“The girl Nettles did not share their celebrations. She had flown with the others, fought as bravely, burned and killed as they had, but her face was black with smoke and streaked with tears when she returned to Dragonstone” -Fire and Blood
Nettles and Sheepstealer post Battle of the Gullet…… They’re not having a good time right now
Snippet of Rhaena/Aemond from my AO3 fic which I probably won't be able to fit into the work itself because...plot issues. Might write bits here, I don't know. We'll see.
tw // implication of dubcon
"WHERE IS SHE?"
For such a petite woman, his wife screams like a banshee. But to her little dragon - that raw, pink, ugly creature - she coos like a siren, all trills and undulations.
Rhaena's arm sweeps across the table, sending his books scattering. Half of them belonged to her grandfather, along with a few scrolls from Yi Ti scribed in a language Aemond has yet to decipher. He pores over them in the evenings, following along with Corlys's annotations - he never had much opinion on the man beyond helping to kill his wife. But Aemond must admit that he had a sharp mind for linguistics.
"Your dragon - " he pauses to finish reading a line of script, thumb pressed to the ink-stained paper. " - is safe. Don't fret."
Rhaena's voice dips low, trembling with rage. "Give her back. She needs me to feed her. She won't feed unless I prepare the bottle - "
"That's funny. She was feeding just fine when I left her with the dragonkeeper." Aemond flings the scroll on the table, and tosses one leg over the other, hands folded across his stomach.
He smiles at her - that cold, cruel, curl of a smile - and waits for it to sink in.
For months now, he has been patient, allowing his wife to come to terms with the reality of their marriage. Granted, he had forced his sister to give her stepdaughter over in marriage as the only elder left in that wretched household, but there was no mistreatment beyond that. Rhaena had her own chambers, her own separate life. All he asked was that eventually, she turn her mind to the reality of ruling a great house.
Heirs.
"Give her back," she repeats, and he almost feels sorry for her. It is clear she is struggling to draw air into her lungs, the absence of her dragon has her so distraught. "Please."
"Give me what I want and you can have your dragon."
"Sire a bastard and have your brother legitimise it. Isn't that what you fought the war for? So that you could both do as you wished? Now this realm is yours. Go! I give you permission. Find a whore and sire a whelp, but first return my dragon to me."
Aemond rises from his chair, slowly, so as not to alarm her.
Ever since the incident in the riverlands, Rhaena has treated him like a caged tiger, giving him a wide berth where and when she can. When he is reminded whose daughter she is, her fear strokes his nerves like silk on velvet, satisfies that deep, sadistic pit in his stomach he has nursed since the first time he watched Vhagar's flames swallow a man whole.
He won't hurt her - the girl is too precious for that sort of bad behaviour - but her fear keeps her in line, prevents her from choosing treason in her bid to escape. Besides, her mother's dragon now keeps watch, turning her childhood home into a prison, one which she has tried and failed to run from. The irony is steeped in poetry.
Rhaena takes a step back, and then another, glassy eyes searching his face for any indication he will accede.
"I want heirs off you." Half the battle is won through physical stature, and Aemond towers over his wife in her delicate rose-pink dress and gold-braided hair. She is a petal, easily plucked and viciously torn, unlike her sister who is all thorns and ice. "A boy, another boy, and then maybe a girl. Little fishes to populate Corlys Velaryon's grand, old Driftmark."
She is staring at him as if her mind has left her body and walked a hundred miles into the sea, deep under the white foam, to a place where he cannot reach her. Except a single trace of his finger down one of her braids brings her twitching back to him.
Only one question remains.
"So...do you want your dragon back, Rhaena?" Aemond asks, sugary sweet.
[PimpMySims4] Better Elders Mod update/revamp is now available for early access patrons! Public Release will be on May 14th, 2021.
Changelog
- Added new interactions
- Added aspirations
- Added new event
- Updated icons
- Fixed other small bugs
Description
The Better Elders mod adds more gameplay for elders to create a more in depth experience for your sims. It adds traits, events, aspirations, interactions and more to your game. This mod is a work in progress, and will periodically have updates for bug fixes and to add new features.
Traits
These traits are all gameplay traits that are gained through gameplay, not through CAS.
Doting Grand Parent
Grandparent sims can use the “Spoil Grandchild” Interaction in the friendly category to give their grand kids money for toys and for a chance of gaining this trait. It is a gameplay trait which makes sims autonomously interact with kids more and give whims you would expect from a good grandparent.
