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Chapter 27 Million years
Chapter 27 of Moonlight
A/N- Are they finally gonna get together?
Warning- Swearing, angst, talks of death, fluff!! and SPOILERS for future events of HOTD!!!!
Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood
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*A FEW WEEKS LATER*
“The scouts have not sent any new reports on Alys, but they’ve heard rumors spreading about a babe with scales and a tale being born to a witch.”
You hum in comprehension and look out the balcony to think about what was just said to you.
They probably won’t find her, she’s smart, and she’s lived for a long time for that reason. Is it worth it to keep looking for someone who can see visions? There’s so much on your plate already too; annoying Lords, being Queen, the wedding, the rest of the Martell family, and Dorne’s most respected lords coming for the wedding. And it’s not like you can undo what she did, you should have known better than to trust her. Plus you’re beginning to lack enough anger to try and chase after her around the Riverlands.
She may rot—
Suddenly you lose all train of thought as you catch Cregan down below walking, talking, and smiling with the black-haired beauty that is Lady Alysanne Blackwood. She’s so close to him, basically rubbing arms, she’s batting her eyelashes at him, and he’s flashing his charming rare smiles. He’s—
You had to let him go, it was better to let him go, but you still can’t help but feel…jealous. You feel it deep in your stomach. You feel slight anger growing within you at the sight of the pair, at the thought that they make a good couple. They make a more plausible couple too.
But you still want that to be you at his side, you still want to see him smile and look at you with a soft and loving look, and you want to laugh with him without having to hide. You still want to be at his side, you want to be her…
But you can’t. You can’t be together and you have to accept that—you accept it, besides you’re getting married soon and so far Prince Namor isn’t terrible…
Life was so much easier when you were with Aemond. Your only desire then was to see your mother and brothers again, you didn’t have any significant concerns. It was easy with Aemond and you only realize that now.
“Your Grace?”
“Hm?” You hum and pull your eyes away from Cregan to look at one of your new ladies-in-waiting helping you with the wedding.
“Which design for the wedding dress’s cape do you prefer?” She asks.
You spare one last glance at Cregan and Lady Alyssane, and frown with displeasure before you look at the designs the designer has drawn up. They’re all beautiful, one is red adorned with gold, and the other one is long and shaped like dragon wings. You’ll probably go with the latter.
“Have this one brought,” you point to the dragon wing cape and slowly look out the balcony again and still see Cregan and Alyssane.
It’s like he’s torturing you. You hate it, you hate seeing him with her. But you have to—
“Ser Crane,” you cut off your lady-in-waiting to address the Lord Commander of your Queensguard, a tall muscular man, with a stern face, a shaved head, a dark goatee, and a kind heart. “I request the presence of Lord Stark right away.”
The man bows his head and quickly heads on out, letting you focus back on your lady-in-waiting. “The dragon wing one is fine, have the second dress brought, I really don’t mind, it’s my third wedding I just want to get it over with.”
The lady looks at you a bit puzzled at your lack of excitement, but does as you ask, letting you wait for Cregan in the parlor room.
Considering he wants to stay here until the kingdom is somewhat stable you see a lot of him. A lot. He’s at every council meeting, he’s at every hearing, if you’re out in the city he is too, he’s like your Hand or a Queensguard. Without actually having the titles.
You like that he is but you also don’t like it because he’s a temptation. Plus Prince Namor and him don’t get along so well.
And well, you understand why Cregan wouldn’t like him, but you don’t understand why Prince Namor doesn’t like Cregan, it’s not like you talk to Cregan a lot in public. In private? Yes, he likes to come visit Daenerys, and he can’t exactly spend time with her alone because people would talk, so you’re always there acting like you need his help. But other than that you don’t know why Prince Namor is so hostile—does he see something?
Nevertheless, a knock raps on the door, and when you welcome the visitor you see exactly who you need, Cregan.
“Your Grace,” he greets and bows.
You cross your leg over the other and offer him a faint smile. “Lord Stark,” you greet formally as your Queensguard walks out. “Sorry, my request is so sudden. I hope you weren’t busy.” You offer him a wider smile and watch him come sit down across from you.
“Well,” he says. “Whenever you call, I come. So no, I was not busy.”
The room's doors close and Cregan looks around. “Where’s Daenerys?” He asks.
You grab your goblet of wine and shake your head. “Not here. This is about another matter.” You take a sip and meet his grey eyes as he looks at you with curiosity. “This is actually about the Night's Watch.”
Cregan leans in and props on hand on his leg to probe. “What about it?”
You made a promise, so you will see through to that promise, or at least prepare the next ruler if it doesn’t come true in your lifetime.
“How many people are posted in the Night’s watch, at all castles? Just a rough estimate,” you continue to ask without actually being clear about anything.
Cregan sits back and shrugs. “Not much, perhaps just under one thousand men, or even less…why the sudden interest?” He presses. “Royalty doesn’t really bother to care for the Night’s watch.”
You swallow thickly and avert your gaze.
You know you can trust him, you know that the smart thing would be telling a Stark as well, after all the threat comes from the distant North, they deserve to know. But it’s difficult speaking about something told to you by your mother.
“Do you remember the stories you’d tell me?” You begin slowly. “About what may live beyond the wall?”
Cregan nods. “Yes, just children's stories.”
You exhale deeply and meet his gaze. “What if they aren’t just stories? What if…something like the Long Night happens again?”
Cregan blinks repeatedly in disbelief and his lips twitch to a teasing smile. “It won’t, it can’t be possible. The first member of the Night's watch drove them away. But again, it’s just a story.”
You put the goblet down and lean forward so he can see you’re being serious. “Cregan, listen to me. I'm being serious. And you can’t tell anyone, I wasn’t allowed to tell you, it’s a secret passed from Targaryen ruler to heir, so please guard this secret with your life.”
Said man narrows his eyes and his teasing smile falls. He doesn’t hesitate to assure you, mostly because he thinks you’re somehow joking. “I swear.”
You exhale deeply. “Long ago,” you begin. “My ancestor, King Aegon, had a dream. A prophecy of the end of the world of men that begins with a terrible winter gusting out of the distant North.”
Cregan swallows back nervously and you see his shoulders tense.
“Aegon saw darkness riding on those winds,” you continue. “And whatever hides within will destroy the land of the living. And when this Great Winter comes, all of Westeros must stand against it. And if the world of men is to survive it a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne. Someone strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the darkness. So that's why I ask, the Night's Watch is our first line of defense, it may not happen in my lifetime, or in any of my children’s lifetimes, but I still made a promise. I can’t fail her, nor can I fail them.”
Cregan drops his head and brushes his fingers through his hair.
“I know,” you add softly. “It’s hard to believe. But you have to believe me. I wouldn’t toy with this.”
Cregan stays quiet for a moment before he snaps his head up and meets your gaze with a narrowed look. “You believe the prophecy?” He asks. “With your heart?”
You don’t hesitate, you nod. “I do.”
Cregan raises his chin and nods. “Then I believe you too.”
You smile and sigh with relief. “Thank you.” You whisper.
“What do you want me to do then?” He asks.
You sigh. “We can’t force people to man the castles, one it might not happen anytime soon, two, people don’t volunteer like before. But I will try from my end to send prisoners to the Night's watch. What I need from you are reports from every exploration the men have. As boring as they may be, I can’t risk missing something.”
Cregan nods in comprehension. “I will do it. But you must visit them too, you know? Just as Queen Alysanne did.”
You grin softly. “I will. I mean I do have a dragon to travel far so I will,” you assure him. “We often tend to forget the Night’s watch. I will try not to.”
“And…” Cregan adds with a growing smile. “You stop by and visit me too. Winterfell will always be your home. It can be.”
“Cregan,” you warn him.
“You’re still not married, why can’t—”
“I just said one reason,” you cut him off. “Besides even if there wasn’t a reason, would you have left your home behind, your land, and people to become King?” You ask seriously.
