I’m a fluff writer through and through, I can write smut but it takes me a while and it isn’t very good. I will write angst but it will need a happy ending!! I love writing about family dynamics and children! Give me all the crack fic ideas!!
You have a dragon and Aerion falling in love. Crack fic, no descriptions of reader
“Leave her alone! She hasn’t done anything!” You shout pushing through the crowd to reach stormfrye, the dragon who you found moons ago as only a hatchling. The poor thing was starving when you came across her looking for herbs. “She’s good! Don’t hurt her!” Poor Stormfrye is clearly terrified as she’s having ropes thrown over her and is getting surrounded by people trying to catch her. But she doesn’t hurt anyone, she’s a gentle dragon like that. She just looks at you with pure terror in her eyes. “She’s good!”
“You know this dragon?” The village leader asks, when you throw yourself between a pitchfork and the dragon. Knowing it won’t hurt her but not wanting to risk it. The man viewing you as the crazy ward of the village healer. Who admittedly was also a bit crazy when she was alive.
“Yes, she’s my friend. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone.” You say standing protectively in front of the bright blue dragon. The girl hissing when someone tries to touch you.
“Sure looks like it.” The man who tried to pull you away says sarcastically.
“If she wanted to hurt you you’d be dead.” You snap, pulling the pitchfork off the moron.
“Exactly, so we’d better kill the thing!” Someone else shouts, multiple others agreeing with the idea.
“No, if the Targaryens find out we’ll all be dead. Best have them deal with it.” The old woman who sells cattle says wisely. Not wanting to think about what would happen if the royal family found out the village killed a dragon.
“You want to pass a dragon over to the Targaryens?” The butchers boy shouts, his father slapping him over the head to shut up.
“What choice do we have?”
“Kill it!”
“Please.” You beg tears welling up in your eyes. “She’s good, I’ve kept her hidden for moons. We can leave and no one ever has to find out.”
“I’m sorry dear.” The village leader says giving you a sad smile before looking over to his wife. “Contact the Targaryens.”
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“They’re clearly lying.” Aerion says riding his horse along side his father, uncle and kings guard. The three going to investigate the alleged dragon.
“I agree with Aerion it’s clearly bullshit.” Maekar says having dragged his second son along, not wanting to go himself but Baelor made him.
“We still have to check it out.” Baelor sighs wishing he brought Valarr, at least then it could be a nice father son trip. “We’ll go, smooth over their worries and go home.”
“So you also agree it’s bullshit, good.”
“Maekar-.”
-
“So where’s this dragon?” Maekar asks as soon as he dismounts his horse not even to do the introductions like Baelor. Aerion just looking at a peasant boy in disgust when he tries to touch the prince.
“I’m the caves your grace, we’ve got people on watch so it can’t leave with the girl.” The village leader says bowing in greeting, stumbling over his feet as he does so.
“What girl?” Aerion asks thinking even more that this whole thing is bullshit. Why would a dragon show themselves to some girl when he’s alive. It just doesn’t make sense.
“The one who found the dragon, she’s been keeping it secret for moons we only found out a few weeks ago your graces and we immediately sent word for you.” The leader over explains not wanting to get in trouble for possibly hiding a dragon.
“Have you actually seen this dragon or a you taking a crazy girls word for it?” Maekar asks deciding to take the lead, ignoring Baelor’s look.
“Oh we’ve seen it alright.” The butcher says with a scoff before Baelor can interject. “Vicious blue thing, it almost took my arm.”
“Yet you still have it.” Aerion says raising an eyebrow at the man who clearly still has both of his arms attached.
“Look just see for yourselves.”
-
“We’re coming in!” The village leader who Baelor learnt is called Dale shouts into the cave that has multiple ‘guards’ standing outside. Ser Roland being sent in first to check if it’s a trap.
“Holy shit.” The knight says from in the cave. “You might want to look at this your grace!”
Maekar and Baelor share a look before making their way into the cave, hands on weapons with Aerion following behind. When they reach the open area they are met with a light blue dragon with yellow lines shooting across it, looking like lightning. Curled up in the corner like it was trying to hide with you stood next to it looking like you’re guarding the mighty beast. “What the fuck.”
“Hello, this is stormfrye.” You say offering a small wave, not sure how to greet them.
“Marry me.” Aerion blurts out dropping to one knee in front of you. Making you blink at him in confusion, you thought the Targaryens would try and steal Stormfrye not marry you.
“I don’t know you.” You say tentatively not sure what to say to the pretty silver haired boy.
“That doesn’t matter.” He says looking at you and your dragon in wonder. “I love you.”
“Get up you pathetic boy.” Maekar says pulling his second son up by the arm. “Have some dignity.”
“That’s a dragon.” Baelor says staring at the beast who kept its eyes on you all.
“Yes.” You answer simply, scratching the dragons head.
“Right, how did you find this dragon?” Baelor asks after a moment. Not expecting there to actually be a dragon.
“I found Stormfrye when I was out looking for herbs during a storm and she was curled up crying, the poor girl looked so hungry. So I took her home and fed her.” You explain, like it’s an every occurrence to bring a dragon home and feed it back to heath. “And when she got too big for the house I took her here.”
“Right.” Baelor says, trying to think of what to do next.
“You’re not going to take her away from me are you?” You ask worried, loving the growing dragon. Who only got caught that day because she wanted to explore and got too close to town.
“Of course not! You’re my dragon queen.” Aerion says quickly trying to get closer to you but his father pulls him back.
“Aerion shut up.” Maekar snaps, looking back at you and your dragon. “We’re not leaving a dragon here.”
“You can come with us, I’m sure Stormfrye will need a familiar face.” Baelor offers, wondering how to even transport the thing. “Have you ridden her?”
“A few times around the cliffs.” You say fidgeting on the spot deciding not to mention the first attempt when you both fell into the sea.
“Then you’ll have to come with us.” Baelor tells you, still trying to think of where to house the dragon.
“Why?”
“You’re her rider.”
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“I shall ride with you my dragonness.” Aerion says to you kissing the back of your hand, as you check you’ve got everything before you leave your village. No one coming to say goodbye, not that you’re surprised you’re always been seen as odd.
“Aerion stop being so fucking weird.” Maekar sighs, having no idea his second son could be so pathetic.
“That would actually be a good idea, Aerion you can show her the way.” Baelor says, having sent word to his father to meet at summerhall.
“Will two even fit?” Maekar asks looking at the relatively small dragon.
“I think so, we might just be a bit slower.” You say looking at stormfrye knowing your girl can handle it.
-
“Are you sure about this?” Maekar asks his older brother as they mount their horses. Waiting for you and Aerion to mount stormfrye.
“No, but who knows maybe when we get there you’ll have a daughter in law.” Baelor says looking at you and Aerion talking.
