair into a loosen high bun, perfectly holding her wet strands of hair-. Alright-, he smiles, giving a fast caress to both her cheeks. She smiles, scrunching her nose-. I'll go for your water-. Aemond says.

-Attaboy-. Daera spanked his legs as he turned around, making him laugh-. I'll lit the fire-, she announces.

-Attagirl-, he mumbles as he walks.

It took so long for the fireplace of the hut to become funtional. When the place was still new, every time it rained water would sneak in through somewhere, and it always reached the fire, putting it out completely. Daera and Aemond would get so upset, and there even were nights where they would wake up because of the sudden cold, and have to figure out how to turn it back on. That is, until one day Aemond arrived with a wide rug from The Red Keep, and literally hammered it to the ceiling. No more water enters, never, from anywhere. Their hovel is firm.

After litting up the fire successfully, Daera smiles with a calmed pride, tilting her head to a side. She extended her arm, caressing the points of the burning flames, feeling their heat tickling on her fingertips. She giggled a little, taking her hand off before getting burned.

Aemond opens the coffer of the left, where there are plates, cutlery, goblets, various ingredients as cinnamon, mint, pepper, salt and sugar, exotic herbs from Pentos, diverse canteens filled with different liquids, multiple bottles of wine, cheese, and a few old grapes, this latters not edibles anymore. He took out a goblet, and a canteen of water.

Meanwhile, Daera headed to the coffer of the middle as she hummed a Valyrian song. She took out almost all of the bed sheets, all of them fluffy and warm, just as they like.

-Love-, he calls her as he serves the water.

-Yeah?-, she raises a brow as she takes out more sheets, carrying them all in her arms.

-How long will we be staying, tonight?-. Aemond asks, eyeing her for a second.

-Oh, hell no, the whole night, my love-. Daera smiles funnily, shrugging. He immediately smiles, and his eye lighted up-. We'll sleep here, and we'll leave, as early as possible-. She raises her brows.

-I quite like that plan-. Aemond says his words with a sing-song tone, walking towards her-. Now, give me that, and you take this-. As he took the bed sheets, he handed her cup of water.

-Ah, thank you husband-. Daera sighs, immediately sipping the water with a relieved expression, rolling her eyes blank. Aemond chuckles, walking past her.

-I got to admit, my clothes are not the most comfortables while being damped-. The one-eyed confesses, huffing, and starting to open the bed sheets in the floor.

-Um-. Daera grunts, separating her lips from the cup-. I must agree-. She speaks, a bit raspy, raising her brows, and turning back to the coffers.

Aemond places all the open sheets in the floor, in a corner of the hut, very near the fireplace. This is what they use as their bed, in here. It would be a little unrealistic to say they climbed a bed to Vhagar or Kalistrox's back, right? So, yeah, a bunch of bed sheets is their usual mattress. Do they love it? No! But...they do what they can.

Daera opens the third coffer, the one to the right. This one is filled with personal stuff of them both. Clothes, undergarment, hair brushes, hair ties, hair clips, scissors, some jewerly, and about three daggers. Two hers, one his. The princess, as she takes out some garments, smiles distractedly when glancing at the bottom of the coffer, where their Valyrian wedding gowns are perfectly folded and kept. She smiles tenderly, looking at them for a few more seconds, and then closing back the coffer.

-Oy-, Daera calls him.

Aemond turns around with a soft smile, just to receive his clothes right on his face, for she threw them. He grunts and she chuckles, amused. The prince grabs his clothes, looking at them.

-This will work-, he nods, looking up again.

-I hope so-, she smiles as she's taking off her blouse, pulling it up.

The prince mumbles a giggle, starting to do the same with his trousers, pulling them down. The spouses stare quietly at each other, from time to time, changing their clothes to some dry ones now.

Aemond could close his eye, and he still would be seeing his wife's body, and the same way backwards. They have seen and touched every inch of skin of the other, so many times that its literally impossible to know exactly how many. He is more than used to see those sweet brown breasts, and the magnificent curve of her hipdips. She has kissed evey each of his endless moles, and know by heart how many he has. Twenty and three, in total. And two birthmarks, one of the shape of Winterfell, she swears.

However, despite the familiarity with the other's nakedness, they never grow tired of it. Every single time, the same flame of desire burns in their chests, the same praising, passion and dearness in their eyes. She burns for him, and he prays to her.

When they both were fully changed, now wearing their night garments, Daera walked to him with a soft smile.

-Give them to me-. She asks within a soft whisper. Aemond humms, handing her his wet clothes.

-Thank you, goddess-. He murmured, giving a soft caress on her fingers when their hands touched.

His wife stares deeply at him, with a little smirk, giving a light nod, and then walking away. She headed to the table, planning to open their wet garments in there so they start to get properly dry. Daera smelled the incense, drawing her smile wider.

Aemond gives a slow blink, humming lowly, and turning around with no hurry. With this, he faced the fireplace, and he looked at the wall above of it, above the dancing flames. With this, then, his heart got warmer than the fire itself.

On the wall of their secret house, a secret painting of them hangs.

At the middle of the month they spent in Pentos, Daera woke up to be alone in the manor, with her husband not in the bed with her. Soon enough, she came to think he was wandering around the city, as they've done before, but now by himself. Aemond indeed was in the city, not exploring, but looking for something, someone, carrying the greatest of dreams on his heart.

He arrived home to find his wife already bathed, dressed in one of her beautiful gows, this one white and a light blue, as she so much likes. Matters to say, he did not arrived alone to the manor. Daera welcomed a brown-skinned delicate man with exotic accent, who brought with him a wheelbarrow, where he had a thousand paintbrushes, numerous colors of paint, and a huge clean rectangle canvas.

Since The One-Eyed Prince fell madly in love with Daemon Targaryen's first daughter, he would had the same thought time after time, again and again, while looking at her. I want a painting of her. Now there, in Pentos, afar from any familiar judgy eyes...the prince got what he wanted. I want him to draw our faces, he whispered to her ears as he caressed her cheeks. Princess Daera broke out of excitement, agreeing with no need second thoughts.

They payed the good man very generously, and so, the good man made the work of his life. He embodied, on his canvas, the secret marriage of princes Daera and Aemond Targaryen. A painting only his eyes and theirs have ever seen. The couple was thrilled, they were more than happy. The good man received his payment and, of course, a sweet threat from the princes if he dared to breath a single word about this. Doubtlessly, he did not, understanding good enough how hot a dragon's fire burn.

In Westeros, people doesn't have paintings of anybody. Everything is about ancestral heraldry or religious decoration with complex meanings. But, for them, this is what truly matters...the simplicity of their existence, and the portrayal of it by colors and brushes.

Aemond sighs through his nose, blinkless, staring at the painting above the fireplace. Seconds later, his wife approached with calm steps, and she stood at his side with a precious closed smirk, also looking at the piece of art.

-Hmm-. She humms, making a little pout with her lips. He side eyes her, so warmly and relaxed-. I must confess I have thought about Pentos today way more times than ever-, the princess admits, raising her brows.

-Hm-, he sides a smile-. It gladdens me to not be the only one, then-. The prince murmurs, making her to laugh briefly-. With the sudden...arriving of your family...-he looks down for a second-...I've been capable of nothing but to think about those times when we were far from them, and mine, as well-. Aemond sighs through his mouth. The warmth in his eyes faded a little.

-Yes...-. Daera mumbles, looking at their painting. She smiled for a very quick second, remembering all the times they laughed while being portrayed-. I share your surprise, my love. I was expecting to arrive tomorrow, by myself, and to come here with you after eating cake and greeting the children-. The princess sighs with a tired expression, tilting her head.

Aemond humms lowly, twirling on his feet to face her fully. Daera raised her chin to look at his face, and then he raised his hands to caress hers, softly rubbing his thumbs against her cheeks, making circles in them. They both smile to each other, at least comforted by finally being together and alone.

-Wine?-. From a moment to another, she lifted her hands happily, revealing the cup goblet and the bottle she is proudly holding. Aemond immediately laughs, scrunching his nose.

-I would like some-, he nods funnily, taking the goblet, for he knows she prefers to drink straight from the bottle.

-I know you would like more than some-, she huffs, turning around. He chuckles, following her.

They reached their bed. They sat with their legs crossed on all the sheets Aemond had opened in the floor before. The fireplace, at their right, iluminated and warmed them perfectly, making them to forget the cold cruel rain of the outsides.

-Cheers-, Daera mumbled, lifting her bottle.

-Cheers, love-. Aemond does the same, giving her a light smile, one she answered.

She sips from her bottle, and he from his goblet, tasting the good westerosi wine, which burned their throats. The spouses sighed, adoring the feeling.

Aemond moves the wine inside of his cheeks, taking the time to taste it well. After swallowing it, he looks at his wife, who is staring at him just because, with a little smile on her lips, appreciating him.

-I missed you-, she suddenly whispered, lovingly. Aemond wrinkles his lips into a smile, looking down to the bed sheets, feeling his face briefly blushing.

-You are too sweet-, he murmured-. I missed you too-. He looks up again, honest. She smiles to him, warmly. Aemond copies the smile, though some seconds later he started to fade it away, thinking of something-...Was your uncle, Vaemond, being mean to you, when I found you in the gardens?-. He suddenly asks, curious.

Daera doesn't fades her smile away, instead widening it at the same time she huffed, rolling her eyes. She tried to not think of what her uncle said about her mother.

-Vaemond talks way too much shit-. Daera scrunched her nose, annoyed. Her husband closed his lips, serioud-. Always behind his long coat of fucking righteousness...-she mumbles, playing with her finger on the mouth of the bottle.

Aemond blinks woth discomfort, bitting a side of his inner cheeks. He, again, thinks about how Vaemond Velaryon has all the right of what he's about to do tomorrow. His dear wife, however, would never admit so.

-Daera, tomorrow...-he begins to talk, lowly.

-No politics in the bed, my dear, please-. She sighs, immediately cutting his words. Aemond huffs, rolling his only eye-. I just do not wish to talk about tomorrow, alright?-. Daera instantly defends herself-. I spent the whole day all stressed about it, and I feel I'll explode if I give it one more thought so- so please, I'm begging you-. She tsks, nervously sipping from the bottle. A long sip.

Silently, Aemond realizes the true anxiety on her eyes. He noticed her extreme worriness and, even though he doesn't share it nothing at all, he sighs, deciding to not touch the subject again, and give her some peace at least. He himself isn't up to discuss neither, to be honest.

The one-eyed looks down after taking another sip. Softly, he takes her hands in his, caressing them tenderly. Daera relaxes her factions, looking at him. Aemond caress her sapphire fingers, and then draw them close to his face, kissing them both.

The princess smiles warmly, staring lovingly at him.

-My sweet husband-. She whispered. His empty eye socket trembled a little when he looked up at her, smiling tinyly. She keeps smirking, caressing his fingers-. By the fault of that stress, we stayed apart the whole day, and...I apologize, truly-. Daera whispers.

-Hmm-. Aemond takes his goblet again, drinking-. At least you got to hang out with Helaena. On the other hand, I had to endure Aegon's stupidities, at the beach of Flea Bottom-. He huffs, making fun of himself. When her older cousin is mentioned, Daera's face turned silently sour-. That prostitute he sent to me...He's fifteen, for the gods sake-. He shakes his head, bemused.

