#king visenya au

[visenyaism]

Okay so what *would* the line of succession look like if it starts with Visenya??

well complicated because absolute primogeniture would change who is getting married to who. also disclaimer i am making all of this shit up. here are my thoughts.

- so assuming that as the eldest visenya still has to marry aegon out of obligation maegor is born as the heir from the beginning. earlier in he was in canon. aenys is rhaenys and ???s child

- since the order is switched i think it makes more sense to have maegor marry alyssa velaryon and aenys marry ceryse hightower. Judgement call for thematic reasons here: Maegor and Alyssa have Rhaena, the heir, and Viserys (this is Aegon uncrowned but Maegor will be naming his son after his mommy and not his dad come on.) Aenys and Ceryse have Jaehaerys and Alysanne.

- Maegor isn’t king for too long since Visenya lives forever. Viserys still dies after the birth of Rhaena’s twins due to slipping on a banana peel or maybe getting like Ivan the terrible’d by his own dad or something you know how it is with them.

- After Maegor dies, brief succession dustup where the more traditional southern reacher houses all back jaehaerys (half hightower, raised in the faith, male) over Rhaena but they lose their political momentum when Jaehaerys marries his younger sister and loses his “pure westerosi princeling” cred. Oops. Conflict resolved when Rhaena agrees to let Jae and Aly onto her small council, send one of her daughters to the faith, and betroth the other to some reacher family or another. Doesn’t matter because Aerea dies very young and Rhaella becomes a septa still.

- This leaves Rhaena in a bind trying to figure out which of her cousin’s kids to designate as heir. Kind of a problem since Rhaena never remarries and puts the succession question off until all of them are old.

- Alysanne backs Rhaenys, eldest child of their eldest child and bearer of Dark Sister.

- Jaehaerys backs Baelon and his son Aegon (Viserys I but in this universe since Visenya was king the function of the names Aegon and Viserys are switched) because he still hates women.

- This is already self-indulgent so I’m going to say bitter jaded elderly Queen Rhaena pivots at the last minute and backs Saera, Jaehaerys’ willful maligned daughter who miraculously returned from essos where her own Aerea did not. (she made it to the dragon pit and claimed Balerion in this one. just for fun)

- Dance of the Dragons happens earlier and has 3 major factions. Stormlands and Crownlands back Rhaenys, the Reach, Westerlands, and Vale back Baelon, and the Triarchy backs Saera. After that literally who knows.

#asoiaf #well i did have fun thinking about this #the function of the names aegon and viserys are switched and in a hundred years we get Daemon Darksister. btw #alysanne is a brunette in this universe also #valyrianscrolls #king visenya au

[ammmyturtle]

Baela Targaryen, our grumpy little hatchling XD

Baela: Visenya get that raven off my head >:|

Visenya: :D No

🐦‍⬛: 😈🎵

#the blacks & the greens #my thoughts on the blacks & the greens 101 #asoiaf #baela targaryen #daughter of daemyra #the dance of dragons au #valyrianscrolls #princess visenya targaryen #alyn velaryon #king viserys #daemyra babies

[sanktasansa]

"Ushers don't make stuff."

"[T*rgaryens] don't plant trees."

That's it; that's the post.

#manifestjng someone writing an au where rod and mad are incestuous king and queen of westeros #madeline is so visenya-coded #rodderick is so aegon-coded #the fall of the house of usher #fall of the house of usher #tfothou #asoiaf #anti targaryen #not really but to be safe #mike flanagan

[maegalkarven]

A future fic carcass I'll write when I write (after I finish 9 ungoing fics)

King Viserys dies at the wedding celebration of his daughter, Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.

No one else does.

I am a firm believer Otto and Viserys are the rot on the face of the House of the Dragon and without these two everything would be fine-ish.

Unfortunately, we need Vissy T for his kids to be born, so Viserys dies soon after Aemond is conceived. Sorry, Daeron, not this time.

Joffrey doesn't die because he doesn't manage to provoke Criston before the king dies.

Rhaenyra overrules his father's decision and marries Harwin Strong.

Their son Jacaerys Targaryen is the heir to the throne, Lucerys Targaryen is the heir to Harrenhal.

Daemon marries Laena and lives at Dragonstone (Rhaenyra grants him that), their firstborn is the heir of Driftmark.

Laenor joins the Queensguard and is sent to Dragonstone to protect Prince Daemon (ha) and his future heirs.

Criston Cole becomes the Commander of City Watch while still retaining his white cloak (what? He did it in canon, can do it here).

Rhaenyra removes Tyland Lannister as the master of ships and appoints Corlys Velaryon (back).

When Baela and Rhaena are born, it is decided to betroth Prince Aegon and Lady Baela, making him future lord-consort of Driftmark (and successfully removing him out of succession of the iron throne).

When Jace is born, his and Helaena's betrothal is announced.

Baelon is born without an issue and the royal family meets at the celebration on Dragonstone, where Aemond claims Cannibal and loses an eye in the process.

(Kinslayer, everyone. It fits).

Afterwards Luke is sent as a ward to Harrenhal with his father. A huge ass scene ensures there Luke clings to Aemond and refuses to go.

Aegon makes a greasy comment and gets punched.

Both Aegon and Baela are sent as wards to Driftmark.

Lucerys still leaves.

Harrenhal doesn't burn bc even if Larys kills Harwin and Luke, there's still Lyonel and Joffrey in the equation. Lyonel keeps serving Queen Rhaenyra as her Hand.

Years later the royal family meets at the wedding celebration of Baela and Aegon, where Luke and Aemond behave very much like Rhaenyra and Daemon at Rhaenyra's not happened wedding.

Rhaenyra and Alicent clutch at their pearls, Rhaenyra suggests father died because of seeing something like that.

Daemon asks if she implies they killed Viserys, then asks where is Baelon.

Laena replies Baelon is playing knights with Joffrey.

Rhaenyra and Harwin Strong (no) have three more children, Aegon, Viserys and Visenya, all silver-haired like their mother (her uncle).

Laena is fine with it, they have a poly. Laena doesn't have more children because Baelon's birth was a ghasty one.

Baelon claims the Grey Ghost.

Otto is never called back to the capital because (suprise!) Rhaenyra didn't rush to kill her 3 y.o brother or the other one who was born after Viserys' death. Instead she marries Aegon off so he's no threat.

Aemond eventually joins the Queensguard and is appointed to the future lord of Harenhall.

Lucerys refuses to marry and appoints his brother Viserys as his heir, who marries Visenya. They have a very good life in Harrenhal.

The reason Luke skips over Joffrey is because Joffrey is always at the sea (with Baelon), and Aegon the Younger is bethrothed to Baela and Aegon the Elder' firstborn, Laena.

Everyone lives happily ever after, Otto gets to be the head of the house Hightower after he successfully plots against his own kin, since his blood is secured on the throne, if in unconventional for him way.

He once tried to manipulate Aegon, but was cut off sharply by Rhaenys and Corlys, who kind of adopted the boy as theirs.

Aegon enjoys wandering about Essos very much, he, of course, whores around, but he and Baela have an agreement. One of Baela's children is born from Alyn of Hull, but no one is any wiser, since everyone just thinks the child looks like her.

Jacaerys and Helaena have three kids, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera and then Maelor.

Jaehaera is oldest and so is the heir.

Oh, and Rhaena is happily married to Corwyn Cobray. They have a daughter, Rhaenys.

#hotd #hotd au #queen rhaenyra #hotd fanfic #fuck viserys #i will write it one day bc i have such a vivid image of the scenes such as: viserys' death. rhaenyra overruling her father's decision #explaining it and trying to mediate it so Corlys wouldn't start another war #'i thought it was in the tradition for the king or queen to marry their hand's child' #the greens' FACES at that #rhaenyra gathering Laenor and his entire fam and suggesting queensguard #“but then he won't be able to wed a woman. have a family-” #-exactly *Rhaenyra and Laenor lock gases. she nods. he nods.* -i accept #Aemond just fucking WANDERING AWAY TO CLAIM THE SCARIEST ASS DRAGON THAT IS THERE #the total panic then Laenor finds him and brings back with EYE LESS. (he almost got to the castle but fainted mid way) #corlys trying to push for baelon as the heir and laena&rhaenys being: “NO” #the unspoken kinship in the house of whoring around. Harwin being like “i support my wife's wrongs” and loving egg vis and visenya as his #NO ONE KNOWING THEY'RE NOT HIS. LIKE LEGIT THEY COULD BE HIS OR HARWIN'S. EVEN RHARNYRA DOESN'T KNOW #aegon living his best life as a sailor and explorer #Aemond looking at Laenor and being like “i can do that too” #laenor living THE BEST LIFE by his sis and her husband/his friend's side. and Joffrey is ALIVE #criston eventually getting over himself and accepting that Rhaenyra indeed couldn't run away with him #like imagine if they run away and then vissy t died #whoops i guess #also i just realized i accidentally made it so that Harrenhal is eventually ruled not by Strongs but Daemon's kids #lmao i guess #They are Targaryens (tm) your honor #the amount of dragons they're about to have...like harrenhal has 4 just with luke aemond and visx2 #Dragonstone has 3 even if all kids scatter about #cobrays have 2 (Rhaena's and her daughters) #driftmark has at least 3 and then Laena is born and its 4

[all-is-fair-in-love-and-war]

~A Rogue Delight~

king with a crown verse

@caraxes--rider

"You wanted to see me, father?" Visenya asked as she finally arrived back at the Red Keep. She was still in her riding clothes, having taken to the skies with her dragon Laxyra nearly two hours ago. It was upon her return to the dragon pit that she was told her father was looking for her.

Her silver hair was now messily braided from the wind and her cheeks were red. She often went on rides with Laxyra, being gone for hours upon hours sometimes without telling anyone. She enjoyed the freedom of the skies and she could stay on her dragon back all day if she could. Although that was not to say she did not like spending time on the ground, or in the keep. She adored her family and spending time with them, but she often found it difficult to stay in one place for very long.

#sorry its a short starter #caraxes—rider #Visenya #Daemon #HOTD AU #a king with a crown verse #born a rogue and a delight #a medici and an orsini

[xoxotria]

inferno | y. jh

pairing: targaryen!jeonghan x targaryen!reader

themes: house of dragon!au, incest, arranged marriage, typical house of dragon themes

warnings: incest, unprotected sex, edging, oral sex, switch reader, mentions of reader having breasts and a vagina

summary: unable to make his two troublesome children settle down the king takes matters into his own hands and decides to wed them.

“you and i are made of fire. we have always been meant to burn together.”

i.

another daughter of the lord baratheon storms out of the prince’s chambers a scowl on her face as she passes by the targaryen princess. curious she walks towards her brother’s room to see what all that was about.

“chased off another one dear brother?” she teases as she peaks into her older brother’s chambers.

jeonghan sits at the edge of his bed a cup of wine in hand as he rolls his eyes at her.

“it’s not my fault she’s too tame for my taste.” he smirks.

jeonghan targaryen, the second heir to the throne after their other brother seungcheol, was a menace always getting into trouble with his dragon. he was an untamable soul—one that even the king, his father, cannot control.

“emā se ānogar hen zaldrīzes flowing rȳ ao. they’re sepār zūgagon naejot zālagon.” you have the blood of the dragon flowing through you. they’re just scared to burn. she smiles taking a seat on the set of chairs in the middle of his chambers.

“hae gaomagon ao jorrāelagon mandia, skore dīnagon īlva isse keskydoso situation.” as do you dearest sister, which puts us in the same situation.

he was right, she wasn’t very different from him. despite the god-like appearances they carry, she was a targaryen. according to her grandfather king jaehaerys ii, every time a targaryen is born the gods toss a coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land. as much as targaryens are prone to greatness, they are also prone to madness.

the targaryen princess was vastly known to be like her ancestor queen visenya targaryen. a passionate, stern and unforgiving woman who feared nothing and no one but she was also loving to her two brothers. she trusted no one other than them—she was their little flame. she was immensely stubborn and headstrong, challenging her bethroned to keep up with her which always ends up with them break off their engagement unable to diminish her inferno.

she knew what she wanted and she wasn’t going to let anyone get in the way of what she wanted—what she deserved.

“father will have our heads for breaking off another engagement he worked so hard to arrange for us.” she watches as jeonghan stands up to refill his cup downing it as he shrugs.

“his anger has always been temporary, ñuha perzys. it will only be a matter of time before he finds us another engagement to break.” he winks. my flame, the term of endearment he gave her as soon as she was born into this world.

“let us hope that is the case, there are only a few noble houses to choose from left—for me anyways, baratheon, tully, stark and hightower to name the few. are we as the rumors say we are?” she whispers softly as she peers up at him.

he puts his cup down as he encircles his arms around her, engulfing her into a tight hug. he knew of her worries—he’s heard the whispers in the king’s landing regarding both of their tendencies to be unreasonable and extremely picky when it comes to their betrothed or the rumors about them being together alone in each others chambers in the middle of the night.

“we know fully well who we are, who cares what they say? you and i ride the biggest dragons to ever live, we do not need the approval or the validation ñuha perzys.”

“i suppose your right.”

“please, ñuha perzys. i am always right.” he boasts as she shoves him off of her with a smile on her face.

to many of the people in the palace, the bond they shared seemed to dance the lines between siblings and something more. with personalities that matched each other’s, the similarities in their ways of thinking, and the way they presented themselves to the court and to the people of the kingdom. they mirrored each other so well.

jeonghan would hear the rumors as he loitered the streets of the city on days sleep would not find him, he thought about it. targaryen’s often marry siblings, it was a normal occurence in their family. their ancestor king aegon i even took both of his sisters to marry. it plagued his thoughts whenever he found himself staring across the hall at the sight of his little flame listening to her betrothed talk endlessly about something that did not intrigue her one bit as she toyed with the necklace he gifted her on her nineteenth name day.

unknowingly to the male, the female targaryen also harbored similar thoughts about her brother as she watched him and his betrothed acquaint themselves with each other in the gardens she often read. she would feel a pinch of jealousy as his betrothed made advances on him causing her to storm off to the dragonpit to go ride on vermithor.

“except when it comes to the women you choose.” she laughs as his face morphs to a shocked one.

“you did not! i don’t even pick them!”

“yes, i did! you always had a choice on the matter brother.”

lunging at her, jeonghan pushes her unto his bed as he tickled her sides causing her to erupt in laughter.

