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@rhaenyrasbabydaddy
Independent Harwin Strong. Mostly AUs. A blog solely for wish fulfilment, alternate realities, and keeping good characters alive. The URL is not a reflection on how seriously I take this character but I also enjoy laughing and having a good time so if that bothers you, good news! Tumblr invented a block button just for that.
CARRD || Memes
Personals will be blocked.
Other blogs: Jacaerys Velaryon (main/high activity) || GRRM Multi (low activity) || Multi-Fandom Multi (low activity)
Me: I wonder if I remember Harwin's login Also me: Cool, back to the blogs I actually write on. Harwin is still available just @/king7doms for now. Too many blogs is not good for me lmao I just wanted to remind y'all of the best url that someone else ever came up with for me.
I'm gonna move Harwin back to the multi for now because I keep forgetting this blog even exists despite the elite URL. Anyways, find him @/king7doms
anyways, if you're ever curious about how exciting life is from the perspective of someone who never needs a stepladder, you can step on harwin he will pick you up and show you
Yes yes 6’9”.
How do you all breathe down there?
Let Daddy Harwin pick you up so you can see what breathing real oxygen is like.
'Huh...you ashamed of me.'
Ryan Corr as Simon Beecher in THE SECRETS SHE KEEPS (2020 - 2022)
she hasn’t been certain of what was happening.
those in attendance had clustered together , pushing and shoving one another as a fight had broken out. they did not stop to recall where they were or what they were celebrating ──── it was every man for himself , throwing caution to the wind as they had shoved her down , minds failing to register that the girl on the floor was the PRINCESS. she’d scrambled away , finding refuge beneath the nearest table , and awaited her opportunity to escape. and just when she believed one had presented itself , she had been hoisted off of the ground and thrown over a man’s shoulder , kicking and screaming ──── that is , until she turned to get a look at her would - be captor and saw that familiar head of curly brown hair.
ser harwin.
she relaxed in his grasp , his STRONG arm keeping her pinned to his shoulder , watching the chaos ensue. the crowd formed a circle , a white cloak threw someone to the ground , and laenor’s cries echoed through the hall. rhaenyra closes her eyes , unable to watch , unwilling to listen as her husband - to - be pleads for the life of the man on the ground ──── his lover , she deduces ; joffrey.
when ser harwin sets her on the ground , his hands seems to linger. or , perhaps she is imagining it. she opens her eyes , finding herself face - to - face with the man , his own eyes scanning her small frame for any obvious signs of injury. she feels her cheeks turn red when his gaze finds hers ──── they were close. so close , in fact , that she is certain he can feel her ragged breath upon his face , can hear the thumping of her racing heart against her chest. “ fine , ” she murmurs , her voice shaking. “ i am fine , ser harwin. thank you. ”
what drives her to take her next action is LOST to her. the wine , perhaps , that had been served with dinner. the RELIEF that he had been nearby , had saved her from being trampled. the burning DESIRE to do as her uncle had , and seek out the comforts of another. whatever the reasoning may be , it matters not. not as rhaenyra closes that near non - existent distance between them , pressing her lips to his. his beard is ITCHY against her skin , yet she does not mind it. his taste , however , remains a mystery , for she quickly pulls back , eyes wide with terror at what she has just done. she is to be married soon , with her groom not far ; though they have an agreement between them , what would others make of her kissing a man of the city watch ? what would harwin , himself , think of the princess already tossing aside her marriage ? she shakes her head , eyes downcast. “ i apologize , ser. i’ve no idea what came over me. ”
There's a sigh of relief that he would let out at her confirmation that she was uninjured, if he were given the chance. The kiss is unexpected, and quick. Far too quick. The night that has occured before this moment - the dinner, the wine, dancing with everyone, dancing with her, the fight that broke out - all of that faded away quickly in this moment, alone with her in the darkened hallway, knowing he should return with her sooner, rather than later. His father had seen them depart, he was sure, but he would be expected to bring her back, once the commotion had ended. The Princess seems abashed, and he wishes she didn't. He had tried to put himself in the running for her hand, but his father had refused to allow him to do so, and so he had kept his distance. Though none of that seemed to matter in this moment, standing close to her, the distance between them even less by her kiss, even with her head downcast. He can blame the wine for this later, if he must, but he moves his hand to her chin, tilting her head back up to meet his gaze. His eyes study her face, hoping against hope that it was not just a lapse in judgment, though he is certain it must have been. The night had been exciting, and here he was, invading her space, their breaths intermingling together in the small space. "You have nothing to apologize for, Princess." The words are quiet, his hand still holding her chin. While he has met her, on occasion, they have never been this close, for this prolonged an amount of time, and he did not want it to end. He cannot presume to know that nothing of the sort would happen again, and while all are aware of Ser Laenor's nature, she is to be married to him, this evening if the King still desires it to take place after the riot. He does not enjoy the feeling of jealousy in his chest, the annoyance that she will be wed to another - he hardly knows her, only knows his admiration of her. "You would find no protests from me, if something of the same came over you again, I assure you."
it was almost comical how fast she had to summon him back since she almost forced him out of the room . his commitment to her and their family was one of the many things she loved about him . part of why she was able to peacefully give their baby's birth her full attention was because she knew he'd also ensure their boys were okay . there was no one she trusted more , no one who made her feel so safe .
