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not that much of a dune girlie but THIS FIC IS SO HOT 🥵🥵🥵 EVERYONE DROP YOUR PANTIES AND GO READ ANOTHER ONE OF BEL’S MASTERPIECES NOW

"Princess" - Feyd Rautha x Reader

Summary: Feyd Rautha makes it his mission to seduce you, the innocent younger sister of Princess Irulan.

TW: DUBCON, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, physical violence/death (not any main character), primal kink, blood kink, knife kink, breeding kink, oral f receiving, size kink, tummy bulge, creampie, p in v sex, unprotected sex, feyd rautha has black cum pass it on, overstim, corruption kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity

Word Count: 3,500

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dune characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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The task was simple. Seduce one of the Emperor’s daughters. Feyd waits at the landing pad, standing just beside his uncle. After the Emperor disembarks, Feyd sees who he assumes to be Princess Irulan. She approaches him, a smile on her pretty face. She doesn’t seem averse to his pleasantries, so the young Harkonnen thinks his plan may go more smoothly than he initially anticipated. However, he is thrown for a loop when he sees you.

You are every bit Irulan’s opposite, except in beauty. Yours rivals hers, if not outshining her entirely. But you seem shy, keeping your distance from him and offering nothing more than the necessary pleasantries. You are so sweet looking, with bright doe eyes, full soft lips. Your father introduces you to the Harkonnens and you dip into a low curtsy, showing your respect though you keep your eyes averted, not meeting his gaze.

“Baron Vladimir. Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha. It is an honor.”

Your voice is pleasant, like honey in his ears. Your dulcet tones are a welcome change for him. Feyd regards you curiously, the way you shrink behind your sister and father, content to dwell in their shadows. You are a shy one. He’s not sure he’s ever met anyone as shy as you. And it makes him want to peel that away, to see what lies beneath. He wants that more than anything he’s ever wanted in his life. The Baron announces that Feyd is to escort you and Irulan around Arrakis. Before Feyd can say anything, he sees you turn to the Emperor.

“Father, I am quite tired from our journey. The heat is getting to me, I believe-”

Yes, Feyd is feeling the effect of it too, his blood turning to lava the longer he looks at you. He watches as the Emperor fixes you with a stern look, telling you that it is rude if you do not accompany your host. You quickly nod, ever the dutiful princess, walking to stand beside Feyd, Irulan on his arm. He watches this with amusement, offering his arm to you, but you pretend not to notice, walking with your hands clasped in front of you.

Your first stop is the spice refinery. Irulan seems utterly bored standing in the shade as you all watch the workers go about their business. You, on the other hand, seem intrigued by the spice production, weaving your way through the factory, speaking to the workers. Feyd’s gaze follows you as you walk, unaware of the effect you have on those around you. He sees the way the men’s eyes move along your body, your dress clinging to you as you begin to perspire from the heat, a thin sheen of sweat covering you as you continue marveling at the refinery. Irulan notices this and immediately drags you away by the arm.

Feyd hears her scolding you, while you remain baffled as to what it is you’ve done, “Wha- Irulan, I didn’t do anything…”

He bites back the urge to laugh at your oblivious nature, the pout on your sweet lips as the three of you leave the refinery for the arena being almost irresistible. It’s almost sickening, how innocent you are, how sweet you are. You look at the arena, your voice low, almost… Frightened.

“What is this place, my lord?”

You’re driving him crazy, calling him by his title so sweetly.

Feyd responds with a smile, though there is no kindness behind it, his voice a low rasp, “The gladiator pit.”

“Gladiator pit?” You repeat nervously, “You mean…”

His smile turns cruel as he leans in to whisper, almost conspiratorially, “It’s a place where men fight to the death, Princess.”

You look at him, entirely bewildered as you question, “For what purpose?”

“For the entertainment of the people.”

He watches the horrified expression that slowly colors your face. It’s that purity, that inherent goodness in you that he desires to corrupt so badly. It stirs something deep inside him. He watches as you blurt out that the whole thing is barbaric, going silent when your sister shushes you. You glower at her as the three of you take your seats, Feyd sitting between the two of you. The whole thing seems to bore Irulan, and Feyd wonders if your sister finds anything interesting. You, on the other hand, seem repulsed. One of your hands grips at the armrest of your chair while the other covers your mouth as you watch the two former Atreides soldiers fight to the death. Feyd is equal parts enthralled by the fight itself and your reaction to it. His body grows hot as he watches hide your face when the fallen gladiator’s corpse is carted away.

Feyd decides to shake things up, standing up and volunteering for the next fight. Your eyes go wide as you turn his way and you speak quietly, uttering something about feeling light-headed, needing to lie down. It fills him with confidence and excitement, a wave of lust surging through his body as he shakes his head.

“Princess, this will be over before you know it. Don’t leave without me. You won’t be able to find your way back.”

He can feel your gaze on him as he fights. He glances over at you, seeing your expression twist into equal parts horror and intrigue. Feyd knows he’s as graceful as he is brutal, as ferocious as he is beautiful. It likely sickens you, the way he beats his opponent into the ground, adrenaline flooding his veins, his thirst for blood only surpassed by his thirst to show you what he’s capable of. By the end of the battle, blood covers his face, though none of it is his own. As he walks back toward you, he wipes it away, thanking Irulan for her congratulations, while you look as if you’re about to be sick. He stares at you and your sister elbows you, giving you a sharp glare.

“Well fought, my lord,” you manage to mumble.

Your praise, no matter how forced or insincere, is music to his ears. You refuse to meet his gaze, eyes trained on the floor as the three of you begin to make your way back.

When you reach the palace, Irulan declares that she has something she needs to do and begins walking away. Feyd smirks to himself, watching you grab her hand pleadingly, saying that it’s almost time for dinner, that the two of you should go get ready together. Irulan is dismissive, seemingly wanting to be rid of you and go off on her own. You watch her, dejected and abandoned as she disappears from sight, leaving you alone with Feyd. He moves closer to you, resting his hands on your shoulders, startling you as he presses his front up against your back.

You turn to face him, doing your best to sound calm as you request, “Would you mind having one of your servants show me the way to my chambers, my lord? I would like to rest before dinner.”

“No, I will walk you myself, Princess. I’d like to show you something along the way.”

You swallow thickly, but nod nevertheless and begin to walk alongside him. You do your best to keep a distance, but fail as he pulls you against his side, his arm still wrapped around you, fingers stroking the warm, bare skin of your shoulder. He can feel you trembling against him as you speak.

“What was it you wished to show me, my lord?”

“Why, my chambers of course,” he replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You let out a nervous laugh, one that is entirely forced as you reply, “Is that appropriate? I really think I ought to go to my own chambers, my lord. Thank you for taking my sister and I to the refinery and the arena, but I’m quite tired-”

“I don’t think you are,” he says, his voice colored with both playfulness and an unmistakable hint of malice as he rounds on you, standing before you and cutting off your path, “I think you wanted me to walk you to your chambers so we could be alone.”

You look up at him, shocked at the insinuation and shake your head, your lower lip trembling slightly, “My lord, I assure you, I am indeed tired-”

His hands move to grip your waist, pulling you flush up against him, his hold unrelenting as he smirks, “Is that so? Perhaps I can help you relax. After all, the bed in my chambers is so much more comfortable than yours…”

Feyd wants to curse his bad luck when he hears the Baron’s voice calling out to him. In the split second that he diverts his attention from you, you break out of his hold and run down the hall. It takes Feyd a split second to decide to ignore his uncle in lieu of sprinting after you. After all, was his mission not to seduce you? His uncle will understand.

Your footsteps echo through the corridors and he hears your breath, soft pants as you do your best to get as far away from him as possible. You may have had a head start, but this is Feyd Rautha. You never stood a chance running from him. Before you can open the door to your chambers, to safety, he grabs you by the wrist, tugging you to him so that you stumble against his chest. You struggle against him, thrashing about, even attempting to use the Voice.

“Let me go!”

Interesting. He only knew of Princess Irulan being trained in the ways of the Bene Gesserit, but apparently, so have you. He chuckles, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he pulls you closer to him.

“Your attempts to use the Voice are adorable, little one. Perhaps with practice, you might be able to succeed one day.”

“Let me go!” You try again, growing frustrated when it doesn’t work, letting out a cry of surprise as the Harkonnen hauls you over his shoulder, grinning as you question in a panic, “Where are you taking me??”

Feyd ignores your question, stalking the halls, making several turns before he arrives at the door to his chambers, kicking the door open. He locks it behind him before unceremoniously tossing you onto his plush bed, watching you scramble backward, trying to keep your distance from him.

“S-stay back!” He ignores your feeble command, advancing on you, crawling on top of you until you’re backed against the headboard, nowhere left to run. You glance around frantically before grabbing the blade on his nightstand, holding it out, your hand trembling as you repeat, “Stay back! I mean it!”

Feyd’s eyes flit down toward the blade you wield, darkened teeth revealed as his lips curl into his widest grin yet. He isn’t afraid of you. In fact, the thought that you tried to do this arouses him all the more, makes him want you all the more. He leans in closer, grabbing your wrist and pressing the blade to his throat.

“Go ahead, little one.”

He knows you won’t. Not his sweet princess, the one who nearly fainted at the sight of violence. You meet his gaze, looking between him and the knife, frozen. After a moment longer, he squeezes your wrist, just enough to make you drop the blade, grabbing it himself. He twirls it between his fingers. You stare up at him, eyes wide with fear as he traces your cheek with the blade, watching as you scrunch your eyes shut, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Please don’t kill me.”

“Kill you? Princess, that’s the last thing I want.”

Your confusion amuses him, as you question, “Then what do you want?”

He leans in close, dragging the blade along your jaw down to your throat, tracing your skin, his breath tickling your mouth as he whispers, “To possess you.”

“I’m betrothed, please, Lord Feyd-” You shake your head, your protests falling on deaf ears as he brings the blade up to your lips, tracing them.

“Your betrothed means nothing to me. I’m the greatest warrior in the known universe. And if I want you for myself, I will take you for myself.”

You gasp as he moves his tongue along your neck, tasting your skin, his teeth grazing against you as you whisper, “P-please, I’ve never-”

Feyd groans, your words, your innocence, your inexperience filling him with ecstasy. The power he holds over you, the ability to corrupt you, it’s nearly too much for him to bear.

“Have you ever been kissed before, Princess?”

You shake your head, your entire body trembling as you reply, meeting his gaze, “No…”

Feyd’s free hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you so close that his breath seeps into your own, his intense eyes locked with yours as he moves in closer and closer. You try to turn your face from him, but to little avail. His fingers knot themselves in your hair, holding you in place, his blade still pressed to your neck.

“You are meant for me, little one.”

You gasp as he presses his lips to yours. His kiss is bruising. Possessive. Hungry. And all the while, he keeps his blade to your throat, his hand in your hair, not letting you pull away. He senses the fear within you, and knowing he is the cause of it gives him a thrill he cannot describe.

When he finally pulls away to allow you to catch your breath, he admires his handiwork. Your lips are glossy and swollen, your chest heaving as you stare at him, doe eyes wide with shock. Feyd keeps his eyes on you as he moves the knife lower, to your shoulder, slicing open one of the straps of your dress. Before you can utter a word of protest, he slices open the other, practically ripping the fabric from your body to reveal your bare form to him. You move your arms to cover yourself, hiding your curves from his eyes. Feyd won’t have that. He grabs your wrists with his free hand that doesn’t hold his blade, pinning your arms above your head. Your breathing comes in soft, shallow pants, held hostage in his gaze as his eyes trail along your body. He smirks at the sight of your breasts, so round and full, your stomach, the small patch of curls that covers the paradise that lays between your thighs.

Feyd drags his knife down to your breast, making a small cut, reveling in the sharp inhale you take at the sting. His tongue immediately goes to lap at the wound, lips circling around your pert nipple, suckling at you, eyes still focused on you. He nips at your sensitive flesh, lips tinted red with your blood. You let out a soft moan at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, your muscles taut with tension at the pleasure you feel from his ministrations.

“Please…”

That tiny little whisper is enough to drive him mad. He moves to trail his lips down to your stomach, his tongue circling your navel, grinning at the way you squirm as he nibbles slightly. He moves further and further down, letting go of your arms, trusting that you realize resisting him is futile. He pushes your knees apart, grin widening at the sight of your folds, glistening with evidence of your arousal. You look at him, feeling horrified and humiliating, trying to close your legs. But Feyd snarls, the animalistic sound startling you, allowing him to shove your legs apart, biting down on the soft flesh of your inner thigh, soothing the pain with his tongue soon after.

“Don’t be embarrassed, little one. This only shows what I already knew. That you’re mine.”

“F-Feyd…”

Your breathy gasp turns into a wanton moan as he buries his tongue inside you. His grip on your thighs is almost bruising, his blade cool against your flesh as he licks and suckles at you, almost furiously. Your hips buck up against his lips, your entire body trembling as he fucks you with his tongue. You close your eyes, writhing with pleasure at the feel of his nose pressed flush against your little bundle of nerves, his tongue lapping at your slick folds. He can sense you’re close, with the way your cries grow higher in pitch, reaching a crescendo as you spill yourself on his tongue. But, greedy man that he is, he continues, lifting your thighs up over his shoulders, continuing to mouth at you, your keening moans spurring him on. The obnoxious groans he lets out, the slurping noises as he laps up your arousal, it makes him hard beyond belief.

When he’s finally had his fill, Feyd pulls back, a dirty grin on his lips, flipping his blade around so that the hilt is turned toward you. Before you know it, he’s pressing it against your sensitive pearl, watching as you whimper at the sensation, the swollen bud already overstimulated by his tongue, before pushing the hilt inside you. He chuckles, watching as you thrash against the bed, moving it in and out of you, listening to you whine and mewl his name, begging for him to stop, but pulling him back the moment he moves away from you. Feyd continues pumping the blunt instrument in and out of you until he sees your body go lax. He pulls the blade away, grinning at the way your juices now coat it, licking it clean.

“You’ve been so good for me, Princess,” Feyd rasps, “Now, let me reward you.”

You watch as he disrobes, his body pale and smooth with lean muscles, his cock long and thick. He slaps the fat head of his against your pearl repeatedly, making you cry out his name, the sensation being too much. And then, without warning, he pushes inside you. You moan his name, your legs wrapping around his waist as if by reflex as he sheathes himself inside you, letting out a hiss at how tight your walls squeeze him. Feyd takes a moment to admire the sight of the outline of his cock against your stomach, pressing down against it, reveling in the squeal you let out at the feeling. He pushes your knees to your chest, your ankles resting on his shoulders as he begins to rut against you.

You stare up at him, eyes pooling with tears, not from pain but from pleasure as he fucks into you, slamming his hips against yours over and over again, the fat head of his cock bullying against that spot deep inside you that has your toes curling, your breath catching in your throat. You lose all will to resist him, wondering why you wished to in the first place. Why do you care for whatever betrothal your father set forth for you? You know that no one will ever make you feel the way the man above you right now does, his cock splitting you open as he brings you to your peak.

He continues, gritting his teeth, mouthing at your breast, his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing furiously as he nears his end, feeling your walls clenching around him like a vice, knowing you’re already close once again.

“Come for me again, little one,” he snarls, “Come for me, Princess. You’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you full of my seed, going to fuck you till you beg for me to stop.”

“Please, Feyd…”

You gasp, your arms wrapping around his neck as his lips capture yours once again in a searing, heated kiss. Every thrust brings him closer to his end, the idea of breeding you, making you the lady of House Harkonnen…

He spills himself inside you, hot ropes of his seed painting your womb, feeling your body tighten around him, your own peak finding you moments later. Feyd pulls out of you as he softens, replaces his cock with his fingers, pushing his cum back inside of you, smirking at the sight of the black fluid painting your cunt, the way you quiver against his touch.

