#otto hightower fan fic

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Would That I

Pairing: Otto Hightower x f!reader Warnings: Smut, age gap, keeping it in the family. Word count: ~1.1k Summary: Otto makes sure his pretty, young wife has absolutely everything she desires. Based on this request.

She is smitten with Otto the moment she lays eyes on him. Arriving in King’s Landing she anticipates a week of uninteresting jousts and tedious formalities, but as she sits in the stands, thoroughly uninterested by the spectacle of the two knights charging towards each other on horseback, her eye is drawn to the Hand of the King. He is older than her by at least three decades, but he is refined, tall and ruggedly handsome. While the potential suitors within the capital are seemingly endless, none of them compare to Otto Hightower

Using every excuse within her arsenal over the coming days, she seizes all opportunities to see and speak to him, and is delighted to find he is every bit as charming as he is handsome. He titters at her jokes and she is enamoured by the way his eyes crinkle as he smiles, the green of his iris appearing to sparkle as he does so. His voice is deep, yet velvety smooth and she hangs on his every word. He is intelligent, diplomatic and sharp as Valyrian steel.

Her desire for him intensifies as the days press on, and emboldened by one too many cups of Dornish red following a feast one evening, she leans forward and presses her lips to his, her heart fluttering as she feels the warmth of his large palm cup her cheek as he returns the gesture.

“I have not felt like this about a woman in years,” He tells her.

She smiles at his words. She has not felt like this about a man ever.

There is no need for her to leave come the end of the week, King’s Landing is now her home, and after a hastily put together ceremony in the Sept, Otto Hightower is her husband.

He surprises her with his virility on their wedding night, wringing peak after peak from her pliant body, leaving her exhausted but with a satisfying ache between her thighs the following morning. Otto spoils her beyond comprehension, she wants for nothing and has the finest of everything; jewels from Lys, gowns of Myrish silk and lace, wines from the Arbor. He is diligent in keeping her sated in every aspect of their marriage.

It is obvious his daughter, Alicent, does not approve, though she does not say it, and who can blame her? She has to admit that she’d be annoyed too if her father chose to marry someone younger than his own daughter.

It is not Alicent’s silent disapproval that bothers her, however, it is how the ladies of the court love to gossip. It is not unusual in Westeros for men to wed women much younger than themselves, yet she finds herself at the center of all manner of prying questions regarding the nature of her marriage to Otto. She supposes it is because of the responsibility he holds as the King’s Hand.

“What is it you see in him?” One bold lady dares to ask.

She bites her lip, considering her answer. She longs to say that it sends a thrill through her body to wait upon her knees for him, gazing up at him as he presses the head of himself past her lips. Such talk would cause a scandal, however, so she gives a tight smile and says that he is tall.

“Surely that can’t be all?”

“No, he is handsome too,” She says wistfully, thinking about how he gazes up at her from between her thighs, the softness of his beard tickling her soft flesh, the sensation causing her to clench around nothing.

“Is he kind to you?”

“Oh, yes, Otto is extraordinarily generous!” There is a particular necklace that Otto insists she wears, with nothing else to accompany it, whenever they are alone in their marital chambers. It sits tight against her throat, adorned with emeralds that gleam in the same shade of green as the Hightower house colours. It likely cost a small fortune, but in his eyes nothing is too good for her, not when he is buried to the hilt inside of her.

“Is that your favourite quality of his?”

“No,” She muses. “I adore his dedication to his family.”

The combined heat from the fireplace and lit candles that sit upon every surface of the bedchamber make the room stiflingly hot. She feels sweat trickle down her neck, disappearing beneath the emerald choker that sits snugly around her neck, every green gemstone glittering in the dim light as she rolls her hips against Otto’s.

His grip on her waist is vice-like, every sensation heightened by warmth, as the length of him nudges against a spot inside of her that makes her tense with every undulation of her body. She feels taut, pulled tighter than a bow string until it eventually snaps, sending her headlong into oblivion, waves of ecstasy rolling through her as she collapses against her husband’s chest, triggering his own release.

