MOURN YOUR LOSSES

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‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ Confidence ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎is like a ‎‎‎dragon

for every head cut off, two more heads grow back

(✴︎) Fairy tales are more than true

(✴︎) not because they tell us that dragons exist

(✴︎) but because they tell us

(✴︎) that dragons can be beaten

It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him

[jacaerysgf]

“wouldn’t everybody be worried about me?”

“then i’ll hold a funeral for them to attend so they think you’re gone forever.”

when he writes to you in the mists of a war you go see him despite knowing you shouldn’t. he plans to keep you this time.

jacaerys targaryen x hightower!reader. includes smut. 3.5k

The war must have driven you mad.

you think your eyes are deceiving you when you see a bird perched on your open window. the light from the moon framing it perfectly, what catches your eye the most however is the neatly tied string around its neck.

there's a small scroll attached to it.

you should ignore it. how did this cute little thing go unnoticed by the plethora of guards lining the castle walls? it patiently waits for you, staring at you as it shakes its wings lightly waiting for you to take the string you are trying to ignore. it chirps when you raise a finger to scratch the top of its head.

there is only one person who could be writing to you these days.

you should not take it. it would be stupid to.

the bird flies away as soon as you rip the string from its neck. its gets shot down soon after departing your window.

your window closes with a soft click as you walk away from it. the scroll dances around your fingers as you play with it, still sealed.

your bed makes a small creak as you flop down onto it. the fabric swimming around you but your eyes are solely locked onto the wax of the small scroll. a small feather sigil sits in the center of it, your thumb lazily rubs over it.

you think of your father in the room next to you probably fast asleep by now. you think of your aunt probably in her bed chamber with the dornish hand on top of her. you think of your cousins littered around the rest of the castle. you should not open it, not for your sake but for theirs.

the seal breaks open unceremoniously. your hands are slow when they drag the scroll open to read over its contents. you were shocked to see it written in the common tongue. you did spend years learning his ancestors language to be able to communicate with him in secret after all. once you have read the letter it makes more sense why.

'i am thinking of you. i am always thinking of you.

if you are thinking of me meet me at our spot.

ill be waiting for you.'

no name is attached to it.

if this letter had been caught it would have simply looked like an innocent love letter and it could not be traced back to you. traced back to him.

your fingers trace over the words so many times they begin to smudge. you knew exactly who this was from. you knew exactly what spot he was referring to. a small little clearing near rosby on the edge of the reach looking over blackwater bay. there was a small cabin there, when you were younger you and him would sneak off to have a little getaway together. it was so nice for it to just be you and him, for the two of you to be able to pretend you could be something more. where neither of your families mattered. where it could just be you two, together.

you should throw it into the fire that roars in the corner of your room. act like you never received it. what if this is not the first time he had tried to write to you? how long had he been waiting there? how long will he wait there? you wonder how long you would wait there for him. as soon as the answer comes to mind you try not to think about it again.

before you know it you've throw off your nightgown and slipped into an outfit you haven't worn in far too long. you liked to sneak out with your cousin sometimes in the dark of night, you miss the laughter you would share as you walked through the crowded streets, the food the street vendors would only sell that late at night for the drunkards. instead now you have been confined into your room while he laid practically a corpse in his bed no laughter or fun memories to be found.

it would just be for a few days. if your aunt could sneak away somewhere why could you not do the same? you are not as important as she is, as her children are. what was the harm?

then after scratching this itch that's been gnawing at your soul for months now. you could finally be free from this torment that has been plaguing your mind. just this once, then you can be free.

you pack up your untouched dinner which was just some fruits and some bread in a bag you used to keep your jewelry in, leaving the fancy metal spread out on the table. you throw that into a bigger bag with a spare outfit plus a sleeping gown, all the coin you had on you, and a knife your cousin had given you for your nameday years ago.

you slip a letter to your father under his door before you sneak out into the night. you know he will understand in his own way. he hates this fight more than you do. if he could he would run away to but he is far too loyal to his sister. the guards were too busy guarding the actually important people. they will not catch you.

the guards outside are trickier but still as incompetent as the rest of them making being able to get outside the castle walls just as easy. there's still a crack in the wall hidden by boxes and barrels just as it was years ago, this is the exact same path you two would use to run off together. this time you are alone, sprinting as fast as you can far far away from the keep. you buy a horse when you get far enough away, when your legs begin to cry and ache for rest.

he sells it to you for cheap. shes old and slow. shes not a war horse so nobody wants her. shes perfect for what you need. if the man knows who you are he says nothing.

you ride until she gets too tired to move. you settle in a small clearing, barely able to keep your eyes open but you can't sleep knowing the dangers that lurk out on the roads and in the woods. the most you are able to get is a couple minutes of shut eye before a noise in the woods wake you. you continue the journey only a couple hours later after boredom begins to take over your body, you regret not taking a book.

the roads and woods are empty much to your relief so you are able to ride around without the heavy cloak covering your face. you only see a few travelers here and there, you exchange no words.

you are so focused on making sure you are not caught you do not even have time to think about what will happen when you get there. it does not even cross your mind this could be some trick, you are the daughter of the brother of the dowager queen. what good would it be to kidnap you?

its dark once again when the cabin comes into view. you can see the flicker of a fire inside.

you lazily tie the horse to a tree before making the walk over to the cabin. your hands shake as you fiddle around with your small bag. you don't know if its from nerves, exhaustion or hunger. you don't have time to care.

you raise your hand to knock on the door before freezing. you never used to knock why would you start now.

the door lets out a loud creak at your arrival. you slowly step in and breath in the familiar air, take in the sight of the familiar walls and furniture. it was nothing fancy, it looks similar to the everyday commoners house but you loved it because it was yours. and his.

the door slams shut. your hands grip at the strap of your bag as you finally spot him. he hasn't turned to look at you. he’s adding more wood to the roaring fire. he looks a little larger than the last time you saw him. you see his sword sitting on the table behind him, it looks like it was newly cleaned. his hair is wet, he likely had just gone to the waters to bath. the gray tunic he wore was covered in small dark wet spots, more forming as his hair dripped onto it.

"im home."

its what either of you used to say when had just come back from being out. this was not your home. but it felt like it more than any other place you had lived. if you had gone to wash yourself or he had gone to get some food you two always tried to greet each other when you got back. when you came home.

he turned his head, his side profile was always so stunning. you can see him fighting a smile from his face. he stands, turning to face you fully. he looks very different from the last time you saw him. his hair is long and curly, his shoulders and arms wider and bigger. but he is still the man you remember, the boy you still have that childish affection for.

he's in front of you before you know it. he reaches towards your bag and you let him take it from you. he places it gently on the table before turning back to you. you move to take off your cloak before you suddenly freeze. you had never worn something so ugly in front of him, you always tried to wear your best when you knew he would be around, you remember your father laughing at you when you insisted on wearing your nice dresses, you would also ignore the looks his sister gave you when you did.

he reaches for your cloak for you when you don't. he lays the fabric on the table next to your bag before stepping closer to you. he grabs your hands and brings them up to his face, stopping to kiss the skin of your palm before placing them on his cheeks.

"welcome home."

you collapse into him. your body finally catching up with the fact you haven't slept and eaten for awhile. his presence has lulled you back into that state for relaxation you always seem to get whenever he's around. he presses you tightly against him. your face nests into the crook of his neck while he presses his face into the side of your head, deeply breathing in your scent.

he gently lifts you off the ground and leads you to the bed. you fall asleep the second you hit the pillow with his arms wrapped around you.

the bed is cold when you wake. the sun is already nearly setting by the time you wake. his sword has disappeared but the fire his still roaring. he folded your cloak and had clearly gone through your bag. the spare clothes folded neatly next to the cloak and the bread and fruits you brought placed on a plate next to you. the knife you had brought laid on the kitchen counter covered in fish scales next to the newly cooked fish on the counter. you realized you had been changed into your sleeping gown. a flush of embarrassment rushes through your body as you realize he had changed you.

he comes back soon after you start picking at the nearly stale bread. he had the clothes you had been wearing in his hands, they were damp he had probably just washed them. he clips them onto a wire you had strung around the room the last time you were here to dry your clothes before picking up one of the fishes and bringing it over to you.

"you should eat."

you sit with your back against his chest in front of the fire while you eat. he massages your sides gently while the two of you sit in silence. its so peaceful here with just the sounds of the crackling fire and the birds chirping outside neither of you can break the silence. you should talk about it. about why you're here. about the war. about how you'll need to leave.

but you don't. after you're done eating you let him carry you back to the bed where he lies down with you. the two of you are laying face to face, he brings one of your legs to lay over his as he wraps his arms around you. "what did you do today?"

he hums his hands softly massaging your skin as he presses his forehead to yours. "just hunted a bit. then i washed some of our clothes. organized the place, i wanted to do it before you arrived but you showed up earlier than i expected." you place a kiss to his cheek with a soft hum, "im sorry."

he shushes you, pecking the skin around your face with kisses. "im just so happy you're here." kissing and touching each other skin is easy, because there's no commitment. you've never kissed his lips. because kissing his lips would mean committing to something more. something your family has never allowed you to have.

the two of you lay together in silence other than the sounds of soft pecks along your skin. soon enough his kisses stay longer on your skin. his hands grow tighter and roam more freely along your skin. you press yourself closer to him, your body burning as his lips begin to suckle at your neck.

his name leaves your lips in a desperate plea, unsure of what you're even asking for. he groan lightly as his hands run down your body to your legs where they slide up under your gown. he lightly nips at your collarbone while his hands play with the fabric of your underwear. the room suddenly full of your little whines and soft moans. you've never gone this far with him, you never let yourself dream of being this close to him.

his lips leave your skin as his forehead comes back to yours. his breath heavy as his fingers lightly dip under the fabric of your underwear. not dipping too low, but lightly toying with the hair as he loudly gulps, clearly trying to hold himself back. you say his name again. the two of you lock eyes.

your first kiss with him is full of hunger. full of years of desire that had been buried below the surface rising up like the tides and crashes over you two.

his fingers are cold when they push inside of you. they're nothing like your own. his are coarse from his years of sword work, they're longer and bigger. though you know he is getting no pleasure from this you could be fooled into thinking so by the way he is groaning into your lips.

he only pulls away from your lips when you reach you peak. you wish you could admire his blissed out face and swollen lips but your eyes squeeze shut as your body shakes from the pleasure pulsing through your body.

the two of you take a moment to catch your breaths. he presses a couple quick pecks into your lips as his wert hand moves your underwear down just far enough down your thighs to expose you. he pulls his own trousers down to his thighs, you look to at his hand lightly stroking his hard cock a needy whimper escaping your lips.

he shushes you lightly with a kiss as his free hand grips the leg you have throw over his waist pulling it even closer to him before he slips inside of you. its unceremonious in the best way. you don't ache or scream in agony. you feel full, you feel complete. your bodies rock together in a quiet symphony. the room fill up with the sounds of the creaking bed while jacaerys eagerly swallows every sound that tries to leave your throat. his hand grips your thigh tightly as he continues to rock into you.

his head falls to your shoulder when his hips begin to move more urgently. you let out a loud cry when you feel him spend inside of you as he bites your shoulder. yours follows quickly after his. once your heart stops racing you fall back asleep. when you wake the next morning he's still inside of you. he takes you again soon after you wake but he lets you lay on your back this time.

you spend that day blissfully together. you spend some time laying together at the waterside where he takes you in the sand, you tell him off with a smile about how gross you felt covered in sand. you take a very long soak in the water while he goes to hunt for some dinner. you offered to go with him but he refused, he was always the independent type. especially since he loved to prove to you he could provide for you.

he caught a hare that the two of you split that night. you feel asleep with a smile on your face as you feel him kiss all around you face. you were so happy just the two of you you had almost completely forgotten about the world outside.

almost.

"we'll need to go back soon." you had been so lost in bliss that his words froze you in your tracks. the plates you had been holding almost drop from you hands. it was early the next morning. you two had just finished eating and you were cleaning up while he was fiddling around with your knife. you should have known something was up. he had been much quieter this morning than usual.

you keep your back to him as you mindlessly stare at the empty plates. he's right. you should head back. your aunt is probably worried sick. you'll have to think of a creative story to come up with that you got kidnapped in some black camp. if you got pregnant you could say you were out for a few days something could have happened while you were sleeping. that would be simple enough. you would just have to cut yourself up a bit before you headed back.

"i do not want to leave you."

you flinch as his arms wrap your waist and his chin rests on your shoulder. "my love, what i meant is we need to return to dragonstone. together." you turn in his arms to face him, alarm clearly showing in your eyes while he looks calm as ever. the idea had crossed your mind of course it had. escaping the keep and running off somewhere else was always on your mind as you laid dormant in your cold room. but you couldn't dream of something like that, it would be foolish. this whole thing was foolish.

"but… my father…his sister." the implications of the words you're saying are not lost on him. they would look for you,not your father, he would cover for you for as long as he could. you would not be shocked if they had already fabricated some story about how his family had stolen you and done horrible things to you. maybe even killed you. "wouldn't everybody be worried about me?"

he's quiet for a moment. he has a small pout on his face and you try not to smile. he's thinking, probably too hard by the look on his face. his hands move to cup your face as his eyes glaze over with affection. “then I'll hold a funeral for them to attend so they think you’re gone forever.”

maybe the war has caused him to go a little crazy. it seemed like such a crazy idea when he first said it. so crazy to the point you actually look a step back from him and he flinched. yet the more you thought about it the less crazy it seemed. death was freedom in a sense. if they thought you were dead you would not have to return to that dreaded castle with those awful people. the war of who deserves the throne mattered not to you. the only thing that mattered to you was the person standing in front of you.

"my father is to be spared once all is said and done. and nobody on dragonstone is to know im there except those you truly trust." your father would likely know the truth of the matter. he knew the kind of man jacaerys was and the kind of girl you are. he would not tell on you. and you did not wish to deal with the dramatics of the people on dragonstone.

before you know it you're on your horses back. your bag once again wrapped around your body as your arms wrapped around jacaerys waist while he guides you to a large clearing where his beloved vermax was seeming sleeping. its been a long time since you've been on a dragon back, you were not too fond of it the height made your stomach curl.

yet somehow all the way high in the sky with jacaerys you feel at peace, just you and him above the clouds

freak4freak jace pls save me freak4freak jace

[jacaerysgf]

wedding night

summary: after many months together you and daeron get married. despite your usual confidence you cant help but be worried for the night ahead.

daeron ‘the drunken’ targaryen x fem!reader

w.c: 2.2k

c.w: little plot, p in v, breeding, creampie, fingering (fem), talk of pregnancy, daeron is sweet, reader is a little insecure but gets over it, super sweet, not proofread my bad.

a.n: based on a request. meant to be read as a part of the ‘a dreamers dream’ universe but it can be read as standlone.

it was loud. it was hot. you felt so much dread in your stomach you might throw up if you even take a bite of your food.

your now husband seemed more than pleased, he kept a hand firmly on your leg as he drank a large cup of wine with a small smile on his face.

he hated these events. the people, the clothes, he would much rather be lounging around in your room or the gardens with you. but despite that he seemed to be enjoying himself far more than you were.

you knew of his, now old, habits. a frequent customer at the pleasure houses. what if you could not please him? you hid it rather well. if anyone looked at you they would think nothing is wrong but from the glances daeron was giving you he knew something was up.

"is something wrong my love? you've been acting strange all night?" he asks while tossing his tunic off of his body. so he had noticed. he was much more perceptive than you realized. you awkwardly played with the ties on your robe as you contemplate how to word it.

you two had left the feast early. people were cheering as they tried to get a look but daeron admittedly refused a bedding ceremony. it was the one and only request he made throughout the whole process to which maekar was basically forced to granted. you had painstakingly taken off your dress and freed your hair by yourself as you feared if anyone touched you, you might pass out.

you have no reason to feel anxious. you know he loves you. he's made that painfully clear. but you can't help but compare yourself to the ladies of his past. does love truly make you so weak?