Cregan’s smile falls and his face grows hard and serious. “No,” he answers bluntly.
You scoff softly and nod slowly. “Exactly. So please just don’t bring it up again. I still want to be your friend.”
Cregan holds your gaze for a moment before he scoffs and looks away and shakes his head. You’re about to question him, but a knock raps on your door so you’re left in tension.
“Come in,” you address the visitor.
The door opens and you look over and see…Rhaena.
The annoyance and tension you just felt falls completely and your eyes fill with happy tears.
You haven’t seen her since the war started. You’ve heard of her from letters or other people’s mouths, but it’s been so long. You thought you would never see her again, you feared something would happen to her even if she was in a safe place.
“Rhaena,” you muse and jump off your seat to run over to her. She matches your pace and meets you halfway with an embrace.
“Y/N,” she whispers.
She’s one of the few family members you have left. One of the two people you grew up with. Your home was when you were with your mother, with your brothers too, so you’ll never feel at home anymore, but with Baela and Rhaena still alive there’s a sense of safety you do feel.
“Why…” you trail off and pull back to face her. “Why wasn’t I told you were here already?” You ask.
Rhaena smiles. “We wanted it to be a surprise. Baela says you’d appreciate it.”
You flash her a grin and nod. “I do—and your hatchling. You have a dragon now!”
Rhaena nods and pulls away to glance back at the crate that’s brought in by a servant. You were so distracted with her that you failed to notice her servants.
“Wait,” you cut her off and glance back at Cregan standing by the table you were just at. “I should introduce you to someone first.” You wave Cregan over, and he quickly makes his way to your side.
“Rhaena this is Cregan Stark,” you introduce him. “An old friend and Lord of Winterfell, of course. Cregan, this is my cousin, Lady Rhaena Targaryen.”
Cregan bows his head out of respect and Rhaena smiles at him.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Lady Rhaena,” he says. “The Queen here would speak fondly of you when she lived in Winterfell.”
You grin wider, and Rhaena looks between Cregan and you before she focuses on Cregan. “It’s nice to meet you too, Lord Stark.”
“I hope to make your acquaintance whilst my stay here,” Cregan adds. “Your sister is quite the spitfire, I’m interested in getting to know you too.”
Rhaena laughs softly. “Likewise.”
Cregan sighs and faces you. “I’ll see you later, My Queen.” He bows and then bows his head at Rhaena before he leaves. Once he’s out the door you follow Rhaena to the table and watch her open the crate to then pull out a small pink and black hatchling.
“Oh gods,” you muse excitedly. “Look at it!”
“Her name is Morning,” she reveals and turns to show her off to you.
You reach over and caress her scaled head and beam at her. “You may be our savior,” you tell the little dragon. “I’m happy for you Rhaena,” you direct at your cousin. “I know how much you’ve dreamed of having one, I’m glad you finally bonded with one. It’s a great pleasure.”
“Thank you. And I’m happy too, I can’t wait to ride her,” she muses.
You hum and step back. “It’s really the best thing in the world. How is she? Does she eat? Sleep well?” You ask since there are so few dragons left now. Greyghost flew away after Ser Jason’s death, and Silverwing and Astraea are the only ones that are left in King’s Landing. Two out of so many that were alive.
“Yes, she’s doing well, she’s healthy,” Rhaena assures you as you walk over to sit on the couch to take advantage of the fact that you’re not being swamped. “Is Astraea doing well?”
You nod. “Very. She’s healed well.”
“And Lord Stark?” She asks and catches you off guard. “First name bases?”
You avert your gaze and shrug. “Yes, we lived together for five years. Of course, we go by each other's first names.”
Rhaena walks over with a smile and her dragon draped on her shoulder. “Hm…okay, your eyes and smiles say otherwise.”
You glare at her. “You’ve been here for just a few minutes what—Baela.”
Rhaena smirks. “You burned half the city this is just some free punishment.” She rebuttals.
You scoff and go serious. “What do you think about that? Baela is upset, she’s calmed down a bit since then, but she’s still upset. What are your thoughts?” You ask on the matter.
Rhaena draws out a deep breath and frowns with sadness. “I think you could’ve done things differently. But I also know that sometimes the most ugly things have to be done. I know…my father would’ve approved.”
You scoff with amusement.
“I know that Rhaenyra could’ve used more fire…perhaps then she would still be alive,” she mumbles with a hint of sadness in her tone. “So I think you did what you had to do. Besides you did it already we can’t take it back, we have to move on. Right?” She asks and meets your gaze.
You hold her gaze for a moment before you nod softly and feel your breath tremble as you breathe out. “About that…I was waiting for you to come…” you trail off and feel your eyes water, your throat begin to burn, and you feel your chest get heavy. “…so we could hold a funeral for my mother. I know you were close to her, so I thought you’d want to be there. Prince Namor said it’d be healthy, so I want to have one.”
A short silence follows before Rhaena interjects quietly. “That would be nice…I would be honored to be there. Thank you for waiting for me.”
You keep your head down to avoid seeing the nightmare flashes and memories that threaten to show. “No problem…it’ll be before the wedding,” you mention shakily.
“Y/N—”
“It’ll be okay,” you cut her off to avoid falling into that hole. “I’m okay.”
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*LATER*
“Your Grace, The Lannisters are approaching and should arrive by nightfall. And the Baratheons will be here this evening.”
You look at Ser Crane through the long mirror and nod in comprehension. “Thank you, Ser, and if I’m not here by the time the Baratheons have my grandfather set up their welcome according to their status.”
The Lord Commander nods and turns stiffly to walk out. And while he was walking out one of your ladies in waiting walks in with a bouquet of Blue Winter Roses.
“My Queen,” she says with excitement in her voice as she approaches you. “These are for you from an old friend they said.”
You turn away from the mirror and take the bouquet from her hands. You read the notecard and even if it doesn't say a name you know it can only be from one person. One person knows that out of every flower in the world, these are your favorite, Cregan. Only he knows that these flowers are a symbol of your love.
So what do the flowers mean this time? He gave you some for your wedding tournament to show his love, to show you aren't forgotten. And this time what else can they be but another symbol?
It’s a symbol of hope now too. They’re a temptation you finally start to give into as your grief is crashing into you a lot stronger than before as you dress in all black to say one last goodbye to the woman you loved. They serve only to bring out this deep desire of wanting him to shield you from that pain, of wanting him to hold you until you feel an ounce of comfort back in your limp heart.
You want to be with him, and these winter roses are like a sign to give in and sacrifice everything just to be in his arms and go back to a place where you had felt happy once before. They’re a declaration of love and an offer.
And you’re in so much agony, you feel it now eating away at you as each second brings you closer to lighting her pyre. You just want some relief…
So you look up from the flowers in your hand and break into a stride to go to him. You feel eager and selfish. Like a fragment of who you used to be could return at the sight of him in this very moment.
However, the door opens for a third time and Prince Namor walks in, so you stop in your tracks and drop your smile.
“Those are beautiful.”
You made her a promise. You remember now at the sight of your betrothed.
“Who are they from?” He asks.
You blink and offer him a faint smile. “An old friend,” you mutter and turn to put the winter roses down on the table.
“Oh, well, they’re beautiful,” he says as he follows you back to the mirror. “Anyway, your cousins are ready. Are you?”
You pick up your mother's valyrian steel necklace from the cushion and sigh deeply as you remember her wearing it.
“Yeah,” you agree softly. “I am ready.”
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*25 YEARS LATER. 156 AC*
What good is peace if all you wear is mourning attire?
“Today with these ashes we spread, may he return to the sand, may he return to the earth…”
Ashes fall from the septon's hands and trinkle onto the sand below. You follow the particles of what had remained of your husband until it mixes with the grains of sand.
“…may he give life to what sprouts so that his legacy lives on forever in the hearts and minds of the four children he leaves behind, Prince Maekor, Princess Valaena, Prince Laenor, and Prince Rhaegar. And so his wife, her grace, Y/N Targaryen carries him on forever in her heart.”
