Team Green Wedding One-Shots
Synopsis: Team Green Characters and the wedding nights that you would have.
Includes: Alys Rivers, Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Ormund Hightower, Gwayne Hightower, Alicent Hightower, Helaena Targaryen
Warnings: Fem!Reader, Kissing (All), Cunnilingus (Alys), Drinking + Slight intoxication, PinV, unsafe sex (Aegon), Unsafe Sex (Aemond), Mean, slightly manipulating Ormund, Unsafe Sex, PinV, Slight overstimulation (Ormund), Soft Gwayne, Riding, PinV, Unsafe Sex (Gwayne), Not canon story, Nipple sucking, thigh grinding (Alicent), Not canon story but maybe still spoilers for S3??, Jaehaera mention!, cunnilingus + fingering , praising, (Helaena)
Banner Credits:@uzmacchiato
You had lived in Harrenhal nearly your entire life, never having a reason to leave. You had everything you needed, food, water, a roof, and of course, Alys. You had been firm friends since the first time youโd met, despite everyone else's confusion, you two fit magically together and had barely spent a moment apart. It then came as no surprise when your relationship together had blossomed into something more. You two barely ever spent any time apart, your rooms were the closest they could be together (even if you spent most nights with her anyway) and every second awake was spent in her presence. Harrenhal was cold at night, that was one of the first things youโd remember telling Alys when you met, and it seemed even colder now without her presence beside you in bed. Tiredly, you sat up, stretching out your arms and blinking a few times. Your nightgown did practically nothing as you stepped out of bed, feet hitting the stone floor, a sigh escaping your lips as you settled into the cold around you. You knew where to find her, she nearly always went to the same place when she could not sleep, and so you pulled on your dressing gown and left her room. It was colder outside, and you could not help but shiver even through the heavy material on your shoulders, but it was all worth it when you found her standing under the Weirwood.ย
โAlys?โ You whispered, eyes meeting hers as she turned to face you. โAre you not cold?โ
She shook her head in return, eyes flitting back to the tree then back to you.ย
โI could not sleep, I needed to clear my head.โ She spoke, and you moved closer to her, arms brushing. โI was thinking.โ
โAbout?โ You ask, eyes watching her face.ย
โUs.โ Itโs not what you expected, but you wait to hear her anyway. โI cannot imagine my life without you now, we have spent far too long together.โ
You swallow at her words, skin heating up as she turns to face you again.ย
โI wouldnโt leave you.โ You say, โIf youโre worried.โ
She shakes her head barely, her hair shifting over her shoulder.
โI wasnโt. I know you wouldnโt.โ She steps closer, and you catch the faintest smell of herbs from her. โI donโt want us to be apart. I want to keep us together, to keep you forever.โ
Your brow furrows barely, eyes darting over to the tree before you finally realise what she means. Your heart feels like itโs beating out of your ribcage, face burning with heat as you nod and whisper an โOkayโ.
Youโre happy to let Alys lead it, youโd probably be unable to get the words out even though youโd want to. You hold her hand tightly, accept her when she speaks and kneel together before the tree, the white nightgown stained a dark brown when you stand back up. You feel almost dazed as she leads you back inside, although you almost always feel that way around her, when she whispers about โfinishing your ceremonyโ. She pulls you through the cold halls, back to her room, now both of yours room.ย
Sheโs quiet for a moment when the door finally shuts, eyes locked onto your face, like sheโs taking you in when she finally brings her lips to yours. Itโs gentle at first, lips pressed together, her hands holding you in place and your hands holding her forearms. You canโt help the quiet whine that slips out your lips as her kisses get deeper and deeper, more heated, and you let out a small whimper when you feel her smile against your lips and bite gently. You feel lightheaded when her hands start wandering, pushing your dressing gown off and then unbuttoning your nightgown. You shiver as the cold of the room reaches your skin, your own hands finally moving to undress your wife too. You let her push you down against the bed, leaning up onto your elbows as you watch her kiss down your body, biting gently against your thigh. You canโt help the way your head falls back and a sigh escapes your lips as she finally licks up your pussy. You canโt help the noises that escape you as she keeps her mouth against you, sucking your clit, your hand holding her there, her soft hair clutched in your fingers. Your thighs shake and close around her head as you get closer and closer, before you finally release.
