Gwayne Hightower And His Targaryen Niece Return To Kings Landing!
Gwayne Hightower and his Targaryen niece return to Kings Landing!

Gwayne bringing his sweet niece back to the Red Keep, only now she holds the title of his wife - of the Lady of Oldtown. Whispers and murmurs follow the couple as they walk through the keep, all aware of the more than scandalous marriage that had taken place.
He feels a warm feeling settle across his chest as his niece clings to him, her frame pressed into his side. Gwayne is more than happy to play the protector.
The Royal Family watching the couple walk into the throne room, only to be stunned at the sight of a small bundle being cradled in the young princess’s arms. They had received no word of the birth of the next Lord of Oldtown, and yet, here he was.
Gwayne proudly presenting his little son to the room, the tufts of red hair atop his head a clear indication of his lineage.
Alicent looking on at her daughter in shock and sorrow, her heart breaking as both of her daughters have now truly left her. She didn’t even get to attend this daughter’s wedding, and now her grandchild’s birth had been taken from her too.
Aegon is so pleased to see his younger sister again and doesn’t hold back on teasing her and her new husband. Aegon dislikes his own family greatly and he feels some relief in knowing his kindhearted younger sister has been spared from the worst of their infighting.
Otto is disgruntled by the babe and disapproves of his son’s actions, though there is nothing he can do. Gwayne takes great pleasure in knowing he has out-manoeuvred his father for once, leaving him no way to alter the situation.
Gwayne and his niece taking their son to sit in the gardens, relaxing under the trees as the babe cuddles up to his mother. He can’t help but feel contented with his little family, his own wife and a son who he can raise better than he was himself. As he watches his niece coo at their son, the knight resolves then and there to give her as many red-headed babes as she desires.
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rafe experiences the comfort of a mother
synopsis: rafe appears on his girlfriend’s doorstop, badly burnt and in need of care and affection



Rafe stood in front of the guest room, body stiff and hand frozen against the wooden door. He wanted to knock, he really did, and yet he was hesitant. Only the day before had the couple fought, screaming and shouting until both were out of breath. Rafe had watched his sweet girl leave with teary eyes and he’d felt bad, his heart twisting as she had slammed the door in his face. It was the same door he finally knocked on after realising he’d been motionless for too long. The rap of his knuckles echoed and for a moment, he wondered if she wouldn’t answer the door at all, until a creak sounded. Rafe raised his gaze to see his girlfriend standing in front of him, her fists rubbing the sleep away from her eyes.
“R-rafe? What are yo-”, she began to ask, voice heavy with tiredness, the hour late. It wasn’t until she looked at him properly that she paused, taking in his entire state. Rafe was standing there, clutching his arm to his chest protectively. It wasn’t the childlike pose that caught her eye though, no - it was the way Rafe’s eyes were filled with unshed tears and his bottom lip wobbling ever so subtly.
“Are you ok?” She asked gently, as if she were talking to their son. Rafe could only shake his head side to side, slowly pulling his arm away. At the sight of the red and blistering flesh, she gasped loudly, “Oh my god! What happened?”.
“I-uh, I got into some trouble,” Rafe responded timidly, full of shame and in pain.
“Come here,” his girlfriend said, gently ushering him into the guest room, “sit down. Have you cleaned this?” She asked. Again he shook his head, leading her to hum lowly. “Ok, I’ll need to clean it. Gimme a sec.”
Rafe sat on the bed patiently as he took in the room. He’d never been in there since she began sleeping in there, now taking in all the little trinkets she had lying around. He had been trying to get her to move back into his room but she still refused, and the pair used the nursery as a mutual zone.
His musings were cut off by a gentle voice questioning him.
“What happened Rafe?”
“It’s nothing, just an accident, you know?” Rafe grumbled out as she began to wet antiseptic pads in front of him. She looked up at him, gaze incredulous.
“This is bad, Rafe. You don’t just get something like this accidentally! You said you got into trouble before - what did you mean by that?” She questioned. Rafe sighed, having underestimated just how much she would question him, but he should’ve expected that, he thought to himself. When he didn’t answer, she began to clean his arm.
The sharp stinging sensation that travelled through him as the antiseptic touched his burn made Rafe jump, his voice exclaiming in shock. It was that sudden pain that caused the unshed tears in his eyes to spill over, and it was like once he started he couldn’t stop. All his pain and worries spilled out of him, the tears streaming down his face.
“Oh baby, it’s ok, come here,” he heard her say, cleaning forgotten as she pulled his head into her chest. Whenever she had comforted Rafe in the past, this had been his favourite position, curled up against her chest and having his hair stroked. So she did just that, soothing his heaving sobs with each pass through his hair. “It’s ok Rafe, you’re ok here baby. I’ve got you, ok? Breathe, Rafe.”
He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, his sobs wetting the fabric of the tank top she wore. He’d almost completely exhausted himself by the time his sobs stopped, only able to breathe deeply now. It was then his muffled voice could be heard, “it was Barry.”
He felt her stiffen before she tentatively probed further. “Barry, your dealer?”
At the feeling of him nodding, she pulled him away from her chest. Her voice was stern, as if she was talking to a small child,
“Rafe, why is your dealer burning you? What did you do?”
He looked up at her, eyes wide and rimmed with red. He looked just a like their son, she thought, his features so innocent and needy.
“I-I couldn’t pay him back in time… I tried, I really did, but I had this thing and I couldn’t get it all there in time, and I said- I said to him I would get it bu-but he didn’t care,” Rafe began to ramble, his voice pleading with her to understand him. He had been trying to do better, for her - for his family. He watched her sigh, before she returned to clean his wound in silence. Rafe wanted to speak, to explain himself more but he didn’t know what to say, and the idea of her disappointed gaze upon him once more sealed his lips. The feeling of her fingers smoothing a burn cream over his wound tenderly had him curling back into her chest.
She began to card her fingers back through his blonde locks, feeling Rafe relax against her. When he was upset he would be one of two ways: angry and reactive, or clingy and touch-starved. Today, it was clear he was the latter. She couldn’t bare to leave him alone like this, and so she gently whispered,
“Come here baby, let’s get you into bed, ok?”
Rafe pulled away, his eyes wide as he looked up upon her face.
“Here?”
She nodded and began to pull the covers away, creating a space for him to shuffle in. Rafe allowed himself to be guided under the quilt and he couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling of her fingers tenderly brushing his messed-up strands away from his forehead. As he made space for her beside him, Rafe watched his girlfriend pull away from the bed.
“Nononono-” he began to mutter, only to be cut off. His hand was outstretched pathetically to try and keep her by his side, scared to be alone.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok. I’m just going to the nursery. I thought you’d want him to stay with us tonight,” she soothed, watching surprised as Rafe shook his head in response.
“No, let him sleep. Just c’mere,” he mumbled, dragging her into his side and under the blankets. Within seconds Rafe had found his position for the night, curled up into her side, his head resting on her chest once more. He was so sullen and quiet as he listened to her heartbeat, hands clutching at her waist.
“Goodnight Rafe,” she uttered sleepily, the events of the night catching up to her.
“I love you,” he said quietly, his voice muffled against her chest. He didn’t say it often, preferring to show his love for her through actions, but she always knew it. With a soft kiss against the crown of his head, she echoed those words back to him, before slipping into unconsciousness,
“I love you too, baby.”
ok! fans of the high school gf au - do we like it in rafe’s perspective only, or would you prefer me writing it with the gf/your perspective???
hi girl, not to pressure but do you have any idea of when the second part of "Blessing in Disguise" will come out? the first part was amazing and im so curious of reading the second ❤️
hi! probably within the next couple of days!
Headcanons: Gwayne Hightower

