#jacerys valeryon x reader

[its-vannah]

Question...? | Jacaerys x Reader

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this, to the point that there's another authors note at the end. Love y'all! Enjoy!

Warnings: Arranged marriage, mentions of infidelity, use of the words "whore" and "prostitute", unhappy bethrothal, angst, fluff

Midnights Masterlist

Before arriving at Dragonstone, your sister took you aside and sat you down in your chambers, smoothing out the front of your dress as if you were still a child in need of constant care.

Taking a deep breath, she sat beside you, placing a hand on your cheek, "My Y/N..."

A small, timid smile appeared on your face. But you wouldn't meet her eyes. You couldn't. A piece of you felt betrayed by what she had done just days prior. Giving your hand away without a word.

By the way

"Before you leave for Dragonstone, there's some things I need to share with you," She explained, "Some things you may not want to hear, but should."

You nodded halfheartedly, "Yes, Aurely?"

Have to say

"The prince will expect certain things from and of you. Things you may not be prepared for."

Shaking your head, you smiled at her, laying your hand atop of hers, "Sister, mother has already been over this. The ceremony, what happens after the ceremony... How fast I need to be with child. I know."

I just may like some explanations

Releasing a shaky breath, your sister shook her head, "No, Y/N, other things. Things mother wouldn't dare share with you."

Raising a brow, your smile faltered, "Is it something bad?"

"It's not good."

You urged her to continue, "Go on."

"It's common for men to take on other women in addition to their wives. Whores, as they're called. They could be noble women, servants, commoners, even prostitutes. Even your closest friends."

Your shoulders fell, "He could be different, Aurely."

She shook her head, "Most men aren't."

"But what about Robert? He treats you well."

She laughed, "He treats his whores better."

Your eyes went wide, "I'm sorry, Aurely, I didn't know."

Fuckin' politics and gender roles

"Everyone knows, they just don't discuss it. Because it's not meant to be discussed. I wish someone had warned me before I was wed, but they didn't. So I'm telling you now. Keep your head up and mouth shut."

"You can't possibly expect me to do that."

Staring into your eyes, she gripped your shoulder, "You will. For the sake of your marriage, you will."

"It isn't much of a marriage without loyalty and trust. How am I supposed to trust my husband when he's sneaking off every night?"

"You're not."

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Your meeting with Prince Jacaerys had gone as expected. Awkwardly.

After introducing yourselves, you took a quiet walk through the garden, the two of you talking about the weather and your families. Nothing terribly personal. Nothing a man would ask his fiance, and nothing a woman would ask hers.

Good girl, sad boy

You couldn't get a good read on him. He looked sad, but he had a level of confidence you couldn't match. He was sure of himself, and it showed.

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That night, a ball was planned in honor of your engagement. After spending hours getting ready, your mother making sure everything was in place, the doors into the great hall opened.

Guests piled in, lord's and ladies, nobility, and knights.

Not long after, you made your entrance, a gentle smile on your face as you moved to sit beside Jacaerys at the long dining table.

She was on your mind

He nodded kindly to you, and for a split second, you thought he was coming around. But the longer the dinner went on, the more you realized that his attention wasn't on you, but the woman at the end of the table.

It was one drink after another

She was dressed in red, the color of blood, and her long dark hair cascaded down her back. She was beautiful. And whenever he caught her eye, he bowed his head and looked away, draining his glass of wine.

With some dickhead guy

Even when the two of you were supposed to be dancing, solely focused on one another, his eyes were glued to her. But she wasn't even looking his way. She was dancing with another. And when she did return his gaze, regret was plastered on her face.

There was something you were missing that had happened between the two of them, but you didn't know what. And you were hesitant to ask. But you had always been curious, and it always got the best of you.

It was only when he stopped dancing all together for a moment that he realized you had followed his gaze. And your heart broke.

Fuckin' situations, circumstances

Pulling away, you excused yourself and quickly exited the hall, ignoring the stares of the people you passed on your way out. This wasn't about them. They weren't a part of this marriage.

Making your way to your guest chambers, you hastily opened the door, closing it softly behind you. You had heard the sounds of slamming doors your whole life—you refused to stop that low.

Just barely yourself together, you could hardly breathe. Struggling to unlace your dress, you spent a few minutes unraveling the string until it hung loosely over your body.

Slipping it off, you were in the middle of untying your corset when you heard a soft tapping at your door.

Hesitant to open it, you inched towards the door, slowly twisting and pulling the handle open to peer out the door.

Standing before you was Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. A look of sadness on his face as he gazed down at you through his lashes, "Lady Y/N, I've come to apologize. May I come in?

"I'm not sure that's appropriate. There'd be talk."

"We're to be wed, there'll be talk regardless."

Accepting his words, you pulled the door open, stepping to the side.

Still standing in your half fastened corset and underdress, you felt bare before him. But according to your mother and sister, he'd see you like this soon enough. So you didn't bother covering up.

"I'm sorry for my actions, my Lady. It was wrong of me to look elsewhere. My attentions should have been solely on you. And from this day on, they will."

You could tell he was sincere, but you had questions. Questions you didn't want to go unanswered.

Can I ask you a question?

"May I ask you something, Prince Jacaerys?"

He nodded, "Please, call me Jace."

Sitting down on the edge of your bed, you pat the spot beside you, "Come, sit."

"I'm not sure this is appropriate."

You raised a brow, "You're already in my chambers unchaperoned, and I am hardly clothed. I think we're past the point of what is and isn't appropriate."

Accepting the truth, he sat beside you, "What would you like to know?"

"Have you ever been in love?"

He shook his head, "I can't answer that."

It's just a question

"But you can. And you will if you wish to earn my respect."

If Aurely could see you know, she'd have your head. But she wasn't here, and neither was your mother.

After a long pause, he nodded, "Yes."

"With the girl—at the ball?"

Half-moon eyes, bad surprise

His head hung in defeat, "Yes."

You shook your head in response, "What's her name?"

Jace's eyes sprung open, "You don't plan on harming her, do you?"

I just may like to have a conversation

"No, Jace, I don't. I just wish to know more about you. You may never love me, and I you, but I want to know what love feels like. Even if I'll never have it."

"Her name is Sara Snow," He said, "She married into a wealthy family. I met her in the gardens of Driftmark."

"Tell me about her."

He glanced over at you, "This doesn't upset you?"

"We're past that point, Jace."

He sighed, "She was beautiful. That was the first thing I noticed about her. Her beauty. She may not have come from a high family, but she was graceful. Around others, at least. She was... Passionate. Born from fire, I used to tell her. She wouldn't take no for an answer."

"How long were you with her?"

"Three years. Whenever I had the chance to be with her, I was. I couldn't stay away. It's like she grabbed me and didn't let go. And I didn't want her to."

You nodded, "When was the last time you were with her?"

Did you realize out of time?

"A day before I found out about our betrothal. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I was unloyal to you."

Miscommunications and I

So your sister had been wrong. About the physical aspect, at least. Emotionally, his heart still yearned for her.

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?

"How did she take it?"

Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh

He left out a breathy laugh, but he didn't find what he was about to say funny, "She couldn't have cared less. She was wed two days later. I hadn't known she was betrothed."

Do you wish you could still touch her?

"Do you miss her?"

And you're not sure and I don't know

"Yes. No. I think so. Yes. It hurts like hell. But I can't do anything about it. I'm betrothed, she's married. And I honor myself with being loyal."

"I'm sorry, Jacaerys," You said, returning to formalities, "I'm sorry that I'm not Sara Snow."

We had one thing going on

He shook his head, "I'm glad you're not like her."

"In what way?"

I swear that it was something

He sighed, "You're sincere about what you say. You care. And that's easily noticed. It's what will make you a good Queen."

"Thank you, my prince."

The two of you were silent for a moment, and then he turned to you, "It will take time, Y/N, but I don't think I'll harbor love for Sara forever. I think, given time, I will grow to love you not only as a wife, but as a friend. But I need your patience. I'm..."

"Healing?" You finished, finally meeting his eyes.

A sigh of relief washed over him, "My thoughts exactly."

Rising from the bed, he extended a hand to you, "Shall we return to the ball?"

You looked down at your clothes, "I'm not sure it's acceptable to go back as I am."

"I could help you, if you'd like."

"Are you sure?"

Jace picked your gown up off the floor, placing it on the side of the bed, "Certain."

Then what did you do?

He carefully laced up your corset, his fingers gliding a long the ribbons as he criss crossed them, tying it at the bottom.

Turning you to face him, he slipped your gown back over your head, pulling your arms through one at a time before smoothing it down over you.

"Beautiful."

But one thing after another

Your heart fluttered at his comment, but you calmed your nerves, reminding yourself of his words: this will take time.

A color I have searched for since

Gazing up at his brown eyes, his hands stayed at your waist for a moment

Painted all my nights

Your mother had always told you that she found a sense of comfort in deep brown eyes, and until now, you hadn't understood why. But it all made sense now. That color was everything to you from that point on. Because it was his.

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The day of your wedding came, and although there was still a ways to go, you and Jace had come far in your friendship.

'Cause I don't remember who I was before you

Instead of seeking other friends to speak to about everyday topics, you sought out one another, eagerly filling each other in on what happened throughout your days with a smile. Now you were working on building your relationship with each other, which neither of you feared anymore.

So now, as you stood with your finger intertwined, finshing your vows, you accepted your future with Jace gladly.

Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room

He leaned into kiss you, and you met him halfway, softening in his embrace.

But fifteen seconds later they were clapping too?

The only thing that broke you apart was the eruption of clapping from your guests, who were smiling and raising their glasses to the new couple, the future King and Queen of the seven kingdoms.

Does it feel like everything's just like second best after that meteor strike?

From that point on, you were Jace's sole focus. To him, everything else came after you and your happiness.

(I remember)

Years later, you still remembered what he told you that night.

But tonight

Under the night sky, he looked at you and, tucking a strand of hair behind you ear, smiled, saying, "I think it's happening."

"What is?" You questioned, turning to face him.

Got swept away in the gray

"I'm falling in love with you," He said, "I guess it happened faster than I had planned."

"That's the thing about love, Jace. You can't plan it."

He nodded and, with a smile, leaned into your embrace. Jace had fallen for you, and you for him. That was something that could never be taken away.

That you saw that night

After breaking away, you gazed up at him, "And Jace? I'm falling in love with you, too."

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A/N: In so many books, movies, and shows these days, love is shown as something that happens in an instant. Often times, we expect for love to happen at the snap of a finger. But not all love is instant. In this fic, you and Jace fall for each other slowly, and are still actively falling for each other by the end. As much as I love fast love tropes, it's important to remember that sometimes, the things that take the longest wind up being the best.

Thank you all for your support in this series. It means the world to me to read your comments and see how much y'all are enjoying it. Stay safe and love y'all!

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[achaoticeternal]

— 𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺

various house of the dragon character x reader

aemond, aegon ii, & jacerys

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥:

✧ despite his general brooding, stoic, and taunting personality       - he is still babygirl

✧ obviously he’s not going to sleep with his eye patch on, but he used to be very scared that it would scare you to see him without it if you woke up in the middle of the night. but after some serious convincing on your end,   he got over it

✧ he usually wakes before you and steals a few minutes for himself to simply admire you. even if you had an arranged marriage, he had grown surprisingly fond of you.

✧ when you finally woke, he’d speak soft phrases to you — “good morning, my lady...” “did you rest well?” “there is no greater victory to be had than us simply being together.”

𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘪:

✧ everynight, you and aegon slept together in a tangle of tangle of limbs after falling asleep after your late night activities (wink wink)

✧ aegon rarely, if ever, woke before you - so most mornings, you would cradle his head to your chest, gently stroking his blond hair till he woke. 

✧ upon waking, he’d meet your gaze with the softest, boyish grin that made your heart flutter and dismiss the parts of him that would anger you.

✧ but even after fleeting moments of simplicity and softness, aegon would tease you about the hickies scattered across your body or the wanton moans he elicited from you the night before. 

𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴:

✧ by far the biggest sweetheart on this list [and a little shy guy]

✧ he naturally curls into your frame as you sleep, always wanting to be close

✧ it’s always a coin toss for who will actually wake up first, but you always manage to fall into the same routine

✧ if jace wakes up first, he’ll gingerly detangle his legs from yours and pull your chest into his, being the big spoon. he’ll trace little shapes onto any exposed skin and gently pepper you with kisses until you wake

✧ if you wake first, you’ll stay as you are, simply admiring his sleeping face. but once you’ve woken further, you’ll adjust to where he is the little spoon so you can kiss the top of his head and run your fingers through his hair.

✧ but his words are always the same - “morning, my darling...”

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[crownedtargaryen]

Headcanons for Your First Time With Aemond, Aegon, Jacerys, Bran, Robb and Podrick

A/N : I’ve never written a headcanons post before so I have no real promises this will be any good. Please feel free to go to my ask box and recommend some ideas!

