It's Aemond Targaryen you asked, it's Aemond Targaryen we give (and sorry because this is going to be long 😅)
Ok, ever since I read this au where Meraxes wasn't killed and lived until the Dance made me think that she'll def be bigger than Vhagar (since it's established in the books that Meraxes was bigger than Vhagar during the Conquest) this made me think, what if Meraxes, due to her size and her headstrong and tenacious personality, became like a wild dragon and stayed hidden somewhere in Dragonstone after Queen Rhaenys's death because no one is worthy to become her new rider.
Since Meraxes decided to stay hidden, most people over the years believed she really died, until she was discovered by (Y/N) months after her mother Rhaenyra and Daemon's wedding. (Y/N), believed to be Queen Rhaenys I's reincarnation for having the Targaryen looks and personality despite being Jacaerys' younger twin, became worthy to Meraxes and bonded with her to become her rider.
The Blacks knowing that Meraxes will be of great asset to their side decided to keep her a secret and still made everyone in the kingdom, especially the Greens, believe that (Y/N) still doesn't have a dragon. So IMAGINE Aemond's shock when Meraxes and (Y/N) came to Lucaerys and Arrax's aid on that night at Storm's End, saving Luce and arrived at Dragonstone alive. Imagine the shock of the Greens that the Blacks have Meraxes that's bigger than Vhagar on their side, and imagine what Aemond would feel that his precious little niece since he has been pining for her for years.
Doomsday
Hi! This is so long, I’m so sorry. I just had so much to say, I probably should have made this multiple parts. Oh well, I wanted to get it out anyway. I changed a few parts of your request, but nothing major. I hope everything I added is ok, and that you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!
(Warnings: violence, gore, mentions of death, kinda targaryen incest, swearing, let me know if i missed anything)
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Your relationship with your family was most definitely an interesting one.
Being the sole daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, you had many eyes on you. Especially because you were the only one of her children that resembled her looks. She did eventually have children with Daemon that got the Targaryen features, but for a time, you were the only one. Which was particularly odd, considering you were twins with Jacaerys, who looked nothing like you.
Many speculated that you were a child from another, that Rhaneyra took in as her own. Others suspected that you were her only true child she had with Laenor Velaryon. There were even whispers of you being a reincarnation of past rulers, including Queen Rhaenys.
Your parents never addressed the silly claims, only ever raising you as a Targaryen and a Velaryon. You were to hold your head up high, just as your Mother did.
Growing up in King’s Landing, there wasn’t much you particularly enjoyed doing. The city wasn’t to your taste. Your brothers and your uncles regularly trained, which you occasionally looked in on to fill the time, but you hardly ever joined yourself.
Being Rhaenyra’s daughter, and the supposed daughter of Laenor, there was a certain expectation that you train as well alongside your brothers as well.
However, your family had lots to say about it, especially Aegon. To avoid the harassment, Ser Harwin offered to train you one on one. Ser Criston, biased towards your uncles, made training a very unpleasant experience, and Ser Harwin took it upon himself to make sure you received the same training as your brothers did. You suspected your Mother had something to do with it, but Ser Harwin never made it seem like he was acting on her request. He was always kind to you, which was one of the few perks to living in the capital.
Occasionally, Aemond would join in on training with you. Your relationship growing up with Aemond was interesting, to say the least. One of the other few perks of living in the city. As children, you bonded over the fact that neither of you had dragons, despite both of you being given dragon eggs when you were born. They never hatched, which Aegon enjoyed taunting you both to no end about.
Your brothers weren’t as cruel, but they joked with you as well, as young boys tend to do. Jacaerys, your twin brother, often tried to console you about it. Sometimes, he’d let you fly with him on his dragon, Vermax, who seemed to sense how close you were with his rider. As nice as Jace would try to be, he also lived to tease you, as any brother would.
“You’ll have a dragon one day,” he’d tell you. “Besides, it’s only fair, Y/N. You got the silver hair. You're the spitting image of Mother.”
You’d scoff, playfully rolling your eyes at him. “I’ll trade you for a dragon.”