You lay there, gazing up at him as he lays on top of you, his hand caressing your face in a gesture that’s somewhat… Tender. Feyd’s traces your lips with his fingertips, something akin to a smile on his face as he admires you, the way you lay there beneath him. Though he’s taken your innocence, it would seem that he is still every bit as enraptured by you as he was the first moment he saw you.

Feyd leans in to kiss you once again, smirking against your lips as the door opens, the sound of your father’s gasp of horror, your sister’s surprise, and his uncle’s laughter filling the room.

Arrangements are quickly made and you, the second-born daughter of the Emperor, are wed to the mighty Feyd Rautha, future Baron of House Harkonnen.

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valleyof-goldenlilies · 4 months

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I think I need a dentist (preferably Aemond) now too because I got a cavity from how sweet and fluffy this one shot is 🥹🥹

would love love love to be added to your HOTD taglist, please! 💕💕

Snowfall Serenade [ONESHOT]

SUMMARY: Everyday, he steps into the little cafe for her easy smiles and free laughter - but he can never quite manage to gather the courage to ask her out. Soon enough, a dentist appointment gone wrong and a bit of the festive spirit finally pushes him to finally make a move.

PAIRING: Dentist!Aemond Targaryen x Cafe Owner!Reader [Modern AU]

WARNINGS: None! Tooth rotting fluff, Aemond being a nervous wreck is all I have lmao.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: What's this? A Christmas story from someone who has never celebrated Christmas or seen snow in her entire life? Ah well. This story is wacky and definitely miles different from the intense and sad stuff I'm inclined towards, and it is all thanks to this ask by @coffeeobsessedtrencher. The request was spun for my writing comfort.

I struggle with writing fluff so hard, but there's no better time to attempt a happy story than Christmas I suppose! Also - if I've gotten any of the holiday details wrong, please don't come at me, thanks! That being said, thanks to @sapphire-writes and @oneeyedvisenya for giving me the rundown on all things Christmas! Helped immensely to get me into the vibe.

Thanks to @targaryenrealnessdarling for the photo of Aemond in the moodboard - I looked about for a while but couldn't find anything that fit, so ended up blindly throwing hers in and it worked perfectly.

Also, Aemond drinks espresso because @ewanmitchellcrumbs and I have talked about it so much that it has now found a permanent place in my brain.

Lastly, to @humanpurposes my love, my everything, for giving the last lightest push to complete this by telling me that this is somewhat halfway decent. ily <3

Anyway, Merry Christmas to all of you who celebrate! Here's a little something to make you laugh, I hope!

No beta. This is a first draft. We die like men. GOODBYE.

WORD COUNT: 6.1k

TEXT DIVIDER by @saradika

“SORRY, WE’RE CLOSED!”

He opens the door to the cafe, completely disregarding the little signboard that marks the premises closed. The door is always open for him, he knows - and is eternally thankful for the same. The quaint cafe, just a stone's throw from his dental practice, has slowly grown to become his place of comfort. Now, he cannot go a day without spending time there.

“Even for me?” He murmurs, his voice carrying a playful, questioning manner that is too light for him, yet somehow his own.

The mingling scents of coffee, sweet cinnamon, chocolate and the savory notes of roasted vegetables and baked goods permeate the air as he opens the door. The cafe is adorned with twinkling fairy lights, wreaths, and tinsel, casting a soft and festive glow throughout the space. Tables are topped with red and green checkered cloth, and there's a cozy fireplace adorned with stockings and plush cushions. Winter is Coming to Town, the latest Christmas hit by teen sensation Sara Snow - a guilty pleasure of his - plays in the background, adding to the ambience.

Aemond steps in and takes off his gloves - he drops them into his coat pockets and keeps his hands there for warmth. She’s cleaning up the counters and has her back to him, and when she turns, she smiles.

“Well, perhaps I can take one more order for my favorite customer.” Her smile is sly and welcoming, and Aemond blushes at her tilted head - he blames it on the cold outside. “Hello doctor! Long day?”

“Festive season means more patients. Usually cousins with broken teeth from scuffles or just… freak accidents.” She lets her hands rest on the counter on either side of her, one of the hands clutching a crumpled cleaning rag. The first thing he picks up about her appearance are the stray hairs falling out of the printed mistletoe scrunchie she wears, and Aemond resists the urge to push them behind her ear.

She scrunches her face at the thought of children with bloody teeth and wipes off the last of the crumbs. “That sounds nasty.”

“It is.” He clasps his hands together as he waits for her to finish up, keeping himself from fiddling with his nails. He has his mother to thank for the habit. With a hand on her hip, she leans on the counter and asks, “Are you going to give any of my Christmas specials a chance tonight, or will it be the usual?”

He chuckles at her attempt to get him to buy into the spirit of the holiday. Aemond is tempted - his functional eye roves over the little black board that has the season’s specials written in red, white and green chalk, with little Christmas trinkets drawn around. Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Latte, Toasty Chestnut Caramel Cappuccino, Spiced Apple Tea -

“Spiced apple tea?”

“You told me about your mum’s spiced apple cake a while ago, so I experimented. I hope you don’t mind. It’s quite nice actually! Will you have a taste? I’ll make it extra special for you!” He lightly smiles, just at the corner of his lip, appreciating how she remembered the details. Then, he chuckles at the speed of her speech and the excitement in her words, leaving her slightly breathless.

“I’ll have the usual, please.” She groans dramatically, whipping her head back and letting hands flay around as she walks over to the espresso machine. He can’t help but laugh ever so slightly at the theatrics as he follows her movements.

“Triple espresso with seven sugars, coming right up! And may I just say, it is very peculiar that you’re asking your patients to not have much sugar for their teeth while pulling off this seven sugar stunt here with me.”

“I’m allowed my indulgences.”

“Are they indulgences if you have them everyday?”

He moves to get up. “Do I have to be harassed each time I want coffee? I hear there’s a new Starbucks nearby…” His words may seem curt and sound low, but his voice carries a playfulness that she recognizes well now.

“Oh sit down,” she playfully waves her hand at him, and he smiles - it’s all he’s capable of doing around her. He doesn’t say much - he never does - so she takes it upon herself to continue. The whirr of the machine is faint as she walks over to the display cases, catching his eye. “Anything to eat?” He does not miss how she’s pointedly looking at her Christmas specials, wiggling her eyebrows. He reads the names of the items off the little nameboards kept right next to them, matching the theme of the specials board.

Snowball almond cookies, Christmas tree brownies, red velvet cupcakes, fruit tart, Christmas quiche, holiday stuffed mushrooms -

“Chicken sandwich, please.” He grunts, but is very aware of the joke that it would become.

She slams her palm into her face at his blatant refusal to get into the spirit, and laughs. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were being disrespectful, Aemond.”

“I’m a man of habit, love.” He winks, and she is quick to turn away and blush as she assembles his sandwich.

You’re being so silly, it’s cute that you have a crush, Helaena had said once. That was months ago.

I do not, he had said. Clipped and curt, hoping his sister would stop squealing. He didn’t want to risk drawing her attention from where she stood, smiling at one of her customers.

Not one to let the momentum of the banter be lost, she takes it upon herself to continue the conversation. “Christmas is only a little more than a week away. I thought you’d have gone home by now, Aemond.” He steps closer to the counter and takes his usual seat at the corner, smiling at her. He keeps his lips tightly pursed, trying not to get his excitement at her saying his name seem obvious. “Got a flight for Christmas morning, very early. It’s not a long trip, I’ll be at Oldtown in a few hours.”

“Ugh, Christmas morning flights are stuffy and so chaotic, why would you put yourself through that? Were there no other tickets available for earlier flights?” She huffs a breath as she slices into a loaf of sourdough, the sounds of her knife grating at his ears, making him wince ever so slightly.

Somehow, telling her that there is no chaos or noise on the private family-owned jet that his mother is sending for him seems snobby.

“It’ll be alright. I could ask you the same. You’re still here?”

“Oh, uhm. My parents are coming to visit here, actually! Besides, Christmas is good business, and I’d like to be able to keep the cafe open for the day at least. Close up early and take them out to see the lighting of the tree at the Square. They’ve been wanting to visit King’s Landing for a long time.”

The smell of his obnoxiously sweet and strong coffee hits him as she brings it over along with his plate of food. She slides the mug and ceramic plate across to him, and then goes back to bring her own mug and settle in next to him. Eager to distract himself from the peculiar tingling in his stomach whenever she comes close, he bites into his sandwich.

“It’s good.” The subtly spiced filling is just the way he likes it, and he takes a second bite.

“It has to be if you keep coming back for it,” she says and winks. He freezes for just a moment, debating for a moment as to whether or not he should tell her that it’s her that he keeps coming back for.

Her face flushes red as the heat from her espresso warms her tongue. They drink in silence as he recalls the day he’d first stepped in here, when his assistant had taken the day off and he’d been so angry that he’d chosen to take a walk and get his hot drink on his own.

It was an instant crush. She’d smiled at him, and he’d felt his tongue failing him as he stumbled through getting the words out for his order. She’d guided him through the menu with the patience of a saint, and by the time he’d left, he was determined to get his own coffee from then on. More than a year later, he’d become good friends with her and spent at least an hour a day with her, making himself at home in what they have now come to recognize as his chair.

In the past year, he’s had the words at the tip of his tongue many times. Can I take you out? It should be easy, so very easy. And yet, somehow, he never manages to say them out loud for her to hear. He’s watched her go on dates and come back not wanting to meet any of them a second time, and each time he breathes a sigh of relief. He couldn't stand the overwhelming jealousy he felt whenever she talked about a planned date. On the flip side, there was a sense of calm when he learned that things hadn't worked out. But how long before she meets someone that she likes?

He wants to. He really wants to, but he simply can’t. Funny how that works.

He swallows and licks his lips to rid himself off the sticky residue and looks at her. Desperate for a distraction from his own flustered thoughts, he sighs. She brings a hand up mid-air, remembering something as she nods and sets her mug on the counter. “Hey! By the way, the appointment with you that I had scheduled for after the holidays…” He sips his coffee and holds onto the mug for warmth before she goes on. “Apparently, one of your patients postponed their appointment so your receptionist asked if I could prepone mine.”

“Did she now?” He’d always been the one coming to her, and the thought of her coming to him has had him flustered ever since she made an appointment with him. Now, the possibility of it being closer than ever dawns on him, and he resists the urge to blush. Using his best unbothered tone, Aemond mutters, “When is it?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

He does not miss the nervous way in which her tongue pokes at the inside of her cheek. “Alright?”

“Yeah, just…” She chuckles, looking away from him. “Don’t laugh at me, but I’ve… I’ve always been scared of going to the doctor. Even if it’s just a consultation.” She giggles in embarrassment and then continues, running a hand over her mouth. “I know this is an elective procedure, so I’m literally asking for it even though there’s no need… but it’s still daunting to think of.”

“Hm… It’s not so bad. You’ll be fine,” he says. His free hand closes around hers in reassurance, and it amazes him how it fits right in his. He catches her eye and she smiles at him, the warmth of her going straight to his heart. “Well, if it’s the best dentist in the city, I suppose I’m in good hands.”

With their proximity, and the way she’s looking at him - all smiles and genuine adoration - it is very easy for him to believe that they’re together. But the truth is that he’s not even bold enough to take her out to dinner, and reality crashes onto him quickly when she stares at their conjoined hands with a red face. He lets go of her hand and clears his throat, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment. She looks down, and he catches her continuing to blush by the corner of his good eye. At a loss for words, Aemond clears his throat once more and gets up to leave, settling his bill.

There is a moment when he catches her eye as she fetches his change, where he seriously considers blurting out his invitation to take her out.

It would be simple, so simple.

Her fingertips graze at his palm as she gives him the money and they stand, completely at a loss as to what to do. If he were a less careful man, he’d have chased after her touch. It’s embarrassing how quickly he melts, worse how despite the freezing temperatures outside, it is the absence of contact that actually makes him feel cold. “So, I… suppose I’ll see you at your appointment then,” he says. His hands clench mid-air before he pushes them into his coat pockets, and then he makes a move.

“Yes, you will!” She smiles just as brightly and widely as she always does, and the yearning in his chest only increases tenfold before it beats itself into oblivion again. She looks at him expectantly, almost as though she’s waiting for him to say something more, but a silent good night is all he can manage as he all but runs out.

THE DAY ARRIVES FASTER THAN AEMOND ANTICIPATES.

As he stands in his pristine dental office, clad in his customary white coat, he can't shake off the unusual nervousness that has gripped him. He glances at the clock, realizing that she should be arriving any moment now. He adjusts his glasses and takes a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in his stomach as he taps his foot on the leg rest of his desk, incessantly.

The slow opening of the door announces her entrance, and Aemond looks up to see her step in. She wears a faint smile, but there's a tension in her shoulders that doesn't go unnoticed by him - he’s never seen her look so on edge. He greets her with what he hopes is a warm smile, motioning for her to take a seat in the dental chair.

"Good afternoon. How are you feeling today?" he asks, his usual calm demeanor somewhat shaken by his own nerves. She hesitates for a moment before answering, "A bit nervous, I guess. I've never been a fan of visiting the doctor. Not even if it’s you," she says, the last sentence more playful than the rest.

Aemond nods understandingly, making a mental note to tread carefully. "No need to worry. I assure you it's quick and painless."

She nods, but the tension lingers. Aemond, sensing her discomfort, decides to explain the procedure in more detail, hoping it will ease her nerves. However, as he delves into the technicalities, he notices her fidgeting, her eyes darting around the room.

Realization hits him, and he stops mid-sentence. "You seem a bit more on edge than usual. Is everything okay?" he inquires gently.

She sighs, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know. I guess I just can't shake off the nerves. I hate the thought of someone poking around in my mouth."

Aemond nods sympathetically. "I understand. It's perfectly normal to feel that way. Tell you what, to make this a more comfortable experience for you, how about we use some nitrous oxide? It's commonly known as laughing gas. It'll help you relax during the procedure, and you might even find it a bit amusing."

Her eyes light up with a mix of curiosity and relief. "Really? That sounds... actually, that sounds like it might help."

Aemond prepares the nitrous oxide mask, explaining the process as he goes. As he gently places it over her nose, he can't help but notice her tension fading away, replaced by a subtle tranquility. The corners of her lips twitch into a small smile, and Aemond realizes that maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Alright, just take deep breaths through your nose," he instructs as he starts the procedure. As the nitrous oxide takes effect, she begins to giggle softly. Aemond can't help but smile a little, relieved to see her at ease.

As he works through her teeth, he takes one moment to look into her eye, only to catch her staring at him already. She’s chuckling now, but he knows very well that she’d have turned away in all her bashfulness if she was a bit more aware of what she’s doing. The laughing gas seems to have left her feeling uninhibited, but he’s not complaining. He quite likes it when she’s carefree and laughing, a stark contrast to the tensed girl that walked into the room moments ago.

She continues to stare before sighing after a loud laugh and saying, “You have a really pretty face, Aemond.” Aemond's cheeks flare up in a deep shade of crimson as he processes her unexpected compliment. The dental instruments in his hand momentarily forgotten, he glances down at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. The air in the room is filled with the hum of the equipment and the occasional soft laughter escaping her lips.

She notices his sudden shyness and teases, "Aw, Aemond, don't tell me you're blushing! Do you not get told you’re pretty often? It’s a crime, you should be! I mean, look at you!" Her laughter continues, the effects of the laughing gas making her more candid with each passing moment.