You sigh and keep your eyes on the ashes that mix with the sand below, and then feel a hand carefully wrap around yours. When you glance over you meet the dark eyes of your youngest son with Prince Namor, Rhaegar. The boy named after your mother, you offer him a faint smile and give him a reassuring squeeze.
“May he meet his ancestors and continue to watch over his kin. May Prince Namor of House Martell find peace!” The septon shouts. You look up at him and then hear snickering, so your attention drifts to your right side and you see your second youngest son, Prince Laenor, snickering at his brother since he sees him holding your hand. You think nothing wrong with it though, Namor was their father, he was a good one at that, and Rhaegar is like Lucerys, sensible and more open to showing and receiving affection.
Thus you shoot Laenor a glare and he quickly drops his smirk and goes quiet, and once he does you point to his older sister, Princess Valaena as she stood crying for the father she lost. Laenor understands what you want and even if he sighs he steps forward to wrap his arm around his sister, making her husband Lord Ellis Blackwood pull his arm off her shoulder to hold her hand instead.
You smile at the interaction of your daughter and her husband. They’ve been married for three years now, but seeing how kind and smitten he is with her still surprises you and brings you joy as if it were the first time seeing it. And you know you react like that because of your fear of marrying your children outside of Targaryen, and or Velaryon families. You only accepted this match because Lord Ellis is the eldest son of Bloody Ben, the man-boy you fought alongside at Tumbleton, the man-boy who had retrieved Addam’s body.
Other than that, all your other kid marriages are kept between the Targaryen’s and Velaryon’s, you don’t want to make the same mistake your grandfather Viserys made when he married Alicent.
It’s why your Hand was Baela for a few years until none other than your little brother, Viserys returned a few years back. With a wife, you wouldn't approve of, but she’s gone now and her family was basically his captor when he came back, without her they wouldn’t let him stay. It was smart but regardless, he’s your Hand now. He’s smart, tactical, and kind.
His kids though…more specifically his eldest, is something else, but that’s besides the fact.
What matters now is that you are a widow for a third time. It’s unfortunate that you had to be Aegon's widow, but at least now that title is gone and you’re Namor’s widow now. It’s bad to point out, but this new loss has your mind raveled. Not like when your mother or the rest of your family died, but after you spend 25 years with someone it has to affect you in some way. Especially when you had 4 more children with him.
But it’s those 4 children, plus the other three, that don’t make you fall into that pit you were stuck in before. They keep you upright now, and they’re all the ones that make you feel your heart again. Instead, you are there for them as they grieve their father. You comfort them as best as you can as you get taken back to the Red Keep.
Once you’re inside and attending the banquet in Namor’s name you approach Valaena.
“Forgive me, mother,” she interjects in a shaky voice.
You furrow your eyebrows and cup her cheek to dry away her tears. “Whatever for?” You query.
“Crying, for not being strong, especially in front of everyone,” she reveals, making you scoff softly.
“Oh my sweet girl, it’s okay to cry, he was your father,” you assure her. “You can cry as much as you want to.”
“But you’re strong,” she says and holds your other hand.
You smile and shake your head. “When I lost my own father I was inconsolable, I wanted to jump off the ship that was taking me to Winterfell to see your grandfather's resting place. I was anything but strong. So it’s okay.”
Valaena lets out a shaky sigh and offers you a soft smile.
“Now,” you add and slide your hands down to grab her hands. “How are my grandchildren?” You ask and look at her swollen belly. “Five more months to go.”
Valaena grins. “They’re great, moving, and with strong heartbeats. The both of them.”
“Great, I’m glad.”
“Prince Aerion of House Velaryon! Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides!” The guard announces.
You and your daughter share a short glance before you turn and watch your only son with Aemond and the proof of your love comes waltzing in late.
Your guests greet him as they make a path towards you and your family, and he redirects that greeting with a formal smile. But when his blue eyes land on you and the rest of his siblings his grin widens, and one person quickly pushes himself out of his seat and runs around the table to greet him.
“Aerion!” Your eldest son with Namor, Maekor, shouts excitedly.
Said man chuckles and changes his pace to a jog as Maekor runs down the steps and runs to his brother. When they meet halfway, Maekor jumps on his brother, and Aerion doesn’t hesitate to squeeze him back.
“Maekor! Brother!” Aerion greets and lets his brother go.
Ever since your first child with Namor was born you made it your job that they got along, that they all got along and didn’t treat each other like Aemond and Aegon treated your mother. Your kids fought, of course they did, but they never hated themselves like your mother and her siblings.
“Aerion!” Laenor shouts and runs over followed by Rhaegar, while Valaena and Daenerys stay with you to wait for Aerion to finish greeting his brothers
“He’s late,” Daenerys mutters. “And where’s Daenys?”
“Probably getting here even more late,” Valaena counters.
You hum in agreement and watch as the three boys huddle around their older brother
“Which reminds me,” Valaena interjects. “The Stark’s didn’t come.”
You glance at your daughter at the mention of that infamous name and then look down to think about Cregan.
It’s been so long since you’ve seen him, ten years perhaps? Maybe even more? You really wanted to see him, he’s a widow too, longer than you have been.
“Mother!”
You snap your eyes up and see Aerion approaching with his arms open, but you place a hand on your hip and shoot him a pointed look.
“You’re late,” you point out as he wraps his arm around you. “Three days late.”
Aerion presses kisses on the side of your head to try and make you forget, and it works because you hug him back and when you pull away you grab his jaw. “I missed you,” you tell him, making him grin. “Where’s Daenys?”
Aerion sighs and pulls away, his smile falls and he looks at his sisters. “Well,” he adds. “Uh, Daenys stayed in Driftmark because she gave birth.”
You gasp and grab his arm. “Birth? It’s a month too soon,” you stammer out.
“Is she okay?” Daenerys asks right away.
Aerion nods. “Yes, she’s just recovering. She’s okay. Both her and our son.”
You sigh with relief but you still pinch him. “Why didn’t you say anything? You should’ve sent a Raven.”
Valaena steps forward to smack his arm. “Why didn’t you start off by saying she’s okay? Jerk.”
Aerion chuckles. “Well, it wouldn't have mattered, you all still would’ve worried. Anyway, she’ll come in a week or two. I came early to be with you,” he directs at his sister's, mainly at Valaena. “I don’t remember my father, but I do know longing. And it does get better, Valaena.”
Valaena offers him a gentle smile and they hug before he hugs Daenerys. She’s actually about to say something, but then Aerion gently pushes her away as he spots Ser Crane.
“Old man,” he greets. “You get older every time I see you.”
Ser Crane huffs. “Yet it’s possible I might outlive you, my Prince.”
Aerion grins and pats his shoulder when he sees him and then moves past him when he spots Valaena’s husband.
“Ellis!” He shouts before he runs over to embrace him and pats his back.
“Aerion, buddy, we've been waiting for you!”
You watch your other sons huddle around the pair and turn to walk to Lord Cane.
“He says Daenys gave birth,” you mention and watch your nieces approach their respected partner. “That’s why he’s late.”
“The boat has been here since this morning,” he rats Aerion out without hesitation. “He was probably sleeping or joined in some tournament.”
You scoff. “I don’t know where he gets these tendencies from, his father was never like this.”
“His uncle was—”
“I’ll burn you,” you cut him off before he could say Aegon’s name, making him chuckle.
“I’ll talk to him,” Lord Crane assures you and passes you your goblet of wine.
You shake your head. “Don’t waste your breath, he’s almost 30, he won’t learn anymore. He’s got a thick head.”
Lord Crane chuckles.
You smile and take a drink of your wine before you change the subject. “I’m going to make rounds.” You turn, and he mirrors your actions to follow you to the first Lord and Lady you see, but then the guard at the entrance interrupts you.
“Lord Cregan of House Stark, Lord of the Winterfell, and Warden of the North.”
