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maidragoste · 9 months

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Sick

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra)

Summary: Daeron is sick and neither you nor Aegon is taking it well.

This is part of the universe of the queen and her husbands but I think it can be read independently.

Thanks for all the support, it always makes me happy to answer your questions and comments. REBLOGS and likes are always appreciated 🥰🥰💕💕💕

Warnings: Infant Death, Angst.

Daeron groaned again in his sleep. Instantly Aegon dipped another handkerchief back into the water while you removed the one on the boy's forehead so that your husband could place the new handkerchief. The groans subsided making a small part of Aegon feel relieved but he would rather hear Daeron's groans than silence. Daenera had died quietly, without making a single sound.

"He'll be fine," you said in an attempt to reassure Aegon but also yourself. Neither of them had slept since Daeron got sick. Two days had already passed since the Master interrupted your chambers to inform you that his son had fallen asleep in the middle of his lessons and that when he wanted to wake him up he realized that he was flying with fever. Since then Aegon had not left Daeron's side while you only left the room to see how the rest of your children were and to make sure that Aemond had everything under control. "His fever is already going down," you announced as you stroked Daeron's face.

"I won't rest until he's fully healed," Aegon admitted. He knew it was a simple disease but still, he was afraid. Something could always happen. Life taught him that when he lost Jaehaerys, Maelor, and Daenera. The deaths of his children were sudden. He hadn't had the chance to say goodbye to them, he couldn't tell them that he loved them or be by his side during his last breath… At least now he could accompany Daeron. He hadn't been there for Jaehaerys or Maelor. If he had been there no one would have dared to touch them. Now he was with Daeron but he couldn't do anything because this time it wasn't about criminals or a violent servitude wanting to harm him but the enemy was a disease. He couldn't threaten or force the disease to leave his son's body. He felt helpless. It made him want to scream at the thought of another of his children dying and he again did nothing to help. He wasn't going to be able to take it. He couldn't go through this again.

Your hand brought him back to reality. He clung to your touch in an attempt to keep himself from dwelling on the possible death of another of his children.

"I know. I'm scared too” you said and kissed his knuckles “But he's not Daenera” you reminded him with a soft voice imagining where your husband's mind was going. “She is dead but Daeron is still alive. You have to stop mourning our son as if he were already dead" you asked, squeezing his hand "Daeron is strong, trust him"

Your words were like a slap to Aegon. I knew you were right. But he couldn't control his head. His mind tormented him with images of Daeron dying, with the silent sisters wrapping around his little body as they once did Jaehaerys and Daenera's, with you again standing before the pyre trying to gather strength to order your dragons to burn. the body of another of his sons…At least this time it wouldn't be a violent death. It wouldn't be like Jaehaerys and Maelor. He felt like vomiting when he remembered the body of his firstborn without his head, his discomfort increased at the memory of the murmurs of how little Maelor's mutilated body had been left. He had never seen it. He couldn't be at his funeral.

"Aegon" Now your hands were on his cheeks and you looked at him with pure concern. And he hates himself for doing this to you. You were already worried about Daeron, you didn't need any more worries. He had to be strong, he needed to be strong for you but he couldn't.” “You should sleep. You're just torturing yourself by staying awake. I'll call the maestre to give you something to help you sleep."

"No!" Aegon exclaimed and grabbed your wrists before you could get away from him "Please don't take me away from him" your heart broke at the despair in your husband's eyes "I need to be by his side. I can not leave it. What if the same thing happens as with Daenera?” He said with a broken voice.

Daenera Targaryen died while everyone was sleeping. You woke up in the middle of the morning to Daeron's cries asking to be fed, you were surprised not to hear a single moan from his twin because when one of the two cried it didn't take long for the other to join in the lamentations so you went to see her at her cradle. You started to scream when you realized that your daughter's small chest was not moving. Your husbands were not long in appearing at your side. The guards entered with raised swords ready to fight any threat only to find you weeping in Aemond's arms, who stood between you and Daenera's cradle to prevent you from seeing your dead daughter's body any further. As soon as he saw the guards, Aegon began to yell at them to bring all the maesters quickly, although you knew that it was already too late and that it would be useless. They confirmed what you already knew: that your baby was dead.

"It won't happen"

The moment you saw the tears running down your husband's cheeks you hugged him. The king hid his face in your neck and clung to you as he continued to cry, hating himself for being weak. He should be the one holding you, he should be your rock, he should be the one stroking your hair while he whispered soothing words to you. Not vice versa. He could see that you were trying to be strong for both of you but he noticed that your voice was getting more and more shaky and he wasn't surprised when he heard you sob. You had told him that you were also afraid and instead of calming you down, he only made everything worse. He was a terrible husband.

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annoyinglandmagazine · 7 months

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I love the idea of Finweans being transported into Years of the Trees Valinor as much as the next person but you know what I think could be just hilarious for a crack concept? A Sinda being transported into Years of The Trees Valinor. Think Beleg, Mablung, Daeron or maybe even Thingol himself (preferably with no one knowing who they are) getting out of Mandos and into Valinor but they don’t realise immediately that this isn’t current Valinor.

