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axelsagewrites · 5 months

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Hello, dear reader. I'd like to make a wish for Rhaenyra's little sister, maybe a year or two. And she never liked Alicent, who after marrying the king tries (along with Otto) to demote her to bastard status (but Viserys loves his little girl too much to do this to her). Of course, things get even worse when Rhaenyra's sister gets engaged to Harwin...

Thank you for your attention, I like your stories 🫶🏻. Another thing, can I stop by more often? I wish I had more of my ideas adorned with your writing

Harwin Strong*Suitable Match

Pairing: Harwin x f!reader

Word count: 1320

Warnings: Step parent hating step child, secret relationship, kind of implied smut

a/n: ahh thank u sm for being so sweet and ofc request as much or talk however much u want. sorry i didnt reply sooner i just didnt want to lose the request x

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A life of a princess was something to envy. Well so many had claimed however after the death of your mother life felt like an ever falling spiral. Your sister began to grow closer to Alicent after the death and while you were happy for her to have a friend Alicent had always been unkind to you.

It had started small with her asking Rhaenyra not to let you join in their games to her unpicking your needle work whenever you would wander off to stretch your legs. Soon you gave up on even trying to be nice to her. anytime she was invited to dinner was met with loud sighs from you.

“Why does she hate me?” you pouted one night as Rhaenyra upbraided your hair.

Your sister rolled her eyes as she began to brush your hair out, “She doesn’t hate you. she’s just not used to a little sister,”

“She’s mean,”

“Cmon she isn’t that bad?”

You didn’t want to say I told you so when Alicent was betrothed to your father but the look on your face said it for you. at least Rhaenyra was able to marry and move away. you were instead stuck living at court with your evil stepmother and her spawn. Well, the children were kind to you, but Alicent constantly used them to get under your skin.

She’d send toddler Aegon running over with pretend crown shouting that he was going to be king. Or she would have a 2-year-old Aemond claim he was your husband. She tried to make Helena spill wine on your dress one time, but the poor girl burst into tears and confessed to you instantly.

Instead Alicent settled on insisting that your chambers were given to Aegon. Something you managed to convince your father against from at first but soon you were moved to a wing of the castle usually just for guests. You would’ve complained about longer if you hadn’t realised your new chambers window overlooked the kings guard training ground.

From your window you’d pretend to be doing needle work while secretly watching break bones fling any man that challenged him like a rag doll. Eventually Harwin caught onto your staring and would send his own glimpses up between sparring. It was also handy that your chamber was only a short walk from the guards’ sleeping quarters and Harwin soon became a frequent private guest of yours.

“Ser Barros is coming to court next week,” your father told you over a family dinner, “and I heard his son is looking for a wife,” he said, shooting you a hopeful glance.

“I heard he’s a fine man father,” you said kindly knowing full well it didn’t matter. Somehow every match they tried to make for you was sabotaged. The tall dark Baratheon boy was ever so keen for weeks for your hand then one day disappeared like a ghost. The gorgeous Lannister man that would bring you fine jewels suddenly decided a dornish match was of more importance. Even the Tarly boy you had courted had inexplicitly decided to join the nights watch. Every time Alicent wore the same twisted smile.

The only ones she didn’t send running were the incredibly old and decrepit looking men from minor houses, but it wasn’t hard to convince your father they weren’t suitable matches. “Perhaps we should set up a luncheon to great the boy,” Alicent suggested making your father smile widely. She really had twisted him around her finger.

“I wish I could stay here all day,” you pouted as you lay your head on Harwin’s bare chest.

His chuckle vibrated through you as his arm wrapped tight around your waist, “Me too princess but I have my duties and you have yours,”

“I thought your duty was to serve me,” you sighed dramatically, pretending to try get away.

Harwin laughed, his arms moving to cage you against the bed as he moved to lay over you, “I think I serve you just fine princess,” he said, his lips moving to kiss along your jaw.

“Oh yeah?” you asked and Harwin hummed in response as his kisses grew lower.

As expected Borros’s son went running after only a week and now you were in another awkward family dinner however unluckily for you the children all had the cold so now you were sat in stoney silence with just your father and Alicent. “You should really think about your future dear,” she said with a fake sweet smile, “We worry for you,”

Instead of replying you grabbed your wine, drinking a hefty sip of it. Viserys sighed, “Alicent is right dear. You must marry. At this point we’re going to have to start considering marrying you to a tree!” he said, flinging himself back in his chair. “Honestly what even happened between you and the boy?”

The days that followed were awkward to say the least. Alicent walked around smug as all hell and your father continued to sulk. You decided enough was enough and when Alicent went out to the sept you decided to track your father down. Unsurprisingly you found him staring over a model of the city.

“Father?” you greeted, walking closer to the tired looking man, “May we talk?”

“Of course, sweet child,” he said, nodding for you to sit beside him before sighing, “You know I worry for you?”

“I do father, and I do appreciate it,” you lied but did your best to look sympathetic to your clueless father, “but I was thinking. Well. I found another match you see father,” you spoke, and his head perked up as he waited for you to finally spit it out, “He’s sweet and kind and his family is well respected. You even like his father, and I was just thinking- “

“Out with-it child,”

You took a breath before finally asking, “Have you considered Harwin Strong yet father?” Viserys sighed, his eyes turning away but you continued, “Think about it! I’d be able to be at court and help Helena with her studies. Plus, you have four more children so four more matches. You already have the Velaryon which secures the crownlands. Harwin and I would secure the Riverlands. Then after you betrothed Helena, Aegon, Aemond, and Daeron you will have six of the seven kingdoms on your side. Your reach will go far especially if our children do the same,”

“You want to dilute the blood of old Valyria?” he asked, sounding exhausted as he spoke.

“No father, only strengthen it,” you said, moving to hold his hand, “Besides there is no other Targaryen or Velaryon to wed unless uncle daemon is brought back from exile- “you said but your father raised his hand to hush you.

He paused for a moment before nodding, “I will think about it. but for now, leave me. I have a lot to consider,”

“Thank you, father,”

Apparently Alicent must have missed this chamber meeting because somehow the news came back finally in your favour. Harwin would be your husband. You were so happy when your father told you that you instantly hugged him before rushing to find Harwin however that night at dinner Alicent shot you many dirty looks.

Finally, you had undermined her. you’d won. Well, that’s how it felt at first, but her glares began to sink into your skin till it itched. As the dinner ended, she tapped her cup with her fork, “A toast to my dear sweet daughter,” she smiled at you making your father beam, “May she have a marriage like ours,” she said, holding his hand tightly but you felt your stomach flutter.

“Here, here,” your father said, standing to kiss your cheek.

Alicent did the same, her arms twisting round your back into a bony hug, “Do not forget yourself darling,” she whispered sweetly in your ear, “You don’t win that easily,”

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criminalamnesia · 4 months

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Pretty like the sun

warnings: reader described as having long, silver hair; no use of y/n; female!reader; Targaryen!reader; sneaking around with harwin; little sliver of angst but that’s it; fluff; not proofread sorry

summary: you spend a morning with harwin.

author’s note: I miss harwin strong. that is all.

The soft, early morning light poked through the thin fabric covering your window. You stirred in bed, eyes scrunching tighter together as you attempted to will yourself back asleep.

“Good morning,” Harwin’s chest rumbled with the sound of his voice. He was almost whispering, as if afraid to spook you. One of his hands trailed up your back, his fingers ghosting over your bare skin.

“Mhm,” you grumbled, refusing to open your eyes. You snuggled closer to his side, your head laid right over his heart. The reassuring rhythm of its beat brought a small smile to your lips.

“What time is it?” You asked after a moment of comfortable silence, your eyes still closed. You could feel the heat of the sun now, its rays more intense as it rose in the sky.

“Almost time for me to go,” he replied. The hand trailing up your spine moved to rest in your hair, his fingers lightly scratching at your scalp. His free hand moved over your body, looping around you and pulling you impossibly closer.

It was always like this in the mornings you spent together. Hushed words and warm touches. The two of you tangled together, holding each other as close as possible. This time was sacred to the both of you. It was stolen from the rest of the Keep, something just for the two of you to share, damning the rest of them.

“Do you have to?” You asked, but you already knew the answer as you finally opened your eyes. You tilted your head back to look up at your lover. His eyes met yours, and he gave a small smile as he nodded.

“You know I do, Princess. I cannot be caught in here, your father would have my head.”

You rolled your eyes as you turned your head to plant a kiss to his sternum. He hummed in contentment.

“You underestimate my power in this keep, Ser. At most, my father would have your finger. Maybe a hand, if it were a bad day for the King,” you grinned as you teased him, meeting his gaze once more.

It was Harwin’s turn to roll his eyes now. His fingers dug deeper into your scalp, massaging the skin there. You groaned and swatted his hand away, knowing his actions would put you back to sleep.

As much as you wanted to succumb to the welcoming embrace of slumber once more, you knew you’d regret it. Harwin wouldn’t want to wake you, and so he’d slip from the room quietly, depriving you of the chance to wish his farewell. You despised it when he did that– and he knew as much, yet he still tried.

He told you once that he hated seeing the look in your eyes as he left, and that’s why he tried to lull you back to sleep. He didn’t want to watch the sadness and anger seep into your expression as it did every time he snuck away.

It wasn’t sadness and anger aimed towards him, of course. It was at this whole situation– the fact that you two had to hide your affections. The King had made it quite clear you were to remain untouched and unmarried until your sister, Rhaenyra, found a match.

You disobeyed his wishes, but what the King didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him– at least that’s what you believed.

“Where do they have you stationed today?” You questioned the man below you as you turned your gaze to the villainous window that disturbed the peace the night gave both of you. “Guarding ‘Nyra again?”

“Guarding you, actually,” he said, and you sighed.

Having your lover guard you was a double-edged sword. You were with him all day, but you were not allowed to truly be with him. It was almost torture, how the man you loved was right beside you and you couldn’t touch him. You couldn’t even speak to him the way you wanted. You had to remain proper, as did he, and you had to keep up this carefully constructed facade of a princess and her loyal guard.

“You do not wish to be accompanied by me today?” He asked, and you finally pushed yourself up, your hand resting on his chest to support yourself.

The arm he had looped around you fell, his grip now at your waist. His thumb caressed the skin there as he watched your face with concern. His other hand remained in your hair, moving to brush strands of silver from your eyes.

“You know that is not the issue,” you told him.

“Sometimes it is the issue. Remember just a fortnight ago, when you asked for another guard just because I slipped out the night before?”

“You did not tell me you had to go,” you said as you shuffled over to the other side of the bed. His hands retracted from your body to let you move.

“I was not aware I needed to ask your permission to get a glass of water,” he retorted, and you scoffed.

“The last time you snuck out during the night, it was because you were sent to guard my sister for her two week journey to see whoever that lord was. Lannister? Baratheon? I do not recall— but it does not matter. You did not tell me you were leaving!”

“Love–” he began, but you spoke again.

“No, I know, Harwin. You did not know either. I am not trying to fight,” you reached a hand towards him, which he clasped in one of his own. His fingers intertwined with yours, and you smiled.

“I just worry for you. I fear one day you will slip out before I can say goodbye, and I will never see you again.”

Harwin frowned, his eyes trained on you as he gave your hand a small squeeze. You inhaled deeply. “I do not want to keep sneaking around,” you admitted.

“Nor do I, but–” he began.

“But we must,” you finished his sentence with a sigh. “Just until my sister finally meets her match. Which will probably be after we are all dead.”

Harwin laughed and used his grip on your hand to pull you back into him. You gave a sound of surprise as you fell onto his chest, both his hands snaking around your body to keep you glued to him.

“The Princess will wed soon, my love. Your father will make sure of it. And if not, then I am sure you will make sure of it. Gods help Rhaenyra if it gets to that point. You are quite scary when you are angry.”

“As scary as Daemon?” You questioned, your eyebrows raised as you glanced up at Harwin. A teasing grin painted your lips.

“Oh, much scarier. The Rogue Prince wishes he was as terrifying as you.”

“Careful, Ser,” you giggled. “My uncle would feed you to Caraxes for such an insult.”

“It would be an honorable death, dying to defend my Princess.”

You shuffled upwards so that your face was right above his. Your hair fell around the both of you, creating another barrier the sun streaming through the window fought to break through.

“You are insufferable,” you whispered, your nose brushing his.

“Am I?” He asked with a grin.

“Mhm,” you hummed in answer before lowering your lips to his.

The kiss lasted a few wonderful, peaceful seconds before a sobering knock sounded at the door.

“Princess!” Your lady-in-waiting called from behind the door, her knock becoming louder as she tried to rouse you. Unbeknownst to her, you were very awake at the moment.

Your eyes widened as you looked down at your lover who was very much naked, very much still in your bed, and very much late to his post.