You gasp softly and snap your eyes to the door, catching him, Cregan, your old friend, and love your life, walking down the steps with his men and a young lady you assume is one of his daughters Lord Alyssane gave him during their marriage.
Everyone watches the mighty Lord with his fur cloak over his broad shoulders and body that's grown more toned over the years. But through the sea of people, he finds you.
Cregan’s grey eyes find you as he makes his way to you first. And when he reaches you, your heart skips a beat as if it were the first time you’ve seen him. He proceeds to bow and the young lady beside him does too.
“My Queen,” he greets.
You hand the goblet of wine back to your Lord Commander and when Cregan straightens out, you offer him a kind smile. “Lord Stark,” you greet sweetly.
“My condolences on the loss of your husband,” he says first. “I knew the prince consort briefly, but all I heard were great things.”
You sigh. “Thank you, Lord Stark. I’m glad we could see you. Even if it is at the banquet,” you say bluntly.
Cregan’s serious expression breaks as he smiles. “Yes well, there was a storm that damaged our ship, and when we changed to a carriage our carriage broke a wheel. It’s been quite a hectic ride.”
You blink and look at him with worry. “Oh! Is everyone fine?” You ask and step forward.
Cregan nods. “Yes, yes, we’re all fine. Thank the gods.”
You hum and glance at the lady with dark brown hair. Cregan follows your line of gaze and grabs her arm. “This is my youngest daughter Mariah Stark.”
The girl curtsy and when she stands up you offer her a sweet smile. “Ah, you have your father's grey eyes. Very beautiful.”
“Thank you, your Grace,” she mumbles.
You nod and meet Cregan’s gaze again. “It’s nice to see you, old friend. It’s been…years.”
Cregan nods and his eyes soften, catching those around you off guard that this cold and serious man was looking so gentle. “Ten,” he clarifies. “Ten years. But I’m here now and I hope we get to reacquaint ourselves during my stay.”
You grin and nod eagerly. “Yes, that would be great. Now,” you trail off and grin wider. “Meet my children!” You walk over to the group of kids watching from a distance. “I’ll start with who I see first, there’s a lot.” You laugh.
And of course, Laenor pushes himself to the front, so you start with him. “Cregan, this is Laenor,”
Said man feigns a cough so you correct yourself. “Sorry, Ser Laenor. He’s a knight.”
Laenor flashes Cregan a grin and then glances at his daughter to offer her a flirty smile. And right away you notice that the girl blushes at the charming tactics of your son. But she’s not the only one, since he’s the only prince who’s a bachelor, many young ladies have been swooning over him and giving him their sympathies in hope he’d return their affections. But they’ll find that their brothers or their household guards will gain his affection a lot quicker than them. He just likes to tease women.
“…and this,” you move on to point to the man next to Laenor. “This is Rhaegar, my youngest.” You grab his shoulder and give it a tight squeeze.
Rhaegar glances at you and then offers Cregan a more nervous smile, letting you move on to the next person and feeling him feel grateful for it with the way his shoulders untense.
“Next to him is my niece and his betrothed, Lady Valeria Hightower, daughter of my cousin, the Lady Rhaena.”
Cregan bows his head and then glances back at one of his men. When they approach you see him holding a bouquet of blue winter roses.
“Thank the gods these survived our trip,” he says and plucks one from the bouquet to hand it to Valeria.
“Oh! This is beautiful,” Valeria gushes. “Thank you, my Lord.” She curtsies and then turns to Rhaegar to show him the pretty rose.
“This is Lady Laena Velaryon, daughter of my cousin Lady Baela, wife of my Maekor, and future Queen.” You grin.
Cregan bows his head and once again he plucks a rose from the bouquet. She’s more timid than Valeria though, so her response is softer. “Thank you, Lord Stark.”
“It's an honor to make your acquaintance, my Lady,” he interjects. “And future Queen.”
Laena smiles and gently bows her head. “It’s an honor to meet you, the Queen speaks fondly of you.” She reveals.
Oh.
Cregan smirks. “Does she now? I should hope so.”
You avert your gaze and move on to the next person so he won't get any more smug. “And you know my Maekor, my heir.”
Cregan once again bows. “My Prince.” Cregan greets.
Maekor offers him a small bow and a gentle smile. “Lord Stark. It’s a pleasure seeing you again, the last time I saw you—”
“You were a little lad,” Cregan cuts him off. “With your front teeth missing.” He chuckles. “You’ve grown, my Prince. And I hear you have sons of your own too.”
You beam proudly, and Maekor nods.
“Yes, I do, Jacaerys and Jaehaerys,” your son reveals.
“It’s quite a change,” Cregan says. “You make me feel old.”
“That’s because you are,” you quip
“Likewise.” He counters, making you feign a laugh before you move and point to the tall skinny man next to Maekor. “You probably know him. Lord Ellis Blackwood, son of Lord Benjicot Blackwood.”
Cregan nods. “Yes, we’ve met. I hear a congratulations are in order, my lord, I hear you're expecting your first child.”
Ellis grins brightly and nods before glancing at Valaena. “Yes, twins the maester says.”
Cregan glances at your daughter and offers her a smile. “Congratulations Princess, I’m sure the gods will grant you healthy babes.” He then turns and plucks three roses from the bouquet. “For you and your children.”
Valaena gently takes the roses and brings them up to her nose to smell them, causing a sweet smile to grow on her lips. “Thank you, my Lord, you are very kind.”
Cregan bows his head and now you move on to your last two. “Now, you know…” you trail off as Aerion is gone from the line. “Oh, well here’s Daenerys.”
Cregan stops in front of Daenerys and his smile softens. “Princess,” he greets softly and studies her face.
Daenerys doesn’t know the man before her is her actual father, you couldn’t risk it, so it will always be a secret between Cregan and you.
“Lord Stark,” she greets without as much emotion.
Cregan lingers there before he grabs one winter rose and hands it to her. “It goes with your hair well,” he says, making her giggle.
“It does, thank you.” She then looks at you and smiles.
“Father,” Cregan’s daughter cuts in. “Look they have my favorite, come with me.”
Cregan blinks and then glances at you. “And the rest are for you,” he says and grabs the rest of the winter roses to give you the bouquet. “I’m sorry for your loss, again. We’ll talk later. Yes?”
You smile softly and nod. “Yes. And Lord Stark.” You proceed to approach him and talk quieter. “Join us tomorrow for breakfast. The whole of my family will be there, and I want you to be there as well.”
Cregan holds your gaze with a smile and doesn’t hesitate to answer. “I’ll be there.”
You grin wider and nod in comprehension. “Good,” you whisper and feel your heart skip a beat once again.
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I want a modern mafia fic where after the incident at Driftmark everyone in the family starts to treat Lucerys differently. Aemond loses an eye and Viserys actually gives a shit and punishes Luke. Rhaenyra and Jacaerys are horrified at what Luke does, he has always been such a sweet and kind boy and to see him hurt Aemond like that scared everyone. Nevermind that Aegon and Aemond have always picked on Lucerys and always made him feel left out. Funnily enough, this is the incident that fixes the rift between Alicent and Rhaenyra, with Rhaenyra feeling very guilty over what her son did.
So Lucerys grows up isolated and neglected by his own family. Don’t get me wrong, Rhaenyra still wholeheartedly loves Lucerys but years of forcing him to meet psychiatrists and taking meds he doesn’t want to take has taken a great toll on him.
He’s eighteen, severely depressed and anxious downing dozens of meds when he decides that enough is enough and eventually leaves the Red Keep. Like completely disappears, he cuts off both Targaryens and Velaryons and no one ever hears from him again.
Cut to five or ten years later, Aemond meets Lucerys again and he’s surprised to see how different the boy is. Gone was the sweet and shy toddler or the quiet and anxious teen, in front of him was this cold, no-nonsense, calculative man. Unlike Aemond and the rest of the Targaryens, Lucerys has never thought of them again and went on his merry way to live his life of freedom and debauchery.
