#rhaenyra Targaryen Drabble

[bi-disaster-yn]

Helpless

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem!Reader

Summary: Rhaenyra struggles with the loss of her mother and only Reader steps up to help her.

A/N: I am already down SO BAD for Rhaenyra and will be bending the knee for her.

You had never fought on the battlefield before but you were sure at this moment you would win a war to get back to Rhaenyra.

When the news had reached you about the untimely passing of her mother, you knew you had to abandon your travels and head back to King’s Landing to be there for her. It seemed like the urgency of your expedition had dissipated and this had become the only thing in the world that mattered.

You were partially comforted by the fact that she would have Alicent to look after her. Although, this wouldn’t be the same as you tending to her. Whilst Alicent was Rhaenyra’s dearest friend, you were her lover and closest confidant. 

Tight knotting ravaged your stomach and chest as you got closer and closer to King’s Landing. Fear set in as you pondered how your poor Rhaenyra was faring without you. The carriage just simply wasn’t going fast enough. You had demanded returning by horseback, knowing you’d be able to outride the entire party and get there in half the time. However, your demands were harshly refused. Instead, you were to sit helplessly in a carriage, playing with your hands and torturing yourself with the endless possibilities of your love’s welfare.

Once safely in King’s Landing, you ignored a squire’s hand to help you out of the carriage and essentially launched yourself out of it. 

“My Lady, we hadn’t expected you back for quite some time.” The squire commented but you brushed him off.

“The Princess needs me.” You responded, storming off to the kitchen to fetch a selection of some of Rhaenyra’s favourite cakes. Then, you completed your mission to her chambers.

You were right; Rhaenyra did need you. When you found her, she was curled up on her bed, lying on her stomach on a large pillow that was almost the size of a person. It was drenched with her tears but she clung onto it, sobbing relentlessly.

Never had you seen your dear Rhaenyra so helpless. Her full body was racked with painful and shuddering sobs. She seemed fragile and thin. Clearly, she had eaten very little since the event and the consequences had quickly manifested in her petite frame. The black dress that once fitted her perfectly now seemed to drown her.

She lay facing out of the window and didn’t register your entrance. It wasn’t until you set the cakes to the side and gently got on to the bed behind her that she realised there was someone else in the room. Startled, she jumped at the contact when you placed a loving hand on her shoulder until she recognised your kind face and she instantly felt safe.

Desperately, she grabbed at the collar of your dress, pulling you down on top of her and let out deep and heart-wrenching howls. It was the safety you provided that allowed her to let go so freely and truly vent her pained emotions. You responded to her by wrapping your arms round her tightly and burying your head in her neck, kissing her soft skin gently to reassure her.

“My sweet one, I am so sorry.” You mumbled against her skin. “I am here now. I am sorry I wasn’t before.”

“You came back for me.” She shakily spoke in between her ragged breathing.

“I will always come back for you, Princess.” You said, resting your elbow on the pillow and looking down at her. The poor thing had a red and raw complexion in stark contrast to her usually sun kissed one. You ran your fingers through her hair, casually twirling the strands between them in an attempt to soothe her.

Rhaenyra reached up to kiss you gently, placing both of her hands on your cheeks and holding you in place. Your eyes instantly closed and you reciprocated the kiss delicately. You brushed your thumb along her jaw in feather-like touches. Selfishly, you rejoiced at the opportunity of being able to kiss her again but held yourself back in respect for her mourning.

Once you’d pulled back, you rested your forehead against hers, still caressing her jawline. She looked up at you with a gorgeous combination of ardour and melancholy.

“You can tell Alicent to take some rest, I am here to tend to you now.” You whispered to her; your face close enough to hers that your lips brushed against her skin as you spoke.

Rhaenyra swallowed thickly at that and settled back against the pillow, avoiding your gaze. Her response confused you profusely and you brushed some hair away from her forehead in an attempt to get her to look at you.

“Alicent has not been here in days. I hear she tends to my father.” Rhaenyra admitted, almost guiltily and still tried to avoid eye contact with you. Nothing could stop the frown that your features contorted to make. To say the least, you were furious. In your Rhaenyra’s time of need, the person who you were sure would tend to her had abandoned her in favour of her father. The King no doubt would have had the support of the small council, countless whores and anyone else who enjoyed breathing. In your absence, Rhaenyra only had Alicent but had been left to fend for herself.

“What about Daemon?” You inquired. “Surely he has paid you a visit.”

Daemon wasn’t exactly your preferred substitute but apart from you or Alicent, you knew that he would be the only one who could provide your beloved with some comfort.

“No, I don’t know where he is.” She replied sheepishly. This angered you too, but not nearly as much as Alicent. If anything, Daemon’s absence was to be preferred. You had always been cynical of his intentions with Rhaenyra and she did not need his influence in this particularly vulnerable time. Still, she should never have been left alone.

Carefully, you sat back against the grand throw pillows on the bed and pulled Rhaenyra with you so that her head rested on your chest.

“Well, I am here now and I’m not going anywhere.” You reassured her, pressing kisses to the crown of her head.

“I am glad you’re back; I couldn’t possibly pretend that big pillow was you for much longer.” She replied, with a slight smirk in her tone. It was both heart-warming and gut-wrenching that she had craved your comfort so much she had resorted to imagining your presence.

“Well, hopefully I have more intelligent things to say than the pillow.” You offered, stroking her hair and allowing her to wrap her arms round your waist to hold you in an iron grip. She never truly appreciated the vastness of her own physical strength.

“Hmm, I am not so sure.” Rhaenyra joked, looking up at you with a faint smile. Despite her mourning and the pain, she would always be able to smile once in your arms. For that, you’d allow her to make her little jests so that she might find her playful demeanour again.

“Well, I’ll keep quiet then. I am sure you and the pillow have much to discuss.” You smirked.

“I think we have discussed all we can.” She sighed contentedly, settling into your arms. “Tell me about your travels. Give me a distraction from how heinous this feels.”

“I will, but first,” you began, reaching over to retrieve the cakes from the side. “Please eat some of these. I know you won’t have eaten much but I’m certain you can be tempted with cake.”

Rhaenyra’s stiff and exposed expression confirmed you were right about her not having eaten. She made a careful selection on a lavender cake and nibbled on it, looking up at you adoringly.

“You know how to make everything better.” She told you, settling her head in the crook of your neck. You kissed her forehead gently and rubbed her back soothingly.

“I’ll always try to make things better for you, my Princess.” You said and the did as your princess had commanded of you, regaling stories of your recent travels in an animated way which you knew she would like. Rhaenyra enjoyed your commentary, sometimes finding herself giggling and immediately began to feel more at ease. Her one true love had endeavoured to come back for her when she needed them most.

Existence without her mother was excruciating and the days that followed Queen Aemma’s passing had been a war that Rhaenyra was losing. She had tried desperately to keep her head above water, flailing helplessly with no assistance. With your return, it was like you had reached your hand out to stop her from drowning. Rhaenyra settled, feeling safe in your arms and that things had just gotten a little less terrible.

[artemiscrocksgf]

pleasure | rhaenyra x fem!reader

rated: mature, explicit 18+ (minors DNI) nsfw

pairings: rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader

summary: “There are other means of pleasure”

warnings: smut, some explicit language, fingering (receiving and giving), oral female

word count: 2.5k

loosely inspired @delfiore 's story <3

a/n: this is my first time ever writing smut or fanfic in general so please forgive me if this terrible!! but if u do enjoy i'd appreciate if you like or reblog

The grand hall filled with chatter, as the King hosted his festivities in honor of his son's fifth nameday with the Lady Alicent Hightower, now Queen Alicent. It had been years since you had returned to Kings Landing though back then you were a mere child – now a lady to be paraded to the court for a husband.