His fingers stroke gently over her dampened skin as he holds her close. Already, renewed desire throbs between her legs.

“Are you satisfied, my dear?” Otto asks softly.

“I will never have enough of you, my love,” Comes her playful response.

“That is not quite what I had in mind.”

“Oh?” She lifts her head, eyeing him curiously.

“I have seen the way that you and Aemond look at each other, I am no fool.”

She laughs softly, shaking her head. “It is nothing, I can assure you.”

“I do not mind,” He rises from the bed, pulling on a robe. “I wish for my darling wife to be satisfied, to have everything she desires, so I shall make it so.”

He opens the chamber door, uttering “you can come in now” and her eyes widen in disbelief when she sees Otto’s second oldest grandson hovering in the doorway. It seems outrageous to her that he would suggest such a thing, yet she cannot deny the way it makes her pulse race.

“I shall be back in an hour.” Otto informs them both, before leaving.

She is too stunned to speak at first as she takes in the sight of Aemond. He seems stoic and unaffected in his demeanour, until she studies him more carefully. She takes in how his pupil is dilated with lust, the prominent bulge that presses against the lacings of his trousers, and the slight parting of his lips as he struggles to control his excited breaths.

Arranging herself atop the bedspread, she relaxes knowing that he desires her just as much as she desires him. She beckons him to her with a crook of her finger. “Come now, don’t be shy.” He goes to her eagerly.

It is just one of the many perks of being Otto Hightower’s wife. He is nothing if not generous in every aspect of their marriage, and so dedicated to his family.

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[nrilliree]

The desire to read a fic in which Otto crispin and Alicent all get what they deserve early on. Like if I were Rhaenyra I would have shoved Alicent down a flight of stairs just for visiting my vulnerable grieving father ( king v was no angle and what he did to aemma was horrible and he is totally to blame for it don't get me wrong, but he was still vulnerable after her death)

Since team green love to laugh about the line in which Alicent says that she hopes Rhaenyra dies in childbirth I would love if Alicent also died in childbirth and Aegon is raised by literally anyone else but the hightowers. Oh and Otto should have ben fed to daemon's dragon

There's a fanfic I read somewhere on Ao3. During Driftmark, Aegon decides to answer honestly that it is Alicent who is questioning the birth of Rhaenyra's children. From word to word it turns out that she and Otto are planning to usurp the throne. Otto is convicted of high treason. Alicent is punished, but Viserys, for the sake of their marriage, does not sentence her to death, but to penance and imprisonment. Criston goes berserk when he hears this and is convicted of trying to murder the king. Aegon is sent to Dragonstone, where he serves as Rhaenyra's cupbearer, to show that their family can act as a united unit (and to spite Alicent). This was actually a fic where Aegon was enjoying his life.

Unfortunately, I don't remember whether it was in English or German. (Definitely not in Polish, because we have almost no fan fiction, lol)

#team black #anti team green #pro team black #anti alicent hightower #anti team green stans

[daylander1000]

What's your take on Helaemond? I don't ship. I much prefer your fic with Rhaena and Aemond.

Honest opinion, I don't see it but I'm not anti? Like, I get how other people can come up with it because this is the "incest and dragons" show. I see a lot of people calling the shippers insane, but in terms of plausibility, it's not Lucemond level crack so 🤷🏾‍♀️ and the shippers are mostly quiet ime.

I personally like the idea that Alicent, Otto, the Hightower fam, and Criston are normal anti-incest people who raised the children to be mostly normal. I don't see any of the High kids being seriously into their Targ heritage/ incest culture and I don't see Helaena being "in love" with either of her brothers, much less in a triangle with both. I tried a few fics tho, and some of them were genuinely super smutty. Like, there are some people on team helaegon and helaemond who really sat down and cooked in a way I could never. 😅 Some people are like, "Incest is only the beginning," and I admire their shamelessness tbh.