To Aemond’s horror, Lucerys is now working as a camboy while also occasionally fucking this shady businessman (alleged mafia). Aemond tries to persuade him to come back but he’s like “fuck off” and disappears again. Fortunately FOR Aemond, his uncle Daemon’s the infamous “Rogue Prince” of the Underworld, the scandalous brother of dutiful Viserys Targaryen who refused to work for the company and decided to become a criminal instead. Unfortunately for Lucerys, Aemond is nothing but OBSESSED.
IDK just give me Lucerys growing up abused and neglected and cutting his family off to go and live his life only for Aemond to stalk his ass because according to him Lucerys’ place is with the family, right by his side.
#lucemond#aemond targaryen#lucerys velaryon#hotd#aemond targaryen x lucerys velaryon#aemond x lucerys#house of the dragon#idk I just want Lucerys to look at his crazy targaryen family and go “nope I’m out’’#and then aemond ‘I spent my entire life bullying my bastard nephews and convincing them they’re not part of the family’ targaryen finds out#that Luke actually wants out of the crazy and then aemond goes on to gasp in offense#Aemond: what do you mean you’re leaving me and that you want out of this family?#Aemond treats this very seriously as if Luke was bringing up the idea of divorce#Lucerys getting tired of the targ drama so he tries to leave but ends up being THE drama of the century#because Aemond refuses to let him go#so what if aemond has to force Luke into a marriage to get him to stay?#aemond uses aegon iii and viserys ii to trap luke#luke to the targ family: I’m leaving this family#aemond carrying viserys ii and aegon iii: but what about the children?!.
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Post-Dance AU (because I hate how George decided to completely eradicate the Greens *cough* Alicent’s *cough* line)
Jaehaera survives the assassination attempt by Unwin Peake because that poor girl did not deserve that horrific end and that’s that.
She and Aegon III bond over time, because these traumatized kids deserve some happiness and you know what? Maybe they are the only two people in the world right now who understand even a semblance of what the other has gone through (Aegon watched his mother die, Jaehaera watched her twin brother be slaughtered) and maybe they both recognize that neither of them is responsible for what their families did to each other so why should they resent one another?
Over time they become a great comfort to each other. On the days where one is particularly gloomy, the other sits by them and holds their hand and they are content to sit in silence together and neither needs to say what they’re feeling because the other already knows.
They are both very close with Gaemon Palehair. He and Aegon are close for the same reasons as within canon, while Jaehaera believes that Gaemon truly is her half-sibling, her last remaining brother.
Eventually, Alyn Velaryon brings Viserys II home from Essos, but the boy comes alone (a 12-year-old boy married to a 19-year-old woman, yeah I think the fuck not, not in my history, and besides even if they had been closer in age Larra Rogare hated Westeros so let her stay in Essos like she wanted and live her own life there and be happy).
Like in canon, Aegon is somewhat neglectful of his wife and friend in the wake of his brother’s return, but Jaehaera and Gaemon understand his actions. Anyway, they still have each other for company. Viserys is incredibly distrustful of Jaehaera, and Aegon pleads with Viserys to be more understanding of their marriage and the comfort they have found in each other.
Aegon decides to hold a feast to celebrate Viserys’s return. Viserys spends most of the festivities with Baela and Rhaena, preferring not to fraternize with the daughter of the man who killed his mother. In the company of his sisters is Daenaera Velaryon (aged up in to be closer in age to Viserys because an 11-year-old boy and a 6-year-old girl? It’s a no from me).
Daenaera manages to cheer Viserys with her happy nature, and he’s quite taken by how pretty she is. Unwin Peake, having never been exposed as the one behind Jaehaera’s assassination attempt (as is also the case in canon) brings his daughter to the feast in the hopes that she will catch the eye of Viserys, but Viserys has already taken a shine to Daenaera, ruining his plans once again.
The pair begin to exchange letters and (like Aegon and Jaehaera) bond over their losses. Viserys tells Aegon about his correspondence with Daenaera, and when Aegon tells Jaehaera, she decides to invite Daenaera to court as her lady-in-waiting. Viserys is delighted, and slowly begins to warm to Jaehaera.
As in canon, Aegon’s removal of the dragon eggs from the Red Keep causes a rift between the brothers. Unwin Peake continues to plot treason, conspiring to kill Aegon and Jaehaera so that Viserys may become King and take his daughter as his bride. But if his daughter is to become Viserys’s Queen, Daenaera Velaryon must also be removed. It is no secret by now that Viserys is very taken with the the girl, and intends to marry her.
Jaehaera and Daenaera eat the canonical poisoned tarts during a private dinner organized for the four. Aegon and Viserys narrowly avoid poisoning as they are delayed by a Small Council meeting. As in canon, Gaemon dies, devastating both Aegon and Jaehaera. The rift between Aegon and Viserys is mended as they help their respective ladies recover. Aegon and Jaehaera comfort each other through the loss of Gaemon, and Viserys proposes marriage to Daenaera, which she accepts. Oh, and Unwin Peake is finally exposed and executed (I still cannot believe this man escaped justice in canon, but not on my watch).
The four form a strong unit within the Red Keep and are, well, as happy as four traumatized young adults can be. They finally have the family each was deprived of at such a young age. Aegon eventually names Viserys his Hand, Jaehaera gives birth to Aegon’s five children, and Daenaera gives birth to Viserys’s three.
But unfortunately, canonical events must still come to pass. Aegon and Jaehaera pass away within months of each other in 157 AC; Daenaera dies some years later, and Viserys becomes his stern canonical self in the wake of her death. The crown passes from Aegon, to Daeron, to Baelor, to Viserys himself, to Aegon IV, who legitimizes the Blackfyres- who are now the descendants of both the Blacks and the Greens.
#this is how the Hightowers and the Velaryons finally get a Targaryen each#if it’s true that House Whent are the descendants of Aemond and Alys#then the five Stark children are also descended from the Greens#also Gaemon is the son of Aegon II#Aegon II did not spare the life of that boy after the deaths of his two trueborn sons for no reason#the Blacks and the Greens eventually coming together to produce the Blackfyres is just peak bitch energy#George you should have made it happen#jaehaera targaryen deserved better#house of the dragon#hotd#asoiaf#alternate universe#canon divergence#potential fic idea in the making#aegon iii targaryen#jaehaera targaryen#viserys ii targaryen#daenaera velaryon#gaemon palehair#aegon iii x jaehaera#viserys ii x daenaera#house targaryen#house hightower#house velaryon#house blackfyre#the blacks#the greens#rhaenyra targaryen#alicent hightower#rhaenicent
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Hi, I love this acc sm!
Just asking if you could do a Jaehaera lives and Daenaera marries Viserys ii au? thanks sm!!
“You can eat it still. I’ll manage, Daenaera,” Jaehaera tells her good sister. Daenaera prances around the room as if she is a lady-in-waiting still, taking the fish dish she had been eating and putting it on the balcony for the morning birds to gobble up.
“Your words are most kind, your Grace, but your scrunched nose betrays you,” Daenaera grins as she sits back down on their tea table. They most often have their tea times at the gardens, but Jaehaera’s fatigue had not allowed them such luxury. Daenaera had combed her hair, but they both agreed she is better off remaining in her comfortable nightgown for the day. “The smell of the Strumm fish wards off Viserys, too. Regretful I must give up my defences, but I’ll manage for my Queen.”
Jaehaera lifts her teacup to her lips, a thin smile stretched upon her tired face. “Newlyweds should be sweet on each other. Should I worry you want my good brother repelled already?”
Daenaera laughs, her pretty smile accompanied by a playful gaze. “Oh, there are no concerns there. Should he have been any sweeter, he may have not allowed me to attend my duties to you on this fine day.”
Jaehaera shakes her head with a soft chuckle. “You are going to make Viserys resent me,” she says. They’ve come a long way since their initial meeting and the accusations of her ‘bewitching Aegon’, but Jaehaera’s matching of her good brother and Daenaera bridged them true. She hopes that it won't go to waste. “Regardless, you are not my lady-in-waiting anymore. You must remember to enjoy your own bliss; you needn’t attend any duty.”