“Then who would keep Aemond company while the rest of us are out flying?”
You remembered the day your brothers and uncle decided it would be funny to tell Aemond they had found him a dragon, and instead brought a pig with parchment wings glued to its back out of the dragon pit. His Mother told him to forget his incessant obsession over having a dragon, but he just couldn’t let it go.
You found him that evening, stalking around in the courtyard, pouting. When he heard you approach, he sniffled and quickly wiped under his eyes, but he knew you had caught him crying. You told him there was no shame in it, and that he did not have to hide that part of himself to you.
You had sat down, patting the spot on the ground next to you. He relented, taking his place beside you. You sat in comfortable silence, something you often did together. Aemond was never a man of many words, but he was especially quiet in times like this.
“We will have dragons one day, Aemond. I know it. It does no good to dwell on it now. Don’t give them the satisfaction of seeing your tears. Tell me you know that.”
He turned to you, offering a small smile. “I know.”
He didn’t really believe it himself, but somehow, he knew you were right. You were never able to lie to him, and so he knew you were only ever speaking the truth. And if you believed, he believed it too. Your faith was good enough for him.
Aemond was always good at comforting you, too.
When you heard news of Ser Harwins death, you were near inconsolable. While you understood the rumors around your family, and you knew in your heart that there was great potential for the man to be your Father, you publicly grieved anyway.
Aemond threatened to take the tongue of any man who teased you about it.
—
As you got older, you saw less and less of Aemond. The night Lucerys took Aemond’s eye, defending his brother and Daemon’s daughters, you didn’t exactly take his side. If there was one thing you were, it was loyal to your family. As much as you loved Aemond, you wouldn’t take his side if you knew in your heart that he was wrong. You had told him how you thought him claiming Vhagar was unfair, and that it wasn’t his right to do so. Still, that made it no easier to see him hurt, and permanently scarred. You knew it would leave him vulnerable to torment.
That night, Alicent attacked your own Mother.
An eye for an eye.
You weren’t having it. Just as fierce and brave as your mother, you stood in front of Luke and Jace, trying your best to protect them. Rhaenyra took a knife for it, and it was the final blow that wedged its way into the middle of your family, dividing the two sides.
The Greens and the Blacks.
Alicent wouldn’t allow her sons to be around your brothers for longer than absolutely necessary. By association, this included you too. In your later years, you came to understand why Alicent did all that she did. She just wanted her family safe, and she did what she could with the cards she was dealt. But that didn’t mean that you were happy about it, and you spent what little time you had left in the city trying to make amends with Aemond.
Surprisingly, he wasn’t that upset. The night he was hurt, you had snuck to see him. You profusely apologized, swearing that you never meant for any of this to happen. He had stopped you, sounding much wiser than his age.
“I understand, Y/N. They’re your family. I would never ask you to give up your loyalty for me.”
If only he knew just how much you cared about him, and how you often worried that one day, you would be asked to give it up for him. You could never stomach the idea of truly letting him go.
At the time, you didn’t know what to say. He was being suspiciously kind, especially after all you said to his mother in your brother's defense.
“It is a trade that I can bear, Y/N. An eye seems a small price for the largest dragon in the world. You were right in the end.”
“I really am sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I’m grateful you understand,” you muttered, gently taking his hand in yours. You slightly grinned. “And of course I was right, I always am. I’m happy for you. Truly. Maybe a bit jealous, but truly.”
—
In the following years, you spent most of your time with your family on Dragonstone.
Sometimes, Aemond would write letters to you. It warmed your heart to know he still thought of you. He had matured immensely since you left. You heard tales of him, of the mysterious young Prince, rider of Vhagar, distinguished swordsman. It amused you to think of him in that light, when you could still remember beating him in duels as children and watching him complain to Ser Criston.
When your grandsire, King Viserys, was said to be very ill, your Mother decided it was finally time to return to King's Landing.