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18+ NSFW content

Aegon

Without hesitation I can tell you this man is a switch

He would definitely start off harsh

He’d immediately go to tear your clothes off like you’re a whore h’s bought from a brothel

He looks at you like you’re a fresh piece of meat and he’s been starved for ages, absolutely craving every inch of your skin

You push him back and he’ll stare at you in shock, but then calm down

I’m assuming since you’re reading his you have a “i can fix him” mentality, so you’ve fixed him in this

he feels guilty at first, but you reassure him it’s alright and to be gentle, that you’ve never done this before

at you admitting he’s your first, he starts to rile up again, but is obviously swallowing it down

he’ll lift your dress and slip his hand beneath your undone corset, kissing over that fragile neck and leaving the filthiest bites on your skin

”You’re mine” he’ll demand against your earlobe “And I’ll make sure the whole castle knows that by the end of this.”

He’ll slip his fingers in, working your insides hesitantly. He’s not used to pleasuring someone else, more doing all this for his own pleasure

His movements are sloppy and reckless, but it feels good either way

It’s almost awkward, he stares at you at moments, trying to see if you’re feeling good

eventually you have to take charge of the situation, pushing him onto the sheets and working your way around his body

putting his dick in your mouth, watching as he whines and bucks his hips while panting like a dog in heat

you slip him in, your head tilting back. He mewls in pleasure, sitting up and guiding your hips, you stop him and tell him it hurts.

he listens, something you wouldn’t expect. You smile, petting his white hair and then locking lips with his, your bodies smothering each other as you ride him

you both are noisy, and he starts getting rougher with you, but you don’t seem to mind.

by the end of it all, he’s fucking you senseless until you’re on the verge of losing yourself, making a mess all over him as he does inside of you.

as for aftercare, he knows nothing of such. He merely gets up, wipes himself off, then lays with you and lets you cuddle close as he strokes your hair

honestly, the sex was good but he doesn’t seem to be educated enough. It’ll take a lot of it to get him perfect. ;)

Aemond

He’s a top and would NEVER let you overpower him

The entire experience is like a power trip, he tells you over and over that he owns you, and you believe it

but it took forever to even get him into bed

you’ve been set to wed for quite a while, but he’s so focused on the war and everything else that he won’t pay you ANY attention

and you HATE it

so, when the wedding comes around, you specifically request a bedding ceremony, which pleases his mother after some hesitation

at first he weirdly hesitates in touching you, instead he commands you strip in front of him.

as your corset and gown drop, a sly smile comes to his face as he licks his lips at the sight of your figure

he’ll move over and run his fingers down your stomach and to your lower lips, rubbing in a circle

where he learned this? God knows, but it feels so good you can’t dwell

your legs turn to jelly as he slowly strips himself from his garb, smacking your hand away when you attempt to assist

he’ll lower you on the bed with one arm, kissing down your collar bone and chest, licking over your nipples

”You’re gorgeous,” he’ll whisper in a deep and lustful voice. “All of this is mine.”

he’ll then push inside you without warning, stilling and looking into your eyes forcefully, his eye patch still on

”Isn’t that right.” He’ll growl, thrusting unto you with slow and rough smacks of his waist to your inner thigh

”Come on, baby” he’ll coo, holding your hands down and smiling so sly

”say it.”

you swallow hard then can’t utter any words, it feels amazing, like you were made for this very moment

he slows to a stop and chuckles at your whimpers, shuffling ur hips

”Say. It.”

“I’m yours” you’ll whimper, his smile growing. “I’m yours and yours alone, Aemond.”

You reach up to take his eyepatch off and he flinches, catching you off guard

”I don’t want to scare you,” he suddenly says, making you flush and smile.

”You’re perfect, a scar couldn’t scare me.”

He hesitantly let’s you take off the patch, his sapphire eye now visible. You hold his face and kiss the scar, feeling him twitch inside you at such a gesture.

He starts moving in and out, panting and letting out low grunts but not loud enough for it to trail outside of the room

He’ll grow into a pounding, enjoying pulling your hair and flipping you around like you’re a play thing

He’d degrade you, mixing them with praises and leave red hand prints from smacking your ass and thighs

He’d go for about 2-3 rounds before finishing up inside, and making sure you finished as well.

He’ll then clean you up with extra cloth and even give your cunt a few licks, then kiss you and make you taste both of your juices and the love you made.

then, he’ll arrange a bath and take it with you, not caring to clean up the mess on the sheets, urging a servant to do it for him as he holds you close in the water and says nothing

just rubbing your thigh and kissing over your shoulder with relaxed breathing as you wash his hair and face with peppered kisses between each other

Jacerys

A top. For sure.

he definitely likes to take control after you think you are, another power trip but much gentler

hes also like Aemond with he doesn’t do anything sexual until the bedding ceremony

but not because he’s too busy for you, oh no he’s made SO much time for you

he just has fun doing romantics rather than sexual things with you

every day is a new adventure, you almost forget your desires

but once the bedding ceremony starts, he’s got his hands on you in ways you didn’t think were possible

of course, he starts off slow, taking you from your garb without any haste

he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, but doesn’t seem all that interested in your body

no, he loves that pretty face of yours

he loves the expressions it makes, the noises that come out of those beautiful parted lips

he loves it with so much of his being that he’ll do anything to see those faces

so, he picks you up with a heated kiss and places you against the wall, looking to you eagerly as his kisses trail down. He keeps you up with just those strong arms on your legs

he loves how surprised you get when he places your thighs on his shoulders

oh he definitely knows his way with his tongue too

he’ll know all the right places, looking up to you as his tongue dances on your cunt and inside

he smiles, you can feel it in those lower lips of yours, when you tilt your head back and say his name

he LOVES it when you say his full name

not Jace, but Jacerys

he removes himself just before you can finish, kissing you and making you taste yourself on his tongue

he’ll place you on the bed so gently, his hands feeling over your waist and a giddy grin spread on his face

”You’re all mine,” he’ll whisper, raising a brow. “I want you to remember that. My wife, the barer of my beautiful children.”

unlike Aemond, he sticks to praises and loving terms

”Love” “Beautiful” “Pretty” “My goddess”

and you definitely feel like a goddess

he doesn’t insert just yet, rubbing it on the base of your lower lips and slit

he teases you, but not in painful way

you softly beg him

he loves it, he loves when you speak. Your voice is like honey to him, he wants to eat it up and drown in that beautiful tongue of yours

”Since you asked so nicely, Princess” he’d tease, shoving inside of you before running still and gentle

he def moves his hand down to work the clit. No questions asked.

he’ll kiss you only a few times, not wanting to silence you

he’d work you well. Slow at first, then a steady rhythm. Not too fast, but not insanely slow

he’d leave marks on your chest, in places only he can see

and when you’re done, he’d bury deep inside and let it out

as for aftercare, he’d pick you up once he’s recovered and whisper about how amazing you did

he’d clean you up and see to it you’re bathed. He doesn’t mind being sweaty and heated, so he doesn’t get in the bath with you

no, he instead bathes you like a servant

he’s so gentle with his touch, it almost feels ludicrous

then, he dries you off and takes one last moment to admire your beauty

then, he dresses you. He doesn’t let you do it yourself

he has trouble with it at first, even if it’s just a night garb

But once he’s got you clothed, he’ll take you back to the bedroom and get the sheets changed before holding you close and drifting to sleep after you

Podrick

hear me out, a soft switch

he LIVES to please you

Definitely has mommy issues and a mommy kink

since he isn’t of royalty he’d probably act on his desires when you show interest

he’d definitely only do it when you want to, but that doesn’t stop his tempting gaze

he finds you gorgeous, eyeing you down and smirking slightly to himself as he thinks the nastiest thoughts of you

and oh you love it. So much.

When you finally admit your desires, he’ll ask if he can kiss you

he seems shy at first, gentle with his hands and movements

then, you show eagerness and desire. It drives him crazy

he’ll open your legs and work your cunt with his tongue

he loves. LOVES. When you scream and shake

he’ll pet your thighs and pump his tongue in and out at a steady pace while sucking on your folds and clit

he’d have to hold your legs down as you cum in his mouth, and he loves it

he’d try to get up and leave for a moment, but you stop him and plead for him to lose himself with you

he’s SO hesitant, but then strips from his clothes and gets on top of you

as he’s on top of you he’d softly go “Are you sure?” And wait patiently for your consent

when given, he’ll push in, and the sigh he lets out as his eyes roll back is mesmerizing

he’ll bite his lip, hard, and move slowly in and out, groaning and looking in your eyes, loving the sight of you

your faltering expression gives him confidence as he presses his hand on your clit and works it as he quickens his pace, making you roll your eyes back as well

he’d be too nervous to kiss you, just working you like he’s don’t this a million times over.

he’d cradle you after he busts outside, and finger you until you softly plea him to stop.

he’ll wipe you off and clean himself off, not thinking of bathing, just holding you close and not wanting to lose this moment.

he’ll leave soft marks on your shoulders and chest, obsessed with your breasts, and admire you with so much love

”I love you” he’ll whisper “I hope I can marry you soon.”

Bran

A bottom. I will not take criticism.

he doesn’t know where the clit is, and it’s not necessarily a bad thing. He’s just too inexperienced

When you first present the idea of exploration into sexual territory, he’s hesitant

he’ll look at you with a “me? You want to try with ME?”

When you insist that you want him, he’d flush and kind of pull away

when you ask why he’s so scared, he tells you “I’ve never tried anything like that before.” And then look at you, so lovingly and worrisome “I’m not even sure if *it* works.”

his eyes will widen when you say “There’s only one way to find out.” And he nods then verbalizes consent to trying.

He’s shaking as you help him lay comfortably on the bed, his eyes trailing you. He loves when you tease him.

you sit on his lap and roll your hips as your garb is stripped, and he eagerly reaches for you, but you stop him. He obeys, looking at you with pleading and innocent eyes

his eyes start on only your face, then his thoughts best him. He looks lower, eyeing your chest and sighing, a new hardness under his clothes. Then lower, and he lets out what almost sounds like a pitiful whimper

you’re flushed at his reactions, taking his hand as his gaze snaps to your face with a guilty look. You move his hand and guide it to your clit, where his breath hitches at the wetness below.

”Rub in circles, Bran,” you’ll whisper, watching as he swallows hard and licks his lips as he works you insanely well, surprising you. You whine and moan softly, his eyes blowing wide and his cheeks blood red.

he LOVVVES your noises holy shit

and he adores the way your breasts bounce as he pleases you

he would be fine doing this and only this the entire time, but is surprised when you move his fingers to your entrance and adjust them, then push them in.

he keeps them still, then you guide them in and out, his eyes going to your face as you sigh and groan. He moves faster, picking up the movement amazingly.

As you strip him from his clothes, he looks adorable while he’s flustered. Shuffling and eyeing your chest once more then your face.

he does NOT know where to look

you’ll reveal his cock, and it’s big. Much bigger than you expected on a man, it’s stands up straight and eager, twitching slightly. He looks HUMILIATED.

you reassure him, moving to his side and holding his head to your chest, he kisses over your breasts and groans, moving and licking over your nipples. He LOVVVVES this.

you jerk him off, seeing if he feels it. And oh he definitely does.

he grabs you, shuffling and moaning under his breath, it almost doesn’t make you wanna stop

but you steady to a stop and ride him, his eyes rolling back and his breathing heavy and uneven. He holds your waist, moaning your name over and over as you hold his arms and tilt your head back. He sits up all the way and kisses you

he loves how your lips taste, groaning against your mouth and even moving into a sloppy make out to muffle his pathetic whimpers.

he softly tells you he thinks he’s about to burst from the inside and you tell him it’s you being close to cumming. He doesn’t even think about it and without warning bursts inside of you.

hes definitely apologetic after the high wears down, but you shush him and cuddle close, not caring about a cleanup. You just want to be close to him, and he wants the same.

Robb

He’s a hard read, but I feel like he’d top you after being a bit unsure about his place in the bedroom

he’d definitely know where the clit is. I take no criticism.

he’d do it whenever you seem to show a lot of interest in it, and would sacrifice anything to keep you as his

he starts off slow, getting excited at just the sight of the garb sliding down your shoulders

his eyes are EVERYWHERE. At first, your face, in need to feel like he isn’t disrespecting you somehow, but once he sees your body he’s done for

he loves when you pull his hair, especially when you kiss him.

he’d finger you until you can’t function, smiling so wide at just the sight of your desires

he’d never push you into anything, just kissing down your body and leaving love bites all along your skin

he’s OBSESSED with the way your body follows his hands, and how you lean into him with such desire

he’s definitely a doggy style type of boy

dont get me wrong, he LOVES looking at your expressions, but he loves pulling your hair and seeing the way your back arches

he’d start off slow, rolling his hips in a gentle and easy rhythm, but when it’s not enough for you he hastily pounds you into the bed

he’ll bite. 100% he bites you and will whisper “Such a good girl, my pretty little thing… You’re all mine.” And would grip your ass, groaning softly in your ear

no hesitation or apologies, he cums inside and ENSURES you’re over your limit before he’s done

he’d take such good care of you. Washing you off, kissing the sore spots, massaging you, he’d even offer to give you some… “after treatment” with his mouth ;)

def eats you out after too, after he washes you off he goes for another round but only for your pleasure, letting your ride his face

he’ll then wipe you down and pepper you with kisses, dressing you and refusing to let you help

he’d then cuddle you so close, promising to love you forever and that he’d never let anyone hurt you, refusing to sleep until you’re sound asleep and he knows you’re safe.