You can't help but whisper as she slows down, "I love you, Alys."
You feel her smile, pressing a kiss to your thigh, "I love you too."
You watch as she kisses back up your body and you feel almost overwhelmed with emotion as she finally presses a gentle kiss against your lips. Your eyes are stuck to her as you both finally settle into your bed, pulling her close, finally warming up.
Being picked as the bride for the heir was one thing, it was another thing when said heir was known for frequenting whorehouses and excessive drinking. You couldnโt help but panic every night up unto the wedding, especially when everyone looked at you with such pity since the engagement had been announced. Even worse, youโd not had a chance to meet Aegon before the ceremony. The wedding morning had been hectic, a flurry of maids coming into your chambers beforehand to ensure youโd been appropriately dressed to be presented before the future King. Youโd never been dressed so exquisitely, the cloak over your shoulders the last remaining part of you, your house colours, hung over your shoulders as you stared into the mirror. The door opened, and you turned, your father stood waiting in the doorway, a proud smile spread across his lips as he offered you his arms. Youโd never been awfully close with your father, all his attention mainly spread to your brothers and their training, but at this moment you clung to him as if he was going to disappear in the next minute.ย
The entire day was as if the Gods were against you, as he was gone from your arm within half an hour, now stood beside your future husband. He looked almost as fed up as you, dark circles under his eyes and a restless energy around him. The ceremony felt like you were taken out of your body as he took off your cloak and draped you with his house cloak, black and red enveloping you. You managed to repeat out the words the High Septon guided you with, hand now in your husbands as the ceremony finally concluded. The tenseness never left your body as you sat beside him in the hall, the feast continuing around you. Everyone else was in high spirits, drunk off expensive wine and dancing around. Despite the rich taste, youโd managed a few measly sips and chews before giving up, and your husband seemed just as tense beside you. You did not try to speak to him, unsure of what to say. It was futile anyway, with the most drunk of the lords finally reminding everyone of the bedding ceremony, for you two to finally consummate the marriage. Your skin burned as your ladies ushered you to the chambers, stripping you of your dress and into an almost see through gown, you felt out of place. Even more so when he finally entered the chambers, eyes barely reaching you.ย
The awkwardness felt overwhelming, like a suffocating cover over the two of you, and youโd never been a big drinker, but with the feelings brewing between you the goblet on the table had never seemed so appetising. Without thinking, youโd brought the goblet to your lips, taking two big gulps. The prior glass combined with this had you feeling a different kind of absent mindedness, a floaty feeling in your body as you walked over to him, finally offering him the goblet. You could not feel regret, not when he took it without a word, finishing it for you, and not when the alcohol was finally giving you the slight courage you needed. Aegon was everything you were not expecting, he seemed almost reserved the entirety of your wedding. He had barely spoken, only when prompted by others, and youโd noticed his downcast eyes every time youโd looked at him. You take the glass back from him gently, fingers brushing his as you put it on the table. The silence between you had become suffocating with your new found courage, so you took it upon yourself to find his hands, his hands warm in yours as you led him toward the bed.ย
โI have never done this before.โ You admit, voice no louder than a whisper, and you watch as he simply nods slightly then swallows.ย
It seems almost hesitant as he leans in, lips pressing against yours, the kiss is messy, your hands coming up to his face. It seems nothing more than duteous as he pulls your chemise off, hands roaming over your skin. A sigh escapes his lips as your head hits the pillows, lips still locked onto his. Thereโs a brief pause as he sits up, pulling his shirt off. When his lips are back on yours, you canโt help but let your hands roam over his chest pulling a soft sigh from him. You pull him closer as he finally frees himself from his pants. The other ladies had warned you the first time would be painful, that the men never usually care anyway, that the act was only for the sole purpose of an heir. You forgot all those words of advice when he finally slowly entered you, a soft moan escaping you. Your hands gripped him, keeping him as close as possible as he thrusted. His face was addictive to look at, his expressions exactly what he was feeling as you watched him, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek before locking your lips on his again. His thrusts got more erratic as he got closer, and your stomach tensed as you finally climaxed, his following shortly after as he pressed himself as close as possible. Once heโd finally moved off beside you, you turned your head, looking at him. Despite the lack of communication, youโd felt the night wasnโt all bad, especially with the amount of rumours about him, so it was no surprise when youโd moved closer to him, head resting on his chest. It was even less of a surprise when his arms closed around you.ย