Aemond tries to regain his composure, but her unfiltered praise catches him off guard. "Well, I... I appreciate the compliment. It's just, uh, not something I hear often," he admits, his voice slightly awkward.

It’s a lie. He's well aware of what the magazines and Page Six articles suggest. "Targaryen heir lives a private life away from the boardroom, and he's a sight for sore eyes," one wrote. Despite maintaining a comfortable distance from such papers, he never anticipated being confronted by them today, especially not from her. The fact that she's sharing it with her guard down only amplifies the impact, as it suggests she has likely pondered over it for a while.

She thinks he’s handsome. It makes him blush more than it should.

She grins mischievously, "Well, you should! You're like a real-life prince charming!” Aemond nervously continues with the task at hand, his blush refusing to fade. "I'm just a dentist, really. Nothing special."

She shakes her head, her eyes sparkling with sincerity - he holds her still by the side of her neck to continue the procedure. "No, seriously. You have this whole mysterious thing going on.” She looks at him like he holds up the sun, and Aemond finds that he wants for her to admire him, to think of him as handsome, to like him. He does not want to egg her on, but he certainly is intrigued about seeing himself through her eyes.

She does not disappoint.

As Aemond resumes, he can't shake off the lingering warmth from her earlier compliment. Her giggles persist, and she takes another moment to admire his work, her eyes studying his features. The effects of the laughing gas seem to have turned her into an open book, and she doesn't hold back in expressing her thoughts.

"Your nose is so cute, Aemond. I mean, really. It's like perfectly sculpted or something. Like you were made by a plastic surgeon, rather than God…" she says with a dreamy smile, her fingers reaching up to lightly tap the tip of his nose. Aemond, already blushing from her previous praise, simply nods in resigned acceptance - he’ll never admit to enjoying this.

She giggles, her laughter contagious and beautiful as he struggles to keep his feet on the ground. "It's one of those noses you'd see in those fancy magazines. I bet it makes all the other noses out there so jealous." His cheeks flush deeper, and he focuses on his work, trying to maintain a semblance of professionalism. However, she's not done yet.

"And those cheekbones! Seriously, how do you get them so defined? Do you do facial exercises or something?" she asks, her eyes wide with wonder.

Aemond, flustered by the unexpected attention to his facial structure, manages a modest response, "I... I guess they're just natural."

Her laughter rings out again. "Lucky bastard! You've got the kind of cheekbones people would kill for. I know I would."

As he continues, she shifts her attention to his jawline, her gaze lingering appreciatively. "And your jawline, Aemond, it's like it was chiseled by the gods. Seriously, do you moonlight as a model?"

He chuckles nervously, "No."

Her compliments keep flowing, each one causing Aemond's blush to deepen. "And your teeth! I mean, of course, they're perfect, you're a dentist. But seriously, Aemond, you've got a killer smile, in the rare times that you do smile. It's dazzling. I always think you’re very pretty when you smile."

Aemond, now practically squirming from where he stands, mumbles a shy acknowledgment. "Thanks, I do try to take care of my teeth." She leans back, her eyes flickering mischievously. "And those lips! Ever consider a career in lip modeling? They're so... plump. In a good way, I swear. And soft too!"

Aemond, completely caught off guard, stammers, "I, uh, never thought about it.”

She laughs, "Well, consider it. Your lips deserve a spotlight. Made to be kissed, really. You should kiss me!" The words hit him like a freight train as he struggles to hold onto his professionalism.

She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to-

“And those eyes…” She trails off, her gaze focusing on his eyes. He shifts uncomfortably, his insecurity about his mismatched pair of prosthetic and natural eyes resurfacing. However, before he can voice any self-doubts, she surprises him. "Your eyes are the prettiest thing about you, Aemond. I mean it. I could look at them all day. Blue and violet… they're like different galaxies or something," she gushes, her words carrying a genuine admiration that resonates with him.

For years, he’s been terribly insecure about his eyes. He wore a patch for a long time until he got his prosthetic eye, and even then, the mismatched pair always reminded him of the bitter night when he lost his eye in a freak scuffle with his nephew. It’s always been a sore subject - until now.

He never quite considered that anyone would think his eyes to be beautiful.

Aemond, taken aback by her heartfelt words, finally meets her gaze. Her eyes, dilated from the laughing gas, hold a warmth that reaches beyond anything he had ever thought capable.

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice touched with a mix of gratitude and newfound confidence. The fluttering in his stomach grows with each moment as he finds his footing. She grins widely, oblivious to the impact of her words on him. "No need to thank me. Just stating the truth. You should really hear these things more often, Aemond. You're amazing…. Amazingly attractive. Hot, really. Very hot. You must have girls throwing themselves over you… is that why you never ask me out?"

He doesn’t respond at all, the conversation veering from what he deemed appropriate for his workplace. But the wheels in his head turned, turned and turned.

Did she want to go out with him? Was she only waiting for him to make the first move? Had he wasted all this time being held back when he could have been dating her?

The remainder of the dental procedure unfolds with a surreal mix of professional precision and underlying tension. Aemond, still grappling with the revelation that she might have been waiting for him to make a move all along, navigates the delicate balance between his role as her dentist and the unexpected yet definitely welcome personal turn their interaction has taken. As he completes the procedure with expert finesse, the air in the room has undoubtedly shifted. Her laughter rings out and he helps her rise from the dental chair, offering a few reassuring words about aftercare and the success of the procedure.

Still under the influence of laughing gas, she leans into him, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she suggests, "You should kiss me."

Aemond's heart skips a beat in response to her words, his own desire mirroring her invitation. However, the ethical dilemma weighs on his mind. Despite the tempting suggestion, he's aware that she's not sober. While she might desire this moment enough to ask for it while uninhibited, the likelihood of her remembering it later is uncertain.

Just as the moment teeters on the edge of a decision, the opening door heralds the arrival of an unexpected interruption. A familiar waitress from her cafe steps in, her presence accompanied by a burst of laughter and vibrant energy. She rushes over to the girl, sharing a conspiratorial glance with Aemond.

"Hey there! Ready to go?" the waitress chirps, linking arms with her.

Aemond, caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, nods with a polite smile. "Yes, she's all set. Just follow the post-procedure instructions, and if you have any concerns, don't hesitate to call."

The girl, still giggling, nods in agreement. "Absolutely, Doctor… Aemond! Thanks for taking care of me!"

As they exit the dental practice together, the door closes behind them, muffling the sound of her laughter. Aemond rubs a hand over his mouth and jaw, feeling the lingering warmth that she leaves in her wake. The possibilities hang in the air, leaving Aemond with a mix of satisfaction and longing, knowing that the next move rests in his hands.

THE NEXT FEW DAYS ARE A BLUR.

In the days that follow, Aemond finds himself on edge, eagerly anticipating her return to her cafe, yearning for another chance encounter. However, it seems that the universe is completely against him. Each time he goes to get his coffee, she is nowhere to be seen. The staff, usually chatty and eager to talk, evade his questions with vague responses.

His impatience grows with each passing day, and the absence of her presence becomes increasingly unsettling. Aemond's thoughts oscillate between the lingering memory of her asking to kiss him and the frustration of not being able to find her again.

He hears snippets of conversations about her, catching glimpses of her through the cafe window or on the street, but every time he tries to approach, she slips away like a fleeting dream. Aemond begins to question whether their shared moment under the influence of laughing gas was merely a product of her altered state of mind or his hallucinations. With how she’s avoiding him, he is quite open to thinking that he imagined it all.

As he considers the possibility of rejection, self-doubt gnaws at him. The more he reflects on their interaction, the more he convinces himself that she never meant any of those words. Was it all just the effect of the laughing gas, a whimsical fantasy that had no basis in reality?

Aemond's pining intensifies as he misses their conversations, the easy banter that once flowed effortlessly between them. He replays their time together in the dental chair, the compliments that seemed too good to be true. It leaves him wondering if he had missed a window of opportunity - if he had hesitated for too long.

One day, he spots her walking down the street from a distance. Heart pounding, he quickens his pace to catch up. Just as he's about to call out her name, however, she turns a corner and disappears from sight. Aemond is left standing on the bustling sidewalk, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face.

The next day, he decides to take matters into his own hands. As he enters the cafe, he spots her sitting alone at a table, lost in thought. The place is empty save for them both, and he is thankful for the space they’ll have. Determination replaces his hesitation as he approaches her, ready to face the music.

"Hey," he says, a mixture of nerves and hope in his voice.

She looks up, surprised and something else flickering in her eyes. Aemond takes a deep breath, pushing aside his doubts. It's time to find out if she really liked him after all.

“Haven’t seen you around lately,” he says. He doesn’t want to say too much and scare her, so he takes it light and easy, just as they’ve always been. She looks flustered in his presence, and he wonders for a moment if he is genuinely welcome. But then, she pushes her hair aside from her face and tucks it behind her ear before she offers him a nervous smile, and he knows. She may be hesitant, but she’s certainly open to talk.

"Yeah, I've been busy," she responds, her voice slightly shaky. "We’re nearing Christmas so… bigger crowds. They want to try the specials, unlike someone." Aemond chuckles and then nods, a sympathetic smile on his face. "I get it, but I’ve missed you. You always… brighten up my day."

Her cheeks flush at his words, and she glances away momentarily. Aemond notices the subtle shift in her demeanor, and a quiet confidence begins to grow within him. Maybe, just maybe, she missed their interactions as much as he did. Maybe he wasn’t wrong to assume that she liked him back after all.

“Come sit.”

She gestures to the chair opposite hers, an invitation he gladly accepts. Aemond settles into the seat, their eyes locking for a moment before she breaks the gaze, a hint of vulnerability showing through. They sit in a brief, somewhat awkward silence, both seemingly hesitant to dive into the unspoken tension that hangs in the air. Aemond decides to break the ice, "So, about the other day at the clinic..."

Her eyes widen a fraction, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity flashing across her face. "Oh, that. I'm so sorry. I can't believe I said that. It was the laughing gas, you know? I didn’t mean to put you on the spot or anything." Aemond leans forward, his tone gentle and reassuring, "No need to apologize. No harm done."

She looks down, her fingers playing with the rim of her coffee mug. "I made a complete fool of myself. I must have embarrassed you."

Aemond reaches across the table, placing a comforting hand over hers. "No, not at all. I promise. I'm a dentist; I've seen this many times before. You didn’t embarrass me. In fact, I was more concerned about how you were feeling afterward." She meets his gaze, and a flicker of gratitude crosses her eyes. "You're too kind, Aemond. I should have been more careful."

His thumb gently rubs circles on the back of her hand. "You have nothing to worry about. Besides, it's a funny story. We can laugh about it now, right?"

She manages a small smile, a warmth spreading through the air as their hands rest together on the table. Aemond finds himself caught in the moment, feeling victorious at having made a breakthrough after days of radio silence.

He’s missed her smile, and it warms him up entirely now that it’s back. "Thank you for being so understanding," she says, her eyes meeting his gaze once more. "I thought you wouldn’t want to see me after all I said.” Aemond smirks, “Seven Hells! If anything, I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I missed you."

A genuine smile graces her lips. "Really? I thought you'd find me ridiculous."

He squeezes her hand lightly, "Not in the slightest.” She glances at their entwined hands, a softness in her gaze. "I've been avoiding you, haven't I? I’m sorry about that. I just didn't have it in me to face you just yet."

Aemond chuckles, "Well, things got a bit weird, but not in a bad way. I promise. And if I may be honest, I've been going crazy trying to find you. I was worried you might be upset about what happened."

She bites her lip, "I was upset, but not at you. Just at myself. I let things get out of hand."

“Well. Suppose we’re good now?”

“I’d like that very much.” Her gaze softens, and she finally exhales, as if releasing a weight she'd been carrying. Aemond can't help but feel a surge of contentment. As they continue to talk and laugh, the world around them fades into the background. Despite the initial awkwardness, they are rediscovering the easy bond they share, and they are both grateful. And yet, the persistent question of their feelings for each other continues to rack his brain.

She offers to make him his ridiculously sweet coffee, and everything falls back into place as he shifts to his chair by the counter. She’s humming along the tunes as he watches her, calm and in her element as she reaches for the mug that he likes. She’s never looked prettier to him than when she’s comfortable and doing what she loves.

He could ask her out now, he knows. She made her feelings clear that day at the clinic, even though they never addressed it now. He knows now in his heart that if he were to ask, she’d say yes.

She brings him his coffee, and the chill of the snow makes him drink it as fast as he can, mug warming his hands comfortably. She joins him with her own mug, and when they’re both done with their hot drinks, they sit in a comfortable silence.

The tempo slows, mirroring the gentle descent of snowflakes outside, and he extends his hand towards her. He’s not so good with his words, but the sincerity in his gaze conveys a silent invitation that he hopes she would accept. She meets his touch, a subtle flush warming her cheeks, and with a questioning lift of her eyebrow, she accepts his offered hand, intrigued.

They sway to the slow rhythm of Snowfall Serenade, yet another Sara Snow Christmas hit - the world outside fading into the background as they create their own little world. The cafe's ambient lights cast a soft glow, and the music brings warmth and comfort to the pair that’s been a long time coming. He leads their slow dance with a touch of uncertainty, but with every step, they grow in confidence.

With their bodies so close that neither knows where one ends and the other begins, he finds that he quite likes having her with him, like this. With simply each other and no one else. It’s taken them so many shy encounters and quiet smiles to get here, but neither of them would do it any differently. She takes his breath away as her hands lock around his neck, coming into contact with his spun silver hair. The gooseflesh that arises in the wake of her touch only empower him further, but before he can let the words tumble out of his mouth, she beats him to it.

“I meant every word, you know.” she says, the words confusing Aemond and breaking his reverie. He raises his eyebrows wordlessly as she smiles, before letting her face fall in embarrassment. He is quick to lift her face up by her jaw as they continue to carelessly move around, making her face him.

“About you. Your eyes, your nose …” Now it’s his turn to bashfully turn away, but she holds him in place. She looks at his lips eagerly and smiles softly. The next words are a murmur, holding the weight of the time and effort it took to get them here, finally.

“You should kiss me.” The same words she’d uttered the other day - only this time, they’re both very much in the moment, and light from the happiness of it all.

His hands move to untie her hair and he smiles in amusement as she leans in. He catches her lips in his as his hands curl into her hair at the back of her head, and neither of them have ever been happier.

When they part, she rests her head under his jaw and into his neck as she leans on him, and Aemond continues to move them around. He looks around the place as he registers the holiday decor and the snow outside. Happy couples, families, and friends are milling about outside as they prepare for Christmas, and the song continues as he holds her and moves - utterly precious, and his.

He bends down for a fraction of a second, and the scrunchie that he’d taken off her hair comes into view in his hold. He notices the little mistletoes printed on it, and he smirks.

He's never been much of a holiday man. But perhaps a bit of the holiday cheer is all the push they needed to finally make this happen.

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If Otto found out Rhaenyra's three bastard sons were Alicent's:

I did my own version of the meme. I swear this is the last meme I will make about Underneath the Veil of Hatred

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Daemon “as you wish, My Queen” Targaryen. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON “The Black Queen” (2022) dir. Greg Yaitanes.

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my exe has stopped working 😭 this is so hot I would beg on hot coals just for Billy to treat me like this irl 🧎🏻‍♀️

A Little Bit More

25/12: Promise & Phone Sex - Billy Washington Word Count: 1.6k~ | Warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation (f and m) A/N: this exists in the Every Little Bit universe!

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He always knew it was coming around, and yet he always hated it.

Her dad’s birthday was in between Christmas and New Year, that weird time where you don’t know what day it is, never seem to have enough food in and where you’re so disorientated in the post-Christmas haze that it’s like coming down from a sugar high.