#jacerys velaryon #jacerys targaryen #jacerys valeryon x reader #podrick payne #game of thrones #game of thrones headcanon #got #a song of ice and fire #tyrion lannister #sansa stark #house of the dragon #house lannister #house stark #house targeryen #aegon ii targaryen #prince aegon #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon ii fanfic #aegon ii #house of the dragon aemond #aemond imagine #aemond one eye #aemond smut #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #aemond fanfiction #aemond stannies #aemond the kinslayer #aemond x fem!reader #bran stark

[grimmbunniee]

Me transferring into my Whitesona when reading house of the dragon reader insert

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #GRRM has created a vast universe with this fictional world and so many countries with POC start using them. #we deadass have a black family who’s one of the richest might I add #also stop tagging it Velaryon!reader when the reader is described as having brown hair/brown eyes that’s set harwin kid. #aegon targaryen x reader #rhaenrya x reader #x black reader #like I can’t write fanfic for shit but I might as well start writing fanfic for my black HOTD fans #I want to feel like a pretty princess damn it 😤 #aemond x reader #jacerys valeryon x reader #daemon x reader #I know I’ve made this rant before but I’ll continue to do so till it gets through y’all’s thick ass skulls

[lxdyred]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴 | Prologue

TGATB Playlist / Series Masterlist / Chapter I

Summary: Since first grade, more than 15 years ago, the five girls — Strie (Reader), Helaena, Baela, Rhaena and Sara — have been inseparable, from the very moment they were put together in the back row of the class. Then, ever since they became adults, they have religiously gone on a week-long trip by themselves every summer. But this year is different, as one of them has recently been diagnosed with cancer and a group of boys — their brothers and their friends — have decided to join them.

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Strong!Fem!Reader, Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Aemond Targaryen x Alys Rivers, more to confirm… (Poll at the end of the post!)

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. This story is inspired and based on the netflix series 'Las de la ultima fila', the plot of the story will be similar, but all the changes are ideas that have occurred to me / The characters do not belong to me, they are from G.R.R. Martin.

Series Tag-list: Open! (If you are interested just let me know!)

“What are you looking at, eh!?" exclaimed a young woman, no more than 23 years old, as she approached the group of men who kept staring at her and her friends. "You've never seen a group of bald women before or what!? Your parents didn't teach you any manners, hm?"

"Strie! Strong!" Baela mumbled as she went to her friend and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the group of men, as smoke continued to pour from her ears. Strie was furious, to day the least.

"Ladies, let's go over the rules of the trip one last time." Helaena spoke as she closed the circle of friends, not before looking at each and every one of them. Baela, Rhaena, Sara and Strie, she let out a small chuckle as she saw the last one scowling and giving the finger to the group of men she had precisely faced. "Strie, the rules are?" She asked her friend, trying to hide her small smile.

"Girls be for fucking for real, we have the letter 'C' tattooed on our foreheads." Strie said as she made a 'C' with her fingers and brought it to her forehead. “It’s stupid how people—“

"Hey, that's the golden rule. We've agreed that we don't talk about it." Rhaena pointed at her friend and lowered her hand. "We don't talk about cancer or anything related with it. We're going to ignore it completely for a week. As long as the trip lasts."

"Strie is right. You tell me how we're going to ignore the little thing when the five of us are so bald, they can almost see our brains, and everyone's looking at us." Sara spoke as she rested her arm on the Strong girl’s shoulder, with whom she agreed.

"We ignored the little thing and that's it. Heads high, my friend. We've come to enjoy the trip and above all, each other’s company."

"Well said Baela." Helaena nodded and gave a nod of agreement to her cousin. "Well, and the second rule. There's one piece of paper with a challenge to complete. Daily. The sooner we get it out, the more time we have to do what it says."

"Remind me why we do those?" Baela said as she pulled her water bottle out of her bag.

"It's a challenge, a to-do thing, that we have not dared to explore for fear of the consequences..." Explained Strie looking at her friend with a small smile. "...with other people or oneself." She finished saying as she ran a hand over her shaved head.

It still felt weird to feel her head like this. All of them would agree with that.

"I think it's a great game, but can you explain to me WHY THE HELL ARE THEY HERE!?" Baela asked as she pointed her head in Strie's direction, who confusedly followed her friend's gaze and turned around.

Her jaw dropped as she saw a group of five guys, very well known to them. Jace, Cregan, Criston, Aegon and... Aemond. All five came with a suitcase or backpack slung over their shoulders. Jace and Aegon wore amused, mocking smiles on their faces when they saw the group of you women by the gate.

"We had said you weren't coming to Menorca, that it was our holiday destination. Not yours. That's how we decided." Helaena said, crossing her arms as she reproached her older brother.

"It was your decision, Hel." Aegon said, plopping down in one of the seats near the group.

"Of all the places — of all the holiday destinations in the whole world? You have to come to the same one? Gods! How you love to be a pain in the ass." Mumbled the last part Cregan's little sister, frowning.

"Are we really going to keep ignoring the elephant in the room?" asked Jace, looking around at everyone present, especially the women. "Why the fuck are you all bald?" He said running a hand over his older sister’s head.

“Jace, goddammit! Stop that!”

After that, the five girls looked at each other and silently nodded, having come to an agreement without needing to say anything.

"We'll explain it once, we won't repeat it. You will not be able to ask questions for the duration of our holiday." Rhaena said as she looked at the new arrivals, who seemed to be full of questions and curiosity.

"That is the golden rule. You promise to abide by it, each and every one of you." Sara pointed her finger in warning, passing her gaze first to her brother and then to the rest of the boys.

They all nodded, reluctantly.

"Well? Why are you five bald?" Criston Cole broke the silence.

"One of us... has cancer. We're going on a trip just before the first cycle of chemo." Helaena spoke with a sad smile adorning her face, as she took Strie's hand, who in turn took Sara's too.

"Cancer? Who is the one who is sick? Why didn't you tell us anything?" Aemond spoke for the first time, glancing at his sister fleetingly, to focus all his attention then on Strie, who for the first time in six months was able to look him in the eye.

"No questions asked, as we had told you. Not until our holiday is over." Strie pointed out, as she rested her head on Helaena's shoulder, with whom he was still holding hands.

Chaos erupted. All the boys demanded answers, while the girls tried to park the subject. Aemond and Strie remained silent, looking at each other.

He was preparing a mental list of questions he would ask both her and his sister in a week's time.

She, meanwhile, with her heart pounding against her chest and echoing in her ears, could only think of the precise reason why their friendship had gone to shit.

"Remember how we said that between us, the truth always comes first?"

"Yes, of course. What is it Alys? Is there something I can help you with?"

"I find Aemond hot, i like him too. Aaaannd I think he is so into me.”

Even though it had been a bit over six months since that day, the young woman couldn't stop thinking about that New Year's Eve. The cold tone with which Alys, whom she had considered her friend since her first year of university, had said those words, along with the small, smug and arrogant smile she had accompanied them with.

She broke eye contact with him and wished with all her heart that things weren't going to get out of hand that week.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x you #helaena targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you #cregan stark x reader #jacerys valeryon x reader #jacerys velaryon x sara snow #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #sara snow #cregan stark #cregan stark x jacerys velaryon #criston cole x reader #arryk cargyll #erryk cargyll #Aemond Targaryen x alys rivers #alys rivers #lxdyred #angst #fanfiction #reader insert #house of the dragon au #house of the dragon modern au #modern au #prologue #helaena targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen

[hopelesswritergall]

The Romeo to her Juliet

What better way to cry than writing? Yes shhh I know it’s very short but eh, I think it’s pretty cute??? Please reblog, leave a comment!!

Please do reblog so I know you like it!!

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“Man have you seen those stupid flyers hanging around the school? Apparently they’re going to do Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. I wouldn’t be caught dead doing that.” This was the regular talk among Jace and his friends. Well that was until Wednesday, when the cast would be announced.

He saw you walking up the board with the list, he was going to charm you, the Jace way…..

“Hey there, you coming here to laugh at the cast, yeah same. I mean let’s look at the cast together, shall we?” He put his arm around your shoulder, he kept on talking not giving you any moment to protest.

“I mean come one! Who wants to do Romeo and Juliet?! Let’s see… Aemond, Alys, Helaena, Baela. Yeah yeah, now who is stupid enough to go for Juliet…. Y/N.” His face fell reading the last name, immediately regretting the stuff that he said. “Like who would be stupid enough not to go for Juliet…..” He tried to save himself.

“Grow up Jacaerys.” With that you left, quite satisfied that you landed the role you wanted.

“My man, my man Jace! How you doing!” Cregan gave him a slap at his back and laughed.

“Cregan, how long would it take to learn Shakespeare?”

They went to the library, Cregan wasn’t allowed to protest, otherwise Jace would leak the video of Cregan dancing to single ladies.

“Cregan!! I don’t want to do this anymoreeeeeeee!!!”

My boi, Cregan was just there, with the script in his hand, tbh quite liking it. “To quit or not to quit, that is the question..”

“Creg, I swear I’ll kill you.”

He wouldn’t quit until he got the part.

#moots <3 #lovely moots 💕 #hotd x reader #jacerys valeryon x reader #modern jace #jace velaryon #jace velaryon x reader #jacerys velaryon #jace x reader #house of the dragon #hotd imagine #hotd modern au #modern hotd #hotd fic #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon x you #hotd au #house of the dragon x reader

[targaryen-vigilante-wizard-jedi]

WITH EYES LIKE MINE

House of the Dragon (female)Targaryenreader insert

Triggers: Injuries, arguments, lots of angst, events of episode seven taking place, potentially sad

Chapter 2- Sacrifice

King Viserys had been speaking with his lady wife and her father the Hand when multiple guards intruded into the hall, Aemond ran from between two guards and Alicent shrieked in horror running towards him, "Aemond!"

Viserys' heart dropped at the sound of his wife's scream as he too focused his gaze upon his third child. Viserys' lips parted with shuddering breaths, "What has happened?" He asked standing upright from his seated position, despite the pain he felt.

Aemond only held his wounded eye, as he looked to the ground face struck with fear. A maester was called, his grandfather having done so.

"My King," one of the guards called, drawing Viserys' attention from his son. "Your daughter-" The guard dared not say more, nor did he need to. Viserys' expression grew even more grim.

His daughter.

His head flashed with Rhaenyra forgetting she was a grown adult for a mere second until he truly knew who the guards meant. While Alicent tended to Aemond -who had began to cry at the mention of his siser- Viserys made his way through the halls hurriedly, following the guard until he was led into a room in which a lone maester and three servants crowded the limp body of his daughter.

Viserys audibly choked on his breath, his eyes filled with tears. He rushed towards her, his eyes acknowledging her bloody night dress.

"Y/N!" He heard the familiar voice of his wife cry out, Aemond had told her of what happened. He turned to the guard who still stood behind him. "Do not let her enter," his voice sounded breathless, his heartbeat could be heard within his ears.

"Where is she?! Where is my daughter?!" Alicent demanded, with only fear in her voice.

"This is no sight for a woman, Alicent!" Viserys called to his wife, he himself struggling to watch as the servants prepared a small selection of tools for the maester to use.

Alicent, being ever the fiery and determined woman she was, attempted to barge past the guard which was enough for her to catch glimpse of her daughter's condition. The guard held the Queen in his arms as her knees buckled beneath her.

"Gods, no!" Alicent screamed, her eyes focused on her daughter's bloody and limp body.

"Mother, what's going-" The eldest of their children entered behind them. Aegon's stomach dropped. He thought that his eyes were surely deceiving him. Surely, that was not his youngest sister on the brink of death, ready to meet the Stranger.

With eyes full of malice, she turned her attention on her eldest son. "Where were you when your brother and sister were attacked?!" She spat before slapping him. Aegon attempted a reply but Alicent grasped her eldest son's face in her hands. "You were too busy indulging cup after cup and chasing servants instead of protecting them!"

"Alicent, enough!" Viserys scolded resulting in her visibly jumping. His eyes were trained to the ground, the harrowing nature of the situation dizzying him to the point where he struggled to maintain his balance and focus.

Aegon's eyes filled with tears, he tried to swallow his guilt shakily. When his mother wanted someone to blame, it would be either himself or Y/N.

