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drakoneve · 1 year

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A Father’s Love

request: Hii!! I was wondering if you could do a aemond imagine where you are jace twin sister so you have the strong look! Viserys decided to marry you off to aemond to prevent the bloodshed and your first born a son comes out with the the dark brown hair and aegon starts teasing his brother about it because it’s like karma hit the greens about having a targaryean with a dark hair but aemond ends up protecting you and your child from all the comments coming from the greens. Thank you 🤍

pairing: aemond targaryen x y/n velaryon (strong)

word count: 2k

warning: mentions of pregnancy & childbirth, canon typical violence (protective aemond)

a/n: i think aemond’s son having the strong look would change his view of rhaenyra & her boys

When you were still but a girl your mother, Princess Rhaenyra, explained to you that you would have your husband picked out for you in an arranged marriage. You didn’t quite understand it then, but the picture became clearer as you got older.

By the time you were one and ten your grandsire King Viserys had declared you would marry your uncle Aemond born of the same year. The arrangement came after the night of your aunt Laena’s funeral, when Aemond claimed Vhagar for his own and your younger brother Lucerys struck out his left eye.

You were close with Aemond when you were children, but after the night he lost his eye, Rhaenyra moved your family to Dragonstone. Your relationship with Aemond had been reduced down to letters over the last six years. He wrote once and he expressed his fear that you might not love him because of the scar on his face due to the response of the whispers from the Keep. You assured him something so trivial as an old wound would not deter the feelings you already held for him.

The only people you told about the letters you exchanged with Aemond was your twin, Jacaerys, and your mother. Jacaerys didn’t like the idea of you marrying your uncle at first, but when you read him some of the sweeter things Aemond had written you, Jacaerys decided your uncle wasn’t the worst man you could possibly marry. Rhaenyra didn’t mind her younger brother and was more concerned about what Alicent could do to you upon your return.

Your reunion with Aemond went profoundly well as you promised it would, and the two of you married within weeks of your return to King’s Landing. Though Rhaenyra, your brothers, and uncle/new step-father Daemon attended the wedding celebrations, they didn’t stay long after the celebrations concluded. You understood because of the tensions between your mother and Queen Alicent, but it didn’t make you miss your family any less.

Aemond helped, however, as he loved having you by his side at all times. He walked you to your lessons, invited you to watch him train, he accompanied you to dress fittings. With all the attention you’d been receiving from your proud husband it came as no surprise to anyone when Aemond announced at dinner one night that you were officially with child.

From that moment on Aemond’s tendencies to keep a watchful eye on you even worse. Any moment he couldn’t remain by your side he assigned two of his very own hand picked Kingsguard knights to accompany you. Thankfully your pregnancy went as smoothly as possible, all things considered. You had mild nausea through the majority but eventually it relented and things were smooth from there.

Labor was long, and incredibly painful, so much so the maester advised if you’d squeezed any harder you’d have broken Aemond’s hand. Aemond had stayed by your side from the moment you informed him your labors had begun and refused to leave your side despite some of the arguing of the maester and most of the midwives. Finally after about fourteen hours, you gave birth to a healthy chubby, brown haired boy.

So focused on the newborn babe laid contently on your chest you hardly registered that your mother-in-law Queen Alicent had entered the room. Despite being nothing but kind towards her, Alicent never made a move to return the same sentiment.

But Aemond noticed. He watched as his mother’s face contorted into a look of disgust as she glared, glared down at the babe on your chest. He watched as his mother forced a smile on her face. Her dead eyes said everything Aemond needed to know.

“He’s a little darling,” Alicent forced through her fake smile.

Soon after Taelon’s birth, rumors began spreading around the Keep of his legitimacy. Your lady in waiting, Lilian had been the first to mention the rumors to you one morning as she brushed and braided your hair. The most popular whisperers were ones along the lines of that your son had been conceived while Aemond was away or that you had laid with your brother Jacaerys instead.

You mentioned them to Aemond later that same day when you met him for tea, and he told you he’d already heard with them and was working towards finding the source of such blasphemy so it would be properly taken care of.

Almost a whole month later, however, and Aemond did not yet have the source. At least, that’s what he told you. The whole time he knew it was his own mother, Alicent, that was spreading the rumours throughout the Keep. For weeks he turmoiled in anguish and fury that resulted deep in his gut as he worked his mind for a solution.

He couldn’t decide whether, or more accurately, just how to confront his mother on the subject. The news of the arrival of your mother and the rest of your family arriving in King’s Landing provided the well needed distraction for Aemond, and you.

You and Aemond await side by side as your family approaches, you with Taelon swaddled in your arms. Rhaenyra reaches you first, kissing your face several times before looking down to the babe in your arms. “Oh,” Rhaenyra cooes at your son. “He’s gorgeous, my dear. You’ve done wonderfully.”

“Thank you,” you smile at her, and offer her your son. She takes him in her arms happily.

Jacaerys appears by your side and pulls you into a tight hug. “I’ve missed you, sister.”

“And I, you, brother.” you whisper to him.

Lucerys and Joffrey join the hug, but soon lurch away as you begin to ruffle their thick, dark hair.

“You boys have grown into fine young men! I cannot believe how tall you all are,” you gape at your brothers.

Aemond places his hand at the small of your back and pulls you into his side. “My wife is quite right, nephews. It pleases me to see the man my own son is sure to grow into.”

Jacaerys can’t hide the shock in his face as he studies his uncle for any malicious intentions. Lucerys grasps your hand like he did when he was first learning how to walk and would use you to support himself. Rhaenyra’s eyes widen at Aemond in shock and she looks to your for an answer. All you give her is a shrug as you take your son from her arms and look back to your family. Your mother, brothers, stepfather Daemon, standing with you, your husband, and newborn son. Something you once thought to be impossible, happening in front of your own eyes.

You knew after everything that happened between Aemond and Lucerys the night Aemond claimed Vhagar the dynamics in your family would never be the same. For a long time Aemond held a deep, vicious hatred for Lucerys. To be honest you didn’t exactly blame him. After Aemond finally opened up to you about some of his insecurities and frustrations regarding the loss of his eye and the scar that came as a result, and it helped you understand these fears and insecurities is what fueled his hatred for your brother. Over time, as you fell in love with Aemond even more and convinced him of your feelings, he began to feel less insecure.

The welcoming party disbursed as your family began to settle into the palace for their stay. Word of their arrival has spread throughout the Keep by now, and your grandsire Viserys ordered a large feast to celebrate not only the birth of your son, but the union of the entirety of House Targaryen under one roof. At first the plans made you anxious as you’d wanted a rather small dinner consisting of the royal family, but it seems there are other plans.

Normally you would get ready for such events in the confines of your shared chamber with Aemond, but tonight you opted to join your mother and Daemon in their chambers. Rhaenyra asked for your help in choosing her hairstyle and accessories, an act you once cherished as a child. As you help your mother, Daemon coddles your newborn in his arms.

“He’s quite the charmer,” compliments Daemon, who is wrestling with the babe’s free flying foot. “have you chosen an egg for his cradle, tala (daughter)?”

“Not yet, uncle,” you shake your head. “Aemond wants us to pick it out together, and I haven’t had the chance to make it to the Dragonpit as of late.” You finish the parallel braids in your mother’s hair, securing them in place with delicate pins.

“You must choose one before we leave,” he demands, not taking his eyes off your son. “I cannot, in good faith, leave my grandson knowing he has no dragon.”

Aemond appears in the chamber doorway dressed in his finest leathers. “I assure you, uncle, Taelon will have a dragon. I will make sure no son of mine goes without.”

You smile at him, taking him in for the glorious man he is. “Taelon is but a babe, sweet husband. He has no use for dragons except for our own right now.”

“Correct,” Aemond wraps one arm around your waist. “Though the sooner we choose an egg, the sooner the hatchling will come forth.”

Rhaenyra stepped forward to rest a reassuring hand in her younger brother’s shoulder. “Now's not the time to worry of such things. We’re here to celebrate Taelon.”

“Oh and celebrate we must,” you coo before scooping your son from Daemon’s arms. “Who wouldn’t want to celebrate such a handsome little face?”

The rest of the night went off without a hitch, everyone dining, drinking, dancing, and having fun. For the first time in a long time your family was collected in one room, children and all, enjoying themselves. It was well into the night when you excused yourself briefly to see Taelon to bed before returning.