"what if i am awful at it?" your voice is shaky as you look down at your lap. if someone had told you that you cared so much for his opinion now all those moons ago you would have thought them a fool but the only fool here was you. while you begin to stare at your bare feet he bursts into a fit of laughter.

your body heats in anger as you whip your head towards him. "I'm sorry I'm sorry i don't mean to laugh at you truly." you glare but still find yourself too anxious to move, he walks over to you and grabs your, sitting himself down with you on his lap where you had just been. "my love. women cannot be bad at sex."

you tilt your head as confusion flows through you. you try to ignore your heart pounding as he begins to kiss your neck. "whatever do you mean?" he chuckles lightly into the side of your neck, "for men it is rather easy you just stick it in and out a few times then pop. but for women its trickier than that."

between his words he had begun to lightly nip and suck at the skin on your neck. when you shift in his lap to try and subdue the ache between your thighs he lets out a strained groan. "and i promise you. you will not be bad at it." he readjusts you to be sitting firmly in his lap and begins to slowly grind against you. you immediately stiffen up as a rush of pleasure shoots through your body, "what are you doing?"

he ignores you, continuing to nip and suck at your neck. "even if you are bad at fucking ill fuck you every day and if you hate fucking we shall never do it again. ill. become a nun and pledge myself to celibacy." you grip his shoulders with your hands while your try to think straight. "you wouldn't find a whore? seek a mistress?"

he flips you two over so you're now laying on your back and hes pressed on top of you. you can feel him hard and throbbing through his pants even clearer now. when he forces your gaze to him he has a strained look on his face like he's physically holding himself back. "you are the women i love i need no other. my hand will do the job just fine."

your heart throbbed and your body ached in a way it never had before. the weight of his words rang through your body like he put a spell on you. you pushed your hips up to meet his and moaned. "daeron please touch me. I'm aching." he lets out a string of curses as he forces your hips down and his hand reaches down through the gap of your robe to touch your sex. "see why would i need a whore when you're such a fucking temptress."

you throw your head back as he fucks his fingers into you. your back arches off the bed as he skillfully moves his fingers in and out of you, your stomach twists in pleasure as you try to wrap your head around what was happening. "what are you doing?"

"i am pleasuring you." you wiggle your hips upwards trying to run away from his hand but he brings his free hand up to grip your hips. "you run away from me?" he adds another finger as he sucks on your ear. your mother never told you any of this. nobody told you any of this. all you had ever been told is that you should just lay down and be still until he was done.

"what are we doing?" he laughs again, his smile larger than normal, "we are fucking, what do you think im doing?" you stomach grows tighter and tighter while the sounds you set out grow louder and louder. "i thought fucking was just, oh um, you stick it in."

this time he does not laugh instead he begins to fully focuses on thrusting his fingers into you. his thumb begins to swirl around a small bulb between your low lips, your hands move to claw down his back while his fingers poke and prod at your walls, they split to stretch you, fingers reaching deeper to stroke a spot that had you seeing stars.

in the few blinking moments you are able to open your eyes to him he had a look of concentration on his face, his jaw firm and his eyes set on your sex. suddenly before you know it, the bubble in your stomach pops without a warning. you shake in his arms while he licks at the skin on your neck, his fingers still moving inside of you.

not a single person had ever told you it could feel like that. all anyone had ever told you was to lie down and let the man be done with it. pray he was quick so he could go fuck some whore and be done with you for a good while. you did not even know if you could tell your mother about this.

he only finally releases his fingers with a laugh when you start wiggling your hips away from him and shoving your hands against his shoulder. you struggle to catch your breath while he stands to slip his trousers down his legs and quickly crawling back over you. you watch as he sucks his fingers clean, struggling to keep eye contact while he smiles, "how could you possibly think you could be awful at it?"

you don't get the chance to reply before he's flipping the two of you over so you're now sitting on top of him while he lays with his back against the bed. you yelp as his hands begin to grab at your breasts. "daeron…."

his thumbs lightly circle your nipples while he simply watches you with his bright blue eyes turning dark with lust. "did you hmm d-dream about this?" his eyes squint in confusion for a few moments as he watches your face. you had clearly gained back the confidence you lost and had a light smirk on your face as you looked at him. he suddenly recalls when you two first met and he had said he had dreamed of you. he suddenly lets out a hearty laugh, the type that takes a few moments to settle down in your chest after the moment passes. he pulls you down to be laying flush against him, the lovesick look on his face ever present as he lightly kisses your nose.

"i have dreamed of you more than I've dreamed of anything in my whole life. i wish i could dream of nothing else."

when your lips lock he grips your hips so tightly you gasp and he allows his tongue to slip into your mouth. you two simply kiss for a while, his cold hands begin stroking your sides leading you to grow only more and more worked up. your hips softly grind down onto his, your lips muffling the sounds of his whines and groans, his stiff cock poking against your sex but it does not slip in.

"daeron please.." you can feel him smile against your lips as he continues to softly kiss you. "please what?"

"put a babe in me daeron." its not what you meant to say. you feel embarrassed as soon as the words leave your lips but you can't take it back now. you can't stop thinking about it. holding a babe that looks just like you just like him, him pumping his seed inside of you. you were a maiden but you knew the affairs of the bedchamber quite well, maybe not whatever it was daeron was doing earlier, you thought you did at least.

he whines. his eyes squeezing tightly closed as he flips the two of you over. "fuck, im going to spill all over the fucking sheets if i do not enter you now." despite your embarrassment over the statement you said he clearly liked it, his body and facial expression showed he was clearly struggling to hold himself back. "im going to fuck you now okay? can't let my seed go to waste its going to spill out if i don't. i can right?" his words are slurred, his forehead presses against yours as he struggles to breath.

you eagerly nod, the yes you let out is pathetic, one you'll be embarrassed about come tomorrow. you don't care about that now, all you care about is the sting as his cock pushes into you. his head falls to your shoulder, he's mumbling incoherently to himself, when you truly try to listen to the things he's saying he's saying one phrase over and over again. " i love you." he whimpers when you clench around him at the realization.

the two of you huff and puff as he gives you a moment to adjust to him. he does not fuck you like you've seen men fuck a whore in the pleasure houses, he does not fuck you like he is trying to get it over and done with. he's showering you in love, the way his hips softly move against you, the feeling of his lips pepper kisses on any skin he can reach. your hands, your neck, your chest, your shoulders not a single part of your body was left untouched by him. he was showering you with love that made your chest ache uncontrollably. you can feel a vein on his cock drag along the inside of your walls, he throbs when he hits that deep spot inside of you your legs tighten around his, hands reaching up to scratch at his back.

he continues to hit that spot over and over again. something unfamiliar to you begins to brew in your stomach. "daeron.. i feel strange." he locks eyes with you and smiles, "its okay its normal i promise. im close too." he continues to thrust into you, that pit in your stomach growing larger and larger until it pops. you can hear him murmur reassurances in your ear while you shake from your peak. "its alright my love let it out."

it takes you a few moments before you are able to get a hold of yourself. you can still feel him hard inside of you but he does not push you any further. "are you alright?" you nod, your head still spinning but you have your breathing under control. "what about you?" he laughs again as you gasp when he thrusts harsher than he had been before. "don't worry my love you will get your fill." you open your mouth to give him an annoyed retort before he began to thrust in and out of you once more. it does not take him long to release into you. you throw your head back as he lets out a loud strained whine as his seed flows into you. “i love you.” “i love you more my sweet.”

you expect him to pull out of you now that the act was done despite how warm you felt with him in you. he does not. instead after a while he starts to lightly thrust into you once more. your hands grip his arms as you begin to twitch, pleasure flowing through you. "daeron.?" "it will certainly take more than one load for you to have my babe. ill have to fill you up all night."

it should not surprise you when barely a moon later your monthly blood does not come.

[jacaerysgf]

jace do you know you have 30 minutes…

GET OFF THE DAMN DRAGON

[jacaerysgf]

Warmth

summary: valarr has always been wary of his soon to be wife. but after darkness strikes ashford, she shines a light.

valarr targayren x witch!fem!reader

w.c: 3.9k

c.w: reader is a follower of r'hllor, resurrection, coldish reader, valarr likes his bethrothed more than he lets on, hurt/comfort ? idk how else to tag it, minor spoilers for next weeks ep, making up lord of light bullshit, not proofread!

a.n: when i was sobbing my heart out over baelor but then here comes head homo lyonel in the preview looking fine as fuck

Valarr has always had mixed feelings about his betrothed.

whenever they met, albeit it these meetings were scarce, he thought she was nice. she was kind, respectful, smart, every time they met he had almost forgotten why he was wary of her in the first place.

yet every single time she reminded him why he tended to keep his distance during his visits. she was a witch, one who practiced all sorts of magic to further her knowledge and strength. she was the daughter of an important man in tyrosh which was enough for his father to agree to the two of them married.

she traveled to westeros at least once a year, sometimes she came to dragonstone, sometimes she went to kings landing, it simply depended on where he was at that time even if his father was not there.

this year however she was not in dragonstone or kings landing but instead she was in ashford. she always came to westeros around the same time every year, but this year due to the tourney valarr thought her visit would be postponed and he almost thanked the gods. yet the gods were not so merciful as she still made the trip out. his father informed him this would be last time traveling to westeros as she would be permanently moving to dragonstone. she had arrived to ashford two days after him after dropping off your stuff at dragonstone.

it was obvious you had no idea what was going on. the atmosphere was so tense. many a squire and servant almost bumped into you as you walked by. the clouds completely covered the sky leaving a thick fog over the land. the ground was muddy, full of foot and horse prints, if you were not watching your step you would have slipped. you had thought this was supposed to be a happy affair to celebrate some lord's daughter but if you did not know any better you would have thought this was someone's funeral.

you did not even announce yourself once you saw the man you were looking for. he looked grimmer than the men sitting on their horses."my lady i am sorry you had to arrive to such a grim sight." he ceased his pacing as soon as you arrived though it was obvious on his face he was worried. he was wearing what you liked to call his princely uniform, though you would never tell him that, he tried his best to shot you a polite smile though it dropped rather quickly as that worried look struck his face once more. "did something happen my prince? things are rather frightened out there."

he gives you the run down of the situation. ser duncan had attacked prince aerion after aerion attacked a puppeteer during her show. prince daeron has also accused ser duncan of kidnapping his younger brother prince aegon. now aerion had demanded a trial of seven. "trial of seven?" your face was laced with confusion as you stared at him. you were a follower of r'hllor, the lord of light, you had no spent much time studying the seven. valarr was not a very devote follower so you had never saw the need.

he ended up explaining to you the basics. there was the accused and the accuser. each had to find six other champions to defend each side. whoever won or was still alive by the end was declared innocent while the other party remained guilty. yet there was something still bothering you. "you would not be so upset if things were so simple." valarr takes a deep breath like he's trying to compose himself. "my father came to ask me for my armor. he intends to take the side of ser duncan."

you reach out and grab his shoulders, turning his body to face yours. he could not hide the shock on his face as you wrapped your arms around his body pulling him into a deep hug. you remember your mentor telling you that when her children were feeling unwell she would give them a hug and make her body warm so they would relax. clearly she was right as you felt his whole body relax out of the very tense state it had been in. he lets out a content sigh as he leans his head to lay against the bare neck of your skin.

you did not really understand the logic of it. if an innocent man could only get weak men to defend himself but the guilty man could get the strongest fighters how was that fair? how could the gods judge something like that? "if ser duncan is innocent there will be no reason for the gods to punish your father."

that clearly had been the wrong thing to say as he quickly tenses up, pulling away from you just as quickly. your brows furrow at the almost furious look on his face. "well I'm very thankful for your kind words my lady but i should be off." he stormed off, headed towards the stands were he would watch the joust. a frown grows on your face as you watch him leave. you were just trying to be nice, it was true if he had explained it correctly, if ser duncan was innocent what reason was there for prince baelor to die?

"my lady if i may speak?" you whip your head to one of the servants who had been standing around. 'how long was he even there?' you don't bother to voice your thoughts out loud before you nod. the man, whose name you don't know, ends up telling you about the last trial of seven where everyone but his ancestor maegor had died. "so he's worried about his father dying.." "yes my lady."

he ends up saying no more, simply bowing before walking off. you end up realizing there were also a couple more servants in the room who walked out as well leaving just you. you had not intended to be rude, yet that always seemed to be the case when speaking to him. you should go and try to find him.

nothing terrible will happen you are certain of it.

—

prince baelor was dead.

you had found out when after the battle men had rushed towards you, no not you valarr to inform him of what had happened to his father. you barely remember the aftermath, it was so chaotic you did not even get to see the look on valarrs face until a bit later where he seemed perfectly fine.

the room was quiet, cold. the only sounds that could be hear were the sounds of grinding in a mortar while the tyroshi witch grinding up what seemed to be a potion. maekar so lost in his grief did not even seem to mind the lady was in the room while he was dealing out aerions punishment, lys was far too close to tyrosh for your liking you decide you'll send word to your father later to not allow him in should he end up making his way there.

with the potion you had been making finished and a quick prayer to r'hllor you will end up needing it, you slip it into the pocket of your robe. you manage to slip out the room as maekar and the hedge knight begin to speak to each other faintly hearing the talk of kinslaying. being a kinslayer did not matter much to you yet it seemed to be very taboo in westeros, maekar in particular seemed rather distraught about it. you make a mental note to keep your past family relations a secret.

it got even quieter the further into the halls you went. you freeze upon the sight of valarr leaning over a desk in an empty room. you could hear the faint sniffles as his shoulders shake. he was so composed earlier when speaking to the men of lord ashford on how to properly set up a funeral and where they would burn baelors body. he looked like the exact description of a great prince. yet now he looked just as he should, a young man crying for his father.

with a few steps towards him you stare at his back from the doorway. you consider walking over to him and offering him some comfort. maybe you could try hugging him again. yet all you do is turn your back and walk out the room. you knew all you would do is just make him upset like you always seemed to. you were unaware of the eyes that had turned to watch you leave, wishing you had stayed and held him.

the servants who were preparing the princes body for the burning both looked alarm at your entrance to the room before bowing their heads. "i would just like to offer the prince a private prayer in honor of my lord if that is acceptable." neither of them can refuse you as you are now to be the next queen so they end up backing away, giving you a moment with the prince. his eyes were closed, you were happy to see they had closed up the wound on the back of his head so you would not have to do it. one of the men almost stop you as you reach a knife up to cut a small chunk out of his hair but do not dare make a move, too nervous of what you would do.

your hands press together and you begin to speak to your lord in high valyrian. you did not know if it was even going to work but it was like there was a calling in your body to try. you were so sure baelor was a figure the world needed and your lord would recognize that.

it took you seven tries. its almost comical, the number. but the crowned princes eyes shoot open and he takes a deep breath in. one of the servants passes out.

maekar stops speaking as soon as shouts of his name flood his ears. all eyes are locked onto the door before it even had opened. everyone had gathered in the main hall, assuming the ceremony would happen soon since they had been working on the prince body long enough. the door slams open and everyone stares at the man who looked so pale it was like he saw a ghost.

"what is it boy?" today was the last day maekar wanted any sort of nonsense certainly not from some servant boy. "prince baelor…" the room went deadly still as the boy took a deep breath like he couldn't even say it. "he's alive." every single person stood up from their chairs, other than daeron who was bound to his chair from his foot injury, in shock. "what in the hells are you talking about boy."

"the tyroshi lady witch," valarr sucks in a noticeable deep breath, "she came in and um she did a ritual a couple of times then he woke up." maekar without another word stormed out of the room and off to find baelor. everyone in the room paused for a shocked moment before rushing after him. daeron simply stared after them, the vision of dunk with a dead dragon flooding his mind, the vision suddenly catches fire and burns away in his mind as if it was never there at all.

when maekar opens the door he does not even know what to expect, but he does not expect you to be applying a salve to some of his brothers wounds, his dead brother, who was sitting up looking very alive. "why so pale maekar? you look like you've seen a ghost."

one of the servants call out lord ashfords name as he faints, managing to catch him before he falls. everyone else was seemingly frozen in place except you, who was taking care of baelor still without even looking at the group, and valarr who hesitantly took a few steps towards his father.

"my boy.." baelor's hand lifted to reach out to him and valarr practically fell into his fathers arms, sobbing while his father strokes his back just like he did when he was younger. "its okay my boy its okay. I'm okay." maekar looks to the back of baelors head and gasps as he sees the wound is gone. "my savior gave me a potion which closed the wound."

baelor gives you a fond look as valarr lifts his head from his father to stare at you. he could barely believe it. you did not even look surprised. "the potion was only able to slightly heal it, you'll need to drink it regularly and have the salve i am giving you applied daily until your other wounds heal."

baelor assures you he will while valarr continues to stare at you in wonder. he notices you're holding onto chunks of hair and only then does he notice the big bald spots in his fathers head. there were seven different spots clearly sloppily cut out of his head, the cut work worse in different areas, you must have been getting desperate at some point.

"how is this even possible?" duncan must have meant to say it in his head but he had spoken aloud. everyone in the room was thankful someone finally asked the question on everyone's mind. you kept your back turned as you continued to mix up more salve. it takes you a minute to speak as if you do not know how to put your thoughts together.