Y/N.

For as troublesome and annoying as she was, she was Aegon's favourite person from within his family. Perhaps within King's Landing.

Life without her would be dull, too dull. He thought to himself as his eyes averted themselves to her body.

Once the servants had done their duty of readying his materials, the maester positioned her body, her head resting upon a cushion, within minutes had wrapped a bandage around the gash on the back of her head, temporarily stilling the bleeding.

He then unsheathed a dagger that had been sat to his side. He dipped his hands into the liquid filled bowl beside him, cleansing them of dirt.

Alicent let her hands fall from his face, wondering what he was doing intended to do. "Aren't you just going to close the wounds normally?" She pleaded upon seeing the maester soak his dagger in liquid.

"I am afraid not, my Queen. The blood leaves her body too quickly. I fear by the time I have finished closing the second wound, she will have perished." With ease, he held the knife above the flame of the crackling fire of the hearth.

"I would advise that you take leave. This is a sight I would not want your majesties to see." The maester spoke, his voice morose as he nodded to the servants beckoning them over.

Viserys, with the little strength he had, stood once again, his head turning as the servants removed his daughter's nightwear.

"I will stay, give the maester my aid" Aegon stated with a boldness he did not know he possessed, tears continued to fill his eyes but he promptly blinked them away.

"I would not wish for my sister to be alone in such a condition." Alicent frowned at her son, her expression disapproving of his words. They could be interpreted two ways, but Alicent was no fool when it came to her son's nature.

Aegon seemed to think that every man had possessed the same thinking, and mind that he did.

"Very well, Aegon." Viserys nodded towards his eldest boy but did not spare him a glance as he made his way back to the commotion downstairs.

Aegon approached the maester who had undressed the young girl, wounds decorated her small abdomen, some scratches, bruises but the two deep gashes near the centre of her abdomen, one just above her navel and the other, cruelly positioned just above her pelvis, appeared to be the culprits to his sister's agony.

As though the Gods were looking on them (which Aegon highly doubted), Y/N's eyes squinted open ever so slightly, causing Aegon to crouch in front of her quicker than he should have "Y/N," he breathed, not hiding his glee at her live state.

"Aegon," She whispered weakly, struggling to keep her eyes open. Blood fell from her lips with that one word.

Despite her bloodied appearance, he grasped her hand in his upon hearing his name, and focused her attention on him. "I know that you are in pain but you must be brave, sweet sister."

"Brave..." The little girl repeated quietly, her eyes closing. More blood had fallen from her lips.

The knife the maester held glowed red as he removed it from the fire. "I must ask that you hold her down my Prince," the maester asked with unease.

Aegon's jaw clenched at the thought of having to restrain his sister, but with the extremity of the situation, he stood and walked behind her, lifting her smaller body with little effort in order to grasp her limp arms. He held them in his one hand while the other hung loosely over her neck and shoulders.

As he saw the dagger make contact with her skin, he trembled and averted his eyes. His grip became tighter upon hearing her harrowing scream.

Downstairs, the seemingly endless commotion and chatter ceased upon hearing the young girl's screech.

Rhaenys notably jumped at the noise, her hand moving to cover her mouth in shock, Rhaenyra as indignant as ever merely looked to the ground, refusing to acknowledge the seriousness of what her sons and cousins had done.

Thinking the screaming was done, each individual had noticably eased up only for another scream to cut through the atmosphere, this one lacking the volume and strength of the last, only making it even more terrifying to those hearing it.

Alicent's breath shuddered and she glowered at Rhaenyra's sons. "What did you do to her?!" She screamed, feeling more anger than sorrow.

"What did they do?" Rhaenyra asked incredulously. "My sons were attacked! As were my cousins." Rhaenyra defended them, as she'd always done.

"Your sons were out for blood, Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush, he meant to kill my son! As for your daughters," She turned to Daemon who had been leaning against the wall with a rather nonchalant expression on his face which did not seem to change even when the Queen addressed him directly.

"They mutilated my daughter repeatedly, after she defended herself!" Aemond had told Alicent word for word what had happened, only sparing the fact that he called them bastards.

"It was a regrettable accident," Rhaenyra responded, her hands on her sons' chests, protecting them.

"Accident?" Alicent scoffed, enraged by the notion.

"It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves!" Rhaenyra proceeded to lie on her sons' behalfs. "Vile insults were levied against them."

"I cannot justify the slaying of my daughter over insults, Rhaenyra." Surprisingly, Viserys' tone was stern and impatient, Rhaenyra's expression contorted to one of shock.

Footsteps approached and everyone's heads turned to see Aegon wearing a horrified expression upon his face. Wordlessly, he made his way towards the hearth and stood in front of it.

Just as Viserys was about to ask about his daughter's wellbeing, a voice interrupted the tense silence, only to make it even more tense.

"The legitimacy of my sons birth was brought loudly to question." Rhaenyra pressed on, refusing to allow anyone to blame her sons for defending themselves.

Had the effects on her son and daughter not been so catastrophic, Alicent would have laughed. Instead, she only listened, knowing her husband would bend to Rhaenyra's will. However, the Queen's eyes glanced to her second son who was smirking in response.

"He called us bastards." Jaecerys gave his input, to which Alicent scoffed.

"And what of Y/N, what insult was so vile that she was deserving of her injuries?" Alicent challenged to which Viserys spoke her name with a warning tone.

Jaecerys only stuttered in response, the large terror-stricken brown eyes of Queen Alicent terrifying him where he stood.

"My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace," Rhaenyra continued her righteous spiel. "This is the highest of treasons. Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we can learn where he heard such slanders." Aemond turned to Rhaenyra upon hearing his name.

"Over an insult?" Alicent asked in disbelief. "My son has lost an eye and my daughter has been slain."

"We do not yet know that, Alicent." Viserys closed his eyes at her words, refusing to accept the harsh truth that his youngest daughter may be laying dead above him.

Viserys' eyes lingered on his now disabled son as he spoke, "You tell me, boy, where did you hear this lie?" Though his tone was not harsh, it was firm enough to have Aemond feel nervous.

Despite appreciating Viserys' clouded judgement and obvious favouritism towards Rhaenyra, Daemon could not help but mentally frown on the fact that his brother's daughter may be dead because of his daughters. He would have been impressed had it been anyone else they had slain, but Daemon still cared for his brother and would not wish to cause him pain despite not being fond of his current wife or their children.

Aegon looked at the scene, his brows furrowed. He couldn't have hated his father any more than he did right in that moment. The blatant ignorance and everything working in Rhaenyra's favour, once again, troubled him deeply. How easy life would have been with Aegon as first born.

Alicent tried to intervene but Viserys would not hear it focusing only on his son for an answer.

"It was Aegon."

"Me?" Aegon retorted in confusion. He had never so much as spoken those words in front of Aemond. It was always their Grandsire and mother who would speak such words.

Viserys turned his fury towards his eldest son. "And you, boy," he near enough spat as he approached Aegon. "Where did you hear such colonies?" Aegon only turned his head to his father, in a rather disapproving manner.

"I would not think such trivial words would affect you as much as an attempt on your daughter's life." Alicent spoke, unable to contain her words. Her eyes landed on the two girls who were shielded behind their grandparents.

"Aegon!" Viserys yelled at his son, ignoring Alicent, and distracting himself from the truth. "I will have the truth of it."

Aegon with his eyes trained ahead of him spoke slowly, as though he were speaking to a fool. "We know father, everyone knows." His eyes then glance towards Rhaenyras sons, "Just look at them." Rhaenyra's tear-stricken eyes glared at her younger brother in a scornful manner.

Alicent breathed in deeply, thankful her son had said the words that everyone else had at one point or another thought of saying.

"Viserys, will you please stop this at once. Our youngest daughter may not survive the night, and yet you wish to fight the battles of your grown daughter and her sons who were implicit in the mutilation of our son." Alicent pleaded, her patience with the man she called husband had worn thin.

"You have not even acknowledged that your brother's children attempted to take our daughter's life!"

"This interminable infighting must cease, all of you!" Viserys banged his walking stick against the ground, "We are family." His eyes landed on Alicent in particular, ignoring every word she had spoken.

"Now make your apologies and show good will to one another - your father, your Grandsire, your King demands it!" Viserys sighed before beginning to walk. "I will now tend to my daughter." His voice had cracked upon saying 'daughter'.

Alicent gazed at the ground, her eyes filled with tears at the injustice her son and daughter were dealt.

She would not stand for it. "That is insufficient," She voiced resulting in Viserys' steps ceasing. "Y/N has suffered life-threatening injuries, and Aemond has been damaged permanently, my King, good will cannot wake my daughter or make my son whole again."

"I know Alicent, but I cannot heal our daughter's injuries or restore our son's eye." Viserys replied shortly, feeling as though his hands were tied.

"No, because Y/N is on the brink of death and Aemond's eye has been taken," Alicent did not relent. She wanted justice for her children for she feared the news the maester would bring her on the morrow.

"What would you have me do?" The King asked exasperated by his wife's unrelentingness.

"There are debts to be paid," She paused before turning her attention to the Velaryon boys. "I shall have one of her sons' eyes in return,"

"And should my daughter not live through the night, I shall have one of the twins maimed just as she was." At the prospect, the two girls began to cry behind their grandparents who only looked at Alicent as though she were a loathsome beast. At those words, Daemon's hand lay itself on the hilt of his sword, he readied himself to strike down the vicious redhead if she so much as approached his daughters.

"Alicent," Rhaenys whispered in disbelief, her eyes had become teary upon learning about the dire facts of the situation.

"They will survive their injuries. My daughter may not be so lucky."

Aegon gave a short breath at the thought of there being some form of justice, no matter how little. After having witnessed the brutality of her injuries - even if it took years - he would exact his own form of revenge on the two girls.

Everyone in the room murmured amongst themselves, Rhaenyra grasped her sons and held them behind her protectively.

"My dear wife," Viserys' tone was soft and quiet, he only used that tone when Alicent had become too emotional for his liking.

"They are your children, Viserys. Your blood." Alicent prodded a sob escaping her lips. She was craving any form of justice.

"Do not allow your temper to cloud your judgement," Viserys warned before slowly walking away from her.

"If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will." Her eyes darted to her loyal companion. "Ser Criston, bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon."

Lucerys grew fearful and staggered back crying for his mother.

"He can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son." Alicent reasoned her eyes never leaving the boys face.

"You will do no such thing," Rhaenyra warned as her eyes found Ser Criston's who had only opened his mouth at the unexpected request.

"Stay your hand," Viserys instructed but Alicent crassly spoke over him.

"No, you are sworn to me!"

"As your protector, my Queen." Ser Criston replied quietly. Internally, his mind wished he could find justice for his Queen.

"Alicent, this matter is finished. Do you understand?" Viserys snapped, enunciating every letter as his light purple eyes held her deep brown ones.

"And let it be known," the king continued to speak "anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyras sons, should have it removed."

"Thank you, father." Alicent didn't know why, but the indignant, righteousness of Rhaenyra had pushed her too far over the edge. She had gotten away with everything for too long.

For a second, Alicent forgot what her anger was truly about. She forgot the shame and malicousness that was bestowed upon her daughter, the loss of her son's eye. All she could see was the rules that Rhaenyra had bent time and time again, and it infuriated her to no end, but now that her sons had injured her own flesh and blood, Alicents rage would be concealed no longer.

Moving swiftly she removed the Valyrian steel dagger from its sheath on her husband's person and moved to the direction of Rhaenyra and her children.

The screams and gasps had given Rhaenyra warning and she turned just in time to shield her screaming sons from the fiery red-haired woman in front of her.

Alicent looked at Rhaenyra with tears in her eyes, "Your sons restrained my daughter so that they could maim her."

She continued to speak, near spitting in the face of the 'Realm's Delight'. "He took my son's eye, and you manage to make it all about the legitimacy of your children. Your uncle's twins may have drawn my daughters last breath from her, and yet you plead victim, as always."

The crowd yells in the background but all the two women can focus on is one another.

Daemon moves to defend his lover but is stopped by Criston Cole, the two men only glare at one another as Ser Criston is held back by two guards.

The two women push and pull one another, moving back and forth as the crowd circles around them.

"You have gone too far." Rhaenyra speaks to her counterpart, trying to steady herself in order to fight off the shorter woman's determined attack.

"I?" Alicent questioned incredulously. "What have I done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law, while you flaunt it all to do as you please." Alicent's voice was strong despite the tears that fell from her eyes.

"Alicent, let her go!" King Viserys demanded, ever the protective father over his favourite child.

"Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It's trampled under your pretty foot again."

"Release the blade, Alicent." Otto's tone, firm but quiet. His voice betrayed his words. He was curious to see where this would go.

"And now you take my son's eye and leave me with a dead daughter, and to even that you feel entitled!" Her tone was only sorrowful at that point as she knew no matter what happened, Rhaenyra would walk away with no consequence.

