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[ae-nar]

I believe you once said that you didn't want to take on a prompt because of dom!Barba. Can you explain your take?

hi!

yeah, that's right, i dont do dom!barba. it's a personal take, but i simply dont see that man as a dom. do i see sub!sonny? oh hell yeah, what a princess that man could be. however dom!barba? idk... again thats a very personal take, and obvi i dont go around shoutin at ppl that they r wrong (unless its a playful fight with a person i already know lmao)

oh and also if u want some good dom!barba fics? there are two excellent cooks that i have a pleasure of knowing personally @request-remand and @kenobifitz check them out!

[floatyflowers]

Dark! House Of The Dragon x Game of Thrones! Reader|Part 2

<<<Part 1

Through the years spent at Dragonstone, you managed to strengthen your ties with your siblings, your mother, Baela and Daemon.

You even visit Rhaenys and Corlys, and became best of friends with Rhaena despite Rhaenyra feeling possessive of you leaving her side.

This is all necessary to keep strong connections with the Velaryons, knowing very well that Rhaenys and Corlys know that you and your siblings are not their son's children

You even wore House Velaryons color at all times to please them and it worked very well.

Rhaenys and Corlys even requested to stay with them at Driftmark but Daemon and Rhaenyra rejected the idea.

Strangely enough Queen Alicent and your grandsire request the same thing, but of course, they got the same reply.

Rhaenyra felt threatened by the idea of you leaving her side and wed you to Jace earlier then expected.

Rhaenyra sensed your nervousness at the wedding and hugged you in assurance.

"Don't worry, I will be with you every step of the way, my sweet girl"

She didn't know that you remembered yours and Robb's wedding.

Daemon and Rhaenyra agreed to have the wedding on Dragonstone in the old valyrian custom.

They didn't invite anyone except the family members on Dragonstone.

Viserys was disappointed but not more angry then Alicent who found offense.

It's not like she invited Rhaenyra to Aegon and Helaena's wedding anyways.

Or maybe she did, but your mother didn't want you anywhere near the Hightowers.

Rhaenys also held grudge against Rhaenyra for doing such a thing, meanwhile Corlys was furious as he wished for the wedding to be on Driftmark.

Aemond felt heartbroken and stopped writing to you while Aegon drank away his pain.

Meanwhile Luke felt a bit jealous as he kind of had a crush on you, and your other younger siblings just enjoyed the celebrations.

Daemon encouraged Jace to impregnate you and ignore Rhaenyra's advice against having babies early.

And when you announce your pregnancy, Rhaenyra became so fearful for your life.

Especially when she saw how weak you were during the pregnancy.

You reminded her of her mother, Aemma.

Her paronia reflected on Jacaerys and Lucerys, thinking that you might not make it.

Meanwhile, in reality, you weren't ill, you were sad, because you wished for Cersei to be here.

Despite what she did to your previous husband, but still, Cersei loved you and this was clear.

On your fifth month, Rhaenyra announces that she is also pregnant just so she can support you and ease your worries.

You and Jace already chose the names for the babies, if it was a boy he will be named Aenar, and if it's a girl, then she will name Aemma.

Luke and Joffrey chose the perfect egg for the baby from your dragon's clutch.

Baela would read you stories as to pass time while you stay in bed.

When you want into labour, the whole castle went in chaos to ensure you have a safe delivery.

Daemon threatened the maesters that if anything happens to you, he will feed them to Caraxes.

Jace was on his way to support you during labour, but when he arrived, you were already holding his daughter.

Everything was going on well, with your new small family.

Until your grandsire, Corlys fell ill, and Vaemond decided to question the legitimacy of you and your full brothers.

Part 3>>>

[k4marina]

— Prologue: Dragonstone|| Heart of the Dragon

synopsis: a trip to Dragonstone goes a little wrong, or does it?

game of thrones x modern!reader

4.5k+ word count

sereis masterlist || next part

"Why are we doing this during the hottest day of the year, again?" Daeron mutters, using the brochure that was given to us at the beginning of the tour as a fan.

If I could, I would've replied, but the heat was also getting to me, draining away my energy. And, on top of the scorching heat, I'd just finished the last of my water. I pursed my lips together, the line wasn’t that long and I’m sure I can buy another overpriced water bottle after we visited the caves.

The group tour guide turned back to us, just as exhausted, and somewhat bashful. He said something, but I couldn't be bothered with it as I was too focused to not tip over from the heat. It was probably something like “only a few more minutes and we’ll be outta the heat, folks,” with an awkward smile or something.

The line to the caves under the castles was stupidly long, but it's no surprise. So much history was in those caves and so many mysteries had come full circle there. And, the deeper they dug, the more they uncovered the history of the Targaryens that lived there from when Aenar Targaryen moved his entire family to Dragonstone after his daughter, Daenys “the Dreamer” dreamed of the Doom of Valyria. 

"Who's idea was it to come here for our research trip?" I didn't bother looking over at him, knowing that I'd be blinded by the sun that shone directly behind his big head.

“Shut up. Your voice is giving me a headache.” I quipped. “Besides, almost everything on this island is connected to the Targaryens. It might come useful when we have to write our research paper.”

The line moved up until our group was at the front of the line. A small group of students, along with Daeron and I, were on Dragonstone for our research projects. Some of the other students had decided to stay in Kings Landing or go to other parts of Westeros for their research.

Everyone was to spend a week in their respective areas and gather all the information they needed before heading back to Kings Landing to write and then later present their topics. Some chose to do it themselves whilst others, like us, decided to go with someone else.

Today was the first day of our stay on Dragonstone. Daeron and I had decided to check out the caves and the island's beaches before we would explore the labyrinth-like castle.

I rubbed the side of my head, feeling a headache approaching. My hand reached up to my necklace that rested on my chest. The chain was long enough for it to hang in the dip of my breast.

Not only did I come here for my project, but also for me. The necklace around my neck has been in my family for generations, but no one knows from where. It’s made entirely of Valyrian Steel, which was rare back in the day, and even rarer now.

As a child, I didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until I grew older and more curious that I started asking questions. First to my family, but all I got was even more confusing answers that led me nowhere. Then I turned towards the internet, scouring for hours until I had found it.

On the official Dragonstone website, I found pictures of the caves under the castle and possibly under the entire island. On one of the walls was a crude hand drawing of my necklace. Two dragons around a sword with a ruby in the middle –though, the ruby was replaced with a red dot. Regardless, the cave painting matched. 

The line moved up and Daeron gently pushed me up while I was lost in my thoughts. “You good?” He asks. I nod, “Yeah. The heat’s just a lot.” He gives an understanding look. Once the tour guide is given the green light, he begins to lead up to the entrance of the cave.

"Ready?" Daeron asks. I nodded and we begin walking. Once we entered the cave, my jaw was on the floor. I had seen pictures of the caves, but seeing it in real life was far more beautiful.

The deeper we got we could see the cave paintings done by the Children of the Forest which Daenerys and Jon had found. As the guide droned on about the cave paintings, I could feel my headache intensify. Why was it so hot in here? 

The deeper and deeper we went into the caves, the worse it got. My chest started to feel heavy. I struggled to put one foot in front of the other. The back of my throat burned and I felt like throwing up, but I pushed forward. 

My eyes raked the the cave walls, Where was it? Finally, I was able to see it. The markings were next to a few unknown ones. A sign with some information was hung up next to it. Despite my head pounding I was still able to read the bold words. 

Unknown markings made by who researchers believe are the Targaryens. The paint used seemed to be as old as when Aenar Targaryen moved his family to Dragonstone.

By the time I finished reading, I could feel my head pounding so loudly in my ear. It felt like an ice pick was being hammered into the side of my head. I could hear muffled voices call out, but to who I didn’t know. The room started to spin and a ringing sound filled my ears.

A hand, most likely Derons, reached out and turned me around. I could see his mouth moving, but no words coming out. My chest felt like it was overheating while my head continued to throb. Everything turned blurry and then it went black.

When I woke up, I was still in the cave. The cold stone floor had helped with bringing my body temperature down. And, my head didn't hurt anymore. After getting up, I looked around the cave. It was darker, and quiet.

Where was everyone?

Carefully, I made my way out of the cave. It was harder to walk out of the cave and the spotlights that were on the walls weren’t on. Once I was outside I was met with the night sky.

All the tents and other buildings around the beach were gone, as if they'd never been there.

Okay, this is weird.

"Hello?" My voice came out horse like I hadn’t spoken in a long time. "Hello? Is anyone there? Daeron?" 

My feet moved on their own and I tried to find someone, anyone. But there was no one. How could a populated area with tents and buildings disappear within hours?

Retracing my steps, I found the stairs that would lead me back to the Help Center that were posted around for lost tourists, but like the beach, there was nothing. Matter a fact, even the lamppost that were posted into the ground, the banners, the signs –everything was gone.

"What the actual fuck?" Panic creeped up and I could feel my heart thumping in my ears. "Gods, If this is some kinda sick fucking joke..."

At this point, I was running towards the castle. For what? I didn't know, but surely there had to be something there. The grand doors seemed to be closed so I tried to find another way in. I guess you could say I found something like a side door that took a little force to open. 

The inside of the castle was grand. High walls, banners held high, candles and lamps lit all around. Truly, it was amazing. As I was gawking at the architecture I failed to notice unknown voices walking towards me. 

“Halt!” Two unknown men dressed in what looked like armor cornered me, pointing their spears at me. “State your name! Who are you?” 

I stuttered out my name, raising my hands up so they could see I wasn’t a threat. “I’m not going to do anything, I swear.” 

The two men shared a look and a few hushed words before one of them walked over to me, grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me along. 

“Ow!” I tried to pull back, but his grip was too strong. “What the fuck dude. I said I wasn’t a threat.”

“Khaleesi will decide if you are or are not a threat.” The man who wasn’t holding onto me said. 

Khaleesi? What Khaleesi?

“Oh please don’t tell me I just walked into those real-life roleplaying things.” I groaned, earning side eyes from both of the men. 

They led me down a series of hall ways, each one intricate as the other until we stood outside of a set of polished stone double doors. Another pair of men dressed just like the cosplayers that brought me here stood in front of the doors. Without having to say any words they opened the grand doors. 

Slowly, I could see the inside being revealed. 

There, on the elevated platform stood the Throne of Dragonstone, where all the Targaryen heirs of the Iron Throne sat as they took the title “Prince of Dragonstone.” A light push brought me back as I was dragged closer to the throne. 

“Khaleesi,” the guard called out. Before I could ask who they were speaking to, an unknown voice answered. 

“What is it?” 

Light footsteps were heard from behind a wall and a woman emerged from behind it. Except it wasn’t just any woman. Even a child would know who she was. Everyone around the world knows her. 

She was Daenerys Targaryen. 

Mother of Dragons. 

The Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea.

The Unburnt.

The Breaker of Chains. 

I could feel time slow down as I watched her walk over to the throne and sit down. My blood turned cold as she sat in front of me. 

No.

No.

She’s dead.

This can’t be happening.

It’s not possible.

It’s not. I have better chances of reviving dragons than traveling back in time-

“What is this?” Daenerys eyed me, confused at my appearance and why I was even here before looking at the two men. 

“We found this unknown woman wandering around the castle, Your Grace.” 

She eyed me, as if wanting me to plead my case, but the words died in my throat. Why wouldn’t they when Daenerys fucking Targaryen was right in front of me. A million thoughts ran through my head, but I couldn’t rack my brain to find one answer. 

Daenerys squinted before speaking again, this time directly towards me. “Who are you?” The High Valyrian rolled easily off of her tongue like a true Targaryen. Those three words held so much power and conviction, like a true Queen.

“Y/n Vellarys!…” I rushed to reply in Valyrian. 

“You speak good Valyrian.” She praises, but it's quickly pushed away. “But that doesn’t explain what you are doing here.”

What should I do? I bit my bottom lip as nervousness filled my body. 

Knowing that if I lie, I’ll be fileted, I took a deep breath before responding. “I don't know. I.. I,” I paused, not knowing if I should continue. If this was real then I only wanted her to know, “Can we be alone.. please?” 

The two men besides me visibly tense up, but don’t speak up. Daenerys looks down at us, seemingly in thought before she nodded. The two men bow before turning around to leave. The double doors closed with a loud thud. 

“We’re alone now, you may continue.” 

I nervously swallowed. Here we go. “This might sound weird, but.. I don’t know how I got here. I.. I woke up in the caves under the castle… alone.”

Daenerys’ face stayed neutral as I relayed the information. She seemed to take some time to process what I had just said. “Do you think I’m a fool?” 

I could feel my heart fall all the way down. Fuck.

“You woke up in the caves alone?” She repeats. “Not even a child would come up with such a stupid story like this.”

“N-n-no, Daener- I mean, Your Grace. I swear to the Gods that I’m telling the truth. I have no reason to lie to you. Especially when you could get rid of me with your dragons in a second.”

She seemed to mull over my words, as if weighing her options. “Alright, let's say you’re telling the truth. Your story still doesn’t make sense. How do you just “wake up” in a cave?” 

Now or never, I guess. 

“Actually,” I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m not from here. I come from-” The future. Fucking hell, how cliché. “-I come from a different… time.” 

Daenerys squinted and I could see the clogs in her brain moving. “You mean you’re from the future?” 

Jeez. Ripped the bandage right off. 

“Well –uh, yes,” I say. “I was touring the caves and then I –I fell unconscious or something, I still don’t know, I just know that when I woke up I ended up here.” 

I let out a frustrated sigh. What if this was just a dream and that all of this is just my imagination running wild. 

“That necklace.” 

Huh? What is she talking about? 

 I looked up, confused. “What?” 

She pointed towards my chest. I looked down and I could see my necklace was out. “What about it?” I asked.

“Where did you get it?” 

“It’s mine.” I replied. “It’s been in my family for generations. Why?” 

Now it was Daenerys’ turn to look a little nervous. 

“I’ve seen it in my dream.”

“Your dream? Like, one of those Dragon Dreams?” I ask. She gives a nod, “While we were sailing to Dragonstone I had a dream of a woman with silver hair and that necklace. Because I couldn’t see her face, I thought it was me. I’ve turned the treasury over looking for them; however, it seems that I dreamt of you.”

Ho-ly Fuck. Daenerys’ dreamt about me. What the hell. I’m about to throw up. 

“What?” Now it was my time to be skeptical of what was being said. “You dreamt about me and my necklace?”

She nodded. “It seems odd, but a Dragon Dream has never been wrong.”

“Ture, but that still leaves a lot of blanks.” My hand subconsciously went up to hold my necklace while I tried to think back. 

The deeper I walked into the cave the more my head started to hurt, but that was most likely because of dehydration… probably. But then there was a burning feeling on my chest when I looked at the symbol on the wall that matched my necklace and the burning feeling got even more intense and it felt like it was about to burn my skin-

“Fuck.” I groaned, letting go of the necklace. The outburst made Daenerys frown, “Are you alright?”