“I think I already do.” Maekar says looking at Aerion who’s got the biggest smile on his face as Stormfrye nudges him wanting his attention.
-
“We’ll marry as soon as we get to summerhall, I can’t wait to show everyone our dragon.” Aerion says as you fly through the sky, his arms wrapped around your waist.
“Can I get to know you first?” You ask, finding him weirdly endearing. You know he only wants you for stormfrye but he’s the first person you’ve been able to actually talk about stormfrye to. No one else caring that she doesn’t like eel or likes to play.
“We can do that once we’re married.” He says simply kissing your cheek.
heyyy! Can you write a comedic Aerion x Wife!Reader where his brothers absolutely adore her and are always trying to spend quality time with her while Aerion gets ridiculously possessive and annoyed about it? (sorry if you’ve already written something like this and I just haven’t found it yet!)
She’s mine
Crack fic!!!! He’s so pathetic it’s amazing. This was so fun to write!!! Thank you for the request🩵 feel free to send more 🐉
“What are you pouting about?” Maekar asks his second son when he enters his private solar and finds his son sulking on the sofa. Looking like someone died.
“My wife.” Aerion responds dramatically resting his hand on his forehead, like a dramatic maiden. Truly pathetic.
“What about her?” Maekar asks not actually caring but he knows he can’t get anything done until he’s dealt with Aerion.
“She’s left me.”
“No she hasn’t.” Maekar say rolling his eyes, knowing that you’re just in the library with Aemon researching healing techniques.
“She has, she’s spending her time with everyone but me.” Aerion proclaims, thinking back to how you spent last night reading to his sisters before having a drink with Daeron. “She doesn’t love me anymore.”
“You’ve just come back from your second honeymoon.” Maekar says giving the boy a look. You both coming back from Dorne not even 2 weeks ago.
“Exactly we’re newlyweds she should be with me.” He responds already thinking of when he can take you on a third trip.
“You married over a year ago.” Maekar sighs, waiting for you both to give him a grandchild. Now not sure how Aerion will cope with you giving attention to a child.
“And?”
“Go away.” Maekar tells him sitting down behind his desk, having letters he’s got to deal with.
“That’s what she told me.” Aerion whines almost falling off the sofa when he moves dramatically.
“No she didn’t.” His father says, knowing you wouldn’t say that to your husband. You probably just told him to be quiet.
“It was implied.”
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“Go away.” Aerion tells Rhae, the girl cuddling you in his bed, you reading to her.
“No, you go away.” She says snuggling into you.
“She’s my wife.” Aerion say pushing his youngest sister wanting her to leave so he can cuddle you.
“I was here first!” Rhae argues having been with you for the past hour, listening to you read.
“I was alive first!” Aerion argues back wanting you to himself.
“Enough!” You snap, fed up with the arguing as you have a headache. “Aerion if you would like to join us you can, but you have to be nice.”
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“Can I have a hug?” Egg asks having hurt himself in the training yard when he jumped off a wall. He’s perfectly fine he just wants some comfort.
“Of course sweetheart.” You say going to stand up from where you’re sat with Aerion knitting a blanket.
“No.” Aerion says pulling you back into his arms and away from the boy you’re trying to hug.
“Aerion! He can have a hug.” You say trying to get out of your husband clinging hands.
“No he can’t.” Aerion says practically wrapping himself around you so you can’t get up. “Get your own wife!”
“I’m 10!” Egg argues, now wanting the hug even more to upset his brother.
“What’s that got to do with me?” Aerion counters pressing kisses all over your face. “Now fuck off.”
-
“We should go out tonight.” Daeron says to you over dinner, the both of you sharing a bottle of wine or two.
“That would be nice, I heard there’s a play happening outside that tavern we like.” You say placing your hand over Aerion’s as he places his on your thigh.
“We have to go then.” Daeron says before getting interrupted by his brother.
“No.”
“Aerion.” You say with a sigh, your husband being too dumb to realise he was included in we. Like he is every time.
“No, you’re my wife not his.” Aerion whines wanting to watch the play with you. “Why can’t we go together?”
“You’re invited you moron.” Daeron says giving his brother a look, thinking Aerion jealously is dumb.
heyyy! Can you write a comedic Aerion x Wife!Reader where his brothers absolutely adore her and are always trying to spend quality time with her while Aerion gets ridiculously possessive and annoyed about it? (sorry if you’ve already written something like this and I just haven’t found it yet!)
She’s mine
Crack fic!!!! He’s so pathetic it’s amazing. This was so fun to write!!! Thank you for the request🩵 feel free to send more 🐉
“What are you pouting about?” Maekar asks his second son when he enters his private solar and finds his son sulking on the sofa. Looking like someone died.
“My wife.” Aerion responds dramatically resting his hand on his forehead, like a dramatic maiden. Truly pathetic.
“What about her?” Maekar asks not actually caring but he knows he can’t get anything done until he’s dealt with Aerion.
“She’s left me.”
“No she hasn’t.” Maekar say rolling his eyes, knowing that you’re just in the library with Aemon researching healing techniques.
“She has, she’s spending her time with everyone but me.” Aerion proclaims, thinking back to how you spent last night reading to his sisters before having a drink with Daeron. “She doesn’t love me anymore.”
“You’ve just come back from your second honeymoon.” Maekar says giving the boy a look. You both coming back from Dorne not even 2 weeks ago.
“Exactly we’re newlyweds she should be with me.” He responds already thinking of when he can take you on a third trip.
“You married over a year ago.” Maekar sighs, waiting for you both to give him a grandchild. Now not sure how Aerion will cope with you giving attention to a child.
“And?”
“Go away.” Maekar tells him sitting down behind his desk, having letters he’s got to deal with.
“That’s what she told me.” Aerion whines almost falling off the sofa when he moves dramatically.
“No she didn’t.” His father says, knowing you wouldn’t say that to your husband. You probably just told him to be quiet.
“It was implied.”
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“Go away.” Aerion tells Rhae, the girl cuddling you in his bed, you reading to her.
“No, you go away.” She says snuggling into you.
“She’s my wife.” Aerion say pushing his youngest sister wanting her to leave so he can cuddle you.
“I was here first!” Rhae argues having been with you for the past hour, listening to you read.
“I was alive first!” Aerion argues back wanting you to himself.
“Enough!” You snap, fed up with the arguing as you have a headache. “Aerion if you would like to join us you can, but you have to be nice.”
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“Can I have a hug?” Egg asks having hurt himself in the training yard when he jumped off a wall. He’s perfectly fine he just wants some comfort.
“Of course sweetheart.” You say going to stand up from where you’re sat with Aerion knitting a blanket.
“No.” Aerion says pulling you back into his arms and away from the boy you’re trying to hug.
“Aerion! He can have a hug.” You say trying to get out of your husband clinging hands.
“No he can’t.” Aerion says practically wrapping himself around you so you can’t get up. “Get your own wife!”
