When Dragons Dance

Content Warning: Adult Language, Mentions of Drug Use, and hints towards grooming. I do not own any of the characters or songs used in this story, but I hope you enjoy and if you do, please let me know!

Chapter 3: Meet me backstage.

Cregan is very quiet about the inside man who helped him get backstage access. He dismisses all your questions by simply saying that the guy is an old friend and ending it there. For the most part, you don’t care who the mystery man is. Tonight’s concert changed your whole opinion of the band and meeting them will be a unique experience that not many have. Silly, you think, I’m acting as if I don't have my own fan club. Obviously, having a fan club as an actress is completely different from a band. Although you love your fans it is not as easy to meet or be seen by them in person as it would be if you still did concerts. No, you deliberate, I could never go back to singing. The thought of your past makes your breath come out shallow, but you focus on Cregan's touch and push your thoughts to the back of your mind. Cregan smiles at all the guards you pass, keeping his hand on your lower back as he moves you through the stage crew and to the band’s lounge. Before he opens the door, you rush to smooth down your hair and readjust your light blue sundress, courtesy of your PR manager.

The door opens and you squint at the bright light that gleams from within the room. All the band members are there as well as a few girls that you recognize to be Helaena Targaryen and the Velaryon twins. Baela and Rhaena are in a deep conversation with Jacereys, they look like vultures circling the flustered Jace. “Cregan Stark! Come in dude!” Daeron is the first to notice your boyfriend as he moves you into the room with a gentle nudge. There are plenty of colorful beanbag chairs, a long pitch-black sectional sofa rests in the center of the room and a coffee table is placed before it. The white walls are decorated with certificates, plaques, and awards all won by the band or the band members. Some of the awards aren't for music. You notice a charitable doner certificate in Aegon's name and a high school diploma with Luke's name written in full. Aegon is resting on the sofa with his body spread out and taking up most of the space except for the sofa arm Helaena sits on as she presses glittery bug stickers onto Aegon’s face. Aemond sits at the farthest end, pressed tightly to the corner, with a book in his hand, to your surprise he is reading The Taming of the Shrew by Shakespear. Daeron waves Cregan over to him, “Guy’s this is THE Cregan Stark!” Luke is the first to rush over after that. He practically tackles Cregan with several questions, each more outrageous than the last. Jace seems to notice his brother's excitement and excuses himself from the conversation to save Cregan from Luke. Cregan stumbles over his words as soon as Jace greets him, which makes for an amusing scene. The two men talk with a familiarity that you would not expect from a first meeting, but you can tell they are comfortable, if not a little flustered, in each other's presence. Baela and Rhaena seem to have a sharp gaze on Jace and for a moment you think they may come over and start teasing him but instead, Rhaena grabs Luke with a gentle tug in her direction. You notice Baela's eyes on you, and you smile when you face her. Baela Velaryon is breathtaking. With her dark skin and bright Valyrian eyes that hold your gaze with a curious gleam. Instead of approaching you, Baela turns her attention back to Luke and Rhaena.

So far, you have gone unnoticed, excluding Baela, until you catch the eye of Aemond. Still donning his trademark sunglasses, he sets down his book as he calls out your full name. He continues, “You played in Conqueror with Jace’s mom, right?” You nod in response, slightly confused that Aemond would refer to his half-sister as just Jace’s mom and not as his own family. Aemond stands with a small smirk appearing on his face. “We all loved the show. Aegon and Hel cried when Rhaenys died.”  You also cried when you finally watched Conqueror. It was your first big show and you played alongside Rhaenyra Targaryen. She played Queen Visenya while you played her wild younger sister, Queen Rhaenys. It was an amazing experience that brought you fame and began a new love for Targaryen history in the entertainment industry and your personal life. "Thank You. It was a great experience!" He hums in response, and you feel the need to fill the silence, so you continue, "The best part was learning about Targaryen history. I still find myself reading about it." Aemond's gaze doesn't make you feel insecure, instead, it makes you feel noticed. Even though you can feel a slight heat rising to your face, Aemond's attention is a nice change from just being unnoticed. "We were all made to study Targaryen history since we were old enough to read. But it is impressive that you took the time to study a history that is so often overlooked in the face of all the new Targaryen...drama." His voice comes out deep and smooth, making you wish he had sung on stage more. You thank him for his admiration, but it seems his remarks capture his sibling's attention, and, in an instant, Helaena is stepping over her older brother to meet you. She extends a graceful hand.