I looked down at my hands and at my necklace before looking into her eyes. “I think my necklace tried to burn me, like last time.” 

“Last time?” She frowned. “How can a necklace burn someone?”

“I don’t know. It happened before I passed out in the cave.” I let out a sigh. “Gods, what is going on.” 

“It seems that this was the God's doing,” Daenerys says, as if it was a fact. “They’ve brought you here.” 

“The Gods?” I repeat. Sure, in some sense they did bring me here. “But why?” 

“That may be something for you to find out.” Daenerys stood from the throne, walking down the steps until she was right in front of me. “I was lost once, but then the Gods gifted me my children to show me my true purpose.” 

“The Iron Throne.” I thought back to my history classes where I learned that for the fight for the Iron Throne, Daenerys lost her life as she fell into what historians said was “Targaryen Madness,” but I’ve always felt that there’s more to it. 

“It’s late, I’ll have the servants bring you to a spare room for you to rest in for the night.” As if on cue, the guards from before stepped up to us. “We can talk further tomorrow morning.”

Daenerys turned to leave from where she came from. The guards bowed as she left. Once she was gone they brought me to a spare room somewhere in the castle, this time without having to pull me around. 

The hallways were nearly empty, meaning there weren’t a lot of people living here or servants working in the castle. The most I’d seen was guards posted around. Once we were in front of two thick double doors the guards stepped back waiting for me to open them. 

It took a little force to open the door, but once I was inside, my jaw was on the floor. Despite everything being made of stone, the walls were covered in rich tapestry. There was a giant bed with lavish looking furs laid atop the bed and maroon bed sheets. 

Behind me, a servant walked in with a few sets of clothes and laid them on the bed. “We’ve prepared you some clothes,” she said. “Would you like to change now or take a bath?” 

As if on cue, I could feel how dirty I was since I was practically on the cave floors for Gods knows how long. 

“A bath would be fine, thank you,” I replied. It honestly felt weird watching servants work. Not that it was bad, just the fact that in the modern day you don’t have them. Sure maybe someone who cleans your home or makes you food, but servants?

Once they had pulled out the massive tub and manually poured in the hot water they led me to the tub. One of their hands went up to my shirt's edge and the other to my pants. 

“W-wait!” They all looked at me confused. 

“Is everything alright, My Lady?” One of the servants asked. 

No it’s not. You’re taking my clothes off. And sure, it’s your job to do practically everything for a highborn, but that ain’t me. 

“Uh, there’s no need for… all of this. I can do it myself.” 

“Are you sure?” Another girl asked. “It’s our duty to serve you.” 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” I replied awkwardly. “Just not really used to all of… this. Um, anyways I can take it from here. You guys can go…” 

I internally cringed at my words. Gods, I sounded like an idiot, but could you blame me? 

The girls reluctantly agreed, leaving me alone in the room. Once they were gone I let out a sigh and began to undress myself. The water was hot, but it was fine since I practically liked showering in lava every morning. 

Settling into the tub I finally relaxed. This entire thing was just so… bizarre. At first, I thought it was some sort of dream, but that searing pain I felt wasn’t something I could just imagine. 

My necklace burned me. 

And it burned me when I first saw the markings on the cave walls. I looked down at my chest and hand, but saw nothing. 

Okay, weird. 

That aside, why was I even brought here? Why me? What do I have that made me so special that I had to be flung into this era of time?

“Think, y/n, think,” I muttered to myself. The dream. Daenerys’ dream about the necklace. But wait, no history books said anything about her having a dragon dream. Could this maybe be connected?  

For the next hour, I mulled over my options while I soaked in the tub that had turned lukewarm. Having enough, I got up and grabbed the towels that the servants had thankfully set close for me. 

The clothes that they had laid out for me were a bunch of nightgowns. Thankfully, they were my size. I decided to wear a simple white nightgown. 

Laying under the mountain of covers and blankets, I finally let myself completely relax, falling asleep. Hopefully tomorrow’s discussions can help this situation get better or at least easier. 

I woke up to the sun glaring down into my face. Groaning, I turned to my side, hoping to get some more sleep. But the damage was done. 

I could hear light shuffling in the room and things being moved around. When I opened my eyes, I was nearly flash-banged. All the windows (that are floor to ceiling length) were opened and the curtains were drawn back. 

A few servants from last night and a few new faces worked around the room. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes, catching the attention of one of the girls. 

“Good morning, My Lady. Did you sleep well?” 

“Morning,” my voice came out a little low and rough. “What’s going on?” 

“We’re getting you ready for the day,” the girl replies, matter of factly. “You will be having your morning meal with the Queen. We’ve already drawn you a fresh new bath and arranged a new set of clothes.” 

I looked at where the tub was last night, nothing that was gone, along with my clothes. 

“Where are my clothes?” I asked. 

“We’ve sent them to get washed,” the servant replied. “My Lady, if i may…” 

I nodded for her to go on. “We’ve never seen such clothes like yours before. They remind us of what the men wear however, yours are a bit more.. different.” 

“Oh, that. They’re just something that I made.” I lied. Thinking back to last night, I’m confused I didn’t get as many weird looks as I should have wearing my jeans and shirt. It's not really the typical Westerosi fashion for this time. 

“The bath is ready.” Another girl says. 

Reluctantly, I got out of bed, following them to another room adjacent to this one. The room was a massive bathroom that could function as a bathhouse. 

There was a massive tub nestled into the floor. The windows were also huge but a little higher up, letting in some natural light. I could tell the water was hot just by how much it was steaming. 

Carefully, the servants began to undress me. They led me into the water and began adding what I can only assume are oils and salts. Truthfully, it felt like I was at some fancy spa with how they washed my body and hair. 

Once that was done, they helped me into a beautiful white dress with a dark teal and gold design. I felt like a model wearing such a beautiful dress. I let my hair down, not wanting it in any style (or knowing any styles of this period). 

A servant walked me to the dining room where Daenerys was waiting for me. She wore a light blue dress with her hair braided and her three headed dragon pin.  

“Good Morning,” she greeted. 

“Morning uh, Your grace.”  I replied. “Sorry, I’ve never called anyone “your grace” before.” 

She brushed it off, motioning for me to take a seat next to her at the table where the food was already prepared. 

“How did you sleep?” She asks, beginning to eat. 

“Fine, surprisingly.” I reached down to grab a fork for my food. “How about you?” 

Was I really making small talk with Daenerys Targaryen? 

“Mine as well,” she smiled. “I was hoping we could talk a little before I had to go meet my small council.” 

“Okay, what did you want to talk about?” I wanted to smack myself. Every time I spoke it was full of nerves and anxiety. 

“Let’s start with you. Your name and where you’re from.” Daenerys says confidently. “Judging by your looks, you’re of Valyrian descent.” She says, eyeing my silver hair. 

“Yes,” I nodded. “My family moved from Volantis to the Eyrie. My family is known to be of the Old Blood in Volantis.” 

“The Old Blood?” Daenerys says, surprised. 

The Old Blood are a group of people in Volantis that have proven to be the last remaining families of Valyria. They live in a perched area of the city that only they can walk. All the families in that area still continue their Valyrian traditions and practices, just minus the dragons. 

I nodded, “My father is the youngest of four sons, so he thought ‘why not move to westeros and start something there?’ knowing that he wouldn’t have to really carry on the family name.” 

“And your family name is Vellarys?” She recalled from last night. 

“Yes. We’re known for our jewelry making in Volantis. That’s why my father moved to Westeros, to open a shop there without having to take over the business and stress like his older brother.

“As for myself, I have two older brothers. One is working to be a doctor,” Daenerys frowned at that, confused, “uh, it’s like a Maester. The other is helping my father run the shop.” 

“And what about yourself?” 

“I’m in school. I go to the University of Kings Landing.” 

“The.. University of… Kings Landing?” 

“Well, after the monarchy was sorta let go, they turned certain parts of the Red Keep and other castles into Universites -places to go for higher studies, like the.. Citadel for example.” 

Daenerys nods, understanding some of it. 

“I study the era of The Game of Thrones as well as Targaryen History.” 

“The Game of Thrones?” She repeats. “What is that?” 

“It’s, uh, what we call this time period. It ranged from the death of King Robert to,” the death of Daenerys Targaryen, “to now, and a little later. We look into how the events after Robert’s death played out and how people fought for the Iron Throne.” 

“Like a game.” She says. 

I nodded. “Yes, like a game. There’s this quote that Cersie Lannister said to Ned Stark that summed it up, “When you play the game of thrones, You win or you die,”.”

“I see,” Daenerys looks down at her plate in thought. “And what about me?” 

Oh fuck. 

“What about you?” I say, acting innocent. 

“What happened to me?” 

I purse my lips together. Should I say it? I mean, it’s a good segway to what I want to really say… if this part goes well. 

“You…” I nervously swallowed. “You die… before you could even claim the throne.” 

The fork in her hand hits the ceramic plate with a loud clunk. 

“What?” 

Nervously, I looked into her. “You were killed… after you burned Kings Landing to ashes.” 

She frowned. “You're lying. I would never do such a thing. Me? Burning down Kings Landing? 

And the Red Keep, but I’ll keep that to myself. 

“I’m not lying, Daenerys. After you died, Drogon picked you up and flew you away. We still haven’t found your or his body.” 

Daenerys' hands started to shake at the information I had just thrown at her. Carefully, I placed mine over hers. 

“Daenerys,” I said softly. “Breath. You’re fine, nothing has happened so far.” 

Slowly, I could feel her hands stop shaking and her breathing seemed to steady. 

“What do you mean so far?” 

I gave her hand an encouraging squeeze although, I can’t tell if it was for me or her. 

“Meaning, I can help you.” 

She looks at me, puzzled. 

“Daenerys, I can help you take the Iron Throne.” 

okayyyy so it's finally here after many rewrites. let me know if you guys liked the first person POV. its my first time writing it like this, typically i do second POV. more to come in later chapters. also, i will be changing a few things, nothing major. one personal head cannon that i have is that jon isn't really named aegon, but jaehaerys. makes a lil more sense in my brain. also, i'll maybe be using some info from the books. and if you guys have any suggestions with y/n's character and other stuff please feel free to let me know. don't worry there will be more story and character development in the coming chapters.

[two-white-butterflies]

my way, back home | aem. targaryen

Description: Aemond wants to build a big family with you. One that rivals his great-grandfather's. (the dance never happens)

Rating: Teen [fluff]

It was uncommon to see a wedding happen because of love. It was rare to see a wedding happen because of love and political advancement. You were lucky to have the latter.

It was a hot day in Kingslanding - like the many days before. Of course, your sons took it as a reason to go to Dragonstone - where the shores and the heat were more forgiving.

"At this rate we'll need to create a beach just for our children," Aemond mused, allowing the waves to kiss his ankles. "If there is enough coin in our coffers, maybe." you replied as he leaned down to peck your lips. "I always find a way," he hummed, sitting on the sand.

His hands trail down to your swollen belly. A babe of five moons, another price or princess for the realm to adore. "What do you think it'll be?" you inquired - staring deep into his eye. "A loved child," he replied - not caring for the gender. He was a relief to have in this world - a world where girls were viewed as liability.

You turned to the side - eyes narrowing to see the figure of your sons and their handmaidens properly. "Not too far, my darlings." you gently warn, seeing that the water was beginning to reach Rhaenar's shoulders. "Yes, mother." your youngest, Aenar, responded.

Aemond kept his hand on your stomach, rubbing slow circles while he watched his sons play in the waters. A small thought runs through his head - a plan and a vision of his life.

"You have been far too silent, my husband." you pointed out, using the cloth to dry your hair properly. "I have been thinking," he professed - taking a lazy sip of his dornish wine.

"Thinking about what?" you raised an eyebrow.

The sides of his lips turned upwards - slowly leaning towards a smile. He takes another sip of his wine, allowing the silence to permeate throughout the atmosphere. "I want more children with you," he stated and a playful laugh escapes your mouth.

"This one is yet to escape my womb, and you already plan to have a fifth?" your eyebrows bumped into each other. The pain of childbirth was great - but the joy of having a babe in your arms, it was greater. "And a sixth, a seventh and an eighth." he professed - already having a few names in mind for his heirs.

"Is this the wine speaking, or does the plan of replacing King Jaehaerys' records lay rampant in your head?" you accused, taking a step forward and sitting on his lap. His hands inch towards your belly again - seeing that it was it's perfect place. "I always intended it to be that way," he whispered - burying his face on your neck.

"But we won't be like them, you know that - right?" you frown, remembering his children's cruel fates. "We'll be better." you add with certainty. Your daughters will not be subjected to cruel matches - and your sons will be raised with vigor and love. Your daughters will know that their beauty increases their worth - and that it doesn't diminish their intellect. Your sons will know that they are not only meant to be princes and heirs - they can venture far.

"Yes," he answered, removing his hand from your belly - reaching for your jaw and merging your lips together.

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Behind the Scenes (04/05)

Behind the Acceptance

pairing: actor!aemond × fem!reader

summary: there are new changes for you and Aemond, he wants to rectify himself for past mistakes and you get used to your new life with the father of your son present.

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I'M SO SORRY!

i know the wait has been too much and you don't know how sorry i am. i experienced stress during my last week of uni before leaving for vacation and i got a new job, which consumes my time and i couldn't edit or do any writing, but i managed to find small times to write and that's why it's taken me so long. i appreciate your understanding, really🥺

I would like to wish you all merry christmas and a happy new year, my best wishes to all of you and also to your families, have a great time and God bless you all beautiful people, you are amazing and truly thank you for so much🥰

now yes, enjoy!

warnings: aemond dad melting our hearts and that's it:)

When Aemond told you to please go back to work and stop running away so that the two of you could face all this together, you didn't quite understand what he meant by 'go back to work'.

However, the next morning after waking up and starting to prepare breakfast for Aenar, you received an unexpected call that answered your question.

It's an unknown number so you accept the call with some caution.

"Y/N speaking? This is Michelle Watson, from the Warner Bros studio production department," she says and your heart jumps.

"Hello?"

You speak on the other end of the line, holding your phone to your ear.

It's HBO, who Aemond is working with right now and where you left your job thrown after unexpectedly meeting him again.

Nerves soon set in and you hold your breath, already feeling ashamed for leaving the shooting set like that without saying anything to anyone and creating a complete circus the moment Aemond called your name in the trailer in front of everyone.

"Yes, she speaks," you reply nervously.

"We want to inform you that despite what has happened, we understand it and the circumstances that led you to leave unexpectedly during your working hours," she tells you in a soft and formal voice, "And we will expect you tomorrow without any problem to resume work."

You frown completely, hesitate a little and blink several times in disbelief, not quite understanding.

"I'm sorry… what do you mean by resuming work?" you ask, barely able to contain your own surprise and disbelief.

"Some conversations took place," she explains, "Mr. Targaryen was quite insistent on convincing the production team to reconsider your situation. He advocated on your behalf, explained the circumstances and your entire track record as an excellent professional makeup artist so that you could continue to work with us."