“take it back, ñuha perzys.” he smirked as he pinned both her arms above her head as he continued to tickle her sides.

“never.” she whispered realising how close their faces were to each other.

“i’ll give you one last chance. take it back.”

lilac colored eyes stared into light blue eyes, faces centimeters apart as the tension between them rises. his eyes glancing down to her lips briefly as he watched her bite her bottom lip.

kiss me. her eyes begged, breath hitching as he leaned down closer their noses touching.

“say it.” he whispered. say you want me to kiss you ñuha perzys and i will.

they stared at each other, hearts pounding against their chests, their bodies flushed against one another. they knew they had no right to touch each other, crave them like air—but they did. somehow they knew that the fire that burned in them was only meant to burn together.

“i—”

“jeonghan! father is summoning you.” seungcheol’s voice booms behind the wooden doors as he slams his fists against it.

snapping out of their thoughts jeonghan pulled away and offered his hand to help her up from the bed as she muttered a small ‘thank you’. she had made her way back to the seat she was in just in time before the doors slammed open with her other brother walking in.

“i never said you could enter, brother.” jeonghan muttered as seungcheol sat down on the other seat across from the princess.

“ñuha perzys, i didn’t know you were in here.” seungcheol greeted as she smiled at him.

“i had the honor of seeing another lady storm out of his chambers.” she replied as seungcheol laughs looking over at his younger brother.

“again? for fucks sake, jeonghan! what’s wrong with her now?”

she isn’t her. he thought bitterly as his eyes met hers quickly before looking back at seungcheol and shrugging at their brother.

“too ‘tame’ is what he told me.” she pipes up as seungcheol’s brow raises at him.

“at this point, i do not even know who father would set you up with anymore.” he snatched the cup of wine from the table before turning to the princess. “you as well.”

“what is that supposed to mean?”

“please, ñuha perzys. i know everything that goes on in the keep. i heard about the lord crying and storming off after you took him out on a ride with vermithor.”

she once took the young lord on a afternoon ride with vermithor not knowing how the boy was terrified of both heights and the strong personality she had. the lord was a pussy anyways hurling at the stories the princess told about various poisons and tricks to kill someone without the evidence pointing back at you. it didn’t shock her he’d already fled back home with his tail between his legs.

“not my fault the boy hasn’t grown a dick yet.” she shrugged earning a chuckle from jeonghan.

“well father is not going to be please with both of you either way so i suggest running along and heading to meet with him and at the small council meeting room immediately.” seungcheol stands as he makes his way out jeonghan’s chambers.

the two shared a look before heading out as well, a look they shared a lot recently, a look that meant they were fucked.

ii.

“i am at my wits end with the both of you! you scared off the last lord in close vicinity interested in you and you—” the king points slams his hand on the table as the princess and prince look on bored as ever. “—you have yet to marry a lady i set up for you! time is running out for both of you troublesome children of mine.”

“father i will not be tied down to a boy who can not handle a woman such as myself. i know what i want and what i deserve. jeonghan feels the same way. do not expect me to marry a boy who only wants me for my cunt and dragon.” she reasons her voice stern as jeonghan nods in agreement beside her.

the king was livid. he could not understand why his children was being this difficult with finding spouses! he did not know what to do with them anymore. he hadn’t cause his father this type of problems when it came to his marriage.

“i may be your father but i am also your king! my word is absolutely final. what am i to do with you?” he glares at his children, a headache starting.

does he try one more time with the lords of houses valaryeon or stark? or the ladies of house lannister or strong? the king was stuck on what to do until an idea popped up inside his head.

“seeing as your engagements to other houses have yet to be successful you have left me no choice but to wed you both to each other seeing as only the both of you tolerate and understand one another. i should have done this from the start and saved myself time.”

the two royals glanced at each other as they silently cheered in their heads. this was it. their chance to finally be themselves unapologetically without thinking about how their betrothed would act or what the people would say but doubts of how she would react still plagued jeonghan’s thoughts.

would she like that? he thought as he glanced over at the princess beside him.

“father…” he glanced over at the king as the princess stayed silent beside him. “i will only do so if she accepts to as well.”

she stared at the marble table in front of her as she takes jeonghan’s words in. he was giving her a choice in their marriage. was he not interested in the idea at all? was he hesitating to marry her because he loved someone else? she had to play her cards right, if she declined she would probably shipped off to dragonstone and wait to be married to some lord she’d have no choice but to marry for political reasons or does she take the chance with the one person who she truly feels something for? she briefly glances at her brother who sat quietly staring at her before glancing over to her father.

“i’ll do it. i’ll marry jeonghan father.”

“then it is settled! you will marry in two moons time.” the king announces clapping his hands as he stands to congratulate his children. “i can die happy knowing my children are settled well into this world. it is the only thing a father wants for his children.”

“thank you father.” she replied a small smile on her lips as jeonghan intertwines their hands together.

“i will fulfill my duty towards you and the crown, father. you have my word.” he declares as he plants a kiss on the back of her hand.

duty. she was only his duty. she thought bitterly as she exchanged a tight-lipped smile with him, her father cheering and talking with the hand gleefully in the background.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

the princess grew distant with jeonghan, something everyone in the palace took notice of. preparations for the royal wedding were well underway as they only had a limited amount of time and everything needed to be perfect.

“you look absolutely stunning ñuha perzys.” seungcheol complimented as she stood on a pedestal being fitted into her wedding gown.

“do you not think it is too much?” she asked gesturing to the silks that clung to her body.

“nonsense, ñuha perzys. it’s perfect.” he cooed at his baby sister. “is something wrong?” he asked he noticed the change in her posture.

“nothing is wrong.”

“something is bothering you. everyone leave us.” he commanded as the seamstress and the ladies exited the room.

“tell me what is wrong and i will do something about it.” he demanded softly as he took her hands in his.

“you and i both know i can do far worse than you brother.” she chuckled.

“do not change the subject ñuha perzys. i’ve noticed the distance of you and jeonghan as of late and i’m not the only one. what’s on your mind?”

seungcheol had noticed the subtle changes between the two. he did not want to pry into the changes in the ‘relationship’ his siblings had but as their older brother it felt like he needed to especially when the pair had been ignoring each other for the past few days after the announcement of their engagement. he noticed how jeonghan was distracted during lessons and small council meetings, spacing out more than usual. he planned on cornering him but it was harder to see him alone with all the planning he had been doing for the wedding so when he found out about his sister’s dress fitting he took the chance to talk to her and get to the bottom of things.

“i know marriage is more often than not only for political reasons and that targaryen marriages are often something the crown does to strengthen claims to the throne and blood purity. that’s all it us right? a duty—to the people, to the king, to the crown. i get that marriage is mostly a duty! a stupid fucking duty.” she chuckled darkly. “i don’t want to be someone’s duty, seungcheol. i deserve more than that. i’m a targaryen princess. i ride vermithor, one of the biggest dragons from old valaria. i am more than just a fucking duty! so why am i just a duty to the crown for him when he’s so much more to me? am i not worthy to be wed just because he loves me?”

jeonghan’s words had affected her more than she let herself too. she hated knowing she was just a duty to him—a fucking duty. she was going to be his wife for the rest of his life and he viewed her as a duty? she was livid. after the meeting with their father she had made her way to the dragon pit and took vermithor out on a ride returning in early hours of the day before the sun came out completely avoiding the blonde prince who waited for her to return but eventually fell asleep doing so.

she had avoided being in the same room as jeonghan since that day which confused him. had he done something to upset her? did she not want to get married to him? he had been hurt when he knocked on her chambers to spend time together like they always did before bed but she shooed him away as soon as he had knocked on her door. he tried several times to corner her alone after that waiting by the library to see the end of her lessons with the septa or at the dragon pit waiting for her to come down from her flight with vermithor but with their wedding fast approaching it was impossible to do so. he gave up after the fifth day deciding to sulk about it instead or make it everyone’s problem that he wasn’t in the best mood because she had been avoiding it.

“he said that? for fucks sake! don’t you see that he is absolutely obssessed with you?” he asks taking her by surprise.

“he does not, seungcheol. you should’ve heard it come out from his own stupid mouth that i was just a duty to the crown for him!”

“ñuha perzys you are stupid to think he does not love you.”

“prove it then.” she interjected stubbornly.

“gods are you blind? have you really not noticed anything?” he asked as she shook her head ‘no’.

“do you ever wonder why father never reprimands you for things you do out of line? well, it’s because jeonghan always takes the blame for you even if father knows it was you who did it. all those fucking lords that would dare talk ill about you or sexualize you with him in the same room—the one’s who’d disappear all of a sudden? they’ve all been murdered by jeonghan. gods i would know—i was there as he tortured them before feeding them to vhagar once. he fears no consequences that will come to him if it meant you would be safe and taken cared for. that man has done things that would traumatise any other normal human being but he did it for you. if that doesn’t show his love and dedication to you i do not know who will ñuha perzys.”

“then why did he just not ask father from the start to marry me if he felt that way?”

“do you honestly think he will risk his relationship with you not knowing how you felt for him in return? he endured seeing you with lords not even worthy of you.”

she felt confused. had he really viewed her the way she did secretly? had she really missed all of that?

“fuck.” she cursed as realization of his actions, his words— him had set in her mind. “what do i do seungcheol? he most probably thinks i hate him for having to marry him.”

a smirk makes it way across seungcheol as he looked at her.

“leave that part to me, ñuha perzys.”

iii.

after days of trying to get him alone, the prince jeonghan was finally away from the chaos of preparing for their wedding. he had been practicing on a wooden dummy in the training yard, swiftly jabbing his sword as it delivered calculated and fluid movements that would make any enemy falter and die in a span of minutes. he was always skilled with a sword as he never wanted to not be prepared in case the threat of battle was present. he did not like his life being in the hands of his guards. she had approached him silently as he delivered one last swing at the dummy chopping it’s head off clean.

“ñuha dārilaros skoros ēza se dummy gaomagon naejot jiōragon such wrath hen ao?” my prince what has the dummy done to receive such wrath from you?

his head snapped at the sound of her voice as he sheathes his sword by his hip. he was mildly surprised to see and hear her infront of him after he had been unsuccessful at being granted a private audience with his betrothed for days.

“ñuha perzys, skoros grants nyke se rigle hen emare ñuha betrothed isse ñuha presence tolī tubissa hen issare denied hen such?” my flame, what grants me the honor of having my betrothed in my presence after days of being denied of such? his eyebrow raised teasing her but there was a hint of bitterness in his tone that wasn’t looked past by the princess.

“may i invite you to take a walk with me, my prince?” she asked politely as he nodded falling into step beside her as they walked through the gardens.

a tense silence blanketed the two royals as they walked in step with each other, hands so close to brushing each other with how close they were. months ago, they would watch each other walk the same paths in the garden with each other’s betrothed with spite as they watched their betrothed try to swoon them over with flattery that would take them nowhere—nothing would swoon them over. no amount of riches, fame and flattery could. they just weren’t who plagued their thoughts.

“will you ever tell me why you’ve been actively avoiding me or shall i tickle it out of you?” jeonghan piped up as he stared down at her.

“i have not been avoiding you. i’m just busy with wedding preparations—”

“bullshit! i have been busy with my own share of wedding preparations but will always have time to spend with you. what have i done ñuha perzys?” he demanded standing infront of her as she peered up at him.

“for someone as smart as you are, you are quite dense.”

“ivestragon nyke kostilus, nyke daor gūrogon se lyka treatment hen ao mirre longer ñuha perzys.” tell me please, i cannot take the silent treatment from you any longer my flame. he begged as he grasps her hand in his own.

“a duty.” she whispered watching his face morph into a confused expression.

“you called me and our betrothal a fucking duty to the crown.” she glared at him as realization passes him.

“ñuha perzys, you are a duty i would gladly fulfill until my last breath but you are not only that to me. however, i would rather tell you that in a more private setting rather than the gardens where someone could easily eavesdrop into our conversation.” he explained as he kissed the back of her hand.

“sepār ȳdragon isse Valyrīha, mērī īlon drējī shifang se udrir isse īlva lentor se se people kesīr.” just speak in valyrian, only we truly understand the language in our family and the people here. she uttered pulling her hand away creating some distance from him.

he sighed pressing his lips together but nodded. he gathered his thoughts as she stared at him, jaw clenching as she absentmindedly bit on her lip.

“fuck—don’t do that.” he whispered.

“speak or i’ll leave.”

“i will—just. fuck.”

jeonghan was never this bothered by any woman. he was used to women fawning and lusting over him usually throwing the bodies against his hoping to receive a reaction from him (they don’t) before he pushes them away in disgust. so how was it that by simply biting with her lips, he could feel his self restraint thinning fast.

“i’m serious. i will leave.”

“don’t.” he pleaded.

she narrowed her eyes at her betrothed as she stared at his tense form. she could faintly make out the built of his body from the way his sweat made his clothes stick to his body. she gulped trying to rid of the unholy thoughts running through her head.

“nyke gōntan daor mazōregon emare naejot dīnagon ao sepār kesrio syt nyke viewed ao hae such. iksan daor mēre qilōni kessa dīnagon syt political reasons iā mirros tolie than se fact se ābra nyke dīnagon iksis se ābra nyke jorrāelagon. nyke gōntan daor chase qrīdrughagon mirre lī ābrar, ossēnagon mirre lī lords, gūrogon multiple blames syt anyone. ao gīmigon se type hen issaros iksan ñuha perzys.” i did not accept having to marry you just because i viewed you as such. i am not one who will marry for political reasons or anything other than the fact the woman i marry is the woman i love. i did not chase away all those women, murder all those lords, take multiple blames for anyone. you know the type of person i am my flame.

he thought about the lords he’d torture and feed vhagar after hearing such disgusting and crude marks about her—people who viewed and lusted her as just some royal whore made his blood boil. he swore that as long as he lived, he would kill such disgusting animals without any mercy.