You saw pictures of her once a long time ago but now that she stands in front of you it is like looking at an angel. Her hair is cut to her shoulders, platinum white with the curls of her mother's side. Helaena shares the same violet eyes as all her siblings but hers shine more. You take her hand gently and marvel at its softness. “We were addicted to Conqueror. It’s the first time we saw you act but you were so good! We watched The Six Wives of Maegor too, I loved it. I can't wait for the new season.” Helaena has a gentle voice; you wonder why she hasn't pursued singing. “Thank you so much! That means a lot to me! I read your book. The first one, Divine Bugs: A Study of Bugs in Religious Imagery. I still read it every time I see a dragonfly!” The silence that follows is deafening. You worry that you have said the wrong thing but then Helaena practically jumps in place. “You read Divine Bugs? I published that right after I got my bachelor's! Not Even my brothers read that one.” Her grip on you tightens but it is a comfortable hold. “We did read it. It just confused those two.” Aemond argues, gesturing towards his other two brothers as Aegon finally sits up.

The older Targaryen brother is exhausted, barely having the strength to sit up. Gently he rubs his eyes, somehow managing to bypass the bug stickers Helaena has put on him. When his eyes finally adjust, he looks directly at you and nearly falls from the couch as he squeals your name. This catches everyone's attention. “Oh! I forgot. Everyone, this is my girlfriend!” Cregan sheepishly introduces you. You laugh at his embarrassment, clearly not wanting Jace to know he is ‘taken’. Aegon is completely bewildered. “Queen Rhaenys came to my show?” He exclaims, clearly joking. “Queen Rhaenys loved your show.” You add, smiling as he too returns a bright smile. “You have stickers on your face.” Aemond huffs, breaking the moment. Aegon turns his back to you as he rips the ladybugs and dragonflies from his face all while whining about Helaena, who is doubled over laughing. Aegon finally makes his way to you and his siblings. “I never thought I would meet the Queen herself!” Aegon smirks as he stands tall above you. “Well, the Queen goes wherever stupid Stark goes, so…” You joke, receiving a shout from Cregan. “Not my name babe!” Aegon ignores Cregan, not even acknowledging his presence in the room. “Damn, the first time I meet you and you're here with your boyfriend! What a shame.” He raises his eyebrow as if he is challenging you but his smug look doesn't last long as Aemond elbows him in the ribs. Aegon folds over but as soon as you start laughing he straightens his back and brings the fight back to Aemond. They both wrestle with each other as though they were little kids trying to impress the most popular girl at the playground. Helaena watches the scene with just as much amusement as you but when the two start cursing at each other she shakes her head.“Apologies. Our brother is a miserable flirt.” Helaena apologizes as she turns from the scene both of her brothers have caused. “It’s ok. I am too.”

When Dragons Dance

Content Warning: Adult Language, Mentions of Drug Use, and hints towards grooming. I do not own any of the characters or songs used in this story, but I hope you enjoy and if you do, please let me know!

Chapter 2: Scream For Me

Songs used: I Was Made for Lovin’ You by KISS

It’s Aegon who shouts first. Running to the edge of the stage as the crowd erupts into cheers. Jace tries to talk but the fans are too loud to hear what he says, instead, Daeron hits the drums, and the voices die out until only Aegon’s is left. “Tonight, I wanna give it all to you. In the darkness, there’s so much I wanna do.” You heard this song before but for the first time, you flush. Aegon’s voice in the studio is nothing compared to his live performance. Singing on the stage his voice is sultry and seductive, it’s almost bedroom talk in a way that the recording hadn't been. He moves on stage like a predator, randomly finding prey in the audience that he sings to. Aegon wears a custom-made green jersey with his name on the back, it hangs loosely around his pale collarbone showcasing the silver chain around his neck.