Your marriage had been planned before you could even have a say in it, years and years ago when you were barely a year old. Your father and the King had never been awfully close, but your mother and the Queen Alicent had known each other in youth, so it was no surprise when she had put forward the offer of you marrying the Prince Aemond. Despite this arrangement, youโd grown up quite happily, even with it looming over you, youโd grown to be well liked by the Lords and Ladies of the Keep. You were known for being kind, and happy, far too happy for someone betrothed to Aemond. Your betrothal had never been a cause of concern for you, youโd heard rumours about Aemond, and youโd met him once when you were younger, before he claimed Vhagar. Youโd then heard through letters about his dragon, and the injury caused to him. The whispers were loud after that, rumours of the ugly scar, the missing eye. Youโd decided quickly that youโd decide for yourself what you thought. Time seemed to fly by, and finally it had come the day for your marriage.ย
Youโd taken some preparations yourself, choosing jewellery and hairstyles, and having measurements taken for your cloak, the house colours covering you. You could not lie to yourself as you walked up the aisle, your arm in your fathers, not having seen Aemond since childhood was worrying you slightly, what if he did not like you? It was certainly a shock when your eyes settled on him, his hair was much longer, the white locks halfway down his back, and an eyepatch covering one eye. He was also much much taller. You managed out the vows, changing into the black and red cloak of his house. The feast was not much different, youโd wanted to talk to him, but several lords and ladies divided your attention to wish you well and give you advice. When youโd finally escaped them, it was for your handmaidens to take you to the bedding chambers and to strip you into a chemise. You sighed as you waited, feeling slightly fed up from the night events.ย
The door finally opened, and you stood up, watching as your husband entered. Your eyes followed him as he walked over, skin heating up as he looked you over.ย
โMy wife.โ He said, voice low.ย
โWe have not seen each other for a long time.โ You manage out.ย
โNo.โ He agrees. โAre you worried about it?โย
โA little.โ You admit, and he does not reply. He simply presses his lips to yours, but you canโt help but melt into it.
Itโs overwhelming, the way he kisses, like he wants to devour you entirely, make you his. You eventually make your way into the bed, the chemise long forgotten, a pile of your collective clothes on the floor. His attempt to be condescendingly teasing is forgotten the minute he sees how desperate youโve become, pulling him closer until he finally decides to enter you. He waits, giving you a minute to adjust. You settle, managing to open your eyes, reaching your hand up to his cheek, to his eyepatch.ย
Youโre not stupid, you feel the way he tenses under your touch as your thumb traces the strap of it.
โYou wonโt take it off?โ You ask, voice a whisper.
He shakes his head, swallowing.
โI would not judge, I have not seen you in years. I heard about it through a letter.โ You whisper, and then repeat yourself, adamant. โI would not judge.โ
It is then he finally allows the eyepatch to be moved, his sapphire eye glowing in the soft candle light. You trace your thumb against the scar, bringing him closer so you can kiss him as he finally starts to move. You keep kissing him until the pleasure is too much to bear, until you physically cannot kiss him without moaning against his lips. Then you trace your kisses up his jaw to his cheek to his scar. You revel in the way he shakily sighs against your skin, the way he brings himself closer to you, and then the way his hand snakes in between your bodies, his thumb drawing tight circles on your clit. The moans escaping your lips get louder and louder until you finally release, Aemond follows shortly behind, cumming inside you. You press your kissesย along his cheeks again, pressing your forehead to his, finally content with meeting your husband.