“eman dedicated ñuha ābrar naejot ao. nyke promised nykēla bona hae bōsa hae ao sagon biare kesan gaomagon everything isse ñuha power bona ziry stays bona ñuhoso. bona daor ōdrikagon kessa mirre māzigon naejot ao. kostan daor sagon se sȳrje rȳ expressing ñuha emotions rȳ udra yn nyke hope bona hēnkirī kesan sagon able naejot. jaelan īlva naejot sagon isse iā biare dīnilūks ñuha perzys. mērī ao se eman keskydoso inferno bona burns deep iemnȳ īlva. īlon we’re va moriot meant naejot zālagon brighter hēnkirī. lo nyke could urnēptre ao skorkydoso olvie nyke jorrāelatan ao nyke would” i have dedicated my life to you. i promised myself that as long as you're happy i will do everything in my power that it stays that way. that no harm will ever come to you. i may not be the best at expressing my emotions through words but i hope that together i will be able to. i want us to be in a happy marriage my flame. only you and i have the same inferno that burns deep within us. we we’re always meant to burn brighter together. if i could show you how much i loved you i would.

he watched her for any reactions from him basically professing his love and dedication to her. he was practically calling her his already.

“pār urnēptre me—prove naejot nyke bona ao aren’t verdagon bisa bē sepār naejot mazverdagon nyke rȳbagon skoros jaelan naejot rȳbagon.” then show me—prove to me that you aren’t making this up just to make me hear what i want to hear.

her eyes burned into his own, a look of need behind them. she needed him to prove whatever he said to be true. it was a harsh environment they lived in, they needed each other to get through it alive besides, two dragons are better than one right? his head was foggy as he made his decision but he knew this was the way he could prove his feelings towards her.

he kissed her. he heard her breath hitch as his lips crashed against hers.

“i’d do anything for you, ñuha perzys.” his hands gripping her waist as he whispered between kisses. “you just have to say it.”

his touch sent tingles through her entire body. he had touched her before but never this way, it felt addicting to touch her that way—in ways only he could.

“tell me what you want. i promise you i’ll give it to you, anything you want.”

“you.” she whispered as their lips brushed against each other.

“i want you jeonghan. i’ve waited long enough to have you this way ñuha jorrāelagon. i will not wait any longer.”

never had jeonghan imagined the day he would hear her speak such words towards him—all those years of pining and protecting her had taken him to this position. she was a magnificent sight to him. he had always seen her in such way despite knowing of the many personalities that she displays to certain people. she held herself in power and bravery without doubt with a fire behind her actions. she was always his flame.

“eman waited tolī bōsa naejot rȳbagon lī udra issare uttered hen aōha lips ñuha jorrāelagon.” i have waited too long to hear those words being uttered from your lips my love.

“i’m sorry for making you wait,” she had pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck as he gripped her closer to him.

“i would wait a thousand years to be with you, ñuha jorrāelagon.”

“you do not need to wait any longer. i am here now.” she smiled as she pressed her lips against his.

they kissed each other as if they were starved, jeonghan’s tongue sliding into her mouth as she moaned at the feeling of his hands grabbing unto her ass. she moved forward slightly pressing herself harder against him as he groaned at the feeling of her breasts pressed against his chest.

he pulled away foreheads touching as they caught their breaths. he smiled kissing her softly before cupping her face in his hands.

“let me take you somewhere more private.” he whispered as she nodded.

letting herself laugh as he took her hand into his and dragged her into his chambers. what they would be doing was immoral but neither had cared at that point. they were getting married soon anyways what difference would it make?

jeonghan takes the sight of her in his chambers in. she had been in there before but it was different now. her visits once used to be of innocent banter and chatter but it succeeded that now.

a smile ghosts across his lips as he slowly brushes a stray lock of her hair away from her face as she leaned in towards his touch. he kissed along her neck smiling as he heard her breath hitch tangling her fingers in his long locks.

he hummed as he nipped at her neck leaving bruises in his wake. his hands were running along the curve of her breasts to the curve of her back leaving her breathless.

“you have no idea how long i have been imagining seeing you in this light dearest sister. do you touch yourself at the thought of me?” he asked, pulling the fabric of her dress down to swirl his tongue on her nipple.

“always.” she breathed biting back a moan. “gods just touch me already.” the way his tongue swirled around her nipple and his featherlight touches had her arousal pooling between her legs.

“mmm…patience, little one.” he whispered against her skin, goosebumps rising.

her chest rose and fell, eyebrows furrowing at the pleasure she was getting from just his tongue. he’d tease her another time—he wanted her now.

jeonghan pulled his tunic off in a swift move, his trousers coming off just as quick. her eyes followed his movements, widening at the sight of him. was he going to fit in her? the thought sending shivers down her spine as he kissed her.

she had wrapped her legs on his hips, their cores brushing against each other earning moans from both of them. he was intoxicated with the way she coated his dick with her slick. he wanted more. he needed more.

he had kissed her with a ferocity he had held back all those years. he walked them towards the edge of his bed. gently he lowered her to his bed his lips peppering kisses on her chest down to her waist until he reacher her inner thighs.

“jeonghan.” she moaned out as his nose brushed her clit.

“relax, ñuha perzys.”

he licked her cunt, eyes watching as she wriggled in pleasure as he drank every drop of arousal he could get out of you. pleasure pooled in your lower regions as he stuck his tongue into you whilst his fingers played with your clit.

“seven fucking hells! yes just like that.” she cursed as she pushed his head deeper into her.

he chuckled as he continued his pace of pushing two fingers into her inserting another one to stretch her out futher, he could feel her getting close as her walls clenched around his fingers. the knot in her stomach painfully tight as her legs squished his head his tongue sending her over the edge.

he licked her arousal as she rode out her high. eyes fluttering shut as jeonghan pulled away to kiss her on the lips wanting to taste herself on his tongue.

he kissed her deeper as he aligned himself to her cunt, brushing his tip against her sensitive clit causing her to moan out once more.

“i need you inside me, please…” she pulled away from their kiss.

“it’s going to hurt for a bit ñuha perzys.” his eyes met hers as she nodded.

he rubbed circles into her hip as he coated his entire length with her arousal before sliding into her all the way to the hilt. she moaned feeling so full of him, falling back against the pillow. he kissed her as he allowed her to adjust to his size.

she could feel the pain subside before the immense pressure she felt. he moaned as he felt her clench around him.

“gods that feels so good.” she moaned out as she tapped his shoulder to make him start moving.

jeonghan peppered kisses along her neck and chest as he pulled out until the tip of his dick before bottoming out.

“seven fucking hells you fit me perfectly.” he growled into her ear as he rammed into her at a fast pace.

he reached around her to roll her nipple between his finger with her crying out in pleasure.

“you are my flame, princess. i crave your fire as i crave you.”

she had felt a sense of cockiness go through her as she heard those words fall from his lips. she had ripped herself away from him and pushed him to lay on the bed with a growl. she ran her fingers over the skin on his abdomen, lightly dragging her nails across his skin, making goosebumps appear. she had straddled his hips, aligning his dick against her core. with eyes locked on his, she slowly sank herself all the way down to his balls, mouth falling open as he stretched her.

“you’re fucking gorgeous, ñuha perzys,” jeonghan breathed as he gripped her hips, “fuck me. be my good girl and ride my dick.”

she did as he requested using his chest as leverage rolling her hips as she bounced on top of him. each time she came down his dick hit deep inside her hitting that one spot that made her see stars and clench around him.

she was losing herself with every new sensation she felt, every minute of her riding him pushing her closer to the edge of madness. jeonghan’s hands was busy pinching and tugging her nipple as the other reached between them to stroke the bundle of nerves.

“you’re doing so well,” he cooed. “just like that love…”

gods, he would be the cause of her undoing.

“jeonghan…i’m close…” she cried out as her head fell back.

and in one smooth motion, the prince had rolled them over, pinning her hands over her head. pounding into her at a brutal pace, jeonghan had latched his mouth to her breast, catching her nipple between his teeth and pushing her over the edge.

“jeonghan!” she screamed his name as her orgasm exploded through her, tearing through her and leaving her a panting mess beneath him.

“fuck…” he cursed out, pumping in and out of her chasing his own high before he finally came spilling himself inside her.

she had looked up at him, finding affection gracing his features. she had cupped his face bringing his face to her own to kiss him.

“does that prove how much i longed for you?” he asked as he pulled away from her breathless.

“it has, ñuha jorrāelagon.” she had smiled as he settled down beside her drapping the furs on their naked bodies.

“remember this,” he had run his fingers through her locks as she settled on the crook of his neck. “i would give the world to you if you asked me to. i will let the world burn if it meant you’d be mine for eternity. that is how much i love you.”

“i am yours as the sea belongs to the moon, the way dragons belong to the skies, and the way the embers in my heart only burn for you. you are the fire that i would conquer kingdoms for. my soul will forever be entangled into yours, as long as i shall live.”

jeonghan knew then that no matter what he would be the cause of the world’s demise if ever the god’s that reigned over them decide to play their ruthless games on her because she was what kept him away from the madness that always seemed to grab a hold of them.

they were from the same fire—always destined to burn together.

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Being Rhaenyra Targaryen's husband would include:

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Okay this is my 3rd time uploading this, because tumblr was being a whiny bitch. This turned out much longer than I expected and I'm already planning on writing more in this au. I combined book and show canon, although I kept the Velaryons as black. I also renamed some of Rhaenyra's children and gave her 1 more.

This is not team green friendly or kind to Alicent. At all. Reader is a petty bitch who adores his wife and whose love language is murdering their enemies in various secret ways.

Warnings include murder, forced infertility (Viserys), Rhaenyra and Reader scheming for the throne.

You're the oldest son of Rhaenys Targaryen and Corlys Velaryon. Greatness is in your blood.

You're proud - how can you not be? You're the oldest son of the Sea Snake and The Queen Who Never Was, the heir to High Tide and the next Lord of Driftmark. You're the second rider of Silverwing, after Queen Alysanne. You are cunning and clever - everything your parents could wish for in a son. You have a lot to be proud of.

After fighting in the Stepstones and being knighted, you emerge as one of the chief candidates for Rhaenyra's hand.

The brothel incident still happens in this au and Rhaenyra still sleeps with Criston.

When your betrothal is announced, you both agree to do your duty. And although you aren't Daemon or Criston, you are still handsome and a warrior. Doing her duty will not be difficult for Rhaenyra.

You quickly fall in love, much to both your surprise. Rhaenyra falls first, your loyalty and ferocity in defending her sneaks past her defences.

You fall harder, her wit and hidden darkness, the type that matches yours, pulls you in. Her soul speaks to yours and feels familiar on some level.

By the time Jacaerys is born, you're incredibly happy and in love with each other.

Your darling boy is quickly followed by Lucerys, Baelon, Aegon, Gaemon and eventually (after a few years) your twin daughters Visenya and Aemma.

Your royal apartments are rarely quiet because of your children. They adore their mother's hugs, love to hang off your shoulders and follow you both around the Red Keep like little ducklings.

Being the best dressed couple in Westeros. Rhaenyra likes it when you match and often coordinates your outfits to do so. Sometimes it's matching her dress to your doublet, other times it's more subtle like you wearing ruby beads in your locs to match the precious stones in her bodice. It makes her feel like you're on a team and she knows you feel the same way, judging from the little smirk and raised eyebrow you give her when you see her and the maids going through your wardrobes.

You and Rhaenyra love to gossip together. It mainly happens in bed after you make love. She tells you the latest rumours her ladies in waiting told her and you reveal the scandals you heard from your manservant and squires.

You encourage her to be more visible to the common folk. You know that if she has their love, then any attempts to usurp her will fail. Your little family becomes regular fixtures in King's Landing as you explore the city and restart Queen Alysanne's charitable ventures. Rhaenyra starts heading sessions for women to raise any issues.

You know it's working when you hear people talking about the Realm's Delight and the Sea Dragon and praising your efforts in improving their lives.

The sight of you both racing your dragons high in the sky is a frequent occurrence. It started as a way to unwind after the small council meetings. As your family grew, your children joined in, strapped into yours or Rhaenyra's saddles. When they grew old enough and their dragons were big enough, they followed you on theirs.

Dividing your time between Dragonstone and the Red Keep, although visits to Driftmark are also regular events.

Laenor frequently pops in to visit and spoil your children.

Corlys and Viserys both compete to be the favourite grandparent, but you and Rhaenyra know that Rhaenys is the real favourite. For the sake of peace, you won't reveal it.

Despite Daemon and Laena staying in Pentos, you keep up a regular correspondence with them. You even arrange to meet in Driftmark with your children a few years into your marriage. Your children bond quickly, while the adults watch on and tell stories.

Being married to the heir to the Iron Throne isn't easy and there are many people who would see that Rhaenyra never becomes Queen.

As her consort, you consider it your duty to make the path easier for her.

Your first victim is Criston Cole. After murdering Joffrey Lonmouth, you expect him to get punished. The news of Queen Alicent accepting him as her sworn sword leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, particularly when you have to break the news to Laenor.

Along with your pride, one of your greatest attributes is how protective you are of your loved ones. Joffrey was Laenor's lover as well as one of your good friends.

It takes a little while to plan, but one day gossip erupts about Criston being found drunk in a brothel that's particularly debauched, even by the standards of King's Landing.

You seize your chance and tell your goodfather that perception is important, that such a knight like that cannot be allowed to guard the royal family, especially the Queen. Viserys ignores Alicent's protests and Criston is gelded and sent to the Wall.

Speaking of Viserys, you know that any sons he has will be pitted against your wife.

You also know that his health isn't very good.

You decide to help him by giving him a tonic that your mother swears by, along with some lotions and creams. "Two drops of this with your morning meal every day and you'll soon feel better, Your Grace," you persuade him. "And wouldn't it be wonderful if you could meet your future grandchildren?"

Your father told you once you could sell water to a fish, such was the power of your silver tongue.

Viserys' health does improve after taking the tonic and the lotions that are massaged into his skin fix most of his pains.

However you failed to mention that the tonic and lotion both have herbs which cause infertility if used over long periods of time. Your mother only uses the tonic, and does so sparingly.

Viserys and Alicent only have Aegon and Helaena as a result of your actions.

You and Rhaenyra work hard to charm lords and ladies to support your cause.

You go on progress across the realm, flattering and courting all the noble families you meet.

It quickly becomes known that to be one of Princess Rhaenyra's ladies in waiting is a boon for attaining a fortunate marriage. In turn, you surround yourself with ambitious lords and their sons who want to advance their own interests.

It's a delicate dance, but you were taught how to make alliances by your parents, plus your charisma and ability to speak to anyone makes you one of the most popular members of the royal family.