“On the contrary, your Grace. You are my good sister now, and my duties are attended from the depths of my heart,” Daenaera says as if she is speaking out a poem, smoothly, and leans forward to bring a hand over Jaehaera’s palm. “On such exciting days I couldn’t bear not to see you, Haera.”
Jaehaera smiles gently, bringing her other hand to her belly. She had been anxious when the signs had started to show. The maester Daenaera brought from Driftmark in preparation for her wedding had also been the maester that confirmed Jaehaera is with child. The Grand Maester would’ve had to tell Aegon — but she had wanted to know for herself, first. They only made headway with their own intimacy this year. The changes are coming with such haste she hasn’t managed to internalise either her fears or her excitement.
Swift knocks are heard from behind the door. “King Aegon the Third and Prince Viserys are at the door, my Queen,” Ser Willis Fell announces. “May they enter?”
Jaehaera snorts. Ser Willis wastes no opportunities to show his allegiance. Should Aegon have stood there alone, he could not make them ask for permission, but Viserys standing outside the door means he must mind her chastity.
“Speak of the devil,” Daenaera’s smiles from ear to ear, turning her body around to the door.
“Daenaera,” Jaehaera exclaims softly, amused. She clears her throat to raise her voice. “Let them in, Ser Willis.”
The door opens for the two brothers. Aegon’s dark amethyst eyes fall on her tenderly, and the hand that brushes on her belly moves to her lap. She nearby told him yesterday, when he embraced her to calm sleep, but had found him lulled to sleep before she could find the courage. It is always on the tip of her tongue.
“And here I thought you’d keep me out, good-sister,” Viserys says, walking over to Daenaera in steps that seemed more reflex than thought of. “Wife,” he says, planting a full kiss on her silver locks.
“If it was up to me, she would,” Daenaera answers, giving a kiss of her own to his chin.”The council went well, I’d hope?”
“As well as you’d expect from a council all due to be swapped,” Viserys says. “They take too long to make decisions as simple as deciding what establishments to be patrons of for The Smith’s Day. The answer is in the day’s name, for heaven's sake.”
“The Smith represents all labourers, good brother,” Jaehaera chimes in, leaning back against her chair. “There is some merit in that discussion, I fear.”
Aegon drags the chair beside her to sit down. “Let him complain. We all know the true reason he does,” he says. “He has been tortured to keep a charming smile for the entirety of it. A wonder the corners of his lips are not set in it permanently, by now.”
“Should you budge a smile for once, I wouldn’t have to blind the room with mine,” Viserys says, taking his own place with his wife. “Dear sister, I implore you to have him practice his smiles. He cannot leave you to endear the realm to the crown on your own.”
“I am certain the realm will soon be overwhelmingly endeared to her and The Crown in tow. His Grace is only aid, one way or another,” Daenaera chuckles to herself.
“Pardon?” Aegon asks, tilting his head. The goblet of wine he poured for himself is held by his chest as he stops to comment. He poured herself one, too; she had been the wine fan of them two, but alas, she cannot allow herself to drink much. “I don’t think my wife needs any assistance in these matters.”
Jaehaera smiles. A few years ago all would doubt that claim entirely, but she supposes all things are due to change. She ought to embrace this possibility and make it true; the son or the daughter that are growing in her belly deserve to be loved by the realm, as they deserve to be loved by their father.
She looks at Aegon midway his sip, at the line of his restrained lips. Jaehaera raises herself on the chair, fixing her posture, hand coming back to her belly. “Perhaps, but assistance will come anyway. The babe will be of great aid, if my husband will not.”
Aegon’s wine spritzes from his mouth like a rush of rain. It stains the teal of Viserys’s doublet and furthermore his face, to Daenaera’s great laughter. Jaehaera cracks a wide smile at the display, and especially when Aegon turns to her whole.
“Truly?” his goblet is left aside, reaching out to her wrist. Jaehaera nods gently, letting her eyes crinkle at Aegon in hopes his will return the favour. The king does not disappoint, his face coming to her own for a swift kiss that stamps his smile on her own.
“I am all congratulations for the both of you, and the realm,” Viserys says, trying to clean off some of the wine on his doublet while Daenaera brushes away his wet fringe from his face, still struck with giggles. “But you most definitely will have to rely on your wife and child in charms, dear brother.”
Aegon shakes his head, kissing her one more time before he turns to his brother. “We will see how you will take it when such news comes to you.”
Feeling at her utmost bravery, Jaehaera hums. “My aversion to the scent of Daenaera’s beloved fish dish had been a most important indicator. Perhaps we should check if you are due alongside me, dear brother?”
“Those damn fish,” Viserys’s ears turn a shade of pink. “I take it back. My nephew or niece will have to do the work for you both.”
Daenaera kisses Viserys’s flushed cheek; soon enough his face brightens. Aegon brings a hand to Jaehaera’s stomach too. Jaehaera hopes the son or daughter within her hears the joy they already brought forward.
#this ended up so sweet and i love this request#i'll probably upload this to ao3 too#thank you so much for sending it in!!#aegon iii x jaehaera#viserys ii x daenaera#aegon iii targaryen#jaehaera targaryen#daenaera velaryon#viserys ii targaryen#hotd#hotd imagine#hotd fanfic#answered#starfallsalyshightower#my fics#reqs
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“I am anything but”
a/n: a little moment between viserys ii and luke reminiscent of a moment between the black queen and her second son:)
****THIS IS SET IN THE SAME UNIVERSE AS THE “LUKE AS DAENERYS BUT HOTD AU” BUT BEFORE ANY OF THE STARKS, ARRYNS OR VELARYONS ARRIVE
(pls comment any suggestions you guys have for what to name this au, my creative juices suck when it comes to naming😭)
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Luke caresses his baby-bump as he walks alone in the corridors of his castle.
It was getting dark, and he and his family had decided to all halt their duties to join together as one during dinner. And all but one arrived on time, so Luke offered to go and find the missing one.
As he enters the war room, he sees it. White locks framing a face out of his view, dressed in blue, black and red.
“Viserys, I was wondering where you were. It is time for us to dine together with the rest of our family, we all agreed after all,” Luke gently whispers, though loud enough for the teenager to hear.
The adolescent turns to the brunette, one hand on the table in front of him, the table that resembles the Painted Table back in Dragonstone - their old home.
“Brother, I apologize. I must’ve been lost in my thoughts and didn’t take into account of the time passing by so quickly,” Viserys mutters, as Luke closes the distance between them.
He pushes his hand out towards the younger’s cheek, he knows better than to believe an excuse such as that. He’s used it much in his life after all.
“Vis, tell me what ails you, truly, and I shall do my best to guide you.”
Viserys turns his gaze away from his brother’s knowing eyes, and goes still and quiet.
Luke sighs, and gently grasps the silverette’s face to turn towards him, seeking his eyes to make contact with his own dark ones. When he gets what he wants, Luke opens his mouth, before Viserys beats him to it;
“I’m not like everyone else,” he whispers, as Luke’s thumb sways on his cheek, back and forth. “What do you mean?”
Viserys balls his hands, which Luke notes to be trembling. Again, the younger reaffirms, “I’m not like the rest of our family.”
“I’m not like Dalton, fierce and fearless.”
“I’m not like Egg, smart and your heir.”
“I’m not even like your twins, my nephew and niece, who are our people’s joy and pride.”
Luke frowns, as Viserys lifts his eyes to gaze upon the dark abyss of his older brother’s. He always found comfort in losing himself there.
“I’m not like you,” he mutters.
“I am not… perfect, like you,” he finally rasps out, eyes again finding its way far from Luke’s own.
The elder goes still. He’s seen a scenario like this before. He’s been in Vis’ shoes before.
“…My sweet boy,” Luke starts in a soft tone. “You are right, you are nothing like us.” As Luke says the final word, he sees and feels Viserys flinch, and hears his breath hitch.