Rows of tables fill the hall, each accompanied by the royal Houses of the kingdom allied to the King. You slowly trail behind your father, the soft glow of the candles and the sounds of the orchestra warmed the air of the Red Keep – the feeling almost nostalgic to your childhood. Your father was among the Kings' council, your mother a dear friend to the late Queen Aeema meaning you often frequented Kings Landing.

As you made your way to your table, indulging in false pleasantries with people you did not know, you found your eyes wandering the hall for a certain Targeryan. Your gaze lands on the empty seat beside King Viserys' royal table, a twinge of disappointment pierces your heart letting it soak for a split second you turn your attention back to the feast that lays in front of you. That was one of the many riches you adored during your stays at the Red Keep, the King did know how to throw a grand feast. Although you try your best to distract yourself, filling your cup with the juice of the grape – your eyes cannot help but drift to the empty seat.

You let your mind turn off as you fake conversations, nodding absentmindedly at the politics thrown at you. When a glimpse of silver-blonde braided hair catches the corner of your eye, she walks towards the King, her guard on tail. You subtly watch her movements, she looked the same as you once remembered but something had changed about her — she stood more confidently. Her eyebrows furrowed as she sternly spoke to her father, you were seated too far to hear the conversation but you could tell neither one of them was happy. Ending the conversation, Rhaenyra abruptly exited the hall ignoring the calls from her father and her guard.

You wait a few moments before excusing yourself from your table, quietly leaving the festivities. You wonder the torchlit corridors, your footsteps echoing the stone pavement. You search the grounds when you catch her sitting on a stone ledge with her knees in her arm. Her face was lost in thought oblivious to your presence, "A gold dragon for your thoughts Princess?".

Following the voice that startled her, Rhaenyra turns, her eyes lighting up when she sees your familiar face. "I did not know you would be attending…" she smiled, pulling you into a gentle embrace, "I would have greeted you if I had," her fingers lingering across your arms. Her fingertips stop at the Valyrian steel bracelet that adorned your wrist. She smiles softly, "You still wear it?" fumbling with the red stones encrusted around the bracelet.

"Of course, it was a gift from the Princess… now heir to the Iron Throne! I shall treasure it with my life." you laugh holding your hand across your heart.

"Heir… to the Iron Throne.." Rhaenyra repeated, her smile fading as she picked at the threads on her embroidered gown. Her expression was not of one that was happy with being named Heir. Rhaenyra exhaled through her nose, letting out a sigh in annoyance. "My father sent me on tour to find the most suitable knight or lord for my impending betrothal…" she paced back and forth. "All of them were halfwits who would not know the difference between their own balls and a dragon's egg." she scoffed letting out her annoyance, "Just the mere thought of having to bed with any of them makes me want to be ill". You sat down on the stone ledge, trying to stifle your amusement at the Princess' disgust.

"This is not a laughing matter, you will not find this amusing when you are devoid of pleasure," Rhaenyra hissed, her arms crossed. Just the thought of Rhaenyra experiencing pleasure sends a blush across your cheeks. "What is it I hear? That you are to be betrothed to Lord Jason Lannister of Casterly Rock?" she teases.

It would be a lie to say you did not find the Princess attractive, but the feeling of heat that seared from your center was something you had not felt for Rhaenyra before. Perhaps the wine had given you confidence or perhaps the haze of desire that clouded your mind drew you towards her — her eyes softly watching your movements as you stood toe to toe.

"There are other means of pleasure," you murmur, your fingertips grazing the sleeve of her gown, your words lingering in the quiet air. What you and Rhaenyra were doing was unfit for the Heir of the Iron Throne, unfit for any becoming lady but the adrenaline that pulsed throughout your body hid your worry.

Her eyes drifted to your mouth, "Tell me," she prompts. Rhaenyra steps forward, the warmth of her body heat lingers, as her deep blue eyes burn into yours. She was so close to you, you could smell her scent – a mix of lilies and dragon, everything about her was intoxicating. Without realizing what you were doing, you reach up cupping her cheek as you bring her closer to your lips when the sudden slam of the grand hall doors startles you both.

She hastily grabs your hand, pulling you with her as she runs down the corridor, the voices from the hall becoming quieter as you run farther away. She pulls you behind one of the stone columns, hiding from the guards that patrolled the halls. Seeing the opportunity she continues running your hand still in hers. Before you could even decipher where you were, Rhaenyra tugged you into a dark room locking the door behind her. You lean against a pillar trying to catch your breath as you study the room you were in, "Are we in the spare quarters?"

Rhaenyra lights a candle illuminating the room, "Do you recall when we would sneak out of our chambers and come here to drink in the late hours," she laughs, the sweet sounds of her laughter making you smile. She catches you staring at her lips while she extinguishes the match, a cocky grin spreading across her face. Heat rushes to your cheeks maybe from the embarrassment or from the heat that filled the air, "Or when you convinced me to ride dragon back with you" you reply diverting the attention, "Gods, we gave our parents a fright when they saw us — my father stationed a guard outside my chamber every night for a week after that,".

"I did not hear the end of it for a month!" she whined, both of you reminiscing on the memories of your childhood. You move towards her gently holding her hands, "Rhaenyra forgive me for not visiting you sooner." You smile sincerely as you rub the back of her hand with your thumb – Rhaenyra's composure changes, her eyes darkening giving you a coquettish glance.

"You are here now," she murmurs, her fingers caressing yours. Pulling you closer to her, she wraps her arm around your waist causing you to let out a small gasp from the sudden contact. Her hands were on your torso, the warmth of them seeping through the fabric of your gown. Goosebumps travel up your spine as you feel her fingers linger up the base of your back to the nap of your neck, gently resting her thumb on your jaw. Your breath catches in your lungs as the Princess brushes her hand on your cheek. "Show me the other ways" her soft eyes locked on yours, slowly pulling you closer to her lips nose skirting yours as her lips hover mere inches away. Her lips brush yours, moving against yours hungrily, and in a way that leaves your mind dazed and your lungs nearly breathless. Rhaenyra's lips smother your small moan as the warmth of her tongue skims against yours.

You pull away from the kiss, a frown spreading across Rhaenrya's face, her lips missing yours. You hold her hand guiding her over to the dressing mirror, pulling her in front of you as you both stand looking at the reflection. She tries to turn and face you but you hold her firm, "Stay," you command.

The rise of your chest is pressed against her back, your hand following the curves of her body - the other tangling in her gown as your lips gently press against her shoulders. Her eyes follow your gentle touch, her lips parting slightly when your palms gaze down her stomach. You reach the hem of her gown and pull it up, your fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps. The effect you have on her leaves you with searing heat from the center of your core. Leaning forward, you slid your hands further up her thigh, Rhaenyra's breath quickens as her skin prickled with heat under your touch. Your hands part her thighs, the distracting caress of your touch has her eyes sink closed, her breathing grows heavier. Your fingers trail the top of her wetness, circling her clit and then down to rub over her dripping entrance. Sliding your fingers through her soaked folds, back and forth they tease.

Letting out a soft whimper, Rhaenyra pushes your palm closer to her wet lips. With a smirk, you rest your cheek down against her shoulder, circling her clit, you tease the entrance of her wetness – slowly sinking the tip of your finger inside her. Her knees buckle with your touch – gliding like silk you easily slip in with ease—all the way up to the second knuckle. You watch her in the mirror, as you slip two fingers into her slit, slowly drawing them out, your finger slick with her wetness. You thrust them back in, setting a steady pace, making her eyes roll back with pleasure with every stroke. Rhaenyra wrapped her arm behind her grasping your face, as you curled your fingers pumping in rapid beats against her wetness. "Seven hells," she moans, her face flustered as her hips grind into your palm.

