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Martell!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: "Perhaps I will be the first to to prompt such obedience from you... To make you bow. To bend you... To break you..."

The reader rides a giant snake bc why not.

Your ethnicity is not specified.

Also apologies in advance as I stray heavily from accurate information. I mainly used Dorne and the Martells as a place holder so this is my own narrative. For the sake of this story Dorne is it's own independent land. Viserys isn't dying in this fic because he needs to catch a break so all is right except for the classic disfunction Targaryen family. I might make this a series but right now it's a oneshot.

Word Count: 6k

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The air laid heavy today as the undying heat of the desert dunes takes it's toll on you. Tearing your eyes away from the sea horizon your gaze wanders to the Sunspear port, small and far away but still so clearly visible to your bedroom tower. With uneasiness, your focal point lands on a large black ship bearing the Targaryen house symbol. Bold and imposing painted proudly on the black sails. You wonder if they were already in the castle, not knowing how late of the hour the ship got here, just that when you awoken it was miraculously there. As a Warrior Princess you pride yourself in never letting your nerves get to you but as of this moment you were a mess of anxiety, succumbing to all the ill thoughts and worries that sparked restlessness within you.

It felt stupid to be so choked up about such a frivolous thing, you always knew this day was going to come and that it was expected of you. But to have it be under such unexpected terms was gut wrenching. All your life you knew that you would never marry for love and you were alright with that, but you had at least hoped it was to somebody you were familiar with. And by familiar you did not mean this. The Targaryens were your rival house, or so it had been.

In attempts to amend old wounds your father had promised your hand to the second born prince of King Viserys Targaryen. A union that neither you or Aemond had expected, as it seemed rather out of place. Dorne is the least populated of the Seven Kingdoms and your people differ both culturally and physically from all of Westeros. So a marriage proposal from the well esteemed house Targaryen to the Martells appeared to be a myth of the First Men.

Although you weren't one to engage in pessimistic thoughts, arguably it made more sense for you to be married off to an Allyrion or Blackmont. Established noble houses of your region. The Targaryens were barbaric outsiders with tendencies to take whatever they want by bloodshed, they pave their own way with fire without regards for others. Luckily it isn't in your nature to bend and be trampled on so easily. It was known to all that your bloodlines were never meant to cross fates. The tale of how the silver haired angel fell from her grace off her dying dragons back, was a victory Dorne relished greatly in. It was a momentous triumph for history that proved the power of your people and the Martells. Aegon conquered all of Westeros but Dorne.

Some would say that there is no greater threat to the Targaryens than your bloodline. And you agreed, they had their dragons and you had your sand snakes, one venomous bite is enough to kill seven full grown dragons. Admittedly, it was a smart political move, although unforseen. A union with such bravado would surely strengthen both houses, and serve as a great threat to those who dare challenged the crown. You did feel a sense of pride not only in your house but in yourself as well, as the good of the realm rested on you.

But truthfully you were hesitant and weary, praying to the gods all goes well. As great as this union was, it also served to be quite dangerous, and can potentially be one of the most foolish mistakes all of Westeros had ever seen. If you aren't able to get along well enough, or even tolerate Aemond then goodwill will be lost and all of the realm will be set on fire. You would never purposely encourage war, but you had your own ways of living. And you understood greatly that you were far more fortunate than many women in Kingslanding. That being said, you intend to fight for your honor and dignity by all means necessary. Regardless if whether or not your husband turned out to be quite a piece of work.

You understood the true reason for your marriage, despite it being poorly concealed behind optimistic words from King Viserys. You would make it a point to yourself to do your best to serve your duty. But above all that must come your freedom and rights. Those are values you cannot afford to sacrifice. Although you doubt that the King would be malicious enough to pour honey into your fathers ears, only to set you up to be treated badly. A part of you wondered if there was any veracity to his words.

In his letter he emphasized the silent disdain your families both had for eachother, and he that wanted to put an end to things. If that is his true intentions or not was unclear, but you are not so easily trusting. You had never witnessed this so called fued between your families for yourself, having never left Dorne before. But you've heard stories of how defiant your uncles have been in court. Purposely refusing to bend the knee to the crown in their own kingdom, which of course prompted a rightful murder in your opinion. It was disrespectful and improper so therefore justified, and you were never fond of your uncles. However, this of course gave your father grounds to loathe the Targaryens. But he was much more cordial than his brothers, as he was a forgiving man.

To say that you were anxious for your husband-to-be's arrival was an understatement. You knew that your cultures varied so vastly, so what if he deemed what you were wearing improper? It was quite scandalous by the Crownlands standards but they were in your kingdom now. And truthfully it would be highly improper and frowned upon for them to chastise you in anyway. Not that you cared if they did, you had your own way of dressing and by your standards this was your idea of dressing for the occasion. You had decided to wear white instead of your house colors, it was a sign that you welcome them and were ready to accept their customs. Funnily enough, white was the color of purity and you represent anything but. Your dress was a simple one in your eyes. Soft and long in material adorned with a cape. Floral embroidery decorated the bodice of the dress, and around your waist tied a svelte sylphlike rope, casting a certain refinery to your aura. The neckline plunged low and the gown displayed two meticulous slits down the front, showcasing your thighs.

While yes it did seem rather unseemly to the unfamiliar eyes, you were not going to sacrifice your comfort and culture for the sake of decency. There was a reason to be in so little layers, the sun and heat of sahara was unkind. Sighing in content your eyes wanders over to your bed, landing on a sheathed dagger. You had put it out earlier and was originally planning on bearing it but decided not to with the advice of your mother. Scoffing at her words that rang so vividly in your ears you picked up the weapon. It was light and delicate, well as delicate as blades can get. The knife shined a pure sterling silver, unlike any other color you've seen before, well complementing your dress. It was curved in shape, mimicking a claw of sorts and the hilt was marbled with the texture of pearls. Beautiful, it was a fitting weapon for a princess of your stature. Disregarding your mothers words, you fastened the dagger around your waist, thus completing your outfit. If they dared say anything about your obscenity you would cut their tongue out of their mouth.

"Princess? They are ready for you." A member of your fathers small council alerted. Breaking you from your trance, his voice muffled slightly by your bedroom door.

The walk to the throne room was agonizing, though you held a strong and cold demeanor to the passing eye, inside you were dying. With sweaty palms you fear your head was going to explode by the amount of worries that whirlwind within it. You know little of the man you are said to marry, only hushed whispers that had managed to travel past the narrow sea. Being aware that he was a warrior, much like you, though he has little to no experience in the battlefield. You also knew that he rides the largest dragon in all of Westeros and unfortunately because of it he only has one eye. You were rather impartial on that fact, whilst yes your father did stress on you that the match wasn't ideal because of it, truthfully you did not care. After all, what's a missing eye to someone who has disfigured and tormented so many. You've had your fair shares of experience, as much as your father would allow you, but at this point you have seen it all. Honestly you were just glad to receive a match that's the same age as you. And although your views on Aemond could differ based off your judge of his character, as of right now you have yet to meet him. So it would be unjust to already discriminate against him, time would only tell if he warrants such behavior and you had plenty of patience.

Aemond however does not. His family arrived at Sunspear late in the hours of the night and were met by the King and Queen only. They were then prompted to their own rooms to get some much needed rest. All throughout the morning he has yet to see a sight of you and it was well beyond noon at this point. Now Aemond doesn't consider himself an impatient person, but when it came to meeting his soon-to-be wife he was in a particularly rushing mood. Not that he let his excitement showed, truthfully he didn't know why he was eager to meet you. Perhaps because he had long been awaiting this day since before he lost an eye. The good old days, when his childhood youth was once filled with the anticipation of receiving his own dragon and his own wife. Of course as time came the matter began to feel so subsequential, but back then that was all he ever truly cared about. Maybe in his young mind, having both a dragon and a wife meant that he was as equally masculine and worthy of the Targaryen name as his brother and nephews.

Though it was never that simple, no matter how much he tried to prove himself to his brother, he was always the lesser than. Getting picked on and berated for letting a bastard sully him. Being tormented with the idea that his wife would see him as hideous, or worst fear him. Aemond was a strong man, but he was also human and it is human for him to be insecure. What if you didn't like him? Yes he viewed this marriage as not ideal but what if you harbored animosity? Snapping out of his thoughts by his dear sister elbowing him, he turned to Helaena to wonder what prompted her discordant. It wasn't like her to be so... aware of the real world, as nicely as Aemond would put it. She nervously diverted her eyes, nodding towards towards the door and it was that moment that Aemond realized.

By the gods you were beautiful...