“Yes, you are nothing like us, you are not fierce nor fearless like my husband, not smart or stubborn like Egg, nor are you our people’s cherished like Rhaelys and Rhaemon, but you are something else.”
Luke goes to bring his boy’s eyes back to his.
“You are clever, mischievous, and always full of joyful quips and tricks.”
“A jokester and prankster you are, my dear - you make the whole of our Isles laugh and smile.”
“You are our people’s smiles and laughter, my sweet boy. It’s hope for a better tomorrow.”
Luke smiles, his frown had long since disappeared as Viserys’ eyes gleam.
“And remember, whenever you think low of yourself, whenever you think I am nothing but perfect… I am anything but,” he finishes.
Viserys continues his silence, before he brings his palms to lay against his brother’s. The two stay where they are, uncaring of anything else but this moment.
“…Come, I feel our family has gotten restless in their waiting for us to start dinner. Let us go to them before they finish all the lemon cakes, my sweet boy,” Luke jokes, smiling brightening as he sees his brother’s face contort to a playful grin.
“Race you there?”
“In the condition I am in? As if!”
The brothers laughter echo on the war room, as they walk hand-in-hand to their awaiting family.
#lucemond#dalcerys#omega lucerys#dalton greyjoy x lucerys velaryon#justice for lucerys#viserys ii targaryen#dalton greyjoy#aegon iii targaryen#omegaverse#rhaenyra targaryen#I’m not perfect like you#I’m anything but#lucerys velaryon
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Question: Am I supposed to like Rhaeger? He destroyed his entire family and got most of them murdered, his little siblings then suffering as impoverished orphans constantly outrunning death, just so he could get with some chick who... did he even know Lyanna well? Also, fuck Lyanna, too! I don't wanna hear "She was only 16, UWU." That's, like, 24 in Medieval years! They both should've known better. 😒
I know many people subscribe to the "Rhaegar kidnapped and raped Lyanna" story, but I personally don't believe that, and I never have, even before GoT went with them being "in love." I'm not going to take the Starks' word on this situation, of course they'd believe Lyanna was an innocent victim.
(*NO fucking Jon hate on this post, bitches. I will YEET your ass into the sun!)
#And then she named their son Aegon?? YOU FUCKING NORTHERN CUNT?!?#And if Rhaegar with the bad wig told her to name him that I'm yeeting his ass into the sun too! 😤#Though I know that's only in the show (so far) so I'll take that a grain of salt. 🙄#anti rhaegar targaryen#anti lyanna stark#anti rhaegar x lyanna#viserys iii targaryen#daenerys targaryen#house targaryen#asoiaf#rant#txt#tw: kidnapping mention#tw: rape mention
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If you have any stories or ideas, you can send them to me here, and I will try my best to bring them to life. I’m currently writing for the Targaryens, mostly Aegon II Targaryen, but I’m working on a few Aemond Fics as well.
I can write for
Aegon II Targaryen
Aemond Targaryen
Daemon Targaryen
Alicent Hightower
Rhaenyra Targaryen
Daenerys Targaryen
Viserys III Targaryen
Robb Stark
Cregan Stark
#house of the dragon#Aegon II Targaryen#aemond targaryen#daemon targeryan#alicent hightower#rhaenyra targaryen#daenerys targaryen#viserys iii targaryen#robb stark#cregan stark#Aegon II x reader#aemond x y/n#daemon x reader#alicent x you#rhaenyra x reader#daenerys x reader#viserys x reader#robb stark x reader#cregan x you#fanfiction
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Viserys's husband taking a sip of some Dothraki alcohol and inhibitions wtf are those? Lots of sexy, muscular, half-naked men around, yes I'll have one of each, thank you.
He wakes up with one hell of a hangover and vague memories of Drogo carrying him away potential horny disaster and *maybe* propositioning Drogo once or twice. Viserys was scared off of even trying to do something by the Khal and Dany is remarkably understanding about the whole thing--
"...you're not upset?"
"Let's be honest, both of us being with Drogo would not be the weirdest thing to happen in this family"
That last sentence made me laugh so hard
#shiteanswers#i want you to know that last sentence made me laugh so hard i fell out of bed#viserys x male reader#viserys targaryen iii x male reader#asshai reader
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Five little hatchlings ✖️
Five little fairies ☑️
#the blacks & the greens#my thoughts on the blacks & the greens 101#rhaenyra targaryen#aegon iii targaryen#daemon x rhaenyra#viserys ii targaryen#daughter of rhaenyra & daemon#visenya targaryen#baela targaryen#rhaena targaryen#hope you guys like it!#Visenya x ravens
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Game of Thrones Masterlist
Requests are OPEN. Who I write for below the cut;
Eddard/Ned Stark
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Robb Stark
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Jon Snow
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Sansa Stark
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Jaime Lannister
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Cersei Lannister
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Tywin Lannister
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Ramsay Bolton
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Theon Greyjoy
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Viserys III Targaryen
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Daenerys Targaryen
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Rhaenyra and Daemon with their boys make me so 😭🥺 Viserys who was so smart even though he was so little, carrying his egg everywhere (and later refusing to give him up), Aegon who used to stay up late and watch the stars and who absolutely adored his mother, the two of them being inseparable once they were reunited... How can people even claim these precious boys were not loved by their parents? 😔
The way this fandom overlooks Aegon III and Viserys II is nothing short of criminal.
Like, my good people! Baby Aegon and MVP Viserys are like 25% of the reason why I even ship Daemyra! It just baffles me to know how ignored they are... and when they have Daemon just accept any of the "Velaryon" princes as kings ahead of his own sons... or giving Dark Sister to Baela I just...
Da fuk books you all read?!
Daemyra's two kings are justso amazing. Such great kings. I just... THEY MADE TWO KINGS TOGETHER!
Thank you for bringing this up Anon <3
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Daydreaming about Aemond becoming king after the dance of the dragons and being gifted a magic mirror from some mysterious foreign noble. The noble tells him the mirror shows him his deepest desire and once he puts it in his chambers, he starts seeing Lucerys, the nephew he killed, in it.
Lucerys looks different, his clothes are weirder and his room had these weird contraptions like the small black box he sees his nephew using all the time. Unbeknownst to Aemond, he’s actually seeing into the future. He tries to talk to the Lucerys in his mirror but it doesn’t seem like the boy could hear, continuing to do whatever he was doing. Not that it matters, Aemond is happy enough to be able to see his nephew everyday.
He likes being able to watch his nephew sleep or read a book in his bed while he does his own work. He likes it even more when he watches Lucerys squirm and moan in bed as he pleasures himself with his own fingers. Aemond becomes so obsessed with the mirror that he barely even leaves his chambers anymore, demanding all of his tasks be sent to him instead.
It all goes downhill when one day he sees Lucerys bring a boy home. He gets so angry when he sees Lucerys make out with this boy that he starts banging on the mirror, desperately trying to get them to stop. Soon enough, the two boys break apart as Lucerys glances at the mirror in shock. The bang seemed to have come from the mirror and to Aemond’s delight it was enough to catch Luke’s attention. Unfortunately for Aemond, it isn’t enough to get them to stop as the boy coaxes Lucerys into making out with him again.
Aemond ends up watching them fuck, he’s furious but the incident was enough to give him hope that there was finally a way for him to get Lucerys’ attention.
A few days later, while Lucerys is getting ready for a date he stands right in front of the mirror. Oblivious to the other person watching him from the other end. Aemond burns with desire, his hands itched to touch Lucerys. With his curls looking so soft and his mouth shiny and plush, the makeup making him look even more enticing.
Overcome with so much desire, Aemond reaches into the mirror and pulls.
To both of their shock, Lucerys is pulled into the mirror and straight into Aemond’s arms. The younger boy is terrified but Aemond is filled with so much happiness.
Finally. Aemond thinks.