Any attempts Alicent makes to gain allies for her son are countered by you and she can't stand you.

She tried to make Rhaenyra bring Lucerys to her when he was born, but you shut that down. "I wasn't aware that the Queen was in such poor health that she couldn't come herself to meet the newest member of our family," you say with a mocking smile. "The King is already coming to meet his grandson and I'm sure he would wish for Her Grace to join him." The sour look on the Queen's face when she finally arrives, only to find Viserys holding your baby boy, is a sight you'll remember for weeks to come.

You're Rhaenyra's greatest weapon and she despises how popular you are. You weren't supposed to be this politically adept, your children weren't supposed to be that lovely and polite and Rhaenyra was not supposed to be the heir when Viserys already has a son.

She says so to Larys Strong, who decides to do something about it without telling her.

You survive the pathetic assassination attempt because of a loyal servant.

Rhaenyra finds out what happened and she is furious. When she finds out Larys did it? He's a dead man walking.

His body is found in a secluded corridor at the bottom of the stairs. It's fairly obvious that he slipped and fell in a tragic accident - the servants had only finished cleaning and polishing those stairs the day before.

You thank your wife for avenging you with a sapphire necklace and several rounds of insatiable sex that eventually results in your son Aegon being conceived.

Unfortunately Lyonel Strong takes this as his chance to resign as Hand and return to Harrenhall, something you and your wife are unhappy about. You will miss him and his unwavering loyalty and fairness.

You miss him even more when you find out Otto Hightower is returning to King's Landing to be Viserys' Hand again.

The return of her father emboldens the Queen, although you and Rhaenyra are more than a match for them, both during the Small Council meetings (which you are Master of Ships) and outside them.

Eventually though, you decide to take care of the problem, although your wife cautions you to be careful.

A year after becoming Hand again, Otto Hightower is dead. His health had been declining for some time, even before he returned to King's Landing, but the poison you'd had your spies slip into his furniture and clothing certainly made his end quicker.

You knew he had a food taster, so you had to be careful to make it appear natural. A quiet conversation with Daemon had pointed you in the right direction.

Although it appeared to be natural, you knew that Otto's last days were a living hell. A fitting end for such a man.

With his death, you recommended Viserys make Lyonel Strong Hand again or even name Rhaenyra to be the Hand, as preparation for her future role.

His decision to name Rhaenyra as Hand is one of the only good decisions he's made.

It gives her more experience in governing the realm, particularly when he starts to become more frail.

After several years of this, she is confident in her role. She will be a magnificent Queen and you're truly honoured to be her consort.

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Dark Desire - Modern AU! | Chapter 2

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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Emotional Hurt/ Comfort/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D

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You waited as any guest would wait in the hall of the family's gigantic mansion in the center of King's Landing. With your suitcase at the door, you dropped the shoulder strap on it and walked to the family photos until someone made an appearance. You stopped to contemplate the pictures and you felt an immeasurable attack of jealousy. A recent family photo. The whole family in it, smiling. Helaena and her husband Jace with their two newborn twins, Daeron and his girlfriend, Alicent sitting and just behind her Aemond with a smirk… and your smiling father picking up one of Helaena's children, while Jace put his arm around the shoulders of his wife, who was holding the other baby. You hated him at that moment, could he smile that happy smile with Helaena's children and he was not able to look at your face? You kept looking at the photos with a serious face, more photos of the newborns, of the four brothers when they were younger… One of your father holding you when you were just a baby… you liked that photo. It was a sample of what could have been and was not... your eyes also fell on another of your favorites. In it, Aemond carried you on your shoulders while you had disguised yourself as Visenya. You were six years old and... you remembered having told him that he would be Vhagar... you looked away. At least your grandmother, who you knew was in charge of that, had had the decency to put two pictures of you on that hall cabinet…yet your eyes widened when you realized that these weren't the only pictures of you in the hall…there was a picture of you, a prom picture on the that you were dating Brynden Rivers, who had been your boyfriend until a few weeks ago... you were not embarrassed by the ridiculousness of the photo, nor by the fact that your ex was already considered one of the family... if not because you realized he was a bloody copy of Aemond, right then and there. They both had that Targaryen presence… and both were missing an eye… Brynden gracefully concealed it in front behind a lock of white hair, Aemond exposed it with his eyepatch… all this time you'd been dating a copy of Aemond... and you wanted to die... your grandmother needed to take that picture off there, for your sake. It shouldn't have taken long... no one was going to miss it... you took the photo when, behind you, you felt a presence that hugged you tightly by the hips and he took you with an affectionate growl in a hug...

"(Y/N)!!!" your uncle Daeron shook you in his embrace while you continued with the photo in your hand. Please, that picture needed to be removed from there. Getting a hug like that, you almost thought Daeron had missed you, almost seemed so, almost…

"Uncle" you replied, hugging him back, without letting go of the photo. You would throw it away as soon as you could.

"But how beautiful you are! How much have you grown in the last year!" he told you affectionately, stretching your cheeks, as if you were still a girl. Frankly, Daeron was the nicest of all your uncles, of the whole family. To him, you were still a little girl.

“(Y/N)” your grandmother waved behind you, getting your attention. Daeron took the opportunity to continue on his way away from you and you hugged your grandmother. You hugged her lovingly, still holding the photo in her hand. She knew what it was like not to feel like a dragon surrounded by these. You saw her twist her face when she saw you in those shorts and the top that left little to her imagination. You knew she was going to ask you… “Aren't you cold like that?” she told you just after the hug ended. You knew what was going through her head, she had always been too religious, but in that respect you had come off as a Dornish woman, wild and flawless.

"It's what it takes in Starfall" you replied with a shrugging smile. “It is much hotter there”

"Yeah, yeah... Tomorrow we'll go shopping, if that's okay with you..." she commented to you with a sweet smile. You agreed. Brilliant. You were going to buy the same thing but newer, only you didn't answer. "Why haven't you gone up to your room?" she asked you seeing that you had waited there until she had appeared. "This is your house, too," she told you as you two began to climb the stairs that led upstairs. You carried the suitcase, the shoulder bag and the photo. You'd rather do it than Cole did, who had stayed outside checking something about the car. With Alicent, it seemed as if that really was your home, but you knew it wasn't.

"Oh, Grandma, can you take this picture out of the hall?" you told her, giving her the frame with a smile, just as she finished going up the stairs. She looked at you confused as she took it in her hands.

"Why? It's the most current photo I have of you... and you're so pretty... and with that boyfriend so well dressed... ”she told you smiling as she looked at the photo. You were surprised that she didn't get any resemblance. But it didn't miss you either. Brynden had to seem good-looking to her because he looked like her children when they were younger.

"It's just that we've broke up" you scratched the back of your neck with an embarrassed smile, and she looked at you confused. You could read her mind 'Well, he hasn't lasted long'. It was what she wanted to tell you, but she just tried to smile and looked back at the photo.

“Oh, I'll take it off then. Better. You're too young for boyfriends "she told you approvingly "Even so I would like to have another photo of you, to put it in the hall, since you were not in the family photo..." you continued walking to your room. They could have waited for the photo as well, but they had taken it just a few days before you arrived. “Aemond was so demanding to take the photo for us… and then your father…” she began to tell you… In other words, you weren't in the family photo thanks to them… you sighed. It was not going to be an easy summer.

Finally, you arrived at the room that served as yours. Even though it didn't have anything recognizable as yours, you told your grandmother she was the same as you left it and thanked her. She left you alone to unpack, but you just lay tired on the bed. You wrote Brynden several messages telling him how ridiculous the anecdote with the photo was. You still got along, and you could tell that he still had a crush on you. You did not remember why you had left him, except for a simple whim knowing that the time to return to King's Landing was approaching... to return to the side of who you wanted to be, unconsciously, you had ended up doing everything for Aemond... Brynden took advantage of to call you, even though you knew it was just a pretext to hear your voice. You spent a while talking to him, only to end up telling him that you had things to do. You kept lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It was clear that everyone was interested in you except the one you were interested in... How wrong you were...

"By all seven, and where does this macabre crossover come from?" Daeron asked his mother, who was sitting at the kitchen island, changing the photo from the hall. Alicent looked at him raising a confused eyebrow.

"What is a crossover?" she told her son, who laughed at his mother's doubt and decided to open the fridge in search of a bottle of water. That kitchen was huge, like everything in that house, but there had been a time when that monstrosity had made sense, a time when everyone lived there and not just Alicent, Aemond and Aegon, as they did now.

“It's just that he looks like Aemond,” Daeron commented to his mother, pointing at your ex in the photo she'd removed from the frame. Alicent started to say something, when Aegon appeared with a smirk, his eyes red and puffy with exhaustion.

“Who resembles the most beloved of all my brothers? Please, let me know,” he said, sitting down in front of his mother on that island, ready to have breakfast, although it was already lunchtime. Besides, he was already well within his chance to mess with Aemond. He was not going to lose an opportunity to do what he liked most in the world.

"He's the boyfriend, well, now ex-boyfriend of (Y/N)" Alicent commented "She asked me to remove the photo because they broke up" Aegon took the photo and looked at it with a scowl while Daeron and Alicent continued talking.

"Well, the girl starts strong," laughed Daeron as Aegon continued trying to understand what the hell was going on, how was it possible that you had grown so much? At what point had all that been lost? "I'm sure she has Daddy issues" he continued joking "Only instead of having them with you, because it's obvious that you've never been with her, she has them with Aemond" Daeron addressed his older brother who laughed sarcastically. Aegon thought it must be a coincidence.

"What's that?" he asked again Alicent, who was always lost in the conversations of her children.

“Ask Helaena to explain it to you. She's the one who studied psychology,” Daeron told him, turning to leave the kitchen, drinking from his water bottle.

“(Y/N) has already arrived. She is in her room” her mother informed Aegon, who only sighed leaving the photo aside of her “It would be fine if you go say hello”

“Yes, of course, now in a while. She will be… she will be with her things. I don't want to disturb her,” Aegon snapped, looking away. At what point had you grown so much? He had lost everything... he hated himself... you were all he had and he hadn't even known how to be there for you...

"This is the last summer she's going to be here," his mother explained, and Aegon snorted sarcastically, screwing up his face.

"She has another one. She turned seventeen two weeks ago,” he said with a roll of his eyes, as if someone was going to tell him how old his daughter was.

"No, Aegon, no. (Y/N) turned eighteen,” his mother told him with a disapproving scowl. And Aegon froze. "She will start the University after this summer," Alicent explained to her, but he didn't listen anymore. Perfect. Now he really was the worst father in the world.

You had finally opened the suitcase when you heard a knock on the door without much conviction, you said that you could come in and you continued putting your clothes in the closet. When you turned to put on it another piece of clothing, you found your father looking at you with the same sadness with which he always looked at you, with his hands in his pockets. Like every time you saw him, you felt like you weren't ready for him. Neither of you both was.

"Hey" he greeted you in a whisper, and you smiled. You knew it was the most he could give you. Were you okay with that? No, but you couldn't demand much more of him. Aegon Targaryen was not a good man and you were too generous to hold it against him. Disheveled and with the face of having gone out to a party. This is how you would always remember your father.

"Hey" you returned the greeting in a more animated way while you continued taking clothes and leaving them in the closet. For a moment there was an awkward silence in which neither of you knew what to say. You saw how he sat on the bed and kept looking at you.

“I like your top” he told you, looking at you with what seemed like a trace of affection, and you smiled back.

“Grandma hates it. I've seen it in her face when she's seen me” you commented to him as you continued to put your things away and he laughed.

"Well, it's that it shows a lot of… skin for her taste" Aegon looked at you more animated, but still with that absolute sadness in his eyes "You're really prettier since the last time I saw you" he smiled at you and you smiled back. This was the longest conversation you had ever had. That gave you hope that something could change between you.

"Grandma is going to take me shopping for clothes tomorrow," you explained, narrowing your eyes and Aegon laughed.

"Great, so she can go crazy when she sees you with whatever you choose" he said with a sincere smile. Maybe he and you weren't that different. Two completely rebellious but lovely souls. At least that was how Aegon defined himself. You laughed at his comment, as if he had read your mind. "And what happened here?" he said, picking up the shoulder bag that was on the floor and that was destroyed after removing the patch with the Targaryen heraldry. Now there was only the Dayne's.

"Nothing" you told him taking the shoulder bag from his hands, completely blushing. You didn't want him to dig any further into what had happened to it, so… it had all been Aemond's fault. He just looked at you and he blamed himself because you had removed the shield from the dragon house. He looked away before speaking honestly to you.

"I'll buy you another, and have them embroider the Dayne shield on it" he tried to smile at you, as if he wanted to break a spear with that, as if that made up for the years he hadn't been, as if he had understood that all hope of you feeling like his daughter had disappeared...

"Thank you" you said with a sincere smile and he returned it the same. He got up and stretched, tired from the night before. He yawned and headed for the door. Something inside you knew that this was going to be the longest conversation you were going to have with him all summer.

"I will not bother you anymore. I'll let you place your things ”he said taking the door handle, ready to leave.

"You don't bother me, dad" you replied. Your eyes begged him to stay, that he be there with you. You had things to tell him. You could tell him about the entire year you hadn't seen each other. But, you knew your father. He never stayed.

"Glad not to disturb you, (Y/N)" Aegon responded by opening the door and closing it behind him. He didn't look back. He always hated that you didn't yell at him, that you didn't blame him for never being with you. You were too good for him, and he could only hate himself for it.

When you went downstairs to  lunch, everyone had disappeared. You ate alone in the kitchen, watching how the cook went from one place to another preparing the things for the dinner that would be held in your honor that night, with all your uncles. At last, you would see Aemond. In another time, he would have been the first to see you and the last to say goodbye to you. You finished eating and to the surprise of the cook, you washed your plate and your glass. She looked at you incredulously and commented that Aemond had only been polite enough to do that when he ate alone. Yes, indeed only he could do it. You sighed to yourself and got ready to sit in the gardens of the mansion, near the pool. You would wait a while to bathe, then you would read… that was how you were going to spend your whole summer in that house, that was your idea.

"I'm just saying that genetics is what it is," Daeron explained again, a drink in hand as his father poured himself one. You kept looking at Helaena's children. One of them sitting on his father's knee while the other was on his mother's. Silver heads and brown eyes. They hadn't released the Targaryen look and Helaena was arguing with her brother about the fact that their eyes could change over time.