Grumpy Geezer
Elders can use the “Destroy Hope and Dreams” Interaction in the mean category on a child or teen have a chance of gaining this trait. It is a gameplay trait which makes sims autonomously act mean towards other sims including kids. They will also have mean whims.
Jaded
Children or teens who get their dreams crushed will gain this trait. It is a gameplay trait which makes sims occasionally sad because their dreams were crushed at an early age.
Interactions
Depending on your relationship with the other sim and/or their traits, these interactions could have different results. Some interactions will give your sim and/or the other sim positive or negative buffs/moodlets! Each trait has exclusive social interactions as well, some may only appear after talking to sims for a certain period of time.
“Ask To Fix Phone”
“Gossip About Neighbor’s Kids”
“Spoil Grandchild"
"Destroy Hopes and Dreams"
"Complain about Technology”
“Get off my lawn”
“Criticize Modern Music”
“Give Unsolicited Advice”
“Give Life Advice”
“Tell Stories About Old Times”
“Pass Down Family Traditions” *New*
“Pass Down Secret Family Recipes” *New*
…and more!
Aspirations
These work best if you have all or most of the packs.
Cozy Crafter *New*
This sim wants to spend all of their new free time crafting items to give to their loved ones.
Globe Trotter *New*
This sim wants to use their retirement savings to travel the world and experience all that there is to offer while they still can.
…More coming soon!
Social Events
Senior Singles Event
Elders need some love too! Flirt and find love after retirement with this event.
Game Night
We may not have bingo, but elder sims still deserve to have fun! Invite over anyone in town to play some cards, Don’t Wake the Llama, or maybe even darts.
Retirement Party *New*
Retire in style by celebrating your sim’s past accomplishments as well as their future endeavors.
Check out the update here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/50923528
I'm really fond of the idea of an AU where its Mikasa who has a crush on Levi.
Though she continues obsessing over Eren, she notices all the little things about her captain and gradually develops feelings for Levi without realizing it herself.
The Defenestration of Sunspear
Artwork by Ertaç Altinöz
When Aegon reached Sunspear, it was to find Queen Rhaenys already there—after she, too, had discovered several Dornish castles abandoned along the way. The shadow town was half empty, and Sunspear itself was abandoned by all but the servants. Even the aged Meria Martell was gone. Despite this, Aegon declared victory. He installed Lord Jon Rosby as the Castellan of Sunspear and Warden of the Sands, ordered Lord Tyrell to put down any resistance, and departed through the Prince’s Pass.
In the wake of their departure, the Dornish rose up in rebellion, taking back the castles that Aegon and his sisters had conquered and slaughtering the garrisons. Meria Martell reappeared from hiding and—in an act that would later be called the Defenestration of Sunspear—tossed Lord Rosby out of the highest window of the Spear Tower. As for Lord Harlan Tyrell, he and his host were never seen again after they marched into the desert in an attempt to conquer Vaith.
Sending you an unclaimed prompt someone submitted for kinkmas because I was waiting for someone to write it 😂
Daeron and Rhaena are betrothed and the two nice Targaryens get along fine. Their wedding night comes and Aemond decides to interrupt and show Rhaena he can satisfy her better than his inexperienced brother
I'll admit I was very surprised to receive a request for this paring, I didn't even realize it was one, but you're the first of three requesting it!
Noble children are often betrothed when they were children and Rhaena Velaryon and Daeron Targaryen were no exceptions. Tied together as a way to further unite the two families, the two had long since accepted their union. Now adults, the day had come.
The wedding ceremony had come and gone, Rhaena in a lovely white and seafoam green dress, her white hair spun into elegant braids. Daeron clashed against her, his outfit of red and black a stark comparison against her own. The two of them had made fast friends of one another but their clothing reflected what was shown inside, a disconnect and clashing of romantic, and sexual, compatibility.
When it had come time for the wedding night, it had become obvious.
“Ah wait do you want me to-“
“No more like this, wait no don’t-“
It had been a fumbling mess, despite both parties' genuine attempts at making it work. Rhaena felt incredibly disappointed, knowing that she was now to be trapped in a loveless (and likely mostly sexless) marriage to a lovely man. A lovely man who, no matter how hard she tried, was terrible at everything he’d tried with her. Rhaena was kind enough to give him several chances but eventually she had asked him to stop, feeling terribly guilty over it.