“I’m 10!” Egg argues, now wanting the hug even more to upset his brother.
“What’s that got to do with me?” Aerion counters pressing kisses all over your face. “Now fuck off.”
-
“We should go out tonight.” Daeron says to you over dinner, the both of you sharing a bottle of wine or two.
“That would be nice, I heard there’s a play happening outside that tavern we like.” You say placing your hand over Aerion’s as he places his on your thigh.
“We have to go then.” Daeron says before getting interrupted by his brother.
“No.”
“Aerion.” You say with a sigh, your husband being too dumb to realise he was included in we. Like he is every time.
“No, you’re my wife not his.” Aerion whines wanting to watch the play with you. “Why can’t we go together?”
“You’re invited you moron.” Daeron says giving his brother a look, thinking Aerion jealously is dumb.
But we look back everyday- rechecking emails, making sure a friend is still behind you, checking to see if you remebered to pick up your keys. It's second nature, a habit of care.
It was second nature for him too. He looked back, not out of weakness, but love. For what is love, if not to look back?
dunk and reader are completely and totally in love with each other. reader travels with dunk. one day, dunk wakes up and doesn’t find reader. he thinks reader has left him, turns out he accidentally left her in the village they were staying in and hadn’t realised (for the reason, you can decide!) but reader isn’t mad at him when he goes back to the village to find reader and apologise but rather is amused by it!
hope you have a wonderful day! 🫶🏽
I love the idea but i can only write Orpheus. Aka I need my man to always turn around. My brain can’t compute not constantly checking that your person is with you. I really like the idea but my brain won’t let me write it. I’m really sorry
Wrote this tired if you couldn’t tell, so three scenarios of sleep deprivation with my loves and their babies. Just fluff. Breastfeeding mentioned This is short as I was struggling to think of ideas, once again that you for the request my love 🥰🥰
“Not it.” Keira mumbles rolling over when one of the babies starts crying. The babies refusing to feed from the nursemaid’s so they’re having to stay in your chambers so you and Kiera can feed them. Valarr being given nappy duty.
“I’ve got it.” Valarr says almost falling out of bed as he gets up before picking up a crying Vaella, the girl not needing to be changed. “Hello my little princess can you go back to sleep?” At the loss of his sister Vaekar wakes up and starts crying. “And my prince.” He adds as an afterthought moving Vaella from his chest as she tries to suckle from him. Why she tries to suckle from Valarr but not the nursemaids you don’t know. “I need one of you.”
“Why?” You ask half asleep, opening your eyes to look at your husband in the moonlight. The man’s hair a ruffled mess.
“I don’t have tits full of milk.” He says just wanting to sleep, feeling really envious of Kiera’s ability to fall back asleep immediately.
“Who are you and what have you done with Valarr?” You tease getting out of bed, pulling your shift down to release your boobs. Sitting in the chair next to the crib that the babies share, only settling when together. Valarr passing you Vaella, giving you a quick kiss as he does so, so she can feed. Him bouncing Vaekar the boy not hungry, just crying because his sister was.
“Sleep deprivation with children who will only sleep with their parents and won’t touch nursemaids.” He says, having been up late anyway working with his father.
“That will do it.” You say sleepily, grateful Baelor has offered to have them for some of the morning so you can all sleep.
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“I love you.” Valarr mumbles sleepily cuddling into Keira’s side while she plays with his hair, pulling lightly to get the knots out. The babies down for their nap.
“I love you too.” She says back softly, loving the quiet moments. “How do you feel about having a late night picnic?”
“Get me out of this evenings council meeting and yes.” He says snuggling into her more, wanting to spend time together but also desperate for sleep.
“I think I’ll leave that task up to our wife.” She says back, still playing with his messy hair.
“That’s a good idea.”
“What’s a good idea?” You ask quietly as not to wake the babies when you enter your chambers, having just picked a new book to read from the library.
“You being the one to get Valarr out of tonight’s council meeting.” Keira answers waiting for you to join them.
“Oh, that’s been rearranged to tomorrow anyway.” You say changing out of your day dress so you can have a nap with your husband and wife.
“What?”
“Baelor asked when he could next have the children so I told him we want to have a date tonight and he offered to have them.” You answer, not bothering to change out of your shift.
“I love you.” Valarr says seriously, having been dreading the meeting. So it even just being pushed back is a blessing.
“I love you too.” You say kissing them both softly before nudging Valarr, you wanting to be in the middle. “Now move, I want a cuddle as well.”
-
“Read to us.” Keira says to you as she’s bouncing baby Vaella, the 11 moon old girl not wanting to go down for her nap. Vaekar sleeping on a sleeping Valarr who was meant to be in a meeting. You sat reading next to them.
“As you wish.” You tell her, getting out of bed to take the crying babe off her. “Hello my little princess, how many chapters do you think it will take for mama to fall asleep?”
“I can-.” Kiera tries to object just wanting to hear your voice instead of her crying daughters.
“You know she’ll sleep quicker listening to the vibrations of my voice and you haven’t slept in hours, you need sleep to sleep kie.” You say softly to your overtired wife, swaying slightly Vaella starting to finally settle. “Both my princesses are tired and need to sleep so let me read to you both.”
“Are you sure? You were up as well.” She says yawning walking over to the bed to cuddle the boys.
“And I napped earlier, it’s your turn.” You tell her, having slept in the library this morning.
can we get a king baelor fic please! it can be apart of the unexpected wife universe and it’s their coronation.
My king
Short but sweet, part of the unexpected wife but you don’t need to read it to understand
“All hail his Grace, King Baelor Targaryen! The second of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm.” The high Septon announces as he places Baelor’s crown on the kneeling man’s head, crowing him king. You and the children stood slightly to the side, Valarr going to be crowned prince of dragonstone right after. Smiles on all your faces as you look at the new king. The entire hall erupting into cheers shouting ‘long live king Baelor’.
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“My king.” You say once you’ve finished greeting everyone, finally finding some time to see your husband. Him stood talking to Valarr, the boy planning on proposing to Lady Keira later tonight when on a walk through the gardens. “My prince, breathe all will be well.” You say touching your eldest stepson’s shoulder, the boy looking so much like his father.
“How do you know? I have this whole speech planned but-.”
“Valarr it will be fine, I promise you. But stop panicking and ask your lady to dance she’s stuck in a conversation with lady Buckley.” At that the now grown boy kisses your cheek before talking a breath and walking over to Kiera.
“My queen.” Baelor says kissing you softly, not caring that it wasn’t technically proper. You’re his wife and he loves you, he doesn’t care who see’s.
“I haven’t been crowned I’m still a princess.” You tease knowing that’s not how it works, having been offered to be crowned just after Baelor but you decided against it. Wanting your husband and Valarr to be the centre of attention. You being queen by marriage anyway.