“They are still small. They are only five months old. Babies' eyes change,” your aunt huffed angrily as she rocked the child in her arms. He laughed, as did his brother on his father's legs. Jace looked at her confused.

“Would it be so bad if they gouged out my eyes?” he said with a half smile. You were all sitting in the garden of that huge house, sitting around a coffee table on some swings that your grandmother had put up the year before. Everyone seemed to have their place, and you sat in the only one that was empty. It must had been Aemond's. You recognized him by that expensive cologne that he used and the always perennial smell of tobacco on his clothes. They kept arguing about the color of the babies' eyes and your father came up to you. He offered you a drink, you were old by his standards, but your grandmother quickly admonished him. You were all still talking, waiting for Aemond to arrive for dinner. Well, the others were talking, you just looked at that French door waiting for him to appear, like a puppy in love.

“Well, it doesn't really matter who they look like. They're going to have the last name Velaryon, so…” Aegon shrugged, sitting across from you, but looking at his little sister and intruding on the conversation.

“Really, I don't care who they look like. We were just talking. Here the only one who is obsessed with lineage, blood and dynasty we know who he is…” Helaena snorted, her child falling asleep in her arms. You started paying attention to the conversation because you knew who they were going to talk about.

"No, what? Aemond? Please, no,” your father teased sarcastically. He took a sip from his glass, as if the topic really cheered him up. You had always known the animosity they had, but at that moment, you laughed at his joke, without understanding the depth of his words.

“I still remember the rant he gave me when he first brought Lya home. All because she was a Stark and where this left us that with our Valyrian lineage, and blah blah blah” Daeron began, rolling his eyes, opening a beer.

“At least he scolded you. He spent two weeks with me without speaking to me when I got pregnant. He told me that he thought I was having a tantrum with Jace, but he was glad that it wasn't in the end. Can you believe it?" Helaena said looking at her husband, who only answered her with a shrug.

“He spent his teenage years reading too much about dragons and ancient Valyria. Nothing good can come of that,” Aegon said, to which his mother scolded with a look.

“That's not true… When (Y/N) was born, Aemond didn't say anything. What's more, he looked really happy ” your grandmother scolded everyone with her eyes, trying to defend the coldest of all her children. You blushed. In those days it was hard for you to remember that after all, Aemond had been around even the day you were born.

"Of course not. She is a woman. The problem would have come if (Y/N) were a boy" Daeron sighed "If she were a man and were to continue the 'lineage', which obsesses him so much, it would have been different ”. You turned pale, what was happening with Aemond in recent years? You didn't remember him like that. He hadn't always been like this. They continued talking, finally changing the subject. You realized that too many things had changed for your liking.

At ten o'clock your grandmother decided that you had waited too long for Aemond to have dinner together. You already sat at the table without him. They toasted you, they asked you what you had planned to study, if they had already decided, Daeron encouraged you to study law. Aegon annoyed him saying that you should study Marketing. There were always vacancies in the company. Helaena encouraged you by saying that you could study psychology and then work in her consult. You willingly accepted the suggestions, to finally say you still didn't know what you wanted to do with your life the following year. Aegon took your shoulder in a protective gesture, and told you, whispering in your ear that he knew about the art school, that your mother had told him and that he was more than fine with it. You felt a wave of affection run through your body. You wanted to hug him, but he just nudged you affectionately with a mischievous smile. You smiled at him. It was a start.

At twelve o'clock at night, you were already sitting alone in that enormous room, in front of the gigantic television. The rest of the house had already gone to sleep and you were in the dark. Only illuminated by the light of the screen. You had the volume turned down to a minimum while watching the adult cartoons you had watched so many times with Aemond before last summer. They really didn't interest you in the slightest. You were just waiting for him, like a scorned lover. Your ex sent you a message, asking you what you were doing, you were just going to reply when you heard the front door open. You ran to meet him, almost with tears in your eyes. You needed to see him. You needed him to hold you.

You found him coming in the door, well groomed as always, reluctantly leaving his keys on the hall cabinet, and just when he looked up, in front of him. You were, freeze, admiring him with the sad eyes of a girl whose heart had been broken. His pupil dilated, why did you have to wear such short sleep pants? Why had you become an even prettier woman in that past year? He shook his head and cleared his throat.

"(Y / N)" he greeted you as if he had seen you yesterday, as if you hadn't seen each other for a year... as if nothing happened between you. He walked towards you with a slow and sure step.

"Uncle Aemond" you greeted him the same, with the same coldness that he had used. In another time you would have run to him to embrace him, but those were not other times. They were what they were, and you hated them with all your might.

"Now you're going to call me ‘uncle’, hm?" he told you, approaching and raising an eyebrow provocatively. For the first time in your life, you felt stupid talking to him. “All your life you have called me Aemond and now you call me 'Uncle Aemond'. Prefect” he released full of irony, as if he really wanted you to get away from him.

"You've also always come for me and this year you haven't," you blurted out, crossing your arms, indignant and hurt with him. You looked at him, but he just laughed. He just laughed, looking you up and down, his lips parted, as if he was trying to provoke you. He scanned you up and down with his one eye and laughed, as if his mind was running through a thousand thoughts that you had no idea about. He looked away, hating himself for what had just crossed his mind and he headed towards the kitchen without saying a word to you. To his displeasure, you followed him closely. He knew you wanted an explanation as to why he hadn't come looking for you, but it wasn't a simple explanation, or anything he wanted to talk to you about.

You saw him sit at the kitchen island after opening the fridge and grabbing a plate of leftovers from dinner. He was going to dinner alone and you sat across from him in silence. You needed an explanation, but all he did was snort at the way you sat across from him. He leaned back in his chair and let his hair down, just as he removed his eye patch, silently admiring you, and you admired him too. A true Targaryen. That was what you had in front of you, a sharp-jawed dragon with a powerful presence. That violet eye scrutinized you in silence. He pursed his lips. Always cold. Always stoic. He had been like this for everyone except you. Now this was with you too.

"Have you had a lot of work today?" you asked him, as if that justified his lack of interest in you. You looked at your hands, nervous, waiting for an answer. All the gallantry you had with other men went overboard with Aemond, with him you just felt like a little girl, despite already being a woman.

"Hmm" he did not want to answer you. Dry mouth, trying to swallow saliva to talk to you.  You were beautiful. That damned year had made you even more irresistible. Those perfect purple eyes. Those eyes of his blood, of his lineage… he had imagined so many times that last year that… your eyes locked with his as you knelt to suck his… he shook his head at him. He was a fucking monster. He should see you for what you were. He hated himself for not doing it. "How was your flight?" It was all he could think of to tell you, just before starting to eat.

"Well, it was very quiet" you replied. You looked at him again and saw how he smiled a superior smile, slight, almost imperceptible, but there it was "I missed you..." you whispered to him. You noticed how your nails played with the skin of his hand, going up his arm. You expected him to also tell you that he had missed you, but perhaps he was too direct with you, verbalizing something that neither of you wanted to accept.

"I think we should keep our distance, don't you?" he spoke to you with a cold tone, and almost cruel. The glowing blue prosthesis lit in the dark, her features accentuated by the shadows from the kitchen. "We both know what's wrong with us"

"I don't understand you" you told him, but of course you understood, you wanted him to hug you, you wanted him to kiss you, you wanted him to make love to you. You blushed at the idea. What was going on in your head? He laughed at your words, cocky and arrogant.

"Of course you understand" he said, turning to look at you, like a wolf on his prey, as if he couldn't control what he felt for you anymore "You're not stupid, (Y / N). You are no longer a child and you know perfectly well the effect you have on others... the effect you have on me...”You widened your eyes at his confession. So…so, Aemond was interested in you? That's why he'd spent the last summer so far away from you. He felt attracted... "Of the two of us, the responsible adult is me, so it's my turn to mark the distances first. That’s why I didn't go to pick you up"

“Aemond…” you started to say, but he cut you off quickly after downing half a glass in one gulp, as if he could end up with his dry throat.

“Stop, (Y/N), enough. Please” It was all he asked of you, as if it were so simple for you “We are going to distance ourselves from each other. It will be the best” he repeated to you again, and you did not even continue listening to him. You got up from the chair and ran away. You weren't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

#aemond x y/n #aemond smut #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen modern au #aemond targaryen smut #aemond modern au #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x fem!reader

[witchofhimring]

Aemond Targaryen x Reader HOTD AU (what if women had the same rights as men?)

In this AU women have the same rights as men which changes the history of Westeros. In this story the reader comes from an island off Westeros and marries into the Targaryen family.

I do not know if I will make a book of this concept by I will make headcanons and one shots. Certain aspects will be changed from the books.

This list includes OC's. The next post about this AU will cover Reader's children and grandchildren.

Queens:

Visenya the Conqueror

Parents: Aerion Targaryen and Valaena Velayon

Spouce(s): Aegon Targaryen

Children: Maegor Targaryen

Reign: 1 AC-44 AC

Birth: 29 AC

Death: 44 AC

Canon changes: Rules in her own right and rides Balerion instead of Vaeghar.

Maegor the Strong

Parents: Visenya Targaryen and Aegon Targaryen

Spouce(s): not decided (I will chose at a further date)

Children: none

Reign: 44 AC- undecided (TBA)

Birth: 12 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is the heir to the Iron Throne. No wars with the faith or nephews. This changes the political landscape of Westeros.

Rhaena the Black Queen

Parents: Aenys Targaryen and Alyssa Velaryon

Spouce(s): Aegon Targaryen, Androw Farman

Children: Aerea Targaryen, Rhaella Targaryen

Reign: TBA

Birth: 23 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes Queen in her own right, is Maegor's successor.

Jaehaerys the Old King

Parents: Aenys Targaryen and Alyssa Velaryon

Spouce(s): Alysanne Targaryen

Children: Aegon Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, Aemon Targaryen, Baelon Targaryen, Alyssa Targaryen, Maegelle Targaryen, Vaegon Targaryen, Daella Targaryen, Saera Targaryen, Viserra Targaryen, Gaemon Targaryen, Vaelerion Targaryen, Gael Targaryen

Reign: TBA-103 AC

Birth: 34 AC

Death: 103 AC

Canon changes: Succeeds his elder sister. Makes Rhaenys his heir.

Rhaenys the First

Parents: Aemon Targaryen, Jocelyn Baratheon

Spouce(s): Corlys Valeryon

Children: Laenor Velaryon, Laena Velaryon

Reign: TBA

Birth: 74 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes Queen

Laenor the Lazy

Parents: Rhaenys Targaryen

Spouce(s): Rhaenyra Targaryen

Children: Jacaerys Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon, Jeoffrey Velarion

Reign: TBA- 120 AC

Birth: 93 AC

Death: 120 AC (presumably)

Canon changes: Becomes King. In the books Laenor is born in 94 AC however as he is the elder sibling in the show I moved up his date of birth to be older than Laena.

Rhaenyra the Dragon

Parents: Viserys Targaryen, Aemma Arryn

Spouce(s): Laenor Valeryon, Daemon Targaryen

Children: Jacaerys Targaryen, Lucerys Targaryen, Jeoffrey Velaryon, Aegon Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen

Reign: 120 AC- TBA

Birth: 97 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes Queen by succeeding her husband.

Daemon the Black

Parents: Baelon Targaryen, Alyssa Targaryen

Spouce(s): Laena Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen

Children: Baela Targaryen, Rhaena Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen

Birth: 81 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is consort of Laena and ruling with his wife.

Jacaerys the First & Baela the Just

Parents: Laenor Velaryon, Rhaenyra Targaryen

Spouce(s): Baela Targaryen, Agatha Hedrow (OC)

Children: Viserys Targaryen, Vaeserion Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Aelyanna Targaryen, Amara Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen, Edwin Targaryen (all are OC'S)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: 144 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes King, co-rules with Baela. Marries a second time to Agatha Hedrow (OC).

Parents: Daemon Targaryen, Laena Targaryen

Spouce(s): Jacaerys Targaryen

Children: Viserys Targaryen, Vaeserion Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen (all are OC'S)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: 116 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes Queen

Viserys the First (OC)

Parents: Jacaerys Targaryen, Baela Targaryen

Spouce(s): Daenerys Targaryen

Children: Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Targaryen, Baela Targaryen (all OC's)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Daenerys the Golden Queen (OC)

Parents: Aemond Targaryen, Y/n Blackhalt

Spouce(s): Viserys the Second

Children: Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Targaryen, Baela Targaryen (all OC's)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Daenerys the Golden Queen

Rhaenyra the Second

Parents: Viserys Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen

Spouce(s): TBA

Children: A son (more children may be added)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Female heirs:

Y/n of Blackhalt (the reader)

Parents: TBA

Spouce(s): Aemond Targaryen

Children: Daenerys Targaryen, Vaella Targaryen, Jaehaerys Targaryen ,Elarion Targaryen, Hardin Targaryen, Elara Targaryen, Vissera Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen, Alice Targaryen

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Alys Strong

Parents: Lyonel Strong (mother unknown)

Spouce(s): none

Children: Aelon Strong (OC)

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Cassandra Baratheon

Parents: Borros Baratheon, Elenda Caron

Spouce(s): TBA

Children: TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is Lady of Storm's End.

Laena Velaryon

Parents: Corlys Velaryon, Rhaenys Targaryen

Spouce(s): Daemon Targaryen

Children: Baela Targaryen, Rhaena Targaryen

Birth: 94 AC

Death: 120 AC

Canon changes: Is Lady of the Tides

Baela Targaryen

Profile above. Baela was made Lady of the tides after her mothers death and the title was passed on to her second son.

Consorts:

Aegon and Rhaenys

Parents:

Spouce(s):

Children:

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is consort instead of ruler.

Parents: Aerion Targaryen and Valaena Velayon

Spouce(s): Aegon Targaryen

Children: Aenys Targaryen

Birth: 25 BC

Death: 10 AC

Maegor's Queen has yet to be decided

Androw Farman

Parents: Marq Farman

Spouce(s): Rhaenys Targaryen

Children: none

Birth: 32 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is consort to the Queen.