“Princess, are you awake? Are you in there? I don’t see Ser Harwin out here. Are you alright?” You could hear panic begin to sneak into the woman’s tone. You knew how it looked to her– a locked door, no guard, and a silent princess? She probably thought you were dead.

You pulled yourself from Harwin’s embrace once more and hurried out of bed, reaching for the night clothes you had discarded the night before. Harwin followed suit in rushing from bed. He began grabbing at clothes and armor, trying to be silent but quick as he redressed.

“I’m awake!” You shouted to your lady-in-waiting as you ran a hand through your hair. You turned to watch as Harwin gave up on buttoning his shirt and began gathering his armor in his hands.

“You have got to go!” You whisper-shouted at him.

“I am trying! This damn armor–” he groaned as he nearly dropped his metal chest plate. You cringed as you watched his barely catch it, releasing a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. That sound would’ve had your lady busting down your door in an instant.

“Princess, are you alright in there?” You heard your lady ask as the door knob jiggled.

“Quite!” You yelled back, your pitch rising in panic. You rushed to Harwin’s side and began snatching up the remaining pieces of his armor. You ushered him to the secret passage in your room, prying open the door and all but pushing him inside. “Just looking for something!”

You pushed the armor in your hands into Harwin’s, who was looking at you with a wide grin.

“What?” You asked incredulously, curious as to how he could be smiling at being nearly caught.

“Looking a little disheveled, Princess.”

“Gods, go!” You scolded him with no real bite to your words. You shoved at his broad shoulders, careful not to disturb the mountain of metal in his arms.

He gave a quiet laugh as he swiftly ducked down to kiss your forehead. “See you soon, Princess.”

With that, he disappeared down the dark passageway and you all but slammed the door closed. You quickly concealed it once more before smoothing down your nightdress, taking a deep breath, and opening the door for your lady-in-waiting.

“Gods, I thought you were being killed!” She cried, her voice shrill as she surged into the room.

You gave a breathless laugh as you shut the door behind her, noticing a forgotten trinket of Harwin’s laying on the stone floor. You swiftly kicked it under your wardrobe before your lady turned to face you.

“Where was Ser Harwin? He was not by your door,” she questioned as she began to assess your appearance.

“Oh, I sent him to fetch me a glass of water well before you arrived. He never returned. I suppose he was roped into something more important.”

“Hm,” your lady hummed, unconvinced, but she didn’t press the topic further.

The two of you fell into comfortable silence as you went through your routine of dressing.

Finally, as your lady finished clasping a ruby necklace around your neck, she cleared her throat to speak.

“Did he at least take all his armor with him this time?”

Your cheeks turned a deep red, and your lady laughed.

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simpingland · 1 month

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Heyy beauty!

Can i request a Harwin break my back Strong x wife Targaryen reader fic where he beats the shit out of someone who disrespects her. He gets out of it with no consequences, reader looks after him & it ends in smut💋

(I'd appreciate it if u could do more Harwin fics cause lord knows I'm thirsty for it😭)

How to fix an aching nose.// Ser Harwin Strong x Targ!Wife!Reader. Smut.

Summary: Harwin cant believe his luck, married to a targaryan princess, being completely in love with her, her being madly in love with him...Not many believe his luck neither. Only his wife can prove him that its all real.

Warnings: p in v, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), a Lannister being punch.

Harwin was more than anxious to have you, his dearest wife, alone for more than the few moments you were allowed, to what extent could he reminisce about your wedding night? His mind was elsewhere during the hunt, listening only to his father's instructions, and ignoring the lords. Ever since he married you, he had felt the looks they gave him, full of envy of course. Few dared little more than stare, the stupidest could dare to vocalise it. And Lord Tyland Lannister was one of those fools.

"I see you are distracted, Ser Harwin," said the Lord with a mocking laugh as he watched the stag slip away from him at close range. "Marriage...always has the same effect on men."

He chuckled, a few laughed with him, but most gave him a dirty look, and Harwin set his spear aside.

"What effect do you mean, Ser Tyland?" he asked dryly.

"Well, the effect of women. They are a constant headache."

"I don't think you should speak so of wives when you haven't managed to marry a single woman since you've been at court, my lord." He wanted to leave it at that, but Tyland had taken offense.

"When one wields so much fortune, choosing a wife to entrust to him is a different task. I suppose you don't know what I'm talking about now, Ser Harwin."

Harwin walked toward him, towering over him. It clearly frightened him.

"I don't need to brag about money to show my wealth. And that I think if you are able to understand."

Tyland was silent for a second. Everyone had turned to watch the scene, except your father, the King, who was too sore to pay attention. None of them listened as your father asked for your presence to escort him to his tent without making a fuss. So Harwin turned to continue the hunt without being aware that his own wife was walking towards the scene. Neither was Lord Lannister.

"You certainly took a treasure for the little price you must have paid...you took a very possible wife from me." Tyland was whispering it to Harwin now, purposely irritating him. "Though...perhaps you did me a favor. A princess who chooses someone like you should not be driven by anything but lust and madness. Maybe your wife is a lot cheaper than we all thought."

Then Harwin exploded. With the first fist he knocked out two of Tyland's molars, and with the second he buried him in the mud. None of Ser Lyonel's orders were heard as he tore Tyland apart, only the insults towards you, raging. They tried to pull him away, but he was still there. And there you found him.

"HARWIN!" You shouted, running towards him. It took him a while to notice you, he looked at you, a little frightened that you had seen him be so savage.

"He insulted you" he said quietly, then looked at Tyland "YOU INSULTED THE PRINCESS!"

And he gave him one last kick before he was pushed away by the guards. He had to be pushed away until he was led out of the hunt, and he only looked at you, begging your forgiveness for the disturbance. Your father was disoriented, and only understood what was happening from the words of one of the guards. And you had to wait to get your father to his bed before you met Harwin.

"What happened?" you asked as you entered your tent. Harwin was waiting for you, on his back and standing. When he turned around you saw his nose was bleeding. You ran to wipe it. "Gods! Did Tyland do that to you?"

"He wishes it was him, my love...it was one of the guards."

"I suppose it's because you've hit him first, isn't it?"

He smiled, because he knew you as well as you knew him. And he watched your concern disappear with every second, seeing your smile again.

"I'm not going to let anyone walk all over me. Not me, not you," he said, kissing your neck as he hugged you, lifting you off the ground and pressing you against his chest.

"Oh, Harwin, and why do you say that?"

You wiped the blood from him as he told you the story. It was starting to bruise a little, but had stopped bleeding after he put a cold cloth on it, holding it patiently and letting it play with the ties of your dress.

"I don't want you to think I'm just a... a beast too. I hold my anger a lot more than you think. Only you make me feel at peace, wife." He ran his hand through your hair.

It certainly hadn't been easy to convince your father. The Strongs were beloved at court, but Harrenhal was not a place of good repute, and marrying the King's second daughter to a notorious brute like Harwin "Breakbones" Strong had caused much controversy. You succeeded after years of hiding in the corridors, and every night Harwin could only draw on his imagination to do more than kiss you, for he had always put your reputation and honour before his desires.

You had only been married a short time, but it had been a season since you two had spent time alone. Your elder sister Rhaenyra was keeping you by her side at night, uncomfortable with her first pregnancy, and in the mornings, Harwin was too busy catching up on his duties as heir to Harrenhal.

Still, it didn't take away a single ounce of excitement, you craved each other throughout the day, and Harwin always managed to pull you aside to talk or kiss you. Either was enough for him, but he really wanted you back in his bed.

"You don't look like a beast to me." You put your hands on his neck, sat on his lap, you could feel his bulge on your leg. "And even if you had looked like one, you forget I've never been the person who holds his reputation in the highest regard, remember?"

They smiled, Harwin remembered in fact, more than once he had had to push you out of his sight because you had guided his hand where maidens should not be touched, all before you were married. You kissed him first, and when he was training you watched him from your window, catching his eye and "accidentally" showing your breasts. In the dark of night he had to pick you up off the floor because you had knelt before him. And in between all those moments Harwin couldn't help but be captivated by you, begging the King for your hand.

"I remember everything. You are far more beastly than I, my wife..." His member began to grow as he remembered, your scent right there, he captured your lips.

"You have offended me," you faltered, pulling away from the kiss. "Show me who the beast is here, Ser Breakbones."

One swift movement and he unfastened the bodice of your dress, freeing your breasts, and brought one to his lips. And as it sank to your chest you giggled at his eagerness, enjoying the tingle that formed on your legs as you felt Harwin's saliva run over your tits.

"Do you find this amusing, my princess? Having me sit here?" He ran his hands under your skirt, stroking your pearl as if by accident, but you knew he wasn't, that he was doing it to ravish you.

"I do find it a bit funny, I'm afraid..."

He stilled your laughter by throwing you onto the bed they had set up for you. Remarkably smaller than the one in your room back in the Keep, but Harwin didn't plan to use it much. He removed what was left of your dress, leaving you now completely naked. Your body being a spectacle for him.

"Well I'm no clown, of the many tricks they know how to do, I doubt very much they know how to do this."

He rested one hand on the bed, circling you on top of you, and the other he used to turn you, your back, your ass facing the outside. He caressed your back, stroke both cheeck of your ass and finally touching your cunt. One finger entered first, stirring your discharge with your clitoris and eliciting a soft moan from you. He watched you watching him, mouth half open. He was so handsome, with his smooth coat but rugged features, Harwin was all man. He inserted a second finger, and the third was not long in coming. Then he began to shake his hand rapidly, lifting your entire pelvis to his rhythm. You couldn't help but cry out as you felt such continuous pleasure.

"No..." whispered Harwin, pulling his face closer to yours, "no one knows how to do this to you like I do..."

Pleasure engulfed you, and Harwin could see you come to orgasm, you moaned millimetres from his lips, which he felt as if it was feeding him. He let you rest, and before he could lick his fingers with your arousal, you took his hand to lick them for him. If he was already excited before, Harwin had to hold back a moan when he felt the friction of his own pants squeezing his erection.

"Now let me reward you, my Lord, for defending my honour..." you removed his shirt, and kissed his big abs. But you made him suffer as you reached for his trousers, unbuttoning them bit by bit, not until you had removed them completely did you focus on his member.

Fat and in proportion to your husband, his cock needed two hands to massage it well. First you gave him a little kiss on the tip, as if in greeting, and looked up at Harwin, who seemed impatient but loved your gaze as you knelt before him. You were beautiful from every angle, and your eyes sharpened from that perspective. He pushed your silver hair aside as an excuse to touch it, and he never pushed your head, you always managed to make him enjoy at your own pace. You licked the tip for a while, but before he could cum, you took as much of his cock into your mouth as you could, knowing which way to guide it so you wouldn't gag. You sucked slowly but intensely, using your cheeks to make your mouth tighter. You were just about to make him cum when Harwin decided to take the reins again.

He caught you by surprise when he pulled away from you to pick you up off the floor, placing you in his arms as he did when he rescued you from troubles you usually got yourself into. One arm around your back and the other around your legs, your hands resting on his shoulders and with the opportunity to kiss him right there. Indeed, you didn't need the bed very much. You didn't quite understand what Harwin was up to, but when you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance, your hair stood on end. He was moving slowly up and down you, preparing to bury himself all the way in.

"I am convinced that there is no better pussy than yours in all of Westeros, Princess..." his voice was husky, his scent captivated you, and he kissed you tenderly when he wasn't kissing you with tongue.

"So what are you waiting for to enjoy it?"

He lured you to his lips to distract you, but you finally felt him enter. Gently, but creating that special fraction you'd longed for for years before you were married. Harwin broke the kiss to moan, of course this was his favourite part of fucking. He didn't usually do it fast, he liked to pace himself, and for such a big, rough man, he liked to sink into your pussy delicately, whether it was his instinct to protect you, or his instinct to enjoy it. His hips set the pace, as he raised them, his arms lowered, and you felt his full length fill you. He began to speed up the rhythm, he had plenty of strength left, and when he increased you could hear him enjoying himself, making you enjoy yourself.

"I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum..." he announced.

Then he laid you back down on the bed. You had no plans to have children yet, so you liked to experiment a little. Harwin positioned your legs apart, and took out his cock to rub it against your clit, fucking your vaginal lips and causing you unparalleled pleasure. You had your second orgasm seconds before you felt Harwin's semen spilling out of your pelvis, with a sweet moan leaving your husbands lips.

He rested his forehead on yours, and you kissed his aching nose.

"Wow...you sure made me feel better, wife." He moved to your side, pulling a blanket over you both, cuddeling you in his arms.

"Yeah...I've missed you too."

"I meant the kiss on the nose...but the rest was good too."

You laughed before threatening to make it bleed again. Harwin was willing to take a million punches as long as his princess was there to kiss his wounds afterwards.