-He is a twenty-year-old cunt, that's what he is-. Daera stated, serious. Aemond closes his lips in the goblet, looking at her-. Fucking idiot, fuck!-. She curses with biter whispers, looking away.

-He went to see the children today, remember?-. He asks, softly, wanting to see how she reacts.

-And you did let him?-. His wife mumbles, opening her eyes big-. Gods, Aemond, he can let them slip from his hands-, she speaks harshly.

-Do you think I do not know my brother's rustiness? I was there at all times, watching our godschildren, and Helaena as well-. He instantly pointed, raising his brows-. I would never trust him the children-, he confessed.

-Ha, I would never trust him a flea-. She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she nears her lips to the bottle-. That fucking waste of air, idiot...-. She cursed within a mumble from deep her throat.

Sipping his wine, Aemond blinks slowly, thinking. He never denies the torment his brlther is, he is not stupid to do that. But, nevertheless, when Daera speaks of Aegon, everytime, is not annoyment, not even irkment. Its...pure hatred.

-I thought, this morning, you would crush him, back in Helaena's chambers-. Aemond recalls, with a low voice, interested. His wife gasped within a second-...this morning-, he moves his fingers on the goblet.

-Aemond, do you remember Dyana? Helaena's handmaiden?-. Daera suddenly asks, raissing her brows to the top of her forehead.

-Uh, indeed, of course, the kids's sitter, isn't she?-. Aemond mumbles, nodding.

-She was-. His wife whispers, nearly scared. Slowly, he furrows his brows, confused. She leans front, gulping with sourness, and looking him straight to his eye-. I fear the wastrel of your brother might have raped her...-she whispered.

Aemond froze in that moment. His face didn't truly changed, but his eye started to open really big, and his whole body shivered. Not again, he thinks, shocked.

-I spoke with Claudia, before leaving Helaena's bedroom-. Daera explains to him with a low voice, even though there was no one to hear them.

-Who's Claudia?-. He whispers, briefly shaking his head.

-Helaena's new handmaiden-. She quickly answered-. I asked her about Dyana, and she told me the last time any of the servants saw her was right before she was sent to the chambers of guess fucking who-. She furrows her brows, harshly. Aemond gulps, blinkless-. Dyana went to attend to Aegon...and was never seen afterwards, Aemond-. The princess says, firmly, yet worried, nervous, indignated.

The one-eyed looks away, tightly clenching his jaw. He cannot believe this, he can't believe his brother's irreparable disgusting personal traits. How dares he, to be this way? He has everything. Aegon has fucking everything, and yet, he acts like he is nothing. Bloody idiot, fucking senseless.

-Seven hells-. Aemond grunts, impotent, holding tightly his cup. Daera inhales deeply through her nose, and her breathing trembled for a brief second.

-Tomorrow, I will find out what really happened to her-. She whispers, and he looks at her with his lips wrinkles, almost like insecure-. I will-, she insists.

-How will you?-. Aemond asks, truly curious.

-I just will-. Daera whispered firmly, confident. Her husband sighs longly, scratching his scar with annoyment-...That poor girl-, she mumbles, and then looks at him, seeing that he is obviously affected by Dyana's probably rape. He's ashamed.

The princess closes her mouth, and slowly tilts her head to a side, looking at him. Aemond always has to look out for his whole family, he knows how Aegon is, how a bad person he is, so sometimes she can't but wonder, how is he still a green, so heartily? How can he still defend Aegon's "birthright"? Daera remembers they said no politics in the bed. Instead of politics, then, she decided to ask him something...deeper.

-I don't understand-, she whispered. Aemond opened his tired eye again, looking at her-. How do you loathe...my brothers, so much, and...and not your older one, as well?-. Daera questioned with an interested calm tone, narrowing her eyes. Aemond immediately breathed deeply, clenching his jaw with discomfort-. As well as Jace and Luke, Aegon used to mock you too, Aemond-. She stresses, raising her brows-. He took part in The Pink Dread, he forced you to go to that brothel when you were a kid, he-...he has never deserved your caring...-, her head shakes from one side to another.

-Its not too simple, Daera-. He mumbles between his teeth, looking at the goblet, and then sipping from it.

-Nothing is-. She immediately agreed-. And yet...it troubles me, you being on his side-. She confessed, whispering.

-Sides-. Aemond repeats, with a drop of wine accidentaly running down his pointy chin. Daera softly cleans it with her thumb, and he looks at her, with his eye automatically growing softer-. Aegon didn't slashed my eye out, Daera, and he didn't stole my wife from me either-. He finally answered, completely honest.

He stares at her with his healthy eye, and the stolen one. His scar glances at her, shameless, reminding her of the raw cruelness of her brothers, her dear innocent brothers.

-That night, back in Driftmark, when they maimed me-. Aemond starts to recall. His voice is low and soft, but sour at the same time, remembering that evening. Daera did so as well, gulping-. It was the first time Aegon was responsible, conscious...and I will never forget that-. He pointed, sincere, not flickering-. Hadn't he, a child, taken the blame...Viserys Targaryen would have cut my mother's tongue out-, the prince bitterly mumbled.

-Of course not-, Daera instantly shook her head, looking down.

-It is the truth-. Aemond assured.

-I don't believe that-. She denies, shrugging.

-Believe what you please, love-. He sighs, narrowing his eye. Hers flickered, looking back at him-. Everything would have gone worse if my brother wouldn't have thinked right, if he hadn't said what he said, if he hadn't protected mom-. Aemond points with not one doubt, thinking about the dear lady Alicent, his mother, and harshly shivering by the thought of what his whore of a father would have done to her if things wouldn't have gone as they did. Daera bits her inner cheeks, curving his brows. For a moment, she thought about pointing out that Alicent just shouldn't had call her brothers bastards, but she knew Aemond would literally explode, for he is really defensive of his mom, so she choose to simply don't-. Aegon might be a total disappointment, a drunk, and a scoundrel, beyond a hundred things more, but...-. Aemond sighs heavily, shaking his head-...he is my brother-. He declares.

Daera stays completely silent, staring at him with pity and tiredness, shaking her head for a few seconds, briefly. He sees the heaviness in her eyes, the insecureness, which made him sigh again, heavy too, closing his eye for a second.

-I will ask him about Dyana-. He promised within a whisper. She looks at him, silent, sucking her inferior lip and noding slowly, playing with the near emptied bottle of wine-...But family is family-. He confesses.

-Yeah-. Daera sniffs her nose, and then huffs with a fake smile-. I suppose you are right...-she mumbles, tilting her head-. Either ways, I will never see that idiot as my family, I do not care-. She declares as well, honest.

-Very well then, my turn-. Aemond deeply breathes in, narrowing his eye-. If you can love the ones who have wronged me, the ones who have wronged us both...-. His brows go up. His wife scoffs, already having her answer-...why is Aegon any different? Why can't you even glance at him?-. He questions, shrugging.

-How many times must I say the word "rapist"?-. Daera asks within a second, opening her eyes big. Aemond closes his lips, gulping at that moment-. Aegon is cruel, gross and disrespectful, and those are the words I have defined him with since the very first day I had the curse of fucking meet him-. She states, almost shakily. Daera takes a deep sip of the bottle, closing her eyes.

Aemond narrows his, confused, thinking about the first time he and his siblings met Daera, which was at...

-Laena's funeral?-. He mumbles, for he doesn't remember anything that could have detonated Daera and Aegon's eternal hatred towards each other.

-Come on-. She smiles, fakely-. All the times he yawned, snorted and rolled his fucking eyes, waggling around his wine and winking to all of my grandparent's handmaidens while they were just doing their jobs, uncapable of defending themselves from The King's stupid son-. Daera speaks sourly, constantly showing her teeth while doing so, for she articulates her mouth a lot when she's mad-. Cursed he tried to...tried to touch me, after the fucking ceremony-. She hisses, looking around with impotent.

The One-Eyed Prince felt his soul leaving his body.

-He- he what?-. Aemond asks, voiceless, leaning his head front. She huffs through her nose, drinking-. Daera, what?-. He opens his eye big.

-In one of the hallways of High Tide, after you met me crying in the beach. Aegon just...-, she gulps and grunts, cutting her own words, and closing her eyes with rage, as her bemused husband listens to her-. My uncle Laenor arrived in time, and took me away from his disgusting gaze-. The princess mumbles under her breath, hateful and sorrowfully, briefly thinking about her deceased mother's lovely brother, also passed away-...Aegon didn't even know my mom's name-, she recalled, sourly and ashamed, looking down for a second.

-My love-. Aemond sighs heavily, closing his eye-. I had no idea-. His voice speaks with shame, slowly drawing away his now empty cup-...I am so sorry-, he whispered.

Daera gulps strongly, tapping her fingers on the bottle. Thoughtful, she shakes her head from side to side, glancing at the burning fireplace, feeling Kalistrox's heart beatings from the distance.

-Men like that do not change-. She whispered, convinced-...An obscenity, Aemond-. Daera hisses, and he licks his lips, silently-. The next time I had an encounter with a rapist...I mutilated their fucking cocks-. The princess softly recalls, blinking. Aemond blinks with the same softness, feeling a warmth growing on his inside when recalling the history he knows by heart-. And they were not only three idiots, no, but they also were threatening my little sisters as well-. She smiles, she hugely did, with her lips stained by the red wine-...Pieces of shit-, she let out a dry laugh.

Joffrey Velaryon was turning just three years old when his family took him to celebrate his name day at The Vale, with Rhaenyra's matern family, the Arryns. Oh, the woods, and the stroll the kids sneaked to...oh, the men that thought they could really touch Daemon Targaryen's daughters with no consequences.

The Rogue Princess gained her name that day. When one placed his dirty lips on her shoulders, and she shoved a branch into his eye. When another grabbed Baela by the waist, and she slashed his throat out, killing him. And when the other tried to drag Rhaena away, and she crashed his skull with a rock. The three of them were left eunuchs by the young princess. How bloody the clean woods of The Vale turned that day.

Two men she murdered, and prince Daemon placed their rotting corpses where everybody could see them, to smell the consequences of trying to mess with his children. The other one, blinded by the branch, survived. But not for long. The Rogue Prince teached his daughters how a Targaryen must deal with insolence. Kalistrox and Moondancer happily dined the man after playing with him in the skies.

-I'm sorry-. Aemond whispered, bringing her back to reality. Daera looks at him, noticing his ashamed eye, as if he was guilty of Aegon's recklessness-. I will never justify my brother's filthiest actions -, he muttered.

-And you must not either-. She instantly sighed, putting her bottle away, and placing her hands on his knees, caressing them. He sighs longly, with his empty socket trembling again-. I would never blame you for loving your family...its one of the things I like the most of you-. Daera confessed, caressing his knees as she formed a small smirk. Aemond smiles tinyly as well, looking down to see her tender fingers pampering his skin, wearing the blue rings he gifted her-...your devotion-, she murmured.

Daera thinks about her family as well, how much she loves them too. When thinking about tomorrow's audience, with Vaemond and Rhaenyra, she sighed tiredly, closing her eyes with heaviness. Soon, she felt Aemond's hands caressing back hers, and that immediately calmed her, even though he didn't even know she was thinking about that again.

The prince hums, caressing her fingers with dearness, looking at her with that same feeling. His mouth started to lift up, creating a funny smile that she curiously stared at.