It was the few times of year where she went away by herself, wanting to spare Billy from the absolute torture of being around her parents for a few days as she made excuse after excuse as to why they weren’t married yet.

Not that he minded, there was only so much of her mum Billy could take.

He’d seen her off at the train station, her duffel bag looking very much as big as her in the cutest way possible as she skipped off to the platform in her winter overcoat and scarf, the chill nipping at her cheeks.

It was only a few days. It was only a few days. He had to keep reminding himself.

Billy sighed, tapping the remote control against his knee, only half-watching whatever terrible Friday night tele graced his flat. The pizza box was closed shut on the coffee table, having tried to cheer himself up with a takeaway.

His phone buzzed, and he couldn't help the smile that rose to his face, seeing her name in bright white letters on the face of it.

She'd promised to ring 9 o’clock on the dot, after all.

“Hiya, ya alright?” he answered, his voice sounding perkier already, his muscles relaxing once he heard her voice.

“Hey, you sound happy”, she replied low down the phone, and he could tell she was smiling by the way she said it.

“I am now,” he grinned, “just finished a 12 inch on my own.”

She groaned over the line, “Billy.”

“I'm joking, it's because I've heard your voice again.”

“Better,” she laughed breathily, “what you up to? Other than missing me, of course.”

He sighs, “Being a sad cunt, staying in with a beer watching whatever shite is on Channel 4.”

“Ooh dear,” she says unenthusiastically, “sounds dull, babe.”

Billy hummed in agreement, “What about you? What you up to?”

It was her turn to sigh, “fuck all, really. Mum and Dad went to go and see Mum's mate Jill, you know Jill don't you?”

“Yes, babe.”

“Yeah, well they left at five and are yet to be back. Convinced she's got them tied up in the basement.”

Billy laughed through his nose, “That actually sounds better than what she might actually be doing, chatting their bloody ears off.”

“Poor buggers, eh,” she laughed, “so I'm sat here on my tod.”

“What a shame you've got me to talk to then.”

He could hear her smile, “could be worse. You missing me?”

The alcohol had offered him a kind of confidence, and he sucked his teeth, holding back a grin, “You could say that. Missing something anyway.”

He heard her mischievous tone even over the crackle of the phone.

“Are you now?”

The line went quiet for a while, before a notification buzzed and Billy turned her on loudspeaker for a moment as he pulled his phone from his ear to check.

…has sent an image.

With one flick of his thumb, his jaw dropped, the depths of his gut becoming tight and hot by the picture she'd sent him. It was her figure reflected in a mirror, wearing clearly nothing but a large t-shirt (his, he noted) and pulling the spare fabric to one side to show her curves as well as her pebbled nipples beneath it.

“Jesus..”

She giggled over the phone, “is that a good ‘jesus’?”

“I-fuck, yes…”

Another one arrived, with her pulling up the hem of her shirt over her hips and expanse of her stomach, just beneath the shadow of her breasts.

“Christ, babe, what are you doing to me?”

She hummed, “sorry, you said you were missing me.”

Billy sighed looking at the photos, every now and then closing his eyes to will the feeling of her skin onto his fingertips, the warmth of her, the sounds she'd make for him.

His breathing grew shallow as he reached into his jeans, wrapping one hand around his length, to softly pump himself, already half-hard since the moment the first picture arrived.

“Are you enjoying them?” she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice.

“Mmhm..” he murmured.

Another few arrived, in various stages. One where the shirt was fully over her breasts, one where she was wearing nothing at all leaning back to show her full naked torso, and one sat on the bed, the lines appearing where her hips met her thighs.

“Oh fuck…”

Over the phone, she could hear the clinking of his belt as he pleasured himself, “are you touching yourself, baby?”

He could only make a sound in confirmation, his throat closing as he fisted himself to the photos of her.

She sighed, as if her touching herself was expelling a deeply rooted desire, her hands sliding between her legs, the other holding the phone to her ear, “Mm…wish you were here…”

“-ffuck-me too, baby-”

His strained voice was enough to coax some slick between her fingers, using it to pleasure herself, laid back on the bed.

“are you on the sofa?...”

He swallowed, breathlessly replying, “yeah..”

“Do you remember before I left…” she started, and the memory nearly made Billy dizzy.

He was sat right where he is right now, legs apart to accommodate her kneeling there. She'd been annoyed that he was playing Xbox, and so, in an effort to make him lose his game, had knelt in front of him, pulled his sweatpants over his hips and eagerly took his length between her lips.

She'd gotten what she wanted. Before long, his controller was long forgotten and instead, his fingers were threaded through her hair, guiding her pace on him.

He can feel his stomach tightening at the memory of the sensation.

“Do you remember, baby?”

“Yes…”

“Hm..” she hummed, over the phone, while in her own bed began to hasten the pace of her self-pleasure.

"If I were there...do you know what I'd do?"

"What..." he breathed, his hold on his phone so tight without realising.

"I'd get up...off my knees...on top of you..." she muses, sighing at the feeling herself beginning to crest, "...maybe tease you a bit..."

"Fuck-no, baby, don't tease me-"

She let out a breathy laugh, "but why not? It's so much fun."

Her hips canted towards her own touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she held the phone loosely as the pressure tightened in her gut.

"What would you do, baby? If I was right there on top of you..."

His voice came strained, every stroke of his length in his fist drawing him close to fulfilment.

"I would - I'd fuckin' pull you down..."

She could tell he was close by the tone of his voice, and she bit back a smile, knowing he was much too far gone to even form a coherent thought.

"I'd let you fuck me...right there...be your little fuck toy..." She mused in a sort of whisper, "...you could cum inside me...as many times as you want, baby..."

Billy's lips parted, not even realising how his movements had become rapid, needy and quick.

"Oh fuck-"

On the other side she was close herself, and then she heard the prompt and pulled the phone away from her ear to see a request to switch to video call. She accepted without thinking and felt her gut twist at what she saw.

His jeans were pushed around his zipper barely, only enough to free his cock as he pumped it quickly. She was entranced as Billy pleasured himself in real time, her face growing warm at the effect she'd clearly had on him.

And then she heard it, a long shuddered whimper of her name, followed by, "Oh baby-"

She felt her thighs tremble as she came, warmth rushing beneath her hips and a tingling sensation rushing from her toes all the way up her spine, as Billy groaned deeply and spilled all over his fingers for her to see.

Her hand has slowed, overstimulation gnawing as she touched herself with Billy's languid thrusts into his hand continuing to pull a deep arousal from her.

Over the video she heard his laboured breaths, gulping for air.

When the video turned off she smiled tiredly and pulled her phone back to her ear, hearing his tired, exhausted voice.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he breathed. She could imagine him, all spent and limp on the sofa, and the thought made her smirk and press her thighs together with want.

"Mm, you're telling me. Do you feel better now?" She asked demurely.

"Fuck you," he teased, "fuck, I can't wait for you to get back..."

She gave a short laugh, "Oh yeah? What you gonna do when I am?"

He was quiet for so long she wondered if he'd heard her, her brows furrowed in confusion, lips parted to ask him if he was still there.

But realistically, on the other end, a wide smile graced his face, his blue eyes all aglimmer with mischief.

And what he said had the power to shut her right up. Excitement made her stomach flip, wondering what version of Billy she seems to have unleashed. Gone was the shy, unconfident Billy she'd found. Her efforts in getting him to...unwind somewhat shocking even her.

"How did you put it, hm?" he laughed, with a smile so bright like he'd just opened a present, "My little fuck toy?"

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for any Laenor guys out there 🩷

Snowball Fight on the Hill - Laenor Velaryon x Reader

Summary: Laenor and you end up in a bit of a not so platonic tussle.

Pairing: Modern!Laenor Velaryon x M!Reader

Warnings: profanity, fluff

Word Count: 592 words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) though the Laenor simps gang is probably a minority of the fandom, I still wanted to do something special for any male or male identifying readers of the HOTD fanfic reading community for xmas. I hope you enjoy!

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Heavy snowfall was descending all over Driftmark, as you and your best friend, Laenor Velaryon, made your way back to his home, straggling through the snow.

“I don’t understand why your family lives on a fucking hill,” you huffed, pulling your winter parka tighter around you. “Seems excessive. And troublesome.”

“Well, we have a car,” Laenor pointed out, looking less of a drowned rat than you, his posture straight as ever. “It’s too bad my dad doesn’t trust me to drive with snow tires in this weather. Too many chances of black ice, he says.”

You sneezed, rubbing your reddened nose. “I don’t know if I’d rather take black ice over climbing up this fucking hill.”

Laenor brushed some snow out of his dreadlocks, an idea coming to him. “Well, at least the hill is good for one thing,” he said slyly, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

“And what the fuck is that? Catching a cold?” you sneezed again, turning to look at your best friend, only to find him nowhere in sight. “Laenor?”

A hard, small flying projectile hit you on the back of your parka, and you shrieked from the cold. “Snowball fight!” Laenor cackled, standing behind you with his hand loaded with a handful of snow.

“Oh fuck no!” you exclaimed, scooping up your own snowball. “You’re going to regret that, Velaryon!” Laenor continued his maniacal cackling, as the snowball fight soon evolved into more of a snowball tag. You were pelting Laenor relentlessly with snowballs, and he soon regretted making an enemy out of you, as you were faster and much stronger than him.

You were sure that you could win this thing, easily. But then, a huge snowball smacked into your face, making you sputter as some of it went up your nose. Ow. you were pretty sure that it broke your nose from the impact.

Laenor let out a holler of triumph, but it soon turned into one of terror as he saw you brushing off the snow, and charging straight for him like a bull seeing red. Shrieking, Laenor barely had time to defend himself or attack you as he ran for dear life. Unfortunately for him, a well-timed snowball made him slow his pace, and you took the opportunity, tackling him down onto the snowy ground.

“Hey1” Laenor protested and laughed as the both of you began play-fighting on the ground, rolling in the snow as he struggled to regain control of the situation. “That’s what you get for starting a fight with someone, Velaryon,” you teased, soon managing to come out on top, literally and figuratively, as you pinned Laenor to the ground.

“Gotcha,” you smiled, looking very smug. “Begging for mercy isn’t going to get you out of this.” When Laenor remained silent, you took a closer look at his face, blinking the snow from your lashes. He was looking at you with a certain sort of admiration, like you were the sun after a long, arduous trek in the dark up the mountains. Like you were pure gold. Your heart began to thump in your chest, as you reached down, hands shaking, to brush the snow out of Laenor’s face.

“Hey,” Laenor breathed out, staring up at you. “You’re really handsome, you know.” You smirked, trying to hide your blush as you stared down at your not so best friend. “Yeah, you too.”

“Mind going on a Christmas date with me tomorrow? I’ll buy you a gingerbread latte.” Laenor asked coyly, his dark eyes shining mischievously.

“You had me at gingerbread latte.”

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for my rhaenyra ladies!!

The Fuss About the Christmas Gala - Modern! Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Rhaenyra faces a small crisis regarding the planning of the Targaryen Corporation's gala.

Pairing: Modern! Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem! Reader

Warnings: profanity, angst, slight talks of Rhaenyra self harming (biting her fingernails), fingering, lots of kissing, mentions of dom Rhaenyra, slight dom reader

Word Count: 2.3k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) this is for all the Rhaenyra girlies out there! I hope you enjoy :)

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If there was one word that was the antithesis of Rhaenyra Targaryen right now, it would be the word calm.

For two days now, you had watched your girlfriend rush about like a madman caught up in a whirlwind. Unsure of what to do, you usually just sat on the couch, concernedly sipping a glass of water as you watched your girlfriend work herself to death.

Today was no different, and the stress had only multiplied by a dozen. Since the Targaryen Christmas Gala was this weekend, Rhaenyra was rushing around, calling up caterers, decorators, florists, to make sure that the weekend would go as perfectly as possible.

“Ugh, those fucking dim-witted imbeciles!” Rhaenyra raged, slamming her phone down on the couch where you were sitting. You looked up from your work, concern furrowed in your brow, as Rhaenyra sank into the couch next to you and began ranting. “Can you believe that the caterers had to cancel at the last minute? Said something about having to attend to the President’s dinner party for all his cabinet at the fucking Red Keep!” Rhaenyra was positively vibrating with fury, and if her anger could sprout wings, she would have flown away by now, probably to kick the head of the caterers’ ass.

“Nyra,” you tried to calm her, but she continued on with her tirade. “And the florists! No one can do their jobs right.” rhaenyra buried her face in a throw cushion, making a distressed noise. “I knew I should’ve accepted Alicent’s offer of connecting me to the florists she previously used at the other Targaryen events. But I’m just-”

“I know,” you said, hands going to rub Rhaenyra’s shoulders soothingly. Rhaenyra’s dislike for her stepmother was legendary among your social circles, and with how bullheaded Rhaenyra was, you can’t say you were surprised when she vehemently turned down her stepmother’s offers of connecting Rhaenyra to her contacts, preferring to do it on her own.

Rhaenyra’s anger soon turned into a crack in her voice, as she felt small tears slipping down her cheeks, seeping into the velvet of the throw cushion she was using to hide her face. She didn’t want you to see her like this. But the stress was really getting to her, and she soon broke, like a dam that had caved at long last.

Mortification and sympathy immediately filled you when you heard your girlfriend’s strangled sob, as you moved to take her into your arms. “I just-” Rhaenyra choked out, “I wanted to do this on my own. To prove that I could. This is the first event that Father asked me to plan on my own as future CEO to Targaryen Corporations, and I’ve-” Rhaenyra sniffled noisily. The snot from her tears was getting into the blouse you were wearing, but you could care less, only continuing to stroke Rhaenyra’s silver-blonde locks, trying to mollify her. “I’ve screwed it up completely. I’m such a fuckup.”

“You’re not a fuckup, Nyra,” you said softly, heart breaking as you watched her shoulders shake with sobs. “Don’t lie to me, Y/N,” Rhaenyra spat out, though the venom in her voice was weakened by how much she was crying.

“I haven’t finished yet,” your voice was chiding, but gently so. “A fuckup, absolutely not. Bullheaded? Stubborn? A little idiotic? Definitely so.” A choked laugh bubbled up in the midst of Rhaenyra’s tears, and you smiled at that, satisfied to have elicited a response apart from cursing or tears.

“What do I do, my love?” Rhaenyra sniffled, her tone stained with despair. “How am I supposed to face Father tomorrow and tell him that the caterers and florists have both cancelled? I barely can keep the rest of the event’s logistics from spiralling out of control too.” Rhaenyra barked out a jagged laugh. “Seven Hells, the only thing I actually managed to get done was secure the venue and the musicians. He’s going to be so disappointed in me, isn’t he?” You hummed, softly curling a strand of Rhaenyra’s hair around your index finger. “You know, love, I did offer my help a few weeks ago. The offer still stands.”

An exasperated sigh burst from Rhaenyra’s lips. “And I said no. I don’t need help…” Rhaenyra’s voice slowly trailed off, as the absurdity of words began to sink in. “Oh,” she spoke, voice sounding defeated.“I really am an idiot, aren’t I?’

“Oh, darling,” you spoke affectionately. “You are, but that doesn’t mean you can’t start amending that.” You kissed her on the forehead tenderly, wiping her tears away with your thumb. “Let me help you. Please, Nyra. You can’t keep insisting on doing everything yourself, you know.” Your voice was gentle, yet firm. “You need to let go of your pride. Capeesh?”

Rhaenyra grumbled a little, but she melted under the warmth of your embrace. “Fine. Capeesh. But maybe hold back on bruising my ego, why don’t you?” You chuckled, kissing her on the lips. “How else am I supposed to get you to learn, dearest?”