"Exhausting, wasn't it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness." Alicent's eyes are wide with shock, the shock caused from Rhaenyra's inability to recognise her own hypocrisies.

"But now they see you as you are." Rhaenyra's voice was near enough a whisper before she pushed Alicent away.

Alicents hand holding the dagger had moved so ferociously that it had cut the Rhaenyra's arm, and blood had begun to spill from the wound rapidly.

Corlys held Rhaenyra as the crowd glanced to the blood dripping from her arm.

Alicent dropped the blade in shock, the anger suddenly leaving her breathless and anxious at the sight of what she had done. But it was only because everyone in the room was now looking at her, including her husband, the King.

Rhaenyra looked to her left and caught sight of Aemond. Her face still shocked from the events that had played out.

Aemond, wounded and tears in his remaining eye, spoke, addressing his mother. "I cannot speak for my sister, but do not mourn me, mother."

His eye then looked to Rhaenyra, the hate on his face did not go unnoticed by her.

He turned his head to his mother once again before he spoke. "It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon."

Alicent felt her stomach drop at his words. All he'd ever wanted was a dragon, but she never would have thought he'd gain one with such sacrifice.

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LINK TO NEXT CHAPTER

(I know this was a bit of a filler chapter, a lot of the dialogue I used was from episode 7, just to stick to the character's personalities and how they would have reacted. I think the flaws of the characters are explored brilliantly in the show- Rhaenyra does not take responsibility/accountability because of her upbringing, Alicent is highly strung emotionally and metaphorically, with her father controlling the strings. Viserys' favouritism really does no favours for any of his children, including Rhaenyra and Otto is...Otto.

I hope this wasn't a disappointment. The next few chapters have been planned out, and they won't be centred on specific events in the show. They will feature characters in casual settings.

#aegon ii angst #fanfiction #aemond x reader #hotd x you #queen alicent #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #targaryen #sad #jacerys valeryon x reader

[coldheartsbreakboys]

ill start this by saying i understand @its-actually-minicika said the matter with @blackdreamspeaks is over and done but i literally cant let go of some things she said.

((also english is my second language so im sorry if i make mistakes 🤡 i will put this under the cut but i really think people should read this))

here is the problem. she said that she, takes the blame for what happened but she posts this after not even a full day of calling out that she did something wrong

there are no multiple sides to this story girl like none at all. it is literally the fact that you took content from mini/mina without credit and after you apologised you didnt even own it uppp. you said it was a coincidence and that you maybe took inspiration from her from the unconcious which is such a dumb excuse.

yesterday i sent you an ask with screenshots of compared writing from mini that she posted 2 months ago and stuff you posted 2 days ago. and it was clear you took the sentence from her without even an edit. you also used the same insult she used with hw aemond for your aemond. which is again really shitty and so clear because only she uses it.

i didnt compare everything you wrote in your update to hw because it is very long and i think that even those two things are enough to prove this point. it is not fair that you took from mini but then not even apologise in truth. you cant say this was a coincidence. you cant say this isnt done with intent. she is a very nice person and she deserves a real apology where you actually say that, yes you copied from her but that you re very sorry.

i waited for you to at least answer my ask if you were actually sorry and assuming your blame. because i wanted to give you the benefit of doubt and let you prepare your answer. sadly you never replied but i still have the screenshots even after your edit.

>

so this one is yours.

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and this one is from minis series.

there was also the insult as i said but i didnt take screenshots of it before you edited. but the insult was 'whithered cunt' which mini wrote in the first part of hw and that was a long time ago.

you guys can cancel me if you want and whatever i honestly dont care because i am a small blog and i tbh dont even post. threaten to doxx or send me mean dms I fr dont careee

this is a post that i made for both mini and me because she deserves a real apology and you didnt give her that and also because i am honestly very angry. i think most people also dont know what happened because you never released the screenshots in my ask and you never actually said what you took from mini. because yes!!! you took from mini. there are no sides to this. there is the right side and that is mini. you play the victim too much and that is not okay. you are 21 and you should know better.

i end this by saying i understand you talked to mini and you say she is okay with everything now. she didnt say anything to any of her followers to do. she actually told me and someone else to not bother anymore with this drama. but i am bothered. and you are very frustrating. what you did is not okay at all

so girl bffr and take the blame. it isnt that hard. i might be back to edit this or to add stuff i think is important but these are the most important things that i can think of right now. i will post with the tags for hotd because people need to see this and i don't have many followers.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfiction #aemond x y/n #aemond the kinslayer #aemond x wife reader #aemond fic #aemond fluff #aemond x lucerys #aemond one eye #aemond smut #aemond angst #jacerys strong #jacerys valeryon x reader #jacerys x reader #jacerys targaryen #jacerys x y/n #aegon ii x you #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii fanfic #aegon the elder #aegon x aemond #modern aegon #prince aegon #aegon targaryen x reader #young rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #fanfiction hotd

[elegantsplendour]

This is probably the most awkward shit I will ever post…

Who do you ship me with? Jace, Aemond or Aegon?Me as the author…

Here’s me:

Name: Alison

Entj / entp,

Libra,

Personally rate myself 8/10 or 7

style: classy? (skirt / dress + black coat)

Personality: funny, sarcastic, but occasionally arrogant

Academically strong (I think?)

❤️ ballet, broadway, a bit of a romantic / idealistic

💚 history, historical shows and novels

Fav artists: Lana del Rey, Imagine Dragons, Taylor Swift, the Weeknd

#aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #house of the dragon #dark aemond targaryen #aemond stannies #aemond x fem!reader #aemond x oc #house of the dragon aemond #jacerys valeryon x reader #jacerys velaryon #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #hotd aemond #aegon targaryen #aegon x oc #aemond x y/n #alicent hightower #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #aegon x you #hotd aegon #aegon x y/n #house of the dragon x reader

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Santorini Serenity

pairing: Jacaerys x aunt reader

summary: The Targaryen and Valeryon family went on a vacation, how will it go?

Word count: 3,3K

Warnings: groping, smut, Fingering, Handjob, Dry humping

The azure waters of the Aegean Sea shimmered under the midday sun as the Velaryon family disembarked from their private yacht onto the picturesque island of Santorini. It was a rare occasion for the family to come together for a trip, and Jacaerys Velaryon, with his striking Valyrian features, stood at the center of it all. His aunt, Daelys, watched him from a distance, feeling a mix of pride and curiosity.

As the family settled into their luxurious villa overlooking the caldera, it became apparent that some rooms needed to be shared. Jacaerys, a man of grace and charm even in modern times, found himself assigned to the same room as Daelys. Their eyes met, and they exchanged polite smiles, though they hadn’t spent much time together before this trip.

The room was adorned with minimalist Greek decor, with white walls, splashes of cobalt blue, and large windows that framed the breathtaking view of the sea. It was spacious but cozy, with a sense of tranquility that contrasted with the hustle and bustle of their daily lives.

Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, Jacaerys and Daelys sat on the room’s balcony, sipping on glasses of local wine. The gentle sound of waves lapping against the cliffs below created a soothing background.

Jacaerys broke the silence, his voice carrying a trace of his Valyrian accent. “It’s quite something, isn’t it? This view.”

Daelys nodded, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “Absolutely. I’ve seen many places, but Santorini is unlike any other.”

As the evening deepened, conversation flowed effortlessly between them. They talked about their lives, their dreams, and shared anecdotes about their family. Jacaerys revealed a more relaxed side, free from the responsibilities that usually weighed on him. Daelys listened intently, appreciating the chance to get to know her nephew better.

As the moon cast its silvery glow upon them, Jacaerys looked at Daelys, his eyes reflecting the lunar light. “You know, I’ve never had a chance to spend time with family like this. It’s been…unexpectedly wonderful.”

Daelys smiled warmly. “I agree. Sometimes, it takes a change of scenery to bring people closer together.”

Their hands brushed lightly as they reached for the last pieces of baklava on a shared plate, sending a subtle jolt of electricity between them. It was a moment of unspoken understanding, and the connection between aunt and nephew deepened under the Grecian stars.

After finishing their wine and savoring the last moments on the balcony, Daelys and Jacaerys exchanged sleepy smiles. The Mediterranean breeze carried the scent of the sea, lulling them into a sense of tranquility. They bid each other goodnight and retreated to their separate beds.

The room was cast in a soft, ambient glow from the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Daelys slipped under the crisp, cool sheets of her bed, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. She couldn’t help but think about the day’s conversations and how she was getting to know her nephew in a way she never had before.

Jacaerys settled into his own bed, his thoughts filled with the enchanting beauty of Santorini and the unexpected connection he had formed with Daelys. He stared up at the ceiling, pondering the complexities of family dynamics and the mysteries that had yet to be uncovered during their trip.

Daelys shifted in her bed feeling a little uncomfortable, she always found it hard to sleep at least the first night after changing her sleeping arrangements, she is the type that got used and adapt fast but the first night was always the hardest.

Jace on the other hand could not for the life of him understand why he couldn't just bring his bed on vacations, he can never adapt no matter what. Hearing Daelys shift gave him some hope that she too was awake and may keep him some company. He turned on his side to look at her, the sight of her made him suck in a breath.

She had one of her legs out of the blanket, something that was globally famous for keeping someone cool but not too cool like it would if they removed the blanket entirely. She was still in her shoty satin shorts and matching tanktop. She was facing away from him giving him a full view of the rilling up short showing the bottom half of her behind.

Jace could feel himself growing hard under his shorts. He knew his was wrong, Daelys was his aunt for god's sake, he cannot think of her this way. He gulped when she shifted yet again trying to get comfortable, popping her behind even more.

"Daelys" He hissed unconsciously. She tensed up for a second before relaxing again as if she forgot that he was in the room with her.

"Hmm" Was her answer. She didn't want to speak up feeling that if she did she would ruin the incoming cloud of sleepiness she's been chasing for a while now.

"C-can I join you in bed?" Jace asked. He felt like an idiot when she didn't give an answer for a second.

"What for? Are you afraid of the dark, Jacey?" She teased. Her voice sounding almost hoarse, a sound between sleepy and awake. Jace gulped, she just sounded so freaking hot. The waves from her voice went straight down to his cock.

"No, I just- nevermind" Jace feeling ashamed moved to turn his back to her like she has done this entire time.

"Come here" She scoffed. Jace sat up faster than lightning shocked. He found her twisted awkwardly to look at him. She patted the space by her side where there was barely space for him to fit, the beds were tiny after all.

"You sure?" Jace asked. He was already peeling off the very thin blanket. His bare feet touched the tile floor feeling them to be a little cool which sent a shiver of relief through his body. He hoped she could not see the bulge forming in his shorts.

"Just come here" She demanded annoyed. She turned to face the wall again. Jace scrambled to lay behind her on his side so he wouldn't fall off the bed.

She threw a small section of the blanket over his stomach but not enough to cover his legs at all. Her leg was still out of the blanket for some kind of temperature balance. She shifted a little again to get comfortable only for her behind to brush against his very obvious hard on.

Jace froze and waited for her reaction, she did not react for a couple of minutes giving Jace false hope that she did not feel it. Daelys unknown to Jace smirked behind her hand before shifting again rubbing her behind against his cock.

"Stop moving" he begged, almost whining. She ignored him and moved more again. This time she did not try to hide the fact that she wanted to feel him. Jace tried to move away but there was no space.

"Maybe I should move back-" Jace wasn't able to finish his sentence before she twisted around to face him. His eyes widened when her lag snapped out of the blanket and wrapped around his waist. Now the blanket was pushed to behind her and in front of the wall instead.

"Why are you running away, Jacey?" Daelys pouted. She used the leg around his waist to pull him closer. Jace gulped feeling her heat against his groin. She was warm, he didn't know if she was truly warm feeling no skin.

"I-I I am n-not running away! Jace explained. She smirked, she moved her hips rubbing against him. This time with the closer contact it earned a moan from him.

"Stop it, you are my aunt" Jacaerys hissed angrily. One of her hands moved up to grab his hair and pulled his head back to expose his neck to her. She moved closer to his neck and kissed his neck, light pecks but they resulted in goosebumps all over his skin.

"Daelys" Jace moaned, she continued the movement of her hips. "Stop" He begged, almost sounding like he was crying. His cock has never been this hard before in his life.

"Jacey" Daelys moaned, against his throat. Jace wrapped an arm around her waist with the full intention of pushing her away only for his body to betray him and pull her in instead.

"I can't put it in" Jace groaned. He pulled his hair out of her hand and looked down at her. Daelys pouted but nodded her head anyways.

He smirked slightly gaining back some control. His hand moved from her waist back to her back feeling her spine up to her neck and back down, touching each and every vertebrae on her back. She shivered in his arms quickening the movement of her hips.

"Jace" She whispered, breathless, she was feeling the effect of her rubbing in her lower parts. She was getting wet, she was more than wet at this point.