“Really?” The man says raising an eyebrow at you, a smirk on his face he sees Mataerys coming up behind you holding a pillow with his gift on. His sister following behind both wearing their favorite tiaras. “I think you should look at what our son is holding.”
“Oh my gods.” You say, covering your mouth with your hands seeing Mataerys hold the most beautiful and intricate tiara you’ve ever seen with diamonds and pearls decorating it. “You didn’t have to I was only teasing.”
“I know you were, my love.” Baelor says kissing your cheek before nudging you over to Mataerys, the girls coming to stand by their father. “But I can’t have my queen wearing a basic tiara.”
“My prince.” You say to the boy curtsying dramatically with a smile staying down on the floor for then boy.
“Mother.” He smiles back before Baelor fake coughs giving the boy a look. “I mean my queen.” He corrects giving not even bothering to hide his smile as he places the gorgeous tiara on your head at a slight angle. “I now pronounce you queen.”
“That’s not what you’re meant to say but thank you Mataerys.” Baelor laughs as you pull the boy into a hug kissing his cheek, the boy pretending to be annoyed when he wipes his cheek. “So how do you feel my queen?” He asks when you release the boy so he can pull you into a hug himself, the girls joining to make it a group hug.
“Brilliant my king, but I must thank you for giving me the best family I could ever ask for.” You say holding your husband’s face in your hands giving him a kiss. The both of you ignoring the children made disgusted noises at the sight. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” He says softly a look of pure love and admiration on his handsome face. “Would you like to dance?”
You’re about to reply when there’s a bunch of loud gasps from the middle of the dance floor. Valarr down on one knee in front of lady Kiera. “Marry me.”
“Yes.” She responds covering her mouth in shock, her pink hair framing her face. “Of course.”
“He is so your son.” You say leaning into your husband who forgot his own speech when proposing.
You have a dragon and Aerion falling in love. Crack fic, no descriptions of reader
“Leave her alone! She hasn’t done anything!” You shout pushing through the crowd to reach stormfrye, the dragon who you found moons ago as only a hatchling. The poor thing was starving when you came across her looking for herbs. “She’s good! Don’t hurt her!” Poor Stormfrye is clearly terrified as she’s having ropes thrown over her and is getting surrounded by people trying to catch her. But she doesn’t hurt anyone, she’s a gentle dragon like that. She just looks at you with pure terror in her eyes. “She’s good!”
“You know this dragon?” The village leader asks, when you throw yourself between a pitchfork and the dragon. Knowing it won’t hurt her but not wanting to risk it. The man viewing you as the crazy ward of the village healer. Who admittedly was also a bit crazy when she was alive.
“Yes, she’s my friend. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone.” You say standing protectively in front of the bright blue dragon. The girl hissing when someone tries to touch you.
“Sure looks like it.” The man who tried to pull you away says sarcastically.
“If she wanted to hurt you you’d be dead.” You snap, pulling the pitchfork off the moron.
“Exactly, so we’d better kill the thing!” Someone else shouts, multiple others agreeing with the idea.
“No, if the Targaryens find out we’ll all be dead. Best have them deal with it.” The old woman who sells cattle says wisely. Not wanting to think about what would happen if the royal family found out the village killed a dragon.
“You want to pass a dragon over to the Targaryens?” The butchers boy shouts, his father slapping him over the head to shut up.
“What choice do we have?”
“Kill it!”
“Please.” You beg tears welling up in your eyes. “She’s good, I’ve kept her hidden for moons. We can leave and no one ever has to find out.”
“I’m sorry dear.” The village leader says giving you a sad smile before looking over to his wife. “Contact the Targaryens.”
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“They’re clearly lying.” Aerion says riding his horse along side his father, uncle and kings guard. The three going to investigate the alleged dragon.
“I agree with Aerion it’s clearly bullshit.” Maekar says having dragged his second son along, not wanting to go himself but Baelor made him.
“We still have to check it out.” Baelor sighs wishing he brought Valarr, at least then it could be a nice father son trip. “We’ll go, smooth over their worries and go home.”
“So you also agree it’s bullshit, good.”
“Maekar-.”
-
“So where’s this dragon?” Maekar asks as soon as he dismounts his horse not even to do the introductions like Baelor. Aerion just looking at a peasant boy in disgust when he tries to touch the prince.
“I’m the caves your grace, we’ve got people on watch so it can’t leave with the girl.” The village leader says bowing in greeting, stumbling over his feet as he does so.
“What girl?” Aerion asks thinking even more that this whole thing is bullshit. Why would a dragon show themselves to some girl when he’s alive. It just doesn’t make sense.
“The one who found the dragon, she’s been keeping it secret for moons we only found out a few weeks ago your graces and we immediately sent word for you.” The leader over explains not wanting to get in trouble for possibly hiding a dragon.
“Have you actually seen this dragon or a you taking a crazy girls word for it?” Maekar asks deciding to take the lead, ignoring Baelor’s look.
“Oh we’ve seen it alright.” The butcher says with a scoff before Baelor can interject. “Vicious blue thing, it almost took my arm.”
“Yet you still have it.” Aerion says raising an eyebrow at the man who clearly still has both of his arms attached.
“Look just see for yourselves.”
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“We’re coming in!” The village leader who Baelor learnt is called Dale shouts into the cave that has multiple ‘guards’ standing outside. Ser Roland being sent in first to check if it’s a trap.
“Holy shit.” The knight says from in the cave. “You might want to look at this your grace!”
Maekar and Baelor share a look before making their way into the cave, hands on weapons with Aerion following behind. When they reach the open area they are met with a light blue dragon with yellow lines shooting across it, looking like lightning. Curled up in the corner like it was trying to hide with you stood next to it looking like you’re guarding the mighty beast. “What the fuck.”
“Hello, this is stormfrye.” You say offering a small wave, not sure how to greet them.
“Marry me.” Aerion blurts out dropping to one knee in front of you. Making you blink at him in confusion, you thought the Targaryens would try and steal Stormfrye not marry you.
“I don’t know you.” You say tentatively not sure what to say to the pretty silver haired boy.
“That doesn’t matter.” He says looking at you and your dragon in wonder. “I love you.”
“Get up you pathetic boy.” Maekar says pulling his second son up by the arm. “Have some dignity.”
“That’s a dragon.” Baelor says staring at the beast who kept its eyes on you all.
“Yes.” You answer simply, scratching the dragons head.
“Right, how did you find this dragon?” Baelor asks after a moment. Not expecting there to actually be a dragon.
“I found Stormfrye when I was out looking for herbs during a storm and she was curled up crying, the poor girl looked so hungry. So I took her home and fed her.” You explain, like it’s an every occurrence to bring a dragon home and feed it back to heath. “And when she got too big for the house I took her here.”
“Right.” Baelor says, trying to think of what to do next.