You’d just settled yourself back into your seat next to Aemond when Aegon rose from his own chair. “I’d like to make a final toast,” he begins. “to Taelon, first of his name, may he grow to be handsome, healthy... and Strong.”

Aemond rises from his seat so fast the front legs lifted off the ground and it fell back onto the floor. “I’ll have your blasphemous tongue for that, ” he growled through gritted teeth. His hand fell to the hilt of his sword and he began to pull it from its sheath before rounding the side of the table to meet his brother.

“I dare you to repeat yourself.” Aemond hissed as he raised his sword to Aegon. The Kingsguard did not draw their swords, instead choosing to shield themselves and the eldest prince. “And it shall be the last thing you ever do.”

Alicent rushed towards her sons, getting in between Aemon and the Kingsguard. “That is enough!” the queen demanded, “Put away your sword, Aemond.”

You stand from your seat, tired of the insolence, and you join Aemond’s side. “Queen Alicent is right, husband. There is no need to sink yourself to such lows as this drunkard.”

The two of you returned to your chambers where Taelon slept soundly in his cradle under the watchful eyes of your lady in waiting and two guards Aemond picked for Taelon specifically. You dismissed all three, knowing the guards would take up their post outside your chamber doors.

Aemond begins stripping down to his night clothes and you begin doing the same, keeping a watchful eye on your husband. You knew the rumors of Taelon not being Aemond’s son was beginning to get to him even though both of you knew there was no other contenders.

As the two of you began to settle into bed, you scoot as close to Aemond as physically possible. He chuckles softly before wrapping you up in his arms. He kisses your forehead, then presses a string of soft kisses onto your hairline.

“You should ignore your brother,” you whisper into the darkness. “He’s a fool who knows nothing of what it means to be a dutiful and loving father as you are. I’m confident Aegon doesn’t even know the twins’ names.”

Aemond laughs, “I suppose you’re right, my love...”

You sit up, placing your right hand on the pillow next to Aemond’s head for support. He reaches up to brush the long strands of your unbound hair that has fallen around your face. “What ails you, husband?”

He hesitates, eye searching your face for any sign of deceit. “I’m afraid of failing our son. Mine own father was never a constant in my life, and I fear this leaves me unable to father our son properly.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you whisper. “I’ve seen the way you watch over him. I mean, the way you protected him tonight against Aegon’s words, that proves you are more than capable than watching over our son. I’ve never doubted you from the day I told you I was with child. From that day forth your only focus has been providing for and protecting your family. You’re an honorable man, Aemond. And the most capable father.”

Aemond rises to press your lips together in a quick kiss. When he lays back down he pulls you with him, resting your head on his chest. This way you can hear the hard thump of his heart beating in his chest, a sound so rhythmic and comforting you can’t help but be lulled by sleep.

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murdocksdaughter · 1 year

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i love you ( jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader)

a/n: i promised this fic last night. hahaha i lied but here y’all go love you besties

warning: none. just sappy!jacaerys yeah thats it.

summary: jacaerys finally confesses his feelings at the oddest hour

word count: 1.4k

Jacaerys had never told Y/n he loves her. 'I love you' were scary words. They held so much weight; the words felt heavy on Jacaerys’ tongue just by thought. He wanted to say it so badly, Jacaerys yearned to tell Y/n.

The idea consumed every thought he had. His mind drifted to Y/n constantly- she was everything he’d want in a woman and Jacaerys wanted to tell her. He’d get on his knees to tell her if he had to.

However, no moment with her felt right. Jacaerys wanted everything to be perfect when he told her.

And in his eyes, Y/n was utterly flawless and deserved nothing less. He’s thought about how the moment would go in his mind a million times. Jacaerys became so nervous that his heart would race and hands would clam up. Y/n made him nervous in a way no others did.

Jacaerys laid awake thinking once again of his betrothed. Her voice played in his head like a soft melody and he could feel his heart squeezing as he stared at the canopy of his bed.

Continuing to stare at the canopy, Jacaerys toyed with his sheets. He rubbed the soft fabric between his fingers the more he thought of his betrothed. Every small detail from the way she ran her fingers on the table whenever she first sits down to how she rubs the fabric of her dress sleeve, it plagued his mind.

Jacaerys felt embarrassed of himself.

He was so enamored by Y/n and yet he couldn’t say three simple words. They intimidated him. The Prince of all of Westeros was scared of three little words. Out of everything in the realm- three simple words scared him the most. Not war, death, not even his mother’s wrath when she had a particularly hard day scared him the way saying ‘I love you’ did.

It was pathetic.

Perhaps it was the consequences of saying it. What if she didn’t feel the same? He was so scared of her rejecting him. And he knew that she had every right to. Jacaerys knew that he wasn’t entitled to her love. But just because he was a prince of the realm and heir to the throne didn't mean he lacked respect. He tried his hardest to act with the highest honor. However, he is still just a man who has wants and he so badly wants her to love him the way he loves her.

He wanted that storybook romance from the books he read as a child. The perfect ideal romance. And perhaps he was naïve in that desire but he didn’t care.

Jacaerys rolled to his side pulling his blanket up to his chin. He had hoped that soon sleep would pull him away from his nagging thoughts. But like hangnails to fabric, Jacaerys’ mind gets caught in its' own web of complicated thoughts.

Insecurities filled just his mind. Jacaerys whispered a small curse and pulled the blanket further covering his head. Trying his best to hide away from the world and with that it’s problems. All he wanted was some sleep.

Then there was a small knock on his door.

Jacaerys’ eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. He sat up pulling the blanket off his head. “Come in,” he called out fixing his mess hair.

The door opened revealing Y/n, his betrothed.

“I apologize for interrupting your sleep, My betrothed,” Y/n closed the door behind her. “However I couldn’t sleep and I wondered if I could have your company?” she asked.

Jacaerys straightened his posture after Y/n’s question. “Of course, you weren’t interrupting anything, I couldn't fall asleep myself,” Jacaerys beckoned her to sit with him.

Y/n smiled as she sat down in front of the prince with an exhausted sigh. “What is keeping you up, my lady?” Jacaerys asked, grasping Y/n’s hand and rubbing small, soothing circles on the back of her hand.

She looked at Jacaerys eyes drooping slightly- signaling to the woman he was tired. “I just feel so awake,” Y/n replied, falling back in the bed looking up at the canopy.

Jacaerys smiled at Y/n, she looked so beautiful laying there with her hair spread out. “Why is that?” he asked. She sighed, her eyes bouncing around from corner to corner on the canopy.

“You know sometimes there are nights where you just can’t sleep. You just feel so awake at such odd hours.” Y/n rambled as she rubbed at one her eyes.

Jacaerys laughed, his hands coming to toy with her sprawled out hair. “I suppose I can relate to that at times,” Jacaerys replied.

Y/n smiled at his touch as her gaze focused on him. “Why are you awake? Do you just feel awake or is there something else keeping you up?” she asked.

Jacaerys' heart skipped a beat at this question. How does he tell his betrothed that she is the subject to his never ending thoughts? A blush rose on Jacaerys’ face He laughed weakly and looked off to the side. “I don’t know? Just a reoccurring nagging thought, nothing special.”

“Would you like to talk it out? Maybe that’ll help you.” Y/n asked, her hand reached up to run her fingers through his brown hair. Jacaerys was so thankful for the dimness of the room as Y/n couldn’t see how his face got redder.

Jacaerys shook his head, “No, no need I don’t want to bore you with my thoughts,” he brushed her off.

“Bore me with your thoughts?” Y/n asked rhetorically. “You never bore me and even if you did at least it’d send me to sleep,” she smiled at him warmly.

Jacaerys nervously laughed. He looked at Y/n- her eyes had the smallest glimmer in them from the candle, her hair had a small halo around, her skin a shine too, she glowed. Y/n looked so perfect. Jacaerys could feel his heart strings pull and his stomach flutter. This was perfect. Everything Jacaerys was stressed about simply disappeared.

“I love you.”

His eyes widened as it spilled from his lips. Without any thought or reason, Jacaerys had said it. His body tensed back up, afraid of what Y/n's reaction would be.

“I love you too.”

The tight feeling that had built up in Jacaerys melted instantly after hearing those words. All his fears vanished. However he stared at her, shocked at her reply.

“You love me?” he asked in disbelief. Y/n nodded like it was obvious.