"Open your eyes," You coo into her ear, Rhaenyra's back sinks further into your chest, almost causing you to lose your balance. Your other hand gripping her breast through her gown, her eyes locked on you as you continue to sink further in her. Thrusting in her, you feel her body seize up tight – squirming underneath your hold, you continue to pump your fingers through her orgasm. As she heaves for a breath, you slowly pull your fingers out – dripping with her cum. You turn her around, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, your hands gripping her face as you back her into the pillar. You lower yourself kneeling as you lift her gown, getting a perfect view of her wetness. Letting out a gasp Rhaenyra trembles as she feels your mouth teasing her entrance, her eyes instantly rolling back as you lick her wet folds. Her hand tangled in your hair, "Fuck" she cries, your tongue pushing in and out of her. You send her into another frenzy, her sensations spilling over as you savor the taste and the noises that she makes.

She slowly brings your face up to hers, her hands tangled in your hair as she pulls you in for a kiss, your mouth parts as you feel the soft brush of her tongue. You feel her lips tug into a smirk as she pulls away, grappling with your gown she guides you to her bed.

Her fingers toyed with the string of your gown, gently tugging and pulling until the material pooled by your ankles, leaving you bare. Doing the same, Rhaenyra tugged the cloth over her head freeing her breast. You lay down on her bed, admiring her exposed body. The ethereal lines of her face, and the softness in those blue eyes as she watches you. It drives you wild. Straddling on top of you, her hands explore your body – the flats of her fingertips rolling over your nipple. "Rhaenyra you do not need to", your voice shaky.

"I want to pleasure you as you did me,". Leaning down, she molds her mouth to yours, Rhaenyra nips at your bottom lip, her lips smothering your soft moan as she draws you in for another kiss you. Pulling away, she slowly moved down your body leaving wet kisses across your bare skin until she was between your thighs. A whine escaped your lips, unable to close your legs as a burning tension collects in your core. Rhaenyra lowers herself, arching her back to get the perfect view of your wet folds – her fingers trace circular patterns into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, sending ripples to your throbbing center. You tense as the tips of her fingers brush down your wet slit, back and forth she teases.

"My love…" letting out a needy moan, "I will not be able to take it if I do not feel you inside me", aching for her touch, you shift your hips closer. With no warning, Rhaenyra thrusts her fingers into your entrance – your hands gripping her sheets as she plunges deeper into you. Deep inside your core, her finger brushes against the rough spot of nerves against your walls. You tense as you feel Rhaenyra slip two fingers inside, your walls stretching around them, sending waves of pleasure through the walls of your cunt. Her two fingers slick with your wetness plunge deeper without resistance. Doing her best to replicate what she had experienced, her mouth slips around your clit – tracing circles with her tongue. Waves of pleasure cascade through every nerve in your body. Her mouth laps your entrance, gently sucking your clit while her fingers are still thrusting inside your clenched walls. The sight of the Princess devouring your swollen lips sends you over the edge, and the bubbling energy coiling in the pit of your stomach violently spills over. Head thrown back and panting, Rhaenyra continues to lick you through your climax, her fingers plunging faster into you. You feel your muscles tense as the orgasm grows, pulsing around her fingers – everything tightens like a vice, stars imploding behind your eyelids. You whine and subconsciously try closing your legs as the ecstasy sends waves from your core to every nerve in your body, Rhaenyra's hand dipping further into your thighs, her other hand pinning down your legs.

Your ears ring, the ecstasy bursting through your trembling body. Your knees buckle, your eyes squeezed shut – the feeling descending upon you in a vicious wave. Your chest heaving, you pull Rhaenyra from your thighs to your mouth capturing her in a deep kiss.

"Realm's delight indeed.." you smirk.

[achaoticeternal]

electric touch

aemond targaryen x niece!reader

summary: while taking a visit to the royal library, you come across aemond who seems to have a small gift for you. word count: 1.1k warnings: afab!reader, targcest, reader is mentioned to have violet eyes but that is the only descriptor. a/n: this was just a little drabble I thought of. i'm trying to get back into the grove of writing after my summer hiatus.

Though King’s Landing was quite an enticing place to visit, the climate at Dragonstone seemed to accommodate her taste better. Where Dragonstone held warm air and cooling sea breezes, King’s Landing lacked such a luxury. Whenever Rhaenyra made visits to the capitol with her daughter, neither princess slept well for their own reasons. Both, however, missed their own beds and comforts of home.

Currently, the younger Targaryen princess was making her way down the aisles of the library. Particularly, she found herself in the special collection that her uncle had curated. Books that varied from philosophy, the history of Old Valyria, and even strategies of ancient wars. However, sprinkled in between were books that contained the sweetest words held in between pages. Yes, both she and Aemond held a secret bond over the lines of fine poetry.

It was a love they learned as children. Whenever Aemond was not training or being tormented by his brother and nephews, he would accompany his niece at the weirwood tree. Helaena would not be too far off either, allowing the creatures in the gardens to climb into her gentle hands.

Such a memory caused a small smile to grace her lips as she reached for a book that had been well-loved.

“Have you come to wreck my shelves?” The voice interrupted her abruptly.

She jumped away from her spot, the breath returning to her lungs when she recognized the man. Her hands went to smooth out her skirts, “Good day to you, uncle…”

The lady went to reach for the book again. Still, it remained just out of reach. The scoff sounding next to her changed her focus once more.

“Have you not considered using your words to ask for help, riñītsos?” He questioned.

Little Girl.

Sighing at his question, she moved back from the shelf. As she faced him, her eyes flicked from the book to his gaze. Though her actions were childish, she did not anticipate being denied her wish, “Kostilus…” Please.

His dismissive hum could be heard as he moved in front of her. With ease, he gripped the spine of the book before bringing it down. Aemond held onto it for a moment, eye scanning over the cover. Epics of Old Valyria.

“I see you’ve been working on your native tongue,” the prince stated nonchalantly, “Though it is still peculiar to me as to why you deem it fit to borrow from my personal collection?”

The corners of her lips dropped at his words, “And do you enjoy withholding the pleasure of knowledge?”

His violet eye slowly trailed up her height. Both of them had grown since they’d last shared each other’s company. This was evident to both parties. Her eye then met her own violet ones as a chuckle played on his lips, “Withholding pleasure is enjoyable for some people.”

Her posture straightened immediately, the innuendo not going unnoticed. She took the book from his grip, preparing to move past him and back to the security of her mother’s chambers.

The princess did not make it more than two paces before his hand shot out to grasp at her forearm. His touch was not harsh, yet there was no warm to it either, “What are you forgetting?”

She breathed out in audible frustration. Her eyes still trained toward the exit of the library, keeping her distracted from his intense gaze, “Are you not supposed to be in attendance of the small council meeting? Or has your seat been taken?”

Aemond’s jaw tightened at the taunt. However, his demeanor remained relatively calm.

Finally, she answered him properly, “Kirimvose.” Thank you.

After a pause of silence, she craned her neck to look up at Aemond. Her gaze was met with a playful smirk, “Issa daorun” You’re welcome.

However, his hold did not retreat from her forearm. Instead, he continued, “I have a little gift for you. Consider it a welcoming present for my favorite niece.”

“Careful, uncle,” Her eyes refocused on his face. The rest of the library remained at a soft focus, “You wouldn’t want to hurt poor Jaehaera’s feelings.”

His upper tip seemed to curl into a snarl at the quick-witted comment. Releasing his hold, his hands went to the pockets of his doublet, eyeing the item within it. Pulling out the piece, a finely forged Valyrian steel chain dangled from his nimble fingers. Resting at the bottom of the chain was a pendant of a singular dragon with a sapphire for an eye. The craftsmanship itself must have cost a fortune, not to mention the installation of such a fine gemstone.

“Kepus,” Her voice lulled, “Gevie…”

Without a word, Aemond moved to stand behind her. His gentle touch caressed her upper back as he moved her hair onto one shoulder. The cool pendant rested atop her bosom, sending tingles throughout her chest. The chain itself snaked around the delicate skin of her neck where he now clasped it together, “Dōna zaldrītsos,” Aemond purred.