There's not much story for Helaena fans to work with. They gotta do what they gotta do, I guess.

I see people complaining about them a lot, especially on reddit, but I don't get the hate. Like, 'ship and let ship' is my motto, generally speaking.

#answered asks #not an update

[candylungs]

Okay, I have dwindled my personal projects down to nothing lately and keep coming back to this blog wanting to write more here now that I’ve got more time. So! I’m completely open to taking requests!!!

I would prefer dark fics, whether they include romance or are pure horror. I’m also a fan of straight up smut or dark smut. Yandere is completely acceptable. Bittersweet or complete angst is great as well.

You can try for fluff but I’m not a huge fan unless it’s kind of fucked up, sorry!

I’d like to keep the fandoms small but right now I’d love to write for you if it includes:

Killers from Dead By Daylight (Setting can be within the game/out of the game)

Anyone from House of the Dragon especially if they’re a horrible fuck (Not just the main dragon family, even Otto Hightower is someone I would love to dig into--when I say any horrible fuck, I truly mean it!)

Batman or Riddler from the new Batman movie.

Any other fandom you’re wondering about, feel free to ask, but I make no guarantees outside of this list.

Before you request just keep in mind:

1.  I will not do modern/real world AUs for HotD. I like the current setting!

2. You can be as specific or vague as you want. Please just make sure you’re including Fandom, Character, and if you have any specifications for reader.

3. Piggy-backing off the previous, please make sure you specify if you want romance, angst, or smut. If you don’t give any indication, I’ll choose!

4. That’s it! Thank you <3

#reposting this because I forgot anon was off #dbd #the batman #hotd #dbd x reader #the batman x reader #hotd x reader #feel free to drop an ask!

[fromtheboundlesssea]

You know on re-watch I found Alicent’s”He’s your son,Viserys YOUR BLOOD!”really tragic when you take into account how V and R has referred to the kids as they aren’t part of the family(V telling Otto he’s desperate to put HIS blood ok the throng he would ruin V’s and R telling V he prefers “Alicent Hightower’s son”. May V rot in hell!Also can’t wait for Aegon to feed R to his dragon. I like her as a character but her self righteousness and Targaryen entitlement is making me dislike her.

I’m wondering though are Alicent’s kids still going up feel like outsiders in Wildfire and Blood?I feel already for poor Aemond and Celia having a POS like Daemon as a father. It’s going to be so interesting to see A’s pregnancy and also feeling lonely with R being arranged from her,etc getting to witness her giving birth it’s basically a child giving birth to other children since A will be like what 14-15? That creep didn’t even wait until she was older.😡 But yes justice to Alicent in this fic due to the show failing to show these big moments of her life due to the time skips.

A lot of things are going to be different in my fic but I’m still seeing how things will fan out.

I am tired of people not seeing Alicent’s children as Targaryen. They are.

#keep the asks coming #wildfire and blood

[crazyfoxfur16]

House of the Dragon Mood Boards #47

Ser Otto Hightower

“The Lord Hand” & “The Hand of the King”

Wielder of the sword “Green Flame” and dagger “Order”

Is the Hand of the King of Aegon II & Viserys I

Author’s Note: This is Otto in. my Fan-fic. Please enjoy and feel free to ask any questions. Love y’all ;)

#hand of the king #otto hightower #hotd

[ao3feed-rhaewin]

#ao3feed #fanfic #rhaewin #harwin strong #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd

[simply-ellas-stuff]

I have a very specific request of House of the Dragon fanfic writers

I want a fix it fan fic where no one goes to war and everyone gets along and Rhaenyra sits the throne and everyone gets a happily ever after, but Otto Hightower is punished for his crimes as is Criston Cole.

BECAUSE I want a scene where Daemon tells Criston that Jace is actually Criston's son right before Daemon kills him.