It was good timing, since Rhaenyra would have the opportunity to introduce her youngest children to her Father, as well as inform him of the marriage pact between your brothers and Daemon’s daughters. It was also an opportunity to challenge Vaemond for Driftmark, which your Mother believed to be rightfully Lucerys’s. Rhaenys had a soft spot for you, and a respect for Rhaenyra, and your family knew she would eventually back you all and vouch for you to the King.
Upon arrival, Alicent greeted you. Daemon, able to see through her antics, had little patience for her speeches. Unlike him, you could see that she was trying her best to mend the family, if not for herself, then for her husband, who greatly desired it.
She directed you to where Aemond was, so that her and your Mother could catch up. You found him in the courtyard, silently watching the ships in the harbor. Vhagar could be seen across the water, soaring through the sky.
You had grown into yourself since the last time in the city, but it was nothing, compared to Aemond.
He was tall now, much taller than you. His hair was long, a shining silver, tied back out of his face. He carried himself like a warrior, with his head high. He was always a rather quiet person, but now his silence only added to his reverence. He wore an eye patch, covering the eye he lost. Even from a distance, you could see the slightly raised scar, which healed with a silver hue.
You had almost forgotten how handsome he was. He really was beautiful.
You couldn’t help yourself from smiling. You cleared your throat, alerting him of your presence.
“Are you going to stand there all day, or am I expected to just hug myself?”
He smiled, a genuine rare smile. His voice was soft. “Y/N.”
Aemond, just as he wasn’t a man of many words, wasn’t a man accustomed to touch. He rarely ever sought out your touch, or anyone’s touch for that matter…it was only when he was really upset, and it was all that could pull him back from the brink. But this time, he opened his arms, hoping that you’d be just as excited to see him as he was to see you.
You laughed, a bright sound that warmed his heart. You rushed over to him, securing your arms tight around his waist. You pressed your cheek to his chest, relishing in his hold. He was warm, and familiar.
“Look at you,” you murmured into his chest.
“Look at you,” he replied, leaning back to get a better look at you. “How have you managed to get even more beautiful since the last time I saw you?”
“Oh, hush. You’re one to talk.” You grinned.
“I’m glad to have you back. Finally, someone worth talking to. No one around here is capable of holding a halfway decent conversation.”
You shook your head, teasing. “Don’t exaggerate. You don’t like talking, anyway. I bet you were glad to see me go. ‘Finally, some peace and quiet.’ It’s a wonder I’ve put up with you for as long as I have.”
“Alright, alright. Truce. Come, Helaena will be happy to see you.”
You smiled, following him, but then groaned, realizing. “Please tell me Aegon isn’t around. I’d rather not spoil my day within minutes of my arrival. I cannot be held responsible for my actions if he bothers me. Surely, your mother would understand. You are the favorite, after all.”
Aemond hummed, chuckling. “Don’t push your luck.”
—
The day had turned out to be quite the series of events. You, amongst many other things, bore witness to Daemon beheading Vaemond Velaryon, in defense of your Mother. Vaemond had called you bastards, and Rhaenyra a whore.
If Daemon hadn't done something about it, you would have. You didn’t take kindly to insults towards your family. While it was true that your brothers bore no resemblance to their father, you didn’t let that get in the way of defending them.
To tell the truth, you harbored no great affection for your Father, Ser Laenor. He was a kind man, even kinder for fathering children that were not his, if there was to be any truth to the rumors. He loved you, as any father would, but he never made any attempts to strengthen yours and his relationship.
Your Mother told you it was because you resembled the Targaryens. Your spirit reminded him of his sister, who he greatly missed.
When he “passed,” and Daemon married your Mother, you were happier for it. You always enjoyed Daemon’s company, and of your siblings, he seemed to prefer you. He had no shame in hiding it. He was infinitely better at fathering girls.
You were happy to have Rhaena and Baela at your side during your time at Dragonstone, as well as Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys, who often visited.
You had a great love for the Blacks. You were extremely loyal to them, and when they were threatened in court, you stood by Daemon's side without so much as flinching.
Helaena gasped and turned away, shielded by her mother, even Aegon taking a step back. Aemond just watched, slightly bewildered, but intrigued.