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faith-forgxtten-land · 2 years

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Since you mentioned Harwin… (smut pleek)

Princess | Harwin Strong

i had no idea what you wanted other than *harwin* so i hope you like this!! (tho the title sucks so bad but i’m too lazy to think of a better one)

warnings: smut, 18+, mentions of loss of virginity?, bits of fluff ig, fem!reader (?) x harwin but other than that there’s no specifications!

idk how to do this warning shit ngl. also my first time writing smut and you didn’t really specify so… also it’s not proof read at all so read at your own risk

summary: the morning after ser harwin breakbones carries his princess to safety and has his way with her

word count: 1.2k (ish)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Whispers of dawn kissed her cheeks, bursts of gold rallying against the dark of her closed eyes, and the Princess smiled against the softness of her pillow as she registered the warm weight slung over her bare hips.

Harwin’s calloused hand was splayed against her stomach, holding her close throughout the night and break of day. Her smile grew wider as he grumbled unintelligibly and his grip tightened. She could only spare half a thought for her dear sister - poor Rhaenyra stuck with a heartbroken Laenor on her wedding night - as she felt her new found lover stir.

“Good morning, Princess.”

His voice, deep and still cloaked in sleep, was laced with a sense of smug satisfaction she would have found insufferable on anyone else. Luckily for Ser Harwin Strong, she found him far too endearing for her own good. “Good morning, Ser.”

She could feel his lazy grin against her shoulder as he peppered gentle kisses along her smooth skin. “So proper,” he teased as his kisses reached the slope of her neck.

“I’m a Princess,” she sniffed, tilting her head.

He smirked and bit her neck lightly, “A dirty Princess, what would your father think?”

Holding in her whimper, the Princess arched a brow despite knowing he couldn’t possibly see it. “I’d rather not think of my father at all, thank you.”

Harwin hummed as he nuzzled her jawline. His heated breath made her shiver and his grin widened. Last night felt like a dream - one he’d had many, many times over the past few moons. A dream that was often accompanied by his hand in his trousers after. King Viserys would have his head on a spike if he ever found out just what the knight had done to his precious daughter, but Harwin couldn’t find it in him to care much. He had the most beautiful woman in Westeros in his arms and he wasn’t about to let any man - King or not - stop him from relishing this moment.

She turned to face him and his heart stuttered at the softness in her eyes as she smiled. No one had looked at him like that before, certainly not a Princess.

“What?”

His own smile turned just as soft. “You’re beautiful.”

She snorted lightly and he had to stop himself from looking like a complete idiot and confessing his love and adoration at the sound. “Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight.”

He couldn’t help himself; he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and grasped her chin delicately in his large hand. Gods when had he last been this gentle with anyone? She seemed so small compared to him - although most people were small to him - and his chest felt tight in the best possible way as he looked at her. “You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen.”

A blush crept up her neck and Harwin smiled smugly at the sight. She had been so confident the night prior, seeing her uncharacteristic shyness before him now made his cock stiffen and, judging by her deepening flush, she could feel it too. “You’re the first man I’ve lain with,” she admitted.

He didn’t tell her that he hoped he’d be the only man she’d ever lie with. Instead he opted for the safer choice, “Well one union had to be consummated, Gods knows your sister’s wasn’t.”

She gasped indignantly and slapped his chest. “Ser Harwin!”

Clasping her hand to his chest, he leaned over. “Yes, Princess?” He was lying fully on top of her now and he felt his pride swell as her eyes flickered to his lips.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I figured that having fucked the King’s daughter, a few jests on his heir’s behalf couldn’t make things much worse.” He grinned as she gaped up at him and took the opportunity to finally kiss her lips again.

She moaned quietly as she parted her lips for his tongue. Harwin made her feel a thousand things at once. She couldn’t tell if she was excited or scared or shy or offended anymore, all she knew for certain was the very obvious effect he had on her body.

The Princess had resigned herself to admiring the knight from afar until he had carried her to her rooms during the commotion at Rhaenyra’s wedding. Having him in her rooms after saving her like that… how was she meant to resist him?

She was no damsel in need of saving like in one of the stories her mother had told her as a child, but being tossed over his strong shoulder after he had immediately stepped into the fray to save her set off the butterflies in her stomach.

It was wrong. Her father would lose his mind if he found out, especially after the recent rumours of her sister’s indiscretions. But she couldn’t ignore the thought that he might consent to a match between them and her groan as Harwin slipped his hand between her thighs was far louder than she had expected.

“You’re so wet for me, Princess.”

She groaned again and shut her eyes, unable to stop herself from grinding against the palm of his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. Harwin didn’t bother to disguise his own groan as he watched his fingers disappear into her over and over.

“Look at me.”

It took an embarrassing amount of effort for her eyes to open and find his. His intense stare alone almost pushed her over the edge.

“You’re going to look at me while you come undone on my fingers, Princess.”

She couldn’t hold back her whimper. “Yes,” she breathed.

Harwin grinned at her. “Good girl.” He added a third finger and watched as she struggled to keep her orgasm at bay. Gods she was stunning: legs spread wide just for him, hair wild against her pillow and her chest flushed.

“Harwin.”

“Princess?”

She could barely form a sentence. “Please.”

“Use your words.”

A brilliant shade of pink covered her cheeks. She’d never felt so submissive in her life. She was a Princess, she wasn’t meant to take orders from those beneath her, and yet here she was acting like a whore - on the verge of begging - for a mere knight. Gods she loved it. “I can feel it, please.”

“Such a good Princess,” Harwin murmured as his fingers found her clitoris. Her moans were so loud he almost feared the entirety of the Red Keep would hear but he didn’t stop and he didn’t dare tell her to be quiet. “Let go for me.”

He felt her shudder around his digits and he stared, transfixed, at the way her thighs shook and her bosom heaved. Her moans gradually turned to soft whimpers and Harwin made sure she watched as he licked his fingers clean. She tasted even better than she had last night.

It took a few minutes for his Princess to catch her shaky breath and Harwin swallowed roughly as he studied the glisten of sweat on her brow. “I suppose I ought to do the honourable thing now.”

The Princess looked at him in confusion, mind still clouded with pleasure. “Honourable thing?”

He couldn’t stop himself this time. “I’m going to love you, wed you and fuck you for the rest of your life, Princess.”

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maluceh · 1 year

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Rhaenyra Targaryen and her superior simp squad

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walled-flwr · 2 years

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People ask if Viserys is "blind" and can't he see that Rhaenyra has birthed bastards who will inherit the Iron Throne...

But... Viserys is anything BUT blind to Rhaenyra's actions. He sees clearly and I have to say that it doesn't matter to him.

Rhaenyra is the child of his first, great love, Aemma. She is the Blood of The Dragon, and he views her as his true successor because of that.

Viserys couldn't give 2 fucks if a pink stag is the father of her children. All that matters to Viserys is that Rhaenyra's blood continues the line.

Whether she is 14 or 40, Rhaenyra will always be his Princess.

Hashtag: Girl Dad!!!

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 1 year

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Mine to take (I am his and he is mine pt. 2)

Summary: While Harwin was set on treating his new wife right after their wedding, she learns a little too quickly, exhausting even a patient man’s capabilities.

Notes: my god I love writing harwin smut so much. While this is a sequel to I am his, and he is mine it can also be read as a standalone

Warnings: slight d/s dynamics, dirty talk, reader knows exactly what they’re doing, choking/spanking, frisky behaviours, oral (m!receiving), softy Harwin loves aftercare

Masterlist | Part 1 | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

When Harwin returns to your chambers, he’s exhausted from City Watch patrol and all he wants is to fall into bed with his pretty wife – only that you’re not there.

He pauses at the emptiness of the bed. Usually, you’re already in your nightclothes at this time, asleep with a book in hand and it’s left to Harwin to carefully lie you down and cover you with a blanket.

Instead, the bed is empty. He searches through your rooms, in your newly deemed library, more books in shelves and piling on the floor, with notes scattered between them, but that too, is empty. Next, he looks in the nursery your father gifted to you prematurely, only to be disappointed by the sight of another empty room.

With an exasperated sigh, Harwin heads out of your chambers and towards the only other place you could be: the royal library.

He’s been here only a few times, most of them after he’s been married, and always to look for his wife. And indeed, you’re in the library as well. Curled up in a far corner, with a book in hand and-

Is that his shirt?

As he comes closer, Harwin can see that you’re wearing his shirt and simple linen pants. Only that his shirt is massive and gives everyone a perfect view of your cleavage.

“My love.” He greets you, leaning against the wall across from you.

“Harwin.” you smile up at him, almost doe-eyed.

“What are you reading that forced you out of our chambers?” he asked

“A book about Sothoryos. They have monsters so venomous they can kill a hundred men.” You replied, lifting the book up to emphasize the chain connected to it.

“And you did that… in my shirt?” Harwin asked.

“I hope you don’t mind. I couldn’t exactly walk around in nightclothes, but I did not want to wake my maid-in-waiting to dress me this late. They’re quite comfortable.”

“Do you want to retire for the night?” Harwin offered, and you nodded, standing up to put the book away. Harwin watched as the shirt fell even lower, revealing the tops of your breasts.

Unaware of the predicament you were putting him in, you kissed him on the cheek, before hooking your arm in his. You made your way towards the exit of the library, but before you could step into the hallways of the Red Keep, Harwin put his gold cloak over your shoulders, trying to tie it in front of your breasts.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Your shirt is- it’s quite revealing.” Harwin answered.

“Ah.” You replied, pulling the cloak closed and making your way toards your chambers.

“Ah?” Harwin asked after a few minutes.

“I didn’t realise.” You said. Harwin glanced down at you, the way you were practically skittering towards your chambers.

“Was Sothoryos that interesting?” he asked.

“You couldn’t drag me there for anything in the world, but it’s fun to read about.”

“I’d rather drag you somewhere else.” He mumbled, too quiet for you to hear.

The Red Keep seemed swept empty, the two of you only passing a few guards and Lord Beesbury, who tottered past you without a care in the world. But Harwin did not miss the glances the guards threw at his wife.

It wasn’t your clothes, or your cleavage, but simply that you were pretty enough to catch any man’s eye, and those in the Red Keep often had no manners.

“They’re staring at you.” Harwin said through gritted teeth.

“Is that so?” you asked, and Harwin saw you fight the devious smile worming itself onto your lips. Slowly, he began to realise what was going on.

“Was this your intention?”

“No.” you replied, but your tone was so uneven that he highly doubted it.

“It was.” He said, his mouth almost falling open in shock. “My innocent lady wife, trying to get me jealous. Why?”

“I wasn’t trying anything.” You said, but the smirk on your face was all-telling. Harwin shook his head, trying his best to ignore the fact that the guards walking past were still staring, but when one of them turned to look at your ass after he’d passed you, something in Harwin snapped.

Quickly, he pulled you into an alcove, away from the main hallway, staring down at you with dark eyes.

“Why?” Harwin tried again, but you only smiled at him giving him no answer. Instead, you surged up, kissing him roughly. Harwin gave in, melting against your lips after such a long day. He almost gave a groan when you nipped his lower lip. Your hands were exactly where he liked them to be, lightly tugging at his hair.

Frustrated, he flipped you around, careful not to smack you against the wall, but still pressing you against the cool stone. His giant hands quickly dwarfed yours as he lowered himself down to your ear.

“Are you going to give me an answer or must I get it out of you myself?” he asked. Harwin wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to let this side of him come out so soon, if she’d like it, or withdraw again, terrified, but right now he needed this.

Instead of answering him, you gave him a cheeky smile, letting your ass brush against his crotch, where he was already hard.

So he flipped you back around, only to be met with the sight of your lust-blown pupils and heaving chest, revealed to him since his golden cloak had fallen of your shoulders.

“You’ve got a terrible lack of respect.” He warned.

“Is that so?” you jabbed.

“I am Lord Commander of the City Watch, heir to Harrenhal and your Lord Husband, so yes.”

“I didn’t know you took yourself so seriously.”

“You’re walking a dangerous line here.”

“Bite me.” You said, your smile still much too bright to his liking. Angrily, he hoisted you up over his shoulder, carrying you the rest of the way to your chambers. He didn’t care about the looks he got from the last pair of guards, only that their eyes wandered up to your ass on his shoulder too quickly.

When you made it to their chambers, Harwin kicked the door closed behind him, sitting you down on the edge of the bed.

The smug smile on your face made him feel murderous, and at the same time, he was impressed by the fact that you had grown this bold so quickly.

“How did you get this idea?”

“Believe it or not, I am in forced proximity to the other ladies of the court. I hear them talk about their affairs and such.”

“So you want to have an affair? Is that it?” Harwin hissed.

“No. Only taking their advice.”