I DO NOT CARE IF IT IS A LIIIIIIIIE

I know it's just a theory that has little to support it therefore I don't not care if Daemon is lying to Criston or not - up to the writer

But I need someone to write this man's reaction to finding out that the boy he hated, the boy he mistreated, the boy he detested, the boy he named a Strong bastard was actually his all along. To have the knowledge that he had a shot of raising this boy as his, in what way he could. To know he watched this boy grow up. Yet, never got to be a father the way Laenor, Harwin and Daemon were able to.

And then to know he's never going to get the chance because Daemon would never let him live.

#hotd #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfic

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Fire on the Mountain - Masterlist

Pairing: Otto Hightower x OFC (Lia Costayne) Warnings: Canon typical sexism, canon typical violence, angst, smut, age gap, power imbalance. Individual warnings will be applied to each chapter. Word count: tbc

Summary: Lia Costayne, childhood friend of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Alicent Hightower, has always had lofty ambitions, and is all too happy to use her Alicent's father to advance her position at court. Otto sees greatness in Lia too, however, their visions of what success looks like for her could not be more different.

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Act One

Chapter one - coming late April/early May

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[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Penance

Summary: Disobedience requires atonement in Otto's eyes. Warnings: Religious guilt/shame, power imbalance, age gap, smut. Word count: ~1400

Dedicating this to my fellow old man fucker @exitpursuedbyavulcan // Huge thank you to @em-writes-stuff-sometimes for her encouragement and reading through my draft // Beautiful moodboard by @xionthelostpuppet

She kneels before the Seven Pointed Star, the cold hard flagstones are unforgiving against her skin, and her joints cramp in protest. She has lost all sense of the passing of time, it feels like she’s held this position for an age. Each time the slick of her arousal between her thighs cools it is quickly replaced by the heat of renewed wetness, doing little to aid in her judgment of how long they have been at this. The ache in her cunt is unrelenting, tears of desperation prickle the corners of her eyes.

“Otto, please.” She whines. “I said I was sorry.”

The older man’s blue eyes roam slowly up and down her naked form as he regards her carefully. “And I said you must earn your forgiveness. What part of that is troubling you, pet?”

She attempts to stifle the wail of anguish she longs to let out, a whimper passing her lips instead.

It was never supposed to have happened. A simple serving girl and the Hand of the King, it was scandalous, improper. Yet she had given in all the same. There was no denying that she found Otto attractive, and perhaps that’s what had done it; her lingering gazes as she’d walked the length of the dining hall, her fingers brushing against his as he’d taken the cup from her. 

He had remained seated at the table one evening, after everyone else had retired. It had all happened so fast, one moment she was leaning across to refill his wine, the next he had her against the wooden surface, hips pistoning between her legs as the jug toppled over, spilling its ruby red contents onto the floor.

“You will pray to the Mother for forgiveness.” He had whispered as he’d pulled out of her.

The next day a paige had delivered moon tea to her, along with a wax sealed note instructing her to meet Otto in his chambers later that evening.

From that point onward she had spent every evening in Otto’s chambers, wetting his cock and warming his bed.

That was where he’d left her this morning, denied release and with her cunny dripping with his spend. She was under strict instructions not to touch herself in his absence - he’d know.

He seemed to take great pleasure in delaying her peak and, while she was usually all too eager to indulge him, today she throbbed as he left her wanting with no idea of when he’d return. She had tried her best to obey his command, but as the minutes had ticked by into hours her resolve had crumbled.

She had rucked her shift above her hips, sighing in relief as her fingers began to circle her pearl. Eyelids fluttering closed, her soft sighs of pleasure elevated to wanton moans as she pushed herself closer to the edge.

The clearing of a throat had caused her eyes to snap back open. She froze, her heart feeling like it had stopped as Otto stood before her, his gaze dark and disapproving.

“Are you stupid? Or just disobedient?” He asks coolly. It sent a shiver through her. She was in trouble.

Before she had a chance to respond he had ordered her to remove her nightgown and kneel before the Seven Pointed Star. She’d known better than to argue, though he had never raised his voice or hand to her in anger, she wouldn’t dare to disobey him a second time. Otto didn’t deal in anger, he dealt in consequences.