❛ i am fine . we are both just fine . ❜ she smiled , a hand raking through his hair as soon as he was close enough . part of her felt almost guilty about birthing this baby completely on her own . he'd been present for the boys , always perfectly supportive through the entire process . but this baby––– she was different to her brothers .
❛ she is fine . ❜
She. So they finally have the girl they'd been hoping for, after three boys. He would have been thrilled no matter what, as long as the baby was healthy and, more importantly, Rhaenyra survived the birth. He was concerned with that each time, no matter how much he loved to see her, carrying their child, how thrilled she was by each other their children's accomplishments. Now, if they had another, he as more than ever determined to not leave her side throughout the entire process, no matter her protests.
"She's beautiful." He reaches down, placing a hand softly on her head, hair as dark as his, though there's a streak of silver in it that did not present itself in their boys. His eyes look from the baby to Rhaenyra though, knowing that she must be exhausted. "We should call your ladies back, to clean the babe, and you should rest, my love." Words said as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head, his free arm wrapping around her waist. "What should we name her?"
often times she'd heard it became easier , that labors would eventually pass quickly and the body became used to it . rhaenyra must have been the one exception to this . she'd seen the sun come and go , the babe still comfortably inside her . she'd dismissed most of her maids , convinced there was still much time until she could push , as well as harwin . rhaenyra appreciated him at her side the entire time , but he needed to eat , sleep , check in on their boys . it wasn't until it was just her and elinda in the room , nothing but the sound of rain outside her window , that she felt the shift . she motioned for elinda to go get harwin immediately , but the babe was suddenly in a rush to arrive . by the time the two came back , rhaenyra sat on her floor , babe wrapped in her own skirts , peacefully humming to the storm .
❛ come look , my love . ❜ exhaustion was taking over , but this was a moment she would not miss . because after three strong boys , they'd finally be naming a little girl . something rhaenyra wasn't sure she'd ever get to do . // @rhaenyrasbabydaddy <3
He had not wanted to leave her, had been steadfast by her side since her labors began, but a quiet moment, and she had firmly insisted, bringing the boys into it to sway his decision. It had been near a day, and other than updates from others, none of their three sons had seen them. Obviously they would not see Rhaenyra until after she had given birth - there was no reason, when they were so young, for them to witness this - but he should check on them, she firmly told him.
He had only been gone a moment, had not even made it to the boys' rooms when he was summoned back, and quickly. He immediately went to her side, kneeling down beside her, a smile on his face, for her, for the babe. "Are you alright? Is the baby alright?"
@rhaenyrasbabydaddy: #but if i get cut by your stupid sword chair i'm gonna be a little mad about it
listen as long as it doesn't cut any of your curls off
i am far more concerned about it cutting other, far more important, parts of me off, thank you.
listen up zaddy ur gonna go sit on the ugly chair so i can sit on my pretty chair ok let's make these babies xoxo
"Whatever you say, my Queen. I am yours for the ordering." And the pleasuring.
You can fuck wherever you want but just know you aren't a real man if you aren't willing to dive into the red sea, if you know what I'm saying.
@realmscruelty / vaguely plotted starter
It wasn't as though his father had told him where to take her. In fact, he hadn't said a word, had merely nodded at his son, who knew exactly what he wanted: save the Princess from the crowd, the fight that had broken out at her wedding feast. Disrespectful. He had found her, pushed men out of the way with ease to scoop her up - light as a feather in his arms - throw her over his shoulder, ignoring her protests as she struggled against him. He wasn't going to let her get injured in the mob, taking her from the hall entirely, ignoring her continued annoyance and only setting her down when they were cleared of the noise, of the crowds and the chaos.
"I'm sorry Princess." He apologizes immediately, knowing that it was a bit improper - he could have carried her back to the dais, to where their fathers were seated, safely away from the mass of people, but exiting the room had seemed a safer strategy after finding her knelt under the table. He ensures that she's steady on her feet, his hands holding her hips for just a moment, before letting her go, eyes glancing over her body, checking for any injuries she might have gotten before he had managed to get to her.
"Are you hurt at all?" His question comes after he finds no visible markings, nothing showing her to be harmed in the madness. He looks into her eyes, hands at his sides now, though he almost itches to reach out and ensure she's fine, that she suffered no damages in the disarray. The distance between them is negligible, an inch or two at most, and he knows being alone, and so close, to Princess Rhaenyra is only set to alight whispers, if they are found. "Princess? Are you well?" Words spoken when no answer is forthright.