“You’re not going to take her away from me are you?” You ask worried, loving the growing dragon. Who only got caught that day because she wanted to explore and got too close to town.
“Of course not! You’re my dragon queen.” Aerion says quickly trying to get closer to you but his father pulls him back.
“Aerion shut up.” Maekar snaps, looking back at you and your dragon. “We’re not leaving a dragon here.”
“You can come with us, I’m sure Stormfrye will need a familiar face.” Baelor offers, wondering how to even transport the thing. “Have you ridden her?”
“A few times around the cliffs.” You say fidgeting on the spot deciding not to mention the first attempt when you both fell into the sea.
“Then you’ll have to come with us.” Baelor tells you, still trying to think of where to house the dragon.
“Why?”
“You’re her rider.”
-
“I shall ride with you my dragonness.” Aerion says to you kissing the back of your hand, as you check you’ve got everything before you leave your village. No one coming to say goodbye, not that you’re surprised you’re always been seen as odd.
“Aerion stop being so fucking weird.” Maekar sighs, having no idea his second son could be so pathetic.
“That would actually be a good idea, Aerion you can show her the way.” Baelor says, having sent word to his father to meet at summerhall.
“Will two even fit?” Maekar asks looking at the relatively small dragon.
“I think so, we might just be a bit slower.” You say looking at stormfrye knowing your girl can handle it.
-
“Are you sure about this?” Maekar asks his older brother as they mount their horses. Waiting for you and Aerion to mount stormfrye.
“No, but who knows maybe when we get there you’ll have a daughter in law.” Baelor says looking at you and Aerion talking.
“I think I already do.” Maekar says looking at Aerion who’s got the biggest smile on his face as Stormfrye nudges him wanting his attention.
-
“We’ll marry as soon as we get to summerhall, I can’t wait to show everyone our dragon.” Aerion says as you fly through the sky, his arms wrapped around your waist.
“Can I get to know you first?” You ask, finding him weirdly endearing. You know he only wants you for stormfrye but he’s the first person you’ve been able to actually talk about stormfrye to. No one else caring that she doesn’t like eel or likes to play.
“We can do that once we’re married.” He says simply kissing your cheek.
Rhae makes a truth serum and Aerion drinks it at a family dinner, crude remarks, crack fic
“Rhae what are you doing?” You ask entering the dining hall seeing the girl pour something into Eggs glass. Rhae being the first in the hall was suspicious anyway, but seeing the witchy girl tampering with drinks made it all the more suspicious. “What did you just put in your brother’s glass?”
“Nothing!” She says quickly hiding something behind her back. At your look she quickly caves. “It’s a truth potion, I want to know if egg loves me.”
“Of course he loves you sweetheart you’re his sister.” You tell her softly, wishing the girl would stop trying to give her brothers potions she’s made.
“That’s not what I meant.” She grumbles when you pick up eggs drink going to throw it out when Aerion saunters in seeing you holding a glass. Taking it before you can stop him from downing the thing. “Shit.”
“What?” Aerion asks giving you and his youngest sister a look as the rest of the family makes their way in taking their seats. Nether of you paying attention to Rhae whispering something into Daeron ear as your husband sits down. “You weren’t drinking it.”
“My love-.” You try, not sure want to say. Other than don’t drink things if you don’t know what’s in it. Aerion gesturing to your chair so you can sit down next to him.
“Aerion? Do you still sleep with your toy dragon?” Daeron asks, a smirk in his face as he drinks out of his flask. Not trusting the drinks on the table.
“What? Of course I do, I love brightflame.” Aerion says before processing what he’s just said. Immediately trying to backtrack. “What? Yes? What’s going on?”
“Rhae put a truth potion in the drink you took from me.” You tell your husband as you sit down, not sure how he’ll react. You being the only one who knew he still cuddled his toy dragon at night.
“Rhae, we’ve spoken about this stop giving people potions.” Maekar says annoyed but not surprised as the girl had been writing to her aunt Shira again. “Aerion did you actually do the report like I told you too?”
“No, my wife did it for me.” He says before looking over at you with wide eyes. Nether of you wanting Maekar to know you actually did it.
“Aerion what are you scared of?” Egg asks a smile on his face at his older brother’s embarrassment.
“My wife leaving me.” He answers quickly before he covers his mouth with his hands an angry look on his face. “Fuck, no. Stop asking me questions!”
“Do you want to eat in our chambers?” You ask Aerion, picking up your plates so you could leave.
“Yes but I’d also like to eat you.” He says looking you up and down. Thinking you look delicious in that red and black gown.
“You want to eat her?” Daella asks confused, thinking her brother wants to preform cannibalism.
“I want to eat her pussy, yes.” Aerion says grateful when you cover his mouth with your hand. “I love when you do this.” He muffles out. “You’re so hot when you take control.”
“Aerion!” You hiss, deciding to just leave the plates and drag your husband out of the room. “Stop talking.”
“What ever you want, I love you so much.” He says from behind your hand. “This is so embarrassing.”
i was reading some of your past fics and i stumbled upon valarr x reader x daeron 😵💫 i yearn for them. if you feel up to it, could you write a fic on the beloved throuple? the scenario could be anything!
have a great night and sleep well 🫶🏽
Cute moments
Scenario? More like scenarios! Also known as cute little moments that wouldn’t make a full fic 🩵🩵 once again thank you for your amazing requests!!
“What are you doing?” Valarr asks when he enters your private chambers to see you and Daeron sat on the floor with the twins coping the babies movements.
“Baby yoga.” Daeron responds flopping on his back just a second after Luke does. You touching your toes like Visenya.
“What?” Valarr asks now even more confused. “I was wondering if you two would like to have a picnic in the gardens tonight, just us. You clearly need some time away from the children.”
-
“I love you.” You say to Daeron as you two cuddle in bed reading together. The twins with Maekar while Valarr is working with his father. So it’s just to two of you for the next few hours, or until Valarr comes back. “You’re one of the best things that ever happened to me.”
“The same goes for you.” He says softly kissing your shoulder his head resting on you. “If it wasn’t for you and Valarr I dread to think of the type of man I’d be. Now keep reading I want to know what happens next.”
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“Do you need some help?” You ask Valarr in the middle of the night. Your husband working late in his private room, not wanting to disturb you and Daeron. Kissing the brunette’s cheek as you wrap your arms around him.
“Please.” He sighs leaning back into you. Missing you given how much he’s been working lately. “It’s about the import of grain.”
“Ohh, fun.” You say sarcastically, kissing him softly. “Are you going to come to bed or do you want me to help you?”
“Help me.” He says knowing he needs to sleep but the quicker he gets this done the more time he can spend with all of you. “I don’t know how to make a deal that will benefit everyone.”
“Let me look.” You say kissing him quickly before sitting in his lap and looking at the parchments.