As she turned back to face him, her lithe fingers toyed at the pendant. She quickly grew accustomed to the weight of it and the metallic feel against her skin, “Where did you find such a necklace?”

The look on his face was passive as if he could not drop his uncaring disguise, “I had it made for you.”

As her browed raised in motion for him to continue, Aemond added on, “I figured it would be to your liking.”

She took a moment, eyes flickering from the leather he wore to the steel chain at her neck.

“I see,” She nodded, “And what moved you to commission such a fine piece?”

Unbeknownst to the lady, Aemond fought an inner battle. He wished to step closer to her and reach out once more. He hated that he could easily despise his nephews, but never her… Not the girl whom he read poetry with between lunch and tea time. The girl who was now a woman grown before him. His greatest torment and object of his deepest affections.

Aemond faced her once more, bringing up his hand to toy with the pendant at her chest now, “The thought of you wearing it for me…”

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[meraxesmoon]

Okay so I’ve loved your papa Balerion but what about protective Cannibal? 🐉

See... I absolutely love the Cannibal. He's my second favorite dragon (first being Vhagar). Like, he completely rejects the Targaryen family, and never (in canon) had a rider. He's very much a wild dragon, and I love him for that.

However, if we're talking about bastard! (Name) and Cannibal, I can see them connecting very well. Neither of them wants anything to do with the Targaryen's, and both are sort of pessimistic about life, at least to a certain extent. The Cannibal's bond with bastard! (Name) is much different from Balerion's, though.

Balerion is pretty old, and his temperament is pretty mellow, considering his war days are over. The Cannibal, however, is very violent towards anyone other than his little rider. He doesn't like people, and he likes the Targaryen's even less. I love how dragons and their riders are connected emotionally, so he can basically feel the resentment (Name) has for Daemon, and he's always on the verse of killing Daemon due to feeling her emotions.

The Cannibal is extremely protective, though. (Name) is absolutely invincible once she bonds with him because he's so terrifying, and no one is willing to become his next meal. That being said, (Name)'s life would be easy once she bonded with her beloved dragon. She doesn't have to worry about much, except for keeping him distanced away from the other dragons on Dragonstone.

Bastard! (Name) isn't a huge fan of Daemon and Rhaenyra, but I imagine that she'd become close with the other children, particularly Luke and Rhaena.

She doesn't want Cannibal to eat their dragons, and potentially kill her 'siblings', so she keeps him on a small island located near Dragonstone. She spends a lot of time there doing some upkeep on her dragon. Since Cannibal had been a wild dragon for so long his scales and skin would be a little out of shape. (Name) enjoys cleaning his horns and scales, and he likes it as well.

They have spa days together!

my favorite dragons in order: Vhagar, Cannibal, Rhaegal, Viserion, Drogon, Sunfyre, Dreamfyre, Caraxes, Balerion, Meraxes, Meleys, and Syrax

taglist -> @your-favorite-god @apollonshootafar

I was a little drunk writing this so if it's bad you guys know why <3

[writingsofwesteros]

can you write something about Rhaenyra teaching her daughter how to please a man, using Daemon as an example??

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“There you go, good girl..” Rhaenyra whispered to you. She had been whispering praises in your ear as you slowly; inch by inch took Daemon’s fat cock inside you. “Big…too big…” You babbled out with your eyes so wide and tears already welling up inside them. Daemon’s chuckling only had you blushing even more.

“Shh, you can take it…you have taken it.” She hummed and gently stroked your sides. Daemon’s own hands were by his side; fisting the sheets to keep from touching you; from flipping you over and fucking you so deep. No, they had to take this slow. You were to be broken in nicely.

Your soft, ample breasts swayed in front of him as he bit into his bottom lip. You were so perfect, he thought to himself. “Now…do you know how to move?” Rhaenyra whispered into your ear; her hands moving down your sides before stopping on your hips. Gracefully, she crawled onto the bed and settled behind you.

You whimpered and softly shook your head. His cock throbbed inside you at your innocence. His hips threatened to jerk as your soaked, sensitive walls fluttered around him. “I can show you.” She whispered and slowly began to move you up and down. “Hmm, like your horses..like a dragon…” Rhaenyra instructed.

Rhaenyra rested her head on your shoulder and locked eyes with Daemon. A smirk played on her lips as you did just as she asked. “Hmm, does that feel good?” She purred and you could only nod your head. Gasps of pleasure escaping you as your hands finally moved to rest on his chest.

Daemon purred and smirked as he watched you blush. “Feels so good.” He whispered his praises and you shivered at the sound of his voice. “Good girl..” The rogue Prince hummed and watched as you gained some confidence. Enough to lean in and lovingly capture his soft lips in a shy move.

Rhaenyra’s fingers moved through your locks as she looked down. She watched her husband’s cock push in and out of you. Your wetness coating his length already as the sound of skin slapping against each other had her nearly moaning. But this was not about her, Rhaenyra reminded herself.

Your legs shook some more as Daemon’s tongue moved into your hot mouth. Rhaenyra could only giggle at your shocked gasp before your moans were echoing around the room once more. She noticed your bouncing was quickening even without her instructing you. Oh, you were learning fast it seemed.

“Now, don’t let it be over so soon.” Rhaenyra purred and gently tugged your locks to gain your attention. A whine escaped you when your head leaned back and your bouncing slowed until you stopped completely. Daemon groaned; his hands instantly on your hips now to force you to continue. 

“Now move your hips instead of bouncing.” Rhaenyra hummed. You softly began to pant out; his name falling from your lips as you did what she asked. His own head fell back against his pillows as your tight, soaked pussy clamped around his throbbing cock. Rhaenyra continued to whisper sweet nothings to you.

She burrowed into your neck as your bright eyes were glazed over in pleasure. “He’s wanted you for so long.” Rhaenyra purred as she gently took Daemon’s hand. He was soon reaching for your breasts as his desire only grew. Your stomach was tightening as the new pleasure began to scare you.

Your legs shook as Daemon’s moans only had you rocking faster. His cock brushed against your spongy spot that had you crying out. “Oh..oh gods…” You whimpered and you had to stop moving. “Keep going.” Rhaenyra ordered as the rogue Prince began to jerk his own hips to match you.

Your eyes rolled back as you began to shakingly match his movements. His hands are roughly palming at your breasts now. “Will they all feel this good?” You babbled out without thought as your mind was becoming more hazy. Daemon’s dark chuckling echoing around the room hardly came over you.

Rhaenyra only hummed; her fingers brushing through those dark curls of yours as your bouncing resumed. You began to chase the release that seemed so close now. “Yes…oh yes…I..” You cried out; eyes so wide as Daemon jackhammered his cock; bullying your spongy spot.

It was only a couple of thrusts later that had you shaking around him. You squirted around his cock; nearly pushing him out but his arms tightly wrapped around you. “Daddy…” You whimpered out; not that you realised as your pleasure took over. “Fuck..” Daemon groaned; your words were enough to push him over the edge.

His cum flooded your hot, fluttering pussy. Daemon still rocked against you, pushing his cock deeper as you collapsed against him. You burrowed into his neck whilst nearly shaking at the intenseness of it all. “I believe we still have a long way to go…but that was so good, sweet girl.” Rhaenyra praised.

Her words had you shivering some more as a soft yawn escaped you. “You should rest now.” Daemon whispered. His cock still stuffed inside your fluttering pussy but you did not have to be told twice. Your eyes began to flutter shut as you happily mewled against his ear. Sleep soon came over you.

Daemon groaned as his hands moved to your arse, softly palming you as he looked towards his wife. “I think she’s better than you.” Daemon had no care of his words and Rhaenyra could only shake her head. “I am glad…she’s from me after all.” Rhaenyra purred into his head before they began to share a sloppy kiss. 

