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we could've had all THIS and more, so i'll be forever bitter abt it

Ser Harwin “Mama Duck” Strong with a collection of ducklings that follow him around anywhere they can in The Red Keep, asking him question and telling him stories and following him and not realizing that sometimes they’re not going anywhere in particular because he’s started to meander aimlessly to let the little ducklings get more time.

Ser Harwin "Mama Duck" Strong

Lil baby boy Jace wanting to go see Balerion’s skull but not wanting to bug Rhaenyra and Laenor so he’s tugging on Ser Harwin’s cloak, asking if he can go with him to see the Black Dread and Harwin just scooping him up with one arm and taking him down to where it’s kept, telling him stories about the castle and secret passageways as they take their time getting there.

you came. you called. [modern harwin/rhaenyra]

02:13 [SMS TO BREAKBONES]: SOS

02:13 [SMS TO BREAKBONES]: i know its your night off but

02:14 [SMS TO BREAKBONES]: i cant find laena or ali and the partys getting bad

02:17 [SMS TO BREAKBONES]: shit nvm ignore this sorry

02:17 [SMS TO BREAKBONES]: ill be fine

02:18 [SMS FROM BREAKBONES]: 5 minutes.

“Shit shit shit.” Maybe it was the room temperature jungle juice that had settled poorly on an empty stomach or maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t been able to find the girls for the last half hour no matter how many rooms she’d checked. But her head had been a little fuzzy and she’d felt that anxious itch the longer she made her way through crowded spaces full of unfamiliar faces and she’d done the only thing she could think of. Her cry for help to the man who’d been her shadow for the last two years thanks to her father. The only reason she’d managed to get to a party on Greek row at KLU was because it was his night off and now she’d gone crying to him like a scared little girl. And the second she’d done it she’d been left with a sickening feeling of embarrassment.

Phone clutched tight in her hand, Rhaenyra elbowed her way through the crowd of coeds, drinking and dancing and actually enjoying their night. Her eyes scanned the room like she’d been doing since Laena disappeared to dance with some guy from the rugby team. Alicent had been gone even longer and she was hoping to stumble upon her. Instead, she spotted a familiar figure shouldering his way into the house, glancing around with a determined look in his eyes.

Harwin Strong had walked through the door, towering a head taller than most of the other guys there. And when his eyes finally landed on her, it only took a moment for him to cross the room to where she stood frozen. Heat crept up her neck and cheeks as he stopped in front of her, another wave of embarrassment at having called him for a rescue like the damsel in distress. And the heat stayed as he bent his head, lips close to her ear to be heard over the music as he asked, “Are you okay?”

Rhaenyra nodded, trying not to think about the color in her cheeks or the way her stomach had somersaulted at his voice. Harwin had been her personal bodyguard for the past two years, her shadow ninety percent of the time at her father’s insistence. She liked to think they’d become friends over that time but this was something else entirely. She was used to him in the neatly pressed suits that were his uniform, his hair pulled back into a tight bun, his expressions always just a bit guarded. All of that was gone tonight. His curls hung loose, a little damp and falling into eyes that were tinted with what she thought might be concern.

“You came,” she said after a beat, the words stumbling out with almost a touch of surprise before she could stop them. She wasn’t sure why. Nothing in their history gave her any reason why she should doubt he’d be there when she needed him.

“You called,” was his reply, given without hesitation as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. His gaze on her softened a touch as his hand found its place between her shoulder blades. The touching was guiding, maneuvering her through the crowd of people, not demanding but reassuring. “C’mon, Nyra. Let’s find your friends and then you can tell me what you’ve been up to at that greasy spoon in Blackwater that you love so much.”

She felt a grin pull at her lips as they went, the anxiousness of before melting away with him right behind her.

Headcanon that Harwin was standing guard outside Rhaenyra’s chambers when she went into labor with Jacaerys. And the second he heard the first screams of pain from childbirth he was busting through door with a look of slight panic and concern, demanding the maesters and midwives do something to help her even though they all repeatedly reassured him that everything happening was normal. So when she was close to her due date for Lucerys, Harwin was sent on patrols around Kings Landing in hopes of keeping him distracted and from causing another scene that made him seem too much like a nervous father instead of a sworn shield.

RYAN CORR'S FILMOGRAPHY

"You have your honor and I have mine."

Harwin Strong is the Eddie Munson of Kings Landing

#I said what I said

okay but like I need an au where Harwin comes walking through the front doors at Dragonstone like Aragorn showing up at Helms Deep, a couple new burn scars, looking a little worse for wear, but ready to protect his princess and children and figure out who tried to burn him alive like a little bitch

no grave can hold my body down

Harwin Strong lives and finds his way back to his princess.

Rhaenyra had been in the midst of a restless sleep when the guards had come to her chambers in the hours before dawn but the news of an unknown boat spotted on the shores of Dragonstone had a knot of panic filling her stomach. She'd been quick to throw a dressing gown on over her shift, the rest of her modesty be damned. Her footsteps echoed through empty halls as she made her way down to the main hall, the young guard who'd come to her having no more information than what he'd told her at first. A million possibilities went through her mind as she pushed sleep further and further away. And each one of those fled from her mind once she came to stand in the Great Hall of the Stone Drum.