Thingol sees Maglor Feanorian in the marketplace which is a shock already because why would he get out before him but he doesn’t even have the decency to offer apologies when he sees them, how dare he in fact wait a minute he’s waving at him? What’s going on here why is he being friendly, he shouldn’t be able to be that friendly after killing so many people? Does he feel no guilt?

Mostly though for Thingol’s world to get absolutely shattered at meeting Maitimo Nelyafinwe, who yes technically is Maedhros Feanorian but how?! He doesn’t recognise Thingol of course so when he notices he seems a bit shaken by something he’s all polite and considerate and guides him to a bench before clapping him on the shoulder reassuringly and fetching him some tea. With the two hands he now has somehow.

And he sits with him and tries to find out if he’s alright but Thingol’s too confused to run like his life depends on it (and since this is the infamous Lord of Himring it might) because what is he even wearing? That’s practically a gown, not one he’d want to see Luthien in either, he’s not even wearing armour or carrying a blade? And he’s still smiling and it doesn’t look even slightly forced and his hair is actually long, not normal long either it’s down to his thighs for goodness sake.

All hope of sanity disappears when someone who looks no older than 20, comes up to them and starts tugging on Maedhros’ sleeve impatiently, ‘Nelyo, Nelyo, I can’t reach the tools I need for a project.’ Why in all of Arda would a child be approaching Maedhros Feanorian for anything? Why would they not be running in terror and avoiding him at all costs?

Maedhros shot him a conspiratorial glance as if he’d enjoy being in on some joke with a kinslayer ‘That’s most likely a sign you shouldn’t be using them Curufinwë,’ Curufinwë as in Curufin, possibly worse than even Maedhros himself. Of course it was.

‘But Nelyo.’

He smiled apologetically and asked him if he was feeling well enough now. He assured him he was mostly to get him out of his sight long enough to process the interaction and Maedhros Feanorian beamed at him, ‘Alright then, just feel free to come to me if you need anything, I’m always happy to help and Uncle Ara is very good at giving advice if something’s bothering you if you’d prefer.’

Then he stood, making Thingol concerned enough about the loose swathes of material to look away as a precautionary measure (was this a seduction attempt? He’d never heard of the Lord of Himring employing such dishonourable tactics but did he really know anything anymore?) and swept the child who could not be Curufin into his arms spinning him around above his head until he was in fits of giggles, ‘Now how about we ask Ammë about your project and if she says no I can take you somewhere instead? There’s an exhibition on in the city you might like? Sound good to you?’

The person who has to have just stolen the face of the eldest son of Feanor walked off with the elfling balanced easily against his hip and chatting away. This must be a weird fever dream.

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stuckyhahaha · 1 year

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Pregnant

Jace: Uncle I am pregnant.

Aegon: what? is it mine? How can you prove that?

Jace: I dare you say that again 🔪

Luke: uncle I am pregnant.

Aemond: scared panicked thrown up and fainted

Luke: hey why you thrown up more than me?

Joff: uncle I am pregnant.

Daeron: ok I got all things prepared, we will marry in the church of starry wisdom then we will live in the high tower, if it is a boy, he will be named Aemon, if it is a girl, she will be named Naerys, they will go to old town preschool, then old town primary school and old town secondary school, i haven’t settle down between old town university and citadel college, but no doubt they can’t leave old town in any circumstances, and burn up ALL THE TENT in the tower, do you have things to add?

Joff: what!?

Rhaenyra: uncle I am pregnant

Daemon: pray it to be a girl

Rhaenyra: what if we have another boy?

Daemon: give him to Jace then, we’ve already had enough boys

Aegon get hit on the head every day during jace’s pregnancy

Aemond got anxiety disorder, the acid nearly burn a hole in his stomach

Daeron got a restriction from leaving king’s landing

Daemon try to sneak his new born son to Jace’s room every night

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #jacegon #aegon x jacaerys #daeron x joffrey #joffron #daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 9 months

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Waters

summary: Your existence is an insult to the woman you serve, Alicent Hightower. As Viserys Targaryen's bastard, you should not be serving his lawfully wedded wife - and Ser Criston knows this. Still, he can't seem to stay away...

notes: criston cole x targ!bastard!reader (reader is the daughter of viserys, but not one of his wives bc I am a viserys hater at each turn and opportunity) ALSO criston is extremely mean in this for no reason lmao

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In all truth, Ser Criston scared you. Queen Alicent, whom you served as a handmaid, may have cherished her protector, but to you, he was a terrifying shadow, one that judged you for your birth whenever your eyes met.

You were putting away the queen’s jewellery when he practically appeared behind you.

“Are you stealing, Waters?” the kingsguard snapped. You jumped, dropping the Queen’s favorite ring. Quickly, you picked it up, placing it back to its rightful place.

“No, ser. I was only… I only needed to clean this for the morrow.” You stuttered. Criston scoffed behind you, a firm hand gripping onto your shoulder.

“You are a disgrace to the Queen’s household.” He snarled, his voice right at your ear. You shuddered, only ever nodding. You knew that you were a thorn in her eye, a servant that also served as a reminder of her husband’s infidelity. But you’d never chosen where you were. If you could, you would have left King’s Landing with your half-brother, Daeron.

“Apologies, ser.” You finally said. “I shall take my leave.”