Alysanne Targaryen

Parents: Aenys Targaryen, Alyssa Velaryon

Spouce(s): Jaehaerys Targaryen

Children: Aegon Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, Aemon Targaryen, Baelon Targaryen, Alyssa Targaryen, Maegelle Targaryen, Vaegon Targaryen, Daella Targaryen, Saera Targaryen, Viserra Targaryen, Gaemon Targaryen, Vaelerion Targaryen, Gael Targaryen

Birth: 36 AC

Death: 100 AC

Corlys Velaryon

Parents: Corwyn Valeryon (mother unnamed)

Spouce(s): Rhaenys Targaryen

Children: Laenor Velaryon, Laena Velaryon

Birth: 53 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is the Queens consort.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

View profile above. Rhaenyra served as consort for several years before becoming Queen Regnant.

Agatha Hedrow (OC)

Parents: TBA

Spouce(s): Jacaerys Targaryen

Children: Aelyanna Targaryen, Amara Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen, Edwin Targaryen (all are OC'S)

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Daenerys Targaryen

View profile above. Daenerys served as consort for several years before becoming Queen Regnant.

Rhaenyra the Seconds consort is not yet decided

#hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen #aemond x you #aemond fic #aemond x fem reader #amond targaryen x y/n #hotd x y/n #house of the dragon #hotd angst #house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon x reader

[frankcastleonlyfans]

Hey! I read this and was wondering if you could write a drabble/imagine on that Dad! Daemon is training the boys (Rhaegon, jace, Luke and Aemond and Aegon if you want) and Mom!reader, Alyssa, Baela and Rhaena are watching and one of them makes a comment about girls not knowing how to fight properly or something (you decides) and mom!reader (who is very good with a sword, by the way) fights Daemon and wins (with the girls cheering) thus proving otherwise, please? (just a moment of fun and relaxation with the children with them)

it's been so long since i last wrote mom!reader in our dad!daemon au!! i had some fun writing this, specially because i love writing the kids <3 i wrote this drabble based on my favorite scene from the fire & blood book so, i hope you like 💓

"I like when father comes to the training yard. Ser Criston doesn't like to let me watch." Alyssa said excitedly, spinning around you.

"Oh, really?" You frowned, confused.

You knew that Alyssa herself had asked Viserys for his permission to let her watch the boys training anytime she wanted to. Alicent once had told her that little girls aren't supposed to hold swords, that is a man's job. But you knew your daughter had your husband's temper, and she wouldn't let the Queen tell her what to do. She asked her uncle to let her train with the boys, but the king refused.

But Demon had his training lessons with her and your oldest son, so it was quite obvious that your daughter had a thing for fighting. And you liked to encourage her. Since very young, you liked swords and self-defense training, so perhaps your little girl took a little taste for it after you. You had your own sword, your own shield, your own armor, and yet you wore dresses, and was only seen in ringmail for dragonriding. Nowadays, no one would take you as a shieldmaiden, but you knew that you still remained talented in your bones if you had a sword in your hands.

"I'm glad we can watch!" Baela grinned, looking up at you.

"Yeah, Baela and I don't get to see the training as much as Alyssa does. Ser Criston says it's not up for little girls to be on the training yard." Rhaena took your hand as you walked together to the camp.

You could hear the sound of steel clashing from afar. The boys were training in pairs; Rhaegon and Aemond, Luke and Maegon, but Aegon and Jacaerys were both against Daemon. You and the girls stayed close, but not too close, since there were too many people holding swords in the same space.

You watched your husband having his fun with the boys. You knew how he felt about Aemond and Aegon, but he wouldn't hurt the kids on purpose. It was fun to watch him turning them against each other.

"He's only using one hand, how can you be so slow?!" Aegon shouted, scolding Jacaerys as he tried to strike Daemon.

"You're not doing any better, Aegon." Jace huffed, trying his hardest to touch Daemon.

The Rogue Prince was quick to dodge the boys’ moves, and easily push them both to the ground. Aegon groaned loudly, tossing his sword in anger.

"Better luck next time." Daemon smirked.

The girls laughed, watching the prince having a meltdown. Aegon could be so dramatic sometimes...

"What are you laughing at? Honestly, what are you even doing here? This is a place for men only! We know you want to train, but women can't do shit with swords in their pretty little hands!" Aegon yelled.

You cocked an eyebrow. You couldn't understand since when this training yard had been a "place for men only". Your husband held the sword of the queen conqueror, Visenya Targaryen, and this didn't mean anything for them? Women had done so many things for this realm, and yet there was no place in the training yard for them? "Who decided we can't fight too?", you wondered.

You looked down to Alyssa, who stood beside you with quite a frown once she heard that she didn't belong there.

"Stay. If your father asks, say I'll be back soon." You told her, leaving a kiss on top of her head before you headed inside.

Daemon watched you leave and immediately came towards his daughter, who hugged his legs before he could even say a word.

"Where did your mother go? I thought she would watch the training with you girls." The prince asked, taking the little girl in his arms.

"She said she will be back soon." Alyssa shrugged.

No one expected you to come back with your hair braided in a crown around your head, wearing a full armor and ringmail, and with your sword in your hand. Maybe the armor was a bit too much, but it was good to wear something that once felt like a second skin to you.

The boys chatted between themselves, until one of them saw you and went silent. When everyone's sight caught you, they were too shocked to say anything. You felt powerful. You felt like showing them you belonged in that yard, and like you should show them what women could do with a sword in their pretty little hands.

"So, this place is supposed to be for men only. I'm guessing it's because 'women can't fight'?" You smirked, staring directly at Prince Aegon, "But tell me, who's too much of a man to defeat me? I mean, I'm only a woman, so I think it wouldn't be that hard, right?"

Alyssa looked at you with wide eyes. She was too marveled to express any words. She had never seen you in your armor, and you never talked about your swordswoman days. You thought your support was enough, but you left Daemon to be the only role model as a warrior in her life. Today you would be her knight in shining armor.

"I'm not fighting a woman!" Aegon said.

Daemon smirked, looking at you with a hunting gaze, that same look he used moments before taking you to bed. You stared at him, drawing your sword and pointing it out towards him.

"Perhaps my lord husband would like to give me this honor?" You bit your smirk as the children gasped at your challenge.

"Mother, you can't be serious!" Maegon frowned.

"You cannot possibly think that you can defeat father in sword combat." Rhaegon stared at you as if you had gone insane, and perhaps everyone shared the same thought. Everyone but Alyssa, and Daemon.

"It would be a pleasure to finally show my pupils some real sword fighting. It's not that bullshit that Cole tries to teach you, and unfortunately, I'll not be here everyday to show it to you. Today my lady wife will show you how it's done. Perhaps you can learn a thing or two from her, Aegon." Daemon teased, unsheathing Dark Sister and going to the center of the yard.

You passed by his side, and Daemon grabbed your arm, making you stop. You smirked and looked up to him, towering your body.

"You look really hot right now." He practically howled near your ear, letting go of your arm.

"That's how it's done." Daemon pointed out, staring at the children whose mouths fell open to the prince's bleeding face.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen imagines #daemon targaryen #dad!daemon targaryen au #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au #dad!deamon targaryen x mom!reader drabble #house of the dragon imagines

[visenyaism]

i love the idea of visenya being the queen for many reasons, not the least being that it means jaehaerys is from an accessory branch of the family and not in the direct line of succession and never becomes king :)

westeros if someone could convince jaehaerys to be happy as a mid-level bureaucrat instead of the king:

#king rhaena master of coin jaehaerys master of laws alysanne could hack it as a regime #asoiaf #king visenya au

[venus-maneater]

yan! conquerors | visenya, aegon i, rhaenys

general yandere headcanons !

implied fem reader ! (no pronouns used)

note; this takes place before, during, and after the conquest of Westeros (before Rhaenys’ death), so it’s a bit open-ended and this can be viewed an au where she doesn’t die !

WARNING(s): obsessive/possessive tendencies, implied grooming, unhealthy relationship dynamics, abusive behavior, implied kidnapping and Stockholm syndrome, mentions of war and various forms of violence

Because Aegon refuses any marriage offers from other houses (due to already having 2 wives and not desiring another), you likely meet the three differently. I would say their top pick in a darling would be someone from a lesser house that’s sworn to Dragonstone.

you’re a bit younger than the three, and they quickly grow attached to you. At first they viewed you as maybe a little sibling or even a pet, but the affection they have for you eventually becomes romantic, especially once they decide to conquer Westeros. You first came to Dragonstone at around 15 years old (Rhaenys being 18, Aegon being 19, and Visenya being 21).

Rhaenys was quick with her affection towards you, immediately infatuated by your genuine kindness. She, of course, has you accompany her almost everywhere after only a few days of knowing you. Visenya starts calling you “Rhaenys’ pet”

Aegon is easily influenced by Rhaenys, so her endless praise of you rubs off on him pretty quick. He comes to view you just as fondly as his younger sister does, requesting for you to watch him train and join them all in their daily activities.

Visenya and Aegon train often together, and the two of you really meet because of Rhaenys and Aegon always dragging you along. She dislikes how they cling to you and takes upon herself to shied you from them, not wanting you to be too overwhelmed. She stops calling you a pet after a week because she now understands her siblings’ feelings.

Visenya may be your favorite for a little while because of this; she outwardly respects your time and individuality more than her younger siblings.

but after just a few weeks of knowing you, all three become fussy about you; wanting to control your schedule and refusing to do their duty without your presence. Even something as simple as eating a meal, they won’t do it unless you’re there to join them.

they do, however, keep you out of politics or any kind of war planning. They all think it’s too violent or serious for you to be listening.

you are not allowed anywhere near the dragons at this point, mostly because of Aegon’s paranoia that something bad could happen (this greatly upsets Rhaenys, as she wants to ride Meraxes with you)

when they aren’t with you, they keep you heavily guarded and switch out your guards as much as they can to prevent you from making friends with them

If they’re apart, they each want you alone. This leads to arguments and eventual agreements where they alternate days with you. This is the time in which they’re the most clingy, even Visenya.

They’re all slightly aware of their tendencies, but don’t care at all. They’re much nicer to you than what they see in most relationships, so they fail to see the issue. You could be up North, married to an abusive Bolton, but you’re not; you’re with them.

The three were already married by the time you joined them (although they didn’t behave that way) and their parents were dead, making Aegon Lord of Dragonstone

with your family sworn to the Targaryens, the three can control you pretty easily, although you may not realize it. As different as they are, they make an incredible team and can be as subtle as they need to.

(Also Rhaenys is def a gaslighter) “What do you mean you think we’re purposefully sabotaging your family visits? That’s crazy omg I can’t believe you would think so low of us”

They absolutely sabotage any visits with your family unless they can be there as well. They’re pretty paranoid about your father trying to betroth you to a Lord or King (which is something they’ll definitely put an end to, one way or another)

Rhaenys is able to talk your father out of engagements with relative ease due to her charming personality, but that can only get her so far.

if you do somehow end up with a fiance, then he will end up dead or missing but it will likely be made to look like an accident

The three really value your opinion of them; they want you to admire and trust them so they keep up a good appearance in front of you. They lack cruelty, so it’s harder for you to suspect that they’re doing these horrible things on purpose.

It takes a few years, but their feelings for you do become romantic. Rhaenys is first to fall for you in that way, mostly because of her sexual nature as a person. Once she expresses these feelings to her siblings, they immediately follow suit.

Now that you’re around 18, there’s more pressure for you to get married, but they (esp. Visenya and Aegon) always reassure you that you don’t have to give in to societal norms.

they also get rid of any letters your family sends you, strengthening that gap and ensuring that you rely on them the most

Rhaenys takes advantage of her siblings’ political intelligence, using it to spend more time with you while the other two focus on the details of keeping you in their possession

they argue over who gets to kiss you first or if they should marry you, etc.

they all probably are under the impression that they claimed your first kiss (it was actually Aegon, surprisingly) because when they kiss you, they tell you not to tell the others

you follow their instructions pretty well, as you were pretty much groomed to be theirs. You hold a lot of trust in them, but you also have a good grasp of their dynamic. You kind of tell them all what they want to hear to avoid arguments.

Most of the bickering is actually done by Aegon. Rhaenys is pretty good at sharing with her siblings, as clingy as she is. Visenya doesn’t entertain arguments, she’s the problem solver.

Aegon is the most jealous of the three; he’s possessive. He doesn’t show his emotions, but he’s easily annoyed when you’re not with him. He lets himself go when he’s with the three of you and saves his more stern moments for when he’s politicking.

Visenya is a strong believer in marrying you, for multiple reasons: It’ll guarantee you can’t get married to another, it will keep you close to them permanently, and it will justify taking your maidenhead. They all agree with this at first, but their conquering of Westeros complicates this.

During their conquest is the height of their intensity. This phase lasts a few years and they leave you primarily under the care of Orys Baratheon (their bastard brother). You’re carefully hidden away at Dragonstone, far from being touched by battle.

Aegon especially trusted Orys; he was close to your age so you ended up getting along very well. You spent the better part of two years with him as your sworn shield. Your three admirers are surprisingly unbothered by your new friendship.

among all their planning and battle, you’re left ignorant to pretty much everything. They don’t tell you much, preferring to isolate you and keeping you compliant, so all the information you get comes from Orys

Orys is the one who tells you what’s going on, but even he doesn’t give you all the details

Along with their conquest came the opportunity to rid themselves of your family. Visenya brought this idea to light and Aegon immediately agreed. The men in your family were quickly sent to fight for the Targaryens and most of them died in battle.

without the men in your family, no one could make decisions for you anymore and they were now the only ones in control of anything concerning you

Once their conquest was done with (at least mostly, and excluding Dorne) you were brought to King’s Landing on Vhagar when Visenya was sent to get you

there you were all set to live in the Aegonfort, where Aegon served as King on the Iron Throne and his sisters were his queens

At this point, they all wanted to marry you (especially Aegon so that he could make you his queen) but the faith played a large role in politics and wouldn’t support Aegon taking a third wife. Visenya obviously didn’t care and supported the idea of marrying you anyways.

you end up either getting married publicly (making a ton of people angry and getting them all killed) or a secret Valyrian wedding is held

Despite most people not liking the idea of Aegon taking a third wife, you’re shockingly well-loved by the public

partly out of fear, no one at court utters a bad word about you. the increasing number of people in King’s Landing only hear good things.