That is how she finds herself now, nipples pebbled in the coolness of the air, and Otto looming over her, a cat toying with a helpless mouse. He has been listening to her desperate apologies in heavy silence, continuing to deny her any form of relief without ever having to utter a word.

He hasn’t shed his outerwear since he returned. He leans down, a leather riding gloved hand brushing between her legs. She shivers at the smoothness of it as two fingers glide between her folds and pull away glistening in the dimmed light.

“This does not look to be indicative of your remorse.” He muses, arching an eyebrow as he inspects his digits closely.

He presses them to her lips and she opens her mouth instinctively, allowing him to press forward as she sucks her essence from the material. He withdraws them with a quiet hum of approval.

“Are you truly ready to repent for your impure behaviour, pet? To atone for your wilful disobedience?”

“Y-yes.” She stammers. She’d agree to anything right now, if only to put an end to this torment.

He circles her, coming to a stop once he’s behind her.

“On your hands and knees.” He orders softly.

She repositions herself, biting back a sigh of relief as she is finally allowed to move. Her weight being more evenly distributed is a welcome respite to her sore knees. She trembles with anticipation as she hears the rustling of clothing behind her. She is sure that in her lust induced haze she must be imagining it, until she feels him kneel behind her.

“You remember who to pray to, don’t you, pet?” Otto inquires. “Or has you behaving like a common strumpet knocked loose all reverence of The Seven from your pretty little head?”

“I remember.” She whispers, feeling her cheeks heat up with shame.

“Good girl.” He says lowly. “Now keep your eyes on The Star and say your prayers.”

She lets out a choked moan as she feels him push inside of her, all thoughts leaving her head the moment his gloved hands grab her hips and he begins to thrust inside of her.

“I shall stop if you are incapable of doing as you’re told.” He grits out, his pace not faltering despite his words.

She mewls piteously, before she is able to speak. “I-I pray to the Father…to ask that his judgment of my indiscretions be merciful.”

The Seven Pointed Star blurs as her vision tears up, the head of Otto’s hardened length bullies at the spongy spot deep inside of her.

“I p-pray to the Mother…m-may she be merciful to me for my sins.”

Otto’s breathing is ragged, his grip on her ironclad as he continues to drive into her.

“I pray…to the W-Warrior for the courage to resist my lustful urges.”

Eliciting a needy cry of pleasure, she can feel herself fluttering ceaselessly, and she still has four more prayers to go. She has no idea how she will last.

“Keep going.” Otto urges, the gravelly edge to his voice suggests that he is struggling every bit as much as she is.

“I ask th-that the Smith protects me from my…from my impure thoughts.”

Otto’s leather clad hand wraps around her throat, pulling her back flush against him as he continues to fuck her. The sensation of his clothing against her bare skin is enough for her to know that he has only freed his cock, yet another humiliating imbalance in their power dynamic, but one that causes her to clench involuntarily around him.

“I pray…gods…I pray to the Maiden for forgiveness for tarnishing my virtue.”

She hears Otto chuckle darkly, the hand not holding her neck snakes around her body to tweak sharply at one of her nipples.

“Oh!” She yelps at the sudden jolt, before continuing. “M-may the Crone provide the wisdom to rise above my baser urges.”

Her climax is painfully close, her body is wound so tightly she fears she may snap, and from the way that Otto’s pace falters she can sense he is getting closer too. Her final prayer is almost strangled sounding.

“I-I pray that the Stranger absolves me of my sins…so that I may depart this life as a woman of piety…oh!”

She peaks as Otto delivers a particularly forceful thrust, her body going rigid as she wails in ecstasy before falling lax against him. He fucks her through her release, before pulling her tight to him and spilling inside of her with a groan. The brush of his beard against her heated flesh borders on being overstimulating.

He pulls out of her, standing to readjust his clothing as he stares down at her prone form. “There is nothing pious about that wet little cunt, you shameless harlot.” 