"my lord is very merciful. he knew today was never meant to be his final day." everyone in the room had hundreds of more questions to ask but you simply move to leave the room without another glance. "it is time for my prayer. good day." they all watch you leave. valarr can hear someone lightly as if they should stop you but baelor raises his hand in rejection.

duncan begins to sob, holding his hand to his mouth to quiet himself. baelor sighs and stands up, rejecting the help offered to him. "lets have this conversation else where shall we? its rather cold in here." unable to refuse him the room clears out all walking slowly to ensure baelor was following them, baelor lingered behind a bit his eyes on valarr who looked conflicted. "there's somewhere else you should be than here boy."

valarr's face contorted even more, he wanted to see you. more than anything. "but father…" he also did not wish to leave his father not right now. baelor however made the decision for him. "you should speak to her. she can answer your questions better than i."

you end up stumbling back into the room where daeron was sitting all alone. he had not even touched the wine in which was brought to his side. too lost in his thoughts, mumbling to himself. "how is this even possible.. my dreams they always.." daeron can barely believe it. the visions that had haunted his life, the vision in which in encouraged him to lie on an innocent mans name, had not come to pass. "your dream did come true. do not begin to doubt your powers now. i simply corrected it after the deed was done." when you finally look at him he sees the familiar haunted look in your eyes that stare back at him in the mirror.

"do not dwell on it." you say nothing more as place your stuff down and turn out the room. daeron is once again left alone with his thoughts. he thinks of a dream he had many years back. you were surrounded by fire looking as peaceful as ever with your eyes closed, cradling a dead dragon in your hands before the dragon opened its eyes. he had never thought much of it but now he was pondering it. maybe it was truly about baelor but if you could bring a man back to life maybe you could bring back the dragons.

valarr finds you outside sitting alone in front of a fire, your hands clasp together while you spoke a prayer in valyrian. he approached you slowly. you do not even acknowledge him as he sits down next to you. he is not close enough to where he is touching you. yet he is still close enough to where you must notice is presence.

he simply sits in silence, the sound of your voice soothing him as all his emotions of the day washed away. he would have to ask you what you were saying at a later date. he has a lot he should be saying to you. he does not say anything even as you grow completely quiet. he only speaks when you speak. "you can ask me whatever you wish to. i will answer you with complete honesty."

there are so many things he wished to say in this moment. so many emotions he wished to express. questions he needed to ask but he could only express one thing in that moment. "why?" you do not answer, simply hum curiously encouraging him to further explain himself. "why did you go through all the effort? the man servant said you must have done the ritual seven times before it worked." one of them had mentioned it in passing when he told them he was looking for you. the servant looked quite pale.

you don't hesitate to answer him, "you were upset earlier when you thought he was going to die so i decided to at least try my best to bring him back. if he did not wake up after that last attempt i was going to give up."

he's stunned into silence. "for me?" it comes out meeker than he intended it to. you never said anything you did not mean even if the other court ladies or men would find it offensive so he knew you were being very serious when you had said that.

"who else?" he is over come with so many emotions. regret for any of his prior words, grief for a death that did not come, and a new overwhelming emotion blooming in his chest he could not put a name on, a feeling that began to ache as you looking into his eyes. "i am sorry."

he laughs uncomfortably. scratching at his neck in the hopes of the lump growing there to leave. "whatever for?" the look on your face is so sorrowful/ you have no reason to be sorrowful. you had done more for him than you probably even realized. "i was rude to you earlier. i am sorry."

he racks his head around trying to remember what you were talking about, the day so chaotic his memories are all jumbled up. he suddenly remember your earlier conversation and his chest hurts even more. "do not say you are sorry. it is i who.." his words are so strained, his hand crawls up to grip at his chest. your face turns into one of shock as you lightly say his name. there was so many words that needed to be spoke. so much air to be cleared between you.

yet you say nothing. you reach over and grab the hand on his chest. the two of you stay like that for a few moments as your eyes do all the talking. the fire lightly cracks in front of you, your eyes glowed in the fire. he realizes he had never truly taken the time to look at you. you were truly beautiful. "let us start over." your hands lace together as it almost seems like fire grows larger at your union. you glance at it for a moment before looking back at valarr. "i would like nothing more."

there is no need to look back when there is a long future ahead for the two of you, for now you can simply try again. it is not long before a guard comes to summon you, he stands as far away from you as possible. valarr finds himself opening his mouth to comment but you simply tug him along with you as you walk back to the castle. "i am a blood mage. i have always been one. these people simply now see me for who i am."

"but you saved him." "yes. but all they see is i brought a dead man back to life. even if they like him… that scares people." he does not comment any more not wishes to argue with you. he finds himself furious but holds his tongue. they should be throwing themselves at your feet and thanking you.

the two of you enter the main hall hand in hand. baelor sits at the head as if nothing had even happened. a smile on his face as he sees the two of you. maekar and lord ashford look pale, the lord even had one of his men fanning him. baelor summons his son to his side, valarr hesitates to leave you but you lightly push him towards his father nodding reassuringly at him.

once he finally takes his place baelor begins to speak. "you have done the realm a great service. you have my eternal thanks." you simply shrug not even a smile finds its way to your face, "ill be by your room tomorrow with the salve and the potion for you to drink." baelor laughs, the smile on his face remaining, "anything you wish for you shall have."

you look thoughtful for a few moments, the room is quiet as they all await for you to speak again.

"I'd like to be married in the way of my lord your grace. that is all."

baelor looks confused for a moment before he speaks, "ah you mean with the fire pit? yes of course consider it done. but you know, you are free to ask for anything else."

"i already have anything else i could want my lord." your eyes flicker for a moment to valarr but your gaze returns to the crowned prince. baelor catches the look and his grin grows even larger, "I'm sure you do." valarr looks away as his father turns to his, his ears beginning to burn.

baelor stands with a light groan, "I do not know about anyone else but i am starving. let us go eat." baelor looks to his brother and holds out his hand to help him up, maekar hesitates looking between his brothers face and hand before grabbing it and standing. they must have had a very long and needed conversation after you had left. "there are a lot of people who wish to speak to you you know?"

valarr immediately finds himself back at your side as you groan, a deep frown finds its way on to your face, this was the last thing you wanted. valarr grabs your hand once more and your face softens as you two stare at each other. there was a long road ahead but the doors that had been locked shut had finally opened for the two of you and there was a whole other world on the other side.

it wouldn't be a quick process. your personalities, your cultures, your lifestyles, your beliefs, you two would continue to clash. yet valarr finds himself believe things will all work out when he feels the warmth in your palm.

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the brothel

summary: despite being the most beautiful girl in the suns end brothel you only have one customer. one customer who does not care to share despite how many men wish to.

daeron ‘the drunken’ targaryen x dornish!reader

w.c: 6.8k

c.w: porn with plot, sex worker!reader, brothel culture, threat of sa (not from daeron), oral (fem), daeron stubble burns, pre akotsk, daeron is a good brother (kinda), p in v, he pulls out (sorry), whiner daeron, mutual pining (they dont admit it), only proofread once sorry for mistakes

a.n: daeron stocks have never been more up

the brothel had been quiet before a big group of knights had walked in. they were regulars you knew pretty well. it's rare to see a new face around here, the prices were far too high for new faces to just come and go. so when you saw a new face in the group you decided to go say hello.

"hello boys." they cheer as soon as you show face, you smile at them as you make your way over. they all seemed to be crowding around one boy who looked like he was going to shit him. "did you drag this poor sweet boy here by his balls?"

you lean over to get a good look at his face, he gapes and blushes as he gets a good look at you, his eyes trailing down to your practically exposed form. "get a good look boy cause this is the only one you're getting for free." his eyes dart away from you as he turns his head a meek apology slipping through his lips.

you let out a laugh as you turn to one of the many regulars, stanley, he was one of the many knights stationed here from kings landing to protect prince maekar and his family. they usually came in groups or pairs and very easy to spot. "where did you get this cutie from?" he gives you a blank look while the younger boy shifts around in his seat. "he's one of my buddies from up in storms end, he's getting married in a moon from now wants to pop his little cherry."

it was uncommon for the brothel to get virgins. they were either from storms end like this man was or they were stationed here like stanley was. every once and a while a high ranking man like a martell will come in before they get married.

"awe and whats your name sweetheart?" "barney miss. barney cole." you run your hand through his brown shaggy hair and put on a giggle. "stanley he called me miss how cute." stanley rolls his eyes as he takes a big chug of wine. stanley never partook in any activities at the brothel, he had a wife back at home he actually seemed to like so he tagged along to make sure his friends got out and pulled out of the ladies in time before they had to pay the nasty overtime fee. "well you can call me siren cutie."

obviously it was not your real name. none of you used your real names. it was for protection reasons men could truly get rather cruel especially over women so it was for everyone's better interest you keep your identities as secret as possible. plus it was a big bonus for the allure of the bar, men certainly liked a mystery. until they don't.

barney shot you a weak smile as he watched you walk over to one of the large couches. it was still close enough you speak to them, you wiggle your fingers in a wave to the other men in the group as you sit down. "so, what's your type?"

the young man genuinely seemed to ponder on your question you tried your best not to laugh. you looked over the group before turning back to stanley. "georgie and mikey not comin'?" stanley shakes his head, "they're coming, just went to grab one of the new guys." georgie and mikey, george and micheal, were apart of stanleys regular group, it was almost odd to see them not with him.

"your lazy bum didn't wanna go grab him?" it was a comment meant in jest but he just scratched his chin as he looked away. a tense look on his face before he masks it. "no just, don't really like the guy." you definitely don't like the sound of that. stanley was the most chivalrous man you knew and if he didn't like someone it was call for bad news.

you try to ignore the pit in your stomach as you grin at barney. you were used to terrible men coming into the brothel. they are no longer a problem for you so you shouldn't worry about it but for some reason you can't help but feel icky. "if you don't have a type you should tell me what your lady bride looks like. we probably have someone who looks like her."

he ends up describing her to you. brunette, pale skin, brown eyes, sounds like a pretty typical girl. he says shes from the reach so you immediately think of crystal. shes another girl at the brothel, also from the reach, brown hair, shes probably more tan than pale and shes got hazel eyes but its good enough. "crystal!"

the younger girl runs out at the sound of your voice. she was wearing a pretty lace night gown with her hair down. she was a sweet girl who got thrown out of her house for getting caught sleeping with the stableboy. the madam of the brothel ended up taking her in soon after. barney's blush only grows at the sight of her. some men were just too easy. "do you have any clients?"

she shakes her head as she plays with her fingers, "my last one had to leave early." she flutters her eyes at barney with a small smile. for a former court lady she was very good at being a whore. "if you like her barney you can have her then."

he ends up taking her for the night. crystal shots you a thankful look as she drags off a nervous barney. she always liked getting clients, you remember her saying she was trying to save up to buy a horse so she could go visit her sister who lived away from her family.

the other knights had wandered off leaving just stanley at the little bar area. you ended up moving to take a seat next to him and taking a sip from his cup.

"its unusual for you to still be alone at this hour." you sigh, dropping your head against the counter. "i know. how embarrassing. everyone must think horrid." he lets out a laugh at your dramatics. "you know that is not what i meant. where is he?"

before you can answer the door slams open and you can hear the chatter of familiar voices. you sit up with a grin and call out. "mikey! georgie!" the men cheer with large grins, "there she is!" "the most beautiful lady in all the lands!"

you try not to eye the man that comes up closely behind them. you greet the two regulars like you normally would you try to act like you can't tell stanley shifting closer to you as the man finally looks at you. "how are my two lovely boys this evening?"

"better now that I've been blessed by your presence." you giggle at the line you've heard countless times. "well of course it is. it is an honor to stand before me." you can't simply ignore a customer despite how much you wish to so you keep the grin on your face as you lean towards the new face. "and who's this cutie you've brought today?"

the man grins at you, "robert royce." royce. you know the name. that means he must be an important enough man. you hated dealing with the men of the greater houses. "what a refined name you have ser." you're thankful for george as he eagerly turns to you. "siren I'm finally going to do it." it pulls a sack of coins from his pocket and holds it up for you. you cup your cheeks in shock. "georgie no way! she'll be so happy."

when george first started coming here he spent time with a couple of the girls here but once he had sapphira she was pretty much the only person he spent time with from then on. he had been saving up for awhile to be able to buy her out so he could take her to live with him.

it was a common thing for men to buy out a whore to go live with them in their homes, have them work as a maid or cup bearer so they can stop paying the ridiculous brothel fees and just fuck them whenever they wanted. george however was unmarried, he was a fifth son from a minor house, so his father clearly didn't care what he did. he seemed to genuinely like sapphira and she also really liked him, a lot more than her usual customers at least, so she would be happy to get out of here.

as if on cue sapphira walks into the room. she had clearly just finished up with another customer who strolls out from behind her and leaves without another glance at her. she was looking rather glum but her eyes light up at the sight of george and eagerly walks towards you guys. she walks in front of you and takes a seat in your lap, she leans against you as you wrap your arms around her. she smiles at george while she speaks. "what are you lovely folks talking about?"

george happily shows her the bag of coins. it takes her a second to get it before her eyes go wide. "really? really george? you'll make me the happiest lady in the whole world if you mean it." he nods enthusiastically, "of course i do I've been telling you i will." what he doesn't know is that a lot of men say things they don't mean, a lot of broken promises about being taken awhile from a place like this. you had a couple of those men in the past, they never follow through. george clearly was unlike those other men.

"have you told the madam yet?" when he tells her no she enthusiastically stands, "lets go tell her then." before she leaves she squeals, grabbing your hands as you give her a genuine smile. you're happy for her truly, she was a good friend to you for many years, it would feel a little lonely with her gone but there will still many girls here to keep you company.

"I'm happy for her." you hum at stanleys words as the lot of you watch the two run off. you can't linger on it too long, turning to micheal, "who's going to be your pick tonight mikey?" micheal unlike george was just like most other customers who came in, just simply taking his pick of whoever had took his fancy for the night. he shrugged before giving you a sly grin, "ah maybe merry is calling my name today." "think shes too busy calling ser bartys name tonight so you're out of luck."

he does not look upset by the prospect of the one he wanted for the night with someone else, simply letting out a laugh. "is kitty free?" "for coin you pay? I'm certain she would drop whatever shes doing." you've been ignoring the new man long enough and bat your eyelids at him. "if you have an preferences ser I'd be more than happy to help you find someone."

you were not blind to the fact he had been looking at you like he was a starving dog and you were a a lonely defenseless chicken, but there was no way he was actually going to try what you thought he was. "how much are you?" micheal does what you cannot and busts out laughing. you do your best to control your face as even stanley chuckles to himself. you can see robert grow annoyed as he glares at micheal. "I'm sorry sweetheart but you can't afford me."

he grows even angrier at this it seems. you truly meant no offense but its true. "how much could you be?" micheal manages to calm himself down enough to answer "rob, shes easily at least 500 gold dragons." his face twists in disbelief, "500? for a whore?" you have to close your eyes to fight the sigh that builds in your throat. you were used to the dramatics, the men who would come in and complain about your price, the drunk angry men who would throw a fit. there was nothing they could do. even if they tried to complain to the madam she would always tell them your price is firm. if a man complained about it the price would double for him.

"I'm sorry ser but I'm the top lady here. people should pay for my presence alone." you had said the same line countless times now. it mattered not to you what any of these men thought. the only man who mattered could pay the price.

robert made it clear he was clearly the type of man to throw a fit about it. "who the fuck is paying 500 for one cunt? you could get a hundred thousand in flea bottom for that price."

"then maybe you should go back to your flea bottom whores ser." you dropped your usual happy tone as your face falls into its natural blank state. you were not in the mood for any nasty men tonight. all you wanted was for him to finally show up so you could take off this outfit get a nice fuck before going to sleep.

his face had turned fully angry now at your tone. you place a hand on stanleys as he grips the hilt of his sword. you kept it there as robert walked closer and closer to you. if you needed to you would let go. "how dare you speak to me like that you filthy whore? you know what i do have the gold. maybe ill pay it to teach you a lesson-"

"get the fuck away from her." the air went dead quiet at the new familiar voice. the two seated men stood up at the sight of him as a huge grin grew on your face. the reason why your price was so high, the reason why none of the regulars even bothered to think about asking for a night with you was because of him. the sandy haired, stubbly chinned targaryen prince.