Cregan startles you by yelling Jace’s name at the top of his lungs. Laughing, you snuggle into Cregan’s shoulder, a move he happily allows while his eyes remain fixed on the band. It’s hard not to enjoy the hype that these men cause. Everyone is filled with energy; fans hold up homemade signs or flash Aegon when they get the chance. He doesn’t seem to mind; he gives his all in the performance. Even taking the time to read signs while Aemond does a riff on the electric guitar. You find that it is hard to look away from Aemond. His Jersey is green, but it barely peaks out from his leather jacket and unlike any other member, he wears dark-shaded sunglasses that fully cover his eyes, but the longer parts of a scar still peak out from his right side. He shares the platinum white hair of his brothers but his is the longest and as he moves it seems to flow with him. His slim fingers play with the cords of the guitar as if they are elastic bands that he can bend to his will. It looks so natural that it almost appears lazy but by the determined, extremely sexy, look on his face you can tell he is giving it his all. Aemond appears like a fantasy. He has a look and a style that is unlike any you have ever seen, and he holds himself as if he knows it.

Your heartbeat begins again when Agon approaches his brother, signing to the audience as they both play, “I was made for lovin' you, baby, you were made for lovin' me. And I can give it all to you, baby, can you give it all to me?” You sit up, suddenly pulling away from Cregan’s embrace. The rest of the band plays on but your eyes are stuck on the two brothers as they move around on the small stage. There was something magnetic about the two of them, it was in their enjoyment of performing. All the boys seemed to enjoy what they do but something about Aegon and Aemond screams that music makes them come alive and that is what they show you as they perform. Aegon is clearly on a high, jumping and dancing along with the crowd. The cheers of the crowd set him alight with passion. Aegon bathes in the red glow of the stage lights, his voice echoes through the room as though he is a siren luring the audience in. Aemond is a completely different story. He doesn't approach the crowd, rather he stays back and focuses on the music which he is lost in. Four songs go by and yet the boys play on with the same energy as when they first came in. You think it may be one of your favorite concerts. An hour or more pass before you even realize it and soon enough the band begins to say their goodbyes. It isn't until the curtains close on them that you finally turn to Cregan, still smiling with adrenaline. “That was amazing!” You exclaim. You are almost shocked that you had never bothered to listen to them before. Cregan gives a knowing grin, and he proceeds to bow his head as though he was receiving an award. “So, you admit I was right about them.” For a moment you consider being snarky with him but with a sigh you say, “You were right…about them. Nothing else though.” Your teasing doesn't bother him in the slightest. Instead, he leans back, “Would I be right in saying you want to go meet the band with me?” You have never agreed to anything so quickly.

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Aemond, Aegon, and Helaena (HOTD)

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Aemond and Aegon (HOTD)

When Dragons Dance

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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When Dragon's Dance

Content Warning: Adult Language, Mentions of Drug Use, and hints towards grooming. I do not own any of the characters or songs used in this story, but I hope you enjoy and if you do, please let me know!

Songs used: I Was Made for Lovin’ You by KISS

Chapter 1: Hypnotized by the Lights

If this car ride lasts any longer you might reach over and strangle Cregan bloody Stark. It wasn’t completely his fault, but you can name a million reasons why he is to blame for this very moment. Cregan is unaware of the threat on his life, instead, he sits happily humming along to a song that plays through the limo speakers. You watch him with disgruntled fascination. Every tap of his thick fingers on the door handle, every swing of his dark curls as they bounce against his shoulder. “Cregan, the next time you want to go out. Make sure it’s not after I've been filming for 10 hours!” You scold him but he doesn't mind. If anything, he has grown to love your attitude, especially when it amuses him. He stops the music with a tap of his phone and smiles at you with all of his pearly teeth on display. “I already said I was sorry, babes! I didn’t know the label was gonna force you to come with me.” In his defense, he did seem guilty about the whole thing. It wasn’t his fault, you remind yourself again, he just wanted to see that stupid band of his and your manager had insisted you come along for publicity.