For a moment, you were stupid enough to believe that Ser Criston would let you leave. It was only when he blocked the door that your stomach dropped. He smirked down at you, white armor and Dornish beauty making him a sight to behold.

You hated that it made you blush, your head fuzzy,

“Bastard.” He spat. You tried to shift around him, but he never let you, instead pinning you to the wall next to the door. “Did you steal something?”

You shook your head quickly, feeling tears prick at your eyes.

“I shall not ask again.” Criston said, his next words punctuated. “Did you steal something, Waters?”

“No.” you replied. “I swear it.”

The pressure on you relieved itself a little bit, and you took a small breath of relief.

“Perhaps next time, I shall search you.” Criston mumbled idly. You said naught in return, ignoring the thought of I don’t know if I’d mind that all that much.

Your eyes flickered to his lips, and lower, almost automatically. Quickly, you looked back up at his face, before giving a small curtsy. You prayed he hadn’t noticed.

“And what would you be looking at now?” Criston asked. You didn’t answer, didn’t dare, until Criston tipped your face upwards, forcing you to look at him.

“Speak, girl.” He spat. There was so much rage in his eyes, so much anger that you felt yourself crumble, your throat dry as you answered.

“I was looking at your lips, ser.”

Criston laughed cruelly, his hand tightening around your jaw almost painfully.

“Would the little bastard girl like to kiss me?” he asked. You never answered. It had been beaten into you by septas. If you’d lied, you were just like all other bastards. Your silence was enough, and Ser Criston smiled at you so coldly that you wished you could disappear.

It surprised you when he kissed you, but not that his kiss was methodical, devoid of love or affection. And yet, you craved it so much that you leaned into it, allowing his hand to ruck up your skirts and grab your thighs as he pleased.

As his hand travelled up your smallclothes, you were suddenly reminded of the fact that Alicent, your Queen, the woman your father had humiliated, the most powerful woman of the Seven Kingdoms was asleep in the room next to you.

“Please, Queen Alicent is-“ you began, but Criston shushed you.

“You’ll have to shut your mouth.” He said simply. As he dropped to his knees, you closed your eyes, knowing that he wasn’t doing this to pleasure, but to humiliate, to degrade you. As his kisses, this was cold too, but Gods was it good.

Your hand flew to your mouth, covering it in hopes of stopping any sounds from escaping. When a whimper left you, Criston paused, his fingers sinking into you as he looked up at you from his spot on the ground.

“Shut your mouth, you slut.” He insulted, and despite the feeling of humiliation in your gut, you nodded, closing your eyes shut and pressing your hand to your mouth, praying to the Gods that it would be enough.

Criston’s tongue lapped at you, and if you didn’t know better, you would have said that he felt like a starving man trying to sustain himself from just you. Gods, he was good, too good for a bloody kingsguard, and he was doing it all to humiliate you.

Ser Criston was out to get you, to leave you alone in the dark, and the both of you knew it. His hand returned to your thigh, squeezing it tightly, running down your skin and making you feel cherished while the dark look in his eyes did the exact opposite.

Your free hand slowly, cautiously, touched his hair. Carefully, you let your fingers twist into his dark curls, pushing him down to where you needed to be. Had he sprung up and murdered you in that moment, you wouldn’t have been surprised.

He would have done exactly what you expected of him.

Instead, Criston only laughed at your desperation, the hum of his voice making you squirm under his grip. Criston took that as a sign, pushing you further onto your queen’s vanity, skirts rucked up to your waist and cunt exposed to him.

If anyone, guards or the queen walked in in this moment, you were absolutely, royally fucked. Not even your father would attempt to save you then, not that he had ever cared about you all that much to begin with.

Your orgasm washed over you with a cruel intensity. It built itself too quickly, Criston’s movements harsh and unforgiving, and when he pushed you over the edge, it made you feel as if you were truly falling. Your hand still over your mouth, you could feel yourself beginning to truly bite down on it as he kept on going.

Stars exploded behind your eyes, but instead of focusing on how you felt, your only thought was that you could not let the queen hear, could not alert the guards, make any sound at all. Perhaps, if your brain had not turned to mush the second Ser Criston had pushed you up against the wall, you would have told him to stop now.

Of course, there was no guaranteeing that he actually would have stopped. Somewhere in the back of your mind, that thought thrilled you, too.

And when you fell over the edge, Criston kept going, spurring your pleasure on until it became to much and you tried to scramble away from him on the small vanity space that the Queen usually occupied. Your heart dropped as one of her rings fell to the ground, the sound of it making it seem like the loudest thing in the entire world.

Your heart thumped, waiting for the worst to happen. Instead, Criston paused his assault, sneering at you.

“Dumb whore, watch what you’re doing.” He said, and you looked down, ashamed. The folds of your rumpled skirt only served as a reminder as to what exactly you were doing.

“What, don’t have anything to say for yourself?” Criston asked. Your silence seemed to enrage him just as much as when you spoke, and he stood in front of you. Traces of you glistened on his face in the dark, your thighs already aching from his grip, but it seemed that this was not enough for him.

“Get on the floor.” He commanded. You could have left now, made a run for it for somewhere where guards would think that you hadn’t done anything yet, that it was the kingsguard who was dishonouring you, and not you yourself.