He strides from the room, leaving her laying there, a satisfied smile spread across her face as she stares lazily up at the Seven Pointed Star. She knows that he is right, and if she is a sinner it is because Otto Hightower has made her one.

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[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Ange. Beloved. Fellow Otto fucker. I am on my knees begging for brat tamer Otto or just mean dom otto

Love ya, bye

Warnings: Smut. Word count: ~1100

Moodboard by @xionthelostpuppet

One of the things she’d always loved most about Otto was his stoic demeanour. He was her gentle giant, her silver-tongued negotiator, her diplomatically minded Hand of the King. He was the grounding and calming moon-like presence to her hot, fiery and unpredictable sun, and his ability to soothe even her most tempestuous of moods never ceased to amaze her. However, as even tempered as her lover was, when pushed it ignited a darkened anger within him. She’d seen it on more than a handful of occasions; clueless, unsuspecting members of the Small Council who’d asked the wrong question, rubbed him up the wrong way or insisted on a discussion that was completely irrelevant to the purpose of the meeting. His eyes would darken, his jaw would tense and his tone would become much more curt, his fury evidently burning close to the surface. It excited her. It was on those days that she knew when he returned to his chambers that she was really in for it; those impossibly large hands that usually roamed her body with such care would become rough, rendering her pliant as he slammed into her, exorcising his frustrations with every snap of his hips.

It was this domineering touch she was craving as she sat curled on the settle, hands cupped around a cup of Dornish red wine. She’d awoken in a mood that was eager to feel her lover’s wrath, but all of her attempts to put him in that frame of mind had been gently and considerately swatted away; rough tugs at the soft fabric of his doublet, piteous whines as she attempted to wrap herself around him, demanding his attention. He’d lovingly tapped her on the nose, calling her a “brat”, before handing her her wine and seating himself at his writing table, sheets of parchment spread out in front of him. She stared longingly at him from her spot on the wooden bench. She knows she should let him work, but her selfish desire is overriding any logical, reasonable thought. She needs to feel the power of him, huge and looming over her, seething with rage. She drains the contents of your cup and is suddenly struck by an idea, as a devilish smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth.

Empty cup in hand, she saunters towards the writing table, the saccharine sweet tone of her voice more than indicative of her dishonest intentions. “Let me take that for you”, she grabs for his wine cup, knowing full well that it’s far from empty. The dramatic flick of her wrist as she sends ruby liquid pooling across the parchment spread out on the wooden surface doesn’t go unmissed by Otto, as he looks up in disbelief. “Oops, clumsy me!” she laughs. And suddenly there it is; the shifting darkness in his eyes. She holds her breath in anticipation, but is disappointed as he sighs, rising from the table.

“You should be more careful”, he mutters, collecting up both cups and heading toward the door, “I’ll have someone clean this up.”

She chokes back a scream of frustration, balling up her fists and stalking back towards her seat. His earlier observation was correct, she was feeling bratty, but what was the point of being a brat if she didn’t get her own way? She waited for him to resume his position at the writing table. He was now deftly sorting through soggy pages, wiping up the mess and dabbing at the scrolls to rid them of excess liquid. You decided to switch tactics. She begins drumming her fingers upon the hard surface of where she is sat, rapidly increasing the tempo, while keeping her eyes fixed firmly to the broad expanse of his back. She sees the muscles tense, he pinches the bridge of his nose. On any normal occasion he’d politely ask her to stop, softly informing her he needed to concentrate. He didn’t. He was deliberately ignoring her, wise to her game and it infuriated her.

She continues to tap her fingers for a few more minutes before tiring of it, and flopping down onto the cushions that soften the surface she reclines on, considering her next move. She isn't proud of what she is about to do, but her primal urges currently have a stranglehold on her capability for compassion and empathy, so she props herself up on her elbow and once more tries to capture the attention of the leggy man currently staring at the dampened pages of a war strategy with dogged determination.