With your lips parted and your eyes wide open, you are speechless for a moment, staring at a spot in your living room with your heart pounding, definitely not expecting to hear any of this after everything that has happened on this day.

You didn't even expect Aemond to decide to do this for you after everything that happened with him and Criston.

And just when you were starting to worry about how you were going to pay the rent for this apartment and even started to make a schedule in your mind to go get a job somewhere else tomorrow or even today.

"So if there's no problem and everything is fine with you, we'll expect you tomorrow at 7:00 A.M."

Completely speechless.

You can't even control your own heart rate.

But in spite of that, you can't help but feel a huge relief run through your entire body, where you still feel overwhelmed by the generosity and gesture of trust they are offering you, but you definitely feel completely relieved and grateful.

"Yes, yes, of course," you hasten to say, trying to control your emotions, "I'll be there. Thank you so much."

They give you a few more details, you ask few more questions and finally end the call, which leaves you with mixed emotions as you silently contemplate that you still have this new possibility of a better life for you and Aenar.

But you also think about Aemond.

And you will also wait to see how Aemond's integration into your son's little life will be now.

You really appreciate this gesture, you know that only he can do something like this with his influence and connections.

And in fact it gives you the confidence that he will keep his word that no one else will interfere in your and Aenar's life, only the two of you will make the decisions.

Arriving at the recording set, you leave Aenar in the nursery and then you enter the corridors of the whole big production, which is buzzing with its usual atmosphere with its twinkling lights, technical equipment with the huge cameras, microphones and all the sets ready.

You honestly feel nervous knowing that tomorrow you and Aemond will be working in the same place again, like in the old days.

But that's why you try to be as prepared as possible and you won't let all kinds of personal matters interfere with your work.

And once you arrive, you take a moment, take a deep breath and push open the door, where that familiar atmosphere once again envelops you.

You don't even know why but your heart is pounding as you walk down the halls and every step leads you to your area, the makeup and wardrobe trailer.

You assume it's out of shame after what happened yesterday.

Unfortunately your entrance doesn't go unnoticed and as you close the door behind you as you walk just a little into the trailer, some curious faces turn to see you, including Jess, who stops her usual routine and rushes over to you, her eyes wide with surprise.

You hug her back gently, feeling relieved and less tense by the warm welcome from Jess who, even though the two of you don't know each other very well, she actually seems like a very nice person and her personality shows you that.

"Ah Y/N, what a relief to see you again!"

She exclaims with her tone full of joy.

"God, I thought you wouldn't come back," she says as she hugs you excitedly, providing you with some comfort.

"I'm so sorry about yesterday," you say with a regretful gesture and you both break the hug, "I shouldn't have left like that and you don't know how embarrassed I feel. I'm really sorry."

"Oh no, don't worry about it," she assures you instantly, making a nonchalant gesture, "That's all in the past. The important thing is that you're back and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it," she comforts you with a small smile, "We have a lot of work to do today and we need to get you up to speed right away."

Jess, full of energy, ushers you further into the trailer while you greet your other co-workers. Then she explains the day's itinerary precisely, pointing out schedules, wardrobe changes and other important details.

All the while you nod, thanking her for her guidance and trying to keep up. In the midst of all the preparations, the huge door opens again and Aemond is now the one who makes his presence known.

Your gaze meets his and you see the obvious and unexpected surprise in his eyes at seeing you again, but there's not much reaction from either of you as instantly the makeup artists call him over and guide him to start prepping him for today's filming scenes.

And Jess also takes your arm, guiding you to the back of the trailer where the dressing rooms are located explaining what you will be doing, forcing you to look away from him.

And you can only feel Aemond's gaze on you until he loses sight of you.

Jess continues to explain to you, but you can't help but think and wonder certain things, like if everyone here, even Jess, knows about you and Aemond... what you once were and that you have a child together.

The behavior of both of you yesterday was very obvious, that's what you would think if you were an expectant one, so surely there must be some speculation.

And at that moment you remind yourself that your priority right now is your work and that the personal should be kept out of your work environment, so you shouldn't even think about it.

Finally you focus on following Jess's directions, putting aside distractions and preparing for the day.

Jess leaves you alone to take care of her own work and you start with yours, where you spend about an hour still in the back of the trailer, where you check and prepare the costumes that already have to be ready for the scenes that will be filmed soon.

When in the middle of everything, you hear some footsteps approaching behind you and thinking it must be one of the other actors or one of your co-workers, you turn around and the first thing you notice is that silver hair.

Aemond enters this section of the trailer a little unsure, without saying anything, while you also watch him without saying anything.

He is ready to record his scenes with that scar on the left side of his face that his character has and he only lacks the costume.

Until finally he speaks first.

You knew that having a conversation with him again would happen soon, so you're not surprised.

But for a moment there is a tense silence and a slight nervousness and insecurity on the part of both of them, where a clash of emotions is reflected in each other's gazes.

"Hey," he says in a soft, low voice, taking a couple of steps towards you.

You try to smile a little in his direction, not knowing exactly what to say or what to do.

"Hey," you wave back.

There is an awkward pause before Aemond again takes the initiative, taking a few cautious and slow steps towards you.

You bite your lips and lower your gaze for a moment, as he puts a hand to the back of his neck and looks so insecure and nervous standing there, surprising you a bit, as that behavior in him is unusual.

He usually always has that confident attitude in everything he says and does.

"I'm glad you're back," he admits to you, his low tone full of sincerity, "It's good to see you around again."

His words and that friendly gesture take you a bit by surprise, and although you still feel overwhelmed by the unexpected situation, you appreciate the way he is leading in handling all of this to start working together for Aenar's well-being, leaving past tensions behind.

"Thank you," you reply, feeling that sense of relief in your chest again, "Oh, hum… and thank you for talking to production so I could come back," you say a little shyly but gratefully, "You didn't have to."

He lets out a scoff in a nonchalant and also absurd gesture, frowning slightly his nose and forehead.

"Please, it was the least I could do," he tells you softly and with a warm tone, "Besides, it was nothing. I was just afraid you'd decide not to come back."

You hum in understanding.

"I thought about that," you confess to him, lowering your gaze for a moment, "But things were going to be easier for both of us with Aenar if I came back here," you explain, "Still, it was a very kind gesture of you."

Aemond nods, his gaze conveying a mixture of emotions that reflect both relief to see you back here, understanding, and also regret for the past that still haunts him. But he doesn't let those thoughts invade him too much at that moment.

Again there is silence in between for a few seconds, when he speaks again.

"How is Aenar?" he asks in a voice charged with a mixture of happiness, nostalgia and longing for his son.

"He's fine," you say in a soft voice, "He's in the studio nursery. Mary takes very good care of him," you add, wanting to reassure him that his son is being properly cared for.

He nods slowly, humming in response, trying to hide the intensity of his emotions in his gaze.

"That's good, I'm glad to hear that," he replies, vulnerability in his tone and gaze.

The air between the two of you still lingers, charged with emotions that neither of you dares to express openly. However, taking advantage of the conversation, Aemond decides to propose something.

He just met him yesterday and can't wait to see him again, to be in his company.

Yesterday's hours were simply not enough. And knowing that his son is well brings him relief and a feeling he hasn't experienced before since he found out he is a father.

"If you want, I can pay for a trusted babysitter for him," he offers and this gets your full attention, "I'm just saying… so you don't always have to bring him with you to work," he says with a hesitation, his tone betraying his insecurity about his proposal.

You remain silent for a moment, not knowing what exactly to say, in fact processing the unexpected offer. And Aemond can't help but feel even more unnerved by your silence.

"I-I… I don't know," you murmur, hesitant.

This nursery in the set is at least in the same place as you and that gives you relief that whatever happens, you can rush to him right away.

The idea of a babysitter strikes you as a mixture of relief and concern.

In the morning you'd have more time getting ready to come to work and it wouldn't be as much of a burden on you, yet you've never left someone to take care of Aenar while you're away.

But leaving him at home and coming all the way here to work, that causes you hesitation, besides the fact that you have to know the person who will take care of your child perfectly, as well as have confidence in her, above all.

"Only if that makes you feel more comfortable," Aemond adds softly, "But if that's not what you want, that's fine."

You bite your lips, feeling uneasy at the thought of someone else caring for your son and having him away when you're working.

"And you know someone who might be trustworthy?" you ask attentively and still with hesitation in your gaze.

"Yes," he tells you immediately, softly, "Rhaenyra has an army of babysitters to take care of my younger nephews. I can ask her for help with that and I know she'll say yes," he assures you.

"And they are professional babysitters?"

"Yeah, yeah, Nyra is also very careful with the selection and the babysitters she has hired have years of experience and so far several of them have worked with her for a few years now."

And after a moment's reflection, you agree.

And as convincing as the information is, still a mixture of worry and resignation envelopes your body.

But you knew that sooner or later you would have to face the situation of balancing your job with the responsibility of caring for your little one, accepting the idea that you won't always be able to have him with you.

"All right," you nod to him, "But I'd like to do some interviews first."

"Yeah, of course. I'll take care of that, don't worry," he says softly, nodding to you and you nod back.

"Thank you, Aemond."

"You don't have to thank me, Y/N, it's for our son. And if he or you need anything, please just let me know."

Seeing Aemond so willing to be a present father and his desire to be involved in his son's life, to some extent relieves you and surprises you a little, clearly because of what happened at first when you found out you were pregnant.

But so far… he has really shown you that he wants to be present and without having Criston and all his team around anymore.

The slight tension in the air is felt again as you and he continue to navigate the terrain of this new dynamic, which feels a little weird and you feel very nervous, though you don't even know why, while he at all times seems unsure.

And in an attempt to diffuse the tension, now you're the one who speaks first.

"Okay," you nod, "And if you…" you try to say a little nervously and with some caution and insecurity, "If you want to go see Aenar at the nursery or even at the apartment, you can," you assure him with a soft tone, "I never said you couldn't visit him and I don't plan to take that right away from you."

Vulnerability is reflected both in your words and in Aemond's expression, who with his soft face and with his gaze full of various emotions, places a small gentle smile on his lips.

"I'd love that."

Your words mean more to him than you probably realize. That sincere gesture of openness on your part, Aemond deeply appreciates.

Just as he appreciates that the conversation has reached a level of understanding and cooperation that neither of you had anticipated, but that you definitely appreciate. It doesn't end there yet, though.

"Can I ask you something?"

You nod, with no problem.

"Sure."

"What will you be leaving work on when your shift is over with Aenar?" he tells you interested and attentive.

"Um… well, yesterday I took the bus," you explain, considering that just yesterday was supposedly your first day, "And I had already planned that if I finished late, I'd take an Uber. Like now in the morning I was running a little late and took an Uber," you reply, trying to explain your transportation routine.

In fact there is nothing wrong with moving this way, many people do it, besides you don't have many options.

But that's what Aemond doesn't want, he wants to make your life a little easier, especially since Aenar lives with you and he doesn't want to risk something bad happening to both of you one day with public transport.

"Well, if you want, I can take the two of you," he also offers without hesitation, "Or if it seems too much, I can ask my driver to pick you up and take you wherever you need to go, without problem," he assures you, "I just don't want you to move that way with Aenar or by yourself."

This new unexpected offer from Aemond also surprises you, that you even think about turning him down, telling him it's not necessary.

Mostly you see it from Aenar's safety side.

But his concern is genuine and also you know that then moving you will start to be a problem.

You know you can't afford Uber every day, the fares aren't exactly cheap and there are other needs you have to take care of, besides taking the bus late could be dangerous.

"Well…" you look at him hesitantly and a little embarrassed, "You won't have a problem with that?"

"No, of course not," he answers you instantly.

You nod in his direction, grateful for his consideration.

"Yes, it's fine and seriously thank you for this too," you can't help but say, "Sometimes transport is complicated."

"Don't worry, it's fine."

He is about to say something else when a third voice interrupts him, entering the same space as you.

"Yeah, I know, sorry, I'm already on it," he assures her instantly.

"Aemond, are you ready now?"

Enters one of your co-workers, watching him intently and instantly with concern at the sight of him still in his civilian clothes.

"For God's sake, why aren't you dressed yet? Your scene is going to shoot in less than fifteen minutes!"

"I'll be back in ten minutes. Hurry up, please," the worried girl says and hurries away.

You instantly at that moment decide that the two of you can talk later and hand him his clothes from the scene he'll be shooting soon and he thanks you, heading for one of the small dressing rooms quickly.

When he finishes putting on his clothes, you quickly help him look perfect for filming the scene.

"I'll be seeing you," he tells you before leaving and you nod.

"Sure."

And from that moment on, over the next few days, everything changes as much for Aemond as it does for you.

He kept his word to drive you and Aenar back home every time your shift ended. And if he was still filming scenes, he would send his driver to take you instead of him, also to bring you in the mornings.

The relationship is cordial and collaborative and while there is no romantic reconciliation involved, there is a determination to build a more stable and secure future for Aenar, as well as prioritizing his well-being above all else.

At work, too, the dynamic between the two of you changes completely. Communication is professional, as it should be, but in every interaction there is a complicity that seems to have evolved.

There is a quiet understanding, a new focus on cooperation and mutual respect that is taking shape.

Also Aemond kept his word to hire a fully trusted babysitter and while he took care of that, sometimes you found him in the nursery with Aenar, keeping him company and playing with him.

At first this caused you some noise and also confusion, since Aemond is under the public eye spending quality time with his son and doesn't bother to hide it, so you wondered if already everyone working here, also Aemond's co-workers, knows that he has a son with you.

Again that sight couldn't help but make you smile with a certain nostalgic look, watching the interaction of those two silver-haired heads in their own world.

But it made you feel happy to see your little boy laughing and playing with his father.

And if so, you doubt that it will come out soon, because working in this production of whatever position, there is a confidentiality contract for everything, even for the personal life of the actors.

But when the shooting of this show is over, everyone is probably going to know about it. Although it seems that Aemond doesn't even think about it and doesn't really care.

So you decide not to ask him anything about it and how Criston and his whole team is going to take it.

You honestly don't know what Aemond has done with him, what they have talked about and what exactly happened for him to leave you and Aenar alone.

And you don't want to know. You've had enough of him and everything he did to you. And fortunately you live in peace and feel safe to have Aemond on your side this time.

And before you can say anything, Aemond steps forward with a soft little smile.

When one day on your day off you find yourself making dinner while Aenar watches his favorite cartoon in the living room and you supervise him occasionally from where you are, there's a knock at the door.

You're traumatized with the thought that maybe it's Criston and something bad is going to happen, but when you open the door you find Aemond with a woman by his side.

"Hey."

"Hi," you try to smile, a little confused.

"Are you busy? I-I didn't know and thought I'd just come over," he says, "And I'd let you know but I don't have your number or-or something."

"No, no, it's fine, I'm just making dinner," you hasten to say.