All the while Daemon began to jerk his hips. His cock moving in and out of you with ease as your wetness drenched his length. “She’s asleep..” Rhaenyra hummed and watched as your pretty face screwed up in pleasure. “I do not care.” Daemon hummed as his fingers swiped over your clit for a moment.

Your body jolted and you clamped around his cock; so he did it again and again. His chuckles continued before he brought two of his soaked fingers and forced them into Rhaenyra’s mouth. “Fucking whores.” He purred, making his wife gag as he began to push down onto her tongue. All the while the Princess moaned; sucking your wetness.

[aphroditelovesu]

A Son for a Son

— summary: Lucerys Velaryon's death left you devastated and you knew you would do anything for Rhaenyra and to avenge him. Even at your family's expense.

❝warnings: mention of death, threat, revenge and angst.

❝ 🐉 — lady l: just a little drabble with angst, it takes place after Luke's death. After seeing the season 2 trailer, I felt like doing something and I hope you like it!

❝word count: 700.

You were there when Rhaenyra, your best friend and your sister, received the news of her son's death.

Of the death of Lucerys Velaryon.

You saw all the emotions flash across her face. Disbelief, sadness, anger and mourning. You witnessed it all, your heart heavy at the death of sweet Luke. You loved that boy as if he were your own son, so sweet and so pure.

He didn't deserve to have an end like that.

Your heart was heavy with the pain of loss, while anger boiled over not having been able to stop it. You felt suffocated by sadness, but a cold fury pulsed in your chest, an unbearable mix of emotions that slowly consumed you.

You couldn't stand staying in the Dragonstone hall, you needed to leave that place. Walking through the rain, each drop confused with your tears, and each thunder echoed the storm that was your state of mind. Dark clouds swallowed the sky, reflecting the internal storm that raged within you.

It should have been me instead, you thought. You should have gone to Storm's End and tried to gain the Baratheon's support.

You couldn't believe that Aemond would have been able to murder Lucerys. Although you were always aware of the conflict between the two, especially after Luke took out Aemond's eye, you never thought he could take revenge like that.

You had known Aemond since he was a baby, always taking care of him when Alicent asked and now he had murdered your nephew in cold blood. You knew it wouldn't end there, that there would be revenge.

Rhaenyra would never accept her son's death without taking revenge. Your heart ached and felt even heavier when you realized the consequences that would come from this.

You shuddered as you remembered Daemon's cruel words, "An eye for an eye and a son for a son."

The echo of Daemon's words reverberated endlessly in your mind, like sharp shrapnel piercing your soul. The "eye for an eye, son for son" echoed like a distorted mantra, a merciless promise of revenge that tore at your heart, already dilapidated by sadness. Each syllable carried the weight of an imminent threat, an unsustainable burden that consumed you.

There was nothing you could do to stop it, though. Viserys' death left the Seven Kingdoms fragile and the dragons danced. Anguish enveloped you like a dense fog, leaving you aimless, lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear mingled with you distress, knowing that seeking justice would only fuel the cycle of pain and destruction.

The feeling of helplessness enveloped you like a dark veil. You relived the moment countless times, desperately trying to find a way out, an action that could have prevented the tragedy. But Viserys's death seemed an inevitable fate, a cruel twist of fate that threw the Seven Kingdoms to the brink.

You felt like a powerless spectator in the face of greater forces, trapped in a power game in which you were just a fragile and insignificant piece.

When you closed your eyes, you could hear the screams of pain that Rhaenyra let out upon hearing her son's death. And Daemon's promise of revenge.

You were powerless against it. You couldn't help her or Aemond. You couldn't do anything, not when you were just a pawn in the middle of a war to come.

But you when you thought you would never see Lucerys' sweet smile again... You knew you would support Rhaenyra through anything.

Memories of Lucerys' enchanting smile echoed in your mind, a constant reminder of what was at stake. Supporting Rhaenyra meant choosing a side, a loyalty that required personal sacrifices. That required you to sacrifice a side of your family that you remembered so fondly.

You would always be there for her. Even if it meant that innocent people would have to suffer. After all, you were at war.

At war against your own family.

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to cry, knowing that your choice was made. They would pay for what they did to Luke. You would be sure of that.

You smiled pitifully. Indeed, an eye for an eye and a son for a son.

[gtgbabie0]

Rainy mornings

{You and Rhaenyra enjoy a peaceful morning together}

Hope you enjoy my lovelies!! 💕

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It’s raining almost constantly on Dragonstone something you have come to love as time goes on. Especially in these moments when you wake up beside your beloved wife, her soft, white hair falling out of her once neat braid.

The back of her hand grazes against your cheek gently as you slowly begin to stir from your sleep. She props herself up on her elbow as she looks down at you with kind eyes, full of love and there's something about the warmth of the moment that seems to protect you from the harsh morning winds that whistle through the castle.

“Good morning my sweet girl” she smiles, keeping a hushed tone as she leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. Her hands soothe against the curve of your bare hip as he continues to press light kisses along your jaw smiling against you when you let out a small delighted sigh.

Rhaenyra watches as you rub your eyes, a yawn escaping your lips and she can’t help but let out a breathy giggle at the sight, but who could blame her? When her beautiful wife, lays naked beneath the white sheets, bathed in the morning sun as it rises. The happiness that blooms within her chest escapes her through soft giggles.

“Did you sleep well, my dear?” You ask, voice still laced with sleep. A gentle hand reaches up to brush away the hair that frames her face pushing it behind her ear, the back of your fingers grazing against her cheek.

“I always sleep well beside you,” she responds voice just above a whisper, before dropping a kiss to your shoulder. You shuffle closer to her, bringing the sheets with you as you rest your head against her chest. Rhaenyra traces her fingertips along your spine leaving goosebumps in their wake and the sensation only makes you nuzzle into her neck further, seeking out her warmth.

“Breakfast should be here soon so don’t go back to sleep my love” she whispers against your forehead, pressing her lips to your hairline as her hands still work their way up and down your back, enjoying the way your body feels against hers.

The familiar heavy sensation weighs against you, and you fight so hard to keep your eyes open, but the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks and the way Rhaenyra's hands feel against your body makes it really hard.

“You’re certainly not making it easy,” you tell her with a soft chuckle.

Before she can defend herself there’s a knock at the door, and a voice from the other side, “Breakfast m’lady”

She pulls the sheets over your shoulders to cover your modesty before telling the maid to enter. She leaves two silver trays, full of warm pastries and fruit, on top of the stone table that sits at the end of the bed before leaving with a curt bow wishing the pair of you a pleasant morning.

“Come on my sweet girl, let us eat,” she says, watching as you move away from your very comfortable position, and suddenly she’s left very aware of just how cold it is. You sit with your back against the headboard, robe wrapped tightly around your body as a gust of wind pushes through the room.

“Eating in bed are we?” She smiles at the tired nod you give her in response.

“Yes, because you love me dearly and it is simply far too cold,” you tell her as she brings the trays over to the bed placing them down on the mattress carefully before sitting back down next to you, and as if out of instinct you lean closer to her searching for her warmth yet again.

“I do, I love you more than words could ever express,” she says with such sincerity that it leaves you breathless and it certainly doesn’t help when he presses a loving kiss to your lips, her hand caressing your cheek ever so gently.

The pair of you indulge in the food, feeding each other the different fruits and sweet pastries and Rhaenyra can’t help but admire your beauty, the way you seem to practically glow under the morning sun as a smile embraces your beautiful features. She truly loves you, even if you’re leaving crumbs on the bed.

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[madame-fear]

˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍.ᐟ | 𝟐𝟑𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ˎˊ˗

Hello everyone! I’m very pleased to say that for this new followers milestone, drabbles are officially open.

I have said this many times before, but I will say it again. I sincerely can’t thank you enough for supporting & showing love to me, and all the works I do with so much effort 💗 I’m very pleased to see that you are all eager to see new content on this blog! And of course, to be constantly showered with love from my mutuals. 🥰

To celebrate that, I wanted to open drabbles since my requests (headcanons, one shots, etc) remain closed, but I still wanted to do something special.