Being in a publicity stunt relationship wasn’t hard, per se. It was mainly awkward and worst-case scenario, tiring. You have been with Cregan for about three years now and to be honest, he is your best friend. It isn't hard to pretend to love him because you certainly do. It's just the in-love with him part that you can't quite get. “Well let's at least make this worth it. You stay by me at all times and try not to brush me off. If we want this to look like another happy date, I need you to try.” Cregan can be a good actor when he needs to but when he gets caught up in something he starts treating you like an old friend, not a passionate romantic partner. It has been noted by one or two gossip sites, but he has done his best to put those rumors to rest. “Got it. Ok. I’m in love with you and we are here to see my favorite band. No problem.” Cregan waves a hand like he’s a professional but as soon as the driver opens his door he practically flies from his seat, stopping on a second thought, to help you out the car.

It is no red carpet walk but there are a bunch of paparazzi lining the side of the building, snapping photos and shouting questions as you walk hand in hand. “Cregan! Are the Stark Dire Wolves ready to beat the Baratheon Stags at the game this Sunday?” “Over here, Ma’am! When will we be expecting a new season of Maegor’s six wives?” They all fall over each other, fighting like animals for the chance to talk with either of you. From across the street, some people have stopped to record you and to those cameras, you smile and wave. Cregan makes sure you get in the building first before he sighs. “I will never get used to that shit.” He groans, releasing your hand in favor of placing his hand on the small of your back. You laugh a little at his clear frustration. “Come on, Super Bowl champion! You can’t handle a little paparazzi?” He smiles at your teasing, he always does. “Ok, Miss Lights, Camera, Action! Not all of us are used to photoshoots and red carpets.” You could argue that he has done all of those things as well, but you let it drop as he leads you both to the suite he has booked.

It isn’t small by any means, with a whole front row of cushioned seats and a table for catering in the back. There is a sink with about six cabinets above the faucet and it even comes with its own bathroom. The red carpeting looks freshly cleaned and the whole room smells of citrus. “You bought a suite? For one concert?” You ask him as you place your purse on the marble tabletop. Cregan shrugs, seemingly uninterested in discussing it but one raised eyebrow from you and he spills. “My manager booked the suite. He didn’t want us in the actual stands.” That explains it. Cregan's manager, Edward Bolton, is unbelievably strict. Frankly, you think the man is a total ass, but he has control of the Stark Dire wolves' team and with Cregan being their star player, he has full control of him. “This isn't the biggest venue they have played at, right?” You don't know much about the Dancing Dragons all you know is that they mainly play rock music and get into a shit ton of scandals. All the songs you have heard have been great though. “Nah this is just a private show for the Fanclub and anyone who could buy tickets. I saw them play at the Riverland Arena a year or two ago. I swear I thought all of Westeros was there!” He smiles fondly before playfully nudging you to the side so he can get the best seat, right in the center. You sit close to him with his arm around your shoulder, just a little taste for the cameras that may turn to snap photos of you.

While you wait for the concert to begin you scroll through the band’s Wikipedia page. Jacaerys Targaryen, the leader of the group and the bass player, is Cregan’s favorite, and every time he talks about the guy, he gets flushed. Then there’s Lucereys, Jacaerys’s brother who can make the keyboard sound like the coolest instrument known to man. Both of them are Rhaenyra’s sons, you never got the chance to meet them when you and Rhaenyra both worked on the set of Conqueror, but she talked about them often. Then there’s the fan favorite, Daeron, on the drums. He’s the same age as Luke and they both have an adorable charm that makes them the band's most adored members. Daeron is not alone, there are his brothers Aegon and Aemond. They bring a “sex appeal”, as Cregan put it, to the band. They also bring scandals. Aegon is the lead singer with a well-known drug addiction and the electric guitar player, Aemond, just ended things with his questionably older girlfriend, Alys Rivers. “Wait, are they all cousins?” You ask Cregan who frowns at your question. “No, Babes. Jace and Luke are their nephews. They are a family band though. There is lots of lore on that, but we can talk about it later. Here they come!” He squeals the last sentence as he rises in his seat and watches the smoke form on stage with fascinated eyes. Similarly, your eyes find the stage and watch as the smoke rises. With the red lights pointed down, the smoke appears like fire in the foggy red glow. The crowds of people, anonymous in the pitch-black stadium, rise, yelling and chanting the band's name as the curtains part. “King’s Landing! I wanna hear you scream!”