-So...-Aemond's thin and beautifully shaped lips smirk as his purple eye looks at her-. Are you jealous because the children already say my name, and not yours yet?-. He asks tauntly.

Daera gasps, beginning to laugh amusedly, as did he too. Mentally, the both agreed that they no longer want to keep on with such depressing subjects. Thats why they flew away from the castle in the first place.

-Ahh, you keep taunting me, dear husband. Soon enough, I'll have them singing my name-. She speaks burlesque, placing a playful finger under his chin. He humms lowly, tilting his head with a smile as he stares at her with his eye narrowed-. They'll name their dragons after me-, Daera whispered funnily.

-Ahh, I bet they will-. Aemond sing-songs his words, smiling. She chuckles, scrunching her nose. He did the same as a automatic response, even though its not a custom of him, but he just loves it when she makes that face-. Gods, can you imagine? When they have their dragons-, he whispers.

-Fucking hells!-. Daera gets surprised as well, opening her eyes big-. Can- can you imagine, truly? When they speak properly, and curse!-. She smiles excited, slouching.

-Ye-! No, they will not curse-. He denied, and she huffed burlesque, rolling her eyes-. I swear Jaehaera will look just like Helaena-, Aemond sighs, smiling.

-And Jaehaerys will be the male version of his mother, the gods bless him, my little prince-. The princess chuckles sweetly, curving her brows.

-When they're all grown up...-the prince dreams, all smiley. His wife stares at him, bitting her inferior lip, tasting the wine left in it.

-Imagine when our own are all grown ups-. Daera whispered under her breath, smiling. Aemond's eye shined in that moment, feeling all of his body twitching when the dreamy idea got back to his head-. Fine princes and princesses of the realm-, she giggles.

-The best of them-, he mumbles, moveless-. Oh, goddess...-. Aemond tsks his tongue, tilting his head-. I want a thousand-, the prince whispers, silly.

-You know what that would mean-. Daera whispered burlesque, tilting her head too-. You'd have to fuck me a thousand times-. She pointed, speaking so lowly.

Aemond hums, placing his hands in the bed sheets, and suddenly leaning front towards her, standing on his knees, and slouching his back. Daera breathed out some laughs when he got so close, and she hugged his neck, grabbing it from behind.

They kiss deeply. Only their lips touched, and that was enough to make their bodies burn with no control, rising up their souls like flames, making a fool of the fireplace. Both princes moan lowly, drawing their mouths apart.

-You'd love that, wouldn't you?-. She mumbled tauntly. He humms weakly, caressing her nose with his pointy lips-. To fuck me a thousand times-, she squeezed the skin of his neck, grasping his long hair as well.

-More than a thousand-, Aemond mumbles under his breath, taking his hands to her waist, feeling the thin fabric of her black night gown-. And you, goddess, what do you want? Say it, and I'll give it to you-. He purrs, pulling her lightly. She moans, breathing as heavy as him-. Say it-, he groans.

-I want to be a mother-. Daera admits with the thinest of whispers, closing her eyes.

-Hells-, his voice whimpered, and the between of his legs ached with pleassure when she said that-. I want you to be that of my children's-, the prince purrs growly, clenching his long fingers to her waist, tightly.

The princess moans, and from a moment to another she climbed to the top of him, suddenly taking seat on his lap at the same time she grasped his neck with force, keeping him steady.

His expression was totally different of the one he made when that whore in King's Landing sat above of him, sour and disgusted. When Daera did it, he clenched his teeth and breathed a thick moan between them, forming a breathless smile and staring up at her with mischievously and desire, grabbing her waist tighter. She bit her lips when feeling their thin fabrics rubbing against each other. She felt his cock perfectly, starting to press in her thighs, getting heard with every of her tiniest moves.

-Oh, fuck-. Daera smiles, rocking her hips back and forward, making circles on his clothed manhood.

Aemond grunted, drawing all of her body with his two big hands, cupping all of her skin as he did it, feeling every curve and mole in her. To feel his wife is such a joy and, even though she looks gorgeous in this cute night dress, he wants to fucking tear it apart.

-May I?-, he asks, breathing in one of her ears, hearing all the whimpering her mouths lets out as she rocks herself on his legs. Aemond licks his lips, clenching his nails on her hips, moving with them-. May I get you with child?-. Lust spoke with his voice, so blatantly. His wife moaned before the question, creating a smile.

-Fucking fill me with your seed, husband-. The princess purrs as a beast in heat, grabbing the ends of his shirt, and starting to pull it up. Aemond grunted, lifting his arms and getting rid of it within a second, throwing it away-. Oh, you so much might-. She sighs, passing all of her fingers on his naked abdomen and chest, feeling his clenched marked abdominals-. Bury yourself in me, and I will never let you go-. She sings in his neck, beginning to kiss it. He moans, drawing his hands up to her back-...Give me your child-, she begged.

The One-Eyed Prince grunted, and now that he has her permission, nothing stopped him anymore.

Aemond squeezed her back, and within a second he teared apart her dress, breaking it from behind and unstitching with a single pull. Daera cheered this with a moan, grabbing his jawline and making him to kiss her. They groan wildly, tasting the other while the one-eyed kept on tearing the dress apart, uncovering her back, breasts, belly, and legs. She moved so he could pull away the last fabric of her legs, moaning because of the sound of it breaking, everytime easier.

Daera sucks her inferior lip, leaning back for a second for him to admire her. Aemond sighed harshly when looking at her bare tits, coming up and down because of her fast breathed. A hand of his grabbed one of them, starting to squeeze it tenderly, but strongly. The princess moans, leaning front again, and hiding her face on his neck, sighing on it.

-Aemond-, she groans his name above of his skin, starting to suck and kiss it.

The prince grumbled, and with his free hand he threw away her ruined dress. On purpose, he threw it directly to the fireplace. The flames took the fabric with no doubt, immediately burning it. Aemond moans proudly, now grabbing both of her breasts, pampering them with deep touches of his fingers. They feel so fucking good, as always.

His hands goes around all of her naked body while her tongue goes all over his neck, leaving a bunch of hickeys everywhere with no shame, for its too easy to mark his soft white skin, which she loves crazily. Aemond whimpers with a smile, taking a hand of hers, and heading it to his pants, pressing it.

-Fuck!-. The princess curses the second she feels his thick cock, which is pulsing under his garment, pleading her to touch it-. Oh fuck, look how hard you are already-, she mocks, breathless, beginning to unstich the threads of his pants.

-Yeah, do you feel it?-. He purrs over one of her tits-. Do you feel how hard you make me?-, his lips kiss her left breast, hiding it fully on his warm mouth. His wife moaned with an open smile, noding-. Its all because of you, Daera, and only for you-. He praises her in the middle of agitated mumbles, licking her tit stopless.

-Take your fuckings pants off, take them off-. She, breathless, commands him, pushing his chest with her hands, and getting down of him. Aemond humms, and also grumbled, quickly standing up, and making her to look up becaude of how tall he is.

It may be raining outside, strongly, but the insides of the hut burned even hotter than before when The One-Eyed Prince pulled down his trousers, kicking them away. Now fully naked, he humms as he stares at her, powerfully, not hiding one inch of skin. She opened her mouth, silly, moaning because of the single sight of such god in from him. His cock is almost walking on his fucking own, pulsing and...and looking at her.

-Fucking bloody burning seven hells-. Daera spoke with no emotion, blinkless. With his eye narrowed, he sighs with a cocky smile, shrugging-. Give it to me right-, she points at him. Her cunt is already so wet.

-As I always do-. He grumbles, walking back to the bed, and kneeling on it.

-Come on-, she groans, yearning, smiling.

Aemond grabbed her face, and she grabbed his hips, drawing him closer to her. They take some seconds to stare at each other, breathing fastly, seeing the flames light caressing their different skins, making them look so soft.

-You can take me-. The prince sighs, clenching his teeth-. We are naked, at last. Alone, at last, my lady-. He whispers, squeezing her cheeks with desire.

-And we won't waste it-. She agreed with agitated mumbles, caressing his dick's surface, barely touching it. He groans, feeling his legs trembling for a second-...I love you-, she moaned.

Opening her mouth halfway, Daera pushed herself forward, colliding her lips with Aemond's from one moment to the next, he sighed, frowning, and also moving forward to rubb all of his body with hers, both kneeled in the warm furr bed sheets.

Their foreheads brushed against each other several times due to the abruptness with which they kissed, moving their lips eagerly, savoring even the smallest of them in the midst of loud moans and gasps.

When there are no ears they have to hide from, they find the greatest of joy in screaming her pleasure shamelessly.

Because her eyes were closed, she foolishly approached nearer, but he helped her, also wanting her closer. So he sat in the sheets, and within a second he took her in his hands, easily carrying her until she settled on his lap again, making them moan without breaking the kiss. His cock got extremely warm between her thighs, still not touching much.

Daera was on top of him, and Aemond was below her, both of them constantly moaning. As she noticed they were mostly only using their lips, she smiled in the middle of the kiss and, as he crazily loves, she began to rock her hips into the most perfect circles, rubbing all of her ass and cunt with his thighs and the tip of his cock.

The prince snarled, separating his mouth from hers in a second, clenching his teeth with his eye closed.

-Fu-fuck, Daera!-. He gasps, breathing fastly. His face is so easy to read, she thinks with a proud lusty smile. He loves it when she does this, for its such a brief touch, yet so deep. She bites her lips in a low moan, rubbing even more against his legs, brushing from time to time the marvel that is between them-. That's it, goddess-, he praises.

-Yeah-, Daera sighs, and then bits her lips when he placed his hands on her hips, possesing them from a monent to another, and, beginning to squeeze it all in a provocative way while he looked into her eyes-. How many children will you give me, dear husband?-. She thinly whispers, flinching everytime her cunt suddenly rubs against his cock.

-As many as you want, as many to fill The Red Keep to its last fucking bedroom-. He answered desirely, extended his neck to begin a new kiss, before which she laughed, kissing him back instantly. He grabbed her jaw strongly, stroking it with his thumb, caressing her ass fully with the other hand, constantly pushing her from his lower back, making them both moan.

Daera raised her eyebrows, sighing in surprise when, out of nowhere, he introduced her tongue to the action, prompting hers to join in as well. Thus, they began to play with their starving tongues into a heated game, smiling as they moved their faces from side to side from time to time, not having enough of the other's taste.

Without stopping that, the princess's hands traveled to the prince's crotch, feeling his deep warmness and how hard it is, shaking. Daera groaned sharply, caressing only the tip with pleasure, making circles arouund it with two of her delicate fingers. Aemond grunted so hard in the middle of the kiss, burying his nails in her ass, and flinching on the bed sheets. She laughed of his reaction, loving it.

Oh Daera, you're so fine. His predominant thought.

-Touch me more, doll-. He pleaded, breathless.

-Do you want me to touch you more?-. She mumbles, burlesque, joining another finger to caress his wet cock. Aemond moaned with a smile, thanking her-. So needy, my boy-. She pampers him, amused, hunching her back, and going down to kiss his whole clavicle and neck with a crazy desire. Enchanted by all of her movements, he gasped, closing his eye, feeling his wife's experts tongue and hands.

But then he reproached himself, remembering that is not only him that must have fun.