→ check out my prompts in case you want to feel inspired to request something in particular!

˚₊‧꒰ RULES ꒱ ‧₊˚

For whatever you request, I will write 100-600 words at max; I will keep them as short as I can since they are drabbles. Please keep in mind I both study & work, so drabbles might either take some time to be published, or might not. Both fluff & smut requests are allowed! But please, be as specific as you can when requesting, so I know and can write exactly whatever you fancy. Drabbles will be open from February 14th to March 1st.

˚₊‧꒰ WHAT CAN YOU REQUEST? ꒱ ‧₊˚

I write for fluff, enemies to lovers, some AUs (specify please), friends to lovers, love triangle, slowburn, mutual pining, (reasonable) age gap. → for smut: praising kink, choking, ask for spanking, breeding kink, bondage, daddy kink, knife play, creampie, yandere/dark, morning sex, mirror sex, oral sex, breast play; feel free to ask if I write about anything else not included here. I don’t feel comfortable writing for non-con, r*pe, p*dophilia, gore, violent content.

˚₊‧꒰ WHO CAN YOU REQUEST FOR? ꒱ ‧₊˚

I write for some HOTD characters (Lucerys, Jacaerys, Rhaenyra, Aegon ii, Aemond, Helaena, Alicent), and I also write for Enzo Vogrincic. → I will also start writing for Fran Romero.

That would be everything for now! Have fun requesting drabbles! And of course, if you have any doubt at all about whatever thing, feel free to send me a message & I will gladly answer.🌹

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How would being a brat/Acting up and getting spanked by the characters 18+

Who is includes: Rhaenyra, Jacaerys, Aemond, Alicent.

Alicent Hightower…

Alicent would want to show you that there are consequences to your actions. “I love you darling but this just be done. You have been bad and you know what happens when you are a bad girl/boy.” Depending on the situation she would have you comfortably spend out across her lap and give you your slaps, or if you have been extra bad she would pull out a paddle. But after she will wipe your tears and comfort you, even has lotion prepared to help with the pain and soreness.

—

Rhaenyra Targaryen…

Rhaenya is disappointed in you for being a brat and being bad, she has givin you everything but you still behave like this? She will not hesitate to leave any room or business and bend you over her knee and spank you hard. Doesn’t matter if you cry or plead, if she believes it’s time to stop then, only then it is. But if you are only just being a little bad then she will wait till the night you two are alone and give you your spanks there. They usually don’t last as long. You always get to have head strokes and rubs after.

—

Jacaerys Velaryon…

Jacaerys loves you with every inch of his body and soul, so he is a soft dom most of the time. But never test him or you will get the dragon to come out and show you who you are messing with. If you acting up in small ways then it will end with you being over his knee giving you slaps in more of a teaching way, voicing his disappointment in his little love. But when you cross the line you better hope he will have mercy. He will strip you nude and push you up ago a wall or over the table and pin you there. He wouldn’t stop until you are crying uncontrollably and begging and apologizing. He can be two different people, but rest assured no matter what he gives the best aftercare.

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Aemond Targaryen…

Aemond is a man who loves to see you in tears, never sad ones but in pain and pleasure, get him going. So when you are in trouble he will always go into disciplining you. When it’s something small: the spanks are less hard but have a mix between soft and hard to keep you on edge, it doesn’t stop with slapping but he will use his nails slightly. When you are being a menace Aemond might even tell you to stop being a brat in front of anyone and drag you away and telling them that you need to be punished to embarrass you. He will then take you to his room and cut your clothes open. Making you stand while he spanks you, causing you to loss balance and knees wobble while he gives you no mercy, he doesn’t care how bad it hurts because you deserve it. He will not hold back and his nails will drawl blood and will have you pleading for his forgive while apologizing. He does love and care for you so he will have a bath ready for you and even kiss your pain away.

[flowersforlaila]

Queen Consort Alicent cleaning Warrior Queen Rhaenyra’s battle wounds can be something so personal—

Like Rhaenyra’s laughing because she got a very minor, totally-not-at-all-consequential stab wound; and Alicent’s going through seven different stages of panic because There’s a Hole in Her Wife’s Stomach.

Alicent’s fussing, Nyra’s wincing her way through laughter, and they’re both just so fondly exasperated with one another.

Alicent has her lips tightly pressed against her mouth, painstakingly cleaning Rhaenyra’s bloody wound so as to not cause her any further harm. She’s so focused she doesn’t notice the way Rhaenyra’s laughter slows into a soft quietude. A serenity swelling in the battle-worn Queen’s chest, adoration marking her features as clear as day. The high of dragon riding, the drum of a fight, the rush of blood that she cherishes at a grip of her sword all pale in comparison to the surge of emotion she feels at Alicent’s touch. The ministrations of her unrelenting love and care absorbed in full are enough to make Rhaenyra drop her sword and never pick it up again. She thinks herself mad, she knows herself in love.

She stills Alicent’s tender, steady hands. Cupping her love’s hands in her own scared palms, the hardened tissues of a dragon rider, she feels along the lines of abrasive skin she’s grown accustomed to recognize as Alicent’s. Permanent calluses from years of weaving, writing, and anxiety seamed into the tips of her fingers and the heart of her palm. Rhaenyra traces them as she’s done a thousands times before, gently, adoringly, mindlessly. She could trace them in her sleep, she knows this. She touches them to her lips and holds them there, speaking a love into them she doesn’t think she can articulate in words. Alicent gasps, a soft sound that disrupts the quietude of their shared room and Rhaenyra knows Alicent understands.

There are bandages loosely hugging Rhaenyra’s torso. Alicent is seated in-front of her with a inquisitive look in her eyes; to which Rhaenyra returns a blessed smile.

“Thank you,” she says, lilac eyes fixed on Alicent, “For taking care of me.”

It’s so unvaryingly sincere Alicent doesn’t know what to do with herself, hands still clutched in Rhaenyra’s palms. She bites the inside of her lip, so as to stop a completely idiotic smile from emerging onto her reddening face. She doesn’t think herself successful from the way Rhaenyra’s smile twitches into a full grin. Ten years as her Queen Consort and Rhaenyra persists to blindside her at the most inconspicuous moments, wholly by just being herself. Her lovely, lovely self.

Taking a moment to collect herself, Alicent smoothly detaches herself from the Targaryen’s grip and resumes mending her stupid wife’s utterly careless injuries, clipping out, “You’re very welcome. Faith knows I’m seldom afforded all the proper acknowledgment for all my ever-so valiant efforts.”

Rhaenyra takes to laughter then, the softness still presiding in her eyes, and consequently, is met with a sharp pain effected by an ever-bruised torso. Wincing, she doesn’t miss the way Alicent’s lips turn up, cheeks still a delicate red, as she continues to tend to her lover’s wounds.

[chaosfae-writes]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

premise: whenever a Targaryen is born, the Gods flip a coin—madness isn’t the birthright, it’s sorrow.

pairing: yandere!rhaenyra targaryen x poc!targaryen!reader

warnings: sibling incest, possessive behavior, mention of major characters deaths, paranoia, cruelty, dark wlw implied smut.

a/n: grrm really said for targaryen women, “double it and give it to the next person.”

Betrayal and fear are the double heads of a coin.

Paranoia is its child.

A wounded mother’s rage is feral, unhinged as a cornered animal. Four little dragons slain for the sake of war, and a husband lost to the sea.

Rhaenyra — no longer the realm’s delight, but a queen who’s shadowed by darkness. Targaryen women are cursed since birth, bearing tragedy within themselves as an unborn babe.

It’s in their blood, nestled in the marrow of their bones, made of unfathomable ancestral sins and starving voids. Born from angry men, and despaired women — whenever a Targaryen is born, the Gods flip a coin—madness isn’t the birthright, it’s sorrow.