In all honesty, managing an event was definitely way harder than you imagined it was when you had offered your help. While the lack of a budget certainly helped, there were a lot of things the both of you had to consider. Such as the table seating arrangements, the order of the performances (who knew there would be so much fuss over whether the ballet-contemporary dance trope should come before or after the string quartet performance?), the approval of the various menus for guests with special dietary restrictions and the like.

Rich people truly never ceased to amaze you with their elaborate whims and fancies.

Even with your help, Rhaenyra still occasionally flew into anxious fits while the both of you were sorting out the details for the event, and you had to stop all work to comfort her when that happened. You also noticed her bitten off fingernails, an old childhood habit Rhaenyra was fond of doing. When confronted, Rhaenyra only sheepishly admitted that the stress often blinded her from doing anything else.

While it made your blood boil that Rhaenyra was neglecting her own well-being for the sake of the godsforsaken gala, you also felt an uncomfortable, crawling sensation under your skin, and that little voice in your head, telling you that you were to blame for this whole mess.

‘Why weren’t you more insistent on helping her out?’ it whispered, taunting. ‘How could you let your girlfriend stress herself to this point until she would mistreat herself?’

Still, you managed to wave the thoughts aside, wanting to just focus on Rhaenyra now. Gradually, as the plans for the gala became more and more concrete, Rhaenyra became noticeably more relaxed, the perpetual frown that was present on her lips slowly dissolving into a less tense expression. Although Rhaenyra still bristled at the thought of bringing in additional help, she reluctantly acquiesced when you mentioned asking Alicent, who was more experienced in hosting these events, to take a look at the event timeline. It was no easy feat for a Targaryen to set aside their pride, but you were very glad that Rhaenyra could.

As the night of the Targaryen Christmas Gala rolled around, you were in Rhaenyra’s dressing room, lips pursed in concentration as you fastened the delicate clasp of Rhaenyra’s diamond festoon necklace around her neck.

“Hey,” Rhaenyra said softly, looking at you through the mirror. “Mmm?” you hummed inquisitively, smiling widely as you finally managed to get the clasp buckled together. She grabbed your hands as she turned around, leaning her forehead on yours. “Thank you.” Love and gratitude laced her voice. You squeezed her hands in yours, leaning in to kiss your girlfriend on the lips. “It’ll be alright,” Rhaenyra felt a warm feeling seep into her muscles, extinguishing the tension she had been feeling all evening. “Don’t worry too much, hmm? It’s Christmas after all. Tis’ the season to be jolly, you know.” A light giggle burst from Rhaenyra’s lips, before she leaned in for another kiss. “I’ll do my best, love.”

Hours had stretched on, and it seemed the gala was going swimmingly. Though Rhaenyra had roped you into attending the gala with her - her reasons being that you were her beloved girlfriend and that she wanted every single one of the Targaryen family’s business associates, as well as all her family to see that you were the woman she loved - she had been noticeably absent for some time now.

Anxious footsteps thumped across the floor of the ballroom, as you politely manoeuvred past the gala’s attendees, trying to find the familiar figure clad in red.

When you neared one of the endless amount of balconies in this massive building, you breathed out a sigh of relief when you caught a glimpse of white-blonde hair. Standing out at the terrace, surrounded by the night and glowing under the shimmer of a thousand stars, Rhaenyra leaned on the balcony balustrade, her back to the door, as you admired her from behind.

“You look like a goddess from this view you know,” Rhaenyra smiled as she felt your arms encircle her waist, planting a soft kiss on her neck. “Oh no, you found me,” her tone was filled with teasing. She relaxed into your arms, seeking your warmth. “I found you,” Rhaenyra’s breathing grew heavier as you continued peppering kisses on her neck. “Why are you out here all by yourself, gorgeous? The party’s going well, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” Rhaenyra sighed, tilting her head up to give you more access to her neck. “It just…still makes me a bit disappointed in myself, you know? That I couldn’t take charge of a simple event like this.”

“You’re belittling yourself again, my darling,” you murmured, lips grazing along the sensitive curve of her shoulder. “This event is far from simple, and you know that. Besides, it’s alright to accept the help of others when you’re overwhelmed.”

Rhaenyra closed her eyes, her hair falling into her face slightly as she cast her gaze downwards. “And I know. It’s just still hard to accept.” You purse your lips, wanting to comfort her somehow…

Rhaenyra felt her breath hitch as your fingers slowly made their way up her thighs, all while your lips still remained on her neck. “Where are those fingers going, hmm?” she murmured.

“I just want to make you feel better, my dear.” You trailed your kisses to the top of her spine. Do I have your permission, love?”

“Yes,” Rhaenyra breathed out, gripping the balcony railing tighter. “Fuck yes.” A wicked grin graced your face as she said that, as your fingers skillfully slid aside her panties, grazing them gently against Rhaenyra’s sweet spot. Her answering moan was a cry from the angels themselves.

“Wet already, hmm?” You murmured, the pad of your finger collecting the wetness of her slit. Rhaenyra groaned, “That’s usually my line.” You smirked in response, fingers playing with her folds with deliberation. “I know you’re always on top, darling. But isn’t it nice to have me take charge for a change?”

“Definitely no-” Rhaenyra had to bite her tongue as you plunged the first finger inside of her, pleasure coursing through her veins. “Oh, darling,” she moaned your name huskily as you added a second finger, beginning to move faster. A strangled cry rose from her throat as your thumb went to rub at her clit, her skin feeling feverish as she felt you tug off her furred shawl so that you could have access to her bare back. Your soft lips followed the curve of her spine, while your other hand went to trace patterns on her heated skin.

“Dominance is a good look on me, isn’t it?” You teased, adding a third finger, curling it in a come hither motion. Rhaenyra felt like she was about to faint, as a familiar budding sensation in her abdomen began to bloom. “I should do it more often, love. Who knew you could be a pliant mess under all that tough exterior?”

“Oh, you are so going to regret this later,” Rhaenyra growled, head already filled with the ideas she would do to punish you later when she got home. In response, you only rubbed her clit harder, making her let out a cry of needy pleasure.

“Nah,” you smiled, not fazed in the least. “I don’t think I will, dear.” The speed of your fingers quickened, and Rhaenyra let out a final wanton moan as she came, legs turning weak. You had to grip on tightly to her waist with your other hand that wasn’t buried to the knuckle in her so that her knees wouldn’t give in then and there.

“You okay, darling?” you asked teasingly, as your fingers gradually slowed their pace and you planted a kiss onto the crook of her shoulder. Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes, though her breathing was still unsteady after the orgasm she had. “Don’t act so smug just because you’re in charge for once. You’re going to get it when we get home, darling.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you continued challenging her with that teasing tone of yours, retracting your hand from under Rhaenyra’s skirts. “Do me a favour before that, and taste yourself, darling?” Rhaenyra looked a bit miffed at that, though in good spirit. Still, she gave in with a dramatic sigh, as you lifted your fingers to her lips, making her suck her essence off of them. A light moan burst from your lips at the sight, and you leaned in to kiss her, threading your fingers in her white-blonde locks to pull her closer to you. When she abruptly broke away, you frowned, thinking that you had done something wrong, but she only pointed up and said with a sort of childlike delight, “Look, it’s snowing, darling.”

Caught off guard, you directed your gaze upwards, noting with wonder the white furls currently dancing in the sky. Rhaenyra laughed as a snowflake got caught in your eyelash and you let out a small yelp, flicking it off with her fingers. “Merry Christmas, darling,” Rhaenyra murmured, capturing your lips with hers again, her hand cupping your cheek. You smiled back, gazing adoringly into her eyes. “Merry Christmas, Nyra.”

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for my alicent girlies 💚

Falling of Snow, Falling in Love - Modern! Alicent Hightower x Reader

Summary: Alicent finally finds the courage to confess her feelings for you, her longtime admirer and best friend.

Pairing: Modern!Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight mentions of homophobia, homosexual pining, Alicent angsting on the inside

Word Count: 1k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) this is for all the lovers of our favourite doe-eyed queen with the reddish brown curls (and all of Olivia Cooke's simps). I hope you enjoy! :)

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Despite the biting chill that had been plaguing Oldtown for the past few weeks now, today, the sun hung up high in the blue sky, shining brightly, painting the portrait of a perfect, though chilly sunny day.

Which was how you found yourself prancing along the cobbled streets of Oldtown this fine afternoon, arms linked with your best friend, Alicent, the both of you deciding to do some last minute Christmas shopping. Even though the cold had brought out the redness in your cheeks and in your opinion, made you look like someone who had just undergone a severe sunburn, Alicent still looked as dazzling as ever. Her reddish brown curls cascaded down her back, perfectly windswept by the winter breeze, and her cheeks were tinged with the sort of rosiness reminiscent in paintings of old. She looked like a vision.

And you said as much to her this morning when she appeared at your door, bright eyed and bundled in her cosy brown trench coat and maroon scarf. She had laughed and the loveliest shade of pink had spilled into her features, a sight which made your heart beat ten times faster in your chest.

Gods, was she beautiful.

You had always made your feelings of admiration clear to Alicent, something that had first started as Alicent taking it as a joke, before evolving into something much more serious. More complicated. You knew Alicent never did well with complicated, and you always accepted that you wouldn’t push her on reciprocating your feelings. Having been raised in such a cloistered and conservative environment, Alicent still struggled with accepting your adoration and her own amorous feelings towards you, which were frowned upon by her parents and siblings, all deeming a romantic love between individuals of the same gender ‘unnatural’.

As Alicent began to grow older however, she gradually distanced herself from those harmful beliefs with your help, learning to accept who she was and how she chose to love. After all, she had learnt from you, love was love, and no matter who you love, it should never stir up a sense of shame in you.

Now, Alicent’s main obstacle was her lack of courage. As she watched you drag her from shop to shop, whether it was marvelling at the baked goods displayed in the windows of Oldtown’s finest bakeries, or excitedly gesturing to Alicent the little porcelain animals you’ve seen at the cutest antiques shop, Alicent couldn’t help but fall in love with you more and more.

However, it was never easy for Alicent to express her feelings, much less ones she had repressed all her life. She was someone who would rather listen quietly and observe others rather than speaking out on her own. So she bided her time and waited, as you were patient and comforting with her struggles, as you told her time after time again it doesn’t matter if she couldn’t express her admiration back for you the same way that you did. It all didn’t matter, as long as she was by your side.

But today, it did matter. Because she was finally going to tell you how she felt. How she felt the same as you did her, how she worshipped every inch of you, how she relished in every laugh elicited from you, every single one of your words that were laced with honey and everything sweet in the world.

How much she loved you.

Your strolling eventually carried the both of you to a square in the shopping district of Oldtown, and Alicent was absentmindedly giving out responses to your questions. She bit her lip nervously, her other hand going to pat down her curls. ‘This is it,’ she told herself, inhaling deeply. ‘I’m going to tell her how I feel. On Christmas day, just like I planned.’

‘I got this-’

“Alicent!” Your exclamation jolted Alicent from her self-induced panic, and she looked at you, trying not to display the anxiety she felt at her confession being disrupted. But then, she tilted her head up at your behest, and saw something wondrous.

White flecks of snow were cascading down from the skies, making their soft and swift descent as all around, people in Oldtown stopped to stare and marvel at the sky. The first snowfall had arrived at last.

“Oh my goodness,” you said excitedly, before you started shivering violently, teeth chattering. The sudden landfall of snow had made the temperature drop by a few degrees, and you hastily moved to pull on your mittens, urging Alicent to do the same. But the bone-biting chill aside, you looked positively delighted as the snow gradually began covering the ground, and as the sun’s rays reflected on it, it cast an otherworldly, magical glow on all your surroundings. It was truly a White Christmas now. “It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” you remarked to Alicent, eyes shining.

Only to realise that her twinkling brown eyes were fixed on you.

“Yes,” Alicent said softly, as you felt the graze of her soft mittens on your cheek. “It really is.”

You could feel your heart nearly beating out of your chest, a rush of epiphany and joy making your head spin a little. ‘Was this finally happening?”

Alicent hesitated, deciding that the time was right, she leaned in, brushing her lips against yours. When she made to pull away, however, you held her face between your hands, pulling her in for a deeper, longer kiss.

And there was nothing more perfect in the world than this, Alicent realised. Your kiss was slow, languid, but filled with emotion, with nothing but pure, innocent admiration for one another. Of love.

Alicent hadn’t wanted the kiss to end, but when it eventually did, she took the chance, leaning her forehead against yours and whispering the words she had always wanted to say:

“I love you.”

And as you laughed and dipped Alicent, bringing your lips to hers again, Alicent realised again that you were right, that love was nothing to be ashamed of.

Love was something that made her feel powerful.

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boosting to reach any Laena girlies out there!

A Trek Under The Stars - Modern! Laena Velaryon x Reader

Summary: Laena brings you on a hike for a quest for something special.

Pairing: Modern! Laena Velaryon x Fem! Reader

Warnings: profanity, fluff

Word Count: 594 words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) for all dem Laena girlies out there, this is for you 💜 I hope you enjoy!

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“Laena, I swear to the fucking Seven,” you swore viciously, the little makeup you had put on before your hike to look good for the photos had by now been melted away thanks to the snow, and your former cautiously enthusiastic attitude when Laena had told you of her plans to go hiking wiped out within an instant.

To be fair, you had been climbing for ages now, in the dark too, mind you. You had counted that you had been smacked by a stray branch laden with snow at least twenty times, tripped over a rock into the snow at least five times, and got spooked because the snow reflected the light of your headlamp back into the dense thicket of trees, making you think that you were in danger of being mauled by some wild animal within seconds, along with your girlfriend.

“Gah!” Laena had suddenly materialised beside you, making you drop your walking stick with alarm. She laughed, lighthearted as always, bending down to help you pick it up. How can someone stay so perfect in the outdoors after this bloody hike?

“We’re almost there, come on.” Laena tugged you forward, brushing away the heavy branches like they were nothing. “The view is so worth it, I’m telling you. And didn’t you always want to check seeing the Northern Lights off your bucket list?”

“That was before I realised the extent of effort involved,” you grumbled, sighing. “And you said that we were almost there about ten times, Laena. I’m not inclined to-”

“We’re here!” Laena’s exclamation tore you from grumpily directing your head downwards at all times so you could see where you’re stepping, and the resulting scene took your breath away.

Laena helped you switch off your headlamp and hers as you both took in the view in the huge, snowy field you were in. Vivid swirls of green mixed with purple streaks created one huge, messy, yet ethereal painting. It was like the Gods had called upon all the artists of the known and unknown world and commanded them to release their creativity on the canvas known as the midnight sky, and the resulting imagery was otherworldly. Utterly magnificent.

Stars twinkled faintly in the night, and the sky was thankfully devoid of any clouds, allowing you and Laena to fully absorb in the beauty of the Northern Lights. The hike up here suddenly didn’t seem so gruelling after all. If it culminated in all this, then it was worth it. A thousand times over.

“Hey, love,” Laena turned her head to you at the sound of your soft voice. “Yes, angel?”

“Thanks for bringing me up here,” you looked entranced at the view before you, and Laena smiled to herself. Beautiful. “I know I complained a lot, but now that I’m seeing it, it’s worth it. It’s like heaven on earth.”

Laena leaned in closer, still staring at you with a tender expression. “Yeah…but lucky for me, I always have my heaven on earth.” Your brows furrowed, finally tearing your eyes from the view to look at your girlfriend. “Huh-” Laena kissed you, sweetly, deeply, and you fully faced her to return her kiss, putting your hands on her hips as you embraced each other, while the glow of the Northern Lights pulsed in the sky behind you, shining. It was like there were only the two of you in the world, and you wished time would just stop here.

You finally pulled away from each, resting your forehead on hers.