Her heart caught in her throat at the sight of the man standing there, hood still raised and hand resting on the hilt of a sword as the tourney knights of Dragonstone eyed him. They did not know him but she would've recognized the figure anywhere in the world. He'd been her shadow for the better part of a decade, the companion who'd kept her off the ledge time and time again when pushed to the limits by the people at court. And after the raven that she'd received three days earlier, she'd thought she'd never see him again.

The hood was pulled back and that familiar smile greeted her, the same he'd given her when he'd first held Joffrey in her chambers two moons past, and every ounce of decorum left her. This was Dragonstone - her castle, her home, and if any one of the people here chose to whisper about her she'd deal with it herself. For now, there was no thought in her mind other than pure and utter relief as she ran across the cold stone floor and launched herself into his arms.

Harwin caught her without any issue, strong arms that had held her time and time before wrapping around her with a comfort she'd been desperately missing. He wore no armor, just a wool doublet that made it easy to feel the warmth of him against her. Her face buried itself in his neck, breathing in the smell of him, that earthy scent that had once lingered on her sheets in the Red Keep long after he'd left for his post and comforted her in the early hours of her mornings. She breathed it in in deep gasps, wanting to have it surround her and ground her and make her truly believe this was real.

"Come now, princess, I haven't been gone that long," were words mumbled against her hair, a gentle teasing in his low rumbling voice that brought a watery smile to her lips. A short laugh broke through the sobs that had been wracking her body and he held her a little tighter.

"I thought you were dead," was her reply, finally feeling her feet reach the ground as he set her down. She looked up at him, finally seeing his face properly. His eyes were tired and there were new lines on his face that seemed to age him a bit. And when she spotted the healing burns peeking under his collar, she felt her blood go cold as the stories she'd been told bled into the reality before her. "Word came that the fire at Harrenhal had taken both you and your father and I -"

A warm hand cradled her face and stopped her words, his forehead bending to press against hers. "It'll take more than cowards with torches to kill me, more than Harren's curse to keep me from you and the boys. The Stranger himself will have to come and drag me away if the gods decide it's my time to go."

Her lips found his, any witnesses be damned and a happiness she hadn't dreamed of filling her the longer she stood in his arms. "He'll face the fury of us both and have to face down Syrax if the gods wish to take you from me again. I won't have you gone from my side again. Your place is here, as it always has been and always will be."

"As my princess commands."

not me starting to ship cregan and harwin too

okay but modern bodyguard Harwin dropping Rhaenyra off after an event and walking her up to her apartment door and everything but then she looks up at him and asks for help with the zipper on her dress and he’s just barely holding onto that last thread of self control with each new millimeter of skin exposed

Ser Harwin was like 5 minutes on House of Dragon and left an entire fandom in shambles and thirsty for good.

Let

that

sink

in.

RYAN CORR + whatever the fuck this dance is

Outlaws ( 2017 ) The Secrets She Keeps ( 2022 ) House of the Dragon ( 2022 )

so like thinking of making the Harwin Lives AU into a series because that would be great so i'm coming up with scenes to write

the boys reuniting with Harwin

him and Jace talking about the truth of him being their father

Harwin and Rhaenyra having a special reunion alone

his "surprise bitch" moment, coming to court with Rhaenyra and surprising Larys and Alicent (maybe Driftmark, maybe something else)

Harwin being there for the fight between Aemond and the others

discussion between Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Harwin discussing the new marriage plans

Lil Jace and Luke practicing with training swords at Dragonstone, doing their best while the new master-at-arms tries to figure out how much the kids now when Harwin comes strolling into the yard and calls out a piece of advice and as soon as the boys hear his voice their shouting in excitement and practically knocking him to ground as they attack him with hugs.

And of those three, Harwin was the one to both let her do as she pleased that night and not try to control her or tell her what she needed to do or manipulate her as well as being the one to give her comfort and happiness and companionship for the decade following her wedding.

It just struck me how all three of the men Rhaenyra would have relations with were seen during that single fateful night out on the streets of Kingslanding: Daemon, Ser Harwin and Criston Cole. Must have been an exhilarating experience for her.

My favourite respectful dynamic in HotD?

Daemon and Harwin.

They both loved the same woman, but they did it ‘respectfully’. In this essay I will…

Harwin saw who Rhaenyra was with, out in Kingslanding, and it was enough for him to know she was alright, taken care of. Neither was he upset, simply amused at their shenanigans.

Immediately after, they nodded at each other in acknowledgment

The way Daemon asked to dance with Rhaenyra at the wedding was respectful

Harwin responded just as respectfully, even if he didn’t like it

How Daemon talked about Harwin with Rhaenyra on the beach. There’s no other way to put it, other than RESPECT. “I understand he was quite devoted to you”. “At least I am allowed to mourn my losses”. I will forever love Daemon just for these words.

Just look at it, it's almost tender 🥺

it’s missing harwin strong hours 🥺