Ascending from the stairs was a young women unlike any he had ever seen before. And as you near Aemond found himself nervously clenching his fists. Despite showing such anxious stature, he beared no expression, contrary to his true feelings. For a moment his breathe quickened as you bow before his mother and father, gaze trailing over your exposed thighs. Scolding himself silently, he tears his eye away from your body. It was perverted for him to blatantly stare, especially since this was your normal. You probably didn't know sexual you appeared to look right now. Not that he complained.... Stop... That was how your people dressed, it would be improper to think so vile about their princess. Inhaling sharply, he keeps a steady feature as he listened to his mother greet you. Taking your hand in hers, she began to drag you over to where he and his siblings stood.

"This is prince Aegon." His mother introduced. Watching the way his brother blatantly ogled at your body, an unfamiliar feeling began to brew in his chest. He didn't like that his brother was looking at her like that, especially since she was to be his wife.

"Princess Helaena." Alicent nodded to her daughter, observing the way you smiled gently at her in acknowledgment.

"Please to meet you princess." Helaena bowed, her words timid but you returned the greeting.

"And this is prince Aemond... your betrothed."

Aemond watched your reaction carefully, taking in the way that you smiled and bowed to him. You appeared nice enough, though he didn't know what he expected. Perhaps for you to scowl and throw a fit? With this close of a distance he was able to get a good view of your face and indeed you were beautiful. But it all meant nothing if you were going to reject him. Testing the waters, Aemond takes your hand in his, curtly leaning in close as he brings your digits to his lips. Keeping a locked gaze at your expression as he places a chaste kiss on the area above your knuckles. You felt soft...

"Pleased to meet you, my princess." He spoke lowly, registering the way that you smirked in satisfaction, no alternative emotions in sight.

"The pleasure is all mine, your grace." Aemond looked at you with such scrutiny as you spoke. Trying to find hints of disgust or animosity through your porcelain mask yet as he took in every detail of your face he found no trace of abhorrence.

But behind your doe eyes there was something there, something he could not quite place. It was unfamiliar in every sense and he didn't know how to decipher it. You were giving him a knowing look as if you two both shared a sacred secret with one another. And although Aemond did not know what prompted this emotion, he desperately wanted to know more.

Much of the evening was filled with merriment and mirth as the hatred that once squandered friendships faded away. Your father and the king talked of many things alike and began to realize that in truth it was time to mend things. The tension between your families was long in the past although unavoidable between you and Aemond. He couldn't understand why he was so drawn to you but everywhere you went he followed. Watching silently like a predator stalking it's prey as you conversed with his sister. He didn't mean to be so stand offish. Truthfully he wanted to have a little privacy away from his family to get to know you more. There was very little room for you both to talk without intrusion. Whilst yes, the thought of being unsupervised with you may be a little unbecoming, he liked it that way. Perhaps only then, when he corners you, will he get to uncover the reasoning for your unbidden stares.

There was something rather vulgar beneath those siren eyes as you looked at him with sharp conviction. The way your vision would haze and cloud with interest, lips curling in a sly smirk displaying ardor. You were teasing him...

Throughout the evening you both danced around one another till eventually it turned into a game of cat and mouse. You moved with such precision and allure that Aemond found himself awestruck and wanting more. It was exciting to him. He admired how you carried yourself with such elegance and high importance, seeming almost unearthly. They say Targaryens are closer to gods than man, but your very existence challenged that claim. You had vanity, that was plain to see. Your moves are convoluted and don't go unnoticed by him, carefully articulating around the labyrinth of walls he built up. You were the embodiment of serpentine and he didn't know what scared him most. The fact that he is so ready to welcome you with open arms, or the fact that you were aware of your power over him.

Aemond, in principle, is not used to the physical manifestation of feelings. And yet here he was now, standing in the middle of a fucking desert, longing for affection. Or perhaps he only enjoyed the thought because it involved you touching him. There was something so genuine about you, something so raw and potent with rapport. He saw it while you were speaking with his sister, you treated her like anyone else and that was rare to see. You had an affinity for empathy and a way with words like no other, you knew just what to say to his family. That was impressive in it's own right.

It became glaringly obvious now to Aemond that the you had a gifted touch, you were able to make anyone feel like the rarest gem in the world. Yet in truth no diamond is brighter than it's maker. To Aemond you were a paragon of the finest jewels. The sapphire of his eye. He knew it was unhealthy for him to get so attached to you so quickly but how could he not. All his youth he had been waiting for this. Having grown up alone, watching everyone get the things he wanted and now here you were. You were his, he's never had anything that was completely fully his...

"Forgive me I didn't know anyone would be in here..." Aemond spoke lowly, breaking you from your trance as you tore your eyes away from your book.

"This is my private study, my prince... You are free to join me if you wish." The hour was late and nearly all of the castle has gone to bed already. All but you and Aemond... Welcoming him to sit with you over the fireplace as you set your literature aside. This would be interesting...

You both didn't speak for a moment as you feel his presence quickly approaching. Straightening your nightwear as you feel him sit across from you on the untaken armchair. You lift your graze to finally meet his stare in an act of bravery, breath halting for a moment... He made you nervous in every sense imaginable as he held your gaze in confidence.

Aemond Targaryen was gorgeous in such a violent way. You only began to observe it now. There was something so fierce and daunting about his face. Porcelain yet warrior-like, rivaling the beauty of Old Valyria. The prince had a certain vainglory to him. Silent but raw, untamed, and unchallenged. He was unlike any man, the son of war worthy of the iron throne. Strong nose that contrasted his expression well. Dainty lips that utter soft spoken words like whisps.

In secret you wanted them to articulate sweet nothings in your ear...

You did not know where these overwhelming feelings channeled from. But as his hold bore into you, it evoked a touch of insecurity. You felt like he was looking at your very core, past skin and bones and at your morals. Never in your life had you ever gazed at such man. His features preforming one great symphony. A constellation of trauma and abuse in the form of a scar kissed his skin, creating a myriad of Venus. It became painfully evident now that he brought something out in you. Gods be good...

He stared at her with a soft gaze, admiring the way the lit fire illuminated her skin. Openly, he thought you beautiful, although majority of the men here can also say the same thing. Yet as he looked at you more Aemond found himself really seeing you. That enchanting aura faltering just a little bit. You looked vulnerable right here, right now in this exact moment. You looked human. And he thought it was beautiful. The more he sat there the more content he got with this union, you were a fine match. Perhaps it was alright to be vulnerable....

Aemond doesn't say anything for a few more moments, simply gazing at the you as he licks his lips. While you could see yourself in his eye, you wondered what he was truly seeing to look at you like that. Like you were carved from the finest of diamonds and bathed in gold, like if you were to touch him he'd crumble– a careful mix of admiration and fear. Time starts to still and the atmosphere around you began to form tension. Suddenly the fireplace mutes, fading into nothing but hushed crackle as the two find themselves at a standstill. It was just you and him in your sacred little world... No one else... All turns irrelevant as you become intoxicated with eachothers presence.

"Tell me about yourself princess." He spoke, breaking the silence that overtook the room. Pausing for a brief moment to let his gaze wander from your face. Well..... this was improper indeed... The clothes you wore were foreign to him but he gathered it was your nightwear. Temperatures here hot here, it made sense for you to wear very little at night, not that he complained. It was captivating... the garment didn't look like a dress, but rather a two piece that was interwoven together with three long panels covering your modesty. The color was rather fitting on you, a darker grey than the dress you wore earlier almost appearing silver. Sitting with your thighs exposed in a leaned back and slack manner, Aemonds focus leaves your skin and meets your face once more. Breath hitching as your smirk widens. You had caught him looking...

"Forgive me for being so crass, but I'm not one to soften words. My people are very blunt individuals and I dislike small talk so allow me to have some clarity." Your words were honey to his ears, he wasn't entirely fond of small talk either, but your inquiry made him nervous.

"Please, never bite back your tongue when you are with me, what do you wish to know?" Aemond spoke after some time, leaning back to cross his leg over the other.

"What are your views are on our marriage and if you intend to honor our union."

"I'm not following..." Confused he urged on.

"Do you.... intend to stray from our marriage..." His eye widens at that, shocked that you would ask him such question. But it was only fair...

"I know that is straight forward and unseemly but please allow me the peace of knowing now, as it less complicates things later on..." Ah' he said within the confinements of his brain, finally understanding the meaning of your words. Aemond looked down in deep thought, trying to find the right words to say to you. He was a territorial man, possessive in every way so this question striked a certain nerve in him. He wondered why you would even ask that, unless you already had a lover.... He didn't like that thought. That could not be.

"I would never purposely hurt our dignity like that. Truthfully I find it foolish. I am a man that values duty above all, and tis my duty to be your husband and unite our kingdoms. I have seen what infidelity has done to my family, the strain it puts on my mother... I never want to be the cause of her pain by fathering bastard children. So perhaps it is best we stay true to one another." Satisfied with his response, you let out a faint 'hm' before turning away.

"So I've heard... Thank you for enlightening me." You spoke as you stared in great thought at the fire, though he can see a faint smile on your lips.