"my prince." the four of you bow. he ignores them walking over to you practically shoving robert out the way as he grabs your face to lift your head. his thumbs caress your checks for a moment before he moves to grab your waist and throw you over his shoulder. you cannot see his face but you are sure he is glaring at robert. "you better pray i am forgetful or else i will have you hung."

he turns around and walks off without another word. you grin and wave at stanley and micheal, "let me know how it went for barney next time okay?" stanley nods and the two wave back at you as daeron takes you up the very familiar set of stairs. the madam let you have a whole suite upstairs to yourself which lead to some jealousy from the other girls who are all cramped up in their rooms downstairs. you couldn't care less. you had the prince, and with some of the girls if daeron didn't come over that day you would let them sleep upstairs with you.

he places you down on the bed as he takes a seat next to you. he pours himself a cup of the wine you always make sure to set out for him before chugging the whole thing. "bad day?" he sighed as he tugged on the collar of his tunic. "like you wouldn't believe."

you truly could not believe that him sitting in his big fancy house with his nice fancy food and his nice fancy clothes was truly all that horrible but you would never tell him that. though the one thing you could empathize with him is that his family sucked, you would surely be hung if you repeated the things he told you about his younger brother. you press against his back and rub his sides as you lay your head against his shoulder.

"i am so sorry my prince." he laughs, "i know you are not." you don't respond. you never know how to when he says something like that. he always talks like the two of you are casual friends but the gap in your status always weights in your mind even if you are his favorite at the end of the day you are simply his favorite whore.

he simply lets you rub his sides for a few moments of silence. you get a good luck at his face to see his eyes closed and a content look on his face. "please get me out of this stupid fucking outfit." he was wearing his formal wear, which was out of place for him. he always managed to take the time to change out of this type of clothes before he shows up here.

he turns his body to face you while you begin to unbutton his black tunic, he was staring at you. "you were late today my prince." he groans like you had stabbed him as you neat-fully folded the fabric before placing it away from you. "I'm sorry i wish i never left."

it was not exactly his choice to even leave in the first place. you had seen his father a couple times now. the man now always knowing to come find you if he wanted to find his son. very early this morning while daeron was still asleep his father showed up and dragged him out by his hair rambling about some meeting he needed to show up to. if the prince had his way you really think he would never go back to his family home. when he had the chance he liked to stay here in your suite whenever he had the chance. the longest he's stayed was a week but he was dragged back home on the dawn on the seventh day.

"lay down ill give you a massage sweetie." he takes another chug of wine before he flops belly side down on the bed. you tug on his breeches until they come off, he doesn't even make a sound at the action just lifting his hips to help you while he sipped some more wine. you folded them and left them along with his pants before slipping out of your two piece dress letting the fabric simply hit the floor without a care before turning back to him with oils in hand.

he was looking at you. a smile on his face as he watches you with lazy eyes. "beautiful." you let yourself roll your eyes as a grin makes it way to your face. you were called beautiful every day, it wasn't a special thing to you anymore but for the prince who only ever called you beautiful when you were in your most natural state there was something different about it that made you twitch.

he wasn't one for dramatics. he didn't do the flare or the flirting he just always spoke what was on his mind. even if it was crude, even if it was rude he simply spoke whatever he wanted to. he liked to joke but it was nothing flashy, he would be content if he was the only one laughing at the things he said. he was very obvious with the things he liked and the things he didn't. when he first came here as a younger man he did not give any of the girls who threw themselves at him the time of day. he simply stared, stared at all the different girls in the brothel until he stumbled upon you.

you were stitching up one of the younger girls dresses. you did not even bother to show yourself before the prince other than the first bow you had to do when he walked in. a lot of the other girls who were chatting him up were the premiums of the brothel at the time. you did not stand a chance but he still wondered off towards you and picked you. you still have no idea why he picked you. you were still a newer girl at the time, he probably would have had a lot more fun with anyone else. you had tried to ask him one time but he was so drunk all he had managed to slur out is that you were the most beautiful one there.

the other girls had gotten mad at you the next day, you remember being upset about it at the time. you don't care anymore, some of them still hate you but most of them don't seem to mind anymore they knew there was nothing they could do to get the prince away from you.

he made a happy noise as soon as you had straddled his hips. you dropped a good few drops on his back before you began to work your hands over his skin. "are you pleased my prince?" "ill be more pleased once you're riding my fucking face."

he was always impatient but you learned he liked to be kept waiting. he wanted to be denied until he couldn't take it anymore, until pleasure was the only thing on his mind. you were shocked to find out he liked to lick you so much. most men never even tried it a day in their whole lives but he tended to do it pretty much every visit.

he moaned as you work your hands on his shoulders. not even at your hands, but at the little noises you made as you pushed yourself up and down on his body rubbing yourself against him. "fuck… if you come on my ass instead of my face I'm going to be fucking pissed." you giggle as you lean down and kiss the back of his neck, digging your hands deeper into his back.

he can feel your wet cunt drag along his ass and his lower back, he lets out a loud whine as you hit a particularly hard knot in his back. "fuck…" he was so hard, his cock was pressed firmly against the fabric of the bed, only getting minor stimulation from moving his hips with yours. "sit on my face."

too needy yourself you can no longer deny him, sitting up and letting him turn over to lay on his back. he grabs your hips firmly and pulls you up towards his face. "enough with your teasing." as soon as your knees hit the sides of his head he barely waits for you to lower yourself down before burying his head in your cunt.

you grip onto his exposed hair while your mouth falls open. he used to be awful at this, the first couple times you fucked you thought he was one of the worst customers you've ever had. he got better over time, he finally figured out where your pearl was when he saw you touching it one time an ever since then he's been pretty good. the stubble on his face hurt so good, when you moved your hips back and forth you chase the burn he gives you along you skin.

he was lapping at you like a dog who hadn't had a drink of water in a fortnight and you were a large ice cold pond. you called out for the prince like a maiden would, you used to have to perform for him but you no longer have to do that. you have no idea how long he had been going at it. his hands tightly gripping on your thighs to keep you firmly in place. you clench your teeth as that familiar pit grows in your stomach. "my prince…. please."

"daeron." you can faintly hear him mumble while he's got his mouthful with you. you can't deny a prince any request as much as you might wish to so you call out his name as you release into his mouth. he stayed there for awhile longer letting you ride out the orgasm as he got his fill. "daeron let me get off." he ignores you for a few moments but after you let go of his hair and start tapping on his arm does he relent and releases you.

you end up sitting on his stomach to catch your breath while he leans over and grabs himself another full glass of wine. "you'll need to apply lotion on me tomorrow sweetheart." you rub his stubble with your palm while he chugs down his drink, a smile on his face. he throws the cup on the ground once he's done, "yes yes i will." you frown as you move your other can to be completely cupping his cheeks. "what is troubling you?"

he sighs and throws his head back. a look of true trouble on his face though you doubt there's seriously any true trouble if there was he would be so drunk he would not be able to converse with you. "my father wishes for me to enter the lists at this stupid tourney. who does he think i am my brother?" of course its nothing actually serious. you know he has a hatred for anything that was not fucking or drinking but joust must take the top spot. you rub his chest in the hopes to comfort him, "you agreed?" he laughs in a mock way, "of course i did not wish to but.."

he trails off as a sad look took over his face instead, "egg truly wishes to squire for someone and my father says he can squire for me if i enter the lists." one of his redeeming traits is that he truly did love two of his brothers, the older one you know he does not care for and you doubt he's even spoken to his sisters, but he clearly cared for prince aemon and prince aegon in his own way. he was not any good at it, he cared more for his own mental stability over it all but when he could or when he tried he did his best for his brothers.

"so you are going to enter." "i do not have a choice." that likely meant he was going to be gone for awhile. you always hated when he was gone for days on end. the last time he was gone he was gone a whole moon cycle for his cousins wedding celebration. it was almost impossible for him to be pulled off you as soon as he came back. "i sleep better when you are here my prince."

he groans like the words you spoke actually physically hurt him. his eyes closed in pain. "i do too." there was something deeper when he said it. he barely mentioned the visions that plagued him but you knew that when he dreamed his dreams came true, he did not wish to think about it when he was in your comfort.

"can you come with me?" you sigh and shake your head. he pouted like a child and you lightly slap his face. "stop that." "why not?" "a girl here is not allowed to leave the house unless she is bought out." or until she loses her value and gets kicked out. some just left but most of the time they would realize that this was one of the better places a girl could be. it beat living on the street with no food in your belly.

you have never allowed yourself to get your hopes up and wish for him to buy you out. there is no reason for him too. he is a prince, he could have thousands of ladies if he wished, why would be spend the coin on you? yes he came here often just to see you and took no other lady but if you were no longer around he would surely find some other lady to be with.

"how much do you cost?" you freeze. he opens his eyes to look at you once be realizes your hands have stopped moving. you looked away from him to hide your hurt expression. "do not ask things you do not need to know my prince." you ignore the confused noise he lets out as you go back to rubbing his chest. there is no point in him asking. he will not do it. they never do. well, at least sapphira got her happy ending.

"well how am i supposed to buy you out if i don't know how much to bring tomorrow?"

"do not joke with me about this." your voice was firmer than it ever was when you talked to him. this was the last conversation you wished to be having. "who says I'm kidding?" he leans up to try and get you to look at him but you keep on dodging him. he flips you around so he's laying on top of you. "look at me." you can not deny a request from the prince. his eyes widen at the sight of your glossy eyes. he cups your cheeks as his face twists with concern.

"please do not get my hopes up my prince." it was all you ever wanted. to be bought out by him, to no longer have to stay in this wretched brothel. to be able to spend your days with him in his nice fancy home. even if some days you couldn't stand him, even if he did not wish to marry you. you wished to have your days consumed by him. he did not speak as he simply stared at you in wonder. before you can find yourself embarrassed he kisses you.

it was softer than his usual kisses yet it still felt like he was trying to consume you. he was drinking you up like a cup of wine. his hands drifted from your face to your nipples, rolling them around on his thumb. he pulls his lips far enough away so he could speak but not far enough your lips. "tomorrow i will bring a couple thousand gold dragons that should be good enough right?" your heart was pounding so loud you could barley believe the words he was saying. you put on a good person with everyone else, every single guest and even the other girls here thought you were stuck up, self centered. why could you not pretend in front of him."why?"

his eyes almost form crescents as he stares at your fondly. his eyes full of affection, "who else would i rather spend my days with than you?" you say his name in a faint whisper, there isn't a need to say anymore. he presses a long line of wet kisses down your neck. "now that we got all the sappy shit out the way can i fuck you now?"

you can't help but laugh as joy floods through your body. "my prince is rather impatient." you gasp as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and lightly tugs on it before giving you a mischievous grin. "well you been keeping me waiting…"

you reach down and help him line up before he eagerly shoves himself inside you. he lets out a strained moan as his head falls onto your shoulder. you cant but clench around him as he eagerly thrusts his hips into yours. he keeps his lips close to your ear so you can hear ever little moan and whine he lets out as he continues to work himself in and out of you.

when you reach your hand down to rub your pearl he gets even louder at the way you pulse and clench around him. "fuck you feel so good." his words were fully slurred at this point, his mouth stayed wide open with every little noise escaping his lips. "please be close, need to pull out."

you nod enthusiastically with the sound of his name on your lips. the two of you got louder, he reaches down and sucks on your nipples as you shake around him. your nails drag down his back as he pace doesn't relent until the last second until he pulls out to spill on your stomach.

the prince almost immediately falls to the right and lays down while catching his breath. "maybe we should be sappy more often." he has a stupid grin on his face while you grab one of the hand towels from your side table and throw it as hard as you can on his face.

he lets out a sound of mock pain while not bothering to move to take it off. "my lady wounds me. you should kiss it better." you ignore him as you finally move to get up which he always hates. "just stay." "i need to clean us up sweetie." he continues making a fuss, his grip on your arm growing tighter and tighter, not painful and not truly intending to keep you trapped where you are but enough to make you pause as you try to make your way out of the bed. "i will be right back."

it takes him a couple moments before he relents with an over dramatic sigh as he finally moves the towel off his face to watch you walk with shaky legs to a different room. you relieve yourself and clean up your stomach and lower lips before making your way back to him with a warm, slightly wet towel. he keeps his eyes on you and hisses as you clean his cock and the skin around him. "be gentle you temptress." "i am always gentle sweetheart." "oh i know that is not true at all."

you slap his shoulder as he winks at you. you throw the towel aside and lay down next to him. he immediately wraps his arms around you. his eyes already closing and that sleepy look on his face. "i will see you tomorrow." you press a kiss to his lips and he eagerly returns it. you two continue to peck little kisses on each others lips and faces until you fall asleep.

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you are so used to sleeping in when he's here you are more than lost when kitty and crystal barge into your room and begin to drag you out of the bed. "come on girl get up!"

"what the hells are you two doing?" you reach over and touch the spot where daeron should have been laying in to notice it was cold and empty. 'where was he?' he was barely ever out of bed, ever, where could he have gone?

"we need to get you ready lets go." they tugged you until you were out of bed, walking you to one of the upstairs bathrooms where they got you into the bath. kitty walked off you can see her head towards the direction of your room before you got distracted by crystal beginning to scrub at your skin.

"you know what's happening right?" you could hear the teasing tone in her voice and don't provide her an answer. you were getting bought out. "you're grinning it's weird stop." you splash some water on her as she squeals. you can barely believe it, he really did it. you can barely believe it. the grin doesn't leave your face even as you get out of the bath and the two of them help you apply oils and fragrances to you skin. you asked them about their nights.

kitty didn't have much to say, it seems like micheal did end up staying with her but from what you knew he was nothing to note. crystal mentioned how barney barely lasted a full minute and passed out swiftly after. you all laughed and joked about how at least his future wife will have an easy time.

crystal helped you into your nicest dress while kitty continued to pack up all your stuff laying about the room. you didn't have much, you never spent any of the coin you got. there was never a need for new gowns like many of the other girls bought you never needed to impress anyone anymore. except him who seemed most impressed when you got naked.

once kitty had finished up they both helped you with your hair. the three of you continue to chat about what ever happened to come up. you realize quickly you are going to miss this. you liked a good amount of the girls, you had seen them every day for so many years now you could barely believe you were leaving. you feel a hand touch your cheek, "you will not be so far away, come back and visit whenever you want i am certain the madam would be happy to see you." "as long as you pay."

you hadn't even realized you had let a couple tears run down your face. "you're right. i will i promise." once they finished they help lead you downstairs where you see all the other girls all lined up like they always were when a girl got bought out. you were met with a couple of smiles, a lot of them glared or had blank looked but you didn't care. you also saw sapphira all dressed up and rushed over to stand side by side.

"i cant believe this is happening." "me neither." the two of you whisper to each other while the madam gives the same speech she always does when a girl leaves. you had watched this happen a couple times now and you could barely believe it had been you this time. sapphira grabbed your hand as all the girls did one final bow to you guys.

some of the girls come up to say a personal goodbye as the door opens and a couple of knights walk in. following quick after them is daeron, he looks probably the cleanest you've ever seen him. you smile as you swiftly make your way over to him. "george is waiting outside, we'll need to be off."

you wave at the other girls before following him outside. there are two carriages waiting. sapphira spots george and squeals as she immediately runs over to him. you watch him pick her up in a huge hug. "they're cute." you look at daeron who wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "they are."

you look at all the men loading up your stuff in the carriage. your recognize micheal and stanley who wave at you before making their way to where george and his carriage was. it seemed like they were all coming with you.when you finally look a long look at the carriages you notice he had his house flags on them. it was strange since he never did that, he always liked to remain incognito when he was here. "are we going somewhere?"

"what do you mean? we are going to the tourney." you step back shocked. "that's today?" he laughs as he takes a swing from his person flask, "of course it is." you gape at him in disbelief. you had thought this trip was at least a moon or two out were the two of you really going today? a thought dawns on you as he leads you to his carriage, "if it is today then where is-" you are cut off as he opens the door and there sits a little boy.

his eyes lift from the book he was reading and looks at you. "hello." you bow your head quickly as you rush out a greeting in your shock. this was already far more complicated than you thought it would be. you take a seat on the side opposite to him while daeron takes the seat next to you. he was a cute boy, clearly much more put together than his older brother next to you."whats your name miss?"

you open your mouth to instinctively to say siren like you always did until you stop yourself. you technically no longer needed to go by siren, you were not in the brothel anymore. for the first time in years you let a name you haven't been called since you were a young girl slip past your lips. daeron tensed next to you while the young prince smiled. "its nice to meet you, im aegon." the two of you have a small conversation about the book he's reading while daeron plays with your fingers.