“For what?”

“Getting ravished.” You said.

An idea began to form in Harwin’s head at your words. Two could play at this game. So he crossed the distance between the two of you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, but instead of lying you down on the bed as he normally did, he picked you up, carrying you towards a wall.

Your legs were hooked tightly around his waist, stone digging into your back as he grabbed your ass in his palms.

“You want to get ravished, hmm?” he whispered in your ear, and you nodded, frantically trying to reach his neck to place kisses there, but he pulled away with a chuckle.

“Say it.” He demanded.

“Please. Please fuck me, husband.” You whispered breathlessly.

“My wife. What would people say if they saw you now, begging like a common whore.” Harwin replied. “Get on your knees.”

“What?” you stuttered, and Harwin reveled in your innocence.

“You’re a smart girl. Do what I did for you.” He commanded. You blushed furiously in response.

“I am-“ you began, but Harwin interrupted you.

“I don’t give a fuck what you are. You certainly didn’t.”

Slowly, you sank down to your knees, watching Harwin as he opened his breeches and took out his cock, pumping leisurely.

“Open up, my love.” He commanded. His hands threaded through your hair, he guided you, and you quickly found a rhythm, trying to apply what you had heard about… this.

You couldn’t see him well, but you could hear him, groaning praises to you.

“You look so pretty like that, on your knees for me.” He said, hips bucking upward as his head fell back.

After a while, he grabbed your hair in his hands, carefully tugging at it and pulling you upwards. You stood on wobbly knees, letting him wipe the spit out of the corner of your mouth.

With no qualms about it, Harwin kissed you, leading you to the bed a little gentler than before.

His hand wandered down your body, going between your legs.

“You’re soaked for me love. All that from sucking my cock?” he demanded.

“Please.” You replied. Harwin wanted to chuckle to himself. You were a mess, blushing furiously but obviously hoping for him.

He took his time with your clothes, letting his hands trail so slowly he could see the frustration form in your eyes. Slowly, he palmed your breasts, licking your nipples until they grew hard, before moving on to your cunt.

Harwin draws teasing you out, letting his beard barely scratch you clit, touching you everywhere except where you need him to be. When you try to push him down, he grabs your hand, holding it down on the mattress.

“You want to be fucked?” he asked again, and you nodded enthusiastically, brows furrowing to confusion as he leaned back against the cushions.

“Get on top.” He commanded.

Hesitantly, you moved to hover over him, and Harwin helped you guide himself into you. As you sank down on his dick, his hands found your hips, steadying you carefully.

“Good?” he asked, his caring side taking over. Yes, he was frustrated, but he would never risk hurting you.

“Yeah.” You replied. With his hands guiding you, you rolled your hips, causing him to hit that spot inside you.

“Take your pleasure.” He commanded. You moved around for a bit, trying to figure out what felt right, and when you did, you started moving more quickly.

You felt his eyes burn into you, never once leaving your form. When Harwin gave you a smirk, you couldn’t help but comment.

“What?” you snapped.

“Look at you, bouncing on my cock.”

“I-“ you began, freezing where you were. And then, his hand was on your neck. Not quite choking, but still dangerously close to it.

“You like that?” Harwin asked. You nodded in response, and he dared to squeeze a little tighter.

“Keep going.” He commanded, and you continued to move, feeling the tension build up in your belly. You let yourself be loud, not caring how much any guards outside might hear, only caring about the high you were chasing.

Harwin was still watching you, and when he saw you get close, he began bucking up into you, helping you along until you came around his cock, your cunt desperately clenching for more.

You practically collapsed on top of him, his cock still inside you.

“You didn’t get your release.” You murmured.

“It’s fine.” He said, his hands wandering to your hips to lift you off.

“No, keep going. I’m not sure if I can move though.” You replied.

Harwin nodded, positioning your head onto his chest. You felt him thrusting into you, his hips slapping against your ass as you bounced upwards, your head in the crook of his shoulders. Not soon after, his thrusts grew sloppy.

Wanting him to feel as good as you, you did your best to ride him for the last part of it. You felt a sense of pride as his head tipped back, giant hands practically bruising your hips with his grip until you felt him spill inside you.

Completely exhausted, you rolled off of him, lying down next to him. You stayed like that for a while, until he opened his eyes again with a smile on his face.

“I suppose you should disrespect me more often.” He said.

“Perhaps.” You replied, spreading out on the bed like a lazy cat. When Harwin got up, you followed his movements shamelessly, staring at his back like there was no tomorrow.

Suddenly, you heard him chuckle.

“What is it?” you asked.

“You moved the bed.” He replied.

“The power you possess over me.” You sighed, letting him push the bed back into place. He returned with towel, cloth and a jug of wine.

Carefully, Harwin wiped you down, before he dried off your back. You hadn’t noticed yourself sweat, but this felt like a treat anyway.

When he was done, he handed you a glass of wine.

“How was your day?” you asked.

“Tiring. There’s a group of children running around in Flea Bottom, cutting the purses of the people.”

“Did you catch them?”

“Actually, I let them go.” He admitted. “There’s no sense in chopping off the hands of hungry children. They’ll only grow to resent the king. Gave them an earful about stealing though.”

“That’s kind of you.”

“What about you?” Harwin asked. As you moved behind him to work out the tenseness in his shoulders, you thought for a moment.

“Grand Maester Orwyle and I got into a small argument over whether or not I should be in the royal library all the time, and of course, I read about Sothoryos. I also visited the stables, to pick a horse so that I can accompany you riding sometime.”

“Why did you argue with the Grand Maester?” Harwin asked. “Is the library not open to everyone?”

“It is, but he finds that I take up too much space. Even though the books I read are mostly dusted over.” You complain.

“I’ll have a word with him tomorrow.” Harwin decided.

“You mustn’t.”

“I must. Otherwise, you’ll be caught stealing from the library soon.” He joked. Carefully, he turned around to you, grabbing you by the waist and setting you down in front of him.

You wanted to protest, but he had already begun working out the kinks in your own neck.

“You do need better posture if you want to continue reading though.” Harwin said.

“And they more comfortable seating arrangements.” You replied.

“I’d like to go riding with you.” Harwin interjected. “It can be fun, if done properly.”

“I see that now.” You joked. Harwin rolled his eyes at that, lifting up the covers next to him and allowing you to cuddle into his arms.

“I’m so glad I married you.” You said, missing the smile on his face at your words. Yes, married life was far better than you had thought, even if you would have to pull your lord husband off of the Grand Maester tomorrow.

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gh0stlyfixation · 1 year

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A strong bond

Paring: ser Harwin Strong x fem!reader, ser Harwin strong x targaryen!reader

The quiet, perfect, and obedient princess rode Drogar, the cannibal. The deadliest of dragons, who just so happens to be your little snuggle bug. He hatched just days after your birth. You shared a crib with him and he grew quickly. His stubbornness matched yours.

You smiled as you lightly rubbed his face, “calm today isn’t he princess?” Harwin spoke from a distance. You looked up at him and chuckled.

“Love, you know he won’t hurt you. Just have to offer him some scratches.” You said. Drogar turned his head to Harwin and huffed, almost demanding him for the said scratches, “Gīda ilagon, Drogar.” Calm down.

Harwin came up to you, standing directly behind you, and gave him a quick scratch, “he hates me you know.” He spoke

“He hates everyone, but he knows my love for you. We are connected, he and our baby, are connected. One day our child will have a dragon, I hope it grows with it as I did with him.” You told Harwin, “Jikagon tymagon.” Go play. You told Drogar.

Drogar shifted, walking to an open area, and began running and flapping his large wings to fly in the sky. You turned around to face Harwin grabbing onto his leather straps, “I think I’m in labor.” You smiled. Harwin looked down at you with a confused look, you didn’t show any signs of discomfort. He looked down and saw a little wet puddle on the dirt of the dragon pit.

“Perhaps we should find a handmaiden?” He asked.

You were calm, you’ve seen a baby be born on a regular, and though it was your first baby, you knew the drill. You had a few hours before the pain would kick in. Perhaps have some dinner with your family before calling it a night, “I’ll let you know when it’s time. Let's have dinner. I heard father had requested pork with that amazing bread Kela makes” Harwin smiled and chuckled.

He too was calm. When he was around you he knew everything was okay. You were a quite girl, observant and because of this, you were knowledgeable. “I’d say I have three hours before the babe will cause a ruckus.”

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You sat in the bed holding onto your little girl. She had a patch of fuzzy silver hair and a grip of steel. She was a Strong. The Queen, Alicent came to see you. Alicent had always adored you, maybe it was because of your obedience, but she did love you like her own.

“Perfect little angel.” She told you as she dabbed sweat off your forehead. The Harwin came in with little Aemond following closing. You had always adored Aemond, he followed in your shadows, always wanting to be like Harwin.

“Look we found the babe an egg. It’s the perfect one. Look at its purple tint! A perfect color for an heir.” He said with excitement.

“Thank you Aemond, you are too kind.” You spoke with sweetness. Harwin came to sit next to you, wrapping and arm around your shoulders pulling you in closely.

“A smooth labor I hope?” He asked.

“Did you hear Drogar screeching?” You asked him in return. He nodded, “it was painful, but she’s here.” You said. Alicent and Aemond walked out your doors leaving your new little family alone. Just then a large black figure landed on the roof next to your balcony, Drogar. His nose peaked into your room sniffing its air.

“I suppose nosey wants to smell her. Can you walk her to him?” You asked.

“Is it safe?” He asked, worried.

“He knows you. He trust you, now show him our little one.” You demanded. Harwin took your daughter up to Drogar. He sniffed a few times before flying away. You smiled.

Harwin could see the tiredness in your eyes, “go to sleep love. I have her.” He spoke as he sat back down next to you. You rest your head in his lap and sighed, “Avy jorrāelan,” I love you, you said quietly.

“Avy jorrāelan, my dear.” He whispered stroking your cheek.

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nebulablakemurphy · 1 year

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The Queen’s Hand

(Part VI: Last Supper)

Summary: Y/N Targaryen is Princess of the seven realms. First born daughter of, Viserys I and Aemma Targaryen. Heir to the iron throne, forced to make impossible decisions to ensure peace amongst the land and the safety of those she holds most dear.

King Viserys sits high on his throne, watching the night’s festivities unfold. The ivory material of Aemmia’s dress sways around her as she moves. She and Aemond dancing at the center of the grand hall.

The King has never been particularly close with Aemond, nor the two other children he shares with Alicent. Not because he does not love them, he loves all of his children. But to see him now, the boy turned into a man befitting his granddaughter, Viserys is filled with immense joy.

Y/N and her good husband hath brought him plenty of happiness throughout their lives here. Though his eldest daughter is under the delusion that she still needs him, Viserys knows better. The only person she ever truly needed was her mother, his dear Aemma. Who the gods had so cruelty claimed as payment for his never ending pursuit of a son.

It became clear to the King that Y/N was the one to lead them. She is good and kind, her head ever level. But she chose Rhaenyra over herself. Y/N chose her over everyone. Dimming her own light so that Rhaenyra might shine a bit brighter. Y/N taught him of a love and sacrifice he had never known.

Rhaenyra has shown him unwavering love, the meaning of resilience; stubbornness. She gave him the courage to leave behind Aegon’s dream to chase his own. It was not until Rhaenyra arrived with the children, Aegon III in her arms that he remembered. He is sure now, more than he has ever been. Rhaenyra was born to be queen.

He watches Y/N and her husband with a quiet fondness. You were right, my girl. My brave girl. My clever girl. My darling girl. I will never be ready, but when my time here comes to an end, leaving you happy is a comfort to this old soul.

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Two days have passed since the wedding. If Aemmia is being truthful, Aemond is not half bad. Mostly he craves attention, though he says he doesn’t want it. And a son. Perhaps a son above all.

Tonight they are to dine at the red keep. With her family and his. Everyone has been on their best behavior, but Aemmia knows; this is the calm before the storm.

“Good morning, my love.” Aemond’s lips find Aemmia’s cheek.

“It’s a bit early to tell.” The brunette leans neither toward nor away from him.

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “If there is to be an issue, it will not be by my hand. We’ve done alright so far.”

“Because the lot of us have not yet been in close quarters. I personally believe this to be a mistake, but my mother will hear none of it.”

“Do you find your own mother vexing at times?” The thought has never occurred to him. Y/N is beloved, by Viserys, Rhaenyra, her husband and all the realm.

“But of course, she is my mother.”

The remark is so very…human, it sends Aemond for a loop. “Your mother loves you deeply.”

“As I love her. One does not cancel out the other.” Aemmia laughs it off. “In truth she is wonderful, there is nothing she would not do for me. I shouldn’t say such things.”

“It’s alright,” Aemond assures her. “I do understand, after all I have a rather opinionated mother of my own.”