The towns folk shout from the bellows of flea bottom, pleading for help, spitting on her name. Exhausted, and scared.

“Murderer!”

“Cunt!”

“The Black Queen is the wretchedest of women!”

So wretched she shall be.

As they starve and perish, she engorges in feasts, harshly taxing the poor for the last coins they barely own. Executing any who even glances upon her wrongfully— paranoid of anyone, walk on eggshells in her presence.

Beheading any servant who she perceives to be a new lover of yours, but you’ve only ever been faithful to Rhaenyra and Daemon.

Rhaenyra sees any man or woman as a threat to your marital vows.

Teeth, and bruises, possessive grip your soul; Aegon and yourself cannot linger far from her sight. Murmurs under her breath, stares soullessly in the roaring fire pit, manic outbursts that have influenced her only surviving son to be tumultuous.

She makes love as if she’s fighting, always in control, withering on top, fingers gripping tightly your flesh as if you will slip away.

Momentary bliss to be fucked in such manner, thrusting against her, your flesh craving for her. But as the high falls down, you’re reminded of the reality— that she’s not well.

Threatened to cage you in a cell, accused you of the conspiracy of infidelity, spitefully bringing up Daemon to hurt you — still grieving over your late husband, your precious kepus.

Even your own thoughts have no reprieve from her. Kneeling now, silver crown bowed in holy devotion, praying to the Gods — to free Rhaenyra of her pilt, for the safe passage for the souls of your boys, for your late husband, and the masses.

Even for your late nephews, and sweet sister, may the Gods be merciful.

The town folk deserve a good ruler, no matter what lies between their legs, just an heir who will guide them to prosperity. To have food, land, and a warm home.

Your fingers interlocked, hovering over your skull, murmuring under your breath — have been in this position for a while. Fruitlessly praying for many fortnights.

Subtle footfalls near but your mind is so distraught.

“What ails you, sister? Praying to the Gods?”

Milky fingers slither the slope of your neck, tracing the sore purplish bruise, tightening your shoulder, wincing and silently gasping at the sting.

“Prayers of what?” Rhaenyra’s fingers glide to your chin, her thumb stroking your lip, “Prayers for me?” Her voice eerily pitches mockingly honeyed sweet.

“What of me, you speak of?” Her voice is breathy and tense, false sweetness to entrap you.

Your breathing becomes haggard, mumbling inaudibly. Rhaenyra hums, she guides your head upward, but you fearfully close your eyes.

Those chilled violet eyes — she doesn’t look like herself when she becomes enraged, rather beastly.

No matter your response, she won’t believe you.

“Keeping secrets?” Rhaenyra roars, her hands tug the hem of your dress, snagging your body harshly away from the altar, to the flooring ungracefully.

“Kostilus Rhaenyra, nyke mērī jorepagon syt ao naejot jiōragon sȳrkta!” Please Rhaenyra, I only pray for you to get better.

Crawling on all fours as a dog, you try to cower away in the corner, but your sister persists on her delusions. She rushes over you, hunched over, her body crashing over yours. Limbs entangled, your wrists encased in her hands.

Shouting her spewing poison.

“Praying naejot se gods naejot sagon dāez yno? Daor sesīr se olvie kraj gods kostagon laodigon ao hen nyke!” Praying to the Gods to be free of me? Not even the most powerful Gods can steal you from me!

Rhaenyra rips the threads of your dress, as a blood-hound. She’s mad, by the Gods she’s mad! No longer is she the joyous wife you once adored, but now a cruel creature.

Wrestling on the marble floor, Rhaenyra just claws at your undergarments as if the fabric offends her to be in her way of your body.

“Rhaenyra, please I beseech you to be calm!”

Without a word, Rhaenyra lounges at your bare breast, teeth nibbling, sloppy and rabid. Your fingers fumble and grip her sleeve, your head tilting back, your back arching into her body.

“Kneeling for hours, head bowed —- our enemies shall be on their knees, pleading for us. Who aided you to create your altar?”

You mumbled that no one did, you created it over the years in honor of the gods. But she doesn’t listen, she hasn’t in a long time.

“A few servants have been near you, some of them serve in The Faith.” Rhaenyra mutters that she will like each servant up, “Perhaps their whispers have influenced you, trying to conspire against me. Praying for my downfall.”

As the sun falls upon the horizon, Rhaenyra takes you apart, orgasm and orgasm — and your body succumbs to her, cradling her skull into your palm, you accepted your fate.

This is who she is now.

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The next morning, your prayer room is bare, with only the altar spared, but even it was violated.

The altar space is covered with a white fabric, no longer allowed to have your last inkling of personal space. Ripped away from you all due to paranoia.

You weep in the middle of the room, leaning from foot to foot, hugging yourself against your chest, your breasts flinching by the graze of the cotton nightgown — fresh bruises by her mouth.

“My love.” Rhaenyra’s voice echoes, “Come back to bed” Her voice lowers just a little, “The bed is chilled without you.” Soft subtle clicks of her heels against the flooring, “Later in the evening, Aegon would like for his mothers to read to him.”

Rhaenyra’s fingers glide against your waist, tugging you — firmly as a threat. Her head nears the shell of your ear, “An altar is no place for a queen to be on her knees,” she kisses behind your ear, earning a shudder.

This is who she is now.

A queen blackened by sorrow.

[the-heartlines]

rhaenyramond drabble — aemond is queen rhaenyra's prisoner 🩸💎

[ride-thedragon]

Baela and Rhaena headcanons.(HOTD)

@princesssszzzz for the concept and idea. Our girls deserve much better.

Baela.

1. She loved both of her parents the same and tried to take after both of them.

2. The reason she's on Driftmark is because she genuinely missed her mother and wanted to be surrounded by the place where Laena would tell her stories about.

3. She's the person who had Jace learning High Valyrian in a day. She made a joke about it and now he's doing it to prove her wrong.

4. Daemon was the one who suggested her and Jace after seeing that when she was on Dragonstone they'd spend the most time together outside of Rhaena.

5. She prefers to sword fight with Luke to Jace because they both get really competitive.

6. She was convinced for a while that Rhaena would hatch a male dragon and that their dragons would make clutches.

7. She now thinks that Rhaena will have a female dragon, and when it starts to lay eggs with Moondancer, they'll trade them with each other's kids.

8. She didn't think she'd marry Jace until Rhaenys declared it.

9. Vaemond always found a way to correct her, but he'd also tell her the ways she reminded him of Laena. (They seemed close during the wedding)

10. She kept a loc in her hair for Pentos , her mother and Rhaena until Rhaenys convinced her to take it out

11. She was convinced that Moondancer would be rideable before Arrax and was devastated when she wasn't.

12. The only reason she hasn't cut her hair short is because she's scared she'll look less like Laena.

13. Laena is definitely the reason she took her locs out.

14. She has plans to take up Dark Sister after Daemon.

15. She's passively good at politics.

Rhaena

1. Her and Daemon reconciled on the whole hatching dragons issue they had, Daemon actually talked to her about claiming dragons on Dragonstone.

2. Rhaena got a maid from Driftmark to maintain her locs on Dragonstone.

3. She tends to fight with Jace a lot more than anyone. Especially when it comes to politics.

4. The reason Rhaena didn't go to Driftmark was because the thought of being their without her mother alongside her was too much.

5. She likes to ask the boys about Laenor because they almost always mention Laena.

6. Rhaena speaks High Valyrian, better than Jace and Luke. She also picked up the common tongue from the free cities.

7. Rhaena prefers materials from Pentos to the ones found in Westeros.

8. She goes more frequently than anyone else to look for Baela on Driftmark.

9. When they were younger, Baela had convinced her that the Iron Throne was the way it was described in the books.

10. She didn't talk to Rhaneyra or Daemon or the first year on Dragonstone. Luke acted as the messenger between Rhaena and her dad.