“Merry Christmas, angel.”

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

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valleyof-goldenlilies · 4 months

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boosting for the sapphics!!!

A Night At The Christmas Market - Modern! Helaena Targaryen x Reader

Summary: You and your wife, Helaena, spend your first Christmas as newlyweds at a Christmas market.

Pairing: Modern! Helaena Targaryen x Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1.6k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) this one is for all the Helaena girlies out there. I hope you enjoy! ;)

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Snow was falling across the city of King’s Landing, as you and your wife, Helaena, bundled in the most comfortable winter parkas imaginable - her in pink, and you in purple - made your way to the largest Christmas market in Westeros at the heart of the city.

Helaena thought you had never looked more beautiful, cheeks flushed and slightly puffed lips from the cold, yet eyes flashing with excitement as you took in the sight of the streets decked out with Christmas decorations. For as long as you remember, growing up in the Vale, a mostly mountainous country area, you always wanted to come to live in the city. While you did miss the rolling green fields and idyllic lifestyle sometimes, you found something way better here. Grinning, you took Helaena’s hand, and she smiled at you, eyes shining with affection. The love between the both of you was as bright as the morning snow.

When you finally reached the Christmas market, you were so excited that you practically dragged Helaena from stall to stall, seeking some food to nourish your bellies. Helaena indulged you, wanting to see you happy. After all, she had been to the Christmas market so many times as a little girl with her brothers, Aemond, Aegon, and Daeron, that she didn’t feel the need to get excited over everything.

She did, however, love watching you get excited. It was one of the most beautiful things in the world, aside from getting to see you wake up next to her in the morning.

Armed with a handful of small bites that you had gotten from the stalls, you and Helaena found a table near the outskirts of the table area set aside for people who wished to dine on the Christmas market’s many edible delights. You opened the bags to be greeted by a mouthwatering smell: deep fried cheese balls, fried calamari and onion rings, steaming hot reindeer stew, a meaty slice of honey glazed ham, some roast turkey, two cups of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and fresh out of the oven gingerbread cookies.

“By the Seven, how are we going to finish all this?” Helaena laughed. You grinned, opening your first packet of food. “You married a woman with a bottomless appetite, you know. If you don’t want anything, I’ll be happy to snatch it up.”

“Okay, okay, you blackhole,” Helaena said affectionately, before unwrapping some cheese balls. She was surprised when halfway through, you slung a hand around your shoulder, pulling her closer to you. “Hey, you’re okay with all this, right?” You asked her in a gentle voice. Helaena had always had anxiety when it came to large crowds, and you didn’t want to overwhelm your wife.

A radiant smile slowly spread across Helaena’s features, as she looked at you fondly, kissing you on the lips. You returned the kiss eagerly, tongue tangling with hers, before the both of you pulled away, cheeks red not just from the cold now. “I’m fine, my love. Really. You know, I used to come to this market every year with my brothers?”

You tilted your head, an inquisitive gleam in your eyes. “Really? What was it like?” Helaena mulled over her response, “Chaotic.” You laughed, somehow it didn’t surprise you after you had met Helaena’s brothers. Your first question to Helaena after meeting her family was how her mother managed to keep up with all of them. Helaena had shrugged playfully as the sounds of Aegon drunk tackling Aemond to the ground while a spectating Daeron cackled in the background echoed behind you, “I have no clue.”

“How long has it been since you last came here then?” you blew on your spoonful of reindeer stew, laden with carrots and celery, before putting it in your mouth. Helaena thought carefully while chewing on an onion ring. “I think around five years, or when Aemond moved away to further his studies at Riverrun University.”

“Well, is it less chaotic experiencing it with me then?” you asked teasingly, leaning in for Helaena to pop a calamari in your mouth. Helaena bopped you on the nose, eliciting an indignant huff from you, before she popped the calamari in your mouth. “Nope. Just as chaotic.”

The two of you finished your food, and continued strolling around the Christmas market. To both of your delight, they had somehow managed to invite and set up a husky-sledding rink here, and you and Helaena enjoyed being pulled around by the zealous huskies, though Helaena did complain a little about the snow that kept blowing in her face. You had won a game of toss-the-hoop-onto-the-reindeer’s-head, and you handed the prize - a stuffed octopus - to Helaena, who hugged it happily. Helaena stopped by some craft stores, buying some woodworked mini figurines and snowglobes.

Helaena was about to go over to a stall selling hand woven mittens when she heard your squeal. She whipped her head up, initially thinking something bad had happened, but you soon ran up to her, safe and sound, and began pulling her away. “Where are we going?” Helaena barely managed to ask, too overpowered by your eagerness. “You’ll never believe what I found!”

Helaena gave you a deadpan stare as you stopped in front of a tent. “A fortune teller? Really, love?” You rolled your eyes, “It’s not like I actually believe them. I just think it’ll be fun. Come on, pretty please?” You gave her your best puppy eyes, and she eventually relented, letting you lead her into the tent.

The fortune teller turned out to be a kindly looking old lady, wrapped in colourful shawls lined with fur. She looked at your fresh, eager face, and Helaena’s more reserved one. “Are the both of you friends?” she inquired. You shook your head, “Oh no, ma’am. We’re married, actually.”

Helaena was worried for some lashing out should the old lady turn out to be one of those conservative grandmothers, but to her relief, her wrinkly face lit up. “You are? How wonderful!” The old lady leaned forward, her voice dropping in a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, I used to have a wife too.” Your eyes widened, “Really?” The old lady nodded, a bit sadly. “Yes, she was the great love of my life after my husband had passed. Unfortunately, she followed the Stranger last year.”

You clamped your hand over your mouth, a little chagrined, as Helaena said quietly, “We’re sorry for your loss.” The old lady waved it off, her expression brightening again. “Tis’ alright, child. Let me read your fortune, how about that?” The old lady took out a deck of cards, shuffling them deftly in her hands, before spreading it out on the table before you.

“Pick two cards each,” the old lady instructed, looking at the two of you. Helaena did it quickly, you much slower, as you deliberated on which card you felt more drawn to. “Hurry up, dearest,” Helaena playfully thumped you on the arm when you took nearly two minutes to choose your second card. “I have to see which one my intuition feels most drawn to, okay!” you protested.

With the four cards drawn out, the fortune teller observed them, before laying them out in front of you. “Well, the first one here tells of a happy marriage,” the old lady looked at the both of you, her smile turning mischievous. “Though I’m sure the both of you don’t need it.” Helaena smiled slightly at that, gripping your hand under the table.

“Ah, the second one,” the old lady’s voice turned a bit serious. “It spells a bit of trouble in the future, especially in the workplace. Perhaps one of you will have a disagreement with your boss?”

You snorted, “Well, it can’t be Helly, since she runs her own business. Guess that’s for me then. I’ll live.” Helaena patted your hand soothingly, “She didn’t say it’s just for bosses. Maybe it could be me having a dispute with a customer, who knows.” “I'd rather have this fortune befall on me than you though, Helly.” You said sincerely, your eyes shining fiercely. Your wife had suffered enough throughout her life. Helaena only smiled, touched.

The old lady also shared Helaena’s smile as she moved on to the third card. “The third one is slightly more tame, don’t worry. It just speaks of travelling to an exotic place. Do the both of you have any travel plans next year?” You looked startled, turning to Helaena. “We were planning for that trip to Qohor, so that you can see the art of their hand woven and dyed tapestries. Helly, she’s got it on the nose.” Helaena stifled a small laugh at your amazement. “Yes, dear. She really did. What does the fourth card say?” The old lady’s finger moved to turn up the fourth card, and her eyes widened.

“Oh, the fourth one,” the old woman exclaimed, with clear joy in her voice. “It says that…a child will be coming into your lives. And very soon at that!”

“A child?” Helaena’s eyebrows furrowed. “A child!” you piped up excitedly next to her, turning to your wife. “Maybe next year we’ll finally find that dream daughter we always wanted to adopt. It’s a sign, Helly, it’s a sign!” You were nearly jumping out of your seat, as Helaena tried in vain to quell your elation, while the fortune teller looked at the young couple with a knowing smile.

And indeed, during the next year’s Christmas market, a new addition had joined your little family, her dark eyes gleaming with impish excitement as your new four year old daughter, Irina, dashed around happily in the snow, while you and Helaena sat at one of the benches at the side of the Christmas market, smiling as you rest your head on her shoulder, relishing in your little family, and your joy.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

“Merry Christmas, my darling.”

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valleyof-goldenlilies · 4 months

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pls give daddy Otto some love 😔😔 (cmon Otto simps I know we are out there)

Just One Christmas Night - Modern! Otto Hightower x Reader

Summary: You are disheartened when your boyfriend, Otto, once again chooses his work over you.

Pairing: Modern! Otto Hightower x Fem!Reader

Warnings: profanity, angst, fluff at the end, mentions of Otto being a shit father, Otto being a cunt about Rhaenyra, bad dad and husband Viserys, tiddy play, squirting, tiddy smackin', slight daddy kink, oral (f! receiving), p in v sex, nasty old man smut (let me know if i missed anything out!)

Word Count: 4.5k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) this is for all dem Otto girlies out there. I see you, I hear you, and I understand you. So enjoy this little treat from me :)

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“Come on, pretty please?” Putting on your most pleading puppy eyes, you tried to make your case to Otto even as he buttoned up his white dress shirt in front of your shared bedroom’s mirror.

Ever since you started dating Otto three years ago, you understood that his career would always be a priority for him, though he declared time and again that you were no less important. And you understood, you really did. Otto was one of the most powerful figures of the multibillion string of corporations under the Targaryen family group, and it hadn’t been easy to claw his way up from a nobody white collar worker to the COO for multiple companies, and being a trusted right hand to the current CEO, Viserys Targaryen. You knew how important his job was to him.

But was it really too much for him to spend one Christmas not schmoozing at some company gala?

“I even have all the ingredients in the fridge to cook you your favourite dinner,” you rambled on, determined to convince Otto no matter what. “Filet mignon and a glass of your favourite red. You know you love my cooking, even though I’m not sure if I can compare to the celebrity chefs that the Targaryens hire for their catering.” Deciding that maybe your offer wasn’t strong enough, you walked over to Otto, wrapping your arms around him and breathing in his scent as he chuckled, fingers working on his tie. You eyed those long, elegant fingers with a little bit of hunger in your gaze. “And plus…I’m sure I’ll be much more appealing company than anyone at the gala. Both in conversation, and in bed.”

Otto caved, finally turning around to face you. When his lips met yours and he tangled his fingers in your hair, you eagerly reciprocated the kiss, thinking that maybe, just maybe, it had worked. Your disappointment was palpable when he pulled away and gave you another smooch on the lips. “Flower, you know I would love to spend Christmas with you.” “Then-” you began excitedly, but Otto cut you off with another kiss, gently stroking your cheek.

“But you know I can’t. And I’m sorry, I really am.” You deflated like a balloon within an instant as you heard those words. As Otto pulled away after another kiss on your forehead, pulling on his waistcoat and his jacket. He looked very handsome in his perfectly tailored three-piece suit, but you were too disappointed to point it out to him.

You followed Otto as he went out of the bedroom, heading to the living room to get the last of his things. “Is there really nothing I can do to get you to stay?” you asked in a small, hurt voice. “Just for one Christmas. Please.”

Otto sighed, his resolve weakening a little as he took in your sad expression. “You know how important this is to me, flower.” He gently cupped your face in his calloused hands, like you were a precious pearl, lifting your head up to make you look at him. “This is a rare opportunity where all the most important figures of the seven biggest corporations in Westeros are going to be present at a single party. If I manage to impress them enough-”

“You’ll be able to get into your boss’ good graces, I know,” you said weakly. You wanted to be understanding, you really did, but this was the third Christmas you have had to spend on your own. Was it really so difficult for your boyfriend to spend just one night not thinking about his career, but about his girlfriend?

Otto noticed the gloom on your face, his sharp mind immediately knowing what you were most upset about. It made his heart break a little, but this gala was too important to miss.

So, he only sighed heavily, before leaning in to kiss you tenderly on the forehead, thumb softly caressing your cheeks. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, alright? I promise.”

You only nodded mutely in response and Otto pulled away, putting on his coat and fetching his phone and keys. He kissed you on the cheek before he left, “Don’t wait up for me, flower, mmm? I love you.”

Your head drooped as the apartment door shut with a click, as you mumbled under your breath, “I love you too.” You fiddled with your fingers before letting out a sigh of resignation, heading for the kitchen. Guess it was time to spend Christmas with some home-cooked food and dumb Christmas movies again. Alone.

The gala was the epitome of decadence. “Nothing less than one would expect from an event organised by the Targaryens!” Jason Lannister was nearly gushing to Otto as he swirled his glass of red, his smile never quite reaching his eyes. Though an interaction with the odious man was unpleasant, his mind couldn’t help but linger on you, that downcast expression of loneliness as he moved to shut the door of your apartment. Abject guilt had filled his veins at the sight of it, and he couldn’t scrub away the lingering memory despite his attempts.

He always hated seeing her upset.

By now, Kermit and Oscar Tully, the young CFO and CMO of Tully Industries, Sabitha Frey, the CEO of Frey Enterprises, Maurice Tyrell, and a number of other big names from other big companies had joined in on their conversation. Otto engaged them on autopilot, as they chatted about market trends, products development, financial trade and stocks, (and golfing? Maurice Tyrell seemed to have mentioned it). But his mind was only focused on the woman he left behind in their apartment.

“This is a truly wonderful Pinot Noir, wouldn’t you agree, Mr Hightower?” Jason Lannister piped up, distracting Otto from his thoughts momentarily. ‘I have a better bottle at home,’ Otto thought to himself, remembering seeing his favourite Shiraz in the wine cooler a few days ago, thanks to your efforts. His heart ached a little. “I hear you are an avid fan of strong tasting reds. Perhaps we should attend a wine-tasting together someday.” Otto nodded, “A most splendid suggestion, Mr Lannister.”

When Roland Westerling joined their already large group of conversers, Otto decided he had enough, intent on heading to a more private location so that he could calm his thoughts. And maybe find another glass of Pinot Noir. As he walked deeper into the venue, his surroundings became a bit darker, opening up to numerous sitting areas covered by dark burgundy curtains for privacy, and more hushed, something he was grateful for.

A flicker of silver hair caught his eye. The distinguished CEO of Targaryen Corporations, and his longtime friend, VIserys Targaryen, sat alone in a dim sitting area, looking forlorn on a plush burgundy velvet couch. His gold, intricately carved cane laid abandoned on the glass coffee table, and he seemed to be deep in thought.

Otto pondered for a moment, before stepping towards him. “Viserys.”

Viserys’ shoulders jolted with surprise, though he soon relaxed into a genuine smile, happy to see his trusted advisor. “Otto. What a surprise to see you here. I remembered you were talking to Jason Lannister when I left.”

“I was,” Otto said quickly, taking a seat in the armchair next to the couch. “But more people had joined our conversation, so I excused myself for some air.”

Viserys nodded, looking weary as he sank back into the plush cushions of the couch. “It can be taxing. All these years as CEO and I tell you, the most vexing thing is having to make conversations with others.” Viserys took a chug of his whiskey. “But you must make sacrifices for the company. As I always have.”

Otto nodded quietly, deciding not to comment on Viserys’ last part. It had hit a little too close to home for him. “Where’s Rhaenyra? You usually do not attend those events if she is present.”