"Shh" Jace was quick to shush her. His hand reached the hem of her shorts and slid inside. He did not pull them down instead opted to moves his hand over the flesh of her ass under the silk.

"No undies? Dirty auntie" Jace giggled in her ear. She smirked and bit his neck, Jace groaned at the feeling. "No marks" He warned. She nodded and let go of his skin and licked over it to soothe the skin there.

Jace's hand wandered over her smooth skin, grabbing a handful of her ass. Daelys moaned at the tight grip and rocked her hips with difficulty as he held the flesh preventing any movement.

"Jace, please" She pleaded. Jace shushed her again and moved his hand between the ass cheeks.

He continued wandering until he founded her sopping hole. She gasped at the feeling of his fingers touching her for the first time ever. Her nephew was running his fingers up and down her slit, a thought that has never occured to her let alone for her to live through it.

Jace felt bravery surge into him and he pushed a finger inside. She shivered at the prodding. So he pushed a second finger inside, she was no virgin he knew. He knew from all the guys she brought home. All the guys he watched her make out with. One will never leave his mind though, Artor Clegane, a man, not a boy, but a man who was like 6'2 feet tall she reached his below his shoulder, he played american football and he once heard them having sex. He knows that Artor must have hurt her, no way a man his size and a girl her size could have painless sex, but she always had a stupid smile on her face when she was with him until he of course cheated.

"Fuck" She whined, with Jace no longer holding her flesh she was able to move her hips again. hey created a rhythm of movement. His finger moved in and out curling inside of her in search of that soft spot that made her head go blank, in the process getting her wet.

"Good" She giggled. A gasp tore through her lips when he finally found that spot, hidden inside of her velvet walls. The second he touched it her movement grew more desperate, the bed was beginning to move at this point.

"Is that it, auntie?" Jace teased, curling his fingers again to touch that spot. She let out a loud cry at the feeling. His free hand snapped up to cover her mouth. He added a third finger, he could probably push his entire hand inside and she wouldn't complain.

"Fuck...yes yes yes" She cried against his palm. Jace pulled his hand out of her earning a moan of disappointment from her. He pushed her to lay on her back instead.

He moved between her legs and pulled her shorts down harshly, probably ripping at least a small piece of them. He did not waist another second to push his finger back inside of her. This time her hole was low on the bed, so he wrapped his free arm under her to pull her hips to the level of his own. He started rocking again, imagining that his fingers was his cock inside of her instead.

"mmmgods" Her thighs tensed up. The inside of her thighs was fully coated in her slick, if someone saw it they would think she had pissed herself.

"Such a whore" Jacaerys smirked. He found it funny how she thought she was the one in control minutes ago when she rubbed herself against him. He was merely being a gentleman like his mother taught him, she made him snap, not many could do that, in fact only one woman can do that, Sara Snow.

"yes, whore, y-your whore" She threw her head back feeling her orgasm closing in on her. Jacaerys quickened his pace wanting feel her cum on his fingers, the only thing he can push inside of her, maybe he push his tongue too someday but never his cock, he wished he could push his cock inside of. If only she wasn't his aunt.

"Cumming" She warned. Her hand snapped up to the headboard to brace herself. She was sure that the people in the room beside theirs could at least hear the banging against the wall, she hoped it's not someone they knew, she couldn't remember who was near their room and who wasn't. Was it Rhaenyra and Laenor? Were they in the room beside them? Was it Lucaerys and Joffery? she hoped no, Luce maybe an adult but Joffery was nowhere near there.

"Fuck me" She cried, her back arching as her whole body spasmed. The orgasm ran from the roots of her hair down to the very edge of her toes. Thighs shaking, arms shaking, whole body was shaking. Jace smirked watching her cum on his fingers, sensing her walls beginning to get too tight around his fingers he pulled them out not wanting to hurt her. He slowly set her hips down on the bed. Watching her blissed out face, eyes rolled back into the back of her head, as she laid on the pillow.

"Fucking hell" She whispered. Slowly gaining consciousness again, she truly felt like she lost her consciousness for a second.

"Was that good?" Jace asked. His palms running up her thighs to her mound rubbing her clit, her body jerked back but welcomed the touch as it soothed her. The buzz of the orgasm she just had did not have time to shimmer away before coming back.

"Oh fuck, very good" She whined. Her body moving between jerking away from his touch to chasing it. It was like her body had a mind of it's own, one second it was too sensitive for his touch, the second it chased his touch growing hungry for it in a second.

"Good good? or just good?" Jace smirked, moving his thumb faster. Her back arched off the bed, thighs beginning to tremble again. She hadn't come down fully from her orgasm yet and he was building a new one out of her.

"Good good" She cried. Her body went into a full shock as his thumb swiped with a new pressure. Her eyes were getting wet and tears soon were falling down her face. She wanted more, needed more.

She sat up, and held his hand in place between her legs. Jace smirked down at her moving his thumb, not needing her to tell him to know she was close already. "Don't you dare stop" She threatened. She looked ridiculous, glaring at him with tears running down her cheeks. Mouth falling open with pleasure, eyes fighting hard to keep open.

"Shit yes" She fell back on the bed as her orgasm crashed through her. Jace pulled his thumb away when she began jerking away from his touch fully. He even seized touching her all together not wanting to overwhelm her.

She opened her eyes slowly and watched him. He was watching her closely, watching her reactions. Watching to see if she was alright and that alone made her want to jump his bones but she can't he was her nephew. Her eyes trailed down to his shorts, a tent was obvious where his cock was, a little of her slick had gotten on it as well.

"Lay down" She ordered patting beside her. She moved onto her side, with a little difficulty finding herself exhausted from the mind blowing orgasms he gave her.

Jace obeyed her ordered. He watched her as she moved to push down his shorts and boxers just enough to pull out his cock. Her hand wrapped around his girth feeling his weight in her hand for the first time, he saw the surprise on her face at his size and it feuled his ego.

"Rub it" He hissed, growing impatient. Daelys did not need to be told twice. She began moving her hand up and down slowly at first, wanting him to get used to her touch.

Jacaerys gulped at the feeling of her soft hand moving up and down his shaft. Something he alone did, he never was brave enough to ask a partner to give him a handjob. Even Sara Snow. Yes she did give him the occasional blowjob now and then but it was like she was challenging herself with his length she tried to fit him in her mouth barely any use of her hands.

"Shit" He clenched his thighs together when she moved to use her other hand as well. She cupped his balls, having to pinch his thighs to get him to open them again to give her access to them. They were heavy and big, filled with cum for her.

She smirked as she gained more speed in her movement. Jace slapped a hand on his mouth to muffle his sounds. He whined and cried with each touch. She moved her thumb, swiping it over the small slit on the reddened top of his cock.

He was beautiful, big with heavy balls, with a singular vein on the left side of his cock. She admired his cock, one of the biggest she had seen, she wished that she could have it inside of her but that was not possible, she was his aunt, they cannot have sex, or penetration at least.

"I'm gonna cum" He cried, or more like whisper-shouted after a couple of minutes. At least he didn't last two minutes like most men. She knew he would be able to pull at least two orgasms from her with his stamina, if only she could put it inside.

"Cum, Jacey" She whispered into his ear. A moan like sound left her throat and straight into his ear. His mouth fell open and his eyes closed. She watched as white pearly drops sprouted out of his tip. His cum was all over his stomach, up to his abs.

He cried from overstimulation as she resumed her movement earning a couple more drops, his cock twitching in her palm. She let him go eyes wide, and curious. He was barely able to open his eyes only to find her on her belly near his with her tongue out.

"Shit" He cursed when her tongue touched his stomach, collecting his spend and tasting it. Her eyes raised to look at him with a smirk.

"Salty" She joked scrunching her nose. Jace slapped both of his hands on his face to stop himself from laughing, his aunt found it in herself to joke when they were in this situation.

"Fucking hell" He moved his hands away from his face when she dropped beside him on the bed again. He couldn't even look at her. Lucaerys and Joffery were in the room beside their, did they hear? How is he supposed to face either of them ever again?

#hotd #house targaryen #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #hotd imagine #hotd x reader #jacerys velaryon #jacaerys valeryon #jacaerys strong #jacaerys targaryen #hotd jacaerys #jacaerys fic #jacaerys smut #jacaerys imagine #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of dragons #house of the dragon smut

[frost-queen]

When hiding crosses bridges (Child!Reader & House of the dragon)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine

Summary: You are playing hide and seek with your father, mother and brothers Luke and Jace when you wander into the greens side by chance. Once joined by your cousins and Queen Alicent, there is a cute fluffy moment where Aegon is a bit hesitant to join in, but eventually does. < part 2 >

Daemon turned round, moving his arm up over his eyes. – “One.” – he started counting making you laugh. – “Two… three…” – he continued. Rhaenyra and Jace already taking a run for it. You kept laughing, bouncing in excitement. Daemon chuckled underneath his breath. – “Y/n my darling, I can still hear you.” – he said without looking once. – “Y/n!” – Luke called out, running over to you. He took you by the hand, pulling you gently with him. – “Come little sister, we must hide.” – he told you.

“What about father?” – you asked curiously, pointing back at him while your brother pulled you away. Luke briefly looked up to the ceiling, wondering how you still weren’t getting the rules of this game. – “Father is the one who needs to be looking for us Y/n.” – he explained. You nodded following your brother round the corner. – “So I have to hide from father?” – you asked him to be certain. Luke hummed loud, quickening his pace.

He took another turn and another. He sighed relieved seeing a good place to hide. He hastened over to it, ready to grab the curtain when his hold got blocked. By his side Jace. – “What are you doing?” – Jace shout-whispered to keep his voice low. – “I’m hiding, what are you doing?” – Luke questioned pulling hard on the curtain. – “I saw it first! It is my hiding spot.” – he insisted on, pulling the curtain more towards him.

“No I saw it first!” – Luke insisted on, giving his brother a hard nudge. Jace clenched his jaw, nudging his brother back. – “Au!” – Luke said, giving his brother a good glare. – “Go hide somewhere else!” – Jace pressured on with a firm glare. – “No!” – Luke held his foot down. – “I’m the oldest!” – Jace made clear, sure to keep his voice down but powerful enough. Luke scoffed. – “That is no excuse.” – he replied giving him a slight push.

You watched the entire bickering, waiting patiently. You softly started humming a tune, wobbling on your feet. It made your brother end their bickering to look over their shoulders to you. – “You are supposed to be hiding Y/n.” – Jace spoke turning more towards you. – “I am…” – you responded sweetly. – “I’m going to hide with Luke.” – you added. Luke sighed loud, moving away from the corner. He knelt down to your height, taking you by the arm.

“You can’t hide with me Y/n.” – he said. – “Why not?” – you asked tilting your head a bit. Jace came joining in, kneeling beside his brother. – “You have to find a hiding place for your own.” – he held you by your other hand, making his words clear with his eyes. – “Oh…” – you replied saddened, looking down. – “That is the game Y/n.” – Jace said getting back up. Luke exhaled deep, getting up as well.

From around a corner came your mother out of breath. – “What are you all standing here, your father is coming!” – she warned panicky. Luke and Jace’s eyes widened ushering them to move. They almost bumped against each other in the rush to hide. Rhaenyra lifted the hem of her dress up, taking a further run for it. You turned round, leaving. Jace grabbed Luke by his arm to move him out of his way. It was then that he looked worriedly down.

“Where is Y/n?” – he said aloud. Luke looked down for himself, eyes widening. – “Hiding I hope.” – he answered, slowly feeling a bit guilty of telling you off. Jace came to a realization, grabbing his brother by the shoulders. – “What if she gets lost in this big castle?” – he said worriedly. Luke swallowed ashamed. What if you did? You were but a child. It would be easy for you to get lost.

Both of them were overcome with worry and shame. Maybe they should’ve gone in hiding with you. Hearing their father’s voice in the background, made them panic. Jace pushed Luke aside, taking a run for it. Luke running in the opposite direction in the hopes of being able to find a hiding place before his father finds him.

You were running as fast as your little legs could carry you. Jace had said you needed to hide by yourself, so that is what you were going to do. Find a hiding spot so father wouldn’t be able to find you. Some ladies shrieked when you rushed past them. Soldiers darted away when you came chasing down the corridors. – “Princess!” – one of the guards called out in an attempt to slow you down. You ignored them, keeping your pace up.

You were hardly looking for a hiding spot as you just kept running. The game not entirely clear. You noticed a sudden change in guards. Their uniforms different then the one’s you were known to. Not really stopping to wonder why, you kept going. Laughing mischievous that you were hiding away from father. Would he have already found someone? Your mother? Brothers perhaps?

“Hey what are you doing here?” – you suddenly heard making you come to a stop. You felt scared when the guard came nearer, hands ready as if he was about to catch you. – “You’re not supposed to be here.” – he said. You panicked, screaming loud as you escaped under his arms just as he was about to grab at you. – “Hey! Come back here!” – he shouted turning around to go after you.