"Has word of my bastard nephews been so vastly spread that it reached the shores of Sunspear?" He pressed on, now an accompanying smile spreads on his lips, mirroring his companions expression. You laughed at that, a sound Aemond declared he liked.

"People talk, prince Aemond, naturally word would get around." You spoke teasingly, stopping for minute just to admire one another. Calmness falling over you both, as you sat still unbidden just gazing into eachothers rarity.

"Hmm... Tell me, do you intend to honor our union?" Aemond spoke, his voice sounded rougher than before, and you think he may have even rolled his eye. Smirking to yourself as you began to understand that he was a possessive man.

"Of course. I believe in fair playing fields, and getting even. So if you do not provoke me then I will not act out and provoke you. If you are loyal then I will be loyal." In a quick motion he was up his chair and standing directly in between your thighs. You peered up at him through your lashes, the smirk pulling at your lips growing by the second.

His heart sits heavily between the two of you, weeping for your touch, yearning with such want, such need. He swears when your eyes echoes his wants, tempting him to indulge you through curled lashes. The man condemns himself for feeling so reckless, so needy, he had never felt this way before... Felt so much desire towards another individual. He knew this was bad, a distraction but if you were a sin, he'd happily walk into the gates of hell. And at that he surged forward. Breathing a shaky sigh as his hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing tightly.

You whimper at the pressure, your small hands flying to hold his arm but it was no use. He laughed lightly, pushing your head back onto the armchair, almost taunting you. Your back arches lightly, trying to push yourself up against him, whining when you couldn't. He leans down over you, his face so close as he lifts his knee onto the chair. Placing it directly in between your thighs, almost touching your heat.

Oh how badly he wanted this...

"Is that a threat my princess?" Aemond says directly in your right ear, his thumb leaving your neck to roughly graze your lower lip. You don't meet his eyes, choosing to look at somewhere else. You fear if you looked at him you'd lose the remaining composure you had left. He didn't like that, roughly turning your head to meet his face.

"No. I'm merely stating that I refuse to be subjected. Tis' not in my nature to bend the knee. Especially not to Targaryens. I understand that it is our duty to get along but who knows how this marriage ends up playing out. The Martells have stood unbowed, unbent and unbroken for centuries. You may burn me, but you will never make me kneel." You say through a heavy chest, trying desperately to get the words out even though you sounded much needier than intended.

It’s was hot, almost unbearable, and you wondered if whether or not it was the scorching heat of the sun, or just your own body feeling all flushed. Deciding it was the latter since the introductory was highly unlikely. You waited for him to speak, looking sharply at his lips. His eyelids flutter. Never in a million years would he have expected to be driven to the brink of insanity by the mere thought of someone’s lips. Nevertheless, you came along to put all of his bravado to shame. He felt like a young boy again, experiencing all of his firsts once more but this time, it was not with a lowly prostitute under Aegon's urge. No, he was entirely in control and the feelings were infinitely better, you were a goddess. Temptation lulled together with passion and possessiveness. Emotions being cradled by divinity in it's arms, it was all so intense. He wanted more of it...

"Perhaps I will be the first to to prompt such obedience from you, princess..." Aemond whispered, placing his forehead over your own as his finger tips trailed over the exposed skin of your waist. You shiver lightly and he laughs, closing your eyes as his hands get lower and lower...

"To make you bow in submission." He draws smooth circles on your hips. You felt warm, it was all too much but you didn't want him to stop. You liked the way he was speaking so close to you, liked the way he touched all over your body.

"To bend you..." Your eyes open lightly as you began to feel him lift your right thigh up onto the armchair. Looking at him as he says the words so slowly, watching as he positioned your body.

"To break you." He does the same to your left thigh, and it was at this point on you began to realize that he had spread your legs wide open. Fuck... The situation now dawning on you. This wasn't right... not until you were both married...

"You forget yourself, Aemond." You remind him, eyes locked on the visible bulge on his pants.

"Perhaps I do, there is a fire in you and it amuses me." Channelling the words deep in his throat as he grabs ahold of your jaw, forcing you to look up at him and away from his desire.

"Would you like to keep being amused?" Smirking lightly, a playful veil over takes your features.

"It's too soon my sweet." Aemond nods. If it were any other day he would have taken you, right here, right now. But it was far too soon, you had just met today and his mother would have his head if he bruised you this early on. He was not a gentle man, the world would know if he fucked you.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Aemond scoffs at that, watching you turn away. He straightens up, but still keeps his leg in between your spread thighs.

"Oh do you not? Then please tell me, how do you plan on amusing me?" Lightly guiding your chin with his fingers to look at him once more.

"With my lips of course."

"We can't touch eachother but there's no saying we can't share a loving kiss, or perhaps a kiss more than loving..." You smile lightly and he mirrors your expression.

"Now that I can condone." And at that he leans forward to cup your face and takes your lips in his. Holding his wrists once more, you smile into the kiss. Maybe this union wouldn't be all that bad... You're getting quite content with being by Aemonds side.

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Authors Note:

I want to make this a little mini series perhaps, like you and Aemond's wedding and consummation, your children being born, you meeting Vhagar and him meeting your giant snake etc. Let me know what you guys think. I also did not edit this beforehand lmao. I'm not overly proud of this story but it's a good way to revive my Tumblr and branch out from the MCU. I'm taking requests in my inbox!

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it's yours.

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jacaerys (jace) velaryon x twin sister!reader

word count: 2.2k

rating: PG-13 (with hints of suggestiveness of you squint)

summary: jace returns from a voyage amassing wealth and knowledge like nothing before, yet after a year, it's only you he craves.

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Your twin Jacaerys had always grown up beside you, raised by the hip by your mother Princess Rhaenyra and your father, who wasn’t exactly your father really Lord Laenor Velaryon, who stepped up to be the father that was there for every milestone for you and your siblings.

You have her Valyrian features, of silver hair and lavender eyes. Many ask for you hand, sing songs of my beauty, paint my likeness, but you refuse at the moment. You will not settle down or marry until I have decided and been courted properly. You know you offer much more than your beauty.

Jacaerys was away for a voyage with your grandsire Lord Corlys and Lucerys. He had returned much more learned, confident and more of a man than the boy he was the day he left, having grown taller and more muscular. Meanwhile, you have grown more womanly, shapely and beautiful. He holds a Valyrian steel necklace with amethysts in his hand, the steel shimmering in the sunlight.

“ Jace, you've returned!”

You run towards him, not caring how unlady like it seems when you pull up your skirts to not trip on your feet, and to get to him as soon as you can. He wraps his arms around you, more toned and buff than he was when he returned, slightly tanned from his time on voyage and a musky scent of sea salt lingered from him.

Jacaerys was back in your arms, alive and well in one piece and he was right here in the flesh. He pulls away from you, the smile on his face still there, as he takes in that he is back to you, and how you have changed in his absence.

He steps back in awe as he admires you, unbelieving how much you had transformed over the years.

“Oh, how you have grown sister.”

“So have you, Jace.” You smile sweetly, tension hanging in the air.

Digging into his pockets, he unveils a velvet case and opens it up to you, revealing a Valyrian steel necklace similar to your mother’s own, but studded with amethysts.

"It's yours, sister."

You gasp in shock, hands shaking as your eyes flicker between his tanned form and the pendant in his hands.

“You did not! I will not accept this.” Your smile can’t fall off your face as you cross your arms and turn away from him but he insists, holding the case over his shoulder.

“I insist, sister. For me, please?” He pleads with his signature hazel puppy eyes that he knows you can’t refuse and you sigh and shake your head as you surrender.

Jace grins in victory when you accept, taking your other hand in his and brushing his thumb against your knuckles.

“Turn around. Let me put it on you. I want to see my girl wearing my gift for her.”

Facing your back against him, you hear his footsteps creak against the wood of the dock as he comes closer to you, chest pressed against you, feeling every crevice of his muscle against your own.

As his warm breath tickles the crook where your shoulder meets your neck, you feel a shiver down your spine and your mouth is nearly agape by the time he locks the necklace before you put your hair down.

Turning you over by the waist, he admires his creation with a satisfied smirk and a hand on his chin.

“Beautiful. My, how you have blossomed into a great beauty sister. Even more than I have imagined in my wildest dreams.”

A blush formed on your cheeks as you shyly looked down,yet he caressed your face, prompting you to look him in the eye as he looked down on you, the height difference between you two more apparent than ever before.

“Don’t hide your beauty, my love. You have blossomed into a great beauty. I am sure every lord is lucky to be your suitor, clamoring for your hand.”

Gathering yourself, you smile and nod, grasping onto his forearm and feeling the breeze against your warm skin.

“Yes, many have tried and still persist. Yet none has caught my eye.”

“Truly? None?” He teases with a raised eyebrow as you both chuckle and you beckon him to join your family inside.

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Jacaerys is welcomed back by the realm with open arms, heralded with weeks long celebrations and festivities. As he has his moment in the sun, you watch from the sidelines, observing quietly with a sense of pride and a drink in your hand as the kingdoms unanimously cheer and celebrate their future king.