You can fuck wherever you want but just know you aren't a real man if you aren't willing to dive into the red sea, if you know what I'm saying.
* ― ﴾ 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 ﴿ : 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
personally , i’m tired of the secondhand embarrassment. so here’s a random assortment of nsfw actions and dialogue prompts that don’t feel too over the top. ( don’t forget to add [ reverse ] if you’d like to see the receiver perform the action. )
actions.
[ PULL ]: sender pulls receivers hair.
[ HICKEY ]: sender gives receiver a hickey.
[ TRAIL ]: sender leaves a trail of kisses down receivers stomach.
[ HIPS ]: sender pulls receiver in closer by the hips.
[ KNEES ]: sender lowers themselves to their knees.
[ STRIPTEASE ]: sender teasingly strips their clothes.
[ STRIP ]: sender undresses receiver.
[ GRIND ]: sender grinds on receivers thigh.
[ ORAL ]: sender goes down on receiver.
[ PASSENGER ]: sender touches receiver while sender is driving.
[ DRIVER ]: sender goes down on / touches receiver while receiver is driving.
[ OVERSTIMULATED ]: sender repeatedly making receiver orgasm.
[ PUBLIC ]: sender and receiver have sex somewhere public.
[ CAR ]: sender and receiver have sex in a car.
[ CONTROL ]: sender is riding receiver and receiver takes control by guiding their hips.
[ SHY ]: sender covers their face and receiver moves their hands away.
[ EYES ]: sender makes receiver look them in the eyes.
[ BEG ]: sender begs receiver to touch / fuck them.
[ MORNING ]: sender wakes receiver up with sex.
[ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in receivers lap to tease them.
[ CAMERA ]: sender records receiver.
[ RECORD ]: sender is recorded by receiver.
[ MOUTH ]: sender puts their fingers into receivers mouth.
[ LOVE ]: sender tells receiver they love them during.
[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver onto bed.
dialogue.
“ you look so pretty like this. “
“ i want to spend all night learning every sound you make. “
“ let me take care of you. “
“ i’m not wearing any underwear right now. “
“ you’re really good at that. “
“ god, you’re so wet / hard …. “
“ i think about you when i touch myself. “
“ tell me what you want. “
“ please touch / fuck me. “
“ i love teasing you. “
“ touch yourself for me. “
“ i get so wet / hard around you. “
“ get on your knees. “
“ you’re such a tease. “
“ tell me you’re mine. “
“ i’m yours. “
“ i want you to cum for me. “
“ i want you to cum in me. “
“ i’ll be good, i promise. “
“ you’re doing so good for me. “
“ you feel so good. “
“ you sound so pretty when you moan. “
“ i could be your toy. “
“ fuck me like you love me. “
“ i’m gonna cum- “
“ i just want to feel something. “
“ i wanna be on top this time. “
Gonna try and reply to things here at least once a week. I need to rewatch his scenes or reread his like one paragraph in the book, because yikes. My brain focuses on one muse and we all know who that is. I do have some dope plots here though, so I'd like to get those going further.
it was almost too hard to keep from laughing . not at harwin , but at her father's scheming coming to fruition . if only he knew , had he told her ser harwin was an option , she would have actually considered it . no one needed to know this , however . ❛ i was made to believe i'd be meeting my father here . is he hiding behind you ? ❜ brows perked in question as she pretended to search the room for him .
she was amused , to say the least , but harwin wasn't the one deserving of the eye rolls and snide remarks she had at the tip of her tongue . rhaenyra took a deep inhale , reminding herself of this , before finally meeting his gaze . ❛ i ... i think i can take a guess . ❜
fingers trailed the edge of the table as she walked closer to him . they hadn't had much chance to know each other . most times they coincided in the same place , he had his duties , and she had hers . aegon's second nameday was perhaps the one opportunity they had to speak freely , but that didn't go as planned . she had , however , appreciated his enthusiasm to her arrival . while most looked disgusted and appalled at the sight of her covered in blood , harwin seemed to skin his rabbits with more fervor at the sight . ❛ something tells me tonight's feast isn't because the king and his hand were craving lamprey pie . ❜
"No Princess." He replies, with a slight laugh. It is certainly not the pie that has called together this feast. He is sure then, the jest and her manner, that she knows what is to be expected of them. There is a part of Harwin that is relieved that they are given a few moments of privacy to discuss the matter, before they are announced before the court. He has no shame in this - many men would crinkle under the weight of being named a consort to a woman, but Rhaenyra was no ordinary woman. Even if she were not heir, even if she were not a Princess, her resiliency and fortitude against tradition, particularly at the hunt, enough to make him wish to know her more, marry her if he can. He had never imagined it would be a true possibility, particularly after his father's initial reaction to the suggestion. "I hope you are not too disappointed. I know the King had promised you your choice of suitor. I assure you, I am just as surprised to find myself here." He explains, placing a hand upon the table, only a few feet away from her. "Though, I will tell you, I am not disappointed."