"I came because I wanted to introduce you to Elinda Massey," he tells you, pointing to the woman next to him and she looks at you with a warm smile, "One of the babysitters Rhaenyra recommended to me to take care of Aenar."

"Oh," you nod, now understanding.

You watch Elinda and she radiates warmth and assurance in her gaze, instantly feeling comfortable with her presence.

"It's nice to meet you, Elinda," you say with a small smile, extending your hand to her.

"Same to you, Y/N," she replies, shaking his hand with yours, "Aemond has told me so much about you and Aenar. I'm very excited to meet him as well."

Aemond beside her nods, his expression calm.

"Elinda is professional and very experienced. I wanted to introduce you to her and thought maybe we could do a little interview together, just to get to know her and see how she gets along with Aenar."

You instantly nod again.

"Oh yeah, yeah, sure, come on in," you step aside, allowing them to pass, "Aenar is watching his favorite cartoon," you say as you close the door behind you.

Aemond instantly walks towards him, making a sound of surprise, catching his attention and Aenar instantly notices him, smiling big at the sight of him, his huge blue eyes lighting up and reaching out his little arms towards him.

Both you and Aemond know Elinda better and you realize that she is a woman who has all the necessary experience and training. Besides the fact that when she approaches Aenar, he instantly laughs and plays with her.

Aemond laughs and takes him in his arms, starting to leave a bunch of kisses on his huge chubby cheeks, making him laugh as he holds him against his chest and speaks to him in a honeyed tone.

And you again can't help but smile as you watch the scene.

There is still that feeling of worry in you knowing that you will have to leave Aenar in someone else's care.

But Elinda shows you so much in so few hours, she tells you about her experience, shows you letters of recommendation, first aid certificates, as well as other care and Aenar has fun with her.

Aemond stays a few more moments in Aenar's company, playing games and watching the cartoons he likes, while you finish dinner and cleaning the kitchen.

The three of you establish a work schedule for her, as well as you tell her some recommendations and observations regarding Aenar.

And once everything is ready and clarified, she leaves and Aemond tells you that he has already taken care of all the payment details with her.

Every now and then you hear how Aemond asks him questions in a honeyed tone and repeats the same expressions he does when he sees his favorite character on TV, and then both start laughing.

Those sounds, the sound of your son's laughter and also Aemond's expressions, unconsciously make you smile and you watch from the kitchen as Aemond makes funny gestures or faces to make him laugh and attacks him with a lot of kisses all over his face or tickles.

Then you walk him to the door once he is ready to leave.

And there the two of them make themselves comfortable on the couch, eventually Aenar falls asleep on Aemond's lap, his back and head against his chest. He cautiously gets up holding him gently and puts him to sleep, while you thank him.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot," he says stopping in front of the door and turns to you, "This is for you."

You see him take his wallet from his back pocket and inside it, he pulls out what appears to be a black card and holds it out to you. This catches your attention and also confuses you, taking the card with that confusion, not understanding.

And only when you take a good look at it in your hands do you realize that it is a bank card.

"It's yours."

He says and you frown more, then raise your gaze to him asking for an explanation.

"I can only send money to it, I don't have direct access. You'll get the PIN from the bank, tomorrow after the shoot, I'll take you to activate it," he tells you, "You know, it's in case you need money to buy something for Aenar or for you, whatever you need."

Then when you fully understand the explanation and the purpose of this, you start to panic.

"Aemond—

You try to say feeling the lump in your throat and your heart starting to pound.

"I know I didn't tell you about this, but please, I want to do it," he interrupts you with a pleading tone so you won't reject him or reproach him about it, "Besides, this is necessary. Sometimes I will have to travel to other cities for shootings or events and I won't be able to see you or him and I want to make sure you don't lack anything. So just accept it, please."

"But—

"Please," he insists.

This really seems too much to you and you have an idea of the amount of money the card must already have. And no… in spite of everything, you don't want to accept this and feel that you are taking advantage of him.

You watch him still with hesitation and worry on your face, tension hanging in the air as you and he stand in complete silence, saying nothing for a few seconds.

You look back down at the card in your hands and Aemond follows your gaze, both of you standing face to face.

And it just seems that Aemond reads your thoughts by the hesitation and insecurity on your face.

"If you don't want to use it to also buy things for yourself, use it just to buy Aenar whatever he needs," he tells you softly, "After all, I was going to do this sooner or later, wasn't I? It's my responsibility to make sure he doesn't lack anything and that's what I'm going to do."

You let out a long breath, beginning to feel less of the weight of the luxurious and clearly exclusive black card in your hands, with his words beginning to soften your chest at the mention of Aenar.

"Fine," you mutter finally, letting out a sigh and raising your gaze to him, "B-but I'll only use it for things that Ae-

This gesture from Aemond is a clear sign of concern and responsibility he feels towards you and his son. And you truly feel that genuine desire that he wants to contribute for the welfare of both of you.

You try to clarify but he quickly speaks up.

"Yeah, okay," he nods at you, "Don't worry. Just… use it."

You nod again.

"Thank you, Aemond."

A slight flicker of concern appears in his gaze and he quickly tries to be able to struggle to find the right words to be able to explain himself so you don't misunderstand him.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm trying to—

"No, no, I don't think so," you tell him softly, with understanding, "This…" you look back down at the card in your hands and let out a sigh, "This is actually necessary and very helpful…. you really don't know how much I appreciated it."

He nods, his expression relieving a bit as he sees your behavior and also as you accept his support.

"Easy, it's okay," he assures you in a soft murmur.

"Also…" he starts to say with some nervousness but definitely more confident, "I wanted to ask you if you have social security for Aenar and you," he says with a serene expression, looking directly at you.

Again silence settles between the two of you but the air is different, calmer and less tense, feeling the mutual understanding.

And Aemond, after the two of you say nothing for another long few seconds, thinks it best to talk at this point about another plan he has in mind.

This also immediately catches your attention and you watch him warily, tilting your head to one side and starting to get an incredulous look on your face.

"You're not seriously thinking that—

"Y/N, please," he interrupts you, "This is no problem for me, really," he insists, "I just need to know."

"But—

"This is also important and I can pay for it."

"But it's a lot of money and I don't think—

"Do you really think I'll let you and Aenar go through life without being covered?" he asks you incredulously, "I can handle this. I really can."

His words continue to reflect that genuine commitment and you, despite your concern, feel something warm invade your chest, especially the gentle and willing way he is looking at you.

After all that has happened, seeing Aemond so determined to contribute to your son's well-being gives you a new hope and opportunity for Aenar's future.

The costs are too much, nothing you could really afford, not even for Aenar, since your salary was not much and had to cover other needs. You couldn't even afford it on your current salary.

You have always worked very hard to try to give Aenar everything he needs. Among them, paying for a social insurance for him, in case of anything.

But you could never afford it.

And that suddenly Aemond is offering it to you so easily, clearly because he can afford it, you feel somewhat overwhelmed and also feel that it is too much.

"And you're completely—

"Yes, I am," he interrupts you again, being very clear and honest with you, "This won't be any trouble, really," he assures you.

You want to tell him thank you, but the words get stuck in your throat. However, Aemond sees the gratitude is visible in your gaze, along with your concern and how you find yourself overthinking it.

So he just gives you a look of understanding and total reassurance.

"I'll be leaving. You need to rest. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

You let out a long breath, bite your lips and nod in his direction.

"Okay."

"Good night," he says softly as he opens the apartment door again.

"Good night. Drive safe."

Lately the days have been more… peaceful.

But as the days progressed, you realized that it was useless to feel that way because when you returned to the apartment, everything was absolutely fine. And also everything is easier when you transport yourself with Aemond's help or with the help of his driver.

Having Elinda as a babysitter, your mornings are easier and she does an excellent job with Aenar, so you have nothing to worry about.

At first you would leave home feeling horrible and your whole body tense, always alert to your phone and exaggeratedly paranoid.

Aemond also one day told you the same thing, that lately things have been quiet, even the recordings have not been heavy for him compared to other days or other jobs.

And for the same reason that he is busy filming, he hasn't attended any events or interviews, that happens rather after he finishes filming a new show or movie and there is still time left for that.

Aemond drives in silence and the soft background music on low volume fills the entire interior of the car while you watch the city through the windows and Aenar sleeps secured in one of the back seats.

So on this one day and for one occasion only, Elinda had an important commitment that she couldn't postpone, so she didn't show up for work and you didn't have any problem, since you can bring Aenar to the nursery on the set.

And now it is Aemond who is driving them home after your shift ended almost at the same time he finished filming his scenes.

He and you haven't talked much during the whole drive, only about work, but even so the silence is comfortable and you can't wait to get home to cook a nice dinner.

The cityscape soon transforms into familiar and somewhat… careless streets, as you approach to your apartment.

He parks in front of your building and watches you.

You know this isn't a luxurious area and there's a lot of detail to look at, but it's what you can afford right now.

And that's just what Aemond thinks as he looks around the neighborhood, hating to leave you and Aenar here when he can get you a much better place. But he knows you'll say no.

"Will you stay here any longer?" he asks you softly, "I mean, will you continue to pay rent?"

"For now yes," you nod to him, "I'm saving up to move to a better place, to an apartment in a different area and that's close to work," you let him know, "It's just taking time because of my paycheck."

Aemond stares at you intently for a moment, thinking and pondering your words, with a thoughtful look on his face, while you make sure you have all your belongings with you before getting out of the car and carrying Aenar.

And just as he is about to speak, a familiar sound interrupts him and his son's crying is heard throughout the car.

You follow him too with all your things in hand, walking over to both of them.

You quickly turn to him to attend to him, trying to calm him down, while Aemond reacts and quickly gets out of the car to open the door to the back seats.

It takes him a little while to unfasten the seat belts, but once he's finished he takes him in his arms and whispers comforting words in his ear to make him stop crying.

"Shh, my little one," Aemond whispers, holding him against his chest and stroking his silver hair, "Hey, it's okay, it's okay," he murmurs, leaving a soft kiss on his forehead.

You move to his side and run one of your hands over his wet cheeks, watching you for a moment with teary blue eyes only to close them tightly and continue crying.

"Either he wants to sleep in his room or he's hungry," you say, stroking his face to try to calm him as well.

"He didn't eat?" he asks you attentively.

"Yes, Mary said yes."

"Then he wants to sleep," he says, trying to wipe the dried tears from his cheeks, "Come on upstairs, I'll take him," he tells you and you nod.

All the while Aemond tries to comfort him until they reach the door of your apartment, but when he lays him down in his crib, Aenar cries more and he carefully holds him in his arms again, trying to soothe him while you quickly stop in the kitchen and prepare a baby bottle, hoping it will help.

And when you hand it to Aemond, he stands gently pacing around the room holding Aenar with one arm while the other hand holds the baby ottle for him against his mouth, hoping it will soothe him and he will fall asleep.

You take the bottle and Aemond carefully lays him down to sleep in his crib, leaving a soft kiss on his forehead to finally let him rest.

Aenar eventually calms down as he drinks from the baby bottle and watches with his blue eyes Aemond above him, who is still gently walking him around the room.

And little by little, wrapped in the safety of Aemond's arms, he falls asleep.

He sits up and turns to you, where you both look at each other without saying anything for a moment, sharing a silent connection.

"Thank you," you whisper to him.

"Don't worry," he says back to you in the same way.

Together you leave Aenar's room without a sound and gently close the door.

That night Aemond drives to his apartment with a new thought in mind, one of which is to always provide a better life for you and Aenar.

That's why, without telling you anything and taking advantage of the fact that it's your day off, he manages to leave the recording set early, he tells you to accompany him to the mall to buy new clothes for Aenar and you accept without thinking about anything else.

During the ride, so far you haven't questioned him about anything and that relieves him, but when you finally pay attention to the streets he is driving through, that's when your confusion appears and Aemond is thankful that you are about to arrive at the real place he wants to take you.

"I don't think there's a shopping mall around here, Aemond," you tell him confused, watching the streets carefully.

You realize that he is actually driving through a private residential neighborhood, with the streets lined with luxurious homes or rather mansions that would catch anyone's attention and you are clearly no exception.

And remembering your locations, you can tell that this neighborhood belongs to the Visenya Hill area, the most exclusive and prestigious area of King's Landing.

"Aemond, where are we going?" you look at him completely confused and questioning.

"I want to show you something," he tells you without giving you any more detail, generating more confusion and despair in you.

"But you said we were going to the mall."

"I know, but I lied to you," he says with some regret and you frown, "If I told you I wanted to show you a house where you can live with Aenar, you wouldn't have come."

"What?"

You inquire in your completely incredulous, serious and questioning voice, watching him with your eyes wide open.

"Surely you're joking," you tell him absurdly, shaking in his direction and watching him completely intently and seriously, really wanting to believe this is a joke.

"No, I'm not," he says letting out a small laugh, watching you for a moment to turn his gaze back to the road.

"Aemond," you start trying to warn him, serious.

"We're here," he announces out of nowhere, alerting you more fully.

You watch with your lips parted and completely attentive at all the windows, as the car comes to a stop in front of an impressive house, whose high ceilings and elegant white columns stand out in the neighborhood.

The front garden with the green lawn, a beautiful fountain and flowering bushes only make it stand out more, besides the elegant entrance, its huge windows and the dimension of the whole house that makes you continue to stare at everything with your mouth open.

In comparison, Aemond looks at the house with a hopeful expression and feeling genuinely happy and excited. But at the same time, he is worried about your attitude and what you will tell him about all this.

At first you refuse to get out of the car, still incredulous and surprised, telling him this is crazy, but Aemond makes you get out and also gets Aenar down from the back seats, instantly on this rare occasion preferring your arms instead of his father's.

"Aemond," you try to say, worried and still unable to believe it.

"Easy. Come," he tells you completely unconcerned, leading you to the entrance of the house.

You observe everything, unable to help yourself, as there is even furniture and everything looks too expensive but too beautiful at the same time.

You watch as he holds the fucking key in his hand and opens the beautiful, gigantic door for you, without giving you a chance to say anything else.

And as you enter, the entire interior of the house spreads out in front of you, illuminated by the daylight filtering through the windows and highlighting every majestic detail of the property.

The simple entrance is large with a crystal chandelier above you hanging from the high ceiling, the living room is spacious and there is also a small decorative fountain. Further on there is another living room that you can observe from the spacious and eye-catching kitchen.

And the entire upstairs also completely grabs your attention, having three huge bedrooms, the master bedroom being the largest of them all, each with its own bathroom and closet.

The bathroom down here is ridiculously large for a bathroom. The pantry is also a ridiculously large room for a pantry.

The garden is lovely and has a swimming pool which, according to Aemond, can be automatically closed off for Aenar's security. There is a laundry and drying room as well.

"It's perfect, don't you think?"

Aemond tells you slightly excited as you walk down the stairs behind him, with Aenar in your arms and who also looks at everything around him with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Work is nearby, my apartment is nearby and Elinda has come to this area to work before, so it won't be a problem," he tells you with that little smile, turning to you, looking with that gleam of hope compared to you.