Observing the sunset glowing into warm orange and pink and purple hues, as you stood by the balcony admiring the scenery, you did not expect him to appear by your side wordlessly, with a curious expression on his face.

“Been ignoring me, sister? How you have been wounded by pride, where I have been away so long and now you wish to be apart from me again?” He jests lightheartedly, posture relaxed as he rests his hips on the balcony next you.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his playful nature, an ease to himself that was not naturally found before his voyage, when he left as a scared, pensive and overthinking boy, and returned a confident, self assured, cultured and intelligent young man.

“I am not ignoring you at all. On the contrary, I wanted to give you your space for time in glory, so that the night would be all about you. The realm awaited your return and now they have their prince.” You defended yourself with a smile, sipping on your goblet.

He quirked an eyebrow amusedly. “And did you await your prince?”

Rolling your eyes, you put your drink down on the balcony and face him, standing right in front of him. His eyes followed your every move with piqued interest, an entertained smirk on his face as his hands tugged on the necklace on your neck possessively, the cold steel stinging deliciously onto your skin like a mark all over you.

“Of course I did. I wrote back to you every single time your letters arrived to me. Even when I wouldn’t get anything from you, I would hope for any word from grandsire or Luke, any message from you or any signs that you were alive.” You spoke defensively, as if offended by the accusation that you were indifferent towards him throughout all his eyes threading the dangerous seas.

“You did. How lovely to hear my sister cared so much for me. I saved every letter you sent.”

“Every letter?”

He nodded proudly, looking out briefly into the night skies before returning to seeing only you. “Every single one. I too was dismayed when I would not get a letter from you or missed a day from our messengers.”

“I thought you could have died while you were away, Jace! Or even…I thought you would have found the company of someone else and forgotten all about me back in Westeros.”

Jacaerys sneered in glee, resting his palms on your shoulders, feeling your bare skin on his rough, calloused palms and pushing you closer to his warmth. “Was my sister jealous of my travels?”

You scoffed and glared, avoiding his intense stare. “I am not! I was merely concerned for you and our family members’ well being. On behalf of the kingdom at large, I was concerned with making sure you, Luke and Grandpa Corlys came back home safe!”

He laughed in barely hidden amusement at your flustered expression. “You are adorable, aren’t you? Are you sure you were not wondering whether I was with another in more intimate situations? I was in exotic lands, so it must have-”

An ugly, all-consuming tugged at the pit of your stomach as he described the picture, rearing its ugly head as you wished to drown out any visions of him physically entangled with another.

You feigned indifference, raising your chin proudly and crossing your arms wanting to appear indifferent. “Like I cared. You’re a man now anyway. Targaryen men have never learned to keep it in their pants. The fire in your blood hungers and craves for satisfaction and desire.”

Jace only laughed at your attempt, patting your head affectionately as if he was petting a dog.

“Oh, sister. I see right through you. You care for me, so much that you’d worry about me with someone else. Worry not, many women may have offered their services and company, but I only crave one lady’s heart and hand. Yours.” He circles his hands around your waist, staring you in the eye with a sincere, loving expression.

You didn’t want to believe or listen to him - a wall placed around your heart for protection from getting hurt, from the possibility of getting so close and losing him.

“As dutiful and honourable as you are, I wouldn’t be surprised if your guard was down and you indulged yourself in the pretty ladies at your feet.”

He shakes his head, a hand on his heart as he swore. “I mean it with my life and blood. I may have heard and seen things about how the act and romance goes, but I have saved myself for one woman only. The one and only who deserves my heart and favour. That is you, sister.” Cupping your chin, he rubs his thumb against your bottom lip, feeling the pout forming on your mouth.

“You promise?” You ask quietly, a hushed whisper only he can hear amidst the loud echoes from the crowd bustling metres away inside the Keep.

“I promise, with everything that I am and ever will be. There was only one name I thought of as I slept at night, that I prayed for and wrote in my journal alongside my travels. The only one whose letters I awaited on baited breath, who caused me despair when I thought you wanted nothing to do with me when days came without a letter, but relieved when I found out only a storm en route to the voyage may have lost the letter or delayed it by days or weeks.” Jace insists solemnly, all jest gone from his words as he meant every single thing he said.

“I feared some knight or great lord could have swept you off your feet in my absence, that I could have lost you and could do nothing about it, that I would have been too late to make a difference if I tried to return.” His voice grew shaky and weary, pulling you closer to him as if he was afraid you would perish or melt in his arms.

You looked at him with wide, concerned eyes, watching the uncertainty and fear take over him, which was hidden by the assured, suave image he tried to project, but with you, he could not hide for too long. That has not changed.

“I could never. I tried looking for you in every suitor that came my way, but they are not you. They all missed something, they didn’t have your eyes or your smile, they were smart but not as smart as you, caring but not with the same edge you had.” You spoke, releasing a deep breath you did not know you were holding in, resting your palms on his broad chest, as if to soothe and calm him.

To feel him against your own flesh, that he has returned, that he was yours, and yours alone. His scent flooded your senses in the familiarity, how he had changed but stayed the same simultaneously.

“I want your hand. I want you.I want you to be my wife, in the tradition of our house. I have only imagined being king with you as my queen by my side. I want you to be mine, to have your heart and hand. I want to make you the happiest woman alive by my side, as my wife, as my lover, as the mother of my future children. Do you want that too?” He takes your hand into his and looks at you pleadingly, hopeful and anticipating.

You considered his proposal carefully, but there was only one answer for you. One you already knew deep within you.

“Yes. Even if mother and grandsire may have alluded and wanted for this marriage politically and for the realm, I want this for myself. For you. As people, as young lovers, as humans, not future heirs to the throne.” I nod enthusiastically.

Jace erupts in a joy like no other, his smile bright and joy undeniable as he pulls you into a tight embrace, pressing his nose against your neck.

“May I have a kiss to seal our union, my love?”

Tears brimming in your eyes from reprieve, you rest your palm on the back of his neck as you press your lips against his, standing on your tiptoes. It was warm, passionate and longing, as if needing release from so long apart.

He grinned into your kiss, soft lips pressing against yours, tongue swiping at your bottom lip before he pulled away in victory. His broad palms explore your form as if studying every crevice, pleased by the woman you have grown to become and the one he loves more day by day.

“My queen.”

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sheeple · 1 year

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A purple-coloured eye for your purple-eyed son

Part two | Part three

Princess Y/n Velaryon ─ the first child of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Leanor Velaryon and their only true child together ─ is woken up by a ruckus outside her chambers. She sleepily gets up and puts on a robe before opening her chamber doors.

She follows after the many servants and ends up in the Hall of Nine, where chaos is happening.

Her brothers are being tended to by their grandfather, with cuts, blood, and bruises on their faces. Her cousins are with her grandmother, all seeming unharmed.

On the other side of the room is Prince Aemond. His back is turned towards her while he's tended to by a maester and his mother. A grim atmosphere hangs around them.

Her mother comes bursting through the doors followed by her great-uncle. Both look dishevelled. She goes to check on her children and looks around for the princess, who's unharmed and just as clueless as her mother.

Princess Rhaenyra demands what has happened and all the children scream over each other. The King shuts them up and asks his son what has happened.

Bastards. Prince Aemond has called her brothers bastards.

Everybody points their fingers at each other, claiming that they are the culprits.

The Queen screams that she wants justice, that she wants her little brother's eye, as he is the one who maimed her son.

As the eldest, Y/n Velaryon sees it as her duty to protect her brothers. So, she backs away from the circle of onlookers and locates a knife. She takes a deep breath as she holds the dagger's point close to her pupil, before plunging it into her eye and pulling back. Her perfect purple eye sits pitifully pierced on the point of the dagger.

She tries to be as quiet as she can, but a few cries escape her lips. The pain is more immense than she could ever imagine. It pulls attention from the crowd behind her, and somebody gasps in shock.

The Princess turns around, blood mixed with tears streaming down her face.

"There you go, Your Highness, a purple-coloured eye for your purple-eyed son." The girl holds out a bloodied hand in which her eyeball stares directly up at the Queen, pierced right through the pupil. She pushes it into the hand of the Queen, who has a look of horrified shock on her face.

The Princess turns around and walks to the doors to exit the room, but not before turning around. "But remember, Queen Hightower, that if your claims about my brothers are true, remember your children are just the same; half-bloods. What you hold in your hand is what you claim to be pure, Valyrian blood."

The Princess bravely walks out of the room, blood and tears running down her face. But once the doors close behind her, her facade falls.

Everybody in the hall can hear the Princess' screams of pain and agony. All to protect her brother. What she couldn't have known, is that her actions would spurt guilt in many people that night. Festering and boiling over the years. The three princes involved in the fight would manifest a large amount of guilt. But not all would deal the same way with the consequences that came out of the night.