-
“Come to bed.” Daeron mumbles sleepily rubbing his eyes as he walks in. “Its the middle of the night.”
“In a bit.” Valarr says looking at what you’re writing, you still sat in his lap as you work together.
“No, you two make me sleep so now I’m making you.” Daeron says taking your hand in his as he tries to pull you up.
“Daeron just a few more minutes.” You say giggling slightly at the sight of your sleepy husband, knowing he’s right but wanting to finish what you’re writing.
“No. Cuddles now.” He says with a yawn, triggering you and Valarr to yawn as well.
“So this is all about cuddles why am I not surprised.” Valarr says, his arms around your waist so Daeron can’t pull you off him.
“No, it’s about you both being tired but refusing to go to bed.” Daeron says repeating exactly what Valarr has said to you and Daeron when you’ve both been up reading.
“I hate when you use my words against me.” Valarr whines knowing Daeron has won so he lets the man take you off him, before getting up himself.
“Good.” Daeron says smugly, cuddling you both.
-
“You’re so handsome.” Daeron says to Valarr watching his husband get ready for the day, you still sleeping in bed, having been up with the twins at some point. “How did I get so lucky?”
“I don’t know you tell me.” Valarr teases coming over to kiss him goodbye. “I’ll be back for lunch.”
-
“Muña! Kepa! Papa!” Little Luke shouts running into your chambers in the middle of the night, the guards not knowing what to do with the crying boy.
“What’s wrong?” You ask sitting up immediately at the sound of your crying son, waking your husband’s in the process.
“Visenya stole benny!” The weeping boy gets out, cuddling himself.
“What?” Valarr asks half asleep, briefly forgetting benny is his toy bunny that the queen made the twins, Visenya’s called bunny.
“He’s missing! I woke up and he’s gone!”
“Let’s go check your room first before we go accusing your sister.” Daeron says climbing out of bed to pick up the crying boy when the doors open again and Visenya comes running in, also crying.
“Luke stole bunny!” She cry’s throwing herself into Valarr’s arms as the man also gets out of bed knowing none of you will be sleeping until the toys are found.
“No I didn’t!” Luke shouts, tears running down his face. “You stole benny!”
“No I never! And she’s missing!” Visenya cries letting Valarr pick her up.
“Let’s go check the nursery.” You say having a feeling what’s happened, and would you believe it? The toys fell out of their beds. But given how upset they both were the twins slept in bed with you all that night. Valarr thinks it was a ploy, both children wanting to sleep in with you again. Daeron thinks they just saw an opportunity and took it. You’re just happy they’ve stoped crying.
Got the inspo from a TikTok comments section talking about how they got proposed to mixed in with some original thoughts 🤍🤍
Daeron - gets down on both knees and just says please while crying
Valarr- has a whole thing planned but knocks on your chamber doors in the middle of the night and drops to one knee holding the ring out
Aerion- forgets to actually propose and asks why you haven’t started planning the wedding yet
Maekar - you are sat in the gardens waiting for Maekar when the children come running out with Maekar behind them shouting. “Wait I have a plan! This isn’t the plan!” When they reach you one of the children gives you the ring while Maekar shouts “you have to say yes!”
Baelor- forgets his speech and just gets down on one knee before asking you to love him forever
Viserys is done with all the fighting so has you and Jace marry. Based on when they come to defend Luke claim to driftmark
18+, bedding ceremony,piv, nipple play, slight praise, hair pulling, giggly sex, you’re both under covers but are being watched by Rhaenyra and Alicent, you both forget, childhood friends to loves, plot with badly written porn, no use of y/n. Silverwing is your dragon, no mentions of looks, written when my poll is active so your choice if it’s actually targcest or if they just think it. Tell me if I forgot anything. Also a reminder my requests are open I just write on vibes so it might take me a while to get to it 🐉🩵🩵
“Princess.” You say ducking your head in greeting. Being the only person to show up to meet your sister and her family. Having also secretly missed Jacaerys, only able to speak through the rare letter. Sadly it’s not a social visit, the family only coming to kingslanding to defend Prince Lucaeys’ claim to driftmark. “I hope the journey wasn’t too strenuous.”
“It was fine princess, was no one else available to greet us?” Rhaenyra asks, giving you a small smile hand resting on her baby bump. Having liked you since you were a child and fascinated by Syrax.
“I think mother is in the hall. But I know princess Rhaenys is in the gods' wood praying for her lord husband’s recovery and safe return.” You say having just left the woman, not wanting her to be alone when everyone was acting like her husband was already dead. But knowing someone should be there to greet your eldest sister.
“I will go join her.” Rhaenyra says, having an idea to help Luke’s claim. Looking over to her husband and children. “I shall see you later.”
“I can take you to your chambers if you’d like.” You offer to your nephews, Prince Daemon walking off not even sparing you a glance, taking the twins and Joffrey with him.
“Thank you princess but we can take ourselves.” Jacaerys tells you with a tight smile, not sure how to act around you in public. Given the last time you all saw each other you kissed him. Saying you didn’t want your fist kiss to be with Aemond, your mother wanting to marry you to him. Luckily you haven’t yet. Nether of you mentioning it in your letters, in case someone else read them.
“Of course, I hope the trial goes well.” You say to Luke, giving the anxious boy a soft smile. “If either of you need anything feel free to find me, I’m typically in the library.” You tell them before walking off, already dreading the trial as you know your mother and grandsire will try and cause issues.
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“Are you alright?” You hear someone ask, coming to join you on the balcony later that night, the trial happening in the morning, over looks the dragon Pitt. You seeing your dragon sliverwing fly around with Vermax happy to see the young dragon. “You look deep in thought.”
“I’m worried for tomorrow.” You admit looking over at the dark haired prince, who looks so pretty in the moonlight.
“Why? It’s not your claim that’s up for discussion.” He asked actually curious about what you could possibly be worrying about.
“My mother wishes to announce my betrothal to Aemond tomorrow.” You say, looking back out to the playing dragons. A small smile on your face at the sight. Sliverwing having missed her young friend.
“Oh, I take it you still don’t want to marry him?” Jace asks, thankful you’re not looking at him as his face heats up at the thought of what happened the last time you spoke of your future engagement.
“Aegon is predictable with his cruelty, Aemond is not.” You say, considering running away so you don’t have to marry him. Knowing that he would take your marriage seriously and try and get you with his child as soon as possible.
“Why haven’t you married already?” Jace asks curiously, knowing that Aegon and Helaena married young.
“I begged.” You admit, feeling a tad pathetic when you remember beginning on your knees to postpone the engagement. “What do I do?”
“I don’t know.”
-
“Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King’s voice on this and all other matters.The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon.” Otto says to the hall, you stood next to Helaena and your brothers, waiting for the whole thing to be over as you know it’s just been orchestrated to embarrass Rhaenyra and her children. It’s not actually about Luke’s claim, the boy could be a copy of laenor and they would still find an issue.