He clearly expects the same reaction from you and even having already seen the house, you let out a sigh and look at him with a serious and confused expression.

"Aemond, what do you think you're doing?"

"Well, it's for you," he tells you, pointing to everything around him, still not seeing how much this is costing you, "It's perfect for you and Aenar. And a chance for him to live and grow up in a nice, spacious, safe place."

You are speechless for a moment, feeling that heaviness in your chest and your heart pounding as you press your lips together and briefly observe everything around you again.

"Everything will be taken care of by me, you won't have to worry about anything," he assures you softly, "Aenar's room is big, the kitchen is big, there are two living rooms and..." he shrugs, "Like I told you, everything is close by."

"Tell me you haven't already bought all this," you say slightly concerned.

And then all emotion from Aemond slowly fades.

"But why? What is it that—

"Aemond, this is too much," you interrupt him incredulously, shock in your eyes, "How do you think I'm just going to accept this just like that?"

He steps closer, with the slight concern in his gaze, trying to convey calm, but his eye reflects the urgency of his purpose.

"Y/N, please. I only want what's best for you and Aenar. Besides, you said you're moving soon and—

"Yes but to an apartment, not a house that costs millions of dollars," you tell him absurdly.

"Yes, I know, but—" he bites his lips, nervous, "I wanted to do this. I wanted to give this to you and Aenar," he says insistent, "A safe place in a quiet neighborhood, where you can also have your space without having to worry anymore."

You shake your head.

"But—

"Look, just..." he tries to find the right words, trying to work on your willing attitude for not accepting this, "Consider it, yes?" he insist, "You don't have to make a decision right now, for now I just wanted to show you around, nothing more," he says calmly, though you know that behind that calmness is an obvious longing.

"But it's just that this is too much and... no," you look at him with slight concern, "I don't need to consider it because no matter how much I think about it, my answer is no."

"Aemond, this..." you begin to say with restrained sadness, hesitating, "This won't change the past. This won't make it so I can forgive you," you tell him resignedly, "This isn't about me and Aenar, it's about Aenar nothing else and her well being," you tell him in a broken voice, "But this... this house... it's too much."

"Y/N..." he says, taking a couple more steps towards you, wary, "Two years ago, I was the worst shitty boyfriend," he says with sadness and regret, "I had to support you, be there for you completely, I shouldn't have let Criston talk me into his plans, accept in the beginning to hide you and hide my responsibility."

He says as he looks nostalgic at Aenar in your arms.

"And now that you've given me this second chance, I just want to make things right....I want to do what I should have done in the beginning."

Aemond's expression, although he himself tries to remain expressionless, still feels as if he has been hit hard in the stomach when he hears your words.

And all illusion disappears, as well as his enthusiasm.

He resignedly steps back, leaving a space between you and him, not wanting to overwhelm you any more than he already has.

He thought this would be a good idea, that by the time the three of you were here, looking forward to the idea of a new home, you would understand and accept.

But there are still many open wounds from the past and he knows they cannot be healed with these sudden gestures.

"I know, it's just that I-I..." he tries to say with his voice laden with regret and deep remorse," I didn't expect this... a house or an apology to just fix things," he says sincerely and with disappointment, "I just wanted to give Aenar stability and offer you a safe place for the both of you, give you a better life."

Silence envelops you both, dense and charged with mixed emotions.

Aemond tries to find some sign on your face, wanting you to see his true intention, longing for some small indication of hope or acceptance.

And you feel the overwhelming weight of responsibility and emotions inside you. All of this is tempting, though your heart is still scarred by past pain and also distrust. And you are torn between caution and the opportunity to give Aenar the stability he deserves.

Aemond remains silent, respecting your space and your time to process the situation. But the indecision in you is all too obvious.

"Y/N, I promise you that all this is for Aenar and nothing else," he tells you seriously and sincerely, "I promise I won't try anything, except to take care of him and make sure he lacks nothing," he insists, "At least stay in this house until he grows up a little more and if you still think it's too much, we can find a smaller place," he proposes.

His words are left floating in the air, while you continue to think too hard. His proposal echoing in your mind, plunging you into a sea of thoughts, with indecision.

Aemond seems to have put his heart on the table, but your emotions continue to struggle between caution and hope, as you cannot ignore the possibility of offering Aenar a more secure and stable life, which is all you wish for him since you could not give him that at the beginning.

And it is also what Aemond desires, that is why he is so insistent and you see his true intention to give this to Aenar, without any other intentions in between.

But is it right to trust him again? What if Criston and his team try to intervene again? This time they would do it more easily.

Maybe it can be different this time.

You honestly feel like you're taking a big risk by agreeing. It's a big bet to open your life and Aenar's to this new opportunity, but you also see how he's striving to give you something better.

And that's exactly what has you questioning and wondering: should I give this a chance?

"All right," you finally say in a soft voice with a mixture of nervousness, "But only for Aenar."

Aemond looks at you with surprise and hope.

"Really?"

You nod, swallowing hard and Aemond lets out a long breath, visibly relieved and then, avoiding smiling big, takes the house key from his front pocket and holds it out to you, to which you take it a little confused.

"Don't you have to give it to the real estate agent?"

"Actually, I already bought it," he says with a nervous but innocent gesture at the same time, scratching the back of his neck, "Well, I haven't paid the whole amount, but I've paid most of it. So it's yours."

Seven fucking Hells.

You can't help but think as you close your eyes for a moment and let out a sigh, unable to believe it.

The new house soon began to have that warmth the moment you started settling in with Aenar. Every room radiates a sense of peace and comfort that you haven't experienced in a long time.

The move wasn't difficult at all, the only thing you had to transport from the old apartment with the help of Aemond and his driver was your clothes, Aenar's clothes, her toys and her crib, nothing else.

The house already had furniture, beds, decorations and even televisions already installed.

The high ceilings allow natural light to flood in, while the white walls set off the black and gray furniture and Aenar toys, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

Aemond builds Lego block forts together with him, buys him toy dragons, cars, stuffed animals and they both watch Aenar's favorite cartoon or movies, getting cozy on the shag carpet or on the couch.

Because Aemond's apartment is close by, his commitment is more accessible, so there is never a day that goes by that he doesn't visit Aenar.

Special moments between father and son are spent in the living room, where toys scattered on the floor become Aenar's playroom area.

Also some evenings the three of you have dinner together, where Aemond offers to feed Aenar and eventually the dining room fills with laughter and smiles as you focus on him.

The backyard also becomes a realm of adventure, where they both even plan picnics and invite you over.

They also both sometimes spend afternoons exploring with laughter and playing with the plastic cars on the lawn where Aenar imitates the sounds Aemond makes from a car.

The new house is filled with happy and warm moments, forming the perfect setting for Aenar to begin to grow up, having both of his parents looking after him.

The proximity of work and Aemond's apartment made the daily routine easier. The routes are short and convenient, allowing more time to enjoy time together.

And above all you definitely feel more at ease having Elinda taking care of Aenar while you are considerably closer to home from the set.

When one day at night, you had already received a message from Aemond telling you that he would be a little late to visit Aenar, as usual, and you replied that it was fine, even though tomorrow is your day off and you have no problem with sleeping late.

But the clock is almost half past eleven at night and you think he is not going to arrive, when just at that moment you hear the doorbell ring and you go to the door, checking from the IPad the cameras of a program that Aemond installed to record Aenar while he sleeps and also monitors in case of anything and so you can make sure he is okay.

And finally you open the door, watching Aemond carefully.

"I thought you weren't coming anymore," you tell him in a low, warm tone, but also worried.

Aemond nods, letting out a sigh.

"I finished later than I thought. It was a hard day," he tells you heavily.

You nod softly and understandingly, stepping aside to let him pass.

"Aenar is already asleep."

"Yes, that's what i thought," he says calmly, "But it doesn't matter, I won't wake him up, I just want to see him," he watches you with tired eye, "You should go to sleep too," he says as he places one of his hands gently on your shoulder, "I'll lock up and set the alarm when I leave."

Hesitation shows on your face for a moment, watching him intently and with a flash of concern.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry," he nods at you with a small soft smile, "Go get some rest, I'll take care of it."

"Fine, but anything tell me, no matter what it is, okay?"

"Okay."

With a soft nod, you both head up the stairs and down the hallway to the rooms, you wave goodbye to him before entering your room and he enters Aenar's room.

And once in your room, you cover yourself with your sheets and thinking that you would fall asleep the moment you were in the comfort of your bed, you suddenly stare at the ceiling for a long time unable to close your eyes and clearly unable to sleep.

He hasn't left yet, as you haven't heard that soft 'click' of the door or his footsteps in the hallway walking away.

You try to find sleep any way you can, but the thought that Aemond is still in the house is what keeps you awake.

And it's not because you don't trust him, on the contrary, you look at the time and feel remorseful and worried that he has to drive back to his apartment so late.

Minutes pass and suddenly you find yourself restless, sleep refusing to invade you. So with quiet steps, you approach Aenar's room, where the dim light of a night lamp reflects through the frame below the door.

Carefully and determined, you gently open the door, first peeking your head and then your body, catching the attention of Aemond who turns his head towards you, sitting near Aenar's crib and gently and very lightly stroking his hair so as not to wake him with a look of affection that does not leave his face despite the interruption.

"Can't you sleep?" he whispers to you, watching you with a soft gaze.

You nod softly, folding your arms as you look down at sleeping Aenar with palpable tenderness.

"It's late and I thought maybe... if you want, you can sleep here," you say with a warm tone but your hint of shyness in your voice is noticeable, as well as your hesitation to suggest such a thing.

It's no problem for you, it's just that he's never slept over before and you don't know what his reaction will really be to you proposing that, whether he'll say yes or no.

"And you're okay with that?" he observes you thoughtfully and softly.

"Yes, of course I am," you assure him completely nonchalantly, "It's totally fine with me."

He nods at you with a gesture, without wiping away his soft little smile.

"Thank you."

And then both his gaze and yours return to watching Aenar asleep in his crib. And Aemond resumes the smile of tenderness on his lips, again sliding his hand over his hair.

"He's beautiful, isn't he?" he whispers with a flash of pride in his gaze.

You hum in assent, slowly moving closer toward them both.

"Yes, he is," you reply, gazing at your little one with indescribable love.

A brief silence envelops you for a moment, only hearing the soft hum of the spinning lamp projecting images on the ceiling, creating a peaceful low-light scene of animals and stars for Aenar.

This usually helps him sleep and also calms him down a bit if he wakes up crying in the middle of the night while you wake up and rush over here.

"For a while I imagined how he would looked like, whether boy or girl..." he murmurs in a soft, warm, low, wistful tone, "No matter what you decided to do when you left, I always thought about it," he gives you a meaningful look, guilt on his features and you nod, watching him with understanding.

Aemond clenches his jaw and looks at Aenar again, while you remember those days, where fear and uncertainty lived inside you every day.

You wish you had them, those happy moments that a new mom should experience, but that was not the case for you and yet... you cannot imagine a life without your little boy, it is impossible.

What is supposed to be happy news, was not happy for you and Aemond.

There was no single moment of joy at the beginning, when you learned of your pregnancy. Nor did you experience that feeling the first few months, when you ran away and went back to building a new life.

And Aemond feels the remorse most in these kinds of moments, when Aenar is asleep and he looks at him, not being able to believe and wondering over and over again how it is that from the beginning, he supported the idea of just getting rid of him.

And now he sees only him and cannot imagine a world without him.

Shame overcomes him, guilt also and he even wants to cry with anger as he thinks of all that you must have gone through, without his support, trying to make a living for you and his son, all alone in a new and unknown place.

And he knows that this, allowing you to be in Aenar's life, is a great opportunity that he doesn't deserve and yet you have given it to him.

"I know you said you can't forgive me but... someday can you? For how I reacted and for the decision I supported in the beginning?" he asks you, unable to help himself and needing to know.

His tone is charged with a mixture of regret and longing as you feel a pressure and a slight sharp pain in your chest at his words.

Silence stretches for a moment throughout the room, Aemond respects your silence and though there are many reasons why you should never forgive him for what happened, you still decide to be honest.

"I don't know," you whisper in a low, sad and vulnerable tone.

The words echo through the room, enveloping the space with palpable tension.

Aemond feels his heart pounding, filled with overwhelming regret. He lowers his gaze, unable to bear the weight of his mistakes and your words are like a dagger in his heart, but still, he understands you completely.

He nods with compression, letting out a regret-laden sigh, still gently stroking Aenar's hair.

"I understand," he murmurs with a tone of melancholy and fragility, as well as in his gaze full of pleading and remorse.

"Does your family know about him?"

And you with your sad eyes full of regret, you watch him out of the corner of your eye.

And you see all those emotions in him, all his thoughts reflected in his gaze, trying to stand firm and on the sidelines as he continues to watch Aenar.

You can't help but ask, trying to calm the atmosphere a little, though it's useless, as that slight tension is felt and also that physical and emotional distance from both your side and him.

"I've wanted to tell them, only Nyra knows but I asked her not to say anything," he confesses to you in a low voice, trying to speak firmly but the nostalgia is clear, "Even though I know my mother and siblings will be disappointed in me when I explained what happened two years ago, yes I have wanted to tell them," he nods, "But first I wanted to discuss it with you," he says looking briefly at you over his shoulder.

And now it is remorse that comes to you.

"Tell them, Aemond," you tell him firmly with a soft tone, "They deserve to know."

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Can I request body worship for AU Arthur Dayne x Targaryen reader where the rebellion was won?

She is married to her brother Rhaegar but he left her and she is angry at Arthur for helping him.

Sorry if it's a mess or doesn't meet the rules. I'm really trying🫣

Oooooh! Interesting! Now, in this story, the reader is not angry at Arthur at this point, but deeply unhappy over everything that happened. I hope you are ok with that.

“Hope”

Pairing: Arthur Dayne/Fem. Reader (AFAB | Sister/Former bride of Rhaegar Targaryen)

Prompt: Praise & Body Worship

Themes: Some angst | NSFT | Smut

Warnings: Major character death prior to the story | Targaryen marriage practices | Age difference | Mentions of divorce/annulment | Arranged marriage | Praise | Body worship | Kissing | Foreplay | Penetrative sex

Wordcount: 2.6K words

Minors DNI | 18+

Summary: After a month of being unhappily married, your relationship with Arthur Dayne moves toward a happier future.

A/n: In this AU, Targaryen loyalists win the war and crush Robert’s Rebellion. Rhaegar and Lyanna survive. Aerys perishes after falling on the blades of the Iron Throne when word of Rhaegar’s victory reaches him. Rhaegar is made king upon his return to King’s Landing. In order to bring the North and House Stark back into the King’s Peace, Rhaegar yields to the pressure brought down on him by everyone and agrees to cast aside his first wife and make Lyanna Stark his queen and sole wife instead. Lyanna’s child by him, a baby boy named Aenar Targaryen (Jon Snow in the books), is legitimized as he is the only child born to Rhaegar thus far. Rhaegar’s first wife is told to leave for a manse procured for her in Pentos. Ser Arthur Dayne, a knight of the Kingsguard who is forty-four, is released from his vows and is commanded to take the princess to wife. This story takes place toward the end of the 284th year After the Conquest, after Arthur marries the princess and takes her to their new home. 