"you have a pretty name." he ends up whispering to you once aegon slips back into his book. you place a peck on his lips, the last of wine lingers in your mouth. "what a charmer." you were so happy. you look out the window just as the brothel leaves your view the look forward at the whole new world you were yet to see.

"you didn't even know her name?"

"shut up and read your book."

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『Valarr Targaryen Masterlist』

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Mistress: valarr was very happy in his marriage, especially in his marital duties, he thought everything was going perfectly until a friend had him realize he had never once made you reach a peak. he begins to spiral as the idea gets brought up you must be getting satisfied elsewhere. ❀

warmth valarr has always been wary of his soon to be wife. but after darkness strikes ashford, she shines a light. ❀

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a dreamers dream: daeron has only ever had dreams of misery and sorrow. except for that one singular dream. the dream with her in it. ❀

the brothel: despite being the most beautiful girl in the suns end brothel you only have one customer. one customer who does not care to share despite how many men wish to. ❀ ♡

wedding night: after many months together you and daeron get married. despite your usual confidence you cant help but be worried for the night ahead. ❀

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mistress

“i am your wife. what need would i have for a mistress?”

valarr was very happy in his marriage, especially in his marital duties, he thought everything was going perfectly until a friend had him realize he had never once made you reach a peak. he begins to spiral as the idea gets brought up you must be getting satisfied elsewhere.

valarr targaryen x wife!lorathi!reader

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c.w: smut. no y/n sub!valarr, reader knows alot about sex, fingering (fem), p in v, creampies, inexperience valarr, sweetie valarr whos in love with his wife, porn with plot, proofread once sorry for mistakes!

a.n: i stand with my one line of dialogue and never shows up again king valarr ! ive started like four wips abt him not including this one… ive been injected with a virus

"how has married life been treating you my prince?"

valarr was sitting in his office in dragonstone, entertaining his guest that had been there for a fortnight now. the son of the sealord of braavos was planning on traveling around to establish more trading ports in westeros with some of the lords. he had decided to make a stop in dragonstone to see valarr and his new wife.

you two had been married for six moons cycles now. you were from lorath married to valarr in the hopes of establishing good relations with the free cities as lorath seemed to have good standing with all the other cities. you and valarr got along very well, you were not shy like many of the court ladies he had met. you laughed loudly, always spoke your mind and you were always kind to him. you were not the kind of lady he ever thought he would marry but he was happy. the two of you were a good pair.

you and the son of the sealord, ser antar, were apparently childhood friends and he had not been able to come to you wedding so he decided to make the trip to dragonstone an extended stay where he would be here for a whole moon cycle. he remembers you telling him he was free to decline the invitation from antar, that relations with braavos would still be good should he say no but when he really thought about it he decided to accept it.

valarr rarely held company of others. while you had plenty of ladies in waiting valarr tended to stay by himself. too busy dealing with issues presented to him at court, petitions and many other matters as lord of dragonstone. he was nervous he would not get along with antar since he had little to no male friends but the two were fast friends. more so since antar was an extremely outgoing man and basically forced valarr to spend time with him."it is well, we get along well-"

"you know that is not what i meant." valarr looked up from his papers and tilted his head at the eagerly smiling man. "whatever could you mean then?"

"the marital bed of course! shes the daughter of a mistress from a whore house turned wife she must be excellent." valarr couldn't fight the redness that burns up his throat to his ears. he coughs hard into his fist as if antar had punched him in the throat. valarr readjusted himself in his chair in his awkwardness as he tried to avoid antar's eager gaze.

"i don't see why… i don't know why you would…" he sort of trails off, not knowing how to answer. a look of shock takes over antar's face before valarr is saved by a knock on the door. valarr allows whoever it is to enter, not even caring if it was an assassin anyone could come in now to save him from this conversation.

it just so happened to be you. you were wearing a gown he had made for you in his houses colors, there were a few dragon patterns stitched on the sides of the skirt. he couldn't fight the smile that creeps up on his face. you always looked beautiful but when you wore his colors there was a strong sense of pride and affection that washed over him.

"hope i am not interrupting your very manly conversation." you were holding a tray with some snacks on it. you give valarr a sweet smile as you place the tray on his desk. he smiles back at you as he tries to push the earlier conversation from his mind. you reach over the desk and grab his hand lightly before you move away. antar's grin only grows as you sit down next to him and across from valarr.

"simply talking about your marital bed is all." valarr coughs once more and forces himself to look down at his papers. scribbling nonsense on a blank paper. "antar. i told you not to tease him."

"i am not teasing! i am truly curious is all. you must be a very wicked women to have him so flushed." valarr did not look up though he could feel their eyes looking at him.

he had nothing to complain about truly. before he had gotten married many of the knights in the court would always try to invite him out to the brothels with them which he adamantly declined. the thought of bastard children running around made him sick. when he had stupidly asked why they seemed to love to go there so much the men had told him there was no pleasure like the pleasure sex provided, especially from the women at the pleasure houses. 'my wife just does not do it for me.' they would say.

valarr does not understand that in the slightest. he remembers his wedding night very vividly. he was worried for you in the beginning as you did not touch a single piece of food that whole night. you did not even drink anything. there was to be no bedding ceremony but there would be two men sitting in the room to make sure the deed was done. you had left the dinner early, saying you needed awhile to prepare.

it had taken you a full hour before you came into his bedchamber. he had been sitting awkwardly in his bed, your brother who was one of the men sitting in took pity on his and tried to ease his nerves and conversate with him but the young prince could barley hold a conversation. he did not know the name of the man with your brother, likely one of his fathers personal knights.

when you had finally walked in valarr truly thought he was going to faint. you had clearly changed out of your elegant gown and fixed your hair, you were completely covered by a large cloak.

his hands clenched in his lap as he watched you remove the coat to show you were wearing just a simple robe, the neck was so low and loose your breasts were very obviously making themselves known. your skin glowed, you had put on some sort of oil, when you stepped closer and closer to him he could tell you were covered in a floral scent. it wasn't overpowering it was a little relaxing actually to the point his hands softened.

"don't worry my prince, this will be nice for you. if the boys back there are a problem i swear once i start you will not even know they are there."

he tried to look away as you had straddled him sitting down firmly in his lap. your hands cupped his jaw and forced him to look at you. his face had to be deep red at this point and he was trying to ignore how terribly uncomfortable his pants had begun to be."seems you're already firmed up, you like me that much my prince?"

it was more of a tease than an actual question but valarr still answered. "of course i do my lady…" you still paused for a moment like you weren't expecting an answer. or more like you had not been expecting that answer. the two of you were a political marriage, it was not a bond of love. yet valarr had found himself growing fonder and fonder of you with each passing day. maybe one day it could be love. maybe what valarr felt already was love.

you moved your hands away from his face and undid the tie on your robe to let the fabric drop and expose your completely naked body. valarr swiftly moved his head to try and look away but you had caught his head with your hands and forced him to look at you. "don't get embarrassed now my prince."

you had kissed him quickly. it was not like the one you had shared hours ago. that kiss was simple, sweet and quick. this one was hot heavy and passionate. he felt like you were practically trying to eat his lips off his face. but he liked it, he liked it so much he put so much effort into trying to give you that same feeling back.

he didn't even realize he was laying on his back now until you pulled away to catch your breath. the two of your chests raising quickly up and down. before he could even think of doing anything else you had captured his lips again and he gasped, you had stuck your tongue in his mouth. he had no clue people even did this but he was not going to complain.

you froze when he felt your hands drag down his chest to the helm of his pants. you pulled away only a small inch away from his lips, they were practically still touching his when you spoke.

"can i?" it was a stupid thing to ask. of course you could it was the whole point of the bedding ceremony in the first place bur the fact you had stopped to ask made himself feel stiffer."of course, whatever you wish."

the words were a little slurred, your salvia must be full of booze. he felt like he was above the clouds. you pushed your lips back to his as you tugged down his pants just enough to free his cock from them. he hissed against you, the cool air of the room hitting his cock made him shiver. he was not cold for long as practically without any warning you had adjusted him and pushed his leaking cock inside of you.

those men had to be lying. sure they were right, there was truly not greater pleasure than the heat the warmth he was feeling in that moment but the concept of his wife not being the one giving it to him? it was a ridiculous concept.

he was so lost in a drunken heat as you push yourself up and down on his length, your lips sloppily against his as you captured every small groan or moan that escaped his lips. as he found himself getting close and closer to his peak your lips had begun to suck on his neck as his hips had uncontrollably began to thrust up to meet yours. when he reached his peak he had almost fainted for the second time that night. he barely remembers anything after that. minor flashes of you dismissing the men from the room, you had cleaned him up before the two of you got into bed and slept.

as the moons passed he still found the same pleasure in you he had that first night. sometimes the position was different, you taught him many things, many positions, it was some of the most enjoyable moments of his life. even now he finds himself firming up just at the thought of you. he looks back up to see you lost in a conversation with antar, the subject clearly and thankfully having steered away from sex.

"apparently his step father only gifted him five slaves instead of ten and he was so mad he had their marriage annulled." you had made a gross face as antar laughed at the ridiculousness of it. you two were clearly talking about some of the other free cities but he had not been paying any attention. the knock on the door startles him completely back into reality. his voice slightly cracks as he says to come in. your eyes immediately dart to him as a knowing smirk makes its way to you face. you had once told him he had plenty of tells when he was 'needy' as you would put it. he always claimed he didn't do any of the things you said but he knew he did.

it was one of your ladies here to inform you that you were needed in as one of your ladies in waiting was pregnant and you liked to keep up all her health check ups. you bid a goodbye to antar before leaning over valarrs desk and giving valarr a knowing grin."i will see you tonight husband."he fought down the groan that creeps up in his throat. you know he loves to be called husband. your husband. you were teasing him. he watches you leave like a love sick dog until antar pointedly clears his throat causing valarr to look at him."have you told her you're madly in love with her?"

he is silent. he hadn't. he did not know how to even breach the subject with you. he was so sure you did not feel like same way. you acted the same around him as you did everyone else, he did not feel any different from one of your lady friends. except when you did your martial duties of course. "no."

antar laughs before he leans further back into his chair. he lets out a thoughtful sigh as he gazes out the window. "you know. i was in love with her as a kid."

valarr's entire body freezes as he feel like a frost has come over the room. he felt sick. "i am not anymore if you are worried about it so please get that look off your face. i am simply saying i always imagined the two of us would end up together. but when i see the way she looks at you, i can see she never saw me in that same light."

the young prince says nothing but a small smile creeps up on his lips. maybe antar was right, he had known you his entire life. maybe he should plan a dinner with you, unlike the ones you usually share together every night, and tell you how he feels. "you must at least tell me if she screams when she peaks."

valarr felt like an ice cold bucket of water splashed over him. "I'm sorry?"

"she tells me she never does but i know she must be lying. shes a screamer i am sure."

valarr for the first time in awhile had no clue what the man in front of him was talking about. he came to find out antar had a habit of saying pretty random stuff but this didn't seem like anything he had said before. the look on valarr's face must have told antar what he was thinking causing the sealord's son to burst out laughing.

"oh gods you've never made her peak? i almost feel sorry for her. shes a needy woman, maybe she even has a mistress." it was said in a jest. one that valarr let out a fake humorous laugh to but the room was covered in an ice cold chill.

that conversation had been hours ago but valarr couldn't get it out of his mind. antar had left to go find you, after assuring valarr there was nothing wrong and that's how most marriages are. he drowned himself in his work in an attempt to not think too much about it. it bothered him. the idea that you sought out another man bothered him so much. he should be able to provide for you. why had he never considered this before? you had never once complained to him. you seemed perfectly content after you two have sex it had never crossed his mind.

he takes his dinner in his room. he knows its selfish of him, the two of you always ate dinner together, but he couldn't stand the thought of having to see you knowing you were likely thinking about another man. so he stayed in his office far too late into the night. he finally felt comfortable leaving knowing you were always sleep at this hour.

yet when he walked into the room he saw you perfectly wide awake. you discarded the book you were reading as you stood up. you were wearing the same robe you always were when you two had sex. he tried to ignore how his body began to ache. "i am surprised to see you are still up my lady." hes shocked he even managed to push the words out of his throat. you simply narrow your eyes at him. your posture is stiffer than normal, your hands clenched in front of you. you're angry. "you were not there for dinner."

he deflates. hanging his head in embarrassment. "i am sorry my lady. i was… swarmed with work." he can't bring himself to tell you the truth, that he was so sick with jealousy that he did not even touch the dinner that was brought to his office. you look even angrier now than you did before. you lift your had and signal for him to come closer to you. when he gets close enough you grab his hands tightly. "if you have an issue with me I'd like for us to talk about it. i do not want there to be resentment between us." he lets his head drop onto your shoulder, his turns his head to the crook of your neck to smell your sweet scent.

"i am sorry i have not been good at my marital duties." you reach and hand up and caress the white streak in his hair. "whatever could you be talking about my prince? i am more than satisfied."

he suddenly finds himself filled with rage as he swiftly pulls away from you. "you do not have to lie to me." he turns is back to you as he walks a few steps away from you. he does not see the look of shock on your face. prince valarr was not a temperamental man you came to know that well in the moons you've known him now. the fact that he is acting like this tells you he is clearly very upset about something.

you knew something was amiss when one of the servants came to tell you he would be taking dinner in his office. if it was any other day you would have gone straight to his office to see him. but you had guests to attend to. once the room was cleared and it was just antar, you and a large table of food did antar finally speak with a sheepish look on his face. "i may have poked him too much today my friend. its my fault."

you knew antar was a man of many words but not many thoughts which is why you had explicitly warned him when he first arrived to watch his tongue in front of the young prince. it was not as lax about crude topics or joke like you and antar were, he was a very prime and proper boy like his father. antar winces as soon as your face twists into an anger snarl. "I'm sorry!" you lean over the table and glare, your words spoken through clenched teeth, "what did you say?"

you decided to wait for him in your shared chamber once antar finally spilled what he had said. you knew he was likely mad about the idea of you having another mans child. when he came in you would get him to admit his issues, you would assure him that it was not true and antar was kidding and you would thoroughly punish him for the comment then you could both go to bed peacefully. yet it seemed like he was not mad about that at all. he seemed more, upset? about the marital bed? you did not understand at all.

"i am not lying my prince i am sorry if i did something to make you think that. for my sake if you could clarify exactly what you mean i could offer some sort of solution." as always you were very forward. you did not like to let issues linger, your mother always told you men build resentment towards woman easily and it was best to stop issues right as they began. you did not want issues with valarr you liked him a lot.

no words are spoken as valarr keeps his back towards you. you don't like the silence its deafening. you take a deep breath, it seemed like valarr was not going to say anything so you make the first move. you take a few steps towards him, not too close but close enough he could certainly tell you were right behind him. "my prince if this is about that crude joke antar made earlier to you allow me to apologize on his behalf-"

"what kind of husband am i if my wife must take a mistress? i am a failure." he keeps his back turned as he cuts you off. you are lucky he has his back turned as you believe you have never been so caught off guard in your whole life. "I am your wife. what need would i have for a mistress?"

he turns his head to face you, your face completely falls as an uncomfortable ache hits your heart at his distraught face. "i have never made you peak." he says it like it is complete fact. the young prince seems intent on continuing his streak of shocking you as you can barely believe the words spilling from his lips. "I'm sorry?"

"what kind of husband.. what kind of man am i if i can't make the woman i love satisfied." he turns away from you like he is ashamed to even be standing in your presence. you walk up to press completely against him, your hands reach around his body, grabbing his clenched hands and lace your fingers through his. you press your head against his shoulder before speaking. "my love, it is not your job to please me in the marital bed. is it my duty to assure you are pleased so we can produce an heir."

"but you are unsatisfied." "says who?' he is silent but you feel his grip tighten against you. "i am more than satisfied my love i am not lying. if you count the times i peak with you on my mind and your name on my tongue you have made me peak countless times."

he swiftly turns around leading you to almost stumble back before he grabs you to keep you pressed close to him. "whatever do you mean?" your face has your normal teasing smile on it now, you press a small peck to his lips. "my love, why do you think it takes me so long to come to the bedchamber whenever we are about to have sex?"

he thinks for a long moment. he had never truly considered it. he knew women took much longer to get ready for things, he simply had always assumed you just needed more time to get dressed. knowing he was not going to answer you begin to tell him. "before we had gotten married, my mother told me my first time was going to hurt. but i did not want it to hurt so i asked her if there was any way to prevent such a thing. she told me if i prepped myself i would feel no pain at all. she gave me a couple of bottles of oil and liquids i could slather myself with to make myself looser on top of the prep therefore it does not hurt at all. every since then before we end the bed i make sure to thoroughly prep myself."

you press your foreheads together, "i love you husband. there is no need for any other." his heart felt so warm so full. all the terrible thoughts he had been having for hours fled from his mind as he was fulling consumed by you. "i love you wife." your lips connect in a heated kiss. the awkward tension in the room turning into a heated passion as he pulls you flush against his body.