A small, crinkled smile curled on Viserys’ lips. “Rhaenyra is…busy.” Otto raised his eyebrows: his disapproval of the future CEO of Targaryen Corporations had always been well-known. It was warranted, due to Rhaenyra’s teenage years and infamous reputation as a hardcore party girl. His opinion of her had only soured when she had nearly implicated his own daughter, Alicent, into being caught in a drug raid at one of the clubs Rhaenyra had favourited. Thank the Seven Alicent had the sense to devote her time to her studies soon after, and once she had graduated with a degree in communications, Otto had been extremely pleased when his efforts of matchmaking Alicent and Viserys had succeeded, and the two had gotten married. Though in later years he had come to regret that decision a little, as Alicent grew increasingly disillusioned in her marriage. Viserys was a good friend, but a good husband he was not. And after he started seeing you, he gained a deeper perspective into his daughter’s thoughts that your interactions with her had opened him up to. It made him a little ashamed at his failings as a father to his little girl. He had you to thank that for, and his love for you had never wavered that day since. The thought of you made him smile a little, though it soon translated back into guilt at leaving you behind. Just another person he had disappointed. E quickly shook himself from those thoughts.

“What could be more important than representing the company at such a prestigious event?” Otto tried not to let the sharpness seep into his tone.

“She has decided to celebrate Christmas with her family this year.” Rhaenyra had recently welcomed her third son into the household, Little Joffrey, and her and her husband, Harwin Strong, had been elated. Though secretly, Otto viewed it as an excuse for Rhaenyra to further shirk her duties.

“So she was willing to leave you to attend the gala on your own?” Otto’s disapproval was clear. Viserys frowned, taking another sip of his whiskey. “I gave her leave to do so.”

“You can be too lenient sometimes,” Otto muttered under his breath. Viserys set his tumbler down on the table with a clunk. “She is my daughter, Otto. she may have her faults, but this I cannot find any issue with.” A sad smile took up on Viserys’ face. “In the years after Aemma’s passing, I’ve come to realise the joy of spending time with one’s family. After all,” Viserys swept a weary arm at his surroundings: the burgundy walls with gold leaf wallpaper, the plush velvet couches, the designer furniture and expensive potted plants, and lamented, “What’s the point of chasing more connections? More contracts, more deals…in the end, it is incomparable with the time that one has with their loved ones.” Viserys’ voice cracked a little, “You never treasure what you have until you’ve lost it. And by then, it’s too late.”

Otto bit his tongue at that. Viserys might not have treated his second wife and resulting children with as much care as he did his first wife and oldest daughter, but his words were true. And at the moment, Otto felt a ringing in his ears, as he remembered the shape of your crestfallen figure when he closed the door.

‘You never treasure what you have until you’ve lost it.’

Otto clenched his jaw, setting his empty wineglass down on the table.

The past few hours had been dull and slow for you. You had cooked up a delicious meal of pomodoro pasta, but found yourself picking at it with not much appetite. Now, it sat cold on your coffee table.

Criminal Minds blared on your television as you spooned a mouthful of strawberry and vanilla ice cream into your mouth, one leg propped up on the couch arm like a haphazardly arranged doll. You had given up on Christmas movies after the first movie in your selection showed a couple on it, deciding to turn on your favourite show instead. Still, you could barely focus as your mind fought an invisible battle.

‘Stupid gala. Stupid Targaryens. Stupid boyfriend.’ You grumped in your head. ‘He loves his job and this is important to him. You knew as much when you started dating him.’ The angel in your head tried to be understanding.

“Fuck his job!” you burst out, angrily spooning more ice cream into your mouth. “I just want one fucking Christmas night with him. One. Night. Is that so hard to ask for?” You could feel tears prickling in your eyes.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, and you dropped your spoon in shock. “Motherfucking shit,” you muttered under your breath, getting on your knees when you realised the ice-cream covered spoon had gotten on Otto’s expensive fur rug. You groaned. Of all times? Really? Some Christmas this was turning out to be.

You decided to leave it be when the doorbell rang again, hollering at the door, “I’m coming! Just a second!” You grumpily walked to the door, yanking it open with fury. “What is it-”

Otto stood there, a pitiful attempt at a smile on his face. In his arms were a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers and a bag you recognised as being from your favourite cake shop. “Wh-why’re you back home so early?” You stammered a little bit, open-mouthed as your gaze went from the flowers, to the cake bag, to Otto’s sheepish face.

You let him in, and he handed you the flowers, which you numbly took, still waiting for an explanation.

“I couldn’t stay there anymore.” Otto said simply, looking at you like you were the most divine goddess in the world. “Not when I have the most wonderful girlfriend whom I love to pieces who’s waiting for me at home to celebrate Christmas together.”

“I even got you this,” he pulled out a box of tiramisu from the bag. “My attempt, at a peace offering.” He smiled weakly, putting the bag down. “Will you forgive me?”

You didn’t give him any answer, because your lips were on his in an instant. Otto’s eyes widened in shock, but he soon returned the kiss, with a tenfold of passion as his hands went to your waist, gripping it firmly. You looped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as he gradually lifted you up in the heat of the moment.

The next thing you knew, you were in your bedroom, feverishly exchanging kisses as Otto pulled your sweatshirt over your head, tossing it to the side. “If I know you were doing this, I would have worn something sexier,” you murmured, legs wrapping around his midsection. Otto chuckled, brushing your cheek with the back of his knuckle. “You’re sexy no matter what. And frankly, I never saw the point of lingerie. Not when I always end up ripping it off you anyway.”

You laughed, helping Otto out of his three piece suit delicately, not wanting to wrinkle it. But Otto had other plans. “Fuck that,” he growled, loosening his tie and throwing it aside haphazardly. He did the same for his waistcoat, and began working frantically on the buttons of his dress shirt. “You’re going to regret that when your suit’s all wrinkled,” you murmured with a naughty smile as you reached up to help Otto with his buttons. Otto shrugged. “Yeah.” With the infernal shirt off at long last, he dived in to kiss you again, seeking your lips like a man starved. “The thing is, flower, I don’t really much care. I just want you now.”

“Glad we’re in agreement,” you moaned as he began peppering kisses down your neck, one hand going to stroke at your hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, while his other hand impressively managed to get your shorts and panties pulled down in one go.

“Otto!” You cried out, writhing as he gently sank one finger between your folds, groaning as he felt your wetness. “Gods, you’re always so fucking tight and wet for me,” he murmured, the brush of his beard on your heated skin making you feel even more pleasurable. “Is this all for me, hmm?” He smirked as he added another finger in, moving faster this time.

“Yes, gods, it’s all for you, love,” you mewled out, crying out as his hot tongue flicked over your nipple. “All of it.”

“It better be,” he chuckled darkly, moving up to kiss you on the lips again, his tongue tangling with yours. “What do you want, flower? My fingers-” his fingers curved in you in a come-hither motion, and you let out a strangled cry, arching your back. “My tongue-” he gently bit down on the tender skin above your collarbone. The desire to leave his marks everywhere on you were burning all his other sensibilities away. “Or my cock? Hmm?” His erection was a painful bulge in his trousers now, and Otto wanted to remove them from their prison, but he also wanted to keep pleasuring you. So he wanted to hear what your choice was first.

You moaned, head falling back onto the pillows as you sought some relief for the mind-numbing pleasure you were feeling. “I…I can’t choose.” To that, Otto slapped the side of your breast lightly, making you yelp in surprise. “Better choose fast, sweetheart. Or I’ll leave you aching and begging with nothing if you don’t.” He let out a slight sadistic laugh as he began slowing the movements of his fingers in you, smacking your ass lightly. Gods, he always adored your ass. He adored every part of you. “Or maybe I should spank that pretty ass of yours till it’s red and edge you until you give me an answer,” he mused, looking delightfully sinful as he leered over you. “Better speak up, honey.”

Your eyes widened at the possible paths this could go, not really liking either one of them. Though the thought of it did make your stomach flip a bit, and Otto swore as he felt your cunt tighten around him. “I want your tongue. Please, daddy.” You begged, looking up at him with those pretty eyes.

And how could Otto resist you?

“Anything for you, flower,” he murmured sweetly. Then, kissing his way down your beautiful naked body to your stomach, then to your thighs, Otto lifted your legs up to his shoulders, spreading them wider. His eyes glinted with lustful hunger as he slowly leaned in and licked a stripe up your spread cunt. You let out the most deliciously soft moan at that, and he grinned, beginning to lap up at your cunt with even more fervour. The brush of his beard against your inner thighs sent jolts of electricity through you, as pleasure coursed through your veins. Soon, your legs were shaking and he had to hold them firm as you clamped them tightly around his head, all while he licked and sucked and kissed at your cunt, drinking in all of you. Gods, you were just the sweetest creature on Earth, weren’t you?

He was one lucky son of a bitch to have found you.

You cried out as you felt his fingers back inside you again, thrusting in and out harshly as he began flicking your clit with his tongue. “I thought- you said, only your mouth,” you breathed out incoherently. Otto released your clit with a pop, to raise his head and give you a wicked smile. “Now, now, flower. I gave you a choice. That doesn’t mean I can’t change the game when I feel like it.” He gave you a tiny spank on the ass, and you yipped, pushing your cunt back into his mouth again. It was all becoming too much, as you felt the familiar coil in your abdomen again. “Oh gods, oh gods, I’m gonna cum-” you cursed, gripping a fistful of Otto’s hair. He groaned, beginning to flick at your clit faster, adding a third finger in now. “Oh gods, I’m close- I’m close- oh!” You let out a shattered cry as your orgasm came with a resounding climax, your juices drenching Otto’s face as his tongue’s and his fingers’ movements didn’t slow down in the least. Gradually, he slowed the pace, feeling his cock harden a little bit when he pulled his fingers out of you and the resulting squelching noise was so scandalous that it made you exhale heavily.

Otto smiled, a tender one this time, pushing himself up close to your lips again. You blushed when you saw his beard covered with your cum, eyes darkened that there was hardly any trace of green in them. “It’s always so good to watch you squirt,” he murmured, taking your hand and raising it to his lips, kissing it softly. You smiled up at him, still recovering from the high of your orgasm. “Can…can I have a taste?” Otto raised an eyebrow, but he acquiesced anyway. “Of course, flower.” You eagerly sucked on Otto’s fingers that he offered to you, licking it clean and groaning as you tasted yourself. “Good girl,” he murmured, stroking your hair with his other hand. “I love you, flower.”

“And I love you, darling,” you replied back, bringing him in for a kiss. All while, your fingers travelled down to the zipper of his trousers, unzipping it leisurely while accidentally brushing your fingers against his hard cock. “Don’t be a minx and tease me, sweetheart,” he murmured against your lips. You smiled, “I won’t, if you just hurry up and fuck me already.”

Otto let out a growl, straightening up to unzip his trousers, giving it the same careless treatment as he did with the other articles of his clothing. You watched, eyes clouded with lust as he removed his boxers as well, gaze zeroing in on his hard cock, already dripping with pre-cum. Otto was average sized, but it was girthy and thick enough that you always struggled to adjust to it at first. He climbed back up on you, kissing you tenderly, stroking your hair. His dick nudged at your folds, and you arched your back into him, wanting him. “Who’s the tease now?” you murmured cheekily.

Otto chuckled, “Oh, I’ll put you out of your agony soon, flower.” You moaned as he slowly entered you, careful not to hurt you. He laid reassuring kisses on your temple, on your forehead, your lips, as he sank in fully, gritting his teeth and marvelling at how fucking tight and warm you were. “Is it okay for me to start moving?” He whispered, gently kissing your ear. You nodded, murmuring in a sultry voice. “Just fuck me, Otto.”

“As you wish.” His first thrust made you gasp, then it turned into a series of garbled “oh Gods!” and moans as he thrusted in you repeatedly, lips never leaving your heated skin. The headboard creaked with every movement he made, as his movements became more harsh and swift, just the way you liked it. Your nails dug into his back, leaving small, crescent shaped indents as he pounded into you. Your moans and groans mixed into a symphony of pleasure, as he felt himself getting closer and closer with every look of you writhing and moaning under his touch. It was all for him.

It was foolish of him to think that the Targaryen Christmas Gala could be more wonderful than this ever would be.

He sucked one perky bud into his mouth, fingers going to pinch at your other nipple so it wasn’t neglected. Your hips bucked against his, your eyes clamping shut as you felt another orgasm approaching. “Oh gods, I’m close again.”

“Already, hmm?” Otto snarked, though his breathing was ragged as he was only hanging on by a thread as well. “I’m just teasing you, flower. I’m close too.” His lips went to yours again, like two magnets who were drawn to one another. His tongue tangled with yours, as your hands went to grip at his hair again, messing it up even more. His breathing and thrusts grew more and more erratic as the pleasure built up in both of you.

“Cum with me, darling. I want to feel you, please,” he murmured as your lips broke apart for air, only to collide again. “Cum with me.” His fingers went to your clit, his thumb stroking it and giving you the final push over the edge. With a loud moan, the both of you reached your orgasm, lips locked in a frantic kiss as your high descended upon you.

Gradually, Otto’s movements slowed, and he pulled out of you, still peppering you with kisses. When he had recovered adequately, he kissed your forehead. “Stay here, okay?” He got up, went into the bathroom, and came back with a warm cloth, and a dry one. He cleaned up the mess between your thighs as you gazed at him with adoration, before dabbing the sweat from your body and face with the dry one. You always loved how he took care of you so tenderly after sex. After disposing of the cloths and cleaning your remaining juices from his beard and face, he helped you get dressed into a comfy pair of pyjamas, putting on an old shirt and a pair of sleeping pants for himself before he climbed back into bed with you, taking you into his arms.

“So…am I forgiven?” He asked in a low voice. You pretended to consider it carefully, a grave expression on your face. “I suppose it can be forgiven. As long as you spend next year’s Christmas with me.” Otto kissed you on the nose. “I’ll spend as many Christmases as you want with you. I know now, that you are more important to me than any gala, or ball, or party.” You beamed happily, and it was like the sun’s rays had broken over the hills. “I love you.” “And I love you.” He kissed you, hands holding your waist tightly. You two laid there for a while after kissing, relishing in each other’s company.

“So…what made you change your mind?” Otto smiled, remembering Jason Lannister’s confused face when he had strode for the exit of the gala. Such details had to be saved for when the both of them were less sleepy. “I’ll tell you tomorrow, flower.”

You hummed, pouting slightly at his dodging of the question. The sound of light pitter-patters on your windowsill made you look up from where your face was resting comfortably on Otto’s chest, and your brows furrowed together as you tried to deduce what was going on. “Love…I think it’s snowing.”

Otto’s eyes that were already shut suddenly flew open as he shifted in bed, eyes filled with wonder. “Isn’t that the first snow we’ve had in two years now?” “It is,” you replied, riveted at the night sky as light flutters of snow drifted from the sky, down to the city below.

Otto looked down at you, the corners of his lips slanting upwards when he noticed your amazed expression. He looked at the clock on his bedside table, which read 11 o’clock. Still in time.

He dropped a kiss onto your forehead, eyes shining with pure love. “Merry Christmas, my flower.”

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

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A Christmas Visitor - Modern!Jace Velaryon x Reader

Summary: Jace takes it upon himself to cheer you up for your first Christmas spent alone.

Pairing: Modern! Jace Velaryon x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: fluffy boyfriend Jace, profanity, blowjob, face fucking, degradation, mentions of masturbation (both f and m) (let me know if i missed anything out!)

Word Count: 1.92k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) this one is for those Jace girlies out there ;) I hope you enjoy!

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It was set to be a lonely Christmas for you.

But honestly? You had no one to blame but yourself. You were the one who had decided to migrate to another continent entirely for university, whilst most of your friends had stayed in King’s Landing, or other parts of Westeros, including your boyfriend, Jace Velaryon.

But Braavos University was undoubtedly the best university in the known world to pursue a degree in economics, and when you had gotten the acceptance email, Jace had urged you to go, telling you that you would be an idiot if you passed up on the chance.