A/n: Tannis is Taenira Narratys, a daughter of the prominent Narratys family of Pentos. She has served the princess (reader) since they were both children as her handmaiden.  

“Is the manse to your liking, sweetling?” Arthur said. He stood in the open doorway to the bedchamber, uncertain if he was to enter or not. “Do these rooms please you?” 

“They are more than adequate,” you responded, and you looked out of the window. The sun was already setting. Its light illuminated the tawny stone towers and walls of the great city of Pentos in glorious swathes of orange and pink, crimson and gold. Fisherfolk brought their boats to the shore, their nets filled with wriggling fish. They shouted merrily to those who had gathered on the docks with baskets in hand, promising the finest catch of the day for the right amount of silver and gold. Such sights and sounds pained you, for they reminded you of the moments you walked down to the bustling harbor of King’s Landing to watch the comings and goings of patched-up boats and mighty ships and their many sails.  

Arthur stayed where he was. “May I enter, sweetling?” 

You glanced over your shoulder at the imposing warrior you were commanded to take for a second husband. Arthur had made use of the bath chamber to wash and dress. His breeches and leather riding boots were new, and his tunic was of fine plum-colored Dornish linen. It awoke the color in his eyes. The Sword of the Morning was an uncommonly handsome man. He was also incredibly kind. Had your marriage to him begun under happier circumstances, you would have rushed into his arms. It had not, and so, you remained by the window. 

“This is your home as much as it is my own, ser,” you replied, returning your attention to the world beyond the walls of your new home. A Red Priestess called out from the open windows of a high tower. Her voice echoed through the city's western quarter in a hypnotic song, reminding the faithful of R'hllor that the time of prayer was almost at hand. “You can enter any chamber you wish.” 

“Husband,” Arthur entreated. "Please call me husband. Or Arthur.”

“Of course, ser,” you sighed, defeated. Arthur was your husband, bound to you by oaths sworn in the ways of old Valyria. They could never be broken; those who possessed the power to do so lived behind the Black Walls of Volantis, and they played no part in the wedding. They would not stir themselves to help anyway. You were a Targaryen, and those who held power in Volantis would never willingly aid a Targaryen.

“Tannis said the servants are preparing a meal for us,” Arthur said. He did not press the issue on how he should be addressed. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. “Would you care to sup with me?”

“I am not hungry, ser,” you murmured. 

Arthur crossed over to you. He reached out to touch you. Then, he thought better of it and dropped his hands. “You have not eaten a proper meal in many days,” he remarked, his voice full of concern. “Please, sweetling. Come and eat with me.”

“Why did you help him, ser?” You asked, your gaze resting on a procession of men and women arrayed in rich crimson robes. They were holding lit torches and leading others down a paved stone road to the shore, to light the great nightfire and perform the prayer of thanks to the Red God. “Why did you help Rhaegar flee with his… companion?” 

“I am, or was, a knight of the Kingsguard,” Arthur began, amazed by the restraint you still showed when talking of Lyanna, the woman Rhaegar forsook you for. “I swore to serve and obey, and Seven help me, I loved Rhaegar like a brother. I will offer no justification for the part I played in the ruin that was your first marriage and the abject humiliation that followed. We should have reasoned with the prince and urged him to remain steadfast to you. We did not.” 

“You did not,” you retorted, still wounded by what he and his sworn brothers once did. “Does that shame you, ser?” 

“More than you will ever know,” Arthur freely admitted. “It is also why I agreed to be released from my vows, and why I consented to take you for a wife.”

“Why, ser?” you then said, your curiosity piqued. Rhaegar revealed nothing to you and your mother until the ink had dried, and nothing could be done to reverse the royal edict Tywin Lannister issued on his behalf. “Why did Rhaegar make such an offer to one of the Kingsguard, when another high-born lord with wealth and titles to their name could have easily served?” 

“A high-born lord with wealth and titles could have been convinced to raise an army in your name,” Arthur explained. When he wed you, he swore to be loyal and truthful. He fully intended to honor his vows. “Those of us who followed him on his quest to flee with his companion, on the other hand, would not. Our families would not have acted contrary to our wishes. Forgive me. My words must pain you, but they are the truth.”

“I see. Rhaegar rid himself of me and chained me to you instead, a man who wed me out of shame and a duty to be carried out in the name of the Iron Throne, nothing more.” You laughed bitterly. “That certainly puts me in my proper place, ser.”

Arthur dared to touch you then. “Pray put such dark thoughts from your mind,” your husband urged, unable to bear to see you in such despair. He took your hand into his and led you to the bed. He bade you to sit on the edge, and he got down to his haunches, his hand still clasping yours. “I am not Rhaegar. And while our marriage may have begun on duty and my shame, it could be so much more than that.”

“How, ser?” You look down on the hand around yours. It was large and powerful, and it was callused from years spent wielding a fabled sword. Dawn rested upon an ornate rack affixed to one wall, nestled safely within a polished leather scabbard adorned with milky white diamonds smoothed to flat discs. “How do you propose to do such a thing?”

“By atoning for my share in wronging you,” Arthur explained. He drew closer, heartened by you not pulling away and demanding that he leave, something you had done other times. “By keeping you safe and content. By tending to your happiness, soothing you when you are troubled, and satisfying your desires in the bedchamber.”

“Rhaegar never cared for what I desired,” you confessed after a moment. Arthur was once Rhaegar’s friend. He would not think highly of you speaking poorly of the prince. Still, stating it felt liberating. “He was gentle, to be sure, and he kept away the nights I wished to be by myself, but he never truly concerned himself with what I desired. I am not even certain of what I desire anymore.”

Arthur held his tongue. Now was not the moment to apportion more blame and distress you even further. It could be dealt with another time. 

“Perhaps we can discover that together, sweetling.” Arthur settled on his knees and straightened himself. Every aspect of his marriage and its success hinged on how he approached a matter as delicate as sharing pleasures, how you answered, and how he conducted himself after that. “May we do so?”

Nearly half a year had passed since Lyanna was escorted into King's Landing, and you were ordered to step aside and then made to take a knight of the Kingsguard for a husband. And for the turn of the moon you had been wed, Arthur had been nothing but patient. He never claimed his rights as a husband, and he did not ask you to fulfill your duties as a wife. Nevertheless, it had to be done. You could not elude your duty to him forever. 

“Very well, ser,” you said and closed your eyes. “Let us begin then.”

Arthur took the lead. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was soft, and his mouth tasted of mint and cloves. You were surprised by how tender it was.

“Stand, sweetling,” Arthur said, rising. “I need to take off your clothing and mine.”

You trembled, and you obeyed. Arthur helped you to your feet and moved behind you to untie ribbons, remove pins, and unfasten buttons. He was skilled at the task, and he did not fumble in the slightest. Your girdle was the first to fall to the floor, then your gown, and then your shift, a confection of silk that slid down your arms and pooled about your feet. A moment of silence followed before you heard boots being removed and the rustle of linen and leather as your husband undressed. Goosebumps spread over your limbs while you stood there, nearly exposed in only your smallclothes. Arthur stroked your arms when you moved to cover your breasts with your hands.

“Do not be afraid of me,” he whispered into your ear. “I will not harm you.”

You swallowed and turned around, flushing when Arthur tilted your chin with the crook of his finger, compelling you to look at him. Arthur was tall—taller than even Rhaegar. His golden skin was marred with a patchwork of scars, yet they did not diminish his comely appearance. His eyes slowly drifted over your body. It was as if he was drinking all of you in.

“You are beautiful, sweetling,” Arthur professed with reverence. “Rhaegar is a fool to have forsaken you.”

“You lie, ser,” you blurted out, unable to believe what he just said.

“I do not lie,” Arthur returned solemnly. “You are beautiful, and Rhaegar truly is a fool. If I had been him, I would not have given the Stark girl a second glance, let alone run after her.”

“Pretty words, ser,” you declared, “but they are words still. You are also a man, and you possess the appetites other men possess. What is to stop you from seeking the companionship of your own Lyanna Stark?”

Arthur gathered you into his arms. “I neither seek nor desire the companionship of others,” he husked. “Why should I, when I already have a companion as wondrous as you to turn to?”

You blushed despite yourself. Arthur smiled as understanding dawned. Praise was what he needed to make the way ahead easier this night, and praise was what he intended to use to set you at ease with him. He ran his hands up your back and then down your hair.

“Your skin feels like cream,” Arthur breathed. “Your hair reminds me of silk; it is that soft. But wait, sweetling,” he said when you moved to turn away. “Do not turn to the bed just yet. There is more.”

“Yes, ser.”

He took your hands, kissed each and every one of your fingers, and then placed them by your sides. He caressed the soft swell of your breasts and brushed his thumbs over your nipples until your breath hitched and your skin began to tingle. He kissed your brow, your cheek, and the curve of your throat. He moved even lower, down the cleft between your breasts and onto your belly, his lips and his tongue leaving a damp, hot trail in their wake. When he knelt to pull down your small clothes, your heart was racing away in your chest.

“Do you want me to go on, sweetling?” Arthur looked up at you, his hands gripping your thighs.

You could no longer speak. A strange and powerful spell had been cast over you. It robbed you of your speech and made you crave more of what was done before. Still, you managed to nod, gasping when Arthur rose, picked you up, and carried you to bed. He left your side briefly to light a fire in the hearth to drive away the gathering gloom. When he returned, strange chants could be heard in the distance. You paid little heed to them. The warmth of the man moving over you had captured your every thought.

“You are beautiful,” Arthur repeated, bringing his weight down on you. “And you are mine. Just like I am yours. Close your eyes, sweetling. I will see to the rest.”

Again, you obeyed, but eagerly this time, twining your arms around Arthur’s waist, spreading your legs, and resting them over his thighs. Once, you would not have even deigned to do such a thing, so wroth were you with him aiding Rhaegar fleeing to Dorne with Lyanna. And yet, Arthur had been patient throughout, seeing to your comfort as best as he could, even during those dark moments when you raged at him and gave into your sorrow. Now, a change had come. It promised to drive away sadness and rage and let joy replace them. You yielded to it in the end, just as you yielded to the one who wished to belong to you by more than just oath.

“You are glorious,” Arthur groaned, bracing his hand by your shoulder and guiding himself into the wet heat of your body. When he sank his cock fully, you let out a transported whine. It inflamed him. “And you are doing so well, sweetling. So well. Hold on to me.” 

He began to move. Each thrust sent flashes of red-hot pleasure surging up your spine, and when you cried out, Arthur praised you and encouraged you to continue. Never had you felt this way before, so wild and wanton and free. You clutched desperately at your husband's shoulders, your nails scouring his flesh when he slipped his other arm around your lower back and drove you further and further into bliss. Arthur was the first to orgasm. He shook and sobbed out your name. The sound overcame you so much that it brought about your own unraveling. You moaned, long and low and deep, as you came. Then you opened your eyes, and you found yourself drowning in a sea of lilac that had been set alight. It was for you. All of it was for you. Soon, it all came to an end, and Arthur went still.

He rolled off you after hearing a soft knock on the door. “Supper is ready, my lord,” Taenira said from the other side. “Would you and the princess like to have it on the terrace? The weather is quite fine.”  

“Have it sent to this chamber, Tannis,” Arthur said, and he took you into his arms. “Will you eat with me now, sweetling?” 

“Yes, ser,” you said, having discovered something that passed for an appetite. When you looked up at him, he leaned down and kissed you. Then he laughed softly when your stomach rumbled. 

“Husband, sweetling,” Arthur said, his chest still heaving from exertion. “Call me husband. No matter. There is time enough for that.” He grew silent for a while, as if he were deep in thought. At length, he added, “Pray open your heart to me. I will give you no cause to doubt me, or my intentions toward you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. To open your heart to him was a notion you had not even considered until now. Still, what took place between you and him gave you pause, and made you look at him a little differently. Arthur may have aided Rhaegar, you reminded yourself, but he was not Rhaegar himself. You dared to allow yourself to hope. 

“You have been good to me,” you allowed, “but I…I will need time.”

“I am more than prepared to give you that,” Arthur said. “Come closer, sweetling. Let us rest a little until Tannis returns with our meal.”

[writingsofwesteros]

https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/760150180951638016/fathers-son-i-bet-she-is-not-scared-of-the-dragon

#father’s son

Daemon stands next to his good daughter, the pair watching as Baelon’s large dragon takes the children for a calm flight. They can hear little Aenar’s squeals of joy from the ground. Daemon begins to speak, words laced with an odd tone,

“Your children are the spitting image of Targaryens, and yet your husband still denies who he is. Does it not bother you that your children bear the nothing name of house Royce when they could be known as Targaryens to all the realm.”

The Lady Royce glances over to Daemon, her visage giving away nothing. She knows the man beside her is a hypocrite and a horrible father, and here he sits claiming her husband should be grateful for being born of him.

“We seek nothing from the Targaryens, my prince. We are content with our lives here as Royce’s.”

Daemon is incredulous at that; all his life he had been told that all wished to be like the Targaryens, and now a woman from a small Vale house rejected all those thoughts. “And yet, you name your children as Targaryen’s do,” he smugly replies.

Baelon catches sight of the pair conversing tensely from the sky and begins to descend with his children. Little Aenar runs ahead to his mother once they land, the newborn babe strapped to Baelon’s broad chest. He approaches his wife who has taken Aenar in her arms and moves to her side protectively - he had rarely left his wife alone with Daemon for he saw the way the older man glanced at her. He doesn’t catch the end of the conversation, but his father looks displeased and grouchy and it makes him grin. His wife smiles up at him and melts into his arms, the warmth of his body comforting to her. Baelon stands tall as he questions Daemon,

“And when do you depart for Harrenhal?” (He still doesn’t use ‘my prince’, ‘your grace’ or ‘my king).

Daemon hums lowly before answering “I believe the conditions will be favourable in a week’s time”. Baelon is ecstatic at the news and thanking the seven. His wife is also pleased - she wasn’t blind to the attention from the Rogue Prince. “However, I intend to return soon to spend time with my grandsons.”

Fuck.

It’s Daemon’s turn to grin as he thinks of how pretty his son’s little wife will be to see at the end of his campaign for his own wife. She would be ready to be bred again by then, he thinks. Maybe she’ll still have milk in her breasts from feeding the newest babe. Daemon knows his thoughts of her will keep him motivated and eager for victory.