So, he grunted, not wanting to stay still any longer, and began to run his hands over the princess's naked thighs, moving along them, leaving them hot and eager for more caresses. He reached her ass with both hands, and squeezed it hard with no consideration, clenching his nails in them, and pulling her closer, making her tits to press against his chest.

-My lady-, he purrs above her neck, leaving wet kisses in it.

Daera moaned before the harshness of her husband, loving it, and moaning with a lusty pain. He bit her neck with no mercy, and now she was the one moaning stopless, without stopping caressing his delicious cock, lost in it. Aemond began to suck on her skin, leaving the mark of his teeth in the process on various parts, which he loves to do. Hickeys are not so obvious in her skin, but fuck, bites are.

She kept rocking herself on him, feeling with her fingers how his member was already fully erect, since a long ago to be honest. Aemond bites his lips, pulling her lower back with a hand, and her neck with the other, nearing her abruptly. Their forehead clashed, but neither cared enough, instead moaning with smiles on their faces, breathing fastly.

Daera gasps with her eyes closed and her frown creasing, loving how Aemond's wet lips keep licking and kissing her neck and shoulders, never having enough of their taste. Who can blame him?

-You are making me so fucking wet, Aemond-. She purrs with honesty on his long hair, squeezing it and almost licking it. He humms, hidden in her neck-. Only by leaving, and breathing-, she praised him.

She gasped when she felt movement, and it was that Aemond stood up, from a moment to another, of the bed, with her still on top of him, making her to wrap her legs around his bare torso The prince smirks, letting a lot of air out when feeling her soaked cunt clenching against his abdominal, so much fucking wet, for the gods sake.

Daera ended up seated in the table of the hut. She laughed taking Aemond's face and pulling it to kiss him again, and when doing so, they both sighed for all the pleasure they're feeling.

Kiss each other. Is there be anything better to do in the length of The Seven Kingdoms?

The prince leaned against her, letting her feel his erect crotch against her abdomen, pressing on it. They stare at each other as she caresses his bare back, drawing invisible figures with her fingers, like hearts and stars. Taking air in, the two looked at each other with their rapid breaths, noticing how the other's hair was already really disheveled. Her bun has fell off completely. Daera smirked flirtatiously as she looked at him.

-Do you think she was hot?-, she whispered from one moment to the next. He frowns.

-Who, my love?-. He whispers back, confused.

-The whore of King's Landing that dared to touch you-, she murmured, caressing his clavicle with desire. The prince immediately smiled, feeling his inside fire burning ever warmer before her jealousy.

-No being compares to the beauty of my wife-. He murmurs, praising, as his hands began to climb up her bare waist, caressing her with force, going up, almost reaching her bare breasts. Daera smiles, sucking her lips-. They are all flavourless, but my Daera-, he whispers softly-...The mother of my children-, he dreams.

-Fuck yeah-, she groans, bringing him closer to herself with her feet pushing on his bare ass. The prince grumbles and laughs, resting his forehead against hers.

His wife breathes heavily, motionless, seeing how he stares her from head to toe, taking his prcious time. Her breasts rise and fell with her breathing, while her legs keep pushing against him, clinging to him even more. The prince takes a deep breath as he caress from her thighs to the sides of her breasts, so delicately. With several locks of her white hair interfering in her view, she looks deeply at him, yearning.

-Only my Daera...only her, always-. Aemond whispered, seeing her beautiful brown nipples, caressing them with his thumbs. She moans, biting her lips-...Delightful, she-. He mumbles as if he was thinking, and not speaking out loud.

Aemond began to raise one of his hands, and it ended up on the princess's face, caressing her lips carefully, feeling all the hot air that she breathed, accelerated. He began to lower such hand, lowering it to her neck, pressing it a little while he passed, making her to moan, then he reached her breasts, dedicating himself to caressing both of their nipples for a few seconds again, accelerating her breathing even more. Soon, he reached for her stomach, cupping it with dearness while he hummed. There, he will put their child.

When his hand got centimeters away from her womanhood, the two stared into each other's eyes, noticing how desirous they both looked. She parted her lips with her eyes slightly narrowed, nodding with a pained throat, eager for any further movement.

-Its dripping...for you-. The white-haired princess whispers, caressing one of his strong arms.

He hums, creating a smile, and then he slowly placed a single finger right on her clit, making her sigh quite heavily. He moaned, feeling her warm, wet femininity, not waiting much to cover it more and more with all of his five fingers, just dedicating himself to caressing her subtly, appreciating her as hurriless as possible. But his wife is rarely patience.

-Fucking touch me already, Aemond-. She snarls with obvious derision, licking her teeth. He raised an eyebrow, looking back at her.

-My wild Daera-, he sides a smile, amused, and in that very moment, his five fingers began to move in fluid circles over all of her cunt. The sound and the feeling of it made him to sharply gasp, clinging to one of his shoulders-. Aren't you?-, he asks, bitting his lips.

She groans hoarsely, throwing her head back at the incredible feeling.

-Um?-, he emits with amusement, tilting his head a little as he begins to move her fingers a little quickly, startling her-. Um?-. The one-eyed repeats again, waiting for her to speak.

-I'm yours-. Daera noded, breathless, rocking her hips on the table. She looks down, seeing her cunt literally dripping wetness, and his fingers showering in it-. I am so yours-, she moans, smiling.

-You're so mine-. He agrees, chuckling.

She looks at him again, and when her eyes are on his, he smiles, leaning forward with desperate slowness. While pampering her soaking clit with his master fingers, in a matter of seconds his mouth wrapped one of her brown breasts, making her to instantly moaned as she felt how his firm teeth bit her.

-Oh, Aemond...- she whispers with a smile, raising her hands to caress all of his head and hair. With her ankles she is massaging his buttcheeks, pushing them constantly.

The prince closed his eye, kissing her chest and masturbating her wet crotch, thrusting two fingers inside of her while with her thumb he stimulated her clitoris, making perfect circles around it. Daera began to moan crazily, making competence to the thunders of the storm. She closes and opens her eyes time after time, ecstatic at everything he does to her. The princess is convinced he just has to be the man who fucks the better in all the Seven Kingdoms. And he is just hers. No one elses's.

She frowns as she feels all of the frantic movements inside her dripping hole, and the strong rubbings on her purple clit.

Licking her nipple with pleasure, he smiles when he hears her multiple moans. Aemond put an even greater effort in his movements, pampering her even more. She let out a sharp gasp, moving her hips against the purple-eyed's expert fingers, feeling in heaven thanks to them.

-Do you like it?-. Aemond whispered, separating from her breasts to look into her eyes, although they were closed with pleasure.

-I fucking love it-, she nods instantly, rocking herself against his fingers, letting out another moan out-. Hells!-. Daera cocked her eyebrows satisfactorily, shaking her head. He hums and giggles, admiring her-. Oh husband, husband, fucking shit-. She crooned with an amused laughter, wiggling her hips. Hearing her multiple cursings, he moans, for they always turn him on astronomically.

-I like you-. He murmurs, out of nowhere, moving his thumb quickly against her clit. Daera flinches and jumps on the table. Unable to speak, she nods between shaky laughs, feeling that movement pleasantly-. How do you feel?-. The prince whispers, babbling over her tits.

-Ready!-. She moaned with a smile, to later bite her lips without fading her smirk-. Ready for yoy tou fucking fill me, Aemond-. The princess coos, hugging his face tightly-. I need you inside me-, she pleads, breathing fastly.

When he heard that, Aemond's fingers began to slow down. He downed his gaze to hers, staring at her. There is a sparkle in her eyes that was quite special, unable to be described exactly. He knows that very same spark lays in his unique eye.

She bits her lips, lovingly caressing his chin and then his nose, yearning of him.

-Let us do it...-, she noded, crossing her arms over her husband's shoulders. He breathed deeply, mesmerized, holding her thighs while he picked her up again, holding her butt again to not let her fall, all while they looked at each other.

Both of them moaned, and when he started to walk, the two began to kiss, rejoining their lips in a deep and passionate kiss, savoring every moment of it. Aemond walked slowly, getting away from the table with his wife hanging on his hips, both of them without a single item of clothing. She kissed him slowly while he didn't stop advancing, directing them back to their warm lonely bed.

They both enjoy the other's lips so much, barely taking a breath and just wanting to kiss them again. They just wanted to kiss, to touch, to grow even fonder of each other, but that is literally impossible.

They are one, ever since they mixed their bloods in their sacred wedding.

Daera was softly placed with total care on the bed sheegs, lying completely on it. In those few seconds they had to separate, but she smiled again when Aemond's lips kissed hers again, slouching his back, and tenderly hugging her waist. The sheets are so warm and comfortable, perfect for them and their endless passion.

Without thinking it twice, she parted her legs, and pulled his neck for him to get closer, allowing him to slide between them comfortably without either of them stopping the kiss, which they didn't want to.

The one eyed hummed so deeply, giving stopless caress on her waist and legs as he kisses her. She's wrapping him with such legs, constantly pampering his hips ans tiny waist with her burning hands, squeezing his skin, and leaving it red. He loves that he isn't the only one who does something else besides kissing. She is as devoted to his body as he is with hers.

A few minutes passed, with them eating each other's mouths with varying intensity, sometimes being slow and other times almost desperate, making their breaths quicken as well.

-Daera-. He whispered, breathless, separating from her lips. She bits hers, admiring the beauty above of her-. You will look so good-. Aemond mumbled, and then, he began to get his cock inside of her cunt, sliding into it so easily because of how wet she is.

Both princes whimper and moan, filled with pleassure. She hugged him tighter with her legs, grunting, and he clenched his fists at the sides of her head, breathing heavily right above her mouth. He cursed in High Valyrian, and then sang her name.

He did what they both were so longly waiting for. He began to move his pelvis against hers, starting with a few slow but deep thrusts. She let out all the air he was holding, closing her eyes and resting her head completely on the bed sheets, panting softly.

-Aemond...-, she cries, scratching his back with her ten nails.

-Gods-. His voice trembles, so growly and deep. It echoed in the hut as he hided his face in the curve of her shoulders, kissing the sides of her neck-. Goddess-, he sighs.

She gasps, arching her brows, giving slight nods as he keeps moving in and out of her with incomparable desire, causing her to dig her nails into his back even deeper, hurting him, not holding back any expression of pure pleasure. Aemond, as the soft one he is, is constantly whimpering and whining, everytime louder with every of his thrusts, not believing how soaked she is. She feels so good, she takes him extremely good, all of his length and thickness, every drop of his pre-cum.

-Fill me whole, dearest-. The princess mumbles with ecstasy, feeling his hot breath on her skin.

-You will look so beautiful, pregnant with my children, you will be every maiden's envy, and every knight's dream-. Aemond purrs on her ear, breathless, thrusting on his cunt, making such a exquisite sound-. You already are-, he sighs.

-Give them all to me, I'll carry them so proudly-. Daera whimpers heartily, smiling with no breath, strongly arching her back-. Fuck!-, she suddenly yells when his cock's point began to reach that spot-. Hells, Aemond!-. She shrieks and cries, twitching under him.

-Yes, yes-. His husky voice sings proudly, going as deeper as he could, being so warmly wrapped by her wet insides-. My Daera, come whenever you want, I will do the job for the both of us-. He whispers, agitated, placing his forehead on hers. His wife moans from deep her throat, scratching his back endlessly-. Our children...-, Aemond suddenly dreams, feeling some tears gathering in his eyes.