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madame-fear · 1 year

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FLUFF/SMUT PROMPTS & SCENARIOS

hello all !! 💖 so, since requests are open, i had to make 90+ (might edit and make more) prompts and scenarios in case you'd like to use them when requesting c: if you're going to use them when requesting, i'd highly appreciate if you also gave me a small insight on what plot you'd like/had in mind for the request/prompt/scenario.

i believe there are some that might not be fully original because i'm not entirely sure if i imagined them, or read them somewhere and it stuck to my mind and i don't remember where & when i read it; so if you see a non-original prompt/scenario, feel free to tell me so and i'll delete it!

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anyways! on to the prompts and scenarios :

1. “you have no idea how badly i need you.”

2. “jealous? who, me? impossible” *is actually seething with rage & jealousy*

3. catching [character] staring at you, and they immediatly look away blushing when you notice them.

4. “hold your breath, we'll be just fine.”

5. “you're so, so stupid, and so incredibly blind to not see it.” “see what?” “that i'm so in love with you, for gods sake!”

6. “would you fancy to sleep with me tonight, in my bed?” “only if we cuddle.”

7. [character] wakes up breathing heavily from a nightmare, and you soothe them by bringing them to your chest, and whispering sweet things to their ear while your hand caresses their hair.

8. “i saw this and i thought of you.”

9. “what would i do without you?”

10. “shut up and love me.”

11. “i love you so so much, you're my sun and stars, but if you don't reciprocate i understa–” “i love you too” you reply. “well, i hope we can at least be frie– wait, WHAT??? You love me back??? oh my–”

12. “i wish i could gift you the sun, the stars, the moon, and all the planets that exist.”

13. “what are you doing in my room?” “oh, you mean, our room?”

14. tracing [character]'s features while they sleep, and vice versa.

15. “you look lovely today. May i have this dance with you?”

16. “i am head over heels for you, and you deserve to know... i can't hide it anymore. I. Love. You.”

17. intense kissing session while cuddling, and getting caught by someone.

18. “your eyes shine when you smile. I love it.”

19. “gods, your lips are so sweet. Please kiss me again?”

20. goofily smiling in between kisses.

21. goofily smiling in your very first kiss.

22. “are you certain you want to do this? i mean, i don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

23. “and who are you to tell me who i can and can't be with?” “i'm your future husband, and probably, father of your future children.”

24. [character] slightly tilting your chin to make you look up at them when you lower your gaze out of shyness.

25. doing flower crowns for each other.

26. “you look pretty when you blush. Do it more often.”

27. “if only you knew the effect you have on me.”

28. “please, don't ever leave me alone. I could never stand being far away from you, my love.”

29. “i could smooch all your pretty little face right now.”

30. playfully wiping away their kiss, and getting tackled with more kisses by them.

31. “if only you saw yourself the way i see you... such a pretty angel on earth.”

32. “you occupy every single thought in my head, and every single dream.”

33. “i know this sounds strange, but you smell really good. You smell of... raspberry and citrus.”

34. taking care of [character] when sick, but they're so touch starved for you end up cuddling on bed together, but you end up sick as well.

35. Same as prompt 34, but vice versa: [character] takes care of you when sick, but since you end up cuddling and kissing on bed together they become sick as well.

36. “kiss me again. I dare you.”

37. teasing looks with each other in public. As soon as you're all by yourselves, you both fall into an intense, loving makeout session.

38. “is that... my shirt that you're wearing?”

39. “stay in bed a little bit more with me, please...”

40. “you're so distracting... i love that.”

41. “i don't think i'll ever let go of you.” *while cuddling*

42. “your hair is so silky. Can i braid it?”

43. “i will always be by your side, no matter what.”

44. [character] playing with your hair, occasionally twirling a strand around their finger.

45. [character] warming you up with a cloth of theirs when they notice you're cold.

46. “you're cold! i can see you shivering – here, have this. You'll feel warmer.”

47. “as long as i am by your side, nothing nor no one will possibly hurt you. I'll fight for you till my last day, i promise.”

48. singing/humming/reading to each other before sleeping. [ a/n : if you'll request something for this, specify whether you want the reader or character to sing, hum, or read. ]

49. “you're voice is like honey to me. Please, don't stop.”

50. “i don't recall asking you to stop. Keep kissing me.”

51. [character] get jealous because they think someone is flirting with you, but it's actually a relative they didn't know about and the two of you have re-encountered with each other after a long time.

52. “gods, you're such an idiot.” “and yet, you still love me that way.”

53. “the different shades of colours in your eyes are hypnotising.”

54. “have i told you how perfect you look?”

55. “you deserve the world.”

56. being reassured by [character] that they love you just the way you are when you show signs/tell them about your insecurities.

57. “you're perfect just the way you are, my princess, and you'll always be.”

58. “who told you that? I'll fight them.”

59. “you don't need to change nothing for no one. I love every small thing about you, and every inch of your precious being.”

60. “i will vow my life to you, my Queen.”

61. “let's run away together: leave all of this behind, and make a new life where it's only the two of us.”

62. “the sun is getting jealous about you, by the way you so brightly shine.”

63. “have i told you to stop? no. Keep going.”

64. “oh, no! your hands are so cold! here, let me warm you.” *[character] warms your hands with theirs*

65. “oh, thank god– my family likes you!”

66. “i know i make you nervous. Don't try to hide it. Say it.”

67. [character] accidentally calls you a dearly nickname (love, sweetheart, princess, etc) and realises what they've done when you blush and giggle at it. Ends in a love confession.

68. “come dance with me under the rain!”

69. desperate, needy and forgiving kisses with [character] after a bad argument/fighting.

70. “who hurt you? i'll fight the hell out of them.”

71. hugs from behind when you're distracted. Ends with makeout and cuddling session.

72. “you live in my head, and heart! yet you can't see that?”

73. friends to lovers situation. Getting hit with realisation that they're enamoured with you when [character] sees you laughing at someone else's joke, or flirting. Ends in love confession, too.

74. “oh my god– are you... jealous?”

75. “jealous? no, just curious.” *with clenching jaw, in between teeth*

76. “you're my first, and last. Thank you for all the love, i appreciate it, my sweetling.”

77. “don't cry, please. I hate seeing you this way– i'm here for you, and i'll always be.”

78. “you're so... breathtaking.”

79. “are you comfortable with this? i mean– i'd hate making you feel uncomfortable, or forcing you to do something you don't want.”

80. [character] giving you knuckle, hand, and palm kissing.

81. [character]'s family/friends/relatives notice the mutual crushing you have going on, but since you're too scared of doing anything, they set the two of you until you confess.

82. “i've realised, i'm slowly falling for you... and it's painful. So, so painful.”

83. “you should've said it earlier, idiot. I love you too, can't you see?”

84. star gazing with [character]

85. “the stars are pretty tonight... but you're prettier.”

86. “you're stunning. I'm so lucky to have you.”

87. “show me, then.” “show you what?” “you just said you loved me, didn't you? Prove it, and come kiss me.”

88. “did you really just buy me... [insert gift] (specify when requesting)? Oh my– thank you! You shouldn't have.”

89. “gods, you're going to be the death of my with all this... love smothering.”

90. “but they like you, [name]!” “oh, they like me? Too bad, i am so in love with you, and no one can compare to you.”

91. “please...” “please what, love? tell me what you want, angel.” [ for smut ]

92. “tonight, i'm yours... i'll be at your mercy.” [ for smut ]

93. “sometimes i can't help but wonder, if being so pretty hurts?”

94. “oh, fuck me.” “ok, when?”

95. “promise me you'll be more careful next time, alright?” [ please specify scenario for request ]

96. “you drive me so fucking crazy. i want you... now.” [ for smut ]

97. “i would kill, and get killed for you, my love.”

98. [character] randomly picking you up from the floor, carrying you bridal style to their room, and throwing you to their bed just because they're needy for your cuddles.

99. “you're such a needy, good girl, aren't you?” [ for smut ]

100. [character] sees you crying, and holds you in their arms as you cry on their chest and they whisper sweet things until you calm down. Ends in cuddling, and lots of fluff.

101. “you're such a dork.” “yeah, but i'm your dork.”

102. talking with [character] about dreams, and they accidentally confess they dream about you often. Ends in love confession.

103. [character] sees you being nice to little children and how much they adore you, and they can't help but daydream about those kids being your own. Ends with both of you talking about starting a family together.

104. “oh, fuck- we should be quieter, otherwise they're going to hear us!” “let them hear, love. i want them to know you're mine, and only mine.” [ for smut ]

105. “i shouldn't have touched you in such inappropiate way, i-i'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-” “shut up, and keep going. i've been waiting for this for a long time.” [ for smut + fluff ]

106. “you look so pretty when you're wet.” [ for smut ]

107. “please, sing me a song, love. i can't sleep.”