“Yes, of course I love you.” she responded in a matter of fact tone. “I’ve been in love with you for what feels like an eternity.” Y/n continued.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Jacaerys asked.

Y/n looked sheepily to the side, “I didn’t think you’d return my feelings.”

Jacaerys scoffed at her response. “You’re truly a wonderful woman, it's an honor to have your affection. Why wouldn’t I return your feelings?”

“I…well…well why didn’t you tell me earlier?? You’re the man, what stopped you??” Y/n asked with a faux accusatory tone trying to turn the spotlight of conversation away from herself. Jacaerys opens his mouth trying to find the words to protest. He had nothing. He could argue against Y/n.

Jacaerys closes his mouth and shakes his head. “You’d laugh if I told you,” he whispered. Y/n grabbed his hand and moved closer to Jacaerys.

“It surely can’t be worse than my reason,” she said in a similar tone. Her free hand went to his hair once more, running her fingers through it.

Jacaerys leaned into her touch. “I was afraid of saying it,” he whispers in an unintelligible voice. Y/n grimaced, she felt bad that she couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Jace what did you say?”

Jacaerys toyed with the end of his sleep shirt. “I said I was afraid of saying it…I was afraid of saying I love you.”

Y/n smiled, trying her best to hold back laughter. Jacaerys groaned, “I knew it! I knew you would laugh!”

“I apologize, I apologize, I’m sorry.” Y/n giggled out. Jacaerys fell forward into his bed groaning even louder.

“Jace…”

“Mhmmmm,”

“Jacaerys.”

“Mhmmmmmm.”

Y/n grabbed Jacaerys by his shoulders, “I apologize. It’s not funny whatsoever,” she said with a small smile. Jacaerys looked at her with a sulking face. Y/n just smiled. He smiled back and pulled her into his side.

Y/n relaxed, taking in his natural scent of burnt wood and cinnamon. “I love you,” she muttered. The smile on Jacaerys’ face grew bigger.

“I love you too,” he replied, his heart fluttering as he said it.

A comfortable silence fell with the couple and Y/n relaxed further into her prince. Jacaerys rested his head on Y/n’s. He felt content, as peace and exhaustion started to settle in. And with an arm around Y/n, Jacaerys fell asleep happy knowing he finally said it.

He said ‘I love you’.

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jisooscore · 3 months

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the betrothal, a jacaerys velaryon one-shot.

summary: reader father (stark) accepts to make the betrothal between jace & reader official, jace misunderstands. angst (not really) & fluff!

Back in the old days, when you and Jacaerys were still little kids, Princess Rhaenyra proposed a betrothal between you two, having a Targaryen & Stark union would benefit the realm once she became Queen.

But your father denied it, you were both kids, so he told the Targaryen Princess to wait for them to grow to make it official. Both of you knew back then, the Queen spoke about it with Jacaerys, and he decided you deserved to know who you where going to marry.

—Hello, princess— You hear a shy voice coming from the back, it has to be one of the Velaryon boys, you thought, none of Queen Alicent's sons would speak so softly to a Northerner.

You were right, Jacaerys Velaryon was standing behind you, Princess Rhaenyra's oldest son and the next heir to The Iron Throne. You found a very good friend in him the weekends you stayed in King's Landing. The Velaryon boys felt like a breath of fresh air in these foreign and tense lands.

—Hello, my prince. Is everything alright?—Her voice was soothing, comforting, even for her age. Jacaerys thought he could listen her talk for hours. —Yeah princess, I'm quite alright. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about our betrothal.

—Our betrothal?— She asked, clearly confused. Maybe he should've said it differently.

—Yes, my mother talked about it with your father, he said he would agreed once we were of age. I'm sorry if you didn't want this. But I promise you I will take care of you, and you will be my one and only Queen.

Jacaerys was kind, and she knew that. None of the boys in King´s Landing were as nice as him and his little brother, so the thought of marrying him instead of Aemond sounded amazing. Besides, she knew her dad would never allow her only daughter to marry a monster.

—I have to say I did not expected this, nevertheless, my feelings for you are not those of hate, I will be the luckiest girl if I get to marry you in the future, my prince.

Jacaerys could not be happier, hearing those words from the girl he liked so much made him feel sick to his stomach, a feeling he did not hate at all, so he said the words he´d been keeping the last few weekends.

—Since this moment, I am loyal to you, with heart, body & soul, I am solemnly yours.

He knew she had to leave King´s Landing tomorrow, he didn´t want this, he wanted her to stay. But she also had dutties as Princess in Winterfell. So he waited, he waited days, weeks, months, years.

°°°

—Jace, did you hear about it? Your little wolf's father finally agreed to a betrothal.

His pacific temple crumbled, you didn't mention anything about betrothal proposals in your letters. But your father just accepted to marry you to someone that isn't him, he couldn't allow that. Not when he spend all of his life loving you.

—Are you sure?— He asked Aegon, he was known for being constantly drunk, so he wasn't a reliable source of information, and he wasn't the nicest person, so he could easily be just annoying him.

—Yeah, pretty sure I heard father talking about it, I guess you weren't the best option after all.

Maybe he was right, he wasn't good enough, maybe he heard the whispers, the whispers about his birth. He had to do something, he would fight for her once she arrives to King's Landing.

Later that day, she's finally here, in the same room with him, so he talks first.—Is it true? That your father accepted a betrothal?— His face clearly tensed, he felt like he was being stabbed in the chest, directly in the heart, waiting for your answer was agony.

—Yeah, he did. He made it official a day ago. I thought you knew.—

—How could I know? You didn't mentioned it in your letters, I don't know what happens in Winterfell. Tell me honestly, was it because of me? Was it my fault? Did I do something wrong? Is it because i'm a bastard?

—Jacaerys!—She would rarely use his full name, she was mad, or hurt, Jace could not read her right now, he's full with his emotions already.—Don't ever say that again. None of this is your fault. My father made official our betrothal.—Jace could feel her hands caressing his cheeks, he could feel her trying to make him feel better. He was hurt, but he already felt better, how could he forgot that their betrothal was not official yet? He was blind with his loyalness.

—You should´ve known that I wouldn´t agree to marry someone that it isn´t you. You are my only love. I sweared loyalty to you when I was a child and I did not regretted my decision a single time.

The wedding was set in 3 weeks.

She was the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on, she walked to him by her fathers arm. Her dress had beautiful embroidery in honor to her house, but he couldnt wait for her to use the Targaryen colors instead.

—With this kiss, I pledge my love—.

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icarusignite · 2 years

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An Eye for an Eye (part 1)

Pairing: Aemond x OC! Daenys Varyon-Targaryen

Summary: Daenys Velaryon-Targaryen is the oldest child of Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon, but she shares the same true lineage as her brothers Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey. Having grown up beside Aemond Targaryen, she has become a friend, a companion, and eventually a beloved wife to him. But when the man she loves commits an unforgivable crime, she must choose between her beloved and her family.

parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / Future parts: MASTERLIST

A/N: I have seen so many edits of the scene where Vhagar chomps down on poor baby Lucerys and Aemond looks shaken and it got me in my feels so I thought I'd try my hand at my first fanfiction. Aemond is probably a bit OOC but I was craving regretful soft Aemond so here we are. This is also pretty canon divergent lol. This fic is also available on AO3

Word count: 1837

Daenys Targaryen walked the halls of the castle lost in thought. The past few days had been quite strenuous, with the death of her grandfather and the crowning of Queen Alicents son Aegon. Daenys yearned to return to Dragonstone to her mother, the rightful heir, and support her true claim. However, her access to the dragon pit had been forbidden and she was barely ever allowed to leave the castle unchaperoned. Someone was always watching her every move and she was beginning to feel stifled. Perhaps, she thought, a part of her stayed to try and convince her husband to join her mother's cause. It was a laughable thought really, because how could she of all people ever get Aemond to turn his back on his family?

They had been friends since childhood and when he had asked his father, the late King Viserys, to offer for her hand in marriage, Daenys was more than happy to accept, even if her mother was a little reluctant. Even her relationship with the Queen had once been one of companionship and tenderness, but the recent crowning of Aegon had placed a strain on their relationship. Daenys had once been Alicient's favourite of all of Rhaenyra's children, so much so that she had been the one to convince Rhaenyra regarding her betrothal to Aemond, speaking of alliances and powerful unions. It certainly helped that Daneys looked the part of a true Targaryen, unlike her beloved brothers whose parentage was always put into question. Perhaps, Alicent had taken advantage of Daenys's fondness for Aemond to keep her in King's Landing for a while longer as opposed to running off to Dragonstone to her mother. The royal family needed to present a united front during such a time of chaos.