Calling it out, you hurried not wanting to be caught. The guard scared you. He called in a few fellow guards to join him on the chase. – “Stand still!” – one of them ordered. – “Get back here!” – another one warned you. Covering up your ears, you screamed loud in a panic. Heart thumping loudly against your chest. You nearly tripped as the storm of guards came closer.

Tears swelled up as they rolled down your cheeks. How much you wanted to be in hiding with any of your brothers now. Sniffing loud, your breath shuddered. There seemed to be no escaping them as you rushed into a room. Just any room. You had opened the door and busted inside, not caring what kind of room it was. Out of breath, you were panting against the heavy door.

“Y/n?” – your eyes widened seeing Queen Alicent slowly rise from her chair, holding a piece of parchment. Near her turned her two sons Aegon and Aemond around to you. – “What are you doing here?” – Alicent asked kindly. You firmly wiped your tears away. Aemond batting his eye down. Alicent softened her expression, coming nearer. – “What is it little Y/n?” – she asked coming up to you where she knelt down.

At the sight of her, you started crying more. Alicent brushing her fingers through your hair to sooth you. – “What happened Y/n?” – she asked. Aegon puffed loudly, crossing his arms. Aemond shot him a glare for acting like this. Your lip trembled. – “Did you get lost?” – Alicent said as you nodded with more tears streaming down your face. Alicent clicked her tongue softly, moving you closer to her for an embrace.

“We were playing hide and seek.” – you told her with a loud shudder. – “Hide and seek?” – Aemond repeated intrigued, coming closer. You nodded as Alicent wiped some tears away. – “That sounds fun.” – she addressed. You nodded again. – “I wasn’t allowed to hide with Luke.” – you told them. Aemond came kneeling beside his mother, holding a hand out to you. – “Did he now little cousin.”

 “That is the game!” – Aegon pitched in from afar. Aemond batted his eye briefly up to the ceiling in despair. – “If I were Luke, I would’ve allowed you to hide with me.” – he said making you smile a bit. – “Would you cousin?” – you replied seeing him nod with a loud hum. You gasped loud, jumping into Aemond’s arms when there was a loud knock on the door. Alicent rose as the door entered. A guard popped his head inside. – “Yes?” – Alicent asked quirking her eyebrow up.

The guard’s eyes fell upon you. – “Good, you found her.” – he said making Alicent look down at you. – “This kid’s been wandering at the wrong side of the castle. I’ll get her out of here, your grace.” – he said with a bow. Alicent saw how you pressed yourself closer to Aemond, clearly frightened by the guard. – “Tell me.” -Alicent spoke, holding her chin up. – “Have you been chasing Rhaenyra’s daughter all around this area?” – the guard wasn’t sure what the meaning of her question was but nodded anyway.

Alicent smiled sarcastically to the guard. – “You may go!” – she insisted on. – “But the child.” – the guard begged. Alicent moved her hand up to silence him. – “Leave!” – she made clear. The guard bowed his head, taking his leave. Alicent took a deep breath, composing herself. – “Apologies Y/n. I hope the guards haven’t scared you too much?”

“I…I didn’t mean to wander off.” – you told her as Aemond was still holding you. – “I was just looking for a place to hide from father.” – Alicent shushed you taking your hand. – “All is well Y/n.” – she said. Aemond got back up, following his mother. – “You can stay here if you like, hide from your father.” – she turned round to wink at you. That made you laugh giddy. Aemond picked you up, setting you on the bed. You started jumping on the bed as Aemond tickled you. It made you squirm and come to a stop.

He kept tickling you till you fell back onto the matrass. You felt a pillow underneath you, pulling it away. Aemond looked stunned when you had thrown a pillow at him. Aegon snorting loud. Aemond turned round bothered to his brother. Aegon held his tongue, trying to keep a straight face. Aemond grabbed the pillow, throwing it towards his brother. Aegon ducked down as the pillow hit an oblivious Alicent. You laughed loud as Aemond had widened his eye. – “Mother I am sorry…”- he apologized.

Alicent picked up the pillow, hesitating a moment before surprising Aemond by throwing it back at him. You were laughing loud as Aemond wiped that smile of your face by hitting you. You fell backwards onto the matrass. Alicent and Aemond quickly grabbed a few pillows to defend themselves. Soon a series of throws were exchanged, hitting each other.

Aegon was the only one not participating. He was glancing your way, hearing your loud sweet laughter. Groaning loud, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He grabbed a pillow, joining the fight that seemed like so much fun. He got hit by a pillow, falling onto the matrass with you. You knelt down, hitting him repeatedly with a pillow. - “I surrender cousin.” – Aegon called out as you kept laughing. He got a bit up, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you down on the matrass with him. Tickling you in revenge.

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[its-vannah]

Karma | Jace Velaryon x Reader

A/N: As requested, this is the second part to "Maroon". I hope y'all enjoy it as much as the first fic, it's not as angsty lol.

Warnings: Death, you have children, marriage, sexist comments made by Lord Baratheon, crying, mentions of an affair

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Part One

Lord Baratheon sat across from you at the long dining table, the glass of wine in his hand drained in seconds. Waving it around as he spoke, his words were slurred.

As the night went on, the topics of conversation became more personal and, for you, highly offensive and embarrassing.

Looking around the table, he released a drunken laugh, "All these women are struggling to bare child, but what you really need is a strong man."

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

You shot your husband a warning look, praying to the Gods he wouldn't go any farther. But he didn't even look your way.

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

"I got my wife pregnant on our own wedding night. It's not an easy feat for most, but for me, it was like a stroll in the gardens."

"My Lord—" You began, but he waved you off, ignoring the glare you shot him.

He laughed to himself as he beckoned a servant to pour him so more wine, "You just have to be in control. Your will to have an heir needs to be greater than anything else. Don't worry about her personal pleasure, but your own. It's your seed that controls—"

Karma's gonna track you down

From the other end of the table, someone slammed their first down, ceasing all movement and conversation.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Jacaerys stared right into your husband's eyes, "That's enough, Lord Baratheon."

You're talking shit for the hell of it

But he just laughed, drinking more wine, "It's all fun and games, my prince. I wasn't only speaking of Y/N, but the other women I've—"

The Prince raised his voice, "Enough!"

The air filled with silence, not a single person moving. Your cheeks were hot, your eyes burned, and your lips quivered as you fought with yourself to hold back the urge to cry.

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

For all his faults and flaws, you hadn't thought Lord Baratheon to be unfaithful. You didn't even know when he had found the time to visit a brothel. He was always tending to his people, whether he was ruling or visiting the local people.

Rattling your ground

Then, it hit you. By "visiting the locals", he meant fucking prositutes. Clenching your first, you shook the thought out of your head.

And I keep my side of the street clean

Despite your heart belonging to another, you would never be unfaithful to your husband. You had more respect for him, apparently, then he did for you.

Pushing your chair out, you stood abruptly, "Excuse me."

Your shoes clicked against the stone floor as you walked hastily towards your private chambers. Once you reached the doors, you threw them open, letting them slam behind you walked over to your writing desk.

Ask me what I learned from all those years

Removing the large necklace your husband insisted you wore, you set it on the table, removing each piece of jewelry one at a time before you removed your dress. Standing only in your petticoat and corset, you braced yourself against the table, finally breaking down.

Ask me what I earned from all those tears

Between your heavy breaths and muffled sobs, you didn't hear the door creak open, the sound of footsteps behind you.

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Careful not to startle you, Jace cleared his throat, placing a hand on your back, rubbing it in a circular motion.

Unafraid of what would happen if someone walked in, you turned to him and melted in his embrace, crying into his shoulder.

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Holding you tightly to his chest, he kissed the top of your head, "I will always love you, Y/N. Nothing will ever change that. It's going to be okay."

(I'm still, I'm still here)

After that moment, you didn't want to let him go. And a year later, you got your wish.

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Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

Lord Baratheon was beheaded and killed in a battle between the blacks and greens.

His younger brother soon took over control of the palace and surrounding area instead of your son, and you were left a widow. And while the locals supported you during your supposed time of grief, you couldn't have been happier to be freed of House Baratheon.

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen

Deciding to wait the acceptable month before another bethrothal to avoid suspicion, you and Jace married soon after.

Standing at the alter, you couldn't help but smile up at him, finally getting the life you longed for. From the crowd, Cregan watched as you found the happiness he had once, unintentionally, taken from you.

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

The wind blew softly, and you realized how free you felt; no longer restrained by your unhappiness. Instead, you were hand in hand with the man you had loved for years.

Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here

Your happiness had once been stolen from you, placed our of reach. But death, ironically, had brought the two of you back together.

Karma's a relaxing thought

As the ceramony came to an end, Jace took your face in his hands, pressing a soft, but deep, kiss to your lips.

Me and karma vibe like that

For the first time since your son was born, you felt at peace.

Coming straight home to me

Even years later, after the birth of your second son, Lynor, and daughter, Nyra, and the battle between his mother and Allicent, his love never wavered. All the stress in the seven Kingdoms could fall on his shoulders, which they did, and he would never stop loving you and your family.

After your arrival to Driftmark, he was finally able to hold your son, Lucerys the second, in his arms. Losing control of himself, he wept for the years he lost with him. But he would never let go now, not until the day he died.

Many years later, when he had already passed and you were on your deathbed, each of your children sat around you.

While Jacaerys had given up his title in favor of his brother, Argon, his children still became miraculous leaders.

Step by step from town to town

Your eldest son, Lucerys the Second, had grown into a strong, yet kind, ruler just like his namesake. While still refered to as a Baratheon to avoid scandal, he knew, accepted, and embraced his true heritage. With a family of his own, he was an example of what a ruler should be. He looked after Driftmark and put his whole heart into ruling, ensuring that his people were well taken care of. His wife, Serna, was not just a prize to him as you had been to Lord Baratheon, but his equal.

Your second son, Lynor, went on to become an infamous knight in the seven kingdoms. A noble warrior, he became the King's Hand when he was of age. He, himself, married Cregan Stark's youngest daughter, Norea, and showed her the same love Jace had shown you in his lifetime.

And your beautiful daughter, Nyra, was highly respected throughout the kingdoms, eventually marrying into House Tully. She reminded you of Jace, who had always doted on her as a child.

And now, as you lay with your children around you, sadness filling the room, you smiled.

Lucerys took your hand, "Mother, I'm not ready for you to go."

You squeezed his hand, "It's time, my boy."

Closing his eyes, he fought back tears, pressing a kiss to your hand.

You're terrified to look down

Lynor was next, shaking his head, unwilling to meet you eyes out of fear that, if he did, he'd lose control of himself, "Do you not fear death?"

You shook your head weakly, "No, my dear, I don't. I welcome it."

You wouldn't know what I mean

"But why?"

It's coming back around

Nyra sat beside you, looking down at you with a soft smile on her face, "Because she'll see father once again."

"I love you all, as did your father," You said, coughing in between words, "He would be so proud of you."

'Cause karma is the thunder

Feeling the world slowly fade around you, you watched as your son's crumpled.

Lucerys wept into his hands, praying to the Gods, and Lynor remained stoic, refusing to break down.

Nyra, however, placed a kiss on your head, saying a prayer as your soul left your body.

Karma is a god

The next thing you knew, you were in Jace's arms again, strolling through the gardens as he had promised all those years ago.

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[chimerathewriter]

Rhaena Targaryen

" Sorry I'm not interesting like my sister Baela, she's a nova while I'm just the moon"

" I'm nobody's first choice, but I know I'm Baela's first choice, and she's my first choice"

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[crownedtargaryen]

cruel summer. - modern!jacaerys

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 pairing: modern!jacaerys x modern!stark reader (a/n): I’m going to preface this by saying this part is mostly filler to establish their dynamic and how the story will go for a while. this story i made while listening to cruel summer - taylor swift and i’m not sure how to feel about it. also, thank you @daenerysapologist for giving me the idea of hockey player Jace. I love it. rating: NSFW 18+, this chapter doesn’t have anything NSFW though. prns: she/her all notes are appreciated. words: 1k tag list: @hopelesswritergall @twizzy123 @howyouloveyourdragon @fairysluna

It's been a long few years here at Iron High, learning to adapt to the new social norms that change almost every week, trying to remember who's on top and who isn't when it comes to popularity, and of course… Tutoring the Iron High hockey captain, Jacaerys Velaryon.

I look at him as he leans back in his chair and looks up at the ceiling. It's been weeks and I swear I've heard the same jokes a million times from him. And the most frustrating part is? He laughed at himself. He finds HIMSELF hilarious! If that doesn't scream self-centered jock, I'm not sure what does. He must think he's the funniest son of a bitch at this school. He has beautiful brown hair and curious brown eyes that remind me of beautifully crafted bark on trees.