-You are my god, husband, bloody hells-. With no breath, she praises him, cupping his cheeks with her hands, flinching time after time, for he is hitting her most sensitive spot. She's almost coming, inevitably-. Our children, can you imagine? They'll be so pretty-. Daera babbles nonsenses, closing her silly eyes.

-As their mother-. The one-eyed groans. All of his skin is red, his neck, face, back and arms, for he doesn't stop moving even for a second, highly devoted to make his wife come, to fill her with his seed, and bless her with children.

Ever since the idea crossed their minds, there was no way back. They wanted this. They want them.

Aemond sobbs, closing his fists tightly, putting even more pressure to his mighty cock. After three more thrusts, his wife came to her end, not enduring any more pleassure in her body. Daera moaned shakily, opening her mouth big and clinging strongly to his body as she cummed with the highest of screams, yelling his name outloud, praising him as he so much deserves.

Due to all of her screams, moans, expressions, and her cunt's walls clenching endlessly on his cock, Aemond didn't last too much longer. Soon after her, he cummed as well, at last. The prince groaned so growly, closing his eye strongly and clenching his ass as all of his cum ended inside of her, filling her, as promised.

She cheered breathless, hugging his back as she felt all of the hot liquid damping her walls and insides. It feels so incredible, so complete.

-Oh, I love- fuck, I love you!-. He whispers, all silly, rocking his forehead against hers, whose chest comes up and down fastly, still airless-...My Daera...-, a sobb came out from his lips, and a tear nearly rolled down his eye.

-My love-, she mutters softly, hugging his neck, and pulling him even closer, making his chin to lay in the middle of her breasts.

They will be parents.

Both are so sweaty. Aemond mumbles some silly words, kissing between her breasts, feeling her heart starting to calm down, as well as his.

-Stay inside me-, the princess whispers, caressing his long sweaty mane.

-I didn't even think of getting out-, he confessed in a low whisper, slowly entangling his legs with hers. They both laugh, so tiredly, staring at each other.

His cock stayed deep buried inside of her womanhood, finding so much warmth and comfort in there. All of his cum ended up inside her, as well, and a little of it was dripping, slowly running down his length and her cunt's lips, keeping it humid. The feeling is an unique one, to be honest, and the sight a very explicit one if they happen to look down.

They need no sheet above of them, for they are tucked in by the fireplace's heat, and their very own, which is more than enough to forget about the cold storm of the outside, though they began to hear it again, now that their moans and screams are at an end. The sound of the beach is also at presence now, waving from the distance.

The spouses smile when a thunder strokes near their island, but it didn't startle them. Aemond lays on one of his shoulders, and Daera does the same, never letting go his legs from hers. Her curly white mane falls freely behind her, covering her naked back, and almost reaching her ass. His, all disheveled, lays on his chest, which comes up and down along his breathing.

Daera and Aemond smile at each other, with love, exhausted, yet so alive.

-I will write, so many songs...-his soft voice speaks as one of his hand goes to caress one of her cheeks, feeling it burning-...about you, until I die-. He promised within a whisper.

His wife granted him one of her most beautiful smiles, where her nose scrunched, her eyes wrinkled, her brows went up, and her double chin showed up. He sighed with a silly smirk, mesmerized.

-I shall sing them all-. She whispered, which made him to giggle briefly, beautifully liftings his red cheeks. Daera looked at them with softness, blinking quietly.

She directed one of her hands towards his face and, softly, she touched his empty eye socket, caressing it tenderly with a calmed smile on her lips. He looks at her with so much comfort, not feeling any kind of shame under her gaze. He never has.

-You will be the best mother-. Aemond whispered as he closed his eye, truly confident in his words.

Daera's mind made her think about Laena in that very same same moment. The princess's soft expression flickered a little, for her heart ached when thinking about his gone mom. You will be the best mother, his husband just told her, and when hearing the best mother, who else can she think of, but Laena Velaryon?

She gulps, not wanting to ruin the calmed ambience, not wanting to cry right after having sex. So, in order to comfort herself, she didn't pushed Laena entirely away, but thought of someone close to her that is still in her life. The Queen of All Dragons.

-You know, you've never told me about how was claiming Vhagar-. Daera's voice speaks with curiosity.

Slowly, Aemond opens his eye again, somewhat confused for the sudden question. However, he started to smile, and his gaze gained a special shine. He sees her interested expression, which makes him giggle, blinking a few times.

-Do you really want to know?-. The prince asks.

-Of course, my love!-. She whispers with passion, placing her hands on his bare chest-. You know I no longer have ill feelings about you being her rider-, she softly pointed, smiling.

Aemond hums with a cocky expression, briefly narrowing his eye. He turned to look at the ceiling for a few seconds, widening a smirk on his beautiful lips.

-First flight is always rough-, he mumbles, and she agreed with a funny snort-. But I was decided...that mighty creature had to be my mount. I was mesmerized, by her...ugliness-. He sighs. His wife smirks side ways, just staring at him-. Gods, can you believe that I was already feeling her breathing before even having a sight of her?-, Aemond opens his eye big.

-Did you?-. Daera smiles, slowly cuddling into his chest.

-Yeah yeah yeah, minutes before!-. He nods excited, placing a hand on her lower back to hug her closer to him-. When I first grabbed her ropes, she turned to growl at me, like a waening-. He narrows his eye, remembering.

-You didn't care-, she supposes, burlesque.

-I didn't-, he giggles, making her to laugh funnily-. When I went to hold them again, Vhagar opened her mouth again, and I could see the fire coming from down her throat. Blinding-. The prince whispers his story, remembering it all too well-. I knew that dragons have killed Targaryens along history...-, he whispered. Daera blinked slowly, noding silently-. Nevertheless, wife, I stood my ground, and commanded her to obey...and she obeyed-, he recalls.

Dohāeras, Vhagar! His own voice made echo in his mind. Lykīri! Lykīri...

-I climbed her ropes. My whole body was trembling, I must confess to you alone, my love, but my mind was in the right place, I knew what I was doing. I had read enough of it all-. Aemond speaks confident, in the middle of some laughs, caressing her back as he tells his tale. Daera listens to it with a sweet smile, seeing how bright his eye is shining-. And right when I sat on my saddle, for the first time...fuck-, he sighs with a smile.

-Sovēs, Vhagar [ Fly, Vhagar ]-. She deduced with a bright smile, scrunching her nose.

-You said it-, he side-eyes her with a proud smile, noding. She chuckles, softly caressing his chest-. I...I was frighten-. Aemond sighs, smiling-. I was about to fall like about a thousand times-, he confesses, making her to instantly laugh with susprise, opening her eyes big-. But I didn't, I didn't!-. He laughs as well.

-I can fucking tell-. Daera mocks him. Aemond chuckles from deep his throat, pinching the skin of her back, and looking back to the ceiling again.

-She was the best-. The one-eyed whispers-. Vhagar showed me all of Driftmark's skies, flew me above all of it's sea. She was growling, she was flapping, she was...-. The prince cuts his word for a moment, sucking one of his lips under the gaze of his wife-...she was my dragon-. He sighed, emotional.

Daera smiles warmly, curving her brows with honest sweetness. She's picturing it all in her mind, remembering how adorable Aemond was as a child. He's talking with such happiness and passion, everytime bigger.

-And when I realized it, I was the happiest kid alive, I swear-. Aemond chuckles, lifting his cheeks-. When the nerves finally passed, I had so much fun. The height, the wind, the seagulls, all of them with me up there. It was so fucking amazing-. He closed his eye strongly, cursing with joy and pride-. She took me so high I thought we were going to the moon!-, he excitedly confesses, turning to look at her.

-And did you?!-. She asks with fake surprise, smiling big.

-We did!-, he answered the same way, opening his eye big.

The spouses burst out laughing with amusement and fun, staring at each other with their nose scrunched as they chukled. Daera punched his chest and he pinched her butt, making her to laugh louder.

When their laughs started to calm down, Aemond sighed with a huge smile, having his cheeks red. He stared at the ceiling, licking his lips, and then at his wife again, with a deep love gliming on his eye.

-What?-, she asks with a funny smile, batting her lashes.

-Hmm-. He makes a soft pout with his lips-. I had never tell the story out loud-. The prince admits, slightly lifting his brows. She did so as well, honestly surprised-. You keep surprising me, every day...Even after all this time, you do-. Aemond whispers, sweetly, caressing her back.

The brown-skinned princess softens her expressions, smiling tenderly at him, with that same love in the eyes.

-You do the very same, sweetling-. She sincerely whispered-. My husband is one of the greatest dragonriders out there-. The princess mumbles proudly, making him to warmly smile, closing his lips-. I don't know how things would be, nowdays, if you had never claimed Vhagar...but I so much thank she is in such good hands-. Daera confesses, heartily, caressing his chest.

Aemond shivered, slowly fading away his smile. Those words meant so much to him, remembering that Vhagar was her mother's dragon. Her sisters hate him for it, her whole family does, but the fact that she is proud of it, doesn't have a price.

-You honor me, Daera-. The prince speaks firmly, yet softly, raising his brows-. I love my dragon, and I know she loves me back-, he affirms confidently. His wife smirks silently, nodding-. I...I remember, one time long ago, when I was still getting used to wearing my sapphire, my wound was itching so much it hurted-. He recalls with a low voice-. I was arriving from a flight, and I couldn't take it for too much and, when I finally scratched it...it started bleeding, and it hurted like the Seven Hells-. The prince sighed, remembering.

The princess curved her brows, feeling his pain. She started to caress his wound again, and he kissed her wrisg while sighing, speaking again.

-And when I cried...Vhagar did too-. He smiles, blinking calmly. Daera sighs through her nose, having experienced the wonders of that bonding too. She smirks sadly, feeling some light tears coming up to her eyes-. She roared so loudly, like she was the one left-eye-less. It felt so good, Daera, to not be alone in that pain-. Aemond confesses with a warm sadness, narrowing his eye-. Can you understand it?-, he asks.

-Of course I do, loveliest-. She softly whispers, remembering all the times that Kalistrox grieved and mourned with her, day and night, when Laena died.

-Hmm, when I arrived home, my mother went insane-. Aemond remembers with a light huff, smiling-. She called all the maesters of the castle and beyond. She was speaking so fast that, for a moment, I had thought mom took lessons of High Valyrian-. He jokes, and they both laugh funnily.

Aemond smiles warmly, recalling how Alicent comforted him that day after her repproaches ended. She doesn't know how to cook, at all, but she had the cooks of the castle to bake him something tasty and sweet. She dined with him, skipping her usual supper with The Lord Confessor, Larys Strong, and then he slept in her chambers that night, as he constantly used to do when he was a kid. Thanks to getting used to Alicent's loud snores, he can easily fall asleep even with noise around.

Daera also thought about her mother during the silent that grew between them, but she really didn't want to, for she knew she would end up crying, and she's just too tired already for that.

Thank the gods, Aemond spoke again.

-Well, I already know your story of claiming Kalistrox-. He mumbles funnily, softly caressing her back. Daera immediately smiles.