Of course, they still probably would have let it happen, but at least, you only would have been sent away from court with rumours following you.

Yes, you could have left. Yet, your feet planted themselves to the ground, frozen there, and you remained, staring at Criston with the smallest bit of defiance. It crumbled under his cold gaze, and you felt yourself dropping to the ground for him.

He didn’t even have to ask you to open your mouth for him, and so, it was your own mind that taunted you for it. His hand threaded through your hair almost gently, slowly guiding you before he picked up a quicker pace. His cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged around it, but he seemed to relish that feeling, too.

It appeared as if he got bored with you like this, though. Perhaps he was used to seeing you in such positions of servitutde, kneeling for your queen to straighten out her dress, doing anything and everything to please the people around you like the loyal bitch you were. Just like now.

Criston’s hands wrapped around your hips, holding you in place as he bent you over. Your own hands scraped against the wooden floor, trying to find some sort of stability as you tried to find something to anchor you between the ache in your knees that came with kneeling, your pleasure and the absolute humiliation that only served to make your pussy drip even more.

He entered you without warning, and though you had felt his size in your throat just moments before, it still punched the air out of you as he sheathed himself in your cunt. There was a stretch, though you were ready, and though you thought you’d been prepared, but the sting of it still made you bit your lip in an attempt to stay quiet.

One hadn remained on your hip while the other, his swordhand, the one he used to kill, wrapped around the back of your neck Calmly, Criston pushed your head down to the floor, and there was no need to humiliate you verbally, his actions were enough entirely.

Slowly, he began to move, the hand around your hips moving down to your clit, an arm keeping you locked in place. There was nowhere to run, and, even if Alcient herself had walked into the room in this instant, you knew that he wouldn’t have stopped.

A part of your humiliation was soothed by the fact that the perfect, pious Ser Criston could not resist you, a plain bastard. That part of you was drunk on power, quickly beginning to overtake the parts that had been afraid, and you felt brave enough to let a small sound slip. Only a quiet one, one that was sure to be swallowed by thick walls and myrish tapestries.

Ser Criston’s face curdled into a snarl, and his movements picked up, his pace so burtal that you could ee your skirts rocking across the floor. Still the feeling of it was better than most things you had experienced as Ser Criston’s hand feverishly circled your clit. You could feel your second peak approaching, a wave building within you that had one of your hands leaving the floor and going back to your mouth.

You bit down on the back of your hand as you came, walls helplessly clenching down on Ser Criston’s movements. He did not relent, hips jerking into you almost uncontrollably.

There was no warning when he had his release, moaning quietly as his seed covered your walls. With a few more thrusts, Criston pulled out, leaving you panting. Your hair stuck to your forehead with sweat, wrists and knees aching from holding up your weight, but none of it compared to the soreness of your thighs and cunt.

You knew you would not be able to walk the next day.

A small part of you hoped that Ser Criston would show you some affection, perhaps kiss you gently or take your hand, but none of that ever came. Instead, he stood after a few moments, pulling his breeches back on and walking out of the door.

You sat slowly, trying to straighten out your skirts. Still on your knees, you put Queen Alicent’s fallen jewellery back onto her vanity, before you tried to stand on shaking legs. As his seed dripped down your thighs, you had the sinking realisation of what he had just done to you.

If you did naught, there was a good chance you’d soon be carrying his child…

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ladytargtower · 1 year

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Apparently this is Alys ? Ummm not really feeling it but I mean obviously I’ll wait till we have some images and the season but ….. now just give me my daeron plz even if it’s not

I mean I’ll survive as long as it’s not Harry

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lullaebies · 9 months

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Hey hope you're doing well<3

Could you please write Jaehaerys' funeral ( i know i'm horrible 🥲) where his body will be burned like Targaryen rituals? Everyone is waiting for Helaena to say dracarys but she stands still so Aegon steps up and says it

I first have to tell you that this is insane brain twinning because because I have written this exact scenario in a reddit comment before, I gasped when I saw your ask!! wish I had a screenshot omg. Also writing this made me super emotional - I hope this heavy dosage of angst will hit well! —

The boy is laid in an unlit pyre, pale body surrounded by blue flowers that are more alive than him.

Forget-me-nots, are what those gentle blue blossoms are called. Helaena is as pale as the corpse she has been overwatching, the crowd surrounding the area just an illusion to a soul already departed, but in her state she still managed to yell her son deserved to have his favorite flowers around him.

Aegon didn’t know those were his son’s favorite flowers. They are unremarkable in color, dainty in shape; perhaps if he had known before, he would’ve been able to appreciate them some, but seeing them now, this way, makes him want to order every single one in the Seven Kingdoms to be plucked out of the ground.

He dares not voice that order aloud. The ratcatchers dying didn’t clear out the shame, and tearing at flowers will not do so either. The weight of the boy would have been so light to carry in his arms, but now it is heavier than he could ever lift. The guilt made certain of it. And yet his own wife feels it a tenfold, he knows.

Helaena is by his side, but only Dreamfyre croaks and cries beside him; only Sunfyre answers to her. Mother is holding onto Maelor, conveniently far enough apart from them, enough so her daughter wouldn’t break into tears. Jaehaera found herself in the hands of a grandsire, face deep in his shirt, unable to look towards the pyre. He almost wishes he had any option to do the same, to try and forget — but no, there is no place for it, not anymore.