Marrying a Hightower was one of the highest honours you could have gotten as a lady living in the Reach. It was an even higher honour that youโd been betrothed to Ormund Hightower, but even with this honour, you couldnโt help the nerves that were washing over you the night before the wedding. Your family had made many plans, travelling far to your future husband in order for the wedding to be fulfilled, and you had been happy to meet him for the first time. Especially when he had been such a gentleman, pressing a gentle kiss to your hand before escorting you to your chambers. The night felt overwhelming as you waited for the seconds to tick by, counting down the time until youโd be his, until your family would leave and youโd be in an unfamiliar place alone for the first time. It had been so overwhelming you had become restless, and with this restlessness came a necessary walk. Youโd pulled on your dressing gown, before youโd started to wander out the room. Youโd barely been outside for half an hour when you heard another voice join you.
โMy lady.โ You turned to look, arms crossed, when you realised it was your betrothed.
โMy lord.โ You reply, voice quiet in the night.ย
โYou should not wander late at night, you know?โ He speaks, and you watch him smile slightly.
โI know, I should probably be returning to my chambers anyway.โ You reply, ready to turn on your heel when he speaks again.
โLet me escort you, it would be wrong as your betrothed to let you go on your own.โ
You nod at that, it makes sense, and what harm would it do? You were to be married in the morning anyway.
The walk is silent for the most part, the sound of footsteps filling the night air as you finally reach your chamber door. Just as your turn to thank him for his hospitality, he leans down, lips pressing to yours in a hungry kiss. You feel dazed as he pulls away and speaks again.
โSleep well, my love.โย
You nod, turning to enter the chambers, your mind a mess as you figure out what just happened. You know he is to be your husband anyway, but the way he kissed you felt almost ravenous, and it barely helped you put your mind at ease, your body only succumbing to sleep through pure exhaustion.
The lack of sleep definitely caught up to you in the morning, the handmaidens dressed you quickly, and the ceremony was fleeting as you said your vows, blinking groggily from the sunlight.ย
By the night, you were glad, ready to sleep without the lingering anxiety. Until your husband entered the chambers, and you remembered all the advice given from the older ladies at court. You sat down on the bed as he moved over, trying to swallow down all your doubts, to no avail.ย
โI am nervous, husband. I havenโt done anything like this before.โ You admit, it escapes your lips without hesitation.ย
His brow furrows slightly at that, his voice soothing when he speaks, โYou think Iโd mind, my wife?โ
You swallow, unsure of yourself. Perhaps he was truly going to be gentle, unlike what those ladies said. So you darenโt speak when he finally lowered himself down to you, pressing his lips to yours as he did the night prior, kissing you hungrily as his hips ground down into yours. You held onto him tightly, body feeling weak, as he took control. You felt manhandled as he moved you how he wanted, skin burning as he pulled your chemise off, watching as he undresses himself. You want to voice your concerns again, nervous about how quickly he was moving, but it dies in your throat as he kisses you again, pressing into you.ย
You feel the stretch, a whine escaping you, but he just shushes you almost condescendingly as he begins to move. It hurts at first, but the pain bleeds into pleasure, and his hands trace your body like heโs claiming you as his, and you just canโt find yourself caring about the concerns when heโs touching you. You cum first, holding onto him tightly, moaning shamelessly as he continues, overstimulating you slightly until he finally comes inside you, burying himself as deep as possible.
Finding a husband truly chivalrous was something youโd grown up assuming only happened in the stories. Ladies wooed by knights, giving favours and winning tourneys for them. That was until youโd been betrothed to Gwayne Hightower. The first meeting youโd ever had with him was memorable, heโd been nothing but kind, as your fathers discussed the betrothal. He had taken you on a walk around, your arm in his, bashful smiles shared between you as you conversed and a kiss on your hand when he had to depart had you desperate for the next time youโd see each other. (Un)fortunately for you, the next time you got to see each other was the wedding itself. It felt the same as when you first met, the shy smiles and the easy conversations between you almost felt as though you had known each other for years and years, like your souls were already one, tied together. He was everything like the knights in the songs. He complimented your beauty, he looked at you with so much love you might as well have been married for years, and it was no surprise when you two finally snuck away from the celebrations in your shared chambers for a bit of respite. He seemed hesitant when youโd first closed the door, until you had reassured him with a gentle kiss to his lips. His hands had come up to your warm cheeks, pressing more and more kisses to your lips, gentle. He held you as though you were fragile, something he could easily break. The rumours you had heard about the โactโ were thrown out the window with him, it was almost like he was letting you take the lead with it, letting you deepen the kiss, letting you push his clothes off, bringing his own hands up to your chemise until he was pushing it off.ย
The shyness came back after that, you felt nervous as he took you in, the adoration in his eyes evident.ย
โYouโre beautiful.โ He whispered, breathless, lips covered in a sheen of spit.