“The queen is surely that.”

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“But, father,” Rhaelys whines, “I am old enough to join the dinner table with all of you.”

Harwin sighs, hoisting her into his arms. “Come, my love. I will bring you to Joffrey, you will be dining together with the twins.”

“My presence would please the King.” The little girl insists, squishing her father’s face in her hands.

“Oh, I have no doubt.” Harwin chuckles. Viserys loves her.

“Father…”

“Yes, Rhaelys?” It is hard to look at his youngest daughter and not see Y/N. She gets away with far too much as a result.

“Why do the older children make fun of Jace and Luc?”

“What children?”

Rhaelys shrugs, looking down at the ground as Harwin walks.

“Whatever you have heard…” Harwin pauses to gather himself. “It shouldn’t be said and it must not be repeated. For the sake of your mother, aunt Rhaenyra and your cousins Jacaerys and Lucerys.”

Rhaelys nods, “I understand.”

“When you are grown, you will know all the secrets of the world. All that I have learned and all that you will learn after me, but you need not rush growing older. It will happen fast enough. Sometimes it is easier not knowing.”

Y/N spots her husband carrying Rhaelys down the corridor.

Rhaelys peeks over at her mother with a smile, reaching a hand toward her.

The Princess catches up, to take her daughter’s hand over Harwin’s shoulder.

“You look so pretty, Mama.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. As do you.”

“Do you think I could sit with you for just a little while?”

“Five minutes?” Harwin turns to his wife. “Surely they will allow her five minutes.”

“Joffrey and the twins do not get five minutes.” Y/N points out, stroking her daughter’s white curls. “We must be fair-”

“And firm.” Rhaelys finishes for her. “I know.” She pouts.

“I will come for you straight after, hmm? And I shall read your bedtime story tonight.” Harwin tells her.

Rhaelys nods, carrying her grudge to the dining table and after they have long left the room.

Harwin offers his wife his arm.

Y/N takes it, “that child has you by the neck.”

“I’ve no idea what you mean.” Harwin replies, the corners of his mouth tugging upward.

Y/N butts his shoulder with her own.

“Princess!” Harwin gasps, in mock outrage, before returning the gesture.

They carry on down to the dining hall. Bringing their soft laughter to an end, ready for duty.

“Aunt Y/N,” Lucerys calls, stopping her at the door. “Might I have a word?”

“Of course.” Y/N reaches out to squeeze her nephew’s arm. “Save me a seat, will you?” She turns to Harwin.

“As you wish.” Harwin nods, leaving the two of them to speak.

“Lucerys?” Y/N steps to the side of the entryway, so that no one might be bothered by their conversing.

“I have been thinking, about Vaemond. What he said during the petition. I have long since accepted that I…may be all of those things.” A bastard. A Strong. “But in a world where everyone treated me differently; debated my parentage, you never did. Even though you know the truth in your heart, same as I do. You never stopped fighting for me, advocating for me. The love you hath given me is second to only that of my mother. Your hand has secured me the Driftmark throne. Though I am not worthy, thank you for believing in me. On my honor, you will not regret it.”

“Luc,” Y/N shakes her head. “I could never regret it. In my years with your father, Laenor, I came to know him very well. He was a dear friend to me and I know this is what he wanted. And beyond that, you are a good boy, Lucerys. I have held you and your brothers in my heart as dearly as my own children. I am so proud of the man you are becoming and I await the day I see you seated as Lord of the Tides. You are worthy. You need not thank me.”

He pauses for a moment, blinking at her, then slowly puts his arms around her. “I love you…and thank you, anyway.”

Y/N returns the embrace, smoothing down his dark hair; the same as her own children. “I love you more. You are welcome, now and forever.”

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“It fills me with both joy and anguish, to see these faces gathered round the table. The people I hold most dear in all the world, grown so distant from each other. But, there is new hope. With Aemmia and Aemond’s union, our houses might stand together once more. It is time to put aside your differences, if not for yourselves, then for the sake of this old man.” Viserys draws in a breath, looking between his children, grandchildren and wife. “Who loves you all so dearly.”

Rhaenyra is the first to stand. Raising her cup to her sister first, for taking care of their father and for the undying love she has shown her. “After the death of our mother, it was you who cried with me, you who comforted me on every sleepless night. My sister, you are better than I deserve. In light of our recent separation, I hope we can become as close as we once were.“

Y/N shoots her a watery smile, “I raise my cup to you, little sister. You have been my guiding light, each time I wish to give in, I think of you. I think of our mother and her dying wish. That I always look out for you, protect you, prepare you for this world and shield you from it. I have no doubt we will mend this rift between us.”

Rhaenyra returns her smile. “I would also like to lift my glass to the Queen. I love my father, but no one has stood by him like his good wife. To you and your continued good health.”

“Your graciousness moves me, Princess.” Alicent says, truthfully. “We are both mothers and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow. You will make a fine queen.”

Aemond huffs a laugh.

Aemmia shooting daggers at her husband.

Aemond says not a word, taking his wife’s hand and pressing his lips to the back of it.

She rolls her dark eyes at the display.

Aegon and Jace are also going at it, quietly down the line.

When Jacaerys has had enough he moves to stand.

Aemond follows suit, watching him intently. Ignoring Aemmia’s hushed protests and tugging at his wrist.

“Here we go.” Y/N murmurs to Harwin.

He claps her on the back once. “Here we go.”

“To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond,” Jace begins, “though we have not seen each other in years, I have fond memories of our shared childhood. I hope in years to come, that we may be friends and allies.”

“That’s a boy,” Viserys nods.

They all drink to that.

“I would like to toast, Baela and Rhaena.” Halaena is next, “they are to be married soon. It’s not so bad, mostly he just ignores you. Except sometimes when he’s drunk.”

Aemond bursts out at this, Aemmia choking on her wine. Aegon opens his mouth in shock, though no words will come.

“Good,” Otto mouths at his granddaughter, as she sits with a proud smile.

“Let us have some music.” The King says, sparing them from anymore unwanted details of Aegon and Helaena’s marriage woes.

The children begin breaking off in pairs. Aemond and Aemmia, Jace and Helaena.

Viserys watches them in wonder. Y/N scoots her chair closer to Harwin to give her father a better view. But he can still find her there, the silhouette of her face. Changed so from a babe, to a child, to a woman. And that of Rhaenyra, only a year behind, both of them grown with families of their own.

A mix of light and dark hair swirls about, in a myriad of laughter, love. With Alicent by his side, his family all together. He is whole. The prospect moves him to tears. To have all he’s ever dreamed of, right at the bitter end. Viserys wishes he had more time to enjoy it. More time with all of them.

“Guards,” Alicent waves them over. It is time for her husband to retire.

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“Aemma.” Viserys chokes out.

“It’s me, father. It’s Y/N.” She reminds him, his chamber is dimly lit.

“Forgive me,” he apologizes, “you look so like your mother.”

Y/N reaches over to take his hand, “she was more beautiful than I.”

“Do you remember when you were a girl? The promise I made to you and you to me? The song of ice and fire.”

“Shh,” Y/N hushes him.

“Aegon’s dream. Tis true. You are the one, you made it so. Rhaenyra’s son. From my blood will come the prince that is promised. Aegon, little Aegon. Guide him as you have guided your sister, as I have guided you.” He gasps for breath.

“I remember,” Y/N assures him.

“I longed to do so much more.”

“Father, this is your legacy. All of us together. You have done plenty. I know it means the world to you, as you mean the world to me. I will do everything in my power to honor and keep the connections you have built.”

“My first born child. You can mend our house whole, if you wish it.” Viserys rambles on. “When I am gone, do not to mourn me so. Know in your heart that my only regret stays the inability to witness you stand tall as hand to your sister, the Queen.”

Y/N lowers her head, blinking back tears. “I cannot help but mourn you, Father. No one will love me as you have.”

And if she knew those words to be the last she’d ever speak to her father, Y/N would not change them.

Part VII

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arabellasleopardcoat · 10 months

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Hi babe, congrats on your milestone!❤️

It's so hard to pick between all these choices😩

Would you please write for Harwin Strong - spanking🧎🏻‍♀️

Win some, lose some (Harwin Strong x Reader)

Summary: Harwin and his wife have a disagreement over communication skills. The end result is exactly as the title says.

Warnings: Mature language. Spanking. Established dom/sub dynamics. Light aftercare. I'm not sure it counts as smut but smut?

Requested: Yes! I get it, tough choices. Hope you enjoy!

A/N: Due to a mistake on my part, I did not erase the space for spanking on time. I got two requests. So, Alicent anon, don't worry. I will write yours too, but I will try to space it out to not post two similar fics.

You sit on a small armchair by the fire with a sullen expression. Nerves pool on your stomach, but they are quickly won over by the feelings of annoyance. You have been told you will get punished after he is done working, but you are more angry than scared. You did act out to get his attention, and even then, Harwin cannot even pretend to care. He is just treating your punishment as another task in a long list he has to fulfill before going to bed.

Harwin sits at his desk, going over something that has countless numbers and math. A budget, most likely. You know the Master of Coins has been pressuring the gold cloaks into tightening their belts, or so to speak.

The transition of leadership has not been an easy thing. Many of the men were loyal not to their cause, protecting the citizens of King’s Landing, but to their previous Commander.

You do not begrudge Harwin for taking the position. It was an honorable one, being the Lord Commander of the City Watch. It spoke of the trust both his father and the King had in his abilities at combat and leadership. Yet… You can’t help but feel that the change has taken its toll on your marriage.

He is always busy. Gone are the days that you would spend lazing around in bed or curled together by the fire. Or even the days Harwin took you for a ride or hunt. Now, he comes to your shared rooms at odd hours, and gets up every day at the crack of dawn.

You try to remind yourself that Harwin is a busy man, and that his attention and opinions are required elsewhere. The men need him to direct the training exercises, the council wants his input for the security of the King as he visits the small folk. It’s a good thing.

You squirm in your seat, pouting. Harwin looks up from his papers and tuts.

“Don’t. You will only get yourself in more trouble if you keep pouting.”

“I just don’t think I deserve to be punished.” You answer, bravely. And it’s the truth. You don’t feel like you deserve a punishment. Why did you have to obey his silly rules when he was not there to witness the consequences of your disobedience? What was the point, even? Harwin was never home.

“I doubt that’s your decision to make. If it depended on the rule breakers, all the cells would be empty.” Harwin’s voice was collected and calm. Cold, even. Yet, it was not that what made your blood boil. His words were. The comparison. It reminded you of the reason all of this started. Why did he have to bring work into everything? It seemed that even in your time together, he was not fully present. He simply cared more about his job than he cared about his wife.

“… You said I was allowed to stay in your study if I didn’t distract you.” You retorted, gritting your teeth. Your whole face was heating, not in shame but anger. Your ears were burning, your neck felt hot, and you were about to do something that you would really regret. Closing your eyes, you breathed in deeply.

“And what did you do?” Harwin put the parchment and quill down. He looked at you for the first time. His expression was unreadable. You thought of getting up and grabbing that dammed budget and tearing it to pieces.

“I was not distracting you! I was only… Playing with myself.” And what if you were? Really. It could hardly be called that. You had only been squeezing your thighs together. And perhaps rolling your hips a little. “And I never touched myself!”

Why did you have to obey his silly rules? He was never here. The prohibition for touching yourself had started as a fun way to spice up your bedroom activities. Harwin enjoyed your neediness, when you had not been touched for a while. You suspected he also enjoyed the idea of being the only one that got to touch you in such a way.

Before, it had not been hard to comply. As any self-respecting young maiden, fearful of the Seven, you had never even approached a hand towards your cunny. Only for washing yourself, and never lingering or exploring too much.

Harwin had been the one who had introduced you to the pleasures of the flesh. It had been him who had encouraged you to explore all the wondrous feelings your body had to offer. Doing it without him seemed silly. You had touched yourself at his instance, and found great pleasure, but it was not the same that when it was his hands on your skin.

But after nearly a month of not being able to have sex with your husband, you understood exactly why you would want to please yourself. You craved the release. Even if you knew it would not be the same, you were so desperate, any peak would be better than no peak. Even if it were one brought on by yourself.

It was hardly your fault. Anyone would feel aroused after nearly a month with only stolen kisses to get you by. The sight of your husband in only a linen shirt and pants, bent over his desk had been too much. Watching as the muscles of his back flexed, how his big hands swallowed the quill he was using to take notes. All that, mixed with the goblet of wine you had been nursing and the fact that Harwin had handed you his cloak to keep warm. Surrounded by his smell, inhibitions lowered by the wine, it was a miracle you had not jumped his bones yet.

You felt like you were burning up with need. So you squeezed your thighs a little, and rubbed against the edge of your chair. You didn’t try to be subtle, secretly hoping that the sight of your neediness might entice him to do something about it.