108. “you're doomed to be my pillow now, for the rest of my living days.”

109. “did you... cancel all your plans just to be with me???”

110. you call [character] – your life time best friend – an endearing nickname for the first time, and then they realise they're slowly falling in love with you.

111. “i think... i love you. I love you like i never loved anyone else before in my life.”

112. “has anybody ever told you how pretty your eyes are?” [ specify who says this to whom if possible ]

113. “i think it's getting hot in here.” “you think?”

114. flashing teasing winks and smiles once you find out [character] has a crush on you.

115. a relative of [character] confesses that [character] loves you because they're too shy to do so... while [character] is witnessing the moment.

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tenseoyong · 1 year

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Where Y/N is the Bride of Jacaerys and Finds out about the prank that Jace and Luke played with Aemond and feels attacked For having already gone through this type of problem. and decides to confront them

The dinner had been expectedly tense.

With two halves of a single family, having been at odds for close to a decade—it was foolish to assume the years passed had done anything to calm the silent storm that brew between both Greens and Blacks.

Though, much of the supper had gone on without any problems. Each half of one whole, politely conversing amongst themselves and taking care to step lightly on brittle ground.

You yourself found it remarkably easy to settle in the middle. Having not been a staple part of the family when the infamous attack between children in trade for a dragon had happened, you had little difficulty setting aside silent grievances and made quiet conversations with the sweet Princess Heleana.

That was, until that damned roasted pig was placed in front of Prince Aemond.

You were lost on the obvious implications the pig was meant to represent—but you hadn’t missed the smug look that passed over Lucaerys’ face, nor the recognition and then displeasure that settled on the scarred Prince’s face. You startled just as the rest of the table had when Prince Aemond slammed a fist into the table, shaking the wood and the spirits of his blood as well as the musical talent.

The room fell deadly silent, as all eyes turned to Prince Aemond, who grasped his cup and arose from his seat.

“A toast—to the health of my darling nephews,” Aemond declared, raising his cup, briefly letting his sight fall on each Lucaerys and Jacaerys before continuing. “Each of them handsome, wise, brave…”

There was a pregnant pause, Aemond’s gaze turned to settle on both you and Baela, “I extend my toast to my nephews lovely betroths—may your sons be as strong as they.”

Jace’s immediate fury could not be contained, and he jumped from his seat beside you, “I dare you to say that again.”

“Why?” Aemond hummed, taking a small sip of his wine. “T’was only a compliment? Would you not desire your sons to be Strong?”

All Hell broke loose, immediately.

Before anyone could blink, Jace had flew at his uncle. Poor Lucaerys had barely moved before the drunkard Aegon had slammed his face into the table, holding him to the wood as he squirmed.

Jace had thrown his entire body into a punch that seemed to be little more than a flea bite to the elder—if the way he barely turned his head from the impact and hadn’t even spilled his cup was anything to go by—Aemond in turned simply shoved the younger to the floor.

Perhaps to remind Jace of his place.

Both mothers could be heard shouting over the scuffle and before Jace could scrambled from the floor and attack his uncle again, Daemon calmly stepped in front of the raging boy—the eldest’s dominance was subtle but not ignored as he slowly backed his step-son to the opposite side of the room before he turned to his nephew.

A slightly amused look crossed Daemon’s face as he quietly sighed while he dared Aemond to face him.

The challenge was silently denied, Aemond turned towards his Queen Mother, quietly laughing to himself as he drained his cup while his mother fiercely reprimanded his actions.

With that, dinner was quickly ended. And the youngest family members were dismissed.

Though, as Jace escorted you back to your chambers, it wasn’t any less tense.

“You shouldn’t have attacked the Prince.” You tsked. “Surely the King will hear of this, you’ll be punished.”

Jace barely stifled a laugh, “I’ll be punished, you say? My love, you forget I myself am a Prince. Besides, he shouldn’t have made that insulting toast.”

“I heard the same toast as you, Jace. I did not hear a single insult.”

“That’s because you do not know my uncle,” Jace huffed, “Though you should be thankful for that. He has always found it amusing to insinuate our blood is not pure—that we are not Velaryons, but bastards.”

“Jace, that does not remotely explain why the Prince would speak of that at a family dinner—orchestrated by his King Father, no less.” You shook your head. Jace was being a fool, you were sure, and it was amusing in the slightest. “The Prince does not seem a brash one.”

“Oh, he’s not.” Jace agreed, “But when that pig came out, oh I knew he would say something—did you see his face!”

“The pig?” You frowned, even more confused. “How in the Seven Hells would a single roasted pig cause Prince Aemond to act as he had?”

Jace paused your walking, turning to look at you with a most confused expression, “Oh, of course. Sometimes, it feels as if I’ve known you for so long, that it’s often lost on me that you haven’t been beside me all my life.”

“We spent the first several years of my childhood here, in King’s Landing.” Jace informed, “Luce and I, we even had a mildly good companionship with Aegon, if you could believe it.”

“With Aegon,” You repeated. “But not…Aemond?”

Jace shook his head, “We had a different kind of bonding—all of us, with Aemond. You know of the egg often placed in the babe’s cradle?”

“Of course, I am aware.” You recalled the tradition, a tradition that you had grown a slight distaste for.

“Well, sometimes the eggs don’t hatch.” Jace’s words sent a stab through your heart—recalling a similar memory of your own—and you realized where this story was going. “Aemond’s never hatched. So while Aegon and Luce and I were being trained to ride—Aemond was left to the side.”

You could picture the Prince, half his current height with his long, wild silver hair and both violet eyes. Dragon-less and left behind by his family.

Your heart ached for the Prince’s childhood.

“But this one time, we gave him a ‘dragon’,” Jace snickered, recalling one of many cruel pranks pulled on his uncle. “Aegon found a pig! And we tied wings to it and called it the Pink Dread! You should have seen Aemond’s face—”

“That’s very cruel.” Your frown only depended. The imagine of a much younger Aemond, already mocked and laughed at for not being a dragon rider—to then face such ridicule from his family—it was unbearable to think of, much less live through.

“Yes, it is, ha, but wait until you—wait,” Jace paused, eyebrows pinching in confusion. “Did you say, it was cruel?”

“I did.” You affirmed. “He was but a child, was he not? Forced to endure such torments from his own kin. It is cruel, and I wish to hear no more.”

“Cruel, she says.” Jacaerys huffed, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. “Cruel, was stealing a dragon from recently motherless girls!”

“Oh yes, I have heard the tale of how Aemond came to claim Vhagar,” You hummed. “A boy of ten, wasn’t he? I have difficulty believing a dragon such as Vhagar would be able to be stolen, Jace, be sensible. He was chosen, not this nefarious act you lot seem to have decided he’d been plotting.”

Jace gapped at the blatant defense for his Uncle his bride-to-be was speaking, “He, is a vile and cold man, my love, you’d do well to quiet your concerns and admirations for him. Lest someone other than I hear, you may have a green dragon to watch out for.”

“Aemond frightens me not.” You waved a dismissive hand. “He has not been overtly kind, yet he has remained polite. However, it was Lucaerys that once put out his eye, was it not? Perhaps I should caution myself around him.”

Jace’s face pinched in annoyance, with a touch of anger, “Lucaerys was protecting me, Aemond was going to bash my he—“

“Would you have done it to me?” You interrupted. Voice suddenly so small, as you took a step back from your intended. “All the teasing and taunting, the tricks and tormenting—you know of my own problems, you know of my own egg never hatching—would you have done all you did to Aemond, to me?”

“Of-of course not!” Jace denied, firmly shaking his head and trying to hold you once again yet you evaded his touch with another step back. “My love, that’s entirely different! You’re, eh, you and he’s, well, Aemond is—“

“It’s not different.” You reaffirmed. “He was a child, denied the one thing his family prides above all else. It is no wonder he is cruel back.”

Sensing he was losing this argument, Jace reached to take your arm, hoping to continue the awkward walk to your chambers, “My Love, the hour is late, allow me to escort—”

Yet you wrenched your arm from his grasp as if his touch alone had scalded you, “I believe I can find my chambers well enough on my own, my Prince.”

“But—”Jacaerys’ protest was ignored as you rounded on your heels and started down the unfamiliar hall.

With a final, “Goodnight, Prince Jacaerys.” You walked ahead with your head high, slowing your stride only to listen to his retreating footsteps until you could no longer hear him.

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 10 months

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The idea of Rhaenyra’s daughter being able to speak high Valarian like a pro while Jace, the future king is less fluent than a 10 year old is hilarious. It must’ve been obvious who his favourite was.

And Rhaenyra did not even suspect anything as the years went by and only thought that Daemon had a soft spot for Reader because she is a daughter and he viewed her as a daughter like Baela and Rhaena.