-Ah, my golden sweetheart-. She sighs, in love. He giggles, resting the back of his head on the bed sheets-. The night before he was delivered to Pentos, I read all the books that would mention him in their pages-. The princess narrows her eyes, remembering, and her husband hums, caressing her back-...The Golden Ray...-, she whispers.

-Named after our Valyrian god, Kalistrox-. Aemond murmurs softly, looking at her sideways-. God of nobility, warfare, the sun and the flames-, he whispers. His wife chuckles, looking at the ceiling, seeming so proud.

-His egg hatched six and thirty years before his siblings's, Sunfyre and Dreamfyre-. Daera narrates with an admiring tone-. Mounted by the younger son of Aenys, Rhaego The Dreamer, and then by his son, for a short time, Aemys, until he died at a young age due a strange illness on his poor mind-. The princess quotes history, and the prince gladly listens to her, for he loves her voice, and the smartness that speaks within it-. After Aemys died, Kalistrox nested in Dragonstone, riderless, for years and years...until King Viserys demanded for him to be brought to me-. Then, she smiles, with her eyes glimming-. Kalistrox was kept in the pit, in King's Landing, during two moons, for the dragonkeepers to tame him enough to fly him to Pentos-, she remembers.

-May I ask...-Aemond breathes in, turning to look at her-, why did your parents chose a wild dragon for you, and not one straight from the bunch in The Dragonpit?-. He questions, curious. The princess smirks tinyly, tilting her head-. Were they not scared that he could hurt you? Perhaps I did claimed the largest dragon in the world, but if my mother had known of my plans, she wouldn't even have taken me to Driftmark in the first place-. He mumbles, briefly snorting.

-My father chose The Golden Ray for me, and my mother supported that decision-. Daera answers, feeling his soft caressings on her back, and the tiny touches he sometimes would give to her tits-. Our first daughter will not mount some closeted dragon-. She quoted her parents with a funny tone, cutely scrunching her nose. Aemond laughed closing his eye, and she did as well, licking her lips-. They are the fiercest dragonriders I know...of course I trusted them-, she whispers, sweetly.

-Hmm-. The One-Eyed Prince nods, actually admiring the decisions of her parents, and their mutual trusts. Again, Alicent would have never let him near Vhagar if he hadn't sneak out. Thank the gods he did.

After sighing through her nose, Daera forms a wide and dreamy smile on her lips, remembering something else. He smiles when looking at such precious face.

-Many history books tell that Kalistrox was born in the sun, did you know?-. The princess whispered in wonder, narrowing her eyes. Her husband nods with tenderness, having heard the tale before-. That his fire comes straight from it, hence why his is the hottest out all the other dragons's fire-. She smiles, thinking about her golden dragon and his boiling breath.

-A fascinating tale, indeed, one that I do not wish to test-. Aemond mumbled, and the both laughed with amusement, chuckling lowly. He sighs calmly, caressing her curly hair, sometimes feeling the strand of his mane she has braided in it-...So your egg never hatched-, he points with a soft tone, blinking.

-No-. Her whisper was as soft as his, with no shame-. When it became obvious that it wasn't going to hatch anytime soon, my dad immediately took action-. She whispers, drawing a quiet smile-. Out of the three, only Baela's egg hatched...-, she pointed.

-It is said, constantly, that after The Doom of Valyria, nothing ever was like it used to...much less the dragons-. The prince says with a melancholic voice, blinkless. She hums lowly, agreeing, giving soft caress on his thigh and butt, pampering his skin.

-The egg in my cradle was red-. Daera remembers, giggling a little-...What color was yours? I've never asked-. She smiles curiously, turning to look at him.

Aemond turns his head as well, softly. He stares at her beautiful, telling, purple eyes. He smiles, slowly, not drawing his gaze away from them.

-Purple...-, the prince tenderly answered.

-Ah!-. She immediately laughs, scrunching her nose. He chuckles as well, pulling her lower back lightly-. Perfectly fitting for a Targaryen-. She speaks with sweetness, raising her brows.

-I used to agree, but it was never meant to be, it appears-. Aemond whispers, sighing with a bit of resentment. The princess sides a kind and pity smirk, nodding.

-How would you have named it?-. Daera softly asks, interested, starting to caress one of his cheek. Aemond blinks, thoughtful, and then he huffed briefly.

-I always had the name Alyssa in mind, I must confess-. He recalls.

-Alyssa!-. His wife raises her brows, smiling-. That's a person's name, though-. She narrowed her eyes, amused-. Alyssa was the mother of our fathers...-, she whispered, thinking about the grandmother they never got to meet.

-Matters don't to me, I liked it-. He huffed, making her to laugh-. Any ways, I don't even know where that egg ended up after I claimed my dragon. I'm glad, I hated it-. He grumbles, rolling his eye.

-Aemond!-. Daera laughs, funnily punching his chest. The prince smiles cockily, sucking on his cheeks while looking at her. A beautiful smile rests on her lips, staying in them for some silent seconds-. Who knows? Perhaps...perhaps we could name our daughter Alyssa-. She mumbles, shrugging.

Aemond immediately smiles, feeling his heart giving a warm twirl.

-Daughter-, he repeats, dreamy-. Is that what you wish, wife, a girl of our own?-. He asks curious, caressing her lower back.

-I could not care less-, she instantly laughs-. A boy, a girl. We'll have both of them, either ways-. Daera smirks, caressing his cheeks.

-We agree, my love-. Aemond smiles-. Hm, but I suppose you're right. We could name her that-. He whispers, pulling her closer-. Alyssa Targaryen-, he dreamed.

-Our girl-. Daera whispered, and within a second she leaned front to kiss his lips, taking them by surprise with her warm touch.

And, for the second time in the evening, they burned their bodies with passion. Oh, how will they ever get tired of making love?

This time, she leaded most of the movements, after climbing up to the top of him. Aemond took seat on the bed sheets, leaning his back against the wall of the fireplace, from where their painting was witness of all of their moans and cries. Daera sat on his lap, and placed her knees on the floor, taking impulse in them to move and rock herself above of him.

The rain and thunders of the storm were left in the background, again, when their voices began to fill the air, with yearning, lust and love.

He drew his hands all around her body, cupped her breasts and licked her neck and jawline. Daera took care that his cock was ready to receive her again. With a hand, she softly squeezed his balls and bounced them, and with the other she stroked the base of his cock, gripping it with no harm. His erection came to life within some seconds, like magic, and the sound of her praisings to him helped a lot in that.

As almost always, Aemond cried, whispering to her ears how much he desires her, how much he loves her, and how little he can't wait to see her all round and big, carrying his seed, their child. Daera herself couldn't hold some sobbs either, overwhelmed in the best of ways by the endless dearness of his words, the exhorbitant passion of his touches, the pureness of his wishes.

Daera rode him, as the dragon he is. She didn't need him to lay on the bed, she rode him in that very same position, sitting, bouncing on her knees and, by extension, jumping on his pleading dick, giving him all of what he desired, and beyond. She gives much and more, my Daera.

While being ridden, he would grabb as much skin of hers as possible. He squeezed her ass, scratched her back and spanked her thighs, groaning and grumbling, having his neck and chest all red. Sometimes he sincerely swears he's about to faint out of pleassure, but he would never do that to his love, ever. She whispered to him the lustiest of Valyrian words, enchanting his ears, and disheveled all of his mane into her fingers and mouth, for she would kiss his hair constantly.

Daera took all of his cum, again, inside of her, moaning so loudly without stopping her jumps over him. Aemond cried tears of lust with a smile on his lips, twitching endlessly under her, like an animal lit in fire. He whined so sharply, praising her. He didn't want a single drop of his cum to be wasted, so every rebel drop he returned it back to her cunt with his fingers, thrusting them inside of her, creating such an grotesque and slushy sound they both loved.

Aemond made her cum with his bare fingers, an only hand, for he knows so well what drives her insane. She likes her clit to be pinched harshly, and his fingertips to go around her hole and then suddenly thrust into it without notice. His wife loves it when he curls those fingers inside of her, when he shapes them like a hook and move them so deeply and slowly, touching every inch of her, wetting her more with every passing second. She likes to hear him saying she is a goddes, and to listen his surprised growly whines everytime she clenches her walls against his fingers.

They ended up all sweaty, again, breathing heavily against the mouth of the other. She was sit above of him, and he with his back still resting on the wall, feeling the near fireplace's heat. They're so thirsty.

Breathing fast, Daera looks down, and Aemond does so as well. Both of them stared at her cunt, which is dripping endless white drops of his cunt mixed with her own fluids. The one-eyed bit his lips with a moan, loving the view.

-I'll clean you, with my mouth-. He proposed, breathless.

-Yeah, oh yeah yeah, I'd love that-. She nodded with her brows furrowed. Then she bit her lips, bemused by how much cum she truly is dripping-. Fuck...there goes Alyssa and like two hundred kids more-, Daera sighed.

Aemond opened his eye big, instantly breaking out with laughs. Daera copied him, showing all of her teeth and chuckling amusedly with him, blinkless. He sighed in the middle of his laughs, shaking his head, and getting his mouth ready.

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Once, princess Daera lived in Pentos. We are not talking about the full month she spent with her husband, during their Seventh Heaven. We are, actually, talking about way way back. Many years ago, in fact.

When her family used to be hosted by the discreet Syrilia Mopatis and her crew, in one of her huge manors. In those days, she had the privilege or having a whole family of Targaryens under her roof.

So, we are back in time, to these distant days...

Even though the hour is late, there are some candles still lighted, but just in one place. Princess Daera's chambers.

Our brave girl is on her bed, with her legs crossed, and a huge book opened in them. Her hair is perfectly combed into a delicate bun, her back is all slouched, and her purple eyes nailed in said book, never drawing her gaze away from it.

Daera is five years old, still some moons away from turning six.

She's mumbling all the words she is reading, barely taking air while she does so, too concentrated in the book. The princess is vividly fighting against how sleepy she is, ignoring it fully, and instead reading even faster. Her mumbles are silly, low and swift.

The doors open from a moment to another. Daera doesn't moves an inch, keeping her head buried in the book. She didn't need to look, to know whose breathing just entered the room.

Laena Velaryon walked inside. Even though the lateness of the night, she's not wearing her night garments, but a beautiful brown shiny dress that clings to her small waist and flat abdomen, showing off her shoulders and clavicle, in addition to the beautiful golden necklace that her neck wears.

Lady Laena just returned from a lovely party she and her husband were invited to by their kind host, Syrilia. They had a decent time with the different people of the party, but they surely had a better time afterwards, for they went to fly with their dragons and, after that, they shared a romantic moment on Caraxes's back.

-Gods...-, Laena complaints of her shoes, taking them off as she closes the door behind her.

As soon as they returned to the manor, she and her husband went to check their daughters. Daemon had gone to check on the littles Baela and Rhaena. Meanwhile, Laena had come to see-

-Daera!-, she gasps with reproachment, surprised. Her older daughter immediately gasped, drawing her eyes away of the book, and opening them wide when seeing her-. What are you doing still awake?!-, she represses, fastly walking towards the bed, barefoot.

-Praying-, her innocent voice answered.

Laena tsked her tongue, watching her with her brows furrowed. Daera blinked, shamelessly, not even hiding the book on her legs. Laena took it from her with delicacy, tilting her head to read what it says. Then, she found out her daughter was so deeply reading about her upcoming dragon, The Golden Ray.