OH HE IS BAD! And we love it ;)

[themotherofhorses]

I think it’s time to be real, Vic. I am genuinely very disappointed at the fact that you decided to murder handmaid, despite so many of your readers begging you to not go through with it. I read through your “handmaid” tag and it seems like a good majority voted against it. Do you not care for them? Do you not value their own input and opinions? Honestly, what was the point of building up such a gorgeous romance only to butcher it at the very end? Plus the violence you shared in that snippet is equally disturbing and unnecessary, especially being aimed at small children.

“Her twins are dead – their tiny, broken bodies strewn near their father’s desk. One is missing his head, if she is correct. Was it Aemion? Aenar?”

Yikes.

I think this is very telling. But, in the end, you are an adult. Do what you want to do, but just know that this decision will cost you some of your biggest fans, myself included.

Hello anon! I’m gonna use proper capitalization and punctuation to answer this because …. woah. LMAO.

I hear you, I see you, I feel you.

But let’s have a friendly little conversation: at the end of the day, this is fucking FANFICTION. It is NOT real! There is literally no need to be this upset over something as silly as words being typed up in a word doc. I promise you that it does not equal the ending of the world.

(But also let’s be real, if handmaid was canon in F&B, GRRM would’ve probably killed her off too. It is rare that something so good and pure actually survives within the world of Westeros.)

Listen, I understand that many people didn’t want handmaid (and her children) to meet such a horrible fate; that is why I decided to offer two “canon” endings — an angst and a happy one. That way you can easily ignore the angst ending in favor of the happy one!! Problem solved.

But ….. but you are also treading through the Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon fandom.

Major character death, extreme acts of violence, and heartbreak is expected. Have you actually read F&B? Literally everyone DIES in the book. They all meet such gruesome fates, including the children. Just look at Helaena! At Jaehaerys! No one is safe.

One of the most common themes found inside ASOIAF is “the innocent always pays the price for the actions of their rulers.”

In my handmaid series, handmaid/Anya (+her children) endure the consequences of Aemond’s actions at Storm’s End (and, by extension, the actions of the Greens usurping the throne following the death of Viserys). I’d argue that her death ventures incredibly close to canon-level material.

You do not need to read this upcoming fanfic update. I will not hold you responsible for such. No feelings will be hurt, I promise. As I mentioned in previous replies, the happy ending will soon follow; in fact, “hair braiding” and “family picnic” are canon to the happy ending!

So let’s all chill out. Take a deep breath, eat a snickers bar, go scratch a dog between their ears.

[gulnarsultan]

Modern Reader The Saviour and faithful loyal friend of House Targaryen is Daenys’s best friend, her knight in shining armour, the one who saved her from two Valyrians who wanted to hurt her. Modern Reader is the only one who saw Valyria, before the Doom.

Remember that two Valyrians said “You’ll pay for this” to Modern Reader, after she beat their asses? Yep, they wanted to punish her. Two Valyrians accused Modern Reader for attacking them, meanwhile Daenys tells everyone in the court that Modern Reader saved her from them. These two Valyrians are from a very powerful families and it’s possible for them to hurt Modern Reader. In result: Modern Reader was sent to prison cell, or working in mines next to Volcanoes. You probably know how horrible were conditions in mines. Those who were working, were praying for death. Daenys, Gaemon and Lord Aenar knew this as well. Daenys was terrified, she didn’t want to lose her friend.

Modern Reader was in prison cell, where it was super hot, but luckily or unfortunately she was immortal. One day Daenys visited her friend, she noticed burns and scars on Modern Reader, which resulted her to cry. Modern Reader wiped her tears away and comforted her, saying “Don’t cry, Daenys. I’ll get out soon.” Daenys told Modern Reader her vision the Doom of Valyria. Modern Reader warned that the vision is true, she told her she needs to leave the Valyria with her family, to save their lives. Daenys didn’t want to leave Y/N, which Y/N replies “I’ll be fine, I promise you. We will meet again soon.” That’s when Targaryens left the Valyria.

As for Modern Reader she was released, then she warned others about the Doom. Some didn’t believe it, others laughed at her, but there were those who believed: House Qoherys, Celtigar and Velaryon. Modern Reader left Valyria with Velaryons. They managed to leave as fast as they could, they probably used air magic, because there were few hours before the Doom. They were escaped the Doom. After travelling, they managed to get to Dragonstone. Daenys was waiting for Y/N because she got the vision of her return. Once they saw each other, they ran towards one another. Daenys engulf Y/N in tight hug, crying happy tears, the same does Modern Reader. It’s wholesome scenery to see two best friends meet each other after a long time. There were scars on Modern Reader’s body, but soon they healed. After some time later a family portrait was painted: Daenys the Dreamer, her brother-husband Gaemon Targaryen, her father Aenar Targaryen and her children, next to them was Y/N L/N The Saviour and faithful loyal friend with a scar on her cheek.

That’s what Visenya, Aegon and Rhaenys were told about Modern Reader, when their parents were reading the books about Modern Reader to them.

I think it’s a wonderful script. Modern Reader The Saviour and faithful loyal friend went so much in Valyria, a dramatic and fascinating story. And now here she is, Modern Reader who’s dealing with her beloved Conquerors who want to marry her.

So, your thoughts about it?

Also how would Yandere Conquerors react to what Modern Reader went through in Valyria (scenario I wrote above)? How would they react to the scars on Modern Reader’s body? Of course they’re healed, but some of them are noticeable and they look badly.

P.S.: I think I would call Modern Reader The Saviour and faithful loyal friend- Immortal Modern Reader. Because it’s short and understandable. Immortal Modern Reader is the only one who saw Valyria, before the Doom. And now to think about that she disappeared in there, when she was looking for Aerea and Balerion during Jaehaerys’s reign is kinda…sad. Valyria is the place where Immortal Modern Reader met Targaryens, the place where she suffered and the place where she never returned from, all because she was protecting House Targaryen, like she was always doing that.

It's a great scenario. 🤩 Daenerys and the modern reader scenes are very sweet.😍 I think if the reader is insecure about scars, the conquerors will support the reader in this matter. They will delight the reader greatly. The ending of the story made me a little sad. The Targaryens never forget the reader. All Targaryens have information about the reader. Who knows, maybe the reader's grandchildren will meet the Targaryens.

[more-better-words]

ctrl + f game! (part 2)

Tagged by @pearlypairings, this time!

My words are pocket, flicker, and shine. Let's see what we've got.

From Far From the Sun:

“Speaking of Andorians,” he said, unwilling to wait for the gossip to come to him, “what happened with that Andorian guy you were seeing the last time I was here?” “Karveth?” She flashed a grin and lifted her beringed left hand. “I married him.” Max laughed. “Right.” She simply looked at him, her smile undiminished. He stared. “You're serious.” She nodded, still smiling. “When did that happen?” “This past March.” “So, uh… how's that been?” Her smile deepened. “Amazing,” she said simply, and pulled her order PADD from her apron pocket. “Special of the day's the black garlic burger. I seem to remember you being a fan of that one.”

From No Going Back:

“Jhamel…” Whether by accident or design, he'd stopped directly in front of her, and now he took one of her hands between his, very gently, kindly refraining from saying how little the word of a pacifist Aenar would likely mean to the General Staff of the Imperial Guard. “Wouldn’t you rather go home? Back to your people?” There was something almost regretful in his voice, and she could sense his antennae lowering. It was oddly flattering. “I don't think I can go back. Not to stay.” “Why not?” “The world – the universe – is so much larger than I ever knew. And I think I’ll need to be somewhere… larger now, too.” “Where?” And that sounded… hopeful, which was also flattering. “I'm not sure. I can start with the General Staff. Because someone should speak for you. Even if it's only me.” He didn’t seem to know how to reply to that, and she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride, because even though she hadn’t known him long, she knew Thy'lek Shran was rarely at a loss for words.

From Under a White Sky: (cheating just a smidge)

They arrived at the main Andoria spaceport the next day. Monica spent the entire approach in the observation lounge, her eyes huge, and Karveth watched her. First the transit of the vast pearlescent gas giant his ancient ancestors had called The Great Sister, She Who Moves the Seas, She Who Shines. And then her largest moon, his homeworld, wreathed in silver-blue clouds. Monica inhaled shakily. “Karveth,” she whispered. “It's so beautiful.” “It is,” he agreed softly.

(apparently this was supposed to be from WIPs? Which...oops 😅 In my defense, I didn't any of these in my WIPs, so there's there)

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Seeing eyes of the future and love

Daenys ,,the dreamer” x Lady Belaerys!reader

warning : comfort, fluff, kiss, reader flies the dragon Terraxes and she is a descendant of Jaenara Belaerys, no use of Y/n

Summary : Dreams, dragon dreams magical and little known like the story of her homeland. Daenys finds herself with the Lady of House Belaerys to laugh, to talk, to read, to try to avoid the gaze of the higher lords but above all to fly together to a future in which they survive.

info : I love Daenys and Terrax with his rider Jaenara all three are just so fine plus Gaemon is a plus poinz and now have fun reading and see you next time :)

masterlist

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Dragons, secrets of ancient Valyria and dragon dreams things that happened an empire that had lived, dragons by the hundreds if not thousands drawn from magic and creatures there was a family of wealth and influence that would surpass anything three hundred years later.

But most of all there were the Targaryens a smaller family looked down upon yet proud of their heritage bright hair, violet eyes with five dragons they were gods in Olympus. In the family around Aenar and his two children Gaemon and Daenys, there was not much to tell in the history lost over hundreds of years in which fire and blood had reigned.

But in dreams, in dreams of the violet eyes of the highborn Lady Daenys, lost in time, there were words of other family, of relationships and trade between two dragons who offered each other something in a time when it could be the last.

The family of the Velaryons and the single case of the Belaerys family, the highborn family exactly at the level of the Targaryens, were supposed to have a time together, but only those who were born in this time of blood would know all this.

The daughter's violet eyes gazed from the high railing adorned with sphynix and fire at the city below and above her, the sounds of metal forging, books being turned and Valyrian speech echoing everywhere while dragon wings could be heard roaring and screeching.

Sounds she had known all her life, sounds together with the fine instruments of the servants, sounds she had always judged, whenever her gaze was caught by fire and stars and her dreams were blown away like winds.

But most of all, she had a dream when she looked at the mountains and felt the heat, saw the dracen flying skelts that would flee to the ground like the screams of the people. Tightening her grip on the railing, she let out a sigh, trying to enjoy the sounds again as she flinched when she felt a hand snaft on hers, ,,Dear sister, the Lady Belaerys has arrived,” Gaemon said, violet eyes gazing at her comfort, asking her in silence if all was well, which she replied with a nod.

They knew each other, they were the blood of the dragon the devotion and comfort they offered each other was something she appreciated. Before she took his hand and he led her up the spiral staircase to the expansive terrace where torches and candles burned, it was something they all liked, it gave them healing and comfort.

Gazing into the golden sky, drenched in sunlight, she saw the dragon approach, a relatively young beast a few decades old, on whose back the Lady Belaerys, a woman of about the same age, looked, the last representative of her house after the death of her ancestor, the fearless Jaenara, her house seemed to have only bad luck.

Illnesses and deaths quickly killed all relatives, but it was rumored, no, it was just known that the high family used any means to gain knowledge and those who could not defend themselves suffered, but of course this was all speculation. The dark black and green dragon with slightly purple scales landed on the rock in the light, sniffed the animal and shook itself slightly before letting its rider dismount.

,,A pleasure to see my honorable friends again I hope you have fared well?” she guessed and gathered her childhood friends and allies into an embrace the scent of flame surrounded them all even if the Targaryen dragon were small they were not yet big enough to ride they had a growing Balerion.

Listening to Gaemon's nods and short stories, her violet eyes found those of Daenys who looked at the older one with a shy smile, a certain something always lay between the three of them.

Perhaps it was openness, perhaps it was devotion but above all it was a bond with Daenys whose hand was taken by her, ,,We're back for dinner Gaemon I'll take care of her...and thank your father for the coins…it saved me from the fire” she said and saw the young man's serious nod and slight bow before he disappeared into the palace and she was left alone with Daenys.

Placing a hand gently on the Targaryen's cheek, violet eyes gazed at each other, ,,You grow more beautiful with every dream,” she confessed, seeing her Targaryen love's gaze fall in shame as Daenys clasped her hand tighter.

It was a gentle love between them, Daenys seemed to need her and Terrax, while she needed Daenys, her heart belonged to the young Targaryen, ,,Shall we?” she asked and Tarrax took a few steps towards them.

The dragon mumbled his head to Daenys and seemed happy to see her again before they both rose up one by one and she sat behind Daenys to give her a better feeling while flying the Valyrian words spilled from the mourner's lips and Terrax rose up with a screech before flying away from the terrace and up over the city.

Away from the people, away from the noises and up into the sky through the clouds above, ,,You always like it up here my dear” she commented and her hands gently held Daenys' who seemed to be completely relaxed up here.

Where the sun was and with them and the clouds below them, ,,Yes it is peaceful and I can think in peace not distracted by Valyria” Daenys replied and her light purple dress blew in the wind a contrast to her own dark green lilac.

Valyria as much as they both loved their home, they both knew it would soon be over in barely a decade, ,,Did you have another dream my star?” she asked and placed a soft chaste kiss on the neck of the one sitting in front of her, feeling the brief flinch followed by an audible giggle as her wings beat.

Daenys shook her head, ,,No a few yes but not of our belnagen dreams of dancing dragons and ice something that happened hundreds of years ago and our bones became dragons,” she murmured and looked behind her, the dreamer's gaze radiating a certain sadness, a sadness about the fate of dragon blood.

But above all, she radiated a sense of reverence. she took the elder's hand and stroked it, ,,But they are only dreams and now we are the ones who exist i can truly see you,” she murmured and leaned towards her before the two women shared a gentle kiss and two flames rode against each other and Terrax happily twitched and emitted flames.

They continued the flight for a little while Terrax flew her way alone, they met other dragonriders and exchanged a few words, but most of the time they kept to themselves, their hands never letting go and Daenys leaned against the others' upper bodies, cuddling and happy to be held.

While gentle kisses were exchanged and valiant confessions of love and affection were exchanged between them, they talked about dreams of love and intimacy.

They both knew that together with Gaemon and their father they would fly and sail into a future full of love, a future in which they were truly free until the day they flew back to Valyria in death.

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[ae-nar]

OKAY MY DEAR PPL THE SECOND FEMINIZATION FIC IS DONE

now all i need is to post it which i will do today after work so like in around 6-7 hours from now!! thats why i havent been doing teasers - ive been polishing this one hoping every day that it would be the day i post it

also - public sex, u say, anon? *wink* hehe. hehehe.

[numiolaes]

                𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎. 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆.

𝑱𝑬𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑬𝒀𝑬 ♕ independent, highly selective and private portrayal of Aemond Targaryen based on the show House of The Dragon, The book Fire & Blood and my own headcanons. Cut by Train ( EST | They/them )

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The blog is will meet the source material freak for freak. We're deading those doves my homies. Qohorik goat is on the menu, and hide all maidens 3rd degree or closer. I go into things more in my rules but please be aware I took Ewan's Michael Myers name drop and I'm sprinting with it. So the vibes are utterly rank and it's very likely you could have a real bad time here, please curate your experience accordingly.