DragonStone (2)

⚠️warning⚠️ manipulation and mentions of alcohol

~You transferred to Oxford for a taste of the high life but now, three Targaryen’s claim your heart. Will love stop your obsession with power?~

A small knocking on the door sends you out of your thoughts. The object of your obsession stands in the doorway with bright eyes. She opens the door gently when your attention is caught. “Sorry to bother you! I reserved this room for five.” Helaena whispered with a lack of confidence that you found silly. You make frantic movements to pack your belongings before purposefully pushing your book off the table just in time for Helaena to enter and pick it up. “Oh! Bugs and their symbolic meaning? That is one of my favorite books!” Her smile sparkles as she holds the faded green book in her hands. For a moment her eyes are distant, and you realize she is not here with you, her mind is somewhere else. You gently clear your throat and shake her from her daze. “Apologies! Here you go!” Your hands brush as you take the book, her hands are soft but also somewhat cold and lifeless. Helaena’s eyes searched your face for so long that you were forced to look away in embarrassment. Nobody had ever looked at you like that. It was like a child admiring the gift they just got for Christmas. It sent shivers down your spine. Helaena smiled at your shock, perhaps it fueled something within her, some part of her that enjoyed seeing people shiver at her very gaze. You stood so quickly that Helaena fell back at the sudden movement. You smiled, said goodbye, then forced yourself out the door. Leaving the room felt like trying to escape quicksand. Her very presence kept you frozen and when you left it dragged your back. Perhaps the girl you thought she was could not be further from the truth. For a moment you believed that Helaena Targaryen was dead and in her place was some enchantress out to take your soul.

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Entomology 2101 was not a course you ever thought you would find yourself in. An entire course dedicated to Insects and Human affairs did not necessarily pique your interest. Certain bugs made your skin crawl and others, you didn't spare a second thought. Truthfully the only strange specimen you were interested in was the girl who sat beside you. Helaena found you first. Although to say she found you would be a bit of a lie being as you placed yourself right in her path. “You never did tell me your name,” Helaena whispered when the professor was distracted. “You never asked.” You turn, for a moment, shocked at how close she has come to you. An inch closer and your nose would brush against her cheek. “I’m asking now!” She whines the words and when that gives her nothing more than a raised brow, she decides to change her tactic. “Fine, let us start again. Hello, I am Helaena and you are?” You laughed at her; she did not shy away. You paused to watch the teacher finish her syllabus reading knowing that soon she would check attendance and your little game would be at an end. She stares with round doe eyes that see through you. In your time observing her you noticed that she does this often, staring intensely and almost in a possessed state. Those Valyrian eyes bore into your soul, and you wondered if she saw your greed just as clearly as you saw her power. “Butterfly. I will call you Butterfly.” Helaena, for whatever reason, had decided upon a nickname for you that almost seemed cute if not for the vacant look in her eyes. You smiled at her. It was almost sweet that she knew you by something so different than what you truly are. Even when the teacher called your name, Helaena didn’t stop calling you by your newfound nickname. She called you Butterfly when she saw you in the halls, she called you Butterfly as she introduced you to her friends, and on occasion, she even called you, her Butterfly.