(written with wife!reader, but with no physical descriptors)
No doubt about it, that man loves to eat pussy. He enjoys the act itself but it’s really about getting to watch his wife writhe and whimper under his tongue, his ministrations having her hips jerking off the bed. He has to hold her down with his forearms so he can keep enjoy his meal. He loves to slowly add in a slender finger one at a time, curling them up against the spongy sensitive walls to push against that special spot.
Gwayne enjoys getting head, but only once he’s trained up his wife to his standards. He has to coach her to not gag, to let his heavy cock sit in her throat. He doesn’t like to make his pretty wife cry though, and he’s always letting her take his cock at her own pace. Oh he’d be crazy for eye contact too, always having to lock gazes as he cums.
If he’s on top, he either chooses missionary (again, eye contact) or he mounts his wife like a stallion and fucks her from behind. Gwayne loves to press his entire body weight up against her, chest pressed against her back. He presses her body into the bed until she can’t move, only able to let him thrust into her hard and deep. He’d probably get a kick out of it if his wife begins to try and escape from the pleasure, and he can just press into her further.
Ok but truly I believe Gwayne would love if his wife is on top. She’s not in charge though, but he enjoys having her above him. He’s a bit lazy sometimes and enjoys the reprieve. He’s got his pretty wife riding him slowly, his hands dragging her hips up and down and back and forth. He’s still in control and he guides her movements, and he just loves to sit up and be face to face with his girl, mouthing at her full breasts as she begins to tremble in his grasp.
Gwayne won’t leave his girl unsatisfied. Minimum of two orgasms each round. I don’t make the rules, sorry. He just loves to hear the sweet, sweet sounds as his wife reaches her climax, her body clinging to him.
Breeding kink!!! Man loves the thought of his little wife carrying his child and having little red-headed babes running around Oldtown. He’s pushing his cum back inside of her with his cock, staying inside all night to seal her up.
I don’t think he’s into exhibitionist stuff or doing it in public. He respects his wife too much and doesn’t really want any scandals tbh. The maids getting to hear the noises from their chambers is enough.
The only time he decides to make a point is when he and his wife visit the red keep. His nephew’s gazes linger for too long on his wife, their eyes shining with lust. Aegon even tries to approach her, but Gwayne intervenes. That night he leaves their chamber door slightly ajar, knowing the boys reside down the hall. He’s got his wife squealing and thrashing in pleasure as he makes her cum over and over again, never giving her a moment of calm. He knows without a doubt that the Princes will hear, and he bares a smug grin the next morning as he sees his nephews as they break their fast. Aemond can’t even look at him properly, but Aegon just grins and raises his glass to his uncle.