Braavos was a wonderful place: a melting pot of different cultures, interesting architectural structures, along with an intriguing history. You loved studying and living here, but at times, especially now, during the festive season, you especially missed home. You missed seeing Jace’s wonderful, handsome, smiling face, missed his kisses, his hugs, his warmth, his everything.

In a video call with your boyfriend a few days ago, you had expressed how much you’d missed him, and he had given you a sad smile in return.

“I miss you too, honey,” Jace said earnestly, covering his headphones’ speakers again when a loud noise erupted from behind him. You winced at the feedback from the mic. “Cregan, hey bud, mind keeping it down a little?” Jace called out. “I’m video calling my girlfriend here.”

“Sorry dude!” A manly voice that was most definitely not Cregan called back, and you had to stifle a laugh at Jace’s knowing, disgusted look. “Ugh, these animals, I swear,” Jace joked, turning his attention back to you. His expression softened. “Hey honey, I know it’s hard on you. I wish there was something I can do to make you feel better.”

You smiled, trying to cheer up a bit for his sake. “It’s alright, really. I’m doing fine here, I’m just being a bit mopey because I miss you and stuff.”

“Aww,” Jace blew you a kiss through the computer screen. “I miss you too, honey. Uni life just isn’t the same without you. But you are still coming back for summer break, right?”

You nodded, blowing back a kiss to him. “Yeah, of course I am. I can’t wait-“ A crash and a gruff laugh sounded from behind Jace, and Jace’s eyes widened as he turned back to try and catch a glimpse of what was going on. “Jace, buddy, I might need some help here!” A voice that was definitely Cregan groaned out.

“I’m sorry babe, I gotta go,” Jace said apologetically. “Trust those guys to get wild when I’m trying to call my girlfriend.”

“No, it’s fine,” you tried to stifle a giggle. “You’re like their mom, you know.” “Am not,” Jace pouted, before blowing you a kiss. “I’ll video call you on Christmas, alright? I love you, baby.”

“Love you too, Jacey.” You blew him a kiss back before your computer screen went dark, and you sighed, slumping back in your seat. Video calling him had somehow made you miss him even more.

But alas, such was life. When the morning sunlight streamed through your dorm windows on Christmas Day, you had already carefully planned out your day.

“Okay, so,” you tapped your pencil on your paper, filled with a list of the things you wanted to do. First, I go across the campus to get those delicious pretzels from Lancelot’s Bakery, then I head to the grocery shop to get myself some chicken to cook chicken Alfredo pasta for lunch. Then-“

A knock at your dorm room caused you to look up from your list, puzzled. Your dorm mates had all left for their own homes for the holidays, so who could that be? You set down your pencil, moving to open the door. “Yes-?” Your jaw dropped when you saw who it was standing outside the door.

“Jace!” You let out a cry of delight at your boyfriend’s warm, smiling face. The smile that you had missed so much.

“Hey, baby-“ Jace barely had time to finish his sentence before you launched yourself at him, jumping into his arms and kissing him hungrily. Jace nearly staggered under your weight, hands going to stabilise you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He savoured the taste of your lips, feeling you melt against him and nearly tearing up when you realised that he was real.

Oh, how he missed you. How he missed this.

Jace quickly brought you into your dorm room, kicking the door shut behind him as he didn’t break the kiss. He set you down on the edge of the desk that you were writing on, tongue tangling eagerly with yours. “Mmm, I missed you so much,” he mumbled against your lips, fumbling for the zipper of the shorts that you were wearing. “I missed your lips, your scent, your pussy…”

You let out a laugh, breaking the kiss to rest your forehead against his. “Someone’s eager, huh?”

“Don’t act like you aren’t,” Jace chided, chuckling as he pulled your shorts off. “Nearly six months without you has been absolute torture. I had to stroke my own dick almost every night for the first few months you know.” A pleasant shiver shot through you at the imagery: Jace stroking himself to the thought of you every day, groaning as he spilled himself in his hand.

“Sounds like I should make it up to you then,” you said slyly, pushing yourself off the desk and getting on your knees. Jace’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, radiant, rosy, glowing, down on your knees in front of him. Where you belong.

You made fast work of his jeans, unbuckling his belt and tugging his jeans and boxers down in one go. Your mouth nearly watered at the sight of his length, long and leaking with precum. You ran your fingers along the vein in his cock, teasing him, and Jace groaned, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “Baby…don’t be a tease,” Jace’s voice was low, pleading. You simply laughed, looking cheeky as you debated on whether you should give him what he wanted.

Jace nearly saw stars when your hot mouth got to work on his dick, licking the underside of it, letting the precum collect on your tongue. His grip in your hair tightened. “Love…”

Slowly, you began to take his cock into your mouth. The loud, scandalous, squelching noise of you taking his dick inch by inch reverberated throughout your empty dorm room, making Jace grow even harder, if that was even possible. He had dreamt of this moment so many times for the last few months…

He made a low, strangled noise in his throat as you hollowed out your cheeks to accommodate even more of him, trying not to gag in the meantime. His fingers tangled even deeply into your hair, “That’s it, that’s fucking it. Take all of me in,” Jace encouraged you. “You can do it. You’re a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

Your answering nod caused your head to bob on his dick a little, and Jace moaned at the sight. He could just die happy now.

“Can I fuck your face, sweetheart?” Jace asked tenderly, but you knew that his tone of voice, while friendly, left no room for negotiation. So you only looked up at him with those adorable doe eyes, and nodded slightly. Jace smirked, pulling out a bit before thrusting himself back into your throat.

He continued to fuck your face, going slow and gentle at first, then his thrusts grew more and more erratic as he felt your hot little mouth envelop his dick just so perfectly. The sound of your fingers playing with your pussy as he face-fucked you however, drew him back to attention again.

“Hey,” he slapped your cheek lightly, getting your attention as you looked up at him with wide eyes, having been caught. “You’re not allowed to touch that pussy as I face fuck you.” Your expression of dismay almost made him feel bad.

Almost.

“No touching yourself, sweetheart. Or else I won’t let you cum later, you understand?” Your eyes teared up a little, and Jace watched you with a smirk as your expression grew desperate, but you could simply nod obediently, knowing that Jace would make good on that promise.

“Good girl,” he soothed you, before thrusting into your mouth even harder, faster.

Your moans were muffled by his cock, but Jace let his unfiltered noises echo throughout the room, his curses and groans and praises only making you wetter. “Yeah, that’s it, baby…taking this dick like a pro, huh? What a dirty little slut you are.”

You could barely speak with his dick in your mouth, and Jace could feel himself getting closer as he watched your tits bounce in that skimpy top you had on. He couldn’t wait to have his hands and mouth all over them, kissing and biting and sucking on your hardened buds. The thought alone was enough to send him over the edge, and when you began playing with his balls, he completely lost it.

Letting out a rough moan, he spilled himself in you, his hot load shooting down your throat. The vibrations of your muffled moans around his cock made it feel even better.

He pulled out, watching your dazed, blissed out face. Gently tilting your chin up to face him, he ordered you, “Swallow all that for me, sweetheart.”

Obligingly, you did so, and Jace let out a sigh of pleasure. “Good girl. Come here.” He helped you up from your knees, gently hoisting you up onto the desk again while rubbing your red knees with his thumbs like a perfect gentleman. Then, his hands found his way to your cheek again, and his lips to yours. He could taste himself on your tongue, and he groaned into your mouth, hand going to palm at your tits through the fabric of your top.

“Best Christmas present I could ask for,” he murmured, sweetly pecking you on the lips. “Which reminds me,” you brought up, voice a bit hoarse after that intense face-fucking. “How’d you get here?”

“I flew out, duh.” You smacked Jace’s shoulder at that non-serious response. “Ow. I flew out all the way for you, and you abuse me like this?” Jace rubbed his hot shoulder, looking like a kicked puppy. “Hurts me right in my feelings, baby.”

“I’m serious,” you pressed, and Jace laughed, kissing your pouting lips. “I don’t know, you just looked so sad over the video call…I just had to come and see you.”

“And your family was cool with it?” Jace laughed again, rubbing your shoulder reassuringly. “Mom’s always chill about it, don’t worry. And you know my little brothers; they always act like they’re happy to be rid of me.”

“But for now,” Jace’s lips met yours again, searing, wanting. “Can we stop talking about how I got here and focus on worshipping you instead?” You giggled, tightening your arms around his neck. “Well, in that case-“

A clatter outside your door made you and Jace freeze in your tracks, wide eyes going to the door. “What was that-“

“My suitcase!” Jace exclaimed, a panicked look on his face as someone outside bellowed. “Who left their fucking suitcase in the middle of the hall?”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter at the sight of abject horror on Jace’s face as he rushed to the door to apologise to whatever poor soul had tripped over his suitcase.

Best Christmas you could ever ask for.

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The Heartbreak of Christmas Eve - Modern! Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Your best friend shows up at your doorstep on Christmas Eve.

Pairing: Modern! Aegon Targaryen x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: profanity, angst, p in v, cockwarming

Word Count: 1.75k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) ALL MY AEGON GIRLIES, THIS IS FOR YOU. he may be a train wreck, but we love him regardless. enjoy ;)

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The sound of knocking at your front door was not one you’ve been expecting this evening. You had plans to celebrate Christmas Eve and Christmas on your own, since your family was travelling this holiday season. Who could it be?

Your questions were answered when you saw a dishevelled looking Aegon at the door, a sheepish expression on his weary face, a night bag in his hands. “I…I didn’t know where else to go…”

Looking at him from head to toe, taking in his pitiful state, you sighed, opening the door a bit wider to let your best friend in. “Come on in.”

You ventured to the kitchen to make Aegon a mug of tea after locking the door, just in case he was drunk again. Walking over to the couch where Aegon had made himself comfortable on, you handed him the mug. “Here.”

Aegon took it with a grateful, watery smile. “Thanks. You’re the best.” You tried not to let the words get to you. To him, it had always never meant nothing, a natural reflex in his charismatic nature, but to you, it always meant everything. It was a stupid thing, having a crush on your gorgeous, smoking hot best friend, who was the dictionary definition of the word ‘playboy’.

Just then, you heard a sniffle, and you realised with concern that his eyes were red. “Hey, everything okay?” You asked softly.

Aegon sniffled again, looking like a lost child as he hunched over his mug of tea. “Jenna broke up with me.”

Jenna had been Aegon’s latest in a series of girlfriends, and the longest lasting one at that. They had been dating for eight months now, and Aegon had really cared for her, much to your heartache. But you accepted it, as you always have, burying your feelings under the sand yet again.

“I’m really sorry, pal,” you moved into give Aegon a hug, which he melted into. Soon, you could hear sobs eliciting from his throat, as he lamented, “Why does everyone I love always end up leaving me? Am I that loathsome?”

No; you’re not, you wanted to tell him. You wanted him to know that for the longest time, you’ve loved him, much more than as a friend, and that you would never leave him, no matter what. But you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with him, knowing that he would never feel the same. And even if he did, he could never give you the stable, long term relationship that you wanted.

So you only patted his back softly, and comforted him as best as you could. “You’re not loathsome, Aegon. You’re my best friend.” And I love you. “I would always be by your side, no matter what.”

“You really mean it?” Your heart broke at Aegon’s small voice, and you pulled him into a tighter embrace. “Of course. Best friends forever, remember?”

There was a silence, and you thought Aegon hadn’t heard you, but he only let out a noisy sniffle and said lowly, “Yeah…best friends forever.”

The two of you held each other for a while, hearing the snow fall outside your window as you comforted the love of your life over his heartbreak, while your heart was breaking on the inside.

Because your apartment was small, it only had one bedroom, so Aegon had to crash with you in your bed. It was your usual arrangement, but tonight, Aegon just couldn’t sleep.

Shifting uncomfortably on the left side of the bed, Aegon turned to face you, wanting to talk to you, to do anything, but you had your back turned to him. Unbeknownst to your best friend, you were fighting your own demons, trying to console yourself for being upset over this. It was his fifth girlfriend already, and you had had to comfort him over so many things ever since you were kids, so why did this bother you so much?

Because you’re hopelessly in love with him, that’s what.

You let out a quiet huff of frustration, but the sudden weight of a warm hand across your waist made you tense up. Aegon had always been feely in his sleep, but this was not helping any of your thoughts right now.

“Aegon…?” You asked in a quiet voice, careful not to wake him if he was asleep. But then, you felt a hardness press between your asscheeks, and you stiffened. He was most definitely not asleep.

“Aegon-“ “Shh,” Aegon’s low rumble that always made your knees weak sliced through the air. You could feel his breath on your neck, as he nestled his head on your shoulder. “I just need to feel…something. Please.”

You swallowed, feeling humiliation creep up your cheeks, staining it red. “Are you serious?” Your voice was not quite your own, scratchy and fragile. You were tearing up. “Aegon, for years, I’ve stood by, being your best friend, caring for you, wanting you, loving you, never wanting for anything more because I fucking loved you, but this is how you treat me? As some rebound fuck to get over your ex?” Your voice was laced with hurt venom. “I can’t believe you.”

Aegon felt every single muscle in his body freeze as your words registered in his mind. You loved him. For so many years now.

Tears were streaming down your face by now, and you wanted to push Aegon away, but you were just so tired. So upset. You flinched when he wrapped his arm around your waist tighter. “Hey,” he said softly into your ear, making goosebumps rise up on your flesh. “Look at me.”

When you refused to turn around, Aegon sighed. He deserved as much, he supposed. “Hey, listen,” Aegon began tentatively. “I know I’m probably the world’s biggest asshole right now, and I probably will earn your eternal enmity after this, but…I love you.”

Shocked, you turned your head back slightly to face him, breath hitching as you felt his hot breath on your bare skin. “…you’re joking.”

Aegon smiled sadly, shaking his head. “I’ve never been more serious in my life. I know I’m the biggest fucking idiot ever for this, but I always buried my feelings and kept it a secret, because…” he hesitated. “Because I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. “If only I knew you had always felt this way, I would’ve said something. Why do I always ruin everything?”

A heavy silence enveloped the room, and Aegon felt his heart break as he heard you sniffle. You were crying because of him. Gods, he was just the biggest douche out there, wasn’t he?

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, stroking your hair gently, not knowing what else to do to comfort you. “I’m so sorry, love.”

Finally, you turned around, your cheeks stained with tears that were visible even in the dark. Aegon swallowed, feeling awful. He had probably just ruined your Christmas and your year. “Y/N-“

He was cut off by the press of your lips on his. Your lips were warm against him, soft and inviting and tasting of gingerbread, and Aegon, despite his initial shock, found himself returning the kiss, letting out a few grunts as his hands found your waist again. The both of you continued making out for a while, while Aegon continued wiping the tears from your eyes. He wanted you so badly. Gods, he always wanted you.

His hands slowly wandered down to your breasts, groping them, squeezing them gently, all while he continued kissing you. You moaned into his mouth as he did, making the bulge in his pants grow undeniably harder. Your hand went down to stoke his cock over his sweatpants, and he hissed into your mouth, making you smile slightly against his lips.

Gradually, your pants fell off, and Aegon’s did too, and you gasped as you felt him stretching out your pussy. You had wanted this for so long, and now you were finally experiencing it. It was still quite unbelievable.

Aegon groaned as he bottomed out in you, his grip on your waist tightening. You made to move your hips, but Aegon stilled your movements, whispering huskily into your ear. “Let’s just stay like this. I want to wake up like this, with you around me.”

A small shiver went through you at those words, and you nodded mutely, letting out a soft yawn. Aegon chuckled, brushing your hair away from your forehead and kissing you on the lips. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Aegon. And Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, love.”

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