“That’s hardly better, little one. You were purposefully looking for loopholes.” Harwin said, oblivious to your thought process. He wore a stern expression that made you want to fold immediately.

A month, you reminded yourself. You had been feeling alone for a month.

“I know, but you had not been paying attention to me!” You complained, steeling yourself. This was a discussion you truly wanted to have beyond brattiness. It had not only been the lack of marital duties, but you missed spending time with him.

It comes out whinier than you intended. Much more pitiful, too. You don't realize, but Harwin's mood immediately shifts, from playful to serious. He can tell this is truly bothering you.

Harwin pulled his chair back and spread his legs slightly. Your mouth nearly watered at the sight of his thighs spread in a pose that was so dominant.

“Come here.” He ordered, brows pinching together. You didn't want to, knowing only punishment could await from your defiance. But you still did. Once you were in front of him, Harwin caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Was my poor wife feeling neglected?”

To your horror, your eyes started to feel watery.

“You spend all your time with the gold cloaks. Never with me.” Then, in a whisper so small, it tugged at Harwin's heartstrings. “Do you not want me anymore?”

“I had not noticed you missed me so.” He confesses, pulling you into his lap. His touch is gentle, as always. His hands feel warm and solid against your waist. You straddle one of his thighs, still pouting. Harwin pulls you even closer. “I will make time for you, from now on.”

“Thank you.” You mutter shyly on his neck. It's what you needed to hear. You stay on his lap for a while, cuddling in silence. The steady thump of his heart and his warmth comfort you. It's something you have deeply missed.

Despite wanting nothing more than just curl into his lap and sleep the night away, you still feel restless. Your button throbs between your legs, wanting attention. You cannot help but wonder what it would feel like, getting ravished by your husband after so long. How his hands would feel on your skin, deliciously calloused. How his face would pinch in the sweetest agony. How he would sound, entering you.

Would he be capable of sliding right in, with how wet you are? Or would Harwin have to open you up as he had done on your first night together?

You squirm. Harwin, thinking you are uncomfortable, shifts you to sit properly on his lap, resting his forehead on top of your head. The casual display of strength makes even more wetness gather between your thighs.

“Are you alright, Wife?” Harwin starts running his hand over your hair, soothingly. He is unable to see your expression, and you are glad for it. You are so embarrassed it's starting to be physically painful. Here is Harwin, trying to comfort you, and you can't think of anything else but getting him into bed.

"You are much too pretty to be shedding tears over the likes of me. I apologize, for being so lacking lately. I have been paying so much attention to my duties with the King and forgotten about my most important ones.”

“Harwin…” That he regrets it had not even crossed your mind. Too blinded by your feelings, you had never thought about how your outburst would make him feel.

“As your husband, I made a vow. To be always yours. To protect you. I have not fulfilled either of those duties, being so far away.” He whispers, very quietly. You want to reassure him, but are unsure how.

“You always come home to me.” You go back to your previous position, straddling his thigh, to be able to look him in the eyes. It breaks your heart. His brown eyes are all hurt puppy.

“Perhaps physically. But my mind is still away, even when by your side. It's not right. You are my Lady. Mine to cherish. I have been a poor husband to you.” And it is true. You had thought about it, using much harsher words. Harwin clearly didn’t mean to hurt you, but you had been trying to rile him up on purpose. It makes you feel awful. You don’t want him to feel bad about himself, you just wanted to air out your frustrations.

“Never say that. Never.” You muttered, fiercely, touching your forehead to his. “I have never thought you a bad husband.”

“Only because you are too kind. I will do better, Wife.”

You sigh, knowing it's no use contradicting him. Instead, you pull him in for a kiss, hoping he can hear all you cannot say. The kiss starts to get heated very soon, his hands grasping greedily at your hips. It has been a month since you had the time to do more than just kiss. Time to play one of your games. Both of you crave it, need it.

As you pull apart, you give him a naughty little grin.

"I still broke your rules.”

Harwin chuckles. His eyes have turned dark, pupils blown with lust.

“Dirty girl. Do you want a punishment?”

“Yes, please.” You look up at him, all starry eyed. Perhaps he will tell you to spend the night on your knees, serving him. Or perhaps you will have to obey his every command. Or, if you are very lucky, you will get to peak over and over until you pass out.

Your breath hitches in excitement. You can't wait.

“Over my lap. Hike up your nightgown.”

The words burst your bubble immediately. Your shoulders slumped and you went back to pouting. Spanking was not what you had expected. While the physical side of it was fun, a little pain to go with your pleasure, it always wore you out mentally. There was something about it that left you feeling very vulnerable.

You understood why Harwin did it, though. It was an easy way to put you in your place. Spanking you in such a manner tugged at your subconscious. It was the manner in which children were punished. He doesn’t need harsh words or much pain to force you into submission. In fact, it stings even more when he does so with gentle words. You feel silly, after it. Harwin will coo and call you his good girl, and you will melt for him and do as he says.

"But… But…” You protest, despite knowing it’s useless.

“You thought you would get something else?” Harwin asks, carefully tucking your hair behind your ears. His hands almost swallow your face. It gets you all shy. “My poor wife. Where did all your intelligence go? You know you did a poor job of communicating your needs. Instead of telling me of your loneliness, you threw a tantrum."

“I… Harwin…” You plead, looking up at him. You are not sure what you are begging for. For Harwin to guide you, perhaps. You feel helpless.

“Over my knee.”

Faced with the choice, you cannot bear the thought of disappointing him further. He is right, in a turnabout way. You could have done things different. In another life, a perfect one, you would have knocked the door to his study and asked to talk. You would have sat, like two adults, and told him you were frustrated because you missed him. Instead, you had mixed the games the two of you play with your real anger, turning into a bratty mess.

You want to fix things. To not have to think, anymore. You take off his cloak and fold it neatly. Then, you hike up your nigh shift and lay down on his lap. You rest your hands on the floor, stretching to be able to do so.

“Don't. You could hurt yourself.” Harwin rubbed your arse, gently. Warming you up. Then, without warning, his hand came down. You nearly shrieked. The sting was harsh, yet he seemed unwilling to let up. His hand came down again and again, in the same spot. You knew Harwin, though. Soon, it was not only going to sting. He liked building you up to it.

His hand moves to your other cheek, spanking you with a slightly curved hand. It hurts differently, that way. It allows him to feel the overheated skin, how the flesh wiggles with each impact.

Shame curls around your spine, twisting your stomach. You are still wet. It’s a deeply humiliating feeling. You are unable to think clearly, your mind slow and weary. As if you were treading through molasses.

“I will not make you count, but you have to behave. No trying to get away.” Harwin warned, before spanking you again. This time, you started wiggling your toes in discomfort, fighting the urge to kick and scream.

Your bottom feels already hot and abused, but Harwin is not letting up. You are really starting to hurt. Your vision starts to blur, and you try to grasp at the carpet, fighting to stay afloat. It’s no use, no use at all. Soon you are weeping with all you have.

“Are you going to stop being a good girl for me?” Harwin asks, rubbing soothingly at your shoulder blades. It’s only then that you realize you have been wiggling around, trying to get away from the pain.

“I’m… Har-…Harwin… Sorry.” You blubber, unable to form the sentence right. You want to speak, but you are crying too hard for it. You feel dumb. Look at you, a noble lady with access to the best education Westeros has to offer. You had the best tutors, a Septa all to yourself. An education fit for a Princess. Yet, you can’t create a single sentence, overwhelmed by your feelings.

Too big feelings, Harwin had called them once. You were, after all, a silly girl who needed her husband to guide her. Sometimes, your feelings get the best of you and make you unable to think clearly.

That was why you liked these games. Submitting quieted all the voices in your head. There was nothing except obedience requiring your attention. Harwin made all the tough choices and took care of you, and you could focus on only being.

“You are doing so good.” Harwin whispered, as he rubbed at the already abused skin. You hated how much it made you preen, getting praised. “So good for me. Just a little longer, and we will be done.”

You slump on his lap, defeated. The hits keep raining on your vulnerable behind, and this time you are unable to quiet down. You whine, and weep and scream, but do not move an inch. You are sweating with the effort from keeping still, and there is nothing you want more than to bang your palms against the floor in a fit of rage. But you do not. You keep still and focus on being good for Harwin.

Your mind slows down. There is nothing but the pain, and breathing through it. Like being submerged in syrup, thoughts barely form before sinking heavily. You blink, trying to focus, but are unable to. There is only Harwin.

His smell, his hands so big against you. His warm thighs under your stomach. His erection pressing against you, the way he sounds, excited little inhales at each hit. How he times them, alternating the placement in a predictable two-one count. Reliable. To care for you, hold you down, push you when you need him too.

Time drags on. Perhaps it’s only a few minutes, or perhaps hours pass. You are unable to tell. Harwin lowers you gently to the rug and lays down beside you, careful not to press into your arse.

“How are you?” He asks, tenderly brushing your tears away. You blink up at him, hazily. Still trapped in molasses, the words seem uttered from far away. You sniffle.

Harwin smiles at you. You don’t feel capable of speaking just yet. With great effort, you raise your hand and brush his cheekbone. He leans into your touch.

“I see, I see.” Harwin chuckles, and pulls you closer to him. You go willingly, nearly purring in contentment.

You drift off like that, head on his chest, nestled close to his heart.

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ethereallocs · 1 year

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HOTD Masterlist

Aegon II Targaryen

Such A Good Girl

Aemond Targaryen

My Sapphire Dragon Part 1.

Taste of the Divine Part 1.

Siren Pt 1 maybe…

Siren Pt 2

Daemon Targaryen

Jorrāeliarza Mēre (Dear One) Part 1.

Jorrāeliarza Mēre (Dear One) Pt 2.

Jorrāeliarza Mēre (Dear One) Part 3.

A Sacrifice

Study Buddy Pt 1.

Jacaerys Velaryen

Let Me Show You

Love Unexpected Pt.1

Ser Harwin Strong

Her Bodyguard Chapter 1.

Ser Cristin Cole

Eyes On Me

Eyes On Me Pt.2

Rhaenyra Targaryen

We’re Just Friends Chp 1.

We’re Just Friends Chp 2.

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axelsagewrites · 10 months

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Hey babe❤️

Can you write a soft dom Harwin Strong fic, pleasee?🧎🏻‍♀️

Harwin Strong*Take Care of You

Pairing: Harwin x Princess!reader

Summary: Harwin Strong is in charge of making sure the princess is taking care of and he takes his job very seriously

Word count: 2212

Warnings: soft dom, finger, p in v sex, praise, secret relationship smut 18+

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“You must eat your grace,” his low voice whispered in your ear. The day had indeed been long, starting with a dragon ride before being whisked to meet with various lords and even attending the council with your father.

Harwin was currently escorting you to the other side of the castle as you attempted to track down a particularly troublesome lords’ wife to see if she can talk sense into the man, “I shall eat later,” you said back quietly.

“You have yet to have eaten since breakfast,” he pointed out, keeping his voice low and his eyes straight ahead.

“I will tell you when I am hungry- “

“I’m not asking princess,” Harwin said cutting off your voice and making you stop in your steps to look up at him, “You will eat, and you will do so before you find Lady Beesbury. Understood?”

You glanced to where you noticed Larys Strong watching you before looking back to Harwin with a soft smile, “I suppose a quick supper is in order,” without Harwin you wondered if you would walk till your feet worn down to stubs or forget to eat till you wasted away. you were grateful for his instance as soon as you smelled the kitchens soup, but it did not mean all your tasks for the day were over.

Finally, the sky was dark, and you had been able to excuse yourself to go rest from a long day at court. After escorting you to your chambers, leaving you with a swift kiss to your cheek, Harwin had to go finish his watch for the night with the promise to visit after. However, despite promising to rest you were sat at your desk penning a letter to Dorne that your father had asked you to. You were so wrapped up in your writings you did not hear Harwin enter the room.

When his strong hand gently grabbed your shoulder, the feeling made you jump, your hand jerking and ink splattered on the parchment. “You frightened me!” you scolded him, swatting at his hand with your ink free one before trying to get the ink off of your other hand with a spare cloth.

“You’re supposed to be resting princess,” Harwin said, his voice firmer than usual.

“Its just a letter,” you murmured as you tried to clean up the ink.

Harwin’s hand moved to cover yours, stopping your frivolous attempt to save the letter, “I told you to rest,”

You chuckled lightly before looking up at him with an incredulous look, “I am a princess Harwin, I have responsibilities and duties and- “

“You are my duty, your grace,” Harwin said as he moved to kneel in front of you, taking your hands into his, ignoring how the ink stained his skin, “It is my responsibility to take care of you. I cannot do this if you don’t listen,”

“But- “you tried to protest but Harwin did not listen.