As she reached the throne room, Daenys heard a commotion. There was yelling, a frustrated sigh, and then furious whispering. Daenys could barely make out the words but she could swear her name being said, along with her brother Lucerys's. Why would he be here, she wondered, but her heart raced with anticipation. Perhaps her mother had sent for her. The Hightowers couldn't very well keep her here if her mother officially summoned her and sent her brother to bring her back to Dragonstone.

With a skip in her step, she entered the throne room. However, her brother was nowhere to be seen and she was greeted by a strange scene. Otto Hightower and the dowager queen were engaged in heated whispers while Aegon sat on the iron throne laughing. Her eyes scanned the room and eventually landed on her husband. Aemond Targaryen looked lost. His eyepatch was missing, his eyes were wide in what looked like equal parts of disbelief and horror. His hair was mussed like he had just been out riding Vhagar. Something must have disturbed him while he was out, though Daenys couldn't think of a single thing that would possibly scare the mighty Aemond Targaryen. Worry gnawed at her either way as she rushed to his side to take his trembling hands in her own.

Her entrance silenced the entire room. Even Aegon halted his maniacal laughter. When the queen's eyes landed on her, they softened immediately. Aemond on the other hand froze and went pale. He refused to meet her eyes and pulled his hands away.

"Aemond are you alright?" she spoke gently, trying not to startle him further, "what's going on?"

At the sound of her voice, Aemond flinched. Aegon smirked.

"Tell her what happened. Go ahead. It is the best news I've heard in a long time," he crowed with pleasure.

At the sound of everyone's silence, Aegon laughed even louder.

"Daenys my dear, pay Aegon no mind. His majesty simply has too much on his mind. 'Tis nothing," Alicent said gently, coming over to put her hand comfortingly on Daenys's shoulder.

"Oh for God's sake, stop being such cowards. Tell her the truth. Why don't you tell her brother?" Aegon turned to Aemond. "Tell your beloved what you did to her brother!"

Daenys froze. Her brother? Is that why they were talking about him earlier? Had something happened to him? Her heart twisted as she tried to meet Aemond's eyes. Eyes that remained glued to the floor.

"My dear there's been an accident..." Alicent tried again before Aegon interrupted.

"Why let mother fight your battles against your lady wife Aemond? You seemed perfectly capable of fighting for yourself against that Strong Bastard. An eye for an eye was it then?"

Daenys's jaw dropped as she whirled towards Aemond with fury in her eyes.

"You fought with my brother? Why would you do that? Was that the accident then? Did you hurt him? Where is he now?"

"At the bottom of the..." Aegon stopped with a scowl as Aemond glared daggers at him.

"Your brother...uh he... he had an accident and unfortunately he didn't make it," Alicent whispered.

Oh.

All the fire went out inside of her and Daenys slumped to her knees on the floor. Aemond tried to approach her, speaking for the first time since she entered the room.

"Daenys, listen..."

She flinched away from his touch as he reached for her.

"Don't," she whispered, her eyes filling with unshed tears.

"Daenys please," he pleaded.

Aegon was clearly enjoying this. He grinned at his brother.

"We shall have a grand feast for you, Kinslayer. Finally rid of that bastard. As king perhaps I shall gift you the Driftmark seat. You may rule the seas you earned with your lady love," he winked.

Aemond's eyes remain fixed on Daenys as she slowly turned towards him.

"How... how did it..." she could barely get the words out.

"It was an accident, I swear it. I tried to stop Vhagar but she wouldn't listen. I promise it was an accident," Aemond insisted, still trying to reach for her, even as she pulled farther away.

"Oh quit being modest brother. Tell her how you earned the name Kinslayer. Finally going after the bastard who took your eye. You were even kind enough to give him the choice of carving out his own eye. A courtesy I remember he did not offer you. It was only after he so rudely denied you your repayment that you went after him. As king, I declare it to be a fair game to be sure," Aegon winked at Daenys, recounting the entire tale of how Aemond gave chase to Lucerys and his dragon in Storm's End. His grin grew wider as her expression grew more horrified.

"If you are too upset with my brother to warm his bed, you know where to find me, don't you? After all, it was his dragon that took a nice big bite out of your brother."

A strangled cry of horror and disbelief escaped Daenys's lips as she glared at Aemond.

"You are still on about that? After all these years, you still haven't let it go?"

"He took my eye!" Aemond protested.

"He was 5! A child!"

“And what of me? I was a child too. A child who lost his eye and had to live with this hideous disfigurement for the rest of my life!”

“I'm sorry for that. Truly I am. I even offered you my eye as retribution for what my brother did. He was a child and didn’t know better. That still didn’t give you the right to take his life.”

"I... I'm telling you it was an accident. I didn't mean for it to happen like that. I just got angry and wanted to teach him a lesson. I gave chase only as a prank, to scare him a little. I didn't mean for him to get hurt."

"He was still a child Aemond! You chased my little brother and his baby dragon across Storm's End on that monstrosity you ride. What did you expect?" Daenys sobbed, tears now streaming down her face. "You killed him. You and your stupid giant brute of a dragon killed my baby brother!"

"Daenys, please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen," Aemond pleaded. He knelt next to her and tried to take her into his arms as her entire body seemed to vibrate with grief and rage.

It hurt him to see her this way, coming apart at the seams. She pulled away from him violently, taking deep shuddering breaths.

"Stay the hell away from me!" she shrieked.

Aemond lowered his hands, chest aching. He looked at his mother beseechingly until she knelt beside Daenys.

"Shhhh my darling. It's going to be ok. I'm sorry. He's sorry. We're sorry," Alicent soothed.

"NO!" Daenys screamed. "It won't be alright. My brother is dead. My brother is dead!"

Daenys doubled over, her insides burning. She pressed her forehead against the cool marble of the throne room and willed it to swallow her. Great sobs wracked her body and she pushed away the multitudes of arms that tried to hold her, to pull her up and carry her away. Then it became hard to breathe and when she started choking on her own frenzied cries, she allowed herself to slip into the darkness that hovered just at the edge of her consciousness.

Alicent looked at the girl who lay slumped on the floor in pity. First, by crowning Aegon as King and now by killing one of Rhaenyra's sons, her family had officially broken any and all bonds with Rhaenyra’s. This meant war to be sure. She did feel sorry for Daenys though. She cared for the girl more than she cared to admit. She was the only one of the ladies at court who didn't give her son Aemond a hard time over his missing eye, who wouldn't look at him with fear or disgust. She had always been kind to him, and Alicent knew her son's heart belonged wholly to the girl. It was a pity that it had come to this. While the girl herself posed no real threat to Alicent or the crown, especially as Aemond's bride, her family did.

"Take your wife up to your room Aemond. She needs to rest, the poor girl has worn herself out," Alicent gestured to Daenys's limp body that lay at their feet.

Aemond gathered her up in his arms as carefully as he could and made his way to their shared room. He looked at her with eyes full of remorse. He never meant to hurt her like this. He supposed the cruel part of him wanted to hurt Lucerys, but the part of him that loved Daenys was far greater and so all he was left with was a feeling of emptiness and self-loathing. He wondered if they could ever come back from this. If she would ever forgive him for this crime. He wondered if he even deserved her forgiveness.

As he gently tucked her into bed, he couldn't resist placing a gentle kiss upon her troubled brow. She whimpered in her slumber.

"I'm sorry Daenys."

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aemondwhoresworld · 5 months

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RHAE rec. (still UPDATING)

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍

≡ this is my JACAERYS VELARYON recommend list!

≡ i don’t own any of these work, this is just a recommendation list. also thank you to all the writers.