Jace is pissed as hell because she refused to teach him as well and Daemon is busy with teaching Reader so he is stuck with the maesters teaching him. Reader is ver sly about it and always hangs off of Daemon asking about different words and expressions especially in front of Jace interrupting their training and Daemon is more than willing to help her instead, instead of it taking a couple of minutes it stretches to several hours.

Rhaenyra always finding them in the library late at night going through books of old Valyria and throughout the years they grow closer as well but still Rhaenyra thinks nothing of it.

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alannybunnue · 1 year

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Ok platonic Yandere Rhaenyra enabling Romantic Yandere Jace.

So the Reader is a noble lady from another house who Rhaenyra meets at a tourney. She’s a bit put off at first because the reader initially reminded her of a young Alicent but she eventually warms up to her and feels nostalgic for the days of her old friendship and ends up genuinely enjoying her company. Rhaenyra comes to see her as a daughter and convinces the Readers family to have her come to Dragonstone as her lady-in-waiting.

She introduces the Reader to her kids who all take a liking to her, especially Jace. Rhaenyra notices this and encourages those feelings. Jace’s courtship starts off innocently enough, he gives her a tour around Dragonstone, escorts her around the castle, introduces her to Vermax, etc. But soon enough things… start to take a turn.

He starts following her around the castle, he glares at any man that even looks at her, he has the servants spy on her and report to him. Rhaenyra notices all of this and actively encourages and helps him with this.

Then one day, they learn the Readers family is in talks to arrange a match for her. Jace is heartbroken but Rhaenyra reassures him, she has a plan. She tells Jace that she will deal with the families and gives informs him what he must do.

A few weeks later Jace and the Reader have a beautiful wedding, nobody even notices the slight swell of the brides belly.

Thank God that you didn't say Alicent and Aegon, because the interpretation would be completely diferent.

Jace is the resume of a gentleman ok, he was raised right. So he knows how to court you properly, but the blood of the dragon is strong, and once the obsession kicks in, is not getting out.

And to make it worse, Rhaenyra is helping...him, she thinks that her son is best choice for you, therefore his actions are solely for your best interest.

It's impossible for you to even notice the weird tendencies of your beloved, because he is too good at hiding it. You are easily manipulated by charm to see anything wrong.

Until your family tells you that they are planning on marrying to someone else.

Ans that was the last time you saw them, their fate was uncertain.

But yours wasn't, cuz that same night, Jace met you in your chambers...Next thing you knew, he had his cock deep inside you. Congratulations, you are pregnant 🎉

Now everything is done for you to marry your dear Jacaerys, just keep in mind, there's a war happening, so there's no way that you are going anywhere.

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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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derangedthots · 1 year

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warning for slightly hornknee thoughts but jace having nipple piercings bc old valyrian houses have a tendency towards androgynous(at least in terms of westerosi conventions of masculinity vs. feminity) clothing/accessory styles and he's just keeping with both sides of the family tradition but alicent, being that hightower brand of conservative+religious, didn't pass that onto her children so the first time aemond sees jace half-naked he has an internal breakdown and all but runs away to find vhagar and scream in the clouds

#the boy is REPRESSED and jace is like?? they were my fifteenth nameday present??#jacemond #aemond x jacaerys #aemond x jace #jaemond #rarepair #ship scenarios #headcanon??

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randomlyexisting · 1 year

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Me listening to music all day and making scenarios of Jacemond in my head.

#jacemond #jacaerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #jaemond #my brain will create scenarios but as soon as I try to write it I lose braincells and it turns out shitty #the meme is not mine fyi #got this gem in Pinterest

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aphroditelovesu · 7 months

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I was in a doctor's office and an idea came to my mind while I was waiting to be seen:

What if Rhaenyra and Laenor had a legitimate child? And they, like the rest of the family because we love drama, were yandere for the child?

The Reader was the only legitimate child to be born from Nyra and Laenor's marriage. Their heritage could not be questioned due to its Valyrian appearance and the clear obsessive attachment that Laenor has to them, something he did not have with his other ''children.''

Meanwhile, Rhaenyra adored and spoiled her firstborn, she loved her other children deeply, but she favored the Reader, her heir, in the same way that Viserys favored her. As Cersei said, you never love anything in the world the way you love your first child.

Corlys and Rhaenys would be absolutely attached to the Reader, especially after Laenor's death, as they are the only trace of their son. Rhaenys wants Driftmark to pass to you and not Jacaerys (who in this scenario becomes Lord of Driftmark), while Corlys insists that becoming King or Queen of the Seven Kingdoms will be better for you.

Alicent and Otto would have developed their own obsession with you in their own way. Alicent would love you and perhaps even see you as a mother figure, causing friction between her and Rhaenyra. Alicent's children would follow their mother's example, Helaena would be especially close to you, Aegon and Aemond would constantly fight for your attention with their brothers.

Jacaerys is only a year younger than you and he considers himself your best friend. There is no resentment between you and there never will be, he loved you with everything in him and defends you tooth and nail. Lucerys is the youngest brother who constantly wants your attention and approval and becomes jealous when it is given to someone else.

It would be interesting, mainly due to the issue of usurpation. Things would get even more chaotic once Daemon entered the story.

Maybe I need to write something about this...

~ Lady L

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jacesvelaryons · 9 months

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the summer i turned pretty.

jacaerys (jace) velaryon x fem!reader x lucerys (luke) velaryon

series or one shot (TBA)

rating: pg13

fandom: house of the dragon (modern au)

summary: you return to your summer vacation with boys you grew up with your whole life and experience a glow up unexpectedly - as you navigate the sudden attention coming your way, but your heart has always felt you were destined with a velaryon boy. the question was - which one?

choose your ending/ who you end with au

“It was a summer I would never, ever forget. It was the summer everything began. It was the summer I turned pretty. Because for the first time, I felt it. Pretty, I mean. Every summer up to this one, I believed it’d be different. Life would be different. And that summer, it finally was.”

-Jenny Han, The Summer I Turned Pretty (Summer, #1)

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sheeple · 1 year

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A purple-eyed bride for your green-coloured son

Part one | Part three

There are days that Lucerys Velaryon can't look at his sister. It's not because he thinks she's ugly. Gods no. Lucerys thinks his sister is one of the most beautiful girls he has ever seen. Long, snow-white hair cascading in tight curls down her back. The vision of a true Valyrian.

He can't look at her some days because of the guilt.

His otherwise flawless oldest sister is missing an eye. And it's all because of him. She and their uncle both lost an eye the same night because of him.

Lucerys has lived with this guilt for almost six years. It eats him from the inside, festering in his heart like a black, sticky goo. It's tar-like and it makes him wanna throw up.

Next to Lucerys is his brother, Jacaerys Velaryon. He wants to hate his sister for what she has done. He wants to despise her. Because he, as the eldest son and heir to the throne, should be the one to protect their siblings ─ not her. But he can't.

He knows that his sister has given up a lot. She has given the right to the throne to him. Because she knows he will be a far better candidate than herself. She has no taste for the crown or power. Y/n Velaryon has told him so herself.

And now she has given up her freedom. The freedom to choose whom she marries. At least that is what all the Velaryon siblings have in common, their marriages are chosen for them.

Across the table, sits the Stranger himself personified. Aemond Targaryen watches with not so well hidden amusement how Lucerys squirms under his gaze. Aemond does however not enjoy the emotionless look his niece has on her face.

He always thought they were equal; two halves of the same. But in contrary to how he hides the jewel that fills the empty socket, she shows it with pride. An amethyst shines eminently in place of her eye, the colour matching the one she gave his mother half a decade ago.

It excites him. He truly believes that she did it all for him. Over the years, her eyeball kept him company, whispering how they are meant to be together. It drives him crazy how she teases him.

The King gives a heartfelt speech, after which the other members of the royal family follow. The Queen and Princess seem to reconcile, and Jacaerys makes a not-really-meant reconciliation to his uncles. Princess Helaena looks really proud of herself once she has spoken, earning a few chuckles and a nod from her grandsire.

Once Jacaerys takes his aunt to dance, princess Y/n's eyes drift from them to her uncle, who's already staring intently at her. She raises her eyebrow and lifts her cup to take a sip of the wine. It's like she's challenging him, decides Aemond.

Before he can act on his desire to claim her before their family, a still-sizzling piglet get's placed before him and the quiet laughs of his nephew set him off. His speech is damaging and the Queen buries her face in her hands.

Jacaerys punches Aemond first but gets pushed to the ground fairly easily. Aegon grabs Lucaerys and pushes his face on the table. The one-eyed princess jumps up from her chair and kicks her eldest uncle in the back of his knees so he lets go of her brother and slams his head on the table.

Jacaerys breaks free from the guards that restrained him but contains himself when his sister steps in between uncle and nephew

"You should be ashamed of yourself", she hisses, chest heaving and jaw set. She feels Jacaerys ready to pounce like a wild animal behind her but she doesn't budge. "Your tongue should be cut out for talking such blasphemy."