He met your eyes across the room, and your face was stoic. Brave. He had always liked that about you.
That night, the King ordered that the family dine together, united as one. It went about as well as could be expected with all the estranged family members in one room.
You had grown quite fond of Daemon since he had married your Mother, and you shared an amused glance across the table as Alicent said a prayer before the meal.
You looked over towards Aemond, to see if you could catch his gaze, but he had his eyes dutifully closed. Whether he was actually praying, or just attempting to appease his own mother, you did not know. Still, you’d have to tease him for it later.
Your Mother announced the betrothal of Jacaerys and Lucerys to Rhaena and Baela. The news was taken surprisingly well across the table, and you smiled fondly at each pair, truly grateful to see them all happy. Even more so grateful that you were finally getting true sisters.
Aegon, being the bastard he is, had to spoil everyone's fun. You supposed he couldn’t help himself, it was in his nature to be a perpetual nuisance. Still, that fact didn’t make him any less insufferable.
You only heard the tail end of his words to Jace, not only embarrassing you brother in his attempt, but your soon to be sister in law.
“Hold your tongue, Aegon. It would be a shame to see you lose it.”
Aegon grinned, narrowing his eyes at you. “Always a pleasure, aren’t you?”
You were sidetracked by the King congratulating Luke on his inheritance of Driftmark. The toast was short, once again interrupted by Aegon antagonizing Jace.
Jace clenched his jaw. “I believe my sister told you to hold your tongue. Are two warnings necessary, or are you just that daft? You can play the jester if you wish, but you will hold your tongue before my betrothed.”
The King stood, expressing his sorrow to see his family so estranged. He removed his mask, giving you a view of his decaying face. You fought to keep your face steady, not wanting to offend him. You watched with respect as he did his best to stay upright, and instill the importance of message to you all.
“Set aside your grievances. If not for the Crown, then for the man who loves you all. So dearly.”
You looked around the room as Alicent helped him sit, watching everyone’s faces. No one could seem to make eye contact, staring at their plates. Suddenly your Mother stood up, raising her cup. The King’s words seem to inspire a round of toasts, all of which struck you. Knowing the history of your Mother and Alicent, you felt a twinge in your heart at their words, smiling as you watched them commend each other.
Of course, the peace only lasted so long. The revered toasts game to jokes, blows to blows. Aegon angered your brother, who stood to look Aegon in the eye. At the intensity of the stares, Aemond stood as well, staring them both down.
Rolling your eyes, you cleared your throat, ever so slightly. Aemond caught your glare, and decided to sit, rather than endure your wrath. Jace and Aegon took it as their cue to follow, sitting and half heartedly making up, at least as cordially as they could without hitting each other.
Helaena stood, and as much as you loved her, you rolled your eyes, thinking that you couldn’t bear another awkward toast. To your surprise, although you don’t think she intended, she took a dig at Aegon, wounding his pride.
To your amusement even more so, when the harpist began to play, Jace asked Helaena to dance, who gladly accepted. The peace was once again overlooming, if only for a moment. Seeing your family smile brought a smile to your own face. You laughed as you watched Jace and Helaena dance, if you could even call it dancing. Your Mother’s laugh was bright, warming your heart. There was nothing more in the world you enjoyed more than seeing her happy.
When the King groaned in pain, and was carried off by his guards, you knew it was the end of the peace. He was holding you all together, and without him, it was bound to crumble.
The final straw was the roasted pig, placed in front of Aemond on the table. You covered your mouth with your hand in realization, silently willing him not to react. You weren’t so lucky, because Luke snickered, and Aemond, never the one to let his pride be wounded, stood up for the final toast of the night.
“To the health of my nephews. Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…strong. Come, let us drain our cups to these three Strong boys.”
You finally stood, giving him a look of warning. “Aemond.”
Jace squared his shoulders. “I dare you to say that again.”
“Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?”
“Aemond!” You said louder, but you weren’t quick enough.
Jace quickly walked over, swinging and punching Aemond in the jaw. You gasped, although you did nothing to stand in the way. Aemond pushed Jace to the ground, guards suddenly filing in. You only stepped in when Aegon grabbed Luke, who was trying to come to his brother's defense, and pressed him to the table, holding him still.