≡ please be free to recommend more fic if you have any other angsty, fluff, etc fic

𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍. rec

⌗ one-shot

UNEXPECTED VISIT — by @jacesbeloved

SWORN ENIMIES — by @maudeeloise

LOVE, PARENTS AND TRUTHS — by @house-strong

❍ BOUND BY DUTY

A DAUGHTER OF THE SUMMER — by @ophelieverse

❍ NEVER MEANT TO BE

QUESTION…? — by @its-vannah

𝐒𝐄𝐑. 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆. rec

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon imagines #jacaerys velaryon imagine #jacaerys velaryon x you #jacaerys x you #jacaerys velaryon oneshot #jacaerys velaryon rec list #jacaerys velaryon series #jacaerys velaryon fanfic #jacaerys velaryon fic

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theothermaidoftarth · 27 days

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Moodboard for my upcoming Jacaerys character study wherein Rhaenyra doesn’t leave King’s Landing after Vaemond’s death, and so ascends the throne after her father dies. Two years later Jace grapples with what it means to be both bastard and heir to the Iron Throne.

Hale and Grace

M/16+ | Jacaerys Velaryon x Baela Targaryen

Cw: self-harm, dysfunctional family

#current wip #hale and grace #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys targaryen #since that’s what he’ll be in this ‘verse after taking the throne #jacaerys x baela #anti daemyra #no bashing but is critical of both - more so daemon #coming soon #hotd au #hotd fic #planned as a oneshot but i’ll see how it goes wc wise #jacela #my edit

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misttyver · 2 years

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say "shh" for the secret — Lucerys Velaryon.

pairing: Lucerys X Valeryon¡famele reader.

Summary: Everyone knew that Lucerys and Hyena were at war even before they were promised marriage, things start to change when Lucerys threatens to tell a little secret she discovered from the younger Velaryon.

Warnings: long kisses, teasing and cursing, total haters to lovers, you are Hyena, I don't want to put Y/N in the name, I have no intention of sexualizing Luke!

Notes: hi sweeties! this is my first story on tumblr, i wanted to say that english is not my first language so it can be a little confusing to read. Anyway, I wanted to do this one because I'm completely in love with this boy and also because of the big spoiler I took about him :( but anyway, I hope you like it, it's a very innocent and cute thing for you.

Lucerys walked impatiently, he had been forced to look for the bride who had not been found by his sisters, even though he was protesting and saying that it was not his obligation to do that, it was enough to hear his stepfather Daemon speak in a "dark" tone for him to go soon what was asked he went without further talking.

He slowly opened the wooden door decorated with some leaves that were stuck there, the large garden was his first sight, also seeing several people who work in the castle. He passed his eyes slowly looking for Hyena in any corner but without success.

But then it was like a light bulb popped over Luke's head, he'll remember a day when one of Valeryon's sisters told her where she liked to stay, so they could have some kind of conversation without so many people around. Hyena never really liked this whole royal thing so she would always go to a corner a little far away, behind the castle to read some of her books or do that crazy thing to get her hands dirty with ink and mark on papers.

Said and done, she was really there. In the distance, he could see the wavy white hair swaying in the wind. He approached cautiously, ready to scare her, but frowned in confusion when he saw what she was doing, Hyena was holding a small pink pig in both hands and looking well taken care of.

"What- Do you raise pigs now?" You jumped, startled and quickly turned around and saw your (un)loved fiancé.

"Ah-uh.. What are you doing here? I thought you had appointments at the castle"

"And I still do, but they want you there too" You saw Luke leaning against a large rock, arms crossed and eyes gleaming in amusement, he watched the gangly way you tried to hide the pig behind you. "I don't think people will be happy to hear you have a pig now"

"And no one will know, because you'll keep my secret, honey." You smiled slightly placing the little bug in the basket and getting up to approach the boy.

"Oh yeah? And why would I keep it?"

"Because it's my future husband, husbands keep their wives' confidences just like wives keep things about their husbands" You said trying to look relaxed, saw the small smile that appeared on his lips, he was loving it, you knew it very well.

"It wasn't very convincing, unfortunately I'll have to tell you, say goodbye to your little pig while you still have time" He got off the rock support and you laughed nervously.

"And do you think anyone will hear you? I don't know if you noticed, but we're a little far away, you know" It was her turn to mock, running her hands over her dress a few times.

"Maybe, but I think if I maybe yelled desperately at some of the guards, or even Daemon, I could get at least some attention."

"You would not do that"

"Are you doubting?" The question left Luke's lips as a challenge, you didn't answer, before you could even think of something to say he yelled. "HELP, THERE'S SOMETHING HORRIBLE OUT HERE-"

In complete desperation and in order to shut up that damn boy, you advanced on him to cover his mouth with your hand, but at the same time and without you having any reflex to walk away, he turned his face towards you, thus making lips of both touched.

The touch didn't last as long as you tried to pull away as soon as you realized what was happening.

"Luke, I... Uh, please don't say anything and don't yell."

The boy's expression was still soft, unlike his own. He came closer to you with one step. "Of course, Hyena." You sighed upon hearing that. "But only if you let me do it again"

His cheeks flushed, wait, did he really want a kiss from you?!

"What? Calm down.. You want to…" He nodded before his sentence was over, grinned and leaned in so they were even closer.

"We're going to do that at our wedding too, don't worry so much" he ran his index finger down her face slowly, making her heart race even more.

The attention to his movements wasn't enough for Lucerys to realize what was coming. You placed your right hand on his cheek and pulled him even closer, placing your lips together gently. It didn't take long for the confusion between the two of you to pass, the kiss was calm, Lucerys was careful to pass her lips over yours trying to be gentle and you were enjoying it. It was a sensation you'd never experienced, it wasn't your first kiss, but it was the first you gave Luke.

As all good things last a short time, the shortness of breath was present and they parted, his gaze was still bright, but now he looked different, he looked into her eyes while her cheeks were red and her breathing ragged.

"I think we have to go now, I doubt the council will like all this delay" You said already walking away from him, took the basket with your hand completely covering the little pig and leaving for the castle, without even saying anything to him.

The truth is, you'd like to taste that kiss again with every passing second, but you'd never really admit it.

#house of the dragon #lucerys velaryon #game of thrones #house of targaryen #imagines #oneshot #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #jacaerys targaryen #team black #cuteness #fluffy imagine

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doxypsychlean · 2 years

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Bid my blood to run

Alicent Hightower x Criston Cole

Warnings: none....I lied, there is one. It's short asfff x(

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Didn't think I had it in me to write something so sweet and sappy. You learn something new every day, amirite fellas? Welp...Cheers!

He'd never had much luck with women. He always fell first and always fell hard. Then he'd get his heart broken as they got bored and moved on.

"Well? What do you think of my...proposal?"

He felt uneasy. The knight remembered what had happened the last time he fell for a woman of her position. But he couldn't refuse. Not that he even wanted to. She was his Queen. The woman he'd sworn to protect from all there was out there, from anyone that would wish to inflict harm upon her.

"Your Grace..." Ser Criston sighed.

"I ask no more of you than what you're willing to give me." Alicent said calmly, her face now inches away from his.

The knight gripped the handle of his sword so tightly, his knuckles turned white. His face turned to the side, lips pouting as he contemplated his next move.

"Your Grace, I..." Criston wasn't sure how she'd take his words "I can't make the same mistake twice."

"If you do it twice, then it'd no longer a mistake."

She had a point. Fuck it. What did he have to lose? His honor? He'd made a fool out of himself in front of people before. His life? The woman in front of him was the only reason he was still breathing. She was the one that had talked him out of taking his own life so many years ago.

He looked at her. She was breathtaking. Auburn locks of wavy hair framed her oval face. Dark brown eyes looking up at him, waiting for an answer.

"You know I would never do what she did to you, do you not?" Alicent said as she placed her hand on his face. Criston leaned into her touch.

Oh, he knew it. She was a woman of her word. Honorable. Gracious. Thoughtful. Passionate. Alluring. Bewitching.

"I pledged my sword to you once, your Grace..." Cole said, his hands reaching out to cup her face in return. "Tonight, I pledge my heart and body. To you. Do with them as you please. Break them. Toss them into the dirt. I'm completely at your mercy."

"And I at yours." She returned, hands snaking around his neck. "I wouldn't dare break your heart, Criston. Ever. I'd sooner drop dead than commit such a vile, treasonous act."

"Treasonous?" He questioned "To whom?"

"My own heart."

His eyes trailed down to her lips, then back up. Alicent smiled softly.

"Break me. If not my heart, then my body. That much I can handle. Save me from the nothing I've become..."

#alicent x criston #alicent hightower #ser criston cole #oneshot #hotd fanfic #dance of dragons #game of thrones #game of thrones fanfic #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #lucerys targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #accepting requests #requests open

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diamantar · 1 year

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FAMILIA Y DEBER

→ Jacaerys Velaryon x Hightower!OC [Alessia Hightower]

✦ Sinopsis: En la infancia fueron amigos y ahora deben decidir si rebelarse o aceptar las responsabilidades.