"teach me." he had mumbled against your lips. "teach you what?"

"how to please you." you pull away fully, trying not to get distracted by his plump lips. "my love…" "please."

you relent. like you always do to him. you drag him over to the bed and remove your rode. "take off your clothes." he follows swiftly after you, discarding every piece of fabric from his body as you make your way to sit near the pillows on the bed, leaning comfortably on the backboard. he had long gotten over his embarrassment over your naked body or his own, he loved to look at you now, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. he places a kiss on your shoulder as he sits in front of you. you almost laugh at the concentrated look on his face he looks like he would hang on to every single word you said.

he gulps when you spread your legs wide, "woman are more complicated than men but not as complicated as many think." you take your hand down and spread your lips open, he has to take many deep breaths to keep himself calm. "this is the main thing that stems pleasure for woman, the pearl." he lets a groan slip out of his mouth as you hum delightfully as you rub yourself.

"use your fingers and simply copy what i was just doing. some people use their mouths but that is a lesson for another day." his fingers replace yours and you immediately tense up, "not so hard." he lets out a quick sorry as you laugh, "don't threat. now simply do as i was doing." he begins swirl his fingers around in a circle and your reaction is breathtaking. your hands reach out to grab his arms as you say his name in a moan. "faster not too fast." he listens just as he would if he was out in the training yard with his mentor. he watches your eyes close and your mouth agape as small murmurs and moans pass through it.

"valarr oh with your free hand, hm your fingers put your fingers in me." his eyebrows furrow deeper in minor confusion, "my fingers?" "yes please i need it." you do not say how many so he simply goes with two. its so warm. so wet. he shudders as your back arches off the bed as the highest pitched moan he's ever heard from you fills the air. "valarr in and out just like you would your cock." his cock twitches at the mention of it, the bed was stained with the precum dripping out of it but he did not care one bit. he followed your instructions exactly as you said. he had no idea why he was not doing this sooner, your noises the way you looked, you were so beautiful and he was so hard.

he curled his fingers when you asked he split his fingers when you said to. the longer it went on the louder and louder you got. he ended up reaching down and wrapping his lips around your nipple while his fingers moved faster and faster. "I'm so close husband." you continued to chant his name and he did not slow his pace, he pulled back from you to get a good luck at your twisted face as your body twitched in pleasure, letting out a loud shout of his name before you fell back, your chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath.

he pull his hands away from you. his awkward held his slick covered fingers in the air unsure of what to do with them. you grab his wrist and twist his hand towards his mouth. "suck on them." he immediately groans as your sweet taste hit his mouth eagerly sucking at his hand to lick up every single drop. "fuck me husband."

he was now so desperate for relief he did not hesitate before lining himself up and pushing into you. he was no longer in control of his body as he began to push himself in and out of you. lust taking control of his body as his now free hands play with your nipples as his hips eagerly thrusted to meet yours. you sounded louder than you ever did any other time he was inside you, your hands reaching around him to claw at his back. "touch my pearl." he was so lost he almost did not hear you he opens his shut eyes to look at your shining ones. "i want to peak with you husband please."

his hands moved on their own, he kept on hand playing with your breast while the other reached down to circle your pearl. he let out a spew of curses as you clenched around him in pleasure. the room was filled with the air of sex, the sound of wetness and skin hitting against each other and the sound of your combined moans. "husband I'm so close." he groans loudly as his head falls to your shoulder. "me too cum with me wife." he reaches his peak before you but he manages to continue to thrust into you so you follow very quickly afterwards. his body fell completely on top of yours as you both laid covered in your own sweat. he had never came so hard in his life. it seemed like you had never either as it took you far too long to exit your dazed expression.

"so. no more talk of mistresses right?" he playfully slaps your side and you both laugh. he does not bother to pull out, too comfortable in your warmth. "we should get cleaned up my love." he ignores you, tugging the blanket from under you both to cover you as he lays peacefully on top of you. "later." his soft sleeping breaths fill the air and you know later certainly means tomorrow. you stare at the ceiling while you play with his hair, sleep unable to take you from this moment.

you would have to thank antar tomorrow as much as you hate to admit it. that bastard.

[jacaerysgf]

a dreamers dream

daeron has only ever had dreams of misery and sorrow. except for that one singular dream. the dream with her in it.

daeron ‘the drunken’ targaryen x lysense!fem!reader

w.c 6.6k

c.w: insta love (daeron), boyfailure daeron, bff aegon, you look like a targ cause a lot of people in essos do, pre akotsk, daeron has a staring problem, a lot of set up, idc how dragon dreams work i just made this shit up, only proofread like twice sorry if theres mistakes thats really it!

a.n: sorry if this sucks i haven't written in so long. i plan to make another part but since im so bad at that no promises. can be read as a standalone

The wooden counter he's laying on his too cold. The fact that he can tell it is means he's not drunk enough.

How long had he been in here? hours? days? who knows. who cares. the fact that he can even think about that means he is not drunk enough.

he is never truly drunk enough. he always ends up remembering. remembering the visions, the meanings, the doom. he doesn't want to remember but he's forced to he's bound to. he's cursed to.

this power, only written about in those history books he was forced to read as a child, is a curse. Its a curse on his life on his soul on his body every waking moment is misery. maybe he should go to the whore house? no he's certainly not drunk enough for that.

he hears the barkeep place a new jug next to his head. he lifts his head slowly, his hands moving to grasp the large cup with both of his hands and raises it to his lips and quickly chugs it all down. its bitter and gross. his head slams back down onto the counter and the jug falls to the ground. he can feel liquid running down his chin, down his chest. his eyes begin to droop and he feels that familiar dread fill his stomach. he does not want to sleep because he does not want to dream what if he see's something, anything. he does not want it.

yet he cannot fight it, the drowsiness takes over his body like a plague seeps into ones soul. so he sleeps.

he hasn't had a dream like this since he was a young young boy. back then he had dreamed of a woman, the most beautiful women he had ever seen. she and him were together in a comfy cozy home he did not recognize. or at least that is how he wanted to interpret it. his chest had filled with a warmth he had never experienced before. he remembers waking up with his chest pounding but a smile on his face. he hadn't had a happy dream since then. he believed he had gone mad and made up some grand paradise future for himself and quickly rid himself of that memory.

but for the first time in many years he finds himself dreaming of the same face. its the very same woman. shes as gorgeous as the day he first saw her. this time she is at the place he recognizes, summerhall, and she is pressing a dragon egg against her stomach. his signet ring lays on her ring finger. shes grinning with the brightest most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

his eyes burn as he forces them open. the barkeep gives him an odd look as he sits up quickly, his body sways side to side as he tries to ground himself back in reality for the first time in years.

he knows what it means. the woman is to be his wife and to bear his child. maybe the child's egg will hatch? no he is thinking too hard about it, he should try to focus on what he knows to be true. she had the most pleasant smile on her face, the rush of happiness he felt seeing seeing it left him feeling rather strange.

"would you like another drink?"

the barkeep is speaking to him, clearly put off by how odd the prince was acting. he opens his mouth, his throat his hoarse and dry.

"water."

if he was looking at the barkeeps face he would have seen the look of shock and horror given to him. he had never asked for water, if he needed water he would just chug down more wine until he didn't need it anymore. he was staring off into space, what was he to do if he ever saw this woman, go up to her and proclaim her to be his wife? that would be ridiculous. he did not even know if she was of right birth, what if she was a whore from the house maybe he should go there later today to check it out.

he barely registers the scratching of the stool near him scrapping along the ground as some sits down. he takes a small sip of the water placed in front of him.

"whatever's cheapest." the woman's voice is unfamiliar to him so he pays it no mind. he hears the barkeep grunt and the sloshing around of liquid filling into a cup but his gaze stayed fixed on the wall in front of him. what was he going to do? maybe he should go on some wild goose hunt to find her, it could be a good excuse to get him away from home for awhile. he should just leave it alone. he has never sought out his dreams before, he was definitely not going to start with this one.

he groans and lets his head fall back on the table. his hands come up to cradle his head to try and soothe the aching of his head.

what he does not expect is to hear a what was possibly the rudest scoff he had ever heard in his whole life followed quickly with a, "this is unbelievable."

was she talking to him? a scowl grows on his face, he's not in the mood to talk to anyone especially not some rude woman. he slowly tilts his head towards her until one of his eyes peeks out from his arm. he lets out the loudest gasp, standing up so quick the stool he had been sitting on goes flying backwards. he steps as far away from her as he can, his heart pounding in his chest as he blinks his dry eyes trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

it was her. the woman from his dreams sitting on the bar stool of some shitty bar with the nastiest glare on her face directed right towards him.

"oh so you do know what i look like."

his ears could barely register what you were saying he was still too shocked you were actually there in person since he was just dreaming about you. his breath was short as his brain tried to catch up with the sight in front of him.

"….what?"

a loud slam filled the air as she slammed the now empty jug on the counter and stood up. "you are the worst man in all of westeros. i have been trying to call on you and i sit through these stupid marriage meets so i can finally meet my supposed betrothed and now i find him covered in his own spit and shit in some shitty-"

"i dreamed of you."

there's an odd silence that fills the air. the scowl she's had this whole time falls for a moment. just a moment but he almost smiles at the sight before it twists back up again.

"fuck off."

she turns quickly, her hand on the table for a moment where he can hear the clinking of metal coins before she storms out without another word. he stands motionless as he rethinks the entire conversation.

marriage? husband?

he can vaguely recall his father summoning him and telling him of some marriage alliance with a girl from the free cities. that was about him? maekar had probably said it was but he was barely paying any attention. he was asked to attend a couple meetings in the same conversation. he can barely believe it.

he hisses and grips his head. its pounding louder than his heart his.

he's let himself get too sober. he's not drunk enough.

—

it had taken you at least a moon cycle to get to kings landing. you had now been in kings landing for yet another moon cycle.

you had not seen the man you were promised to a single time. it was humiliating. you had never been so humiliated in your whole life. you would sit during your marriage talks and stare at the empty seat a rage burning deep inside your stomach. you had asked for him, requested his presence more times than you can remember and not once had he shown himself.

you finally had enough and decided to go search for him on your own. it was rather easy with enough coin you found out where he regularly frequents and simply watched him for awhile. now that you had finally seen him you were so embarrassed you had even been calling on him at all. he was a wreck through and through. you had heard things, that he was a drunk who spent all his time drinking, a man whore who spent all his time in a whore house. both seemed to be completely true, you were sick to your stomach.

when you saw your father again you were going to kill him. was he purposefully trying to piss you off? was it because you had rejected the proposal from that old slave master from volantis? you remember he was very unhappy about that. you were going to kill him.

when you got back to the palace you stormed into the library and sat against the window. you knew if you went to your room your mother would likely be there waiting for you, wanting to talk about about the wedding and the marriage.

you were so frustrated you ripped the cloak you were wearing off and tossed it far away from you.

"you should watch where you throw things."

the voice is meek but mighty. your head turns to look and immediately stand up in horror.

"prince aegon i am so sorry please forgive me."

you lowed yourself to a deep bow. the cloak had just barely missed him, pooled up in a ball right next to where he was sitting. you didn't dare raise your head until you hear him laugh.

"its fine. it would have been funnier if it hit me."

you and aegon had formed a sort of weird friendship. neither of you had anyone in the palace you got along with, you being a foreigner with only your mother and two maids you had no other connections out here. then there was aegon who had his brother he was closest with taken away from him, he cant connect with his oldest brother who 'lives in his own world,' and the second oldest who he stays away from at all costs. his sisters were no better he tended to just stick to himself most of the time.

aegon had decided he liked you after you cursed aerion under your breath after he made an off comment about aegon in front of you. now the young prince liked to hang around you whenever he saw you and aerion tended to stay away.

so the two of you stuck together, he requested to eat meals with you basically every day and since your mother couldn't dare refuse a request of the prince he always ate with you. whenever he wasn't in lessons he would find you where ever you happened to be and would spend the day together out with you.

people thought it was strange. your mother especially. you had almost slapped her after she tried to suggest you married him instead. he was nice and cute when he wasn't trying to deliberately piss you off, he also was the only person who had been even remotely friendly towards you so you two decided to stick together.

you glare at the young boy who shrugged before going back to his book. you dragged your body over to him and sat down on a free cushion next to him.

"your brother is awful."

"which one?"

"my betrothed."

"he's not that bad."

"he's awful."

"you can't come up with a different word?"

"i would hit you if i could."

he giggles, hiding his face in his book before he glances at you, his eyes more serious than before. his tone lost his usual sass as his eyes filled with worry.

"did he do something?"

you shook your head and he immediately relaxed, you ignore quiet sigh of relief he lets out from what he's alluded to you can imagine he probably thought the worst even if it was the better brother.

"i just cant believe hes a drunk slob."

"you already knew that."

"i know! i just can't believe i saw it with my own two eyes."

he rolls his eyes as you bang your head against the table. this was the worst. you would be doomed to a life of misery with a whore for a husband. you never thought this would be a marriage of love maybe one of mutual respect but that seemed to be too much to hope for now that you knew what you did.

your voice is muffled as you speak again, not even bothering to lift up your head.

"i mean what nerve he has. the first thing he says to me is that he dreams of me. what does that even mean?"

there's a loud slam as aegon shuts the book he had been pretending to read as he shakes you urgently. he tells you to sit up with an urgency in his voice you had never heard before. you glare at him as do as he asked. the look on his face makes you nervous.

"what did you just say?"

"i said he has some nerve."

"no the thing after that!"

you face twists in confusion as he seems like what you had just said is the most important thing in all of the seven kingdoms. he had grabbed your arms and was leaning in close to you, eager to hear the words that would escape your mouth. he had never looked more like the young boy he was than he did right this second. his eyes shined with that childlike wonder. you had almost forgotten the boy was not even ten yet.

"he said he dreams of me?"

"yes that part! did he say anything else?"

"i stormed out before he could."

aegon deflates, letting go of you as he sighs. he places a hand on his forehead like a father disappointed in his son would. despite all this he has a big grin on his face. if he wasn't so cute and if he wasn't a prince you would slap him.

"what has gotten into you?"

"all my brothers dreams come true."

he stands up leaving you lost as he looks along the big wall of books, searching for something. he ends up having to jump up to pick a book off the shelf before he brings it back over to you. the book is rather old, it looks heavy you're shocked he can even pick it up.

"have you ever read the story of the doom of valyria?"

"do you think me stupid?"

he rolls his eyes, his mouth opening to say something in retort but he closes his mouth, flipping through the book until he lands on the page he's looking for.

"well then you must know of daenys."

of course you know of her. daenys. the one who foresaw the destruction of valyria and got the targaryen family out of valyria to westeros where they survived. your father called her a madwoman who simply had a 'woman's temper tantrum' and forced her father to relocate after some 'silly dream.' your father hates the targaryen's but it is too beneficial of a marriage for him to refuse and for you, a third daughter with an older sister and an older brother who were already married your mother called it a stroke of luck.

"the one who predicted the doom yes of course."

"she did not predict it. she knew it was going to happen. she saw it. she dreamt it. just like my brother has dreamt of you."

you did not like the sound of this in the slightest. did that mean you were going to do something bad? did the targaryen's only dream of doom? were you going to bring doom? no. you were just a normal girl, maybe you had a poor temper but did that mean you would bring terror?

"did he point a knife at you?"

"no."

"then it couldn't have been a bad dream."

there's a silence in the air. what were you even supposed to say to that. all this talk of dragon dreams, doom, and the future made your head spin. what had your father gotten you into? maybe you should try to convince them to send you back so you never have to think about any of this ever again.

"my prince."

the both of you turn to see a servant, there's too many of them too many names to remember but you certainly had seen him before, he bows his head before he speaks again.

"its time for your evening bath sir."

aegon groans but stands dutifully. he wipes his hands on the front of his cloak before he goes to put back his books.

"where will the young prince be taking his dinner?"

"with the lady of course she already invited me."

you certainly did not but you did not refuse. you smile at the servant who bows back at you before leading aegon out the room, you wave at his retreating form only once he is out of view do you finally let the smile fall and hit your head on the table.

this whole thing was turning into a bigger mess than you had ever planned it to be. maybe you should not have sought him out and just let nature take its course. the pit in your stomach grew large as you remembered the look on the eldest son of maekar's face. it was not anger or sadness. it was shock, disbelief. worst of all, there was warmth.