They have a septon read some blessings, before the boy is to be cremated. It’s a farce of a thing, to have anyone believe that the Seven who are One would bless his son in any way when the Crone already led his murderers to him, when the Mother did nothing when his head was sliced off. He almost wishes the septon was the one to be burned instead. But a sacrifice of a raggedy old man won’t bring a lively boy back.

When the man of the Faith finishes, Targaryen blood is due to say the final word, only they able to make the dragons lay one’s soul to rest. Helaena has switched out of that darned, bloody dress to say it; she bathed and combed her hair and wore her crown for this alone. He keeps himself quiet as he waits for her to say it. Aemond and Daeron are glaring daggers at anyone who dare show even the slightest impatience. Dreamfyre approaches, craning her neck above them. He thinks Helaena has steeled herself finally, and he sees her mouth move open, but it opens to no sound, and when it does give one, it is only a sob. Her shoulders turn as if to cave into themselves and he has to hold her arm to keep her still. She’ll drown them all with her tears before she burns the last remnant of their son.

She has been made to make that call once, already. To say what a mother should never say, and now she must say goodbye to a boy who should’ve been the one to see her off, many many years from now. She opens her mouth, but she cannot speak; Aegon doesn’t know if she’ll ever trust her own words again.

She looks to him when he touches her, the puffy bloodshot eyes being daggers of their own. Daggers, swords, scorpion bolts and all — and all they do is ask for mercy. I can’t, they say.

His eyes are pooling with tears as well, and Aegon swallows his emotions one by one. I can’t, either, he wants to say, it is my fault, his mind supplies. But then the silence around them is unbearable, and the crick in his neck reminds him of the crown they lost the boy for. Sunfyre approaches closer, without him saying a word, and he knows his choice is gone. This I must do.

His lip trembles in contempt. For who? The whole world perhaps, he thinks for a moment. This whole world that still breathes when he never had any air to begin with. May be only for myself.

Aegon looks at the boy, one last time. To remember the face that has been sown back to the body, the cheeks that he has only ever pinched for moments brief, the brows that have once rose so high when he asked his questions, the lips that made his pouts just like his, full but sullen. But he at least knew how to make them into a bright smile, too.

“Dracarys.”

The golden rays made of fire envelop the pyre whole; Helaena’s face comes to hide against his arm, but Aegon is unable to look away. The blue flowers are scorched into ash, mixing with his remains. Forget-me-nots.

He won’t forget. Aegon knows his son will haunt him until he meets him once more, and he hopes he does. He hopes he chases after him the same way he used to chase him down the halls of the Keep, unrelenting and determined to remind him what he is supposed to be.

I’ll listen, this time. The father you’ll meet next would be one that avenged you, Jaehaerys.

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yourlocalnetizen · 6 months

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Putting Targ males into tiers based on how much I like them.

I would plant my DNA in a crime scene for them:

Aemon the Pale Prince, Baelon, Vaegon, Daeron the Daring, Jacaerys, Viserys II, Aemon the Dragonknight, Baelor Breakspear, Maester Aemon, Aegon V

I would kiss them:

Aegon II (after I give him a breath mint), Aemond, Daeron II, Maekar, Daeron the Drunken, Duncan, Viserys III

My happy vitamins:

Aenys, Laenor, Lucerys, Aegon III, Aerys I, Valarr, Daeron son of Aegon V

They interest me, but I wouldn't say I like them:

Aegon I, Jaehaerys I, Daeron I, Baelor I, Daemon Blackfyre, Bloodraven, Rhaegar

Completely neutral:

Aegon the Uncrowned, Viserys son of Aenys, Joffrey, Rhaegel, Matarys, Aelor

Love to hate them:

Maegor, Viserys I, Aegon IV, Bittersteel, Aerion Brightflame, Aerys II

IDGAF:

Jaehaerys II

I'd pay to burn them alive they infuriate me so much:

Daemon the Rogue Prince

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thesunfyre4446 · 12 days

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I'm the only one who is mad about the fact that Rhaenyra will fight? And that Baela will fight too? Like the only gight she had in the book was in Dragonstone, since she didn’t leave there.

And wtf is that dragon behind Rhaenyra in the end????? Is Balerion? Because if it is and someone, anyone dare to say that HBO isn't TB I'm going havoc.

Love Aegon moment: F dignity, I want revenge.

Again: WHERE IS DAERON!!!!! They put Baela fighting before and Rhaenyra doing something, but they don't show my baby? They are putting more blacks fighting, but taking out a green fighter? And I'm pretty sure that they won't put Helaena's fighting or anything, they'll just show her sad.