✦ Advertencias: Angst / Fluff.

✦ Palabras: 1361

✦ Nota: Apenas encontré el gif pensé que estaba viendo a Jacaerys y la inspiración surgió de inmediato. Además, Olivia Hussey en su rol de Julieta es perfecta para interpretar un familiar Hightower o ser hija de Rhaenyra y Harwin ♡

—Señorita Hightower.

La mujer dejó de observar el suelo y frenó antes de chocar con el muchacho que paraba en frente, durante unos segundos dudando de quién era hasta que los rasgos comenzaron a ser familiares.

—¿Jacaerys? —preguntó amagando a fruncir el ceño.

Que le reconociera hizo que inclinara la cabeza en aprecio, los irises femeninos brillando en emoción ante la confirmación.

—Los años transforman rápido a los jóvenes, ¿verdad?

—¡Ahora me superas en altura! —rió encantada estirando los brazos para sostenerle las manos—. ¿Qué haces en Desembarco del Rey? Nadie avisó que visitarías.

—Fue una decisión de último momento —aclaró suave, sus dígitos yendo a cerrarse en las palmas contrarias.

—¿Llegaste con Vermax? —preguntó ilusionada, y el Velaryon asintió—. Debe haber crecido tanto como tú, ¡apuesto que está irreconocible!

—Ciertamente, su desarrollo anual es exagerado.

—Recuerdo que siempre fue una característica especial de él.

—Hasta hoy lo sigue siendo.

—¿Qué te trae a la Fortaleza Roja? —indagó acariciándolo con un pulgar.

—Deseaba ponerme al día con a mi antigua compañera de juegos, demasiados años han pasado sin saber del otro.

Alessia sonrió con nostalgia y descendió la mirada, memorias surgiendo y esparciendo agradables sentimientos.

—Poco ha sucedido en mi vida, de seguro tienes más para contar.

—¿Es así? ¿Incluso cuando he oído que te han comprometido? —fingió inocente, aunque demasiado frío.

La femenina tensó las facciones y presionó los labios, enseguida asintiendo mientras le veía ansiosa.

—¿Cómo sabes?

—Nada corre más rápido que los rumores… En todo caso, la verdad llegó cuando ofrecí mi mano y fui rechazado indicando que ya estabas pactada a los Arryn.

—¿Qué? —preguntó arrugando el entrecejo, de pronto queriendo liberarse y notando como él le agarraba con más fuerza.

—¿Otto Hightower, tu padre, no informó de mi propuesta? ¿Tampoco tu hermana?

—Nadie consultó conmigo.

—Lástima.

Alessia bajó la mirada y observó las ropas del Velaryon, su atención hallándose desorientada en los pensamientos que corrían ante la impactante novedad. El corazón se encogió por la oportunidad desperdiciada de un futuro mejor, una vida al lado de un hombre que conocía y podría tratarla decente.

—De jóvenes nos llevábamos bien, te habría escogido si hubiera tenido oportunidad.

Jacaerys guardó silencio y analizó la postura de la Hightower, la cual no enseñaba más que contrariedad y tristeza.

—Aún no has dado tus votos, puedes cambiar el destino.

Ella pareció animarse un momento, pero después encogió los hombros y se soltó de él.

—¿Por qué casarte conmigo cuando estamos en bandos enfrentados? —cruzó los brazos tratando de escudarse.

—Nuestras familias pelean, pero nosotros no, te aprecio igual que antes —aclaró con secreta preocupación por el tema que trajo a conversación.

—¿Cómo podría dejar a Alicent o a mis sobrinos? Me necesitan —excusó, inevitablemente pensando en los jóvenes que vivían en un estrés constante por alcanzar las expectativas de su padre y hermana.

—¿Estás de acuerdo con que usurpen el trono de mi madre y, por consecuencia, el mío? —soltó, y ella le miró absolutamente ofendida.

—¿Cómo te atreves? —gruñó en el proceso de cerrar las manos en puños.

—Lo siento, no es lo que realmente quería decir —aclaró sacudiendo la cabeza completamente frustrado.

—¿Entonces? Porque lo único que puedo pensar es que quieres arruinar el compromiso para evitar una alianza.

—Todo lo contrario, quiero que nosotros nos asociemos —indicó agarrándola de los brazos y acercándose unos pasos.

—No obtendrás nada de los Hightower, me considerarán una traidora y tu plan habrá sido en vano —contestó sintiendo que aire faltaba, la presión en el pecho incrementando a cada segundo.

—¿Ni siquiera con la posibilidad de que seas reina? —preguntó, la desesperación evitando que pensara con claridad.

—¿Qué importancia tiene un consorte contra un rey en el Trono de Hierro?

Los labios de Jacaerys fueron incapaces de discutir la certeza, frustración consumiéndolo desde las profundidades y, sin pensar, estrechando a Alessia contra él. El movimiento fue rápido y bruto por la necesidad, así que ella se quejó y peleó, pero pronto correspondió y apreció la breve calma que el contacto otorgó.

—Nunca dejé de quererte —confesó el Velaryon acariciándole la espalda.

—Estar contigo significa dejar y enfrentar a mi familia mientras tu continúas con la tuya, si realmente me deseas como esposa… la pérdida debe ser para ambos.

Aquella condición, sensata e igualitaria, espinó el corazón de Jacaerys y entendió el sufrimiento de Alessia al pedirle que dejara todo por él. Frunció el ceño y cerró los ojos pensando lo que realmente quería en el futuro, lentamente alejándose de ella y rozándole el rostro.

La femenina lo miró y luego bajó los parpados entregándose al tacto, de aquella manera recordando cada sensación confiando en que sería la última vez que lo vería. El calor de su palma y la textura de una mano entrenada para luchar y montar dragones la hicieron temblar, de pronto apreciando como él respiraba demasiado cerca.

—Te amo.

Alessia no pudo responder o mirarle cuando ya la estaba besando, ambas manos ciegamente yendo a sostener las contrarias en un vago intento de frenarlo. El toque fue mínimo e increíblemente delicado, casi tratándola como cristal, y ella no pudo más que quedarse de pie mientras su corazón se descontrolaba.

La conexión fue profunda y casi sintió sus almas enredarse, al separarse no pudiendo más que verlo increíblemente impactada.

—Jacaerys… —murmuró, desorientada buscando alguna respuesta en los ojos chocolate.

—Si dejo todo atrás, ¿estarías conmigo?

Frío bajó por la espalda femenina y la implicación pesó, alivio y miedo mezclándose en lo que ofrecía.

—¿Dices en serio? —frunció el ceño, una mano tomándolo de la ropa para asegurarse que no desapareciera como una ilusión—. ¿Qué pasa con Rhaenyra y tus hermanos?

—Lucerys tomará mi lugar y Joffrey heredará Marcaderiva, mi madre… ella tiene a Daemon, y me aseguraré que sepa que estoy bien.

—Es… Es una locura, no sé… ¿Realmente puedes dejar tus responsabilidades?

Alessia negó temerosa y dudó cómo él podía decidir aquello con tanta rapidez, ya que la idea de incumplir con su familia la hacia sentir tremendamente mal.

—Sé lo que te carcome, de verdad —indicó en el proceso de acariciarle ambas mejillas con los pulgares—. ¿Cuándo tiempo tienes antes de la boda?

—Casi dos meses —respondió, de vuelta oyéndose como si le faltara el aire.

—Tomémonos una semana y pensemos, ¿de acuerdo? —ofreció comprensivo—. Una parte de mí está lista para volar contigo y nunca volver, pero amo a mi familia al igual tú a la tuya, así que consideremos todas las ventajas y desventajas antes de actuar.

La Hightower asintió de inmediato y las piedras en su pecho desaparecieron, la oportunidad de analizarlo y planificarlo llenándola de seguridad.

—Mantengámonos en contacto y expresemos nuestras opiniones, en conjunto podremos arreglarlo.

—Absolutamente —sonrió, el nuevo espíritu que enseñaba logrando calmarlo.

Aprovechando el agarre en el otro, ambos se inclinaron a unir sus bocas y sellaron la promesa de dar lo mejor para llegar a un buen resultado.