—

the chair is empty once again and for the first time this whole time you have been in kings landing you have never been more thankful for it.

you didn't even hear whatever excuse maekar tried to give this time. you simply smiled and let your mother control the conversation like you usually did. these talks bored you, if you were simply just going to sit here you wondered why you even be invited at all. maybe it was the proper lady like thing to simply sit around.

what you did not expect is for the door to open and for footsteps to approach the table.

"daeron!"

the three of you stand and stare. maekar seemed the most shocked out of you all, exclaiming his name like he was seeing a ghost.

"sorry I'm late."

he offers no excuse, simply bows for a moment before standing to his full height. his eyes immediately locking onto you, not looking away for a single second. he had cleaned up rather well after the mess you had seen him in before. his hair was neat, his outfit was red it stood out remarkably from the clothes the three of you were wearing. he swayed where he stood and his eyes were a little red that told you he was not completely sober. he was still sober enough to come. it was far too early for him to even be awake yet based on what you knew. what in the hells was he doing here?

maekar introduces him, forcing a smile on his face as he grabs daeron and leads him towards the table where you and your mother stood. you did not want him to come anywhere near you. that same pit of doom returning to your stomach. what could he possibly have dreamed about? you need to know but you would also rather die before finding out.

you step towards him to greet him. your mother tells him your name and he whispers it lightly as if hes trying it out on his tongue. you dip into a deep bow. as much as he might irritate you he is a prince nonetheless. when you stand up you expect that to be that, you move to go back to your seat before his wordless actions stop you.

he holds out a singular hand out to you, the palm up. you stare at it for a moment confused before you realize he wants you to give him your hand. your hand twitches as you lift it up. you should slap his hand away, what his he grabs your hand and calls for the guards for your arrest then you are public ally hung in the street for being a terror?

you place your palm in his as a deep breath fills your lungs. your free hand clenches at your side as you try to come up with what he could possibly want.

he slowly drops to rest on one knee, his eyes still locked onto your face as he brings your hand towards him. his lips press against the back of your hand, they're chapped and hard but there's something soft in the way he lets his lips linger for a moment too long, the way an exhale tickles against your skin. his head had dropped so his forehead was practically pressed against your forearm. your breath his caught in your chest, it feels like you heart has suddenly stopped pounding.

after what feels like a lifetime stuck in that singular moment he finally looks up.

"my lady."

you gulp. your mouth suddenly feels rather dry. had it been dry this whole time? your eyes stay locked as he stands, your hand still in his. the moment lingers for far too long before he slips his hand out of yours. your fingers twitch as if they miss the warmth, its unintentional.

it felt like there was a fire between the two of you. it burned. it was so warm. your chest had begun to pound in a way it had never before. there was something about the way he was looking at you. the intensity of his stare burned into you like he was trying to see beyond your flesh and peek into your soul.

as he's finally stood all the way up you take a large step back and manage to rip your eyes away from him, staring down at your hands which you had cupped to lay in front of you. the hand he had touched was burning. you fought the urge to clench your hands together in the hopes it will hide how affected you are by him. why were you acting this way? was it because you knew you were in his future one way or another? there was something about him. something you wished to stay away from.

he greeted your mother too. albeit much faster than he had greeted you, he barely had bowed his head and despite the fact he lifted her hand his lips had not even grazed the back of it before he dropped it back down and turned back towards you.

"i have something for you my lady."

'i do not want it.' you bite your tongue. you watch as he reaches into his pocket and presents you want had to be the most beautiful clip you had ever seen. it was an intricate golden flower design. the flower's were made out of some sort of pink crystal. it was beautiful.

"a matching necklace and earrings will be done soon. this was all i could have prepared for today i apologize."

your mother cups her heart against her chest like this was the most romantic thing in the whole world while maekar stared at his son like he had grown a second head. you reach out to grab the clip from him and once your hand his close enough his fingers reach to graze against your hand as you grab it. even though you pull your hand away as quickly as possible it does not feel quick enough. your hand continues to burn.

"this is very kind. thank you."

you don't dare look up at him, keeping your eyes firmly on the clip as you can still feel his eyes on you. maekar grants you a blessing as he insists we all sit down and continue the meeting. your mother catches daeron up to speed. you were to get married come the summer, which was in a fair few moon cycles from now as winter had just begun. the two of you would return to summerhall along with the rest of his family within the next cycle or so, only truly having come so you could receive the kings approval and for your mother to do some courtly things you had no clue about.

your mother will be returning back to lys to get your side of the family prepared for the wedding. she will return a good while before the wedding to help you prepare, bringing your family with her. you would make periodic trips back to lys to meet with your family and conduct business. you would get married in the one of the septs in the city..

quite frankly you had stopped paying attention at some point, you had heard this information countless times now that you could recite it word for word. the only reason you had even been listening at this point is to try and distract yourself from the fact he is still looking at you.

he didn't contribute much to the meeting. simply agreeing with what his father said before drinking from a flask and continuing to stare at you. he should go rot in a hole and die. fall down a well. why was he terrorizing you like this? why was it bothering you so much.

you instead chose to admire the clip he had given you. it was very nice, you tried to imagine how it would look with the matching necklace and earrings he was going to gift you and found a light smile resting on your face. it would look beautiful. the surface is cold as you run your finger tips along it. you wonder what it's made of, where it was made. did he have this custom made? no that wasn't possible you said seen him yesterday mid afternoon and it was now early morning there was no time.

you raise your head from your lap and smile at your mother before you dare to look across from you.

he's still staring.

you had never actually gotten take take a good look at him. he was very handsome, he looked exactly how you imagined a westeros prince to look. sure he did not bare the targaryen white hair but if anything you preferred him that way. it reminded you more of home strangely. he had noticeable stubble on his face but that many women in back home would definitely find repulsive but if anything you think it makes him more handsome. he has an odd expression on his face one you're not able to make out. is he happy? upset? confused? you don't know.

the meeting both flies by and feels like it goes on forever until you are dismissed. you remain in the room until maekar leaves, your mother had said it would be rude to leave before him. your mother tells you she has other affairs to attend to and she'll see you later until its just you are your betrothed.

"well, good day my prince."

you bow your head and swiftly move to leave the room not wanting to spend a single second more in his presence. the swift footsteps that follow after you tell you its not going to be easy to lose him. a familiar scowl twists off your usual put together expression.

"can i join you my lady?"

"i have prior plans my prince good day."

"what plans?"

"nothing you should be concerned with my prince."

"you are to be my wife it should be my concern."

you freeze in the hallway. his steps cease as well. he's like a well trained dog. you spin around to face him. he has an small smile on his face. you are so tired of this of him.

"may i ask you a question?"

"you may."

"what are you doing my prince?"

he laughs. he actually laughs at your question. you find yourself consumed with the need to slap him or spit on him or do anything to get rid of that delightful sight on his face.

"you were calling on me before and now i am answering. i simply wish to spend some time with you."

he knew you were calling on him and now he wants to answer what a dick.

you force your jaw from opening, your mouth ready to spit some ridiculous retort back at him. what nonsense was he talking about. he had spent a whole month probably not even thinking about you and suddenly he meets you once where you said somethings to him you should not have said and now he wants to spend time with you. there is something terribly wrong with him.

was the dream a good thing then? if he's trying to seek you out and wishes to see you that must mean it is a good thing. or maybe he's just playing the long game and he's trying to catch you in some nefarious act. either way looking at him pisses you off.

you swallow down what you truly wish to say and dip into a bow.

"i apologize my prince but i have prior plans. good day"

you spin around and continue on your way as if you had not even spoken to him before you do something to his pretty face. his footsteps trail after you despite your deceleration.

"you continuing to say good day is not going to make me go away my lady."

your eye twitches. you don't even dignify him with a response as you hurry along you way. you do actually have plans despite what he may think. you're probably already late. not that you have a set time for your meeting but it would be better for you to hurry there in case he gets swept up by someone else.

the library is a far too familiar sight at this point in your visit. the maesters and others who linger about look at you in shock, not necessarily directed at you but the dog trailing behind you. your head bows in a greeting as you continue to walk along until you stumble into your usual meeting area.

the young prince smiles upon hearing you say his name, looking up from his textbook his face falls in shock.

"brother?"

"you would rather spend the day with my nine year old brother than with me?"

you ignore him sitting down in your usual spot with aegon with a smile on your face.

"can you get him to leave?"

you can see aegon fight a laugh from his throat as he looks between the two of you. you had leaned closer to aegon to whisper to him while daeron remained standing, looking almost bewildered at the sight before him. aegon, who was no help, simply shrugged with a smug look. you wish you could hit him.

"what are you two even doing?"

you take one of the textbooks from the table and flip it open, not even glancing in daeron's direction.

"he is currently studying the free cities. who could be a better tutor than i?"

"are we actually going to study?"

you shoot aegon a very pointed look and he shuts his mouth. it was a good excuse to spend the day locked up in the library with aegon. he tended to have a secluded part all to himself so you two would usually just sit and chat until someone came to fetch him. but since daeron was here you might actually need to teach him some stuff.

you open up a map and push it towards aegon.

"point to me where every free city is on the map and name them."

aegon gave you a hopeless expression. he did not want to study, at least not about the free cities. he liked to spend his time reading about knights and war history. you would tell him stories about the 'knights' you have back at home and he would stare at you with that starry eyed look, hooked on to each and every single word you said. these stories were few and far in between however and he would get very mad when you said you had none to tell. truthfully it took you awhile to remember those stories in which it was appropriate to tell someone his age, the people of the free cities can get very violent.

he stared at you for a minute as if hes trying to get you to take it back but you hold your ground despite how cute he looked. his eyes trail to his older brother for a moment in a silent glare before he looks down at the map. the older brother in question still stood with his arms crossed watching you.

its only for a moment. only until he leaves, until he gets bored aegon I'm sorry. he can't hear your thoughts of course but you stare so hard at him trying to push the message into his mind.

he points an uncertain finger at a spot on the map.

"volantis?"

"not even close."

aegon huffs, his lips poking out into a pout as he stares hard into the map. as he's lost in thought you stupidly let your eyes wander to the older prince. he was looking at you. as he seemed to always be at this point. you suddenly found it a little harder to breath. there was something so intense about his gaze. it burned. maybe it was just a targaryen trait.

his eyes were so dark. his hair was so yellow. it was strange to think that if the two of you stood side by side you would look much more targaryen than he does. the purple eyes and white hair were a regular sight for you, many of the other noble ladies and men sharing similar features, but here many of them did not even have white hair. you wonder if he likes the way he looks, maybe there's something comforting about it.

"lys?"

you rip your gaze away from him and look back to aegon who's still staring hard at the map. you shake yourself before you lean over to glance at where his finger laid.

"you're right."

"don't sound so shocked."

daeron much to both you and aegons dismay chooses this moment to make himself comfortable sitting next to you, pulling out a flask from his person before sipping on it. you shoot aegon an apologetic look. looks like the two of you would actually be studying after all. in the hopes of saving aegon some headache and saving you from having to sit there all day you change the task.

"tell me everything you know about lys."

"its where you're from."

you frown at the grin he shoots you. daeron must think you are the worst tutor in all of westeros.

"do you know anything else?"

he sits quiet for a moment before shrugging. why did you even ask. the boy knows nothing but knight and swords.

"well then lets go even further back then. following the doom of valyria came the century of blood."

for the next couple hours you beat information about the century of blood and the founding of lys. aegon looked miserable as he tried to remember everything you were saying as you would periodically ask him questions about something you had told him earlier.

and daeron sat there the whole time. sometimes he would stare out the window or he would stare at his flask before he took a long chug out of it but most of the time he would be staring at you.

you tried your best to ignore him but sometimes you looked over while aegon was writing something and look back at him. you almost wanted to say something to him, the silence between you two was not awkward but it was strange. he seemed like had no interest in even starting a conversation despite his staring. so you decided to do it for him.

"can i ask you something my prince?"

you had kept your voice low in order to try not to distract aegon from the task you had just given him, listing all the free cities and what type of government they had, but the young boy still looked up anyway.

"of course my lady."

"when you said you dream of me…" your throat clogs up at the sight of him flinching at the mention of dreams. you muster your courage to push on and the words manage to escape your throat. "what did you mean by that?"

"oh i want to know too."

"focus on your work."

aegon grumbles as he looks back down at his paper but its not subtle the way he looks back up and glances between the two of you.

"you know of the curse then."

curse. its an odd word to use. many people would call it a gift. he was blessed by the gods your mother would likely say. a curse is a terrible thing. a burden. you don't have enough time to dwell on it.

"you were at summerhall wearing my signet ring. you were holding a dragon egg."

you had almost expected him to dodge the question but he answered it without even a second thought, as if it had already been on his mind. he had a serene look on his face like the idea didn't bother him at all.

his eyes widen as the huge sigh of relief you let out. you felt a whole lot of pressure exit your body. you laugh actually, covering your mouth as you try to keep it down.

"sorry sorry gods im so relieved. i had thought i would do something horrid."

daeron watches you fully turn to face him, his heart pounds out of his chest as you take your hand away from your mouth a give him a huge grin. just like the one from his dreams.

"im so glad."

he was done for. you were going to ruin him.

he watches your face fall as it seems like something occurs to you and it instead turns into a look of annoyance and you look away from him. he feels a rush of joy flow through his body. you are just as beautiful as he dreamed you.

"is something wrong my lady?"

"do not think you have my favor my prince you are still…. not up to standard."

his smile only grew. his hands clenched to press down the pure need to grab you to hold you. he's never felt like this before. he had never felt such comfort such warmth he wanted to cling to it desperately like a mad man. he did not care if he seemed crazy, maybe he had actually gone mad. but he needed to cling to this feeling even if it killed him. if this was some foolish trick the gods were playing on him then he would happily fall into their grasp. he was so desperate for anything to take him out of his misery he clung to you put of desperation.

"then i look forward to trying to gain it my lady."

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wrong pick!

Reality tv star!Jacaerys x Reality tv star!Reader | 2.8k wrds

Jace has been paired up with cassandra since the beginning, thinking their bond was pretty strong he felt as though he had nothing to worry about but he was soon proven wrong. and he quickly finds out theres always been someone else in his corner.

too hot to handle!au, fluff, mild angst, confessions, blooming love, first kiss, jace pov, acts of service, she/her prns used for reader, slightly proofread

[its pretty late into the game so they have the watches if you know what im talking abt some things in this fic wont really make sense if you don't know the show, used outer banks characters names cause i was watching it while writing it dont mind me, ive also never watched the show ive only played the games so idk what goes on, im very rusty i havent properly written something in months im sorry if this is lame no taglist cause idk if people care anymore. does anyone even read these authors notes anyway enjoy!]

Being on too hot too handle was turning out to be a lot more fun than Jace had originally expected. He had met someone he truly thought he connected with. or at least he had thought so not even an hour ago but now he was storming away from the outdoor lounge pit with a furious look on his face as Cassandra calls after him.

He’s never been one to break rules, even on a show like this when moneys draining from the pool left and right he doesn’t dare let him be the reason it gets knocked down a couple thousand. When he paired up with Cass he had been worried at first since she had seemed like the sexually driven type but she seemed respectful of the fact he had no intention of breaking any rules. He wanted that money to be able to provide for his family back home so this meant a lot to him. Yet after they had gotten the green light she seemed to be more persistent in her attempts to get them to break the rules and he was not interested in the slightest which pissed her off.

She had come into the bathroom as he had just gotten out of the shower, the two flirted a bit and she had tried to kiss him to which he backed away. He truly didn’t mean anything bad by it but she had took it really poorly and stormed off from him, he tried to calm her down and she just blew up on him. He had realized the two had completely different thoughts about their relationship and she clearly did not like him the way he liked her and he lost it. She didn’t respect him, she could barely even remember the things he had said to her which was more than enough for him.

When she realized he had gotten truly upset with her, which he hadn’t done before, she tried to back peddle but he simply stormed off leaving her to call after him. He wishes he was more thankful she didn’t follow him but a part of him stings that she didn’t even care to come after him. He walks along the beach side until a familiar figure comes into his view and smiles at him. Kiara, one of the original contestants here like him, who quickly paired up with JJ another contestant, and the two had become good friends.

“Heard some yelling all the way over there,, everything good?” He drops down to sit in the sand next to her and sighs. “I don’t know. I think me and Cass are done.” He tries not to get hung up on the fact Kiara doesn’t really seem surprised by the news. Was it obvious to everyone but him they weren’t going to work? She sits quietly for a moment, Trying to put the right words together before she speaks. “Are you upset?”