This is killing me.

tbh after seeing this :

i don't care lol i was afraid they'll ruin aegon & make him a coward but in the trailer he looked feral & ready for battle. targtowers bros are going to be so chaotic this season !!!!!!

i'm not mad about having baela and rhaenyra fighting & giving them more active role in the war. that's fine. (baela being in the battle of rr is actually very interesting) BUT why is helaena not getting the same treatment ? looks like they're going to downplay helaena's importance. that sucks. she's literally the queen and rider of dreamfyre.

and daeron's confirmed. (even in s1 daemon says that the greens have 4 dragons) but looks like him and nettles are not going to appear this season. :\\\\

#hotd #house of the dragon #team green #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen ii #helaena targaryen #daeron the daring #nettles

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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Dear Uncle

pairing: Fanon!Halaena Targaryen x Male OC

summary: Rhaegal Targaryen has finally returned from his long trip of flying around the world on his dragon, Helfyre.

Word count: 2,4K

Warnings: Fluff, falling in love, incest, the word Whore was used several times, mention of alcohol

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Rhaegal grinned at the sight of king's landing finally coming to view. He stirred Vyraxes towards the dragonpit where guards were waiting for him with a horse. He knew that his brother's health has been very fragile and he has been sick for many years now, according to Daemon.

The horse ride did not take long since Rhaegal was eager to see his family, he was merelt thirteen when he left on his journey of travels and seeing adventure and now he was a man grown. Viserys and his wife were standing by the gates awaiting his arrivel.

"Brother" Viserys smiled as much as he could with his mask on. Rhaegal's heart broke at the sight of his mighty king brother.

"Your grace" Rhaegal bowed to his brother. Viserys waved him off and pulled him in for a hug. Rhaegal's eyes wandered behind Viserys noticing his nieces and nephews along with Daemon and their children.

"You have been missed dearly, brother" Viserys pulled away and looked over his brother. Rhaegal has long hair reaching just below his shoulders and it was identical to Daemon's hair. However Rhaegal's eyes mismatched just like their mother's eyes, one amethyst and the other blue. He was tall and lean from training and he had his sword, Silverlight, was on his belt.

"I have missed you as well brother, I see your children are not little anymore" Rhaegal moved his gaze to the three silver haired children behind Viserys, three boys and one girl.

"Do not dare skip me, brother" Daemon teased stepping forward. Rhaegal's smile became brighter at the sight of his favorite brother.

"I would not dare" Rhaegal pulled Daemon in for a hug as they laughed with one another. Rhaenyra noticed Alicent fuming expression at being ignored by the new prince and smirked.

"Are you not going to greet your uncle?" Rhaegal turned to the four children. He called them halfbreed being half Hightower and not pure Targaryen. The ahort haired prince stepped over first with a smug smirk on his face.

"Aegon I assume" Rhaegal smirked right back at him. Aegon nodded his head and pulled his uncle in for a hug, he had been very young when Rhaegal had left and had no memory of his uncle, not even a shadow of one.

"I am shocked you left your cups, dear nephew" Rhaegal whispered in Aegon's ear. The latter pulled away with a glare and moved back to stand in line. Then stepped the one eyed prince who had an emotionless face, Rhaegal sympythised with the prince who got no justice in place of his eye.

"Uncle" Aemond mere nodded and moved back in line, not one for physical touch Rhaegal noticed. Daeron stepped over next still a very young boy and bowed his head at his uncle.

"You have grown boy" Rhaegal patted the young man on his shoulder. His gaze finally fell on his second niece who was staring at himshyky almost. She stepped over and gave him a small smile, she barely remembered him unlike Aegon she cherished memories from her youth.

"Welcome back uncle" Rhaenyra broke the staring contest and pulled Rhaegal in for a hug. He patted her back but resumed staring at Halaena who was looking at her hands shyly.

"I believe Rhaegal is tired and in need of some rest" Viserys broke the awkward silence. He ignored the glare his wife was giving him for not addressing the fact that Rhaegal did not acknowledge her presence.

"I fear I have forgotten my way around here, may I borrow Halaena to show me the way?" Rhaegal kept on an innocent facade on which decieved even Daemon. Halaena's head snapped up at the mention of her name and eyed her father awaitinghis answer. Viserys nodded too tired at this point to argue.

Rhaegal held out his arm for his niece to take. They walked in silence for a second until they were a good distance away from the rest of the family. Rhaegal reached into his pocket and pulled out a small book, it was as big as his palm and no more.

"Here" Rhaegal held it out to his niece, of course he had presents for everyone in the family. Halaena's eyes widened noticing he was trying to hand her something.

"What is that, Kepus?" Halaena asked. She took the book in her fre hand and looked up at him. Rhaegal remembered Halaena as a baby but now she was a woman grown and his heart hammered in his chest whenever he tookn a glance her way so he decided to keep his gaze on the way they were walking in.

"A book of all the bugs and insects in Dorne, I know there are no books pf them here" Rhaegal answered. Halaean removed her hand from his elbow and scrambled to open the book curiously. Her steps did not stop as she looked at the first page which was about some type of beetle.

"Thank you a lot, Kepus, I will read it with you in mind" Halaena looked back up at him with a genuine smile on her pretty face. They came to a stop in front of a door, he remembered as his own room.

"Is that all I get?" Rhaegal smirked down at her. Halaena blushed and looked at the wall behind him. A couple of seconds passed in complete silence and Rhaegal was about to open the door and just walk in accepting that Halaena did not find his joke funny but she surprised him when she stretched on the tip of her toes and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, Kepus" She whispered. She turned around and hurried down the corridor leaving him frozen beside his bedchambers. Rhagael touched the place her lips touched earlier before stepping into his room.