“Unhand him or lose that hand,” you said, picking a knife up from a stray plate.
Reluctantly, Aegon let go, and you pulled Luke into you, pushing him towards your Mother. You whipped around the table, moving next to stop your twin, but Daemon had beaten you to it. He held him back as you came to step beside him, and you overheard Aemond’s words to his mother.
“I was merely expressing how proud I am of this family, Mother. Though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs.”
Your Mother ordered her children to go to their quarters, but you remained by Daemon’s side as you watched Aemond stand opposite of you.
Aemond looked at Daemon, not necessarily willing to challenge him, but then he looked at you. He saw your face, riddled with anger and disappointment, and finally chose to step down, turning and walking out of the room. He didn’t look at you as he left. He walked straight past you, so close that all you had to do was reach out and touch him, but you didn’t.
You let him go.
As people began filing out of the room, Daemon turned to you. “You should have hit one of them. Gods know the bastards deserved it. I would have approved.”
You nodded, still seething. “There’s still time for it, I assure you. They’ll wish for it when I’ve finished with them.”
“I’m proud to call you my own.” He smirked at you, patting your shoulder before walking out of the room. “Make it hurt, darling.”
Your Mother and Alicent were all who were left, except a few guards and servants. You suddenly felt the urge to cry, and you rushed over to your Mother, nudging into her side. She ran a comforting hand through your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I think it’s best we go back to Dragonstone, my love.”
Alicent shook her head, taking your Mother’s hand. She placed her other hand on your arm. “Please, don’t go. You’ve only just arrived.”
Rhaenyra nodded, sighing. “Let me see the children home. I’ll come back on dragonback.”
Your eyes widened, and you turned to her. “Mother, you can’t come alone, not in your condition. I can see everyone home, or I can come back with you.”
She shook her head, cupping your cheek in her palm. “No, love, I need you with your brothers. You’re the only level headed one out of them all, including Daemon. I want to know that you’re safe, that you’re all together. Say your goodbyes.”
You wanted to argue, but you just nodded in defeat. You looked to Alicent, who gave your hand a comforting squeeze.
“Helaena will want to say her goodbyes. She’s been dying for you to meet the children. And Aemond…I know he acted tonight without cause, and I will not defend it. But please, let him see you off, too. He sulked for a month the last time you left. He’s too prideful to come to you himself, and he knows he’s angered you. I won’t blame you if you don’t say goodbye, but I’m urging you to. You know where he’ll be.”
You nodded. “Of course, Your Grace. He may have made a fool of himself, but I know I can persuade him to apologize. I’ll say goodbye to both of them, I promise. Thank you for the opportunity.”
Alicent smiled at you with a genuine fondness. She turned to your Mother. “You’ve raised a fine daughter, Rhaenyra. She’s just like you.”
Your Mother smiled. “Yes, I’m very proud. I don’t know where she gets it all from. Go ahead, say your goodbyes, my girl.”
You nodded at them both, turning to leave the room. You knew where Aemond would be, it was where he always went to sulk.
Sure enough, you found him up on the hill just outside the dragonpit. Vhagar was too large to stay in the pit, so she slept outside when she stayed close to the castle. Aemond always went to the pit, standing on a perch that overlooked the hill so he could watch Vhagar.
You supposed it was because, while Aemond was a very independent person, he didn’t truly enjoy being alone. With Vhagar nearby, he could still feel like someone he connected to was closeby, without ever having to go to another person and face the risk of embarrassment.
When you still lived in the city, half the time, he’d choose to come to you. The other half, this is where he’d be.
You clenched your jaw, willing yourself not to shout at him. It wouldn’t accomplish anything, and it would only cause him to sulk further. You could see his shoulders square, and his body tense. You hadn’t made your presence known, but he had picked up on it anyway.
“If you expect me to show you pity, you have the wrong idea. Do you want to tell me what that little performance was?”
He said nothing, but you could see him flex his hand, balling his fingers into a fist.