Ser Vaemond steps forward bowing to your mother and grandsire. “My Queen, my Lord Hand.” He greets before addressing the whole hall. “The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother’s seat. I am Lord Corlys’s closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins.” He says to the hall giving Rhaenyra and her children a look.
“As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon.” Princess Rhaenyra interjects. “If you cared so much about your house’s blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition.”
“You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra.” Otto says in his insufferable voice, not happy the woman interrupted. “Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.”
“What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn’t recognize it.This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours.” He says before looking back over to your mother. “My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother’s successor… the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides.”
“Thank you, Ser Vaemond. Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon.” Otto says a smirk on his lips, knowing he’s going to grant Lordhood to Vaemond.
“If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very…” Rhaenyra is interrupted by the doors to the great hall being pushed open and a guard announcing the kings arrival.
“King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.”
“I will sit the throne today.” King Viserys says, hobbling down the walkway, leaning heavily on his cane.
“Your Grace.”
“I will be fine.” He groans out, clearly in pain but willing to be so, for his family. His crown falling off his head as he walks up the steps to the throne. “I said I’m fine.” He says when his brother goes to help him, picking up the frail man’s crown before helping his brother sit. Placing the crown atop his elder brother’s head before walking back over to his wife. “I must… admit… my confusion.” Viserys says steadying his breath in order to continue. “I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present… who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys’s wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.”
“Indeed, Your Grace.” The princess in question responds stepping forward having been watching the whole thing his silence. “It was ever my husband’s will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his true born son… Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him.As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys’s granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree.”
Well… the matter is settled. Again.” The king says before continuing. “I agree with the betrothal between Lucerys and Rhaena.”
“What of Jacaerys?” Rhaenys asks, already having an idea of what’s about to happen. Not having an issue with the matter, as she knows Baela wants to marry for love anyway.
“He is to marry my youngest daughter, to try and stop all of this squabbling.” Viserys says deliberately not saying your name as he’s forgotten it. Only having the idea after Jace snuck in to visit him in the night.
“What? No, she’s betrothed to Aemond.” Alicent objects, planning on announcing it after Luke loses his claim. “Right daughter, don't you wish to marry Aemond?”
“I have no objections to calling of my betrothal and marrying Jacaerys instead.” You say quickly, your mother not realising quick enough that she just gave you exactly what you wanted. “If Jace is ok with it.”
“I have no problem, my princess.” Jace says offering you a smile that you return, both of you ignoring your mother, grandsire and brothers glares. “It would be my honour.”
“That’s settled them.” The king says before your mother and grandsire can object further. “I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides. I also-.”
“You break law… and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir.” Vaemond says furiously stepping forward. “Yet you dare tell me… who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.”
“Allow it?” The king says giving the angry man some grace. “Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.”
“That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine.”
“Go to your chambers. You have said enough. Lucerys is my true-born grandson. And you… are no more than the second son of Driftmark.” Viserys says making his stance even more clear than before that his grandchildren are legitimate.
“You… may run your house as you see fit… but you will not decide the future of mine.My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides.And gods be damned… I will not see it ended on the account of this…”
“Say it.”
“Her children…” he says getting louder with every word. “are bastards! And she… is… a whore!”
“I… will have your tongue for that.” Viserys respond angrily, going to call for a gared when daemon cuts the man’s head off. Sending blood everywhere. You quickly going using yourself to block Helaena so she wasn’t covered in the stuff.
“He can keep his tongue.” Daemon says calmly sword still in his hand as he gives Otto and Alicent a look.
“Disarm him!” Otto shouts to the guards who were just watching not sure what to do.
“No need.” Daemon says rolling his eyes sheathing his sword, moving back to stand with Rhaenyra and her children. “When’s the wedding?”
“We can discuss that at a.” Otto tries to say before the king interrupts, not willing to put up with this nonsense for a moment longer.
“Now.”
“Now?” Alicent asks in shock, you and Jace sharing a glance. Not sure what to do.
“Yes, now.”
“I’ve got blood on my dress, can we wait till tonight?” You ask, happy to marry Jace just not wanting to be in a blood splattered gown as you do so. “Or can I at least change?”
“No now.” Viserys says in a lot of pain but wanting this marriage to happen as soon as possible. “This marriage is going ahead and the bedding will happen before the family dinner so it can’t be put off.”
“Can I watch?” Aegon whispers into your ear a smirk on his face. “I can give him pointers.”
“If you try and watch I will cut your cock off and feed it to sliverwing.” You whisper back giving him a glare.
“Grandsire, may we have a private bedding?” Jace asks, not wanting to put you through the embarrassment, knowing it would be a lot worse for you than him.
“Rhaenyra and Alicent can watch to make sure it’s consummated.” The king decrees giving you both the mercy of a small bedding. “Fetch a septon, they are to marry now.”
-
“Does anyone object to this union?” The septon asks not even stopping before continuing as the king told him to. “Then in the sight of the seven, I hear by seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words. Farther, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his/her, and she/he is mine, from this day until the end of my days.” He says, you and Jacaerys repeating the words to each other, looking into each other’s eyes. Ignoring the glares from your side of the family. “If you may remove her cloak.” The septon asks your father, who nodded for your mother to remove it for him. Once she does Jace replaces with his own, giving you a soft smile. it’s time for the final vow that only your husband speaks.
“With this kiss I pledge my love to my lady wife.” Jacaerys says before giving you a quick kiss, not wanting to overstep. But even for that brief moment you feel happy. Yes the circumstances aren’t the best but you’ve always cared for Jace and you know he’ll treat you well. “You look beautiful.”
-
“Why did you agree to marry him?” Your mother hisses into your ear as she helps you out of you dress. Both of you behind the privacy screen that doesn’t offer much privacy. Leaving you in just your shift. “I could of gotten you out of this.”
“Did you want me to defy father?” You hiss back, taking your hairpins out yourself as you look at her. “And anyway it’s happened now, so tell me what I’m meant to do.” You ask already knowing what was going to happen as Aegon took you to a whore house for your nameday.
“Are you ready?” Rhaenyra asks, seeing the outline of you and your mother bicker also able to hear what you’re both saying. Jace stood awkwardly next to his mother having just had the worst conversation of his life. Daemon also offering him some words of wisdom before the doors shut.
“Just a moment.” Alicent shouts over before whispering to you again. “Just lie there and think of Aemond.”
“Ew.” You say a disgusted look appearing on your face at the thought of picturing your brother. “I won’t be doing that, thank you.” You whisper shout before taking a breath and walking out from behind the screen. Ignoring your mother trying to pull you back. “I’m ready.”
“You look beautiful.” Jace tells you, not looking away from your face.
“Thank you.” You whisper looking down at your feet, your face heating up.