What nobody expected is that Aemond advances, grabbing hold of the Princess' throat. Swords are unsheathed and shouts for the Prince to let go of his niece. But his gaze is set on her only eye, mirroring his own.

"You're playing a dangerous game, uncle. If my betrothed in the North hears about you putting your hands on his princess, Cregan Starks won't hesitate to march down to here. Then your eye won't be the only thing you've lost." The last part is only for her uncle to hear.

Aemond's jaw tenses, but it is his mother that speaks his thoughts. "Betrothed? Since when?"

Princess Y/n frees herself from her uncle's hold to address the Queen. There is a certain look in the brown orbs of the Queen that betray her true feelings.

"Such a same isn't it, Queen Hightower? Now you won't have a purple-eyed bride for your green-coloured son."

The face of the Queen hardens and Prince Daemon grabs his step-daughter's arm, ordering her and her brothers to go to their quarters.

With one last sharp look at Aemond, the princess leaves to pack for their return home to Dragonstone and she swears to never return to the capital while the Greens plague the halls of the keep. At least not of her free will.

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mortalfaerie · 1 month

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little miss too-many-wips has a new concept:

jacaerys' twin sister (younger by minutes, but long enough to be the spare) is sent north to negotiate with cregan stark (jace is kept near rhaenyra while they make war plans). she authorized to arrange marriages, including her own, to ensure that the northern army remains in the black's corner. she's not prepared for the wry wit, strength of presence, and frankly absolute rugged viking appearance of the young lord of winterfell. so, when he suggests a wedding between them to demonstrate the unwavering loyalty of the north to rhaenyra and her own support for them assured as queen, she has no problem agreeing to it.

so, she weds cregan in the godswood and he declares his and his bannermans support for their true queen (now his mother in law to boot) and news reaches winterfell not two full weeks later of lucerys' death. she wants to go to dragonstone immediately but can't, as it might be too dangerous flying over the bay. so she bides her time but eventually she runs away and leaves a not apologizing and explaining for cregan, that she needs to help her family in the way she can as a dragonrider, that she will be reunited with him when his army reaches the south.

i'm imagining so scenario where she's been captured by the greens and we get a cregan stark in full terrifying calm rage like "where. is. my. WIFE?"

EDIT I've written 8.3k words now

#hotd #asoiaf #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #helaena targaryen #aegon targaryen #aemond targaryen #cregan stark #dance of the dragons #team black #jacaerys velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen

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dreamcatcher2113 · 2 years

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The Dragon Dance

Summary: What if Rhaenyra had another child? What if Rhaenyra had a daughter with white hair and purple eyes? What if she was betrothed to Aemond as an alliance with Greens?

You are the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, unlike your brothers you have white hair and purple eyes. You are the twin sister of Jacaerys. You were close with Aemond when you were kids, you two attached to the hip. Ten years later after your family left to Dragonstone, your family reunites with the Greens. You see a familiar face, Aemond Targaryen. Even though it's been years since you last saw him, let's just say you are not the same little girl you were once before.

Warnings: The reader and Jacaerys are aged up, they would be eighteen. Uncle/niece insect. 18+ smut(eventually). Language. Mentions of assault (mainly from Aegon). Violence. And possible other warnings that I can’t think of. There is a happy ending.

This fic does not follow the story or the show, this more a what-if scenario. There will be some similarities

Sword fighting between you and Ameond

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The Dragon Dance Part 01:

It's been ten years since the last time you’ve seen your uncles and aunt, you have mixed feelings about the reunion. The last time you saw your uncle Aemond, it was not a pleasant goodbye. You have no idea what happened between your brothers and your uncle. All you knew was that your younger brother Lucerys took Aemond’s eye, defending your cousins Baela and Rhaena. After that night your family fled to Dragonstone, where you had your education and trained with your brothers.

Ever since you were a young girl you would mimic Jacaerys moves when he would wield his sword. Daemon saw this and noticed you were quite talented with a sword. So he started to train you as well. After years of training you became a better swordsman than any other knight, you have become the teacher instead. Rhaenyra became really proud of the women you have become. Your brothers always said that you act like your mother sometimes, which you take as a compliment. You look up to your mother, you want to become like her. You want to have the same freedom as her. Ride on dragonback and soar through the sky, being free not worrying about the feud between the Blacks and the Greens.

It breaks your heart that your family is split into two, even though your mother and father explained to you multiple times why things are the way they are. You understand logically but emotionally you felt it was stuipid. You always wished that there was some way to mend the strain between two families. Even though it seems hopeless, you didn’t want to give up hope, at least just not yet.

As soon as you and your family landed on King’s Landing, you got off your dragon Saphira. You pet her goodbye and start heading towards the castle. Not to your surprise no one greeted you and your family at your family's arrival. You heard the whispers, you heard the gossip about your brothers, and sometimes about you since you and Jace are twins. The only reason why there is less gossip about you, is because you were blessed with white hair and purple eyes. However there are still rumors about you since you don’t resemble your brothers. There were rumors that you are not really Rhaenyra’s daughter. Or they dye your hair to make you like a Targaryen. Or your favorite rumor is you’re the secret love child of Rhaenyra and Daemon.

You and your brothers walked to the training grounds, talking about old memories and noticing the stares you three were getting. You rolled your eyes at the people who are not so secretly gossiping about you and your brothers. You were about to say something but Jace gave you a look and shook his head no. Telling you it’s not worth it, you sigh knowing he is right but it still irks you.

You three hear the commotion, and see familiar white hair. You, Jace, and Luce walk into the circle of people surrounding two people fighting each other. Your purple eyes widen knowing who is winning. It's no other than your uncle Aemond, not to your surprise he won the fight. He turns to your brothers with a smirk “Nephew’s, have you come to train?” Aemond asked, still holding his sword against Ser Criston Cole's neck; not noticing you standing next to Jace. Both Jace and Luce are speechless, not knowing what to say.

“Hello uncle, I am actually here to come to train.” You said, saving your brothers from public humiliation. You take your cloak off and hand it to Jace. The dress you have on is a black dress, the torso mimicking a dragon scales as armor, long sleeves hugging your arms. “I’m sorry my lady, this isn’t a place for you. A lady like yourself shouldn’t hold a sword.” Ser Criston is trying to stop you from grabbing a sword. You roll your eyes at the comment, as your brother’s chuckle a little at Ser Criston’s response. Knowing you can wipe the floor with all of these men, including your uncle.

“Now Ser Criston, let's not deny my niece this opportunity, give the lady a sword.” Aemond commanded Ser Criston with a smirk on his face, somewhat underestimating you but also knowing you are not like other ladies. It's one of the many reasons why he fell for you.

You usually love to twirl and play with your sword before you sword fight, however this is a different situation. You want to catch your uncle by surprise, you want him to underestimate you. You want every man here to think you are some defenseless girl. You want to put on a show. You pretend to struggle holding a sword, fooling almost everyone except some people. Your brothers holding their laughter knowing exactly what you are doing. They know what you are capable of, and what you can do with a weapon. Your uncle Aemond however has a hunch that you are acting. It might have been ten years since the last time he saw you, but he remembers every single thing about you. He knows when you are lying.

For his own amusement he will play along with the game you are playing. He lifts his sword and twirls it “shall we begin young niece?” he asks sweetily but yet viciously as well.

You lift your sword up, “let’s uncle.” You respond with a sweet smile, but the smile has a bite to it.

Aemond charges towards you with the sword, and you immediately dodge the attack. He goes after you again, once again you dodge his attack. Finally you start using your sword as he continues to attack you. You swing your sword against his, and twirling the sword and him, where his back is facing you and you sword against his neck. “You should learn to fight with your feet uncle, not just your arms.” You whisper in his ear, feeling your hot breath against his skin. Aemond couldn’t help but feel chills down his spine.

He shouts in frustration, turns to you and swings his sword towards you. You block the attack with your sword. You two start to sword fight for real, well to be honest you were going easy on him. Jace and Luce know that this fight would be over within a heartbeat, but you want to see what Aemond is capable of. You will admit Aemond is a tough opponent, he is definitely more of a challenge then you ever trained with. You will admit your uncle is a good swordsman, but you are better.

Finally the fight ends by you disarming Aemond and pointing the end of your sword towards his neck. He raises his hands in a surrender, knowing he has lost this fight with you. You put the sword down, holding the handle. “Thank you for training with me uncle, I will admit you are a tough opponent. I feel honored to train with you.” You said sweetly, giving Aemond a small bow and a small smile. You walk towards Ser Criston, handing him the sword and walk towards your brothers. Jace gives you back your cloak, putting it on yourself. You link both arms with your brothers, as you three start to walk away you start to smile widely knowing you just surprised every man in the training grounds.

As Aemond saw you and brothers walked away, he couldn’t help but smirk. He didn’t mind losing to you. He honestly thought that was the most attractive thing you have done so far. Aemond always wanted you, and after that encounter he wants you even more.

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