The woman's factions softened at that moment, and she sighed tiredly, uppering her eyes to hers.

-Tomorrow is an important day, mom-. Daera immediately justified herself, raising her brows-. I want to be ready, really ready!-. She raises her hands, planning on taking the book back.

-Uh uh uh-. Laena shakes her head, drawing it away from her, and placing it on her night table. The child tsks her tongue, stressed like a bloody adult. Her mother huffs with a soft expression, walking back to the bed again-. The Golden Ray will ask you no question about his long life, Daera-. She speaks with a sided smile, tilting her head-. The less you know, the better-. She raises her brows.

-But father says that...!-

-Valyrian lessons are not the same thing as a dragon-. Laena interrupted her with softness, raising her brows again.

Daera shushed, slouching her shoulder even more, and looking down with tiredness and discomfort. Her mother watches her for a few silent seconds, moved by her enthusiasm, but also not wanting her to push herself too much.

-A dragon sees into your heart, not your mind, sweetling-. Laena tenderly speaks, beginning to climb into the bed with her. Daera's eyes look at her again as she crosses her legs under her brown beautiful dress. The lady tilts her head, smiling at her-. They look for the sound of a heartbeat, not that of some historic boring words-, she scrunches her nose and pulls a face with her lips.

Daera couldn't help herself, but to laugh a little, biting the inside of her cheeks. Laena smirks when seeing her doing so. She sighs, resting her hands on the bed, and then furrows her brows when noticing something on it.

-Lady Daera, how many times must I told you to not sneak into my wardrobe?-. She asks with her brows up, taking a corset of her own that somehow ended up in her bed. Daera just shrugges, confident-. You're not a woman yet, miss, keep it slow-. Laena huffs, putting the corset back in the mattress.

Daera sighs through her nose, glancing at the burning candles of her room. She remembers how she read that, out of all the dragons alive, The Golden Ray breathes the hottest fire of them all. The girl emits a low sound of doubt, looking back at her mom.

-Did Vhagar listen to your heart, mother?-. She questions with curiosity, tilting her head. Laena does the same, biting her inferior lip for a second.

-From the very first moment, she did. And ever since, our hearts always beat at the same rhythm-. She answers, proudly and softly.

-How did you do that?-, the child instantly asks another question.

Laena furrows her lips into a lovingly smirk, knowing perfectly how curious her firstborn is. She approached closer to her in the bed, making their crossed knees to touch each other. Daera blinks purely, with a small smile, staring at the blinding warm beauty of her mother from up close.

-You will approach him slowly, to not startle him. You must do it with respect, not fear-. Laena speaks to her with the sweetests of murmurs, characteristics of her-. You are going to lock your eyes with his...-, she leans her head front, nearing to her daughter. Daera chuckles softly, leaning her head too, staring at her lovely eyes-. You will see The Old Valyria in them, and all of its glory, along our ancestors, and our gods-. Laena whispers with her nose lightly scrunched. Their foreheads tenderly touched, both of them warm-. Your heart will start to beat so slowly, and soon, you will hear a new one, in your ears-. She says, and her daughter nearly gasped, surprised-. You'll ask for his permission for you to mount him, and when you do...there's no way back!!-. Laena roared, suddenly starting to tickle her.

-Mom!-. Daera immediately shrieks, twitching and laughing endlessly under the fingers of her mother, who chuckles mischievously, tickling her little ribs and neck-. Stop, stop!-. The girl laughs.

Mother and daughter fall laying on the bed, giggling and getting back their breathing after Laena finally let her free. Daera keeps laughing, staring at the ceiling, while Laena keeps staring at her with the warmest of smiles, loving to see her happiness.

Daera sighs, turning her head to look back at her. Automatically, she smiles again, chuckling beautifully when seeing so much love in her mother's eyes.

-The magic of bonding with a dragon is amazing, sweetling-. Laena confesses with a tender honesty, thinking about her Vhagar, and how much she loves her-. Once you are bonded, he won't accept anyone else but you-. She raises her brows, making her girl to smile dreamy, blinkless-. He'll always protect you, love you, and-

-Will I be able to talk to him?-. Daera asks, hopeful, thinking of all the times she has seen Laena having conversations with Vhagar as if she was a person.

-About everything you want to, my girl-. Laena smiles, tenderly caressing her forehead. The girl cheers, clapping happily-. He will be your best friend-, she says, excited.

-I already have a best friend, mother-. Daera chuckles, turning to look at her-. You!-. She pointed. Laena smiled shakily, sighing through her nose while feeling her heart melting-. Oh, I can't wait to be like that...-, the child whispers, almost to herself only.

-Like what, sweet girl?-. She asks softly, caressing her mane. Her daughter looks at her as if she is a wonder.

-Like you-. Daera answered, so pure and honest, truly wishing to be as brave and lovely as her mother, one day.

Laena's whole face dyed with a lovingly surprise, going speechless before her daughter's tender praising. Her beautiful face lights up even more than before when she laughs, scrunching her nose, and pulling her girl closer.

Daera closed her eyes when receiving a bunch of kisses from her mother all around her face. The girl chuckles funnily, looking at her again when she placed a last kiss, caressing the back of her head.

-You already are, my sweet Daera-. Laena whispered tenderly. Daera closes a smile, believing her words, and sighing with confidence-. You will do so great. And tomorrow, you'll see that, after lunch, you will be with your father and I, soaring in the skies-. She says proudly and confident, shaking her head.

Daera started to laugh again, now out of excitement. There are no longer nerves on her. The girl meets her forehead again with her mother's, staring at her. Laena keeps caressing her hair, smiling at her with love, and dearness.

-Ao issi nykeā zaldrīzes... [ You're a dragon... ]-. Softly, Laena whispered to her.

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We are back to our time, now. We're far away from Pentos, again, and back to our island, our secret island.

Vhagar and Kalistrox had gone out to hunt in their usual places, to calm their voracious appetites. At this hour of the night, the rain had already ceased, so the dragons left with ease and calmness after feeling that their riders fell asleep.

The candles inside the hut had ben put out long ago, and the fireplace now burns lower than before, still keeping the ambience warm, but everything is mostly dark again, perfect for the spouses to sleep problemless.

Aemond is placidly sleeping in the bed, under three layers of furr sheets, only wearing the trousers of his night garments, thus his chest and arms are clotheless. The prince breathes calmly in the deepness of his good sleep.

That, until a sound reached his ears. Along that, his heart also gave a brief weird twirl, which made him to start to wake up, slowly opening his only eye. Aemond humms growly and silly, hearing that sound again. For a second, he thinks it might be the rain, but soon he realized its not raining anymore.

A hand of his reached to his side on the bed, finding an empty spot, and not his wife. He also realized the sudden coldness on his chest, for she isn't sleeping in there either anymore. He gives a big blink, frozen.

Then, he hears that sound again. Sobs.

Aemond gasps, sitting within a second. His eye automatically traveled to the other corner of the hut, where his gaze found Daera, seated on the floor, hided between her knees, and crying as silently as possible.

The One-Eyed Prince's heart stopped at that very moment. He gasps again, throwing away all the bed sheets, and immediately standing up to run towards her, breathing fastly.

When hearing those quick steps, she looks up, revealing her irritated eyes and all the tears she was crying.

-Daera-, he whispers, quickly kneeling in the floor, in front of her.

-Oh fuck, I woke you up!-. She rolls her eyes and tsks her tongue, looking away. Her voice is broken.

-Daera-. Aemond grabs her shoulders, with his eye big open and his cheeks red, breathing fast-. What happened? Does something hurt? Do you feel alright?-. He speaks fastly and shakily, deeply worried.

His wife, who is dressed in a night clothe of him, a brown long shirt, tsks her tongue again, closing her eyed with shame, and shaking her head from side to side. Aemond feels his heart beating poundly, desperately waiting for an answer.

-I...-she sobs, ashamed-...I miss my mom-. The princess then, whispered, weakly.

Aemond opened his lips, feeling his heart in pain when he understood the cause of her crying. He sighs, trembling, planning to talk, but she did it first.

-Everybody says I'm a good woman, everybody says I'd make a good mother-. Her voice speaks thinly, broken, shakily, and her eyes move around the surroundings with pain-. But my mother was both, and yet...and yet destiny took her anyways!-. She roars, furrowing her brows-. What if- what if...what if I don't know how to do it?-. Daera weakly whispers, shrugging.

Aemond tinyly sobs, bemused, starting to shake his head, and to caress one of her wet cheeks. She whimpers against it, feeling her chest so heavy.

-What if I am not as good as my mom was?-. The princess whispers, narrowing her irritated eyes. He gulps, shaking his head-. Vaemond told me she would be so disappointed of me if she was still alive. What if my uncle was right? He knew her longer than me... What if I really don't turn out to be as great as Laena with- with our children, with the children I love?-. Daera asks, hurted and lost, feeling her throat aching.

In that moment, Aemond felt an immeasurable desire of making Vaemond Velaryon to pay for making his wife to feel this way. Doubting of herself, Daera?

-My love-, he begins to softly talk.

-Wait, shut up, I'm not done yet-. Her crying voice interrupted him. He just nods, allowing her to continue. She sobs shakily, looking at him-. When I attended Rhaenyra when she gave birth, and I delivered Aegon and Viserys to this world, I felt...hope-. She gulps, narrowing her eyes-. Hope in more siblings, hope in children of my own! But...is hope enough, really? What if I don't really have what- what it takes?-. The princess whispers, calming her breathing a little.

Her husband looks at her with light tears on his shiny eye, and his lips slightly opened, bemused. She sobs, looking back at him with tiredness, and shame.

-Do you...do you think I have what it takes?-. Daera asks, weakly.

He blinks, unbelieving, slowly siding a tiny smirk of shock in his lips. This must be a joke, he thinks.

-You imbecile-. Aemond scoffs a brief laugh, shaking his head. Daera raises her brows, gulping-. My love, what's so wonderful about you is that you always give more than what it takes-. He hisses, narrowing her obly eye-. You give much and more, my Daera-. A tender whisper left his lips, making hers to tremble, and her throat to whine-. There is no more reckless, brave, strong and determined woman than you in the wholeness of The Seven Kingdoms-. He states, with passion and confidence.

-But what happens if...?-

-Shut up, I'm not done yet-. He interrupted her the same way she did before. Fair. Daera sighed shakily, noding. Aemond raises his hands, cupping her cheeks in them, feeling her hot tears-. I grew up without a father. If someone should be doubting of themself...its me-. He whispered lowly, briefly glancing at the floor.

-No, no you shouldn't-. She instantly cooes, curving her brows-. You are the best uncle, the best godsfather!-. Daera says with no doubt, with her trembling voice-. Hence, you'll make the best father!-, she promises heartily.

-Then by that logic, you are the best aunt, godsmother, sister...and wife-. Aemond whispers softly, closing his lips for a brief second, staring right at her eyes, both full of tears-...And you'll be the best mother, I know it-. He grabbed her hands, caressing her fingers. His wife whimpers, jumping a little in the middle of her cry-. You'll be, by nature. For you are strong, and a fighter-. Aemond tilts his head, always looking at her as he so lovingly speaks-. I won't allow that The Seven take your life in the name of a pregnancy, Daera Targaryen is more than that-. He insists, raising her brows.