“No buts,” he said, shuffling closer, and moving his hands to rest on your hips. You sighed, your arms moving to dangle over his shoulders as he knelt before you, his head level with your chest and his eyes gazing up at you, “You will listen to me princess. Understood?” you nodded but Harwin just shook his head, “I need to hear you princess. To make sure you know how to listen,”

“Understood,” you whispered, suddenly everything else fading out of importance as you leaned down to kiss his lips softly.

One of his hands moved from your hip to your jaw, holding your face in his large hand. His other squeezed your hip, pulling you forward in your chair to be closer. Your hands slipping into his hair, tugging on the soft locks by the nape of his neck. “Wont you take off your armour ser Harwin? So, we can relax together,” you said breaking the kiss and batting your lashes at your lover.

Harwin nodded silently before standing, never taking his eyes off you. as he stared down at you, his hand still holding your face, you noticed how close he was and if not for his armour you would have reached for his skin already. Harwin only removed his hand to begin stripping off his armour, something he had done so many times it only took minutes for the metal to be laid on the floor beside your chair. Soon he was down to his undershirt and thin undergarments, a sight you had seen many times. “You’re staring,” he said, breaking you from your thoughts as he lifted your chin with two fingers to face him.

“Am I allowed to?” you asked, your eyes flickering from his broad chest to his eyes.

“As long as you behave, princess,” he said before crouching down, his face just an inch from yours, “Are you going to do as you are told?” he whispered, his lips bumping your own.

“Yes,” you whispered, desperate to lean in to close the gap but knowing better.

Harwin chuckled lowly, “Good girl,” he mumbled, butterflies twirling in your stomach, before he closed the gap. The kiss was deeper than before as his hand moved to the back of your neck, the other to your waist to suddenly pull you up from the chair and press you into his body. Your hands moved to the neckline of his shirt, tugging at it desperately as you felt his broad shoulders and firm chest.

When the kiss broke you were breathless as Harwin moved to sit in the chair you had once occupied. “Take off the dress for me,” he said, his voice deeper than before as he watched your cheeks flush. Your hands worked the strings of your dress, desperately trying to get it off. Soon it pooled around your ankle, your shift falling with it, “So pretty,” he murmured as he reached forward to touch your thighs, pulling you closer by the back of them.

Harwin opened his legs, pulling you to stand in the gap so he could gaze up and down your body. His hands went up the back of your thighs to your ass, moving teasingly slow and soft enough to make your skin shiver. He squeezed the soft flesh of your ass before grabbing your hips, pulling you to straddle his lap. You could feel his hard cock through his under garments and almost whimpered when Harwin moved your hips with his hands to grind on it.

He kissed your cheek, then jaw, then down your neck with soft scattered kisses. “Let me take care of you princess,” he whispered as he began to kiss along your collar bones. You found yourself grinding your hips down, desperate for some friction, “That’s it,” Harwin murmured, “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, “More,” you begged softly.

“Be patience princess,” he said, his hands running up your sides before squeezing your breasts softly, “Good things come to those who wait and only good girls get to come,”

“Okay,” you said, your eyes closing as his fingertips began to trace your nipples making them harden under his touch. You could feel the longing in your stomach as you rubbed your slit along his clothed cock, desperate to feel it inside you already.

Harwin gently squeezed your sensitive buds while his lips worked back up your neck, kissing your jaw before lightly sucking your earlobe, “Do you want me?” his voice was husky as his breath fanned your ear.

“Yes,” you whispered, your hips almost bucking at the idea, “I need you Harwin,” was all you needed to say. His hands suddenly moved to your ass again, but you had no time to complain as he stood, holding you against his chest as he did. You yelped slightly, your hands instinctively going around his neck.

Harwin carried you the short distance to the bed, gently laying you down on the soft fabric. Harwin lay over you, kissing your lips softly and one of his hands trailed down your body, exploring it slowly before moving over to hold your cunt. your breath caught as his fingers slowly trailed up your slit. “So wet for me,” he praised, kissing your lips softly.

He continued running his fingers between your folds, fingers ghosting over your clit only making you want him more. Your hands moved to tangle in his hair as your lips moulded together which acted to muffle the moan as his fingers began to tease your entrance. Slowly he pushed two of his fingers in, stretching you out perfectly.

Your hips bucked, desperate for him to speed up, but Harwin wanted to do this right, “Patience,” he chastised again, “If you don’t start listening, I’ll leave,” he warned while his fingers began to curl inside you making you whimper.

This time he moved to kiss around your chest, squeezing one breast with his spare hand. You moaned when you felt his lips secure around your nipple, sucking it softly and teasing the bud with his teeth while he began to trace the other with his finger. You could feel a knot bubbling in your stomach, and it tightened when he moved his thumb to rest over your clit, rubbing slow circles into the sensitive bud. It was hard to keep your moans quiet as he did this.

You could feel your body start to twitch as he continued his painfully slow assault on your cunt. “Please,” you whimpered softly, “I need you,”

“What do you need princess?” Harwin’s voice was hoarse as he pulled away to look in your eyes, “You can tell me,” he said, his fingers still moving inside you. “Use your words,”

“I need your cock,” you said, your voice almost a whine.

Harwin said nothing as he softly kissed your lips, only for a moment, however. You whined when you felt his fingers leave you but gasped as he moved to hover over you, gripping your hips tightly, “You want me?” he asked, his eyes scanning over your body beneath him.

“Yes,” you whined as he pulled down his undergarments, his cock looking painfully hard as it sprung free, “Please,” you whined as he held his cock, running its tip up and down your slit, “I’ll be good I promise,”

Despite already being stretched with his fingers you still gasped when he started to ease his cock into you, his tip already stretching you out. “Shh,” Harwin whispered, his eyes closing tight when he heard your soft moans, “You must be quiet princess, understand?” he asked, opening his eyes as he sunk his cock in deeper. He chuckled slightly when he saw you nod, “So good for me,” he praised, his cock sinking all the way in, “You take me so well,” he said, as he began to pull out only to thrust back in, “So fucking well,” he muttered as he began his repeated thrusts.

He started slowing at first with deliberate deep thrusts. When he felt your cunt squeeze around his cock, he almost lost control as he leaned down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, his hips speeding up as he began to mercilessly fuck your hole.

“Feel so good,” he mumbled against your lips, his hand slipping between your bodies to find your clit, rubbing quick circles into the sensitive bud. He covered your moans with his lips, but it did not stop the tightening in your stomach.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, before starting to scratch down his back as he fucked you into the bed, the headboard beginning to bang into the wall, but Harwin no longer cared. His hands moved suddenly to grab your legs, hoisting them around his waist so he could fuck you deeper, his hand moving back to your clit as soon as he had done so.

You could feel your cunt start to squeeze around him again and the knot threatened to burst. Harwin’s head fell to the crook of your shoulder, nuzzling into your skin. You bit your lip to stop the moans, but you couldn’t stop the loud moan that came from your lips as your orgasm crashed over your body. Harwin’s hand quickly clamped over your mouth to stifle the sounds, but he did not stop his thrusts.

You felt his body tighten above you and heard the stream of obscenities that fell from his lips like a prayer, “Fuck princess I think im gonna- “he groaned as your legs tightened around his hips, pulling him in deeper. Harwin gasped, his eyes squeezing shut, as his body stiffened. You felt his seed fill you up as his movements stopped. For a moment he laid above you before almost collapsing on top of you.

Your legs moved from his waist back to the bed, your hands moving up to stroke his hair softly. Harwin’s breathing was heavy as he regained his sense before moving to lay beside you. “Are you alright princess?” he asked, scanning over your face with concern in his eyes.

“Better than alright,” you grinned, moving to curl into his side. Harwin wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you tight into your side as your head lay on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. He certainly did take care of you.

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Broken bonds

Paring: Ser Harwin Strong/reader

Warnings: Swearing

2.05

When Harwin reaches you, he bows his head so that his forehead is pressing against yours. He tangles one hand in your hair while the other rests against your jaw, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

You stand bare in front of each other for the first time, and instead of pouncing on you like a wild animal, Harwin takes his time savoring this moment as if it were his last night on earth. “Vaella, if we do this,” he says, bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing the tips of your fingers. “There’s no going back. Once I have you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go.”

“Then don’t let me go.”

He dips his head down and kisses you slowly, pulling all the air from your lungs and your senses from your brain. It was wrong and wonderful at the same time. Reluctantly, you lean back until your back is resting against the cold wall to catch your breath. Your eyes trail down his body and linger on his bandaged-up side. Concerned, you say, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Following your gaze, Harwin lets out a soft chuckle. “My sweet princess, you could never hurt me.”

You wake from your peaceful slumber to the sound of your husband's harsh voice echoing from the walls of the hallway outside your bedchamber. “Say it again! Say it again, and I’ll have your head!”

The first thing you see when you swing the door open is your husband being held back by multiple knights. He was trying his hardest to attack Criston Cole, who was smirking despite being covered in blood from the few punches Harwin got in.

“Harwin?”

Hearing your voice Harwin’s violent outburst staggers Wearing nothing but a nightgown, you cross your arms over in an attempt to subtly cover your swollen chest. Cole chuckles when he notices how uncomfortable you are. “My apologies princess. I hope this disagreement didn’t disturb you.”

You turn your back to Criston and retreat back into your bedchamber, giving a polite nod to the other knights as you do. Harwin follows closely behind. When the door is closed behind you, you cup your husband’s flushed face, forcing him to look at you and ask, “What did he do this time?”

Cold had been trying to antagonize your husband for some time. Harwin had been doing well to not let the knight get to him, but something had pushed Harwin too far, causing him to snap.

He kisses your forehead, “I don't wish to upset you by repeating what he said.”

“Please, I cannot help if I don’t know.”

Harwin lets out a deep sigh and sits on the edge of the bed; his eyes are red and heavy-looking. A sad smile floated across your lips. One of the many things you loved about Harwin was how proud and protective he was of his family, but on the flip side, you hated seeing him distressed.

“He referred to you as—” his large hand rubs against your growing bump, “the mother of bastards.”

—

When daylight breaks, you wake up before Harwin or your sons are and decide to take Varos out for a ride before the madness of the day starts. On your way to the dragon pit, you almost walk into the one man you desperately wanted to throttle. He was staring straight ahead, pretending not to see you. Shaking your head, you address him, and without making eye contact, you say, “Ser Criston.”

“Princess. I hope the remainder of your night was pleasant; mine was spent with the maester.”

“I will be frank; my husband’s outburst last night disappointed me.”

“That is understandable.” The smugness on his face was most likely to cause him to think he had caused an issue within your marriage.

“I’m disappointed he didn’t hit you harder.”

“I’m sure the queen will enjoy hearing that.”

You step closer to him. The hallways were mainly empty at this time of the morning, but your voice remained low. “And how do you think the king will react when I tell him you called my sons bastards?”

The knight stares you down. As you start to walk away, Criston smugly says, “Maybe I was talking about Rhaenyra.”

You turn fast and slap him hard across the face. “Being the queen’s pet grants you a small amount of protection, but do not forget yourself. You are not only insulting the king's daughters and grandsons but also the heirs to the throne. And as I recall, you are only in the position you are in now because of Princess Rhaenyra.”

The knight bites back on whatever poison is lingering on the tip of his tongue.

“My husband may have your head, but I will feed you to my dragon if you ever hear you call my sons or nephews bastards again. And from now on, you will speak to my husband with nothing but respect, or I might just have to repeat what you said to the king.”

—

“Muña?” Aerion says, tugging at the bottom of your dress.

“Sorry, sweetling, I was lost in thought.”

Aerion holds his arms up, indicating he wants to be up beside you. When you place him beside you on the bed, he immediately snuggles in beside you. You stroke his soft, dark hair, watching as Vaegon giggles while pretending to fight his father.

While enjoying the moment with your family, you think about Rhaenyra. On your way back from the dragonpit, you decide to take one of the secret passages to avoid running into the queen or Criston, but in doing so, you end up interrupting a private moment between your sister and one of the king's guards.

“Sister, Ser Richard.”

Immediately, they jump apart from one another, breaking the lip lock you discovered them in. Neither of them attempted to look at each other as you walked by, offering them both a genuine smile. You knew how lonely your sister was previously and were glad she had found someone who made her happy.

“Fuck, Vaella, wait!”

“Rhaenyra, keep your voice down,” you huff. “What’s wrong?”

She looks stunned by your question; her gaze moves back to the guard, who is nervously pacing. “Please… I don’t want you to judge me.”

“Sweet sister, I’d never judge you. I know what it is to be in love with someone you shouldn’t. Does he treat you well?”

“Very.” Her eyes glisten as she speaks. “He treats me and my sons well.”