If you have something about not writing ince.st or "not romanticizing" it and you write a targ.ary.en i might not write with you/follow back given how realistically unavoidable the topic is and how normalized and even encouraged it is inside of the family. This is for both our comfort as terms like "romanticized" mean different things to different people. Obviously this is messed up stuff, but for example, bry.nde.n/shi.er.a is a canon romantic relationship. Tthey were half-siblings, in love and it's a major part of both of their characters and histories. Would writing that accurately to canon be "romanticizing"? If I see that kind of language I just assume the whole topic upsets you and avoid interaction to honor your boundaries, but I'm always happy to hash it out/get clarification.

A study in ➢ From Nobody to Nightmare, The Dog Bites Back, Dragon-in-Chief, Broken Ace, The Dreaded, Driven By Envy, The Dutiful Son, Enfant Terrible, Everyone Has Standards, Orange and Blue Morality, Hero Killer, Hypocrite, Kinslaying Is a Special Kind of Evil, My God What Have Done?, The Starscream, Then Let Me Be Evil, Used to Be a Sweet Kid, Wicked Cultured, Long-Haired Pretty Boy, Mature Younger Sibling.

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𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

◆ "Aenar Targaryen [...] moved with all his wives, wealth, slaves, dragons, siblings, kin, and children to Dragonstone" -F&B. I have a whole fucking manifesto on this shit but it's not in a coherent sharable form so basically just understand I work under the assumption there's a very healthy amount of Targaryens and dragons around but only the royal family gets to be riders. All of them die out in the Dance and later years.

[auxiliarydetective]

K'Rala: Engineer, Telepath, Problem Child

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Name: K'Rala

Rank: Lieutenant

Species: ½ Vulcan, ¼ Betazoid, ¼ Aenar

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The voice came from a slim figure, coming towards them with their hands clasped behind their back. Their long, black ponytail falling in one straight line, upright posture and slim, androgynous physique showcased by the form-fitting golden uniform made them look taller than they actually were. A single scar of unknown origins cut through their eyebrow. But what fascinated Riker most about them were their eyes. While their ears showed that they were clearly Vulcan, their eyes seemed to contradict that statement. One was an almost hazy white, the other pitch black. They were looking directly at Riker now and, to his surprise, he could spot a hint of warmth behind those eyes.

"Live long and prosper, Commander," they said, raising their hand in that important salute that had taken Riker months to learn.

"Peace and long life," he replied, proud of himself that he had remembered. The moment he said it, K'Rala's lips curled up momentarily before they caught themselves doing it and straightened their expression out again.

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You saw through me all this time

I'd forgotten people are kind

I was hurting and you knew

So you showed me what to do

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And for the first time since the disaster on Vagra II, maybe for the first time ever, K’Rala laughed – and it was a beautiful sound. Eyes gently shut, they pulled a few streaks of their wavy white hair into their face as if ashamed but actually out of playfulness. When they opened their eyes again, it was like they were in a glowing competition with the two piercings shot through their ear, glistening in the light.

Will, Deanna and Geordi exchanged a glance of many emotions. Happiness, pride… relief. K’Rala was healing. After so many weeks of being overwhelmed by depression and grief and at least as many trying to understand their emotions, they finally looked like they were getting better. All of them promised to themselves right then and there that they would find ways to make them laugh again and again and again.

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[magalidragon]

#5 in anger management 😏😈

Alrighty then! 😈 Back to Barrister Dany and Judge Jon! In all their dirtiness, lol

#5. “I think you lost your underwear somewhere.”

Jon idly rubbed the ‘Love’ tattoo on his wrist with his opposite thumb, listening to Tyrion complaining over a motion that Dany had just filed on behalf of her client, a motion that Tyrion seemed to have particular angst over.  Jon figured it was because Dany had filed a motion claiming prosecutorial malfeasance, which honestly, given that it was Tyrion Lannister, Jon was pretty sure was 100 percent accurate.

He shifted in the back of the courtroom, glancing at Judge Ashara Dayne, who had transitioned to the Court of Common Pleas.  She smiled in his direction, gave a small wave, and proceeded to rule that she would need time with the motion and until then, court was adjourned, over Tyrion’s protests.  She banged the gavel, and everyone stood, including Jon, waiting for her to depart before they gathered their things.

He walked down the aisle towards the defense table, Dany saying goodbye to her client before the bailiff took him away.  He stopped, waiting on her, and Tyrion wandered over.  “You lost?” he asked.

Jon glanced sideways.  He smiled politely.  “Tyrion, lovely to see you of course.”  He lifted his brows.  “You said something?”

“I was just wondering if you were lost.”

“Your Honor.”

Tyrion frowned.  “Excuse me?”

“Oh, I was just saying ‘Your Honor’, because last I checked I’m still a judge even if it in juvenile court.”  He rarely ever played that hand, but it was fun to play with Tyrion, because he was such an arsehole.  

Tyrion glared at him, gritting out, “Your Honor”, like it was glue in his mouth, and stormed away.  

Dany stepped over to him, lightly pecking his lips.  “That was fun.”  She frowned at him, head cocking slightly. It made her earrings bob, sending bright red little sparkles of light around her in the sunlight through the wide courtroom windows.  “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to pop by.”

“Well I’m glad, let’s go back to your office.”  

He walked at her side, his robes billowing out around him; he’d forgotten to take them off when he left his courtroom, not usually one to wear them beyond chambers.  He rubbed his wrist again, wincing at the slight pain shooting through his radius.  “Your block this morning still hasn’t worn off,” he complained.  

She giggled.  “I’ll make it up to you.”

“And how, pray tell will you do that?”

“You’ll see,” she said airily, checking her phone, and let out a sound that most dogs probably wouldn’t even be able to hear it was so high-pitched.  “Oh!”  She turned it towards him and sighed.  “Look at Lya!  She’s such a strong little girl!”

“Dany, she has our son in a headlock.”

“Hmm, he’ll get out of it.”

The terrible twos were indeed truly terrible, especially with their twins.  Daemon and Lya loved each other like siblings did, falling asleep in each other’s arms most evenings, but only after they had ripped at each other’s hair, thrown each other’s food, and had now begun fighting in a manner suggesting they had inherited their mother’s rage issues.  He would need to get them into Arya’s martial arts class soon.  He was positive Lya was already adept at Faceless, because even in utero she’d been hiding, using her brother as a shield until finally the doctor was able to space out the rather ‘erratic’ heartbeat and discover it was two babies, not one.  

They entered his office via the back entrance, bypassing Gilly and Satin, who he believed—hoped—were out to lunch.  He moved to unzip his robes, idly checking the schedule in front of him on the desk to see he didn’t have court until later that afternoon.  He would work on some judgments until then, or rather…he caught sight of Dany, who had shaken off her blazer and removed her heels, padding over to him silently.  He arched his brow.  “Can I help you Mrs. Snow?”

“Hmm…that depends Your Honor.”

“On what?”

Dany pulled at the sides of his robes, her fingers flicking the zipper.  She lifted her eyes, large and sinful, the lavender ring around her pupil disappearing into deep indigo, her lips parting to allow her tongue to dart out and wet the top one, voice husking:  “On what you decide.”

“Decide?” he gasped, her hands tracing over his chest.  He closed his eyes, suppressing the growl deep from within.  He dropped his hands to her hips.  “And what do I have to decide?”

“Hmm…the decision before the Court is…” She pushed him, easily, down into his chair.  He shifted backwards, his dress slacks incredibly uncomfortable, the front already tenting out as he grew harder with every whisper of her words.  She overed over him, her hands on either side, on the chair’s armrests.  The deep ‘v’ of her dress gaped, giving him an unobstructed view of her perfect breasts.  He moved, wanting to fill his hands with them, but she shook her head, pushing him back into the seat.  “Nope.  You have to decide.”  She licked her lips again, whispering.  “Do you want my mouth or…” Her fingers traced over the front of the robe, separating it, and began to pop his shirt buttons.  “Or my cunt?”

He released a high-pitched whine, shifting in the seat again, gasping.  “Both?”

“Nope, you get one or the other.”

Eyes clenched shut, her scent catching him, floral and spicy, he couldn’t possibly decide.  Her fingers began to undo his belt buckle and it seemed she was going to decide for him, but she stopped, hands on his hips.  “Dany,” he gasped, eyes springing open, seeing her smirking at him.  “I can’t.”

“Nope, Your Honor must decide.”

Fuck, every single time she called him that he swore he could come.  He shook his head fast, decision made, when she licked her lips again, bright red, the same color as her dress.  “Fuck, your mouth.”

“Hmm, very well.”  

She fell to her knees and pulled at his pants, his hips lifting to let his cock spring out, and she frowned, cocking her head.  “Hmm…I think you lost your underwear somewhere.”  She grinned up.  “Your Honor.”

It was his turn to smirk.  “I think they’re still somewhere in the couch from this morning.”

“So you’ve been commando in court all morning?”

“Hmm…I suppose I have been.”

“My, my, my, whatever will the Minister of Justice have to say to that?”

“Fuck, I hope she never finds out and can we not talk about Olenna Tyrell now?”  

She licked at him, like a lollipop, from base to tip, silencing anything he had to say on the matter, her mouth easily sliding over him, engulfting him in her heat.  His hands flew to her hair, wrapping the silky strands around his fists, hlding it from her face as she worked him over, her throat a hot, tight suction around him, taking him deep before she let go again, teasing and taunting, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth, while her other scratched lightly up over his chest.  

Seven hells, he thought, over and over again, his cries caught in his throat, a fist coming to cover his mouth so no one could potentially overhear what was happening in his office.  He made the mistake of glancing down at her again, her eyes wide and watery, spittle and precum around her lips and chin, and he forced himself not to thrust into her suddenly, but couldn’t help it when his hips lifted, just in time for her to pop off of him.  

“What,” he began, startled, and desperate to come, so close, his body quivering and the tingle in the base of his spine already starting, warning.  

Dany hiked her skrit up over her hips, pushed aside her red thong, and gripping him, slid down easily, not stopping her long, low moan.  He swallowed any further sounds she might make with his lips, kissing her hard, one hand still wrapped in her hair and the other coming down to her back, helping her grind into him, rubbing her clit on his pelvis as he arched up into her, hips rolling together, both of them so close.  

He came fast and hard, flooding into her tight heat, hips juddering with each wave, and didn’t stop until she came too, a few seconds later, gripping him like a vice.  He couldn’t see anything, just blinding light behind his eyelids and damn well couldn’t hear much either, nothing but a muffled “Love you.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, seeking her mouth again, whispering.  “I love you too.”

They remained ine ach other’s arms a moment longer, until he softened and pulled out and she climbed off of him.  In the bathroom they cleaned up and made themselves presentable, no one the wiser at what might have just happened.  He kissed her goodbye, said he’d see her at the gym later before they picked up the kids at Auntie Arya’s, and reluctantly unlocked the door to see her out.

“Mrs. Snow,” Satin said primly, waiting for the door to open.

Dany grinned.  “Satin.”  She waved.  “Bye darling, see you later.”

“Bye,” he called, watching Dany sashay out.  He grinned and nodded for Satin to come into the office, taking a seat in his chair while Satin moved to the couch.  He took the papers that they were set to go over and lifted up his pen.  “Alright, so first I want to talk about the Rast judgment…”

Satin wasn’t saying anything, not even paying attention.  Jon frowned. “What?”

Satin leaned over the edge of the couch and picked up a pair of black silk boxers, holding them up on the end of his pen.  He smirked.  “These yours, Boss?”

“Hmm,” Jon noted, frowning.  “So that’s where they were.”

Smutty One Liners Prompts

[writingsofwesteros]

Viserys? Nope, Criston, the dad who stepped UP. He was there when the siblings were babies, kids, their lowest of lows, he'd been working for the Targaryens since he was barely twenty working in the security business. Did Viserys go to the ballet recitals, science fairs, polo matches, hockey games and graduations? Nope. But Criston was there. No matter how messy they got, he still loved them, in his own way. And seeing them happy and having their own kids? He's practically a grandfather thank you- though bestie called him that once and he was like- babe....no.

"Daddies," Hera pouted. "Please?" Aemond sighed, and Aegon whispered, "Don't let her get to you, man. She always get her way when she pouts."

"Hera, baby, we've been over this. We're not getting any more pets, sweetheart, your Aunty Nora said no." Aemond told her. "But she's a pretty kitty, Daddy," She batted her eyes, weakening both her fathers' resolve. "She'll keep Vhagar company." Aegon whispered, "Dammit she's killing me." Aemond whispered back, "You're telling me?" "Please?" She was so damn adorable. "I...I guess...we could talk to your Aunty Nora-" "Yay!" Hera flung her arms around her daddies. "Thank you Daddies, I love you," She said sweetly.

Sunfyre literally does not leave Nora alone from the minute she gets pregnant. "I see your guard is ever present," Alicent smiled as she walked out back to see Nora in her swimsuit. She sat on the lounge chair and rested a hand on her belly. "My baby," She kissed Nora. "And my grandbaby." Sunfyre made a whining noise, and Alicent smiled. "And Sunfyre," She chuckled, petting Aegon's loyal boy. "Has your milk come in yet, darling?" Alicent asked her. Nora nodded. "This morning, actually. It feel kinda weird, but I'm sure I'll get used to it." She replied. "Hm, let's see," Alicent's hands gently touched Nora's breasts through her swimsuit, feeling their newfound firmness and heaviness. "Oh, yes, I feel it." "Happy birthday to me," Aegon murmured to Aemond as they watched through the window.

"Daenora Targaryen," Cregan hummed as he and Jace arrived at the estate for the pool day, and he took in the sight of Nora in her bikini, pregnant and glowing in the sun. "Cregan," She smiled, and came over to greet him. "Aye, aren't you a sight." He grinned, as she rested a hand on her belly. "I didn't believe it till now." "I aim to surprise." She smirked. "You'll be a lovely mother," He said sincerely. "You treat those little ones like you birthed them yourself," He gestured to Hera and Jae playing with little Baelon and Aenar. "Thank you," She smiled, before going off to greet Stev. "It's insane that she's even hotter when she's pregnant, right?" Jace asked as she walked off. Cregan nodded as they both watched her go. "Aye." He replied.

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Criston and Aegon being the best and you know they both love sports ..well, when Aegon can be bothered and they play games together.

Sweet Hera ! She knew Vhagar was Aemonds soft spot as well and now hes thinking his old girl might enjoy some company.

Sunfyre is just the best boy ever!! Even if he falls asleep on the protection duty. Aemond rolling his eyes at Aegon but his eye darkened in desire if only for a moment at the sight.

Cregan is back babies!!! 🥵🥵 He just has the confidential aura around him thank you