“We will be sat behind the screen.” Rhenerya says to you both, her hand resting on her bump. Two chairs already there for them. “But try and pretend we’re not there.”
You and Jace share a look at that, thinking how could you possibly not notice them? “Ok.” You both say as Rheneyra goes to join your mother behind the diver Alicent not coming out with you. “Do you?” Jace ask gesturing to the bed, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
“Fuck it.” You say hearing your mother gasp in shock but not caring as you pull Jace into a kiss. Placing your hand in his hair the other on the side of his neck. Making him groan as you pull his hair, slipping your tongue in past his lips. “I forgot how good of a kisser you are.” You tease when you pull away and climb into bed.
“I wouldn’t call our first kiss very good on my part, I accidentally bit you.” He whispers with a laugh as he joins you under the sheets. Kissing you again as he pulls the sheets over your heads. “Do you know what to do?” He asks softly, kissing down your neck.
“Lie back and think of Aemond.” You tease stifling a moan as he nips your neck in retaliation. His hands moving down to play with your tits over your shift.
“Don’t you dare think of him.” He whispers moving so he could take off his clothes. You gigging at the sight of him struggling to undo his pants. “Stop giggling.” He laughs letting you help him out of the clothes. Removing your shift yourself, making him groan at the sight of you. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“What makes you think that my prince?” You whisper into his ear as he positions himself over you. His one hand resting next to your head as the other tails down you, stopping to play with your nipples for a moment. Quieting your moans with his lips. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.” He says against your lips, his hips starting to grind against the bed as he kisses down you. His free hand going down between your legs as he kisses your boobs. Taking a nipple into his mouth, making you hide your face in your hands not wanting to make too much noise. As his fingers get wet with your slick, drawing circles on your clit your hips bucking in response. “Good girl.”
“Jace, please.” You whine quietly, despite for something in you. Moaning when he slips a finger into you, pumping it in and out before adding another finger. “Kiss me.”
“As you wish.” He smiles, releasing your nipple so he could kiss you on the lips again, pulling his finger out of you to play with your clit. “Are you ready?”
“Just fuck me.” You whisper against his lips, wrapping your hands into his hair, giving it a light tug when you moan.
“Such dirty language my princess.” He whispers into your ears as he positions himself to push into you. “It will hurt for a moment, so tell me when you're ready for me to move.” At your nod he continues. “Wrap your legs around my waist, it should be more comfortable for you.”
“Just do it.” You whine, hips bucking every so often as he rubs his dick up and down your entrance, hitting your clit every so often. But listening to him as you do as you're told. Gasping when his tip pushes into you. “Fuck.”
“Good girl, just breathe for me.” He groans his forehead resting against yours pushing further into you as you feel his breath hit your face. “Are you ready for more?”
“There’s more?” You ask your cunt sucking in as much of him as you can, feeling a burn as he does so but it’s not as painful as you thought. “Just do it.” At your command he thrusts entirely into you, both of you moaning at the sensation. Kissing in the wait for you to adjust, him accidentally thrusting when you pull his hair.
“Fuck sorry.” He moans against your lips, not meaning to thrust, especially not that harshly.
“Do it again.” You tell him, pulling his hair and using your feet to try and get him to keep thrusting. Letting him hide his face in your shoulder when he moans again, not wanting to make too much noise.
“Are you sure?” He asks hoping you say yes. Feeling like he’s in heaven when you clench around him. His thumb on your clit. “Fuck.”
“Jace, now.” You demand, needing him to move or you’ll do it for him. Already close as he hasn’t stoped playing with your clit.
“Of course my heart, whatever you desire.” He smirks, it quickly falling as he thrusts in and out, you clenching around him like you don’t want him to go anywhere when he finds your g-spot. Your husband trying desperately not to cum yet. “fuck you feel so good.”
“Fuck Jace, I’m going to cum.” You whine just on the edge of orgasm. Feeling like you're going to explode as your orgasm crashes over you. Leaving you a panting mess as Jace’s hips stutter into you, your orgasm triggering his as he cums deep in you. Both of you just holding the other as you come down from your respective orgasms.
“Are you done?” Alicent asks from her spot behind the divider, seeing the blanket stop moving. At her question you and Jace just burst out into uncontrollable laughter, both of you forgetting you were being watched by the current and future queens. “I’ll take that as a yes. Pass the sheets to the maid.” She says standing to leave and call for a maid, so she can check that dinner is being prepared properly. “You didn’t need to be so vocal.”
“Well that’s mortifying.” Jace groans into your shoulder as you keep giggling. “Shall I start planning my funeral now?”
“Not yet.” Rhaenyra says with a slight laugh, going to leave as soon as the maid enters. “Well done you two. I’ll leave you to get cleaned up for dinner.”
“Do we have to go?” You ask, dreading the comments your brothers will make. Not even acknowledging the slight pain between your legs. As Jace throws on some clothes so he can pass the slightly bloody sheets to the maid.
“I’m afraid so.” Rhaenyra says softly, knowing the meal will go badly but only agreeing for the sake of her father. “The maid will draw you a quick bath.”
-
“Jace, wait.” You say to your husband, stopping him from entering the dining hall by wrapping your arms around his neck so he has to look at you. “Don’t listen to anything my brothers say, they will do all they can to get a rise out of us both.”
“I’ll try.” He says pulling you into a hug, kissing the side of your head.
“That’s all I can ask.” You say holding him closer for just a moment. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Wait.” He says stopping you from leaving the hug for a few seconds longer so he can whisper into your ear. “Are you still sore?”
“Shut up.”
-
“So sister, how was it?” Aegon asks with a grin when he sees you walk in with Jace, taking your seats next to each other between your family’s. Jace sat next to Luke while you’re sat next to Helaena. “Anything like what we saw on your nameday?”
“No aegon I didn’t see you cry into a whore.” You say as you take your seat notice a pillow placed for you to sit on. Quickly mouthing a thank you to your mother. She does care, she’s just not good at showing it.
“You took your sister to a whore house for her nameday?” Alicent asks outraged, never hearing of this outing until now. “What were you thinking?”
-
“Well that went brilliantly.” You say sarcastically as you and your maids pack for you to go to dragonstone. Now leaving tonight after the fight between your husband and brothers. “Wedding day for the ages I say.” You mutter, finding the toy dragon your mother made for you when you were born. Sleeping with it every night until your 18th nameday when Aegon made fun of you. Carefully placing the toy into the bag you will ride on silverwing with that held your essentials only.
“May I come in?” Alicent asks, knocking on the door seeing you pack flamey, who Aegon named for you. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too.” You say not knowing what to do now, already saying goodbye to Helaena and the twins. “I should get going.”
“Of course.” She says before pulling you into a tight hug. “I do love you, so much my sweet girl.”
“I love you too.” You mumble into her shoulder not having cuddled your mother since your 6th name day. “I’ll write.”