You’re snapping out of your trail of thought when Harwin places his free hand on your forehead. “Are you feeling well?”

“I’m fine; I just started to fall asleep.”

When Harwin sits down next to you, he holds Vaegon’s hands so the boy can jump up and down on the bed without falling. “I’m not surprised; growing a dragon is hard work.”

The smile he gives you makes your heart melt.

“A raven arrived from Harrenal,” he says. “My stepmother has invited us to stay with them for as long as we like.”

With both Harwin and his father living in the house, your husband's stepmother and sisters overlooked Harrenal and its lands. You still felt guilty about moving back to the keep, taking Harwin away from his home lands. “Of course, my love. When do you want to go?”

“In the morning? Give us time to make arrangements for our travel.”

“The morrow is perfect.”

Muña - Mother

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alicent-targaryen · 1 year

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HARWIN & RHAENYRA ▸ House of the Dragon, 1.6

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criminalamnesia · 1 year

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hi how's it going?? can you write an angst fic with a fluff ending with ser harwin strong. where:

harwin is the reader's sworn protector

reader likes him but is yet to confess

rhaenyra beds Harwin despite knowing her sister's attraction towards the man

and like after seeing the birth and resemblance of the third child, Joffrey, to Harwin, the reader has had enough of the pain of seeing that the rumours and indeed true and that they are having an affair she kind of does what laena did and orders her dragon to kill her but was saved by ser criston

but then after that incident despite the care given towards her, she then shares her reason as to why she'd done it to ser criston which was later on heard by harwin and rhaenyra which has pained the both greatly.

which was soon revealed that is really was not unrequited love but the Harwin's fear of being rejected by the reader has blinded his love which became the reason of him bedding rhaenyra.

oh and harwin does try to tell reader his feelings and was cut by queen alicent but the reader did know what he was about to say so they like spent their time trying to gain eavh other's trust back

soooo i dunno if i want them to just be friends as the reader is still hurting after many years or to finally be a couple after many years of pain and longing, uhmmm uo to you iguess.

yesssss kind of a long description but that's what im thinking sooooo if you ever do this thank you OMG!!!

Strangers

warnings: angst, mentions of suicide, suicide attempt, not proofread, she/her pronouns used, no use of y/n

summary: harwin was with rhaenyra, and there was nothing you could do.

author’s note: hiiii so sorry it took me so long to get to this request; college has kept me busy and I haven’t had inspiration to write. this definitely isn’t my best but I just needed to get something out there to try and break through writers block. I hope this is what you wanted :))

“Princess,” the voice of a servant startles you out of your reading. You glance up, finger falling to the word you’d ended on to save your place.

“Yes?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity.

The servant smiled, taking an excited step forward as they spoke again. “Your sister has just given birth. Another boy, they say. She requests your presence immediately.”

“Alright, thank you.” You inhaled deeply, giving a small nod. You moved your finger from the page and gently shut the book. The servant turned and left the room without another word.

Once alone again, you gripped the edge of your desk, knuckles turning white with the force. Rhaenyra’s had another boy with Laenor.

Or so that’s what she would like the keep to believe.

You took another deep breath, releasing the table and smoothing down your skirts. You abandoned your books as you made your way into the corridor. Unsurprisingly, your sworn protector was nowhere to be found.

You didn’t have to ask. You knew where he was, even if you really didn’t want to believe it. You desperately didn’t want to believe it.

Ever since he had been named your sworn protector years ago, you had been in love with Ser Harwin Strong. You had thought he felt the same way– catching stolen glances, subtle touches, longing gazes. But apparently, he hadn’t.

He had grown distant a year after Laenor and Rhaenyra’s wedding. You didn’t understand why. The pair of you had been close– even closer than you were with your own sister.

You had guessed it was because he knew you fancied him, and he didn’t feel the same way. He was trying to but space between the two of you and let you down slowly.

You almost hated him for it.

And then you heard the rumors begin to swirl around. Rhaenyra, bedding another. Harwin Strong, too often at her side.

Harwin missing from his post at your door, or by your side. Rhaenyra sneaking glances at him. Her giggling to you as she spoke of him– oblivious to the fact that you were in love with him.

But you couldn’t say anything– couldn’t confront the heir to the throne. You would ruin her. How could you do that to your sister?

So you sat and watched from afar as the rumors grew and Rhaenyra became pregnant. You had been there at the birth. The boy, a brown-haired beauty.

A coincidence, right? The pair of you had Baratheon ancestors. Perhaps the brown had come from them.

The second child– brown and curly haired.

You could hardly stand it.

And now, a third. You suspected this one would look just like the others.

You made your way to the King’s quarters, hands clasped tightly together in front of you. People nodded to you as you passed, but you paid them no mind.

As you ascended the stairs and rounded the corridor to your father’s rooms, you heard a distinct, snide remark from Alicent.

“Keep trying, Ser Laenor. Sooner or late you might get one that looks like you.”

You fought back a frown as you stepped into the room, plastering a smile on your face.

“Rhaenyra, I’ve just heard. Congratulations.”

Rhaenyra, who had been sitting in a plush chair, smiled up at you. The baby was in her arms, sleeping peacefully. Your father stood proudly behind her, his hand on her shoulder. Laenor gave you a nod before he slipped from the room. Alicent gave a small smile.

“Thank you, sister. Would you like to see?”

“Of course.” You moved towards her, reaching down and gently taking the child into your arms. You looked down at his sleeping face and resisted the urge to cry.

This one was an exact image of his father– Harwin. There was no denying it. The rumors– the painfully obvious rumors– were true.

You cleared your throat, eyes darting back to your sister. “What’s his name?”

“Joffrey,” she replied, giving a small smile.

“I’m sure Laenor is very happy,” you replied.

Rhaenyra nodded.

“As are… others.” You added quietly, earning a frown from your sister.

You held the baby back out to Rhaenyra, who carefully took him back into her arms. She looked up at you, brows furrowed in confusion, but you just shook your head.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m to be at the dragon pit soon.”

“Of course.” Rhaenyra said, but you were already moving swiftly out of the room.

Once far enough away, a tear fell from your eyes. You quickly reached up and brushed it away, aware of the many eyes of the keep. You just had to keep it together until you got to your dragon.

“Princess, are you alright?”

A man called out to you as you passed, but you said nothing. You kept moving, almost jogging as you made your way to the dragon pit.

“Myrax,” you called as you stepped into the dark pit. None of the dragon handlers were to be found. That was for the best.

“Myrax,” you said again, moving towards where you knew her enclosure to be. The darkness of the pit almost felt comforting to you as you made your way to your dragon.

As you entered the large room, you spotted your dragon sleeping soundly. She was curled up on the ground, her breaths coming out in quiet huffs.

You smiled, your pain momentarily forgotten. Your dragon would always bring comfort to you. You moved forward, reaching a hand out to caress her snout.

“Myrax, wake up,” you spoke softly, gently rubbing the dragon’s scales.

Myrax’s eyes blinked open, the large yellow pupils staring right at you. You gave her a small smile, retracting your hand as the dragon rose and stretched.

“I’m not here for a ride, Myrax. I need you to do something for me,” you told her, watching as she looked down at you curiously.

You inhaled shakily, clenching your hands into fists at your sides. You almost couldn’t believe you were doing this.

Your eyes shut tightly, trying to work up the courage. Tears pushed past, flowing freely down your cheeks now. The dragon nudged you with her snout, giving a soft whine.

You almost didn’t want to leave her– it was a horrible thing, to break a dragon’s bond. But you could stand this no longer.

Constantly in Rhaenyra’s shadow. Having to watch from afar as she took the man you loved, as she had children with him, started a family with him. As she laughed with him and pulled him farther and farther away.

As she stole not only the man you loved, but your best friend.

You opened your eyes, taking in a steadying breath.

“Dracarys, Myrax.”

The dragon huffed loudly, her head moving back and away from you. You looked her in the eyes, silently pleading with her.

“Please, Myrax. Dracarys.”

The dragon whined loudly. You shook your head.

“Myrax, please do this for me. Dracarys, please. Dracarys.” You were sobbing, struggling to see the dragon through the tears in your eyes.

The dragon watched you for a moment longer, as if deciding, before reading back, opening her fanged mouth, and–

“No!”

Just as the dragon’s fire left her mouth, a body was tackling you out of the way.

“Princess, what are you doing?!” It was a man’s voice. The one who had spoken to you on your way here. He must have followed you.

He pulled you up from the ground, looking at you with concern. He held your arm tightly– but not enough to hurt. Just enough to be reassuring.

You blinked through your tears, finally able to see the man who had stupidly risked his life to save you.

Criston Cole.

“Why did you do that?” You asked him, pulling your arm from his grasp. He let you without a fight.

“Why did I stop you from killing yourself?” He gave a disbelieving huff, his brows furrowed. “Are you mad?”

“What do you even care?” You spat back, stepping around him and making your way back to Myrax. The dragon had lowered her head again, watching closely. “You hate my family.”

“I do not hate your family, Princess,” he said, which you gave a dry laugh to.

“Oh, alright. Whatever you say.” You reached out to your dragon once more, smoothing a hand down her neck.

“You have always been kind to me. We were friends. I still hold love for you in my heart,” he told you, slowly approaching you as if he was scared he might run you off.

“Besides, you and I share certain… animosities.” He added quietly, and you dropped your hand from your dragon.

He was talking about Rhaenyra.

You turned to face him. He was watching you intently.

“I do not hate my sister,” you said.

“Did I say that?” He replied.

You huffed, moving towards the exit. He stopped you, his hand shooting out to wrap around your wrist.

“Why did you do it?”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. You didn’t owe him any explanations. But he was right– you were friends, once. You were almost as close as he and Rhaenyra had been, before her wedding had happened.

He had kept his distance since then, but you remained civil with him, as he to you.

So that’s why you found yourself suddenly telling him this.

“The child. It’s Harwin’s, I know it. The others, too. I’m tired, Criston. I– he was my closest friend, my sworn protector. You remember? I thought he fancied me, as I did him, but he–”

You stopped yourself, shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter. None of it does. I was just tired, and making a mistake, and you saved me. So, thank you. But all is well now, and I’m going back to my chambers.”

He didn’t try to stop you again. He watched you go in silence, the gears in his mind turning.

—

The news of what had happened in the dragon pit reached the ears of Rhaenyra and Harwin only hours later. They had been sitting in Rhaenyra’s rooms when the man walked by, speaking too loudly to be a coincidence about what had occurred.

Rhaenyra and Harwin had shared a glance, and without another word, Harwin was moving out of the room and heading straight for your quarters.

When he reached the door, it was ajar. You were sitting at your desk, nose deep in a book. You didn’t look up as the door creaked open wider.

“Oh, thank you Lyla. I appreciate you getting me the tea–”

You looked up then, your words stopping at once. The presence beside you had not been your handmaiden, but Harwin Strong.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, quickly turning back to your book. You hadn’t spoken to him in days– there was no reason he should be here. Especially now that his third son had been born.

“I heard about the dragon pit,” he said.

You didn’t look up, but your heart skipped a beat. How had he heard about that?

“You don’t know anything,” you told him, playing it off as you tried to go back to reading your book.

His hand came down to gently rest on your shoulder, and you stiffened.

“I know what happened, Princess. And I know why.”

You sat there, suddenly frozen. Who had told him? Criston? Criston hated him, why would he–

“You know nothing,” you said again, moving to close your book.

“Princess, please,” he said, his voice full of worry. His hand moved from your shoulder to your chin, gently taking it to make you look at his face. “I know.”

You took a deep breath. You didn’t want to have this conversation with him. You didn’t want to even look at him, in this moment. You didn’t want his pity, his comforting words. You wanted none of it.

“Leave, Ser Harwin.” You told him. The man didn’t move.

“Leave.” You said again, sterner this time. You pushed his hand away from your face. He still didn’t move.

You were standing now, pushing at his chest. “I said leave! Go!”

He still didn’t budge– just looked down at you with worry and hurt.

“Get out! Harwin, leave!” You cried, hitting his chest. You hands clanged harmlessly on his armor.

He took your wrists into his hands and pulled you into his chest. You sobbed freely now, giving in to the gesture. There was nothing you could do to make him leave. He had always been stubborn.

“I’m sorry, Princess. I- I didn’t know.” He was speaking to you softly as he held you close. “You didn’t say anything, and Rhaenyra was there, and I– I didn’t know.”

You sniffled, shutting your eyes tightly. Harwin released your wrists to wrap his arms around your middle. You didn’t reject the embrace.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, and you knew he meant it.

“This can’t be fixed,” you told him. He nodded, sighing sadly.

“I know,” he whispered. “But I’d like to try.”

You said nothing for a moment, swallowing down the rest of your tears, before slowly nodding.

“You can try.”

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