"Your bath is ready, my prince" A handmaiden was already there preparing his bath. He did not answer and opted to concentrate on removing his belt which held Silverlight. He placed them on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

"Do you need anything, my prince" The handmaiden asked turning to face him. He shook his head which she took as a signal to leave him alone. Rhagael removed his tunic and followed by his linen and pants.

He let out a small sigh as he sunk down in the tub and leaned back enjoying the smell of the oils the handmaiden had placed in the water. He loved Helfyre but he grew bored of the smell of dragons and wet air from the rain they encountered on the way here.

Rhaegal fastened the last button on his black tunic when a knock on the door broke his cocintration. He called "Come in" As he fastened his belt around his waist securing Silverlight. He turned to see who walked in and froze at the sight of Halaena in her beautiful blue gown, it had some embroidery on it that matched the color of her hair that was tied back in a beautiful style.

"Kepus, I firgured since you do not remember the way to your bedchambers then you must have forgotten the way to the ballroom" Halaena spoke shyly. Rhaegall noticed her fidgeting with her fingers in front of her. He smiled and stepped over to her.

"You are right my dear niece, I seem to have mixed maps of the many palaces I have been to in my head" Rhaegal held out his arm again for her. She smiled shyly and linked their arms together and lead the way out of his room followed by their guards.

"I must admit Halaena, you look quit beautiful in this dress" Rhaegal whispered so their guards cannot hear. Halaena looked down at her dress with a blush on her cheeks.

"Thank you Kepus, you look handsome as well" Halaena responded. Even from a distance Rhaegal could see some of the guests arriving to the feast his brother orginized in his honor.

"Forgive me for interfering Kepus, but where is your lady wife? Has she not ucompinied you here?" Halaena looked up at him with a curious gaze. She always questioned her mother about him but never recieved an explination or any type of answer.

"I am unwed niece, my betrothed passed before our wedding and I remained unwed since then" Rhaegal answered. He was once betrothed to a beautiful girl from the house Arryn, a cousin of Aemma's, but she passed very young from a fever and Viserys left him be when he left on his travels after that. He did not love but he held some respect for her, they were two children back then.

"I apoligize, I should not have asked" Halaena gasped horified. Her free hand slapped up and over her mouth as if she wanted to block the words from coming out but it was too late.

"It is alright Halaena, it has been many years" Rhaegal chuckled. He patted her hand over his elbow to comfort her. She removed her hand from her mouth and nodded slightly. They were announced before stepping into the room.

Even from the doors he could see the furious look on Alicent's face as she sat beside Viserys on the head table. He stirred Halaena over to the table and bowed before his brother.

"Thank you, your grace for going through all this trouble for me" Rhaegal yet again ignored Alicent. Halaena removed her hand from his elbow when she noticed her mother's glare move to here.

"It was the Queen who orginized everything" Otto Hightower said. Rhaegal turned to him with a discrete glare on his face. He wanted to punch him in the face for speaking during a conversation Rhaegal was having with his brother.

“Thank you your grace, I am sure you spared no expense even your own health” Rhaegal sent Alicent a fake smile. She grinned proudly at finally being recognized and addressed by the prince.

“My dear husband missed his brother and I knew he would want a huge feast to welcome you back, my prince” Alicent replied. Rhaegal moved to take his seat beside Viserys with Daemon on his other side.

“Dorne did you good brother” Daemon joked eyeing Rhaegal’s tanned skin. He has been touring everywhere not wanting to miss any beauty in this world and ended up with sunburns several times.

“I went crazy from the amount of sun there” Rhaegal replied taking a sip of his wine. Daemon chuckled shaking his head and turned to look at Viserys on Rhaegal’s other side.

“Look what those Highcunts did to him” Daemon whispered. Rhaegal sighed sadly as he watched his brother use one hand to drink his wine. Rhaegal wished he could find some cure to help Viserys but his sickness was unknown.

“What can be done?” Rhaegal shrugged. He wanted noting but to jump over the table and punch Otto Hightower. He downed the rest of his wine and slammed his cup down on the table.

“Go find some maiden brother and unwind” Daemon joked. Rhaegal would never do that, to be honest he never felt any kind of pull towards women much, yes he had some whores here and there but not even close to Daemon.

“I am alright and in no need of unwinding” Rhaegal replied. Daemon let it go and turned back to Rhaenyra, his wife. Rhaegal always wondered if he would ever marry a relative like his family’s traditions. However when he became betrothed at nine name days he let that thought float away. But after seeing Halaena he did not mind thinking that way again.

Rhaegal stood up from his seat and descended down to mingle among the people attending the feast in his honor. Many lords and ladies through themselves on him for different reasons, the lords wanted favors while the ladies wanted his attention. Rhaegal gave one of the ladies a smile and slithered away. His gaze landed on Halaena sitting beside her mothered and her whore of a brother looking bored. So he made his way over to her again.

“You will honor me if you allowed me a dance with you, niece” Rhaegal whispered to her. Halaena’s head snapped in his direction. Alicent was watching the two closely, she was disgusted by the ways of the Targaryens and would rather die than let her own daughter marry a relative.