His words made your stomach turn, and you finally let him pull you to the bed, the soft sheets enveloping you perfectly. You watched him as he kneeled down on the floor beside the bed, the epitome of a true knight serving his lady, even more so when he finally kissed up your legs. You had no thoughts as he licked up you, his movements gentle, building you up slowly, making it feel unbearably good as he sucked on your clit. Your hand held onto his hair, running your fingers through it, soft moans leaving you as you finally came. You watched him finally rise, your hands coming up to pull him close for a kiss, tasting yourself against his lips. You managed to settle him into the bed, shifting so you're on his lap. You canโt help yourself when you begin to grind against him, the groan that leaves him is heavenly, his hands settling on your thighs, his thumb rubbing soothingly against you.
โMy love, I do not wish for you to do something you are not ready for.โ He manages out between soft moans.
You shake your head, โI want it, husband.โ Your lips find his throat as he swallows and nods.
You lift yourself slightly, guiding him into you before sinking down slowly. It burns barely, slightly painful before his thumb rubs circles on your clit, making you tremble and sigh softly. Once you finally settle on him, you start your slow grinds, lips finding his as you moan against each other. Your breaths join together as you get closer and closer, his hips meeting yours as you finally come against each other. You shift off him, settling beside him, happy it was him over anyone else you got to call your husband.
Alicent had been through what you could only describe as hell. She had lost mostly all of her children, and to be pardoned for her crimes by Rhaenyra she had been forced to leave the rest. She had not been proud of what she had done to get away from Kingโs Landing and the war butย she had done it, and she had taken whatever she could get. She was also aware of the fact that the living children she had were not the kindest, not at all what she had hoped from a motherhood she had not wanted in general. The pardon from Rhaenyra had been some grace, allowing her to get away, even if she had to leave Westeros completely, to the free cities.ย
Despite her hesitancy at first, she had found Essos to be desirable for one reason, you. You had helped her when she first arrived, when she had nothing. She had been ever grateful to find you, taking residency in your home with you, especially when you had insisted she need not help you pay for anything at the moment. She had fallen hard, especially with your overwhelming kindness when she felt she did not deserve a single bit of it. You knew she enjoyed your company, as did you with her, it was a surprise however when she showed you just how much she enjoyed your company with a deep kiss one night after a glass of wine. Your relationship had grown within the past few years, and it had started to feel like you two were your own little family, especially when you could finally return to her at night.ย
One of the days you finally had some time away from work, you two had decided to take a nice walk to the market, where you had found a stall selling jewellery. You had heard Alicent complaining about the fact she had less nice things nowadays, having to sell her items to pay for necessities, and your heart ached for her. You took your time with her, picking out a few rings to show her, before you both finally decided on matching rings. Hers was gold, set with a gorgeous dark green stone. You slipped the ring on her finger, and she slipped your ring onto yours when you finally reached home. It felt intimate, the light from the candles low as you looked at her. You watched the light reflect her eyes, you watched as they shut when you leant in to press your lips to hers. She looked like a piece of art as you led her to your bed, her curls woven into your fingers as you pressed yourself as close as possible to her. You couldnโt help but undress her as fast as possible, youโd waited weeks for the opportunity to have her, and you werenโt going to let it go to waste. Youโd promised to make her feel as good as possible, she knew it too, your lips brushed against her skin as you promised her. You let her push your clothes off too, while your own hands roamed against her. You leaned down, her scent intoxicating as you licked around her breast, sucking one nipple before moving onto the next one. You let her pull you close, your legs locked together. You couldnโt help but grind down against her thigh, her doing the same with yours. The sighs and moans escaping your lips were unabashed, your lips dragging down her jaw as her wetness spread across your thigh. Your hips stuttered as you got closer and closer, coming against her thighs. You watch dazed as her hips continue moving, you move your hands down her curves until you reach her hips, helping her move against you until her head falls against your shoulder and sheโs coming against you.ย