“I don’t know. I think so? I feel like I should be more upset.” “I’m sorry dude but I don’t even know how you put up with Cassandra so don’t feel bad about not feeling bad.” He turns and glares at her, his mood souring slightly. “She’s not as bad as you all seem to think. she,, can be nice.” Kiara laughs with disbelief and looks at him expectantly, “Sure,, like when?” A soft smile falls on his face as he recalls a moment in particular in mind. “I had been complaing about how my favorite shirt was all wrinkled and she steamed it for me.”

A look of pure confusion crossed her face. “What are you talking about about?” “It was awhile ago I had fucked up my shirt-” She quickly stops him placing her hands on his chest as she fully turns to look at him. “No dude I know what you’re talking about what do you mean Cassandra did that?” Now its his turn to be confused. Kiara full on belly laughs as he tries to understand what’s going on. “Ugh She’s gonna kill me for this but dude it was never Cassandra doing that stuff. Its Y/n. its always been her doing all that shit for you. Got a huge crush on you.”

Jace’s face is unreadable as he attempted to process this information. He had always assumed it was Cass since she was the one he had been complaining to about it to and she always liked doing little things for him without taking credit,,, right? There has been so many little things, little comforts, little actions done for him after he’s complained about it that he’s always just assumed was Cass and his stomach sinks at the idea its never been her. Kiara has no reason to lie to him. She’s your best friend here and he likes to think the two of them are good friends too. There’s no way she would be trying to set you up.

It was all you.

Kiara watches him with an amused expression as he tries to put the pieces together. He quickly stands and Kiara’s face grows into a knowing grin, “See you later!” He barely acknowledges her as he quickly sprints back towards the villa. Kiara looks out towards the ocean and shakes her head, speaking out loud more so for the camera than for herself. “She’s gonna kill me.”

His head is racing, his mind twisted up in knots as he finally arrived back to the villa. He flinches when he sees Cassandra has thrown herself a pit party, some of the other contestant comforting her as she sits and cries into her hands. All heads shoot up when his footsteps hit the pavement. Cassandra perks up and quickly rushes over to him, stopping him when he tries to walk away. “Jacey please lets talk,” “We’re done Cassandra. There’s no need to talk.” Her eyes widen in horror as he tries his best to gently move her out of his way but he stops him, “Please Jacey baby lets not do this to us-” “There is no us.” He spits out before storming past her into the villa house, ignoring the way she’s calling after him.

Jace’s eyes dart frantically around every room he enters until everything goes still once he finally sets his eyes on you. You’re sitting in the lounge pit, JJ on one side and on your other side sat Pope, one of the other contestants. Whatever conversation the three of you were having completely pauses as all eyes had turned towards him. He takes a moment to finally look at you. He’s seen you around often sure but he never had truly stopped to look at you. You're another one of the original contestants just like him. He remembers meeting you on the first day, The bright smile you had on your face, the way you made him a special drink at the bar and sent a wink his way. It had been the best drink he had ever had. He had always thought you were beautiful but right now he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Hey dude, you need something?” JJ is the first to speak up, sitting up slightly from his lax sitting position prior and looking at Jace with raised brows. Jace however did not spare him a single glance, his eyes lasered onto you as you attempted to act nonchalant about his presence in the room.

You’re wearing your hair differently today.

“Can we talk?”

Despite not addressing anyone directly everyone knows he’s talking to you. You glance over at pope who shrugs and another glance at JJ who looks equally as bewildered as pope does before nodding lightly and standing to follow Jace out the room. No words are exchanged between the two of you until you reach a private terrace just outside the villa. When he turns to face you you give him an awkward but friendly smile as you attempt to not take this situation too seriously. “Sooo, What's up?” you pop the p at the end and grip your hands tightly together behind your back.

You had just heard him and Cassandra fighting outside everyone did quite frankly. You almost wanted to go run after him but it would be too out of character, too obvious.

“I know it was you.”

Your friendly demeaner falters ever so slightly at his words instead contorting into confusion as you tilt your head at him. “What was me?” He takes that step closer to you and by instinct you lean away from him ever so slightly. “I know it was you who steamed my shirt.” Your face completely falls and he watches your face twitch as you attempt to come back with a statement but he doesn't let you.

“I know you had decided to make skewers that might because I had been complaining about missing my families yearly barbeque this year. I know you were the one who had found my missing t-shirt after I ripped apart the whole house looking for it;” With every claim that leaves his mouth he takes a step towards you he takes the slightly step towards you and you take the smallest step back.

At this point your back at hit the cloudy glass door and he was right in your face. He could hear your heart pounding but he’s sure you could hear his too, to anyone else it would see like you were completely unbothered by his words but he can see the minor glaze in your eyes which tells him everything he needs to know.

Before he can say anything else one more particular memory pops into his mind, he can’t believe he had ever forgotten about this. You go to open your mouth to deny his allegations during his moment of silence, the eye contact and closeness the two of your were sharing was killing you but he quickly stops you.

“And worst of all, I know you were the one who put my name down in the anonymous poll.” When your eyes widen in horror he fights back the grin that grows on his face.

Got you.

It had been about two weeks ago. They had been having a costume party and Kiara had suggested they do a ‘Who’s the hottest?’ anonymous poll, one for the girls and one for the guys. Since the couples had been pretty strong at that point and it was pretty deep into the game it was originally brushed off as a lame idea since everyone would just chose who they were paired with but Kiara managed to convince everyone since two new bombshells had just arrived yesterday.

Everyone had technically been right and most people picked who they were paired up with except one. Jace had two votes. that pretty much killed the night as Cassandra blew up trying to figure out who had voted for jace. She had never suspected you since you were pretty much always paired up with pope and pope had gotten a vote. So she automatically targeted Cleo, one of the new bombshells, who later took the fall for you and claimed she had voted for jace. He never thought anything about it, it was a harmless game. Plus Cleo had come up to him and said she wasn’t really interested she just thought he was hot, so he ended up getting pretty embarrassed by Cassandras outburst but brushed it off as he really caring about him.

He watches you gulp and look down as you try to collect yourself. He can practically see the wheels churning in your head as you attempt to come up with anything to say. Suddenly you look back up at him. your face hardened as you even slightly glare at him. “So what?” His gaze turns into something more affectionate at your admission and your face softens, “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” His hands had come to grab your forearms lightly as his words are let out in a light whisper. You turn your head away from him as you try to ignore his burning gaze into the side of your face. “You’re with Cassandra. I would be the bad guy if I tried to break that up.”

He releases one of his hands to grip the side of your face to turn you back towards him. “I wasn't in the beginning.” Your eyes turn away from him as you mutter something under your breath he can’t understand. He pulls your face towards him and he hears your breath hitch. “You can tell me.”

“She beat me to it.” He blinks rapidly as he doesn’t understand what you mean before his eyes widen in realization. The first retreat had just been completed, you and Cassandra had been deemed the stand outs from it and were given the opportunity to pick one person to go on a date with. Before you could even speak Cassandra picked jace first, he remembers agreeing to the date thinking Cassandra seemed interesting he had never even considered you were planning to ask him as well.

You had ultimately ended up picking pope who happily agreed. He had now realized you simply settled and picked pope because he had already been taken out and everything else seems to fall into place. You and pope aren’t a couple, everyone with eyes knows that the two of you are just really good friends who happen to get paired up together since there's nobody else around for the either of you as everyone is already paired up. And now pope has become infatuated with Cleo leaving you alone for the last two retreats. You had no interest in any of the bombshells that walked into the villa or any of the original contestants because you liked him.

He finds his chest tightening as he takes a deep shuddering breath. “I'm sorry.” You flinch as if he had slapped you and lightly shook your head. “For what?”

“For thanking someone other than you for the things you would do for me. For not knowing it was you,” You are quick to cut him off “You were never meant to know don’t feel sorry.” If anything that makes him feel worse. He breathes as if his throat is constricted. “Why?” You sigh in defeat, your beautiful eyes downdated. “As I said you and Cassandra are a thing and I'm not someone who likes to get between-” “Me and Cassandra are done.”

As your face contorts into something unreadable he pulls you to press your body directly against his. “The things that I had thought were the reasons that made me fall for Cassandra were actually done by you. I have no attachment to Cassandra know that I know its always been you all along. The one I should have been looking for, the one I should have gotten the green light with.” Both of your breathing turns erratic as the tension is palpable between you. “I want to try things with you. I don’t know how everything will turn out but I want to give whatever this is a shot. If you’ll let me.”

He gives you as long as you need to try and compose yourself. He watches as your eyes flicker all over his face for any sense of dishonesty but you can’t find anything because there is none. You can only see the pure affection dripping out of his pores and gulp. Once you open your mouth to speak you are cut off by a familiar light gleaming on his face.

Green.

He manages to contain his shock, despite his declaration he makes no move to close the distance between you and does not speak a single word. You decide words are pointless now as you grip the back of his head and pull him into a deep kiss. He eagerly meets your enusastic kiss and wraps his hands around your waist to hold you close to him. After what feels like eternity the both of you pull away and stare deeply into each others eyes, not even noticing the green light fade away into black.

“Lets give it a try.” The two of grin like giddy children as you press your foreheads together. No more words are needed to be spoken at least for now. He’s sure once the two of you leave the sanctuary of the terrace there's going to be a storm inside the villa but for now he can enjoy the peace and quiet alone with you.

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Alicent for an art comp 💚

Me and her character have a complex relationship but Olivia Cooke is a STUNNING woman

We only had 2 hours so the proprotions are off and it’s a lil messy but I honestly love this piece and peep the corrupted Seven Pointed Star piercing her chest

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THIS IS KILLING ME

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Happy birthday to the babygirliest dork/whore

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meeting vampire!jace’s family for the first time.

something rlly small but i thought this was cute im too attached to vamp jace i swear the one shot for this is coming but im having too much fun with these little drabbles

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he put if off until a lot later in the relationship than you thought he would. you had met baela and saw lucerys in passing but that was about it. he always talked about how much he adored (most of) them but he seemed way to reluctant to agree whenever you brought it up leading you to push it off. maybe he was put off from what happened with aegon but you knew he thought highly of everyone else other than him and he wouldn’t be there when you meant yet you left it alone. one day he seems to change his mind but clearly to you it looked like it wasnt his choice. you later found out his mother insisted you come to their estate and jacaerys is not one of refuse her.

it was so wonderful. they were all so kind, it was nice to see baela again, lucerys was more than happy to finally meet ‘the girl jace wont shut up about’ getting a slap on the back of his head from jace who scratched the back of his head awkwardly, rhaena was sweet and complimented you on the way you dress. it was all going so well until one of their old sharp furniture pieces slices you on your palm and you begin to bleed. the room stood still while you awkwardly pressed a towel into the palm of your hand rapidly apologizing to them. they’re all mature enough to not jump and latch onto you at the sight of your blood but they still dont dare approach you and assure you its alright and its natural since your human, rhaenyra mumbles to her husband that they should change the furniture for your sake.

jacaerys however is rather silent in this whole exchange and while the rest of his family grows busy once again he rushes you out to the woods of the back of their house and eagerly pushes you against a tree. ripping the towel out of your hand and licking at the dried blood as he grinded his hips into yours. he was so painfully jealous that they got to smell your sweet scent he was losing his mind. you show your neck to him as he pulls himself free from his pants and he grows as he sinks his teeth into your neck and sinks himself inside of you. you assure him he’s the only one for you, the only one who can make you feel this good the only one that can make you ache like this. he loves it he loves the way you praise him and the way you clench around him when you’re close. he knows its wrong but hes more than happy you’re being as loud as you want, thinking his family is too far away, but hes knows his family can still hear you and he loves it.

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fae!king jace with a mortal spouse | soulmates!au

sorry for the lack of upload yesterday i wasnt feeling well but i hope a double posting today makes up for it ! this will get a oneshot at some point to give you some more context but for now have this :3

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after the two of you got over your, indifferences?, you got along very well. way too well infact. despite your rough start you two were attached at the hip. the people adored you much to your surprise, it made sense seeing as they adored him it would only be right despite your mortality they loved you as well. he spoiled you rotten, the finest drapes and silks were the only things you could wear and you could barely raise a finger before he rushed over to ask you what you needed. it was nice at first but when you couldn’t do anything on your own without him or a guard breathing down your neck you had to sit down and tell him off. he confessed he’s afraid, you’re human and he’s bound to live forever, hes afraid of hurting you or something horrible happening to you. you assure him you’ll be alright and he doesn’t need to worry so much, it warms your heart to see how much he clearly cared about you. he’s more than happy to accompany you on your trips to the mortal realm, despite his busy there being finished he loved to see how much you clearly adored the little town you used to live in, seeing your small family for dinner as you come up with some elaborate lie of what you’ve been doing while you’re gone. your family also loves him, hes kind, charming and handsome whats not to like? especially since he spends so much of his time buttering up your mom and grandma they cant help but sing his praises to you much to your dismay.

it was practically impossible for the two of you to keep your hands off each other. the soul bound connection the two of you share making the intimacy and lust burn in ways you’ve never felt. he took you anytime and anywhere he could. no place in the castle was off limits, the maids grew to understand this and gained keener ears to be able to not disturb you. he sees nothing wrong with it, he is in a desperate need for heirs and you’re not complaining. he’s bigger than most men well all of him is bigger than you but it certainly took some stretching and prep before he could even put that thing near you. he has a habit of licking your neck while hes rutting inside of you, you dont get it but it seems to make him happy and it feels way to good for you to complain, its like his salavia is laced with fire that makes you ache and whine. sometimes when you’re sitting next to each other in public he’ll wiggle his tail your way and tease you the whole time you’re there to the point he mockly turns to your heated and sweaty and asks you whats wrong. he knows whats wrong, and he tries so hard to suppress his grin.

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vampire!jace eating you out on your period

sorry this is late this one got deleted and it pissed me off so bad i had to rewrite it. using typical vampire mechanics. freaky ass fic

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you completely avoided him the last too days. having a vampire boyfriend was strange but you grew used to it after awhile. the ups and downs of your relationship was worth getting to spend every second you can with him. this however was a completely new challenge. it was your first period while being in a relationship with him and you didn’t exactly know what to do, he was a grown vampire, able to control himself around blood but you had no clue how he would react to your constant stream of blood, so you took the liberty to avoid him. unlike most relationships it was hard to stay away from him, feign sickness? well his already dead what could happen to him. oh youre working? he’ll just come visit. you had to be drastic. you told him you were flying out of the country for the week. knowing as he avoided straying too far from his estate let alone the country he was more than reluctant to let you leave but he said his goodbyes two days ago and youve been staying in a rented out airbnd three hours away. it was not far enough it seems cause the two of you lock eyes in a pharmacy he freezes. baela who was with him turns to him with confused eyes upon spotting you, mumuring something about thinking you were gone but you couldn’t hear as you began sprinting out of the building, knowing he was not foolish enough to use his powers in front of a crowd like that.

you get into your rented car and begin to drive off, praying he would find himself too busy to not show up but the second you arrived back at the airbnd and stepped out of the car he appeared infront of you. his face was full of confusion as he approached to question you his freezes mid sentence and your heart plummeting as he smells the air. you ramble out apologies, how sorry you were for lying to him, for not telling him where you were and for making him uncomfortable. the last part as him questioning you and through your embarrassment you tell him how you hoped he was not uncomfortable smelling your period. he merely blinks at you before a smile crosses his face and he presses a light kiss against your lips. he assures you you didn’t need to go to such lengths and he was more than comfortable to be around you during your period it was even preferred for him. when you look at him confused he simply looks at you until it clicks and you grow flustered. his hands attempt to dip into your pants and you step back, atleast asking for him to give you the decency to clean yourself up and remove whatever device you had in or on you and he allows him though reluctantly.

yet when he finally has you bare in the bed he wastes no time diving in. eagerly slurping at you, the erotic sounds bouncing off the walls as you throw your head back in pleasure. he scolds you for not letting him help you for stripping him the honor of tasting you like this as he wrapped his lips around your clit. he happily listens to your pleases as you assure him you’ll never do it again you’ll seek him out and he grins. your legs wrap around his head as plunges himself as deep as he can go, his nose nuzzling against your clit as his tongue plunges in and out of you, moaning as he drinks you up. happily encourages you to grind against his face if he could die again this is how he would choose to do it being completely smothered by your pussy. he doesn’t pull away after the first couple orgasms, only reluctantly pulling away when you beg him too. when you finally see him face again through your cloudy eyes his lower face is completely covered with your blood and he gives you a bloody grin.

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