"Hey, Stark! Are you listening? Did you get the joke?" I hear him say breaking my thoughts. I stare at him, narrowing my eyes. Maybe his eyes remind me of dog shit instead.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not here to listen to your jokes, I'm here to teach you High Velaryon. Now, can we focus? If you fail this class, you know the repercussions," I remind him. He's only tutoring with me because he needs at least a C to pass, and currently, he's failing. If he doesn't pass, no hockey for him. His whole social life and reputation down the drain faster than it started. He frowns for a moment before leaning forward, smiling that cheeky and flirtatious smile he always does. This is when he's about to say something extremely obnoxious or excruciatingly unnecessary to the conversation.

"What do you call an alligator detective?" He smirks, and I stare back. You know what? I'm not giving him this one.

"An investi-gator. You're not clever. Can we just work on the assignment now?" I groan, watching his eyes widen.

"What?! You can't steal my joke!" He sits back, being playfully offended. I raise a brow as he acts like a drama queen. I can't help but smile. A small laugh escapes me. As he looks into my eyes, his eyes widen. There's something in his gaze that I can't place, a shimmer in his eye that wasn't there previously. His staring before speaking makes me uncomfortable."You just laughed!" He seemed excited, placing his hands on the table and standing up, knocking his chair over. "Holy shit you laughed!" He seems like he's just won the lottery. I furrow my brows.

Denial is now my best friend. "No, I didn't," I say casually, continuing my work. He glares at me. I can feel it on my head. "I think you're going crazy, maybe we should call this tutoring session early." I look up at him, closing my book and putting my papers in my folder. He opens his mouth to speak, but I softly shush him and touch his lips. "Shh, it's alright. The stress is getting to you. You're imagining things. It's for the best. I know, I know. You'll miss me so much." I put my things in my bag, throw it over my shoulder, and push in my chair. I watched him pick up the chair that he'd knocked over. I turn to leave but hear him speak, in a tone I've never heard before. It seemed eager and desperate.

"Y/N, can I give you a ride home?" Jace suddenly asked. When I examined his features, he still looked awestruck and almost pleading. I sigh, hating that I'm giving into his pitiful look.

"Fine. But you have to listen during the next tutoring session. Deal?" I turn around and watch as his expression glows with pure excitement. I feel a smile grow on my face, which I cover with a cough. He quickly agrees and rushes over, offering me his hand. I look at him like he's stupid, moving my palm to his shoulder and pushing him forward to lead me to his car.

I sit in the passenger side of his vehicle, a sense of regret washing over me as he starts his car and pulls out his phone. I expect some rap, some SoundCloud-level shit, and maybe even something he's made himself. What he puts on surprises me.

"Are you in a romantic mood?" I ask, raising a brow. He gives me a cheeky smile and turns up the song without another word. I can't help the grin that comes to my face as he proceeds to scream the words to a song that I'd never expected to come out of his mouth. "Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night, kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright," he says, looking over at me and grinning like an idiot. I laughed, grabbing my phone and recording him, seeing if he falters in shame. He doesn't, he stays strong. "Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life! ONE, TWO, ONE TWO THREE FOUR! I like shiny things but I'd marry you paper rings! Uhuh!" He looks at me as he grips the wheel, urging me to sing along. The only thing I can do is laugh as he gets stronger than ever. Jacaerys Velaryon is the last person I'd expect to see singing Paper Rings by Taylor Swift, but I can't say I'm upset. The entire way home he sings his heart out, the windows rolled down. The regret I'd felt previously has now disappeared as I enjoy my time with him. Maybe he isn't TOO bad.

As we ride up to my house, I feel myself growing disappointed that the time has come to an end, but I make sure not to show it. "Thanks for the ride, I appreciate it," I say softly, getting out of his car. He nods and then waves before honking his horn when I'm at my door. I turn around after my soul jumps out of my skin, glaring at him. He laughed but yells at me.

"Text me! We should go out somewhere!" He shouts, winking and driving off before I can protest.

Stupid Jace.

I then turn to my door, grinning from ear to ear, and walk inside.

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[lunarmoonanons]

Fire and Salt

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YN was considered by many to be the true mix of both her parents. She held her mother Rhaenyra’s beauty and violet eyes, her nose and lips straight from her father Laenor’s nose and silver-white hair. When she was a child, her hair was wild and curly and her appetite for flying and the sea unquenchable. Under the sun her light tan skin gained more color. Yes she was considered to be the true mix of both, and many whispered that she was the only true child between them. 

The girl was not stupid, she understood that people questioned why she out of her brothers looked more like the combination of their parents. YN had hoped that since she looked like her mother just as much as her brother’s did people would not question it as much. But it seemed even in her family, her brother's legitimacy would be questioned. 

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YN had rushed over to the room where her mother was holding her new baby sibling. YN was excited to meet them, hoping for a baby sister, but her quick stride was interrupted by Ser Harwin corralling her brothers toward her mother’s room. 

“Good day, Ser Harwin.” YN skipped over toward them. “Has it happened already?”

“Good day little princess. Indeed, your mother has given birth to a boy. My condolences, as I hear you were hoping for a sister.” Ser Harwin teased the 8 year old who gave an exaggerated pout in return. She was shoved slightly by her younger brother Jace. 

As soon as they reached their mother’s chambers, the three children burst in to see their little brother in their mother’s arms. YN pushed back her brothers to place a kiss on her mother’s cheek. 

“Hello mama. Are you okay?” YN asked, giving her mother’s hand a squeeze. 

“I am fine now, my darling girl. Would you like to see your brother?” Rhaenyra asked. YN nodded and took a look at her new brother, his little scrunched up red face was peaceful in sleep. 

“I suppose he is rather well looking, even if he is a boy.” YN sighed and placed another kiss on her mother’s cheek before going to her father.

 Laenor kissed the top of her white curly hair. YN paid no mind to the rest of the conversation, smiling at Ser Harwin as he held her little brother. When her father sent her brothers back to the dragon pit, YN took a turn to the walls that overlooked the waters. YN loved the water, the idea of flying or sailing excited her. As the wind began to sweep her hair, YN dreamed of the day she would claim a dragon as YN had none at the moment. 

She was particularly close to Seasmoke, the dragon was fond of her as well. But he was bonded to her father, so she had no claim to him. YN had long ago decided that if she was not to claim a dragon she would have a ship to her name. Having told her grandfather so when she was 6 years old, the lord of the driftmark laughed and promised her a ship if she did not have a dragon when she was a woman. 

With a happy sigh, YN pulled away from the seawall and made her way to the dragon pit. Not paying mind to the ones who greeted her. But her stride was stopped by the sight of her uncle Aemond. He looked dirty and tired. 

“Aemond. What happened? Were you-”

“Get off me. Your brothers did this, for all I know you are a part of their prank.” Aemond hissed and pushed her away.

“What prank?” 

“They gave me a pig. Said it was my dragon, as if that was what I deserved.” Aemond muttered, blinking away angry tears. “Your brothers think I am unworthy of a dragon, that I am a pathetic excuse of a Targaryen.”

“I don’t think you are.” YN tried to comfort him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “I am also without a dragon. Do you think I am pathetic? Cause I don’t. We don’t have to be defined by whether we have a dragon. I am sure you’ll claim one. You have the courage for it.”

Aemond gave her a small smile as the two hugged each other close. When they separated, YN made her way once again to the dragon pit. She gave the workers acknowledgement in valyrian, before finding her way to Seasmoke. The large beast lifted its head in a eager way as the princess reached him, bringing her hand up to pat his neck. 

“Rytsas seasmoke. Issi ao behaving aōla ilagon kesīr?” (Hello Seasmoke. Are you behaving yourself down here?) YN asked. The girl planned to spend her afternoon speaking to the beast. Unaware that in the Red Keep, there were plans being made that would change her life forever.  

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[moonflower91]

Battles Not Fought With Steel

summary: After years apart, Saerah meets her nephews again in the same training yard she once beat Jacerys with a wooden sword

It was just as she remembered it. Years before, she had once sat with her father and his Hand, Lord Strong, here at the balcony that overlooked the training grounds.

She'd been a girl then, eagerly licking up whatever attention Viserys deigned to give her. She pitied the girl she'd been, and in a way, was thankful that she saw her sire clearly now.

Slow and weak and blind to all but his own hopes and pride.

Father had often enjoyed watching his sons and grandsons train together, feeding into his own delusion that they would grow up as close, trusted companions, never seeing the tension growing steadily between them.

Part of his foolishness, part of his arrogance, to think that just because he was king and head of their family, that he could force goodwill to blossom between them.

Truth be told, Saerah had somewhat believed those delusions herself, if only to appease her father. Aegon's vicious laughter with Rhaenyra's sons had been rationalized as boyhood blusters. Saerah stealing and secretly destroying the Strong boys' most precious toys had been a childish cruelty, little else than the actions of a mean little girl. The Strong bastards’ taunting of their true born uncle had been brushed off with sneers that to make it heavier than teasing, was to be soft and weak.

Every act of animosity exchanged had been the things of childhood, though Saerah had never counted her nephews as friends for what they'd put Aemond through.

Even her elder brother Aegon, who had so often banded together with the Strong bastards in their endeavours to humiliate Aemond, grew rageful when one of them bested either he or Aemond on the training grounds. Jacerys and Lucerys might be his play things, his hooting shadows that laughed with him when Aemond was teased, but they were still bastards. To best a prince of trueborn blood was something even a fool such as Aegon could not abide.

Then, that night at Driftmark had divided House Targaryen in half. Childhood had died that night and none of the adults present had attempted to soothe the wounds. Instead, they'd severed the mangled bonds entirely.

Where once Saerah thought Lucerys loosing his eye would have been a fair justice, her own exile made her hate the little cretin that coward behind his whore mother, and an eye became too small a price to pay.

As a girl, she'd spent as much time with her father as she was allowed, glowing each time his affection turned to her, even for a brief moment.

Now, she stood at the wall alone, watching her nephews as they practiced their swordsmanship. It was the first she'd seen them in years, but she could recognize them in an instant.

She’d arrived on dragonback a few days prior, and had asked the servants where the unwelcomed host of pretend Valaeryons had wandered off to.

She noted the colors they wore--black and red, Targaryen colors, although they held the name Valaeryion. The two little idiots might as well confirm the rumor that the only royal blood they had came from their Targaryen mother, while the rest of them hailed from the smoking ruins of Harrenhal.

It was a while before Jacerys noticed her, when his eye caught hers as he murmured lowly to his younger brother. He’d a fine face, she had to admit. Harwin Strong had been fine too, before he was melted at Harrenhall.

It would only be proper to greet them. Perhaps it would add a bit more humiliation if she bid them welcome here in the filthy training yard than at the castle gates.

She turned and made her way down the stairs, her slippered feet grazing softly over the stone, heralding her descent with softness.

“Nephews.” She called softly once she reached the boys. Her eyes flashed towards little Luke and her grin widened to see how terrified she looked.

“Aunt.” Jacerys returned, his voice taught. “We missed you this morning.” He challenged.

“Ah, yes, I had other engagements. Helaena’s little ones are just darling, I could not pull myself away from them.”

“I assume you are making up for lost time after your years in Riverrun.”

“Highgarden, actually.”

“Have you found any willing suitors then, at Highgarden?”

Saerah’s brows furrowed. What did he care if she’d had any suitors? “A handful. But I set my sights closer to myself. And from the rumours I hear, one of Daemon’s ilk are like as not to be your bride, whenever your mother decides to cut the cord.”

The tips of his ears reddened and his jaw worked.

“My affairs are not your concern.”

Her mouth hardened. “And my marriage prospects are none of yours.”

“I will one day be king, of course they are of concern to me.”

“Do you honestly care who I take into my bed, Jacerys?” She asked, tilting her head. Then, a wicked thought occurred to her, and she stepped closer. “Is that what you imagine? Me naked, in my bed, contorting my body in all kinds of sinful ways, shaking, crying out with pleasure?”

Jace’s jaw clenched again. “Your attempts to goad me into some kind of argument are falling on disinterested ears, aunt.”

“Oh if I really wanted to provoke you, nephew, I’d take up a practice sword and throttle you once more.” Beside him, little Luke stepped back, but Jacerys, hardheaded and stubborn and proud as ever, refused to back away. Instead, he stared hard into Saerah’s lilac eyes, daring her to do just that. “But fear not. There’s no practice sword in sights. Your face is safe from my wrath. “

"That was years ago, aunt." Jace replied lowly, ears colouring red at the memory of when he'd been throttled by a little girl.  

"I am sure the embarrassment still burns the same."

"As do your hands. Grandfather told me he had your hands lashed for the offence."

"Yes." She replied, biting her cheek as she cast her eyes towards the maid servants flittering about the edges of the yard.  It was the one part of the memory that darkened her mood. "A fair exchange, I would say. My hands healed, your pride may not. Afterall, what future king wants the shame of being bested by a girl over his head.”  

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