“The honor is mine, Kepus” Halaena placed her hand into his and got out of her seat. They descended down the stairs and to the dance floor. Rhaegal did not shy away from touching her and doing the right moves of the dance.

He ignored the burning glare or Alicent and Otto as he glided with Halaena around the dance floor. She giggled as her dress flared around her. Rhaegal grinned at the sound and he wanted to stay in that moment forever even though he still knew nothing about his little niece.

Rhaegal felt every nerve in his body shake but he refused to show it to anyone especially the guards that opened the doors to him or Alicent and Otto who were standing on either side of the king after he had requested a meeting with him.

“I requested to speak with the king not his wife and hand” Rhaegal hissed glaring at the two of them.

“His majesty does not make decisi-“ Otto began but Viserys raised his hand silencing him.

“Leave me and brother alone” Viserys ordered. Alicent and Otto had no arguments and left the room angrily.

“What is the reason for this meeting, brother?” Viserys questioned. Rhaegal’s nerves returned and he had to swallow the lump in his throat so he does not stumble through his words.

“I will not beat around the bush Viserys, I want to offer a betrothal for myself and your daughter Halaena” Rhaegal answered. Viserys’s eyebrows furrowed in shock, when did the two have time to meet but there was no need for that because Rhaegal liked his niece more than he thought he could when he first met her after he spent the entire night dancing and conversing with her throughout the feast.

“But she is betrothed to Aegon” Viserys stated.

“I know but who will be better to her?” Rhaegal answered cheekily. Viserys chuckled as a sense of deja vu hit him. The circumstances were different and much more innocent this time around but it seems his daughters were destined to marry their uncles.

That day the kingdom received the news of the betrothal of Prince Rhaegal and his niece Princess Halaena. Aegon was relieved that he did not have to marry his sister and he could still be free to his cups and whores.

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #game of thrones #viserys targaryen #daemon targaryen #daemon x oc #aegon ii #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen #Rhagael Targaryen #halaena targaryen #house targeryen #house of the dragon imagine #hotd aemond #aemond fic #aemond imagine

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floatyflowers · 1 year

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Dark Platonic Mothers! HOTD/GOT (Cersei, Alicent, Sansa, and Rhaenyra) x Reader

Cersei Lannister

"You never love anything in the world the way you love your first child"

You are Cersei's first and only trueborn child with Robert.

Even though, your mother hates your father, doesn't mean you are hated, it is quiet the opposite.

Cersei would sacrifice everything to ensure that you stay by her side.

She would fight off any possible arranged marriages that Robert might have in mind for you.

Marrying you to Robb Stark? Cersei will make sure that Robert has horrible nights, until he removes this idea from his mind.

Joffrey doesn't dare to harm you in any way, because he knows what his mother would do to him if he touches a hair on your head.

After your younger siblings' deaths, Cersei becomes filled with paranoia that she might outlive you too.

She will make sure that you are kept safe even if it means stripping you away from your freedom.

Alicent Hightower

You are her favorite child without a doubt.

Maybe it is because you are not as drunk and perverted as Aegon or as vengeful and dangerous as Aemond or as dreamy and strange as Helaena.

Of course, there is also Daeron but he is in Oldtown, so he is not around as much for Alicent to favor him.

As a baby, you never caused tantrums when she came to spend time with you.

You consider her your friend, and tell her all your secrets.

Even that secret where you had a crush on a stable boy.

Strange how the boy disappeared the next day with a trance.

When Otto suggested the idea of marrying you off to Tyland Lannister, Alicent turned the idea down.

She would never give up your happiness, she would kill for your sake.

Sansa Stark

You are hers and Ramsay's daughter.

But you were given her last name, as Sansa didn't want you to be connected to the Boltons.

She thought she would hate you, but when she held you in her arms for the first time, she couldn't help but love you.

Like a little pup, you started following your mother around ever since you learned how to walk.

Sansa prefers it that way, you and her spending time together.

You filled the hole in her heart after her mother's death, she wants to have the same mother-daughter relationship with you as she had with her mother.

Everything was going on well, until Arya decided to visit Winterfall.

The moment your Aunt started speaking about her travels is the moment you realize you want to explore the outside world.

Sansa made sure that her younger sister is not welcome to speak to you again, especially after she accused her of locking you away like some bird.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Your mother turned into a completely different person after the death of your younger brother, Luke.

She announced the annulment of your marriage to Aemond, even though it was already consummated.

She has forbidden you from returning to King's Landing to get your daughter, claiming it was too dangerous for you, and that your daughter is better off with her father.

Rhaenyra can't bear to lose you just like how she lost Luke or Visenya.

When you try to escape, you are caught and your dragon is taken away from you, given sleeping herbs to put the beast to sleep.

When you called her a hypocrite for wanting to protect you as a mother, but at the same time, forbidding you from seeing your own daughter.

Rhaenyra would only hug you tightly and forcibly by grabbing into your head.

"You have to sacrifice for me, just like I sacrificed for you and your siblings"

This is when you realize that your mother truly deserves to be compared to Maegor the Cruel.

#tw: toxic relationships #yandere house of the dragon #platonic yandere #daughter reader #alicent x reader #rhaenyra x reader #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #sansa stark #cersei lannister

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