The princess's lips tremble as she sobs again, tensing her shoulders.

-My mother was more than that too!-, she weakly cries, hiding one side of her face with a hand. Aemond opened his eye big, nearly gasping. He knows he is not the best comforter, but he has to keep trying, for her.

-My love, my love, I am so sorry-. Aemond quickly whispered, pulling her close to him, and making her to rest her forehead on his chest. Daera cries from deep her throat in there, feeling his arms hugging her tightly, letting her know he is right here to take all of her tears-. I didn't want it to come out like that, I'm so sorry-. He sighs. She sobs, feeling his true intention of consoling her-. The...the gods were cruel when they took Laena and your sibling to be, they have no excuse for that doing-. Aemond denies, caressing her hair-. I just meant that...that it won't happen again, not to you. You won't allow it, neither will I, and...and neither will Laena-, he mumbled, kissing her head.

Daera let out a broken laugh she couldn't hold, loving the idea of her dear mom protecting her from wherever place she is in.

-She would be highly proud of you, Daera...-. Aemond whispered as he caress her hair, wanting to fade away any lie Vaemond said to her.

Daera sniffs her nose, separating from his chest. They stare at each other, both with tears on their cheeks. She gulps lightly, slowly tilting her head.

-Are you proud of me?-. She felt the need of asking, even though how stupid it sounder for her.

But, for Aemond, that was the sweetest question. He melted right there, letting a lot of air out his mouth. He pulls her closer again, placing his lips on her nose.

-In everyday-. He whispers-, in every moon-. He kisses her forehead-. In every storm, and in every sun-. He kisses both of her cheeks, cleaning away some of her tears-...I am proud of you, and of all your being-. Aemond said with no doubt, murmuring over her mouth. She blinks, speechless-. I am in love with you, Daera, and I'll be until the last of my breaths-, he muttered.

Daera shivers, forming a weak lovingly smile. She sniffs her nose, and caress his jawline, so sweetly. He stares at her, deeply in love, sad because of her sadness, opening his lips.

-You know...-, the prince whispers, caressing her cheeks-. I would never judge you, if you were to decide to take a Moon Tea, my love-. He confidently mumbles. She blinks bigly, feeling a sudden surprise-. There's one I left ready, the last time we were here. It has cinnamon, as you like. If you wish, I can go out and boil it in my dragon's fire, as it is better to be boiled-. Aemond says, softly, pampering her skin. The princess, out of pure instinct, headed her hands to her belly, gulping-. If you are not ready...I'm your servant-. He muttered, ready to go for the tea.

-No-. She immediately denied with her weak voice. He looks at her, realizing that she has her hands in her belly, caressing it. Aemond blinks bigly, staring back at her face-. I won't do that to Alyssa-. The princess tenderly whispers, drawing a tired smile.

Aemond's eye shined, and he couldn't help it but to laugh for a moment, excited, and somewhat relieved. Daera chuckles, tired, closing her eyes and leaning her forehead until touching his.

The prince humms lowly, taking his hands to her belly, and caressing it to. The princess smiles before his warm touch. She may be totally insane, but she already feels a creature lays within her. He may be crazier, because he feels the same.

-I love you-, prince Aemond softly whispered, to his wife.

-I love you too-, princess Daera muttered with dearness, to her husband.

Aemond looks at her from the short distance, glancing at her tears and hearing her sniffing nose.

-Do you know...that you can talk to Laena?-. He asks with a low whisper. The princess blinks and gulps, confused-. With praying-, he clarifies, humbly.

Daera sighs through her nose, closing her eyes, and moving her forehead against his when shaking her head.

-I do not pray, husband-. She sincerely answered. He hums, still caressing her belly, having expected that answer from her, for he knows she does not believes in The Seven, as he does-...And who do you talk to, when you pray?-. Daera asks, tiredly, but interested.

-With no one I've known-, he confesses-. I have never lost someone important to me. So, when I pray, I ask the gods for health and wealth to the ones I love, and I thank for having them as well-. Aemond murmurs with dearness, looking at her right eye only.

-Hm-, she draws a tiny smile, feeling tears gathering in her eyes again-. So that is...that is what you and Alicent pray about when you join her to The Septon?-, Daera asks, honestly moved.

-Yes-. Aemond smirks for a brief second-. I know how comfort she feels in that place...It gladdens me to accompany her-. He whispers.

Daera smiles, tearfully, gulping strongly, and feeling how tears started to fall again down her cheeks.

-You're so good to your mother-. She thinly whispers, curving her brows, seeing Laena in her mind.

-...I love her-, he calmly nods, endlessly thanking to have his mom with him, alive.

Aemond sees her trembling lips. He knows what that means. He pulled her closer again, and within a second Daera broke out in a deep cry again against his chest, crying because of her mother. Doubtessly, he comforted her, rocking her into his arms, and placing sweet kisses to her burning face.

Remember this night...

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Some hours passed, hence a new morning is starting to rise, almost.

The sky is barely beginning to get clear, for the sun is barely starting to arrive. A sidee of the sky is of a light blue, and the other one is still dark and with a few stars. The rain of last night left a calm blue sea and a cold breeze blowing in the air around the silent and calmed island.

The dragons are starting to awake as well, for they know their riders ought to arrive early back to the capital. So, with no shame, Kalistrox yawns hugely, letting out a sharp and loud shriek. Vhagar does exactly the same, also growling and flapping her wings a little, lifting sand in the air.

That sand crashed against the hut.

Within a few minutes, the door of the hut is abruptly opened by a single kick, from Daera. She and Aemond faced the outside with exhaudted and sleepy faces. They have the bed sheets all marked in their skin, and their clotes are all wrinkled and badly placed.

-Fuck-. The prince mumbles with his eye closed.

-We already heard you, neighbors, thank you!-. Daera yells to the dragons, all raspy. They hear them roaring from their places, cockily.

The spouses sigh, turning around and walking into the hut again, closing the door. Despite their sleepless, they smiled to each other, tired, but lovingly.

-Good morrow-, she whispers, walking to him.

-Good morrow, princess-, he sighs, cupping her face.

They slept, perhaps, five- four hours?

-Do you feel better, my love?-. Aemond sweetly asks, caressing her cheeks. She smiles, remembering all of his sweetness last night, when he comforted her.

-I very much do, my dear-. Daera answers funnily, caressing his little waist. He chuckles, suddenly bending on his knees, and facing her belly.

-And how are you?-, Aemond whispers dearly, placing a kiss in there.

-Hey, that joke is mine!-. The princess laughs, caressing his head with dearness. Her husband laughs, remembering all the times she used to that when Helaena was pregnant with the twins.

-Alright-. Aemond growls, palming her thighs and standing up again, returning to his tallness, making her to lift her head a little-. What must a husband cook to his wife, as her breakfast?-. He funnily mumbles, biting his lips, and caressing her hips.

-Ohh, how I wish-. Daera tsked her tongue, closing her eyes.

-I won't accept a no, you'll be eating for two now, remember?-. Aemond immediately reproached, raising his brows.

-Yes, yes, I know!-. She complains, unable to not laugh-. But...fuck, remember what day today is, Aemond-. The princess sighs heavily, caressing his arms. He bit his cheeks, thinking about the Driftwood throne claim-. I must return as soon as possible to The Keep. I have things to attend to before the hearing-. She mumbles, pulling a face.

-Sure, sure.-Aemond nods, disappointed, caressing her hips slowly-. I shall leave an hour after you-. He planned.

-Perfect-, she nods.

They both nod, silent, staring at each other. Within some seconds, the both of them started to lift naughtly smiles on their lips, thinking the same.

Aemond raises his brows, and Vhagar roars from the distance.

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Kalistrox roars as he fastly flaps his wings, flying freely in the skies. Daera, mounted on his back, laughed cheerfully, receiving all of the cold wind in her face and body.

The princess looks up when, above of them, Vhaga flies as she soars with her huge winds. All powerful, wrinkly, and green. And, on her back, Aemond smiles as he bounces on his saddle, pulling her ropes.

The One-Eyed Prince turns his head, and he shared a vivid smile with The Rogue Princess, while their dragons roar and flap from one side to another in the cleared sky, hearing their riders constantly giggling.

It has become a long time tradition for them to always fly together in their dragons before having to leave Lovers Island. Sharing the skies is always so intimate, funny, and uplifting for them.

Kalistrox shrieks easily as he flies right above of the sea, with the scales of his golden big chest caressing the cold waters. He roars when feeling how his rider started to move on her saddle, chuckling cockily.

From the height, Aemond laughs when he sees Daera carefully standing up from her saddle. He cackles louder when she literally jumped off her dragon, from a safe distance of course, and landed beautifully in the sea, close enough to the shores.

Aemond giggles, admiring the bravery of his dear wife.

Very familiar with her wildness, Kalistrox roared and lifted up his enormous body again, quickly flapping towards the high sky. Vhagar instantly followed him with a loud shriek, racing him to the clouds, motivated by her rider's loud commandings of going faster.

He laughed, getting lost in the clouds with both dragons.

Meanwhile, Daera swam freely in the ocean, feeling the salty water cupping all of her body lovingly. She giggles, hearing her dragon's far shrieks of fun, and Aemond's laugh echoing in the clouds.

When she reached near the shore, she stood calmly, letting the serene waves to caress her hips, rocking her softly. The princess tenderly caress her flat belly, and smirked when thinking of who will soon lay inside of it.

Minutes later, the dragons came out from the clouds again, now calmer than before. When seeing Vhagar heading to land back in the island, Daera begins to walk to the shores, having a beautiful smile on her wet face.

After he landed, and his dragon immediately went back to fly with hers, Aemond walks towards his wife with the most warm gaze, staring at her soaked body walking to him with a pure smile.

-My dear wife, look how wet you got-. He sighs tiredly, cupping her waist, and feeling the sea drops in them-. Now you'll have to change again-, he glances at her soaked clothes.

-Um, yeah, now say it and pretend you don't like the idea-. She jokes, and they both laugh, with their gazes shining.

The princess turns her head to look around, glancing at the sand, the waves, the mist, their warm hut, their happy dragons. Inevitably, she sighed, dreamy.

-We could stay a thousand years, Aemond...-Daera's voice speaks with sweetness as she looks back at her husband, who started to grin lovingly-...and no one would find us-, she smiles, blinking slowly.

He sighs through his nose, sweetly caressing her wet mane.

-A fine dream...-, he agrees, mumbling.

She huffs along a little laugh, knowing that it is only that. A dream.

-Well, then, I must return already-. The princess raises her brows.

-Hm-. The prince nods, closing his eye for a second-. I do not wish to discuss with you, wife, but...I do hope Vaemond Velaryon gets his justice today-, he confesses, honest.

Daera blinks, and lets her eyes closed, keeping a quiet smile on her face, deciding to simply ignore that.

-Yes, I don't wish for a discussion either, dear husband-. She agreed. The one-eyed silently stares at her, blinkless-. I love you-. She whispers, pulling his neck from behind.

-Love you-, he muttered, leaning front to kiss her lips.

They kiss deeply with growing smile on their mouths, adoring the other's taste and warmth. After a lovely kiss of farewell, they rested their foreheads together, breathing calmly, and lowly.

The prince hums, serenely, wanting to keep like this for eternity.

-Pray for Vaemond, my love...-, Daera thinly whispered over his lips.

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