It’s always been intended for one of your children to become Aegon’s heir (the three discussed it without you)

so until you’re pregnant, Aegon doesn’t lay with either of his other wives

if you’re unable to have kids, then it just becomes a matter of first born (or whatever child you favor the most)

you may not realize it, but you have all the power here.

eventually you may learn to take advantage of them to get what you want. Rhaenys and Aegon are too smitten with you to spot any manipulation, but Visenya sees right through you and pretends not to notice.

Truthfully, none of them are stupid, but they just don’t mind being used by you as long as it’s not hurting anything.

they keep you a good distance away from the Iron Throne (not wanting you to be accidentally cut), but they each have their fair share of fantasies with you on the throne

Aegon has made a habit of placing his crown on your head

You’re fr the most powerful person in Westeros with these three obsessed with you.

- venus

#yandere hotd #dark! hotd #yandere targaryen #yandere house targaryen #yandere aegon I #yandere aegon the conqueror #yandere Visenya #hotd x reader #got x reader #yandere got #yandere rhaenys #queen visenya #visenya x reader #dark! got #yandere asoiaf #dark! asoiaf #rhaenys x reader #fire and blood

[xxpeppermintxx109]

queen shaera targaryen, the unlikely | GLBH AU, inspired by this edit. this one very much fits older shaera :)

there was not a soul who presumed the quiet firstborn of rhaenyra targaryen would ascend the iron throne, but the dance of dragons had burned away nearly all of house targaryen in a mere two years. with her brothers dead, and her only remaining family her stepsisters and a mere child, shaera velaryon took the name targaryen and was named queen of the seven kingdoms—a sight her half-year queen of a mother would have liked to see. and while she sat the throne in king’s landing, her husband—only in name, some would say—sat the throne in sunspear, officially welcoming dorne into the crown’s purview for the first time. at just twenty years of age, shaera targaryen, the first of her name, had done what her ancestors could not.

but throughout her reign, grief followed her. she had lost nigh her entire family in the war, save only for her stepsisters, baela and rhaena, and her brother, aegon the younger. gone was her dragon, slaughtered by her uncle’s, sunfyre, in a cannibalistic rage. gone was her lover, still chained to his saddle at the bottom of the god’s eye. gone were her brothers and mother and fathers.

similarly to aegon, she wore only black, forever in mourning. however, on the namedays of those she still had left, many claimed she wore velaryon blue and targaryen red, and sometimes a small smile could be seen slipping through her perpetual despair. when she welcomed a daughter back from sunspear a year after the war—one many thought to be a bastard for her pale hair and dark eyes that belonged to a kinslayer—it was only that girl, named visenya for a sister who never got the chance to live, who could truly rouse the queen from the storm hanging over her head. then there was a son, a boy with dark hair and even darker eyes donning the name aemon. though he was surely the son of the prince of dorne, there was little doubt he reminded the queen greatly of her lost love. and when her brother viserys was returned, many claimed to see the first true smile on shaera targaryen’s face—their embrace on the docks of blackwater bay enough to drive many to tears.

for thirty years, shaera targaryen was queen, wearing not the crown of her mother—for that had been sold in exchange for a betrayal rhaenyra would never recover from—but the crown of both a conqueror and usurper. though her reign was largely peaceful, some say the rubies of aegon’s crown were cursed, reddened by the blood spilled to form the seven kingdoms and break them apart as well.

first, her husband would pass quickly. his death would come in the form of a letter brought by ravens from the south, sent by his firstborn daughter, who inherited dorne and loved rhaena of pentos. shaera was said to have grieved quietly and in private, only thirty years old and already made a widow—some would say for the second time. she would not take another husband despite the urgings of the twins, who only wished to see her happy.

next went her son. aemon was only two-and-ten when he was found dead. some said the greens still had supporters so long after the war, some said there was a wish to push the queen to madness so her brother, aegon, could take over—now a man. some said the boy merely had a weak heart and succumbed to an illness that hid deep within him. but the death of aemon was enough to remind many of the queen before, who at the death of jacaerys velaryon seemed mad with grief and chose only to haunt the halls of dragonstone and the red keep. such was a similar state for shaera, who after her son was burned on a pyre, seemed incapable of ever smiling again.

neither her sisters nor her brothers could bring a semblance of peace to her. even the sight of morning, rhaena’s pink dragon, couldn’t stir a moment of nostalgia in her heart—she and aegon were similarly broken by the dragons of old. for namedays, the birth of baela’s and rhaena’s children, the visits from aliandra martell, shaera simply sat upon the iron throne, a crown of rubies upon her dark and greying hair. she only ever watched. she never partook. the last time she danced was with a man lost to a lake.

it was only when her daughter, visenya, wed aegon in an attempt to stall any potential civil wars before they could build, that some say shaera actually cracked a smile, small and weak as it was. though the realm saw them wed per the seven’s wishes, shaera had them wed per their house’s true religion on dragonstone—with fire and blood. neither were truly happy, for their lives had been nothing but loss, but for a moment, many say visenya and aegon found peace. and some say, while aegon always wore black for his mother, visenya always wore green for her true father.

from their marriage came three children: daemon, daenerys, and aenys. but grief was great and sorrow ever present for two children born in a civil war, and visenya was left widowed when aegon died of consumption at only six-and-thirty. some say she could not bear to live without him, and her heart broke one night, slaying her in her sleep, leaving her children to baela and alyn, who took the three in without issue.

shaera, hearing news of her daughter’s and brother’s death, called for her remaining family to return to the red keep. many wondered if she would abdicate to viserys for her grief was too great. she named viserys her heir, baela her hand, alyn the master of ships, rhaena the master of laws, and aliandra the master of whispers. when all was said and done, shaera bid her court a farewell, claiming she was far too tired to continue and that she would return to court on the morrow with news for the approaching winter. lord cregan stark, a dear friend of hers, was set to return after years protecting the north.

however, when he returned to see his queen, he was met only by a corpse. in her sleep, at the age of fifty—almost thirty years of ruling—queen shaera targaryen died. some claimed foul play. some said she deserved it for being a woman on the throne. some simply wrote songs about the grief she endured, and the peace she had brought, unlikely as she was. death had swept through house targaryen once more, but shaera ensured it stood strong, for she settled succession and protected her youngest brother’s claim before she passed. lord cregan stark was known to have lauded her for knowing when her time was near but remaining selfless enough to not return to her family, who all undoubtedly waited for her beyond the living veil, until all was settled.

unlikely, unwilling, shadowed always by grief in a black veil that never seemed to leave her hair, shaera targaryen was a good and just queen despite it all. and while her mother ruled only for half a year, she protected rhaenyra’s memory and claim for thirty long and prosperous years. years that many claim to be better than they should have been. years that went free of blood after so much was spilled before.

reunited once more with her family in death, some say baela and rhaena and viserys and aliandra all had similar last words—that they wished to return to their families. some even claimed that shaera’s last words were a breath of relief, at finally being free, and she called to her brothers and mother and fathers and daughter and son and husband.

and to aemond targaryen, who shaera velaryon loved before she was shaera targaryen. who the good queen refused to let him be known as a kinslayer in all of the histories written in thirty years of ruling. he was merely prince aemond to her.

and she was his shaera, reunited once more.

#greenliesblackheartswip #green lies black hearts #xxpeppermintxx109 #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #ao3 #fanfic #ao3fic #fanfiction #aemond x shaera #shaera velaryon #qoren martell #alternate universe #drabble #fanfic au #hotd fic

[house-strong]

༄࿔ unbent and unbroken

summary ; drabble requested by anon as part of my 1k follower celebration.

“Naz (Urdu) - assurance/pride in knowing that the other’s love is unconditional and unshakable with Jace ❤️”

pairing ; jacaerys velaryon x betrothed!reader

notes ; au where visenya lives and nyra ends up as queen AND has all six children living, because that’s my favorite trope 🧡 slight warning because jacaerys is a certified lover boy and this made ME shy writing it,, it’s also currently 1am so very obviously unrevised sorry lads

all young lords from across the country had flocked to king’s landing to court the princess visenya targaryen. queen rhaenyra, first of her name, decreed that visenya would choose her own suitor – the same luxury her father had granted her all those years ago. these courtships lasted almost a month and jacaerys was quickly tiring of the constant attention.

his mother, somehow, persuaded him to stay when he was threatening to leave a fortnight in to the occasion. she told him that he was the prince of dragonstone and crowned heir to the iron throne, and it was one of his duties to see his only sister off.

to share his agony, he dragged you, his betrothed, with him to kings landing. it wasn’t much so dragging, per se, you loved celebrations; the music, the attire, the food. despite being promised to the heir of the iron throne, lords from across the lands always found some way to flirt with you, whisking you away from your handsome prince.

instead of being your knight in shining armor, jacaerys would grin and watch the lords take you away. he never paid any mind. no jealousy, no spite, or sour looks. he was absolutely confident in your faithfulness. despite not being married just yet, you and jacaerys shared an indestructible bond – one that he put his all in. when alone, you two would gossip about what the lords would willingly tell you. jacaerys thought it was hilarious how much trust they had put in you within mere hours.

his attention is torn away from the conversation he was having with his mother. he knows it’s disrespectful, especially in front of crowds, to not be listening to his queen mother, but he didn’t care. instead, a smile spreads his lips open like the way a crowd does when royalty approaches. he’s watching you carefully, his stomach twisting in knots, doing flips, somersaults, as he watches you toss your head back and laugh – it’s loud, boisterous, and undoubtedly you.

no envy, no anger – only bliss. he’s ready to chuckle himself as if he heard what you were laughing about, but the touch on his shoulder brings him back to the present. he turns to his mother, mouth slack as he realizes his disrespect. he’s ready to apologize, but the soft look on his mother’s face dissuades him.

“you’re not worried?” she asks, following where his gaze had once gone. the queen is eyeing you and surprisingly, a smile hugs her right cheek.

his attention returns to you and he shakes his head, dark strands of hair bouncing with volume, “not at all. look at her, she’s marvelous, isn’t she?”

queen rhaenyra’s eyes return to jacaerys, where she watches him continue to smile absentmindedly at the sight of you conversing with other lords. he reminds her so much of her former lover; like a spitting image.

the same devotion jacaerys bears for you is something she’s envious of – it was something she herself had all those years ago.

“she returns to me, without fail, every night. they can laugh with her all they want, but she’s mine,” jacaerys continues, hand settling on the loop of his belt, “and i am hers.”

the words make thoughts become real and he feels pride bloat in his chest. tenderness, sincerity, and unconditional, irrevocable love floods his being when he fully understands that he’s off the deep end. he’s infatuated, so desperately in love with you. you are to jacaerys as wine is to a drunkard – he wants to drown himself in you and keep you by his side, his cup never emptying.

feeling a hard stare that’s almost burning holes into your skull, you turn your head and meet jacaerys’ distracted gaze. your smile only seems to broaden and the prince feels himself swoon. he’s so lucky, lucky in the fact he’s found love doing his duty, and blessed that it’s you. he gives you an equally big grin, his teeth poking out beneath his pink lips.

he’s perfectly imperfect and you’re beautifully crafted by the gods themselves.

you give him a bashful wave, one that he returns smoothly. he can hear his mom giggling beside him, but he doesn’t care. lords and lady’s can call him names, his uncles can call him a lovesick fool, but he’d rather be that with you by his side than anything else.

you’re both staring at each other now, each gaze soft and full of unwavering adoration.

he notices that your mouth moves in silent words.

he’s sure it’s saying, ‘i love you.’

jacaerys bites his lip to try and conceal the wicked grin that’s eating at his cheeks – a harsh fatigue beginning to settle under the flesh. he waits a few moments before he mouths the same exact phrase back to you.

“excuse me, your grace,” he moves to give his mother a chaste kiss on the cheek. he dips his head in respect before moving away, making a beeline towards where you were. he finally reaches you, smiling at the other lords, “pardon me, my lords, but my betrothed is needed elsewhere.”

the lords mutter words of ‘my prince’, ‘my lady’, and perhaps a goodbye was thrown in. jacaerys doesn’t pay mind to it, for he slips his hand into yours and pulls you into his side, leading you away from the crowd.

you giggle, “i’m needed elsewhere, am i?”

jacaerys shoots you a look in the corner of his eye; he was never a good liar.

“yes, your handsome and dashing, young prince needs you.”

“handsome and dashing, hm? let me know when you see him.” you tease.

it’s jacaerys’ turn to laugh and he gently pinches you through your dress, you jump at the action.

“maybe i should just return you to the lords over there?” his steps slow and his brows furrow, his arm removing itself from the small of your back. he gently motions towards the lords he had just taken you from. he starts walking toward them, a grin on his lips. his cheeks are crying out, but the pain is worth it.

you swat at him and pull him back towards you, “you wouldn’t dare.”

“want to see?”

#jacaerys velaryon imagine #jacaerys velaryon blurb #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon fanfic #jacaerys imagine #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fic #hotd blurb #my writing #house-strong 1k celebration

[kingsanddragonsandgods]

a/n: this is just the story preface, not yet chapter one. for this fanfic i am keeping mostly the book timeline, but there will be a little bit of show timeline further ahead.

it is a AU which blends aspects of book and show canons but is also a lot of headcanons. i am a bit of a history nerd, so there is bits inspired by real life historical events, i also drawn a lot of inspiration from medieval/renaissence royal courts to write how i imagine life at the Red Keep would be, most numbers i will use in this story are also taken from history (noble households, courtiers, armies, ships and crews etc), as are titles for functions an jobs that are not shown on the show or books. There are a couple of Original Characters that are going to be introduced over time, and a few canon characters that are barely mentioned or not seen at all on the show. additional information: I chose to keep the show's 'ages' for some characters, so, for the sake of the story: Viserys was born in 70 AC, Daemon in 74 AC, Rhaenys in 67 AC, and Aemma and Rhea share the year 76 AC.

word count: 2802

warnings: none for this chapter

“...Princess of Runestone, proved herself in her maiden voyage crossing of the Narrow Sea, six pirate ships gave chase as we crossed through the Stepstones, their inferior ships however were no match for our girl or to our brave crew. We had already sunk three carracks when they choose to surrender the remaining three after sighting Archonei descending upon them. We lock the surviving pirates in the holding cells, and seize their cargo, to my great surprise I was able to ascertain that the cargo on the ships once belonged to none other than the Sea Snake.”  Enya reads aloud the letter she received from Ser Orys, her half-brother, coming all the way from Lys, the first stop on his great voyage. “We intend to sell the cargo in Lys, Maester Aldus believes it will yield a great profit, at least 20-times Mother’s initial investment, it seems almost unbelievable that we are only on the first leg of the journey. Gods willing, my next letter home shall be sent from old Volantis. Tell Mother I miss her advice and our morning rides, as I miss your sweet face, and our daily flights. Send my love to everyone home and make sure that young Willam is dedicating himself to his training. Your loving brother, Ser Orys Stone…”  Her granddaughter finishes reading her the letter, folding it carefully and putting it inside the hard cover of the book she has next to her on the wheelhouse seat.