11. She used to go with Daemon to find clutches of eggs and chose both for her younger brothers.

12. She tends to 'style' her locs in whatever position they stay in to look 'presentable' with court styles, but it's a lot of hair that's typically just in two braids down her back.

13. She's read the entire Dragonstone library, including the correspondences between nobles (the ones the maesters allow).

14. She's slowly convincing Luke to learn to sail so he can teach her in a more appropriate way but he gets sea sick.

15. Daemon and Rhaenys carry her from island to island when she doesn't want to go on a boat.

Both

1. Daemon had to sit both of them down and tell them not to ask if the boys were "actually" Velaryons.

2. They have entire conversations in Low Valyrian that only Daemon understands but never asks them to translate.

3. Rhaena took more to Joffery than her brothers while Baela is more hands on with them.

4. Rhaenyra tried to fill the maternal space at first, but they all preferred the relationship where she treated them like young ladies who she cares for and honors their mother.

5. They aren't aware of Daeron (just like us) , they hear of him in passing but have never actually met him.

6. They tend to side with each other rather than anyone else, especially when either of them are surely wrong.

7. They both tend to correct Rhaenyra and / or give her council when it comes to certain decisions. She never corrected them.

8. They both planned on naming their first daughters, Laena.

9. Rhaenys canonically corrected them both into saying Velayron correctly.

(I love the interview with Eve)

10. Rhaena was terrified when Rhaenyra was giving birth to Aegon, and Baela was distant with everyone for a few months later.

11. Neither of them like King's Landing, it's a nasty place.

12. They both don't prefer Valyrian customs, mostly weddings though.

13. Rhaenys obviously favors Baela and Rhaena, so whenever they go to Driftmark, they ask her to pick out three trinkets to give the boys.

14. Rhaena and Luke always point out when Baela and Jace mimick each other, and Baela and Jace mock the expression Luke and Rhaena share.

15. Baela is more casually political, where Rhaena is very hands-on with politics. Baela had to learn and develop her understanding with Rhaenys, where Rhaena was naturally inclined and argumentative. They also genuinely thought if they had to marry Jace and Luke, that Rhaena would marry Jace, and Luke would wed Baela, just based on their general personalities and where they stayed.

16. Rhaenys tried and failed to get them into the Baratheon style we saw Laena in during the wedding and in Pentos. They both hated it for different reasons.

[avidread3r]

Hotd prompt?

♤

Imagine Reader walking into the throne room mindlessly with her nose in a book, unaware of a group of little baby dragons toddling after her. It isn't until she hears a snicker that she stops and looks up, confused as to why everyone staring at her amused.

She feels something bump into her leg with a little oof, looks behind her to see the creatures gazing around the room with curiosity. She's a wee embarrased as this isn't the first time but no matter what she does they somehow always find their way to her.

AHHH! i just love dragons sm and wittle baby ones 🥺😍

someone write this pls 🙈

[meraxesmoon]

i think daemon's bastard little girl really hates her father (because this man is really a stupid) but with rhaenyra she would be soft without realizing it

as if she told daemon to go to hell and then decided that she wants to go flying with grandpa balerion, but she realizes that if she goes with her hair down it will probably get tangled and then it will be ugly, so being a bit harsh she asks to Rhaenyra to help with her hair

And Rhaenyra would be happy to braid her hair!!!!

Rhaenyra desperately wanted a little girl, so she was so happy when Daemon brought his daughter to Dragonstone. Rhaenyra, though, understands that (Name) won't warm up to them immediately, and I think that she would be the most patient with (Name) after she was brought to Dragonstone.

Rhaenyra is absolutely dying to do domestic things with her new daughter, though! She wants to experience mother-daughter bonding with (Name), despite the fact that she isn't (Name)'s actual mother. It becomes so painful for Rhaenyra when she realizes that she will never have a daughter, but that pain was alleviated with (Name)'s arrival. Nyra just wants to dote on her sweet girl, despite how hesitant (Name) is when it comes to her new family.

As for (Name), she misses her mother dearly, and she absolutely resents Daemon from taking her away from her true family. However, she doesn't hold the same hatred for the rest of the Targaryen's on Dragonstone. I feel like she would be especially close with Lucerys, Joffrey, and Rhaena. She doesn't hate them and treats them cordially. However, she has an odd dynamic with Rhaenyra the first few weeks after being basically kidnapped. (Name) is fearful that her father's wife is trying to replace her mother, but eventually she just starts seeing her as Rhaenyra, the future queen.

Rhaenyra absolutely spoils her new daughter, too!

She loves getting dresses specifically made for (Name) and seeing how the fabric looks so cute on her. Rhaenyra especially loves doing (Name)'s hair and loves when the sky is clear because she knows (Name) will be going on a ride with Balerion. I feel like Rhaenyra and Alicent probably did each other's hair when they were younger, so it's definitely bittersweet for her :(

Anyway, this is just how Rhaenyra bonds with her daughter <3

[writingsofwesteros]

Ohhhhhhhhhh you are amazing.

Okay okay I got this.

Can request : Dom Harwin and Dom Rhaenyra, sub alicents younger sister.

Very kinky sex they make sure Otto and Alicent can hear her moaning.

When they are out. They make sure it is known that she is there's.

Thanks

Xxx

AN: Hi , I hope you like it x

NSFW

Once upon a time, you would have been embarrassed by the cries of pleasure escaping you so loudly. But now, you could hardly think. Not when Harwin’s fat cock was stuffed so deep inside your weeping pussy. All you could do was bounce. “Good girl..such a good little slut.” He purred up at you.

“Fuck, she’s a beauty.” Rhaenyra purred into your ear. Gods, for a moment you had forgotten…forgotten the plan they had formed. “Going to fill you up so good.” She began to nibble on your neck as your eyes flashed open at the feel of her strap brushing against your well lubed arse.

“Nyra…nyra…I …” You were shaking on Harwin’s cock that never stopped thrusting inside you as her chuckles echoed into your ear. “Oh..baby, you can take anything we give, can’t you?” She hummed as her hands slowly moved around your body. Her hands greedily palming at your bouncing breasts.

You could hardly speak. Your eyes were blown out and in a haze as you whimpered. Harwin watched with his hands resting on your hips and easily guiding you. “Good girl…our good girl.” Rhaenyra purred as she pinched your nipples. The act had your soaked pussy clamping around Harwin.

The head of her strap pushed against your entrance and you began to shake some more. “Fuck, she feels good…take her.” Harwin ordered and roughly he pulled you down. Your soft, ample breasts brushed against his chest and in that moment; Rhaenyra pushed inside and impaled you.

Your screams echoed as the both of them kept a fast and hard pace. Rhaenyra’s fingers brushed over your wet pussy; slipping and pinching your clit as his fat head pushed against your spongy spot. “Oh…oh god” You cried out; creaming around them both but their thrusts continued.

You practically collapsed onto him. Their chuckles echoed as you moaned nonsense. Their names falling from your lips before Harwin roughly cupped your face. His lips were soon passionately capturing your own. His larger tongue danced with yours as he quickly jerked his hips.

“Who would have thought Otto’s precious daughter would take two cocks?” Rhaenyra continued to tease. Her smirk firmly in place as she watched you lose control. Her hands roughly palmed at your cheeks; spreading them open to watch the erotic display in front of her. Harwin’s cock moving in and out just as she did.

He had a ring of cream forming and it only had Rhaenyra more aroused as she rested on top of you. You shivered and jolted with each one of their movements. “So full..” You whimpered out; tightening around them both as your eyes were rolling back once more. “Do you like it?” Harwin purred into your ear.

“Yes..yes, i love it..” You whimpered out; his lips soon on you. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and soon he was cumming inside you. Rhaenyra continued as your pussy clamped; milking him and causing Harwin to groan as your own stomach was tightening once more with the pleasure they were giving you.