After their failed attempt Rhaena had excused herself for some fresh air and was now leaning over a balcony in her nightdress. The wind moved through her and she shivered, pulling her robe tighter around her.
“I figured you and my brother would still be wrapped up in one another.” Rhaena jumped, turning to look at whoever had startled her. It was Aemond. A shiver ran down her spine, though she tried to place the blame on the wind and not the sight of him.
“It…we couldn’t..” she tried to think of a way to explain herself without outright embarrassing her or Daeron. He stepped forward, trailing his hand along the railing as he slowly stepped forward. His presence overwhelmed her, the scent of him and his significant height advantage made him feel all consuming despite him being a foot away from her.
Loathe as she was to admit it, she’d always had a bit of a crush on the slightly older man. She thought he was beautiful, similar to how dragons were beautiful. Shimmering and magnificent but with an overt danger overall. She swallowed thickly.
Aemond noticed, eyes locking onto how her throat bobbed. “It truly is unfortunate, a woman like you left alone like this, on her wedding night no less.” He stepped closer still, hand leaving the railing to brush over her arm, fingers dancing against her skin. She knew he was implying what his touch meant. Rhaena had been raised to be a dutiful and loyal woman but she’d also been raised by her grandmother, who’d told her to seek out what would bring her pleasure in life as much as she could. She’d earned it, she’d said, the chance to be free. Rhaena decided that now, this would be her chance.
Rhaena didn’t recall the trip to Aemond’s chambers. They had kissed on the balcony, her hesitation quickly giving way to lust as he had nearly bent her over the railing, hands clutching her tightly to him. She’d managed to say something along the lines of “We can’t stay out here.” and so he had dragged her along to his room, kissing her all the while.
He’d been gentle with her as he removed her nightgown, slipping it off her shoulders as he’d lain kisses along them. He was still clothed, which Rhaena found incredibly unfair. She began to undo the buckles on his doublet, pulling it off along with his shirt. Her hands had run across his chest, just barely, the touch nervous and unsure. She stood naked next to a man she wanted that was not her husband and she didn’t know where to start.
“Don’t be nervous. I’ll take care of you.” He murmured, placing a chaste, almost sweet kiss on her cheek as he moved her back onto the bed.
“Where did he touch you?” He asked, he placed his hands on her body, wanting her to lead him everywhere his brother had tried and failed to pleasure her.
Rhaena showed him, gesturing along her breasts and around her lips, then stopping. Aemond huffed out a laugh, his lips twisting almost cruelly. “That’s all he bothered to do…” he muttered under his breath, clearly disappointed with his brother's methods.
“I’ll show you real pleasure.” He promised her, and Rhaena soon knew he was a man that kept his promises.
He had first shown her the pleasure that could be found on her own, his fingers massaging her clit as his other hands had found her breasts. His mouth worked at its own pace, licking and sucking along as he went. Rhaena had never felt like this before, the blissful nature of his menstrations sending her to a place she desperately wanted to go to again.
“It should always be like this,” he whispered, “You should always feel this way. I can make you feel like this, this bliss, whenever you’d like.” His other hand, the one not currently pumping in and out of her swollen cunt, trailed upwards to her throat. He gently grasped it, not quite putting pressure, and tilted her head back. Holding her in place he drug his tongue up between the valley of her breasts and up her neck. It was a dirty, possessive move. A show of control over her. He didn’t need to bother though, he had already placed his claim on her the moment he pulled her into his arms on the balcony, his brother and her husband be damned.
It hadn’t taken long for her to climax, her head thrown back as she’d twitched around his fingers. He’d kissed her through it, leaning down closer to her and in doing so had brushed against her, his hardness obvious through the pants he still wore.
“Oh Aemond, you’re still..do you want me to take care of you?” His eyes met hers.
“You always were the considerate type. But no, not tonight. You need to get back to your husband…and it’s nearly light outside.” To her shock he was right, the early morning sky a soft purple. She quickly dressed again, leaving Aemond half dressed on the bed.
He looked lovely, hair slightly mussed, shirtless, a slight pink across his cheeks. Gods she was tempted to go back to bed with him.
“Will I see you again? Like this, I mean.” She desperately hoped he’d say yes. He nodded, and as she returned to her rooms, a lightness in her step, she smiled.
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