How the girl manages to read in the bouncing carriage is something that marvels her, she feels nauseous just watching it.

Elys would have much preferred to have made the journey by ship, but the early spring storms that plague the East Coast they didn't allow them to leave the safety of the harbour.

The lady wouldn't be making the trip if she could help it, she had just come out of mourning period for her dear husband, all she wanted was to be able to take the time to visit her daughters and spend time with her grandchildren before returning to Eyrie to resume supervising her niece's upbringing. But the beginning of spring means Visenya's relocation to the royal court in King's Landing, to spend the spring and summer with her father and paternal family.

Last time her granddaughter was at court was four years before the death of the Old King, whom she had served as cupbearer when he still had the mental faculties to attend the Council. She had been just a child then, the king's favourite great-granddaughter.

 Since then, she had blossomed into a stunning beauty, no longer a girl but not yet a woman, striking in that way that only those from the blood of the dragon are.

A beauty worthy of a crown.

A crown she had been promised as a child.

If the gods had been merciful, little Prince Aerion would have survived infancy and today he would be a boy of nearly three and ten, the heir to his father’s throne, betrothed to Visenya by the will of King Jaehaerys. But Aenar died in his cradle, followed by his little brother, Aelor, and two early miscarriages. And her granddaughter lost the her chance at the crown promised to her.

“Do you think Orys can one day surpass the feats of the Sea Snake?” Elys turns her head from the window to look at her granddaughter.

“He might,” Elys candidly admits, “Orys has advantages that Velaryon did not, Archonei being the greatest of them."

Elys had disagreed with her daughter's decision to raise the prince's natural son after the boy's mother died—Orys was, in Elys' opinion, the stain on her daughter's dignity, a bastard child her betrothed fathered on a Royce cousin of lesser consequence, during the feast celebrating the union between Houses Royce and Targaryen—as he grew, the boy proved her wrong in her reservations against him. He was as devoted to Rhea as he was to Visenya, respectfully calling her ‘Mother’ after asking permission to do so, loyal and honourable, dedicating himself to every life opportunity offered by his stepmother.

She would never forget his terror when Visenya's egg hatched in his hands, it was the day he won her over, he had tears in his eyes as he asked Rhea for forgiveness for hatching the dragon as it was not his intention, he went on to say that he had never coveted her sister's egg and that she could have the hatchling. Her daughter just laughed, kissing the boy's head and explaining that the dragon had chosen him.

Jaehaerys was not at all pleased with the accident when Rhea sent a letter informing him of what had happened. Daemon finally took an interest in the dark-haired boy Rowena birthed, flying to the Vale to see the dragon, taking it upon himself to have twenty dragonkeepers sent to Runestones.

“I hope he can accomplish it, for himself and for House Royce." Visenya says looking out the window, pulling back the curtains to get a better look, wrinkling her little nose at the stench that enters the carriage and allowing the curtain to fall closed again. “I had forgotten that the city smells so bad.”

“You better get used to it again." Elys passes a bag of scented salts to the young woman. “Tie it to your wrist, you can smell it when the stench gets too much.”

The slums around the city wall have grown considerably larger than Lady Elys remembered from her last visit so many years before.

People beg with outstretched hands on the road as they see the bronze wheelhouse pass by.

It's a sad sight.

The lady sighs before pulling the small dark wooden chest out from under the bench under Visenya's curious eyes. She takes out a heavy bag of coins and pushes the chest back with her foot, hiding it with her skirt. She signals with her hand for any of the knights escorting them to approach the window. Willam Royce, her nephew by marriage, Gunthor’s youngest boy, and Leofric Corbray squire, is the one to come to her.

She contains a smile as she sees the boy blush when he notices Visenya's curious gaze on him.

It's no secret that the boy is sweet on little Enya—just like half the boys of similar age in Runestone—in another life he would be a good match for the future Lady of Runestone, Willam is handsome, with dark curls and blue eyes, and will probably grow up to be a tall, handsome man, and appease everyone in the family that the next heir would retain the surname Royce without the need for major manoeuvres.

“Lady Aunt." He greets her with a nod, keeping his horse's gallop in sync with the carriage. “My princess.”

Visenya just smiles at him, looking at him from beneath her lashes, which only makes him blush more.

“Willam, my sweet, be a dear and hand out these coins to the people." She passes the heavy bag into his hand.

The squire just nods again, looking once more at the Targaryen princess before doing as his aunt asked of him.

Once he is away and the curtain is closed again, Elys lets out the laugh she forced herself to hold in, lightly slapping her granddaughter's knee in reprimand.

“Shameless flirt!” The Dowager Lady of Runestone pointed her finger at the girl.

“I have to train for court life, don't I?" Visenya says with a naughty tone. “I'm of marriageable age, I have to charm all the beautiful second sons, have them all at my feet asking for my hand, there is no better opportunity than during a season at court.”

A beauty of beauties in all the Seven Kingdoms, if not in all the Known World.

Visenya is slender, nymph-like of body, with very pale white skin dotted with golden freckles—the only inheritance from Rhea in her appearance—, plump lips and pretty pearly teeth, a neat nose, and large eyes of an unusual bluish-lilac shade. Her hair is a beautiful flaxen, a few shades lighter than Elys own, curled and long—she's not sure her granddaughter's hair was ever cut more than a little trim at the ends—now ribboned for practicality during the travel.

Elys remembers vividly the Good Queen Alysanne carrying the baby in her arms during her anointment commenting that little Visenya reminded her of Viserra, the most beautiful of her daughters, in appearance.

“Be careful child, you don't want a reputation, especially in the Red Keep."

“I can be discreet." The girl winks at her grandmother amid giggles.

The wheelhouse takes a while to cross the city from Dragon's Gate to the Red Keep, the guards escorting it thought it better to go around Fleabottom than through it. Especially with the four glitzy wheelhouses carrying the noblewomen and their ladies-in-waiting, and the wagons with their belongings coming right behind, with things that attract the attention of the wrong kind of people.

Their retinue arrives at the Red Keep midday.

There is quite a crowd waiting to receive them. The standard-bearers stop between the carriage and the people waiting, proudly carrying the banners of Houses Targaryen, Royce and Arryn, and the Princess of Runestone personal crest: a pearlescent white dragon with the halved shield with the crests of Royce and Arryn between its claws in a black field with bronze runes around the border.

“Princess Visenya of House Targaryen, heir of Runestone.” The Herald announces her granddaughter, as a guard opens the wheelhouse door for them. “Her Lady Grandmother, Lady Elys of House Arryn, Dowager Lady of Runestone.”

Elys arranges the balzo on top of Visenya's head and centres the small jewel on her forehead, pinching her cheek for a healthy blush before the girl pushes back the linen curtain and leaves with the assistance of a Kingsguard guard.

The lady fixes her own skirt before leaving the wheelhouse behind her granddaughter.

The first person she notices is the Queen, her younger sister, in the light blue silks of her paternal House.

A chill runs down her spine as she looks at her sister.

Despite her Targaryen blood through her mother, Princess Daella, in appearance Aemma is an Arryn, with pale sandy hair, an aquiline nose and light blue eyes. Aemma is only eight and twenty, a few months older than her Rhea, however, she looks like a woman nearly to Elys own age.

She looks emaciated, haggard…sick. The Stranger follows her closely. Her youngest sister would not survive a full-term pregnancy and childbirth, it surprised Elys even that she had lived until this moment, with so many failed pregnancies and increasingly long and painful periods of recovery.

Beside her, giving her his arm for support, is Viserys, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, dressed in silk damask of gold and Tyrosh-purple, his grandfather’s crown upon his brow, looking more youthful and healthier than his younger wife. His silver-gold hair is kept short, following southern fashion which has a great Andal influence, he also sports a silver-gold moustache, so thin and pale it almost disappears on his face.

He is a handsome man, but pales in comparison to his dashing younger brother, especially when the two are side by side.

“Your Graces.” Visenya makes a perfect curtsy to the King and Queen and stands as if the castle belongs to her.

The couple is smiling at the young woman with indulgence.

“You have grown beautiful Visenya.” The king says, his eyes fixed on his niece.

Elys recognizes the expression on his face.

Like any woman who was once young and desired, she recognizes the almost obscene expression when older men look at women young enough to be their daughters and imagine themselves as young as their sons.

 The look on a man's face when he lusts after a woman old enough to be his daughter, and who he knows he shouldn't desire.

“Thank you, Your Grace."

“Just stating the truth my dear." In a gallant gesture, the king kisses his niece's hand.

“Brother, stop holding up the line!” The prince’s impatient voice interrupts, causing the King to take his covetous eyes away from his young niece.

Prince Daemon is a tall man, only a few centimetres shorter than his older brother, he keeps his silvery hair long, following the fashion of Old Valyria.

Unlike Viserys's ostentatious clothes, Elys good son is dressed in all black leather, well cut and elegant, but infinitely more subtle than the rest of the court. He carries Dark Sister around his waist, and his only ornament is the livery collar that marks him. as a member of the Small Council and Master of Coin.

Visenya smiles and turns to her father making a new curtsy. “Lord Father.”

“Little dragoness.” There is a smile on the prince's face, he has his hands on his only daughter's shoulders, despite being considered a tall young woman, Visenya looks small next to her father. He puts his forehead to hers, saying something that only she hears, and then kisses her cheek.

“Sister." Elys takes her eyes off the reunion between father and daughter and approaches her sister with her hand outstretched.

“My queen." In a gesture of deference, Elys kisses her sister's pale hand and offers a profound curtsy. “Your Grace.” She bows her head to her good brother.

“Lady Elys, it is good to have you at court again." Viserys says amiable. “I am sure your sisters missed you dearly." He looks at Aemma with a smile and at Lady Amanda Redfort born Arryn, standing next to the queen. “Let's give them time to rest from the road, later we shall have a welcome feast.” The king announces to the court members present, taking the queen's hand in his and guiding her into the castle.

Prince Damon follows them, his arm around his daughter's shoulders, and head tilted toward her as they continue their private conversation. One by one the courtiers follow them, even her ladies and her granddaughter's, Elys nods for them to enter, until only Amanda and her remain in the courtyard.

“How bad is she?"

Amanda approaches until the two are face to face, she looks to the side for a moment, making sure there is no one else around.

Her younger sister, like herself, maintains a youthful appearance, even as they have both now seeing past their forty years of age. It comes with their Upcliff blood, their mother died young, not even thirty years old, yet she still had the appearance of a woman half her age.

Amanda inherited her colouring, beautiful red-gold hair, and blueish grey eyes like a stormy sea.  

“The Maestre has already recommended that she not try to get pregnant again after the last miscarriage, she had a difficult time recovering, almost a year," Amanda informs her, there is concern in her eyes “now she is once again with child, and it is taking a toll on her. I don’t believe she will live to see the child.”

“The child will not be born." Lady Elys declares it like a sentence. She can feel it.

 “There is more." Amanda says. “The Small Council has been hinting that he should set her aside, that he should marry a queen who can bear him heirs.” She lowers her tone, tilting her head toward her sister. “There are rumours that His Grace had a bastard boy with a courtesan, and he might be discreet, but I know for sure that there are mistresses.”

“Does Aemma knows?”

“I believe so.” She nods. “They are, however, ladies of little consequence, barely noble, daughters of second and third sons, some not even that, daughters of knights and rich merchants,” Amanda explains, “His Grace has a king’s an appetite and a queen constantly bedridden who clearly does not meet his needs.”

“Hm.” It's the only reaction Elys gives.

A tale old as time, men will be men, even the best of them.

Viserys may be gentle and amiable, but he was always a man of appetites, and pious Aemma was never an ardent lover.

Elys blames the Good Queen for her precocious marriage and sheltered upbring, Aemma was just a girl, still playing with dolls.

The marriage was not consummated before her four and tenth nameday, and until then Viserys would entertain himself with whores and courtesans usually in the company of his brother and half a dozen favourites.

“We shall have to stay alert to whom he takes to bed." Elys says, linking her arm with her sister's and directing her into the castle.

“What happens if she dies or is put aside?"

Then perhaps Visenya will have the crown she was promised. And we might yet have a king of our blood on the Iron Throne.

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current ongoing writing projects

Stolen Thunder: ASOIAF Self Insert into Argella Durrandon. Crack treated seriously. Character explorations of Aegon, Rhaenys, Visenya, and Orys. Currently written on SB, will be posted on ao3 when finished.

The Jade Protocol: Star Wars sequel-era-ish fic revolving around Jedi master Mara Jade’s quest to save or destroy her nephew Ben Organa-Solo, who has fallen to the dark side after the death of his sister Jaina. Jade is aided by her new padawan, a half-feral scavenger named Rey with a disturbing talent for the Force.

recently completed writing projects

Giantslayer: Original science fiction about a former teen superhero’s attempts to lead a normal life, which are somewhat hampered by the fact that his girlfriend is the daughter of his old arch-nemesis.

Cruel Intentions: ASOIAF Self Insert into Ceryse Hightower during the time of Maegor the Cruel. Dark comedy/drama/crack treated seriously.

Bigger Fish to Fry: ASOIAF Self Insert into Lysa Tully, written in the style of detective fiction. Dark comedy/drama/crack treated seriously.

future/on hiatus writing projects:

With Their Bones: ASOIAF AU where Rhaenys (daughter of Rhaegar) survives and seeks the Iron Throne. Currently on hiatus, will update again in a few months.

The Fox & the Mulberry: Original fantasy fiction about a former mercenary embroiled in a plot against the king, while he struggles to raise half-human children with his monster wife.

This Neck of the Woods: Original horror fiction about a pack of werewolves preying on a summer resort town in 1970s upstate New York.

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