—Aún me sorprende que viajaras a quí ante la noticia de mi compromiso.

—¿Cómo no hacerlo? De todos modos, fue egoísta de mi parte pensar que todo iría a mi favor y pacíficamente dejarías a tu familia —suspiró con malestar—. Lo lamento.

—Ahora estamos en la misma página y eso es lo que importa —sonrió acariciándole la mejilla.

Jacarys inclinó la cabeza en señal de que no dejara de tocarlo y la mujer rió suave, nuevamente apreciando lo que había cambiado en todos los años que no se vieron.

—La noche está cerca y no deseo ser interrogado sobre mis actividades, debo volver —anunció el primogénito.

—Entiendo —suspiró, las comisuras de su boca inconscientemente bajando en una expresión triste—. Mañana mismo te escribiré, no quiero volver a perderte.

—Aguardaré con ansias —prometió melancólico, el marrón de sus ojos enseñando lo mucho que deseaba llevarla con él.

—Yo también, no tardes en responder.

El Velaryon asintió y lentamente la tomó de la cintura, ella aguardando expectante y conteniendo mariposas en el estómago cuando juntó sus frentes.

—Avisa ante cualquier inconveniente, vendré con Vermax y te sacaré del apuro. No lo olvides.

—Lo prometo —confirmó cerrando los ojos.

Hundiéndose en el momento y el abrazo del otro, en aquel pequeño rincón de la Fortaleza Roja, se sentían listos para dejar todo por el otro.

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princesssszzzz · 1 year

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I Understand

Pairing: baby Rhaemond/minor baby Jacaela

Can't believe I forgot to post this anyways wrote a fanfix how that funeral scene should have gone 💕

Rhaena and Baela sat with their back to the sea staring at huddles of strangers on Driftmark. Rhaena didn’t have to turn her head to know her sister was also crying but Baela still kept her head high. She appreciated that her sister was able to remain resolved even in the middle of her grief. They had found their grandmother to be a sweet woman but despite being born in Driftmark, she doesn’t know any of her family in Westeros. When they arrived, she still felt comforted when her grandmother held her with the same love as her mother. Rhaena tried to keep her thoughts on Baela but her father standing in her peripheral consumed her mind.

He hadn’t spoken to them since they left Pentos, he had only muttered to her grandparents once they arrived to take the girls. Rhaena’s muddled contemplation of his disregard while he stared into the sea had been interrupted by the brown-haired boy who approached Baela. She watched through the twisted hair that had fallen onto her face as Baela and the boy each shared a soft smile together and reached for each other's hands.

‘That’s sweet of him’, she thought as she observed her sister’s face grow less tired and more assured.

Rhaena gathered the conviction to twist her head towards the boy hoping he would also grab her hand. When he showed her no recognition, she felt the same darkness creeping up in her that reminded her of her father. She fought the urge to look back over to him knowing it would increase her uneasiness.

She decided to wipe her tears and resume staring into the crowds of strangers. The muttered voices from Baela and the boy grew clearer to her as she looked on. They were talking about their dragons. The gloominess she tried to avoid earlier quickly returned and Rhaena felt there’s no point in evading it now. With peculiar timing, the growl from Vhagar loomed over the family and Rhaena looked up. The She-Beast, Rhaena had called her, looked majestic flying through the greying clouds. She hadn’t thought of her mother’s dragon since leaving Pentos and her mind couldn’t help but drift towards her claiming Vhagar. She couldn’t wait and thought of how her father would be looking up at her as she climbed Vhagar’s large side. The eagarness to gain his affection threatened to have her jump up and run towards the dragon but she knew not to leave Baela’s side. Patience is her virtue and claiming Vhagar could wait.

Rhaena continued fantasizing about what her father would say in praise to her when she lowered her gaze from the sky, locking eyes with the shortest boy wearing green. She knew he was one of her cousins from her father’s constant rants about Hightowers and getting rid of any green jewelry gifted to Laena in Pentos. They stood among themselves in the middle of the horde and she didn’t remember any of their names.

Aemond had already surveyed the boring sloth of people after Aunt Laena’s funeral service and was now staring at the sorrowful girl sitting down. His head felt dizzy as he had finally stopped peering at the huge dragon that just flew over them. He wanted to ask his brother if he had seen it, but the smell of wine started to wisp away and he realized Aegon already wandered off. He had been trying to figure out which girl cousin this was that was now looking at him and decided to go to her. His mother was busy chatting with Ser Criston and he knew she wouldn’t mind.

The girl’s facial expression never changed and she didn’t look away like he was expecting. Aemond continued pushing past the Driftmark guest while he continued to study her. Unsurprising to him, she looked as if this was the worst day of her life, completely miserable. Having never lost a family member as important as a mother, he was sure the worst thing that could happen to her is getting mocked and then almost killed by a dragon in the pits.

He got closer and stopped in his tracks when he realized the eldest bastard boy had already been on that ‘side’. Jace turned and they both hesitated to speak to each other. The other girl Jace had been talking to paused and gave Aemond a perplexed look.

Jace and Aemond had never gotten along and Aemond knew the boy’s real father had died in addition to his aunt. Aemond balled his fist up in preparation for the boy to make a snide comment but he said nothing and turned back to the girl so they could continue their whispering. Aemond delayed looking back at the crying girl knowing she was still staring at him. He wanted to just turn back around when he realized she’s one of them. He thought she’ll probably just make the rude remark he was expecting from Jace. Aemond started to turn back, ready to find Aegon and lecture him about getting drunk in public but he accidently caught the girl's glance again. This time he felt embarrassed since he was standing closer now. He knew he should smile to be nice like he was told to do in court, but kept his face straight.

‘I don’t even know this girl, I don’t care’

Aemond lost all the curiosity and confidence he had when he first began his walk towards her. He wanted to turn his attention back to the huge dragon he had been gawking at earlier, but his feet wouldn’t carry him away. He was suddenly too sheepish to take the final steps to her, but too stubborn to retreat. He was still contemplating his decision when he heard Jace talking to the girl’s sister. He started to roll his eyes at the strong boy’s voice but even that was cut off when he heard it.

“That sounds fun, maybe another time since Rhaena hasn't claimed a dragon yet.”

“She can stay with Aemond, he doesn’t go with us either.”

Rhaena. He finally knew which cousin was which. Her still appearance had changed when she squinted at him and shifted on the bench. Jace spilling Aemond’s humiliating misfortune to the cousin he now knew as Baela was enough for him to finish rolling his eyes. Knowing Jace, he had asked the girl if her and her sister would be interested in his favorite activity, racing dragons. He couldn’t believe his ears and thought he might have gone insane in the last couple minutes of his life. His uncle’s daughter, Rhaena, didn’t have a dragon either.

Aemond looked at her face with a new absorption and his feet carried him faster than his brain could keep up with his thoughts. He finally found himself in front of her. Rhaena’s tears had mostly dried on her face and her expression looked as if she was confused why he took so long to come over. The hurt and misery he saw in her eyes when they first looked at each other seemed to have been replaced with serenity and insight. She shyly reached to move her silver hair out of her face and peeked up to get a full look at him. In unison, they both softened their faces and offered a reserved smile to each other. They both knew what the other was thinking and grateful no words were needed to communicate. Aemond seized the moment of understanding between them and grabbed one hand from her lap. Her grasp on him gentle enough for comfort and his firm enough for her to recognize what he meant.

For the first time, he looked away from her and scanned the sea behind her. Rhaena stood to join him and they looked together in a comfortable silence, searching for the big dragon Vhagar.

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murdocksdaughter · 1 year

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okay fic concept but what if jace and the reader have a fight because jace accuse the reader with cheating on him cregan and in retaliation the reader accuses him of cheating on her with sara snow. neither are cheating but both are so emotionally compromised they can't think straight. i have some hcs to start, they are under the cut if you wanna read

-starts with jace accusing y/n of cheating with cregan???

-lame excuse but he’s emotionally unstable?? idk this first draft

-anyways back to y/n

-she’s shocked, jaw dropped, eyes widen

-bitch the fuck you say??

-“excuse me?”

-“have you been seducing Lord Stark to secure his allegiance?”

-BITCH HUH??

-men’s audacity honestly

-“No, what are you even talking about?”

-“You’ve been awfully close with him since we’ve arrived”

-jacaerys??? is he on crack??

-“Awfully close?? I’ve been trying to secure an allegiance from the starks through negotiations for your mother’s army!”