“I’ve heard Daemon is making progress in the Riverlands”, she says with her best attempt at innocent nonchalance.

Otto shifts in his seat, but ultimately ignores her. She pushes further.

“His forces are far larger than the ones that you have managed to amass.”

“Mmmm” he grumbles, without raising his head.

Good, she’s finally getting somewhere, finally. “House Hoare seems much more amiable towards Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne than Aegon’s. Why do you think that is?”

His head snaps up and he meets her eyes with a warning glare. “Don’t.” he says sharply.

“What?” She tilts her head in mock virtue, but his attention is already back on the pages in front of him.

She rolls her eyes and something inside of her finally snaps. She’s done with being subtle. She’s going to have to do something drastic to get what she wants. She strides purposefully across the room and in one sweeping movement of her arms the majority of Otto’s sodden parchment flutters to the floor.

“Stupid girl!” he shouts, shooting to his feet.

The sudden loudness and annoyance to his tone of voice startles her for a moment, until she recognises the white hot intensity of his stare that sends a pulse of excitement straight to her core.

She reaches a tentative hand out to palm his manhood through his breeches, casting a sultry look up at him as he fumes over her. “Are you going to punish me?” she whispers.

“Insolent brat!” he snarls, spinning her around and pinning her to the table with such force that she gasps from the shock of it.

As he manhandles her, stitches in her gown popping loudly as he tears at the fabric, pushing her skirts up over her hips, she braces herself with her palms. She moans wantonly at the forceful stretch as he pushes roughly inside of her, setting a brutally merciless pace. A wry smile forms on her lips. She’d gotten her own way. Little brats always get their own way.

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[fromtheboundlesssea]

Have you noticed you're a lot more critical of female than male characters? What we've seen of W&B so far shows how things will go for Rhaenyra, while you make Tywin relatable and lovable in some of your fics and you're giving Joffrey a redemption arc.

FDH:

Petyr Baelish is going to die screaming. Jon Connigton is not a good person. Tyrion Lannister is not a good guy. Jorah Mormont is not a good person. I killed Sandor. Euron is absolute trash and you need to keep an eye out for him.

D is going to have a very nuanced POV but it naturally goes up against the other main characters of the fic because Jaime murdered her father.

Cersei is going through a character arc as well. You’re starting to see it even if it isn’t obvious.

NKAA:

Tywin is not the best character and his fate is for him to basically be forgotten by history because his oldest children hate him for the pain he put their mother through. No one will remember him to be anything other than the footnote for the history of his children.

Aerys is going to not come out looking great and Rhaegar sure as heck won’t either. He’s going to look like absolute sexist trash. Jaehaerys is also trash for forcing a betrothal that his daughter is practically begging him to end.

There are plenty of male characters who are not treated well and are treated with a very critical gaze. And I have plenty of female characters that get nuance. In ITS Rhaegar abducts a 13 year old girl and forces her to marry him with threat of marital rape in the near future after traumatizing her to the point that she can’t write anymore and won’t even speak.

W&B:

Rhaenyra is a child right now who hasn’t figured out she needs to play the game. The snippets I have shown so far are from the perspective of a character who is predisposed to dislike her because her brother was mutilated and partially disabled and her father very obviously favors above his wife/the character’s mother.

Rhaenyra is going to be a major player. She is going to go through arcs upon arcs of character growth. Laena is not going to come out of W&B smelling like roses.

Corlys definitely won’t. Otto Hightower is the actual worst and Viserys is a weak man who murdered his wife. Daemon is getting nowhere near the amount of character growth that Tywin will get. These four men are basically the main villains of the fic. They are not good people.

A fifteen year old reacting badly to her best friend marrying her uncle/crush while still feeling with the devastating loss of her mother is not her entire personality. She’s going to grow.

I write plenty of men who are absolute trash who don’t even get within a league of finding any redemption. Just because I am critical of a fan favorite in a fic doesn’t mean she won’t have nuance.

#keep the asks coming