The younger boy begs to be returned home but Aemond refuses to hear any of it. Lucerys’ pleas of home and freedom fall to deaf ears as Aemond sends out commands to prepare for a wedding and a coronation. The boy seems terrified of him but it was fine. Aemond could work with this Lucerys, better a terrified Luke than a dead one.
With Aemond as king and his beloved nephew as his Queen they could finally bring House Targaryen back to its former glory.
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in hightower green— a masterlist.
The life and lies of the secondborn daughter of Viserys I, twin to Aegon Targaryen II, her rise to power and prominence, and her bountiful marriage to King Jacaerys Velaryon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm.
For her crown, though no conqueror wore, was bathed in the shadows of the silent battles and wars she had won. For the Kingdom and for her lineage. Though she too wore many names, those that knew the stories— or the whispers — called her by others.
The Bastard Eater. The Kingmaker. The Spider Singer. The Emerald Fire.
+18 MDNI | Jacaerys Velaryon x Manipulative Targaryen!Reader, (Aegon's twin)
｡˚ ❀↳˗ˏˋ please make note of the different TWs by each part ˊˎ˗ ↴
♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : MAIN STORY (chronological order; you can technically read it them each as one shots) ::;˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀
I. IN SCALES OF GREEN, DRESSED IN SEA | smut, angst
= The honour-bound prince does not want you. Or so he tells himself.
II. IN CLOTH OF BLACK, BABE IN BLOOD | angst, smut
= Through all your scheming— you had made a mistake. It is about to cost you everything.
III. IN BASTARDS OF BLUE, WAGER IN WAR | angst, smut
PART ONE | PART TWO (coming soon)
= When whispers of the dalliance of bastards reach your ears, your vengeance roars for Winterfell.
(cold feet)
｡˚ ❀↳˗ˏˋ ADDENDUM STORIES ˊˎ˗ ↴🌸
COLD FEET | fluff | you talk your daughter down from her cold feet.
AU! | A DALLIANCE OF DRAGONS | smut, angst | after your husband betrays you, you turn to your uncle for help.
THE CHILDREN (& LEGACY)
FIC TAG
MOODBOARDS | [ The Queen Consort & Gaelithox ]
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Imagine...
Pairing: Dark Viserys Targaryen III x (female) Reader
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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WARNINGS: Manipulation; Blackmail.
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"But I do not want to be your queen.” the words left your mouth before you could stop yourself.
Viserys raises his blonde brows, surprised and incredulous.
“Your grace, I…do not love you. I couldn’t possibly marry you.”
Viserys‘s tongue pokes his cheek as he chuckles, the sound devoid of any humor.
“And I didn’t ask. I don’t need your permission to wed you.” he replies, annoyance painting his features. He grabs your hand, squeezing his fingers around it until you gasp with pain, a satisfied smirk replacing his anger.
“I’m going to be king very very soon. My word will be the law then and you will obey me, whether you like or not.”
His nails bury into your soft skin, and you cry out, shaking as you attempt to push his hand off.
“You’ll be my queen, I promise you that. It’s either that or perhaps you should start planning for your family’s funeral. Your choice, my love.”
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Catelyn raised five children & they ALL turned out to be good people. She was an infinitely better parent than Alicent ever was, there’s just no comparison.
Meanwhile, Alicent gave her sons every possible social and political advantage growing up, but never bothered to discipline them in any way or teach them how to lead effectively, with the result that Aegon II and Aemond grew into, respectively, a lazy, incompetent, unlikable, and gluttonous sex pest and a psychotically violent and bloodthirsty mass murderer who murdered his nephew the first chance he got, destroying any chance of a peace treaty between the two warring factions and leading the Blacks to (rightfully) retaliate in similar fashion. Aemond slaughtered the entirety of House Strong (including the children) under the mere suspicion of one of them being a traitor, nearly strangled a squire who brought him news that displeased him, and used Vhagar to reduce the Riverlands to smoking piles of ash. Her father, brothers, daughter, two other sons, and grandsons were all killed, but Aegon II survived, fed Rhaenyra to his dragon, and claimed the Iron Throne... and he proceeded to accomplish absolutely nothing and would rule for less than a year before he was fatally poisoned by his own supporters (after he decided to go along with HER suggestion to mutilate the young Aegon III, rather than stand down in the face of an enemy army he had no hope of defeating), making the death of every single Hightower for naught. In the end, Alicent did everything in her power to make her son a king, but it meant nothing because she didn’t raise him to be a man worthy of a crown.
gurl. GURL
alicent is only similar to cate because they're both highborn women fighting for the rights of their children relying mostly on their wits. you've just sent the same long detailed ask about how much you hate alicent. we get it, you hate alicent, aegon and aemond. do you need me to validate your feelings? what is this ask even for?
and how can you compare alicent to cate? cate had a loving and supporting husband, who respected her and loved the children they had together. alicent was married off to a sick middle aged king when she was 14, and was forced to have his children without anyone to support & guide her. viserys was a horrible father, and had a major role in making aegon and aemond turn out as they did. he ignored them, neglected them, he forced unwanted s*x on their mother. ned loved his children, respected his wife, his family was everything to him. his children idolized him. the stark kids grew up with parents that loved and respected each other, the targtowers grew up with a stressed out teen mom and a neglectful father that had no love or respect for his wife.
i hate it when people fail to acknowledge viserys's neglect of his sons and how it affected them and blame everything on alicent - who was a child herself when she gave birth to them.
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Anyone who thinks that Rhaenyra calling Helaena "my sweet sister" means anything positive about their relationship or about Rhaenyra's feelings for Heleana needs to go back and re-read the main series (or read it period, because trust me you will understand F&B a lot better with ASOIAF as context).
In ASOIAF "sweet sister" is that phrase is used disparagingly the vast majority of the time. A quick search reveals it is used 82 times, and the character who uses this phrase by far the most is Tyrion when speaking about Cersei (an example from ASOS Tyrion I):
There are also multiple examples of Jaime using it about Cersei too, especially when he's unhappy with her (a random example from AFFC Jaime V):
Other people also use it referring to Cersei, again sarcastically. "Your sweet sister did X." Which makes sense! Cersei is pretty notorious and people gripe about her to her brothers pretty often.
Beyond various people talking about Cersei, the top offender is Viserys, who uses it quite a bit when addressing Dany, usually with a bite of malice (AGOT Daenerys I):
Interestingly, Viserys later calls out to his "sweet sister" when he is begging for his life. I can't imagine that reminding her of all the times he threatened her with those same words helped his case very much.
There's one instance of Arya using it about Sansa when she is giving an insincere apology (AGOT Sansa III):
Here is Theon using it about Asha (ACOK Theon V):
Lysa also uses it about Cat, and her feelings about her "sweet sister" at this point are pretty negative (ASOS Sansa VII):
You get the picture. At the very best, it's used with a fond sort of sarcasm, at worst it's actively spiteful. You can count on one hand the number of times it is used sincerely in the whole entire series, and really there's only one instance, from Edmure to Cat, that I would read as 100% sincere without even a tiny hint of sarcasm.
F&B doesn't have anyone's POV to indicate the tone with which Rhaenyra said those words, and although it's possible this might have been the second time in the whole of ASOIAF that we were meant to treat those words as unquestioningly sincere and loving, I think this is a bit like the discourse around "sharply questioned." Those words, in-world, tend to carry a connotation beyond their surface meaning. It would not be something reassuring to hear terms for surrender given using the phrase "sweet sister," and in fact, given that we have no other indication that Rhaenyra has any sort of relationship with her siblings whatsoever, Helaena would be entirely justified in interpreting her words as spiteful or sarcastic. After all, if you're using a quote from the book to speak to Rhaenyra's intentions, the character you're referring to is book!Rhaenyra, who is not shown to be an overly nice person. Even by the most charitable reading, we can safely assume that those words were included by Gyldayn in his history knowing that in-world readers would read them as insincere. They are not intended to portray Rhaenyra and Helaena's relationship in a positive light.
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