Helaena knew that she was never truly in court life. The other lords and ladies had always been in the politics of the Kingdom, she had never really concerned herself like others had, she had focused on her own hobbies. She knew she was important, married to the King, and she knew that she had certain power over others that her mother may need to use. That all fell down when Rhaenyra took Kingโs Landing, keeping her hostage in a room with her mother. That lasted a few weeks until sheโd finally managed to find the hidden passageway within the walls. It was freedom, even if her mother decided she did not want to go through with it. Helaena had never been strong, not in the sense her brothers had been. She had a dragon, like them, but they were trained, they were not women, they were not seen as weak. She was, but even she knew she could not stay. That is how she worked up her courage to sneak through the passage, to get herself and Jahaera out of Kingโs Landing. It had taken energy, too much energy that she did not have to spare, but she had managed it and found herself well into the countryside.ย
That was how she met you. You were travelling back from the market when you came upon the woman and her young girl, you knew how dangerous it was for them to be out here, and you almost applauded her for even making it so far with minimal injuries. You also knew that leaving her out here would certainly mean death for the both of them, which is why you invited her to stay with you for a night, or at least for a meal. It ended up being how Helaena and Jahaera had been living with you for months now. You had a humble home, a small cottage, and a nice plot of land. You raised chickens, something youโd found out Helaena had wished for. Jahaera seemed happier here, Helaena had confided in you, and she did not feel the pressure of being Queen here. You were happy to be some respite for them, even if you worried about being found eventually, especially with them being clearly Targaryen.
It was hard to worry most nights, especially when Helaena joined you in your bed, laid beside you.ย
โI dreamt of you.โ She spoke, and you turned your head to look at her.ย
โWhen?โ You ask, youโd become acquainted with her dreams, her vague explanations of future events.
โMonths ago, it was a calm dream, it was unusual.โ You donโt ask what her dreams are usually like, you found it more confusing. If she said it was calm, you believed her.
โIโm glad I can be the calm for you. And Jahaera.โ You reply, eyes meeting hers.
โShe likes it here.โ She replies, and you canโt help but ask.
โYou do too?โ And she nods, you speak again. โWeโre like a family.โ
You can feel her eyes tracing your face. โA family.โ She repeats.
You nod, turning your head back to her, eyes meeting hers. You shift closer, pressing your lips to hers gently before pulling away.
โYouโd be my wife, itโd be nice, wouldnโt it?โ You whisper.
Her face is burning red, and she nods, you take it as a sign to keep going.ย
โYouโd want to be my wife?โ You ask again, pressing kisses along her face.
โI would.โ She agrees, hands holding onto you as you press kisses down her jaw, then her neck, down her chest.ย
She watches as you continue to move down her body until you settle between her legs. Her nightgown gets pushed up as you watch her, pressing kisses to the soft skin of her thighs before your mouth reaches her. You lick her, gently at first, trying not to overwhelm her as you watch her reactions.ย
โYouโre so beautiful.โ You whisper as you suck her clit, fingers spreading her open as you push in gently.
You revel in all the sounds you draw out of her, stomach fluttering as she tries to muffle herself. Your hand finds hers as she reaches for you, gripping her tightly. It all feels strangely intimate, like youโve known each other for years. You feel drunk off her when she finally comes, you kiss back up her body, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. It feels intimate, like you really are her wife as you clean her gently, helping her settle down.
โI love you.โ You whisper against her hair as she shifts closer to you.
A/N: ouu shii she's back.. hi guys!!! i missed writing and i lowk only wanted to write something for Alys Rivers because sh'es soooooo beautiful but lowk my friend gave me this idea and i js thought why not!! so i did team green !! i hope u guys enjoy, i had to do a little work a round for the female characters cause yk how they feel about gay people in westerosi lowk.....