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Winter would turn to spring and spring to summer and before your very eyes, the icy atmosphere of Oxford had melted away leaving nothing but excitement. Exams were finished, alcohol flowed freely, and you found yourself in the center of it all with Helaena at your side. With the lights flashing you could hardly make out her form as she pulled you along behind her. “Keep up, Butterfly!” Helaena laughed as she strung you along, dragging you through multiple people completely wrapped up in their partying. She led you outside where some partygoers had stumbled in their drunken stupor. You took in the sight of her silver hair as you ran behind her. When you first saw her, at orientation before she disappeared from Oxford, it was down to her back and shining like diamonds. After she came back her hair had been cut to the back of her neck, to the dismay of many who marveled at her silver-blonde tresses. When she stopped you ran into her back, still lost in thoughts of her lovely hair. The two of you stood at the center of an old bridge, hard yet weary and covered in moss. Before you was a gentle river that stretched as far as you could see. “Butterfly, I know we have become rather close in these past months.” Helaena was suddenly so serious that you worried she might jump from the bridge. Her distant violet eyes turned to examine you, slowly from the tips of your feet to the crown of your head. Suddenly you wondered if your hand-me-down cocktail dress was as tacky as you thought it was. In your defense, all the girls had decided to wear cocktail dresses in a similar style, and you had only wanted to fit in but now you regretted it. Especially when Helaena wore a dress like a beautiful green field, all silk and flowy. She smiled at you as though you were the greatest gift she had ever received. Then she spoke your name, your real name, with such gentleness that it shocked you, “I want you to come home with me for the summer. I know it is last minute, but I want you to be my guest. It must be you, butterfly! I could not think of bringing anyone else!” Helaena fit her hands into yours and you knew she was serious. Surely your parents wouldn't mind you being away for one summer? Yes, you thought, this is exactly what you wanted. Feigning hesitance, you bit your bottom lip waiting for Helaena to ask again. “Come to Dragonstone with me.” And this time you said yes.

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Next chapter you find yourself in Dragonstone where you will meet The family! Thanks for reading loves!

Dragonstone (1)

⚠️TW⚠️ Manipulation and Dark Reader

~You transferred to Oxford for a taste of the high life but now, three Targaryen’s claim your heart. Will love stop your obsession with power?~

Helaena Targaryen was not dead. Whispers in the halls of Oxford spread the news with strange disappointment. It is not that anyone wanted her dead, it’s just that her disappearance brought them great entertainment and now the gossip was over. You listened to the rumors with prying ears because, despite being new to Oxford, you knew the name Targaryen better than you knew your own. The infamy, the obsession, everything about the Targaryen's completely captivated you. They were the sun and you had unknowingly become Icarus. “The girl disappears for three or so weeks and everyone starts writing an obituary!” Sara Snow snaps you out of your thoughts when she plops her bag on the table beside you. Her black hair is normally loose but today she has pulled it back, likely sick of it falling in her eyes while she studies. Sara brushes your hand with her own perfectly manicured fingers when she realizes you are zoned out. “There is nothing better to talk about around here.” You respond with a dull voice only half focused on her. The book in front of you, a study of bug behavior, captivated you for nearly two hours. “We could be talking about that Christmas party everyone is attending.” A sly smile forms on her face, she’s been talking about the party for a week, and suddenly you feel the need to ask her how she found your study room. “Everyone but me. I can’t go, Sara, I already told you.” Her face drops, and her pretty pink lips form a tight smile. She never expects much from you and yet she is still disappointed. You don’t mean to hurt her, but you have a plan, one that relies on your absence from parties. “It’s fine. Be a bore if you want. I’ll see you later, honey.” Sara leaves the study room the same way she found it, dreary and surprisingly cold. For a moment you paused your endless reading to rub your weary eyes. Sometimes you wonder why you became this way. At home, in America, you rarely sought popularity and you hardly cared if people liked you or not. But in Oxford, you were exposed to something deeper than you could have imagined, a hierarchy. What was once just a chapter in your history books had become a reality and some strange thing possessed you to climb. Perhaps it was the audacity of it all. Throwing their prestige and culture in your face. The money and the reputation completely entrapped you in a way nothing back home ever could. You never felt so small as when you came to Oxford and watched everyone pass you by. Everyone but her. Helaena was always in the center of it all. Shy, timid, and sweet but surrounded by vultures. You and she were one and the same, prey constantly being circled. Except for your vultures, who all kept a distance until it was time to strike. You knew she was the one as soon as you saw her. How could anything so gentle be from a family so cruel? She was your sacrificial lamb, and you would use her to the best of your ability.

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And So it begins! I hope you enjoy 😉 I’ll try to post new chapters at least once a week!

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Aemond and (Y/N) curled up together in their bed asleep:

Aegon: Guys… I had a nightmare…

(Y/N) patting the space beside them: Get in

Rhanerya: Fuck the Greens!

(Y/N) : Already on it!

Rhanerya: What?

(Y/N): What?