-tell him mamas you go girlboss

-“It’s undignified for you to speak to him alone, what would others think of you?”

-“Undignified to speak to him alone?? And what of Sara Snow?”

-“And what of her?”

-“You spend all day galavanting around winterfell with the woman while I negotiation terms with Lord Stark”

-“Are you suggesting I slept with her?”

-“With the way you chase after her like a pup to his mother, why wouldn't I think of anything else?”

-“That's absurd!”

“Absurd?! What’s absurd is you accusing me of seducing Lord Stark while you toy with some bastard!”

-“You should watch your tongue!”

-“And you should watch your actions. With how fragile your legitimacy is I’d believe you wouldn’t want the responsibility of a bastard.”

kinda a mess but if anyones interested i'll try and make a full fic <3 -hope

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys #jacaerys velaryon imagines #jacaerys velaryon oneshots #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd imagine #hotd one shot #fanfic #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader

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jisooscore · 19 days

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hello, this is for my next (and first) fanfic that i will upload on my wattpad, but im still unsure about the main love interest...

#house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #jacaerys velaryon #cregan stark #pls help #house targaryen #jacaerys targaryen #oneshot #game of thrones #hotd one shot #house stark

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icarusignite · 1 year

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An Eye for an Eye (part 4)

parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7/ Future parts: MASTERLIST

A/N: Pretty angsty again. I promise we will get more angry badass Daenys soon, Right now she’s just grieving and going slightly insane.

Warnings: mentions of self harm, blood and scars.

Word Count: 1555

It had been four days since Aemond had last seen Daenys. Four days since the letter and their last great argument. He had to admit to himself that he had been terribly insensitive. He told his wife that none of the other ladies in court wanted to marry him because of his eye. His very own wife. The woman who had chosen to marry him, the woman who had always chosen him. How would that have made her feel? Aemond was waiting for a chance to see her again, to apologize for being so awful, but he never saw her. She refused to step out of her room and didn't even let any of her ladies-in-waiting inside. Every night Aemond opened her door a crack to check in on her. He watched her twist and turn fitfully in her sleep and sometimes cry. He could not bring himself to approach her though, he knew his presence would only make it worse. Tonight was like no other, but as he made his way over to her room he heard a commotion. There seemed to be hysterical screaming coming from inside and Aemond rushed in.

"What is going on here, it is late, people are trying to rest!" he exclaimed.

"My prince, the princess has gone insane. She has lost all reason," wailed one of her handmaidens, Lyra.

It was then that Aemond noticed the three girls who were trying to wrestle Daenys away from the open window. It was their screams that caused the ruckus he had heard earlier, as they begged Daenys to step back. Daenys on the other hand surged her way forward, as though trying to leap from the window. Aemond's pulse skipped. What was wrong with her? He told the maids to step away and they all fearfully took a step back. As if seeing her chance, Daenys's arms hooked around the window sill and just as she was about to launch herself out, she was pulled back. Aemond wrapped an arm securely around her waist and hauled her, pressing her against his chest as she thrashed in his arms. Her hands reached up to claw at herself and Aemond struggled to wrench her fingers away from her own throat.

"What is wrong with her?" Armond pressed his hand against her face and immediately pulled away as if burned. "And why is she so warm? She is burning up!"

"We do not know what to do. She hasn't let anyone see her in 4 days and she refuses to eat or drink anything. The queen sent us to check up on her tonight and we found her like that," tears streamed down the tears of one of the younger handmaidens.

Aemond finally turned towards his wife and was promptly horrified. She was no longer squirming but now she slumped lifeless as her eyes stared straight ahead. Her arms though, her arms held the true horror. They were lined with deep bleeding welts as if she had tried to claw her own skin off. Even her throat bore the same fingernail scratches. And then there were the deeper cuts that Aemond imagined could only have been made by a weapon of some sort. She was muttering something quietly and Aemond brought his head closer to hear better.

"Silverwing. I called Silverwing. She's going to take me home. I wanna go home."

"The princess is delirious from her fever. She has been calling out for her dragon repeatedly," Lyra's eyes were downcasted as she added, "I know it isn't my place but perhaps it would do her well to go home for a little while."

Aemond's patience was running thin.

"Yes, you are right. It isn't your place. Bring me something to clean her up with and leave. All of you," he snapped.

As the girls hurried out of the room, Aemond gently lifted Daenys into his arms and settled her on the bed. He got to work cleaning her wounds, wincing every time he found a new bruise or injury. Daenys herself remained listless, staring straight ahead with clouded eyes. Lyra was right, she must have been barely conscious, with her fever running so high. She'd never allow him near her if she were not. There were an endless number of bruises to wrap up and when he was done with her arms, he moved to her throat, but the moment he did so, she grabbed his hand. He went still, not wanting to scare her, but when he looked into her eyes, they were unfocused. She didn't even seem to recognize him.

"Aemond..." she whispered softly.

So perhaps she did recognize him. Then maybe she had forgotten who exactly he was then. Forgotten what he had done.

"Aemond I want to go home. Please let me go home. Let Silverwing come to me. Please," she pleaded, her voice hoarse from all the screaming earlier and the gashes on her throat.

"Shhh my love, do not speak, let me take care of you," Aemond pressed a kiss to her forehead before carefully bandaging her neck.

He chose to ignore her pleas of returning to Dragonstone. She would not be allowed to leave. He knew that. And even if he were to let her go, he did not know if she'd ever come back, and a selfish part of him wanted to keep her with him forever. He wondered if he'd truly never be able to let her go, even when staying meant killing her. It was clearly killing her now. She didn't eat, she barely slept, and she had started to hurt herself in her grief. Aemond did not know how long she would last like this, but he knew Otto and his mother would never let her go. Aemond knew he had started a war with the death of Lucerys, but he wondered how much wrath he'd incur from Rhaenyra if he cost her Daenys as well, her firstborn, her only daughter. He'd take care of her, he vowed. He would not let her hurt herself anymore; she could not die. He would not allow it.

Daenys stirred in his arms, a timid whimper escaping her lips as he shushed her again. Instead, it only made her start crying, burying her face in his chest. Aemond wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair. It reminded him of better times, when she would seek comfort in him, when he was not the source of her pain. Aemond didn't know how long he sat there, cradling her in his lap, wanting to savour each moment because he knew once her fever cleared, she would go back to hating him.

"Aemond."

"Yes, my love?"

"I really need to go home."

"Daenys..." he warned lightly.

"No," she insisted, "it is important. It will be Luke's name day soon. I must go home. What with the boys' engagements as well, there will be so much to do."

She paused for a minute and frowned. Aemond waited for her to remember, for the crying to start again but her brows only wrinkled further as she started babbling about how she did not know what present to get him and how she would help her mother prepare for her brothers' weddings. He truly worried for her now, she had driven herself to the brink of insanity. Whether it was truly the illness talking or she had somehow deluded herself into thinking all was well, he did not know. Eventually, she stopped her mumbling and simply looked at him, something akin to wonder in her eyes.

"You're going to leave aren't you?"

"Leave? Why would I go?" Aemond responded hesitantly.

"You love your brother and I love my mother. I have heard what the people say, so one day you will have to leave. It makes me sad. Sometimes I start to miss you before you are even gone."

Aemond brought her face a hairsbreadth from his.

"I won't leave. I promise I will never leave," he declared fiercely.

"And be nicer to my brothers. They are only children. They will come to adore you like I do, if you only try a little," she smiled as though she was in a dream. Aemond couldn't tell, maybe she really was.

"Yes I will try," he looked away from her guiltily but fed into her delusion all the same.

Daenys brought her hands to cup his face before slowly, she took off his eyepatch. Aemond sucked in a sharp breath as she pulled impossibly closer. When she placed a feathered kiss on the scarred skin under his sapphire eye, his entire world collapsed in on itself, the only feeling that of her lips on his skin. The blue stone in his eye twinkled in the dim firelight as tears welled in his uninjured eye. He wished this was real. With everything in his entire being, he wished this was real. He wished he had never gone to negotiate with Lord Borros Baratheon. Whether he would lose her to the war he had inevitably begun or to herself and the madness he saw in her eyes, he would lose her all the same. He hugged her close and sobbed into her hair, mourning her loss even as he held her still breathing form in his arms. Even as she stroked his head and murmured loving nonsense in his ear when he fell apart in her arms.

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