“I suggest you speak now because I will be gone by morning.”
This got his attention, and he turned his head just enough that he could see you. “What?”
“Mother has ordered we go back to Dragonstone,” you informed. “I tried to get her to let me stay, but she wouldn’t hear it. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
Aemond hummed, his eyes cast to his feet. He just nodded, turning back to face Vhagar.
You scoffed. “Really? You have nothing to say to me? If you let me leave now without an explanation, don’t bother sending a raven because I won’t receive it. So, what will it be?”
He turned around to fully face you, taking a step forward. “I…I’m sorry.”
You raised a brow. “Sorry? You’re sorry? It was one dinner, Aemond. Surely you could have made it through without adding any more fuel to the fire. I understand your resentment towards my brothers, and I know Aegon was no help, but for fucks sake. You had no right.”
“Jacaerys insulted my family!” Aemond said, taking yet another step towards you.
You took a step forward, shortening the gap between you both. Your eyes were full of anger, your voice bitter.
“No, Aemond, no he didn’t. Your brother made snide remarks, not only to Jace, but to my soon to be sister, and Jace stood up for her. If Aegon is who you are offended on behalf of, you have misunderstood who your true family is. You, however, insulted my family. Belittling my brothers is one thing, even I do it when they’re being uncivil. But they did no such thing.”
Aemond wouldn’t meet your eyes, looking down at the ground.
“To question their legitimacy in front of the entire family, and in front of the King no less, is to question mine. Or have you forgotten I’m a so-called Strong, too? I may not have the looks, but I am every bit of his child as my brothers are, if you truly believe it to be so. I will not have you think any less of me because of it.”
He met your eyes at the accusation, his face softening. “Y/N, you know I would never question that about you–”
“Do I, Aemond? Do I know that? Because you seemed pretty content to do so tonight. Hear me when I say this, I can’t be more clear about it. I don’t give a shit who my real father is. I would be just as proud to call Ser Harwin my father as I was to call Ser Laenor my father. Just as I regard Daemon as my father. The truth of it matters not to me, and it shouldn’t to you either. Do you think of me less because of my parentage?”
“No–”
“Then why question it? Why, in an effort to humiliate my brothers, would you drag me into it? What purpose does it serve you?”
Aemond nodded ever so slightly, his shoulders slumping. Reluctantly, he reached for one of your hands, and you begrudgingly accepted.
“I know. I acted on impulse, and I didn’t think–”
“Exactly, Aemond,” you said, although you didn’t let go of his hand. “You didn’t think.”
“I’m sorry.” You felt him squeeze your hand ever so slightly. You squeezed back.
You brought your other hand up to cup his chin and turn his head to face yours. You held him still, so he had to meet your gaze. Your voice was soft.
“Answer me this, then. I know you have no great love for your own father, and that is understandable. If you discovered that he wasn’t your true father, tell me in truth, would it really matter? Because if it doesn’t, why should mine? Does my parentage really matter that much to you? Or any of my family’s, for that matter?”
He shook his head. “No. It doesn’t matter. It is no one’s fault what family they’re born into.”
“Exactly. Blood isn’t what defines a family. Your family is who you choose it to be, and the rest doesn’t matter. I don’t give a shit about blood. My Mother is my family, Daemon is my family, my brothers and their betrothed are my family.”
You intertwined your fingers with his, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. “You’re my family, you insufferable idiot. You, and Helaena, even your mother. And that is enough. That is who I pick. Are you hearing me?”
He nodded, face softening, his shoulders relaxing. His voice was quiet. “You’re mine, too.”
“Good,” you nodded, pulling him along with you. “You’re going to come with me to apologize to your mother, Gods only know what she must think of me and my brothers now.”
“She likes you. She smiles when I mention you.”
You grinned to yourself, tugging him along. “Fine, we can do that later. But we are going to say goodbye to Helaena, I have yet to meet her children, and I won’t leave here without doing so. I feel so bad for her, cooped up everyday with no one to talk to. Promise me you’ll be with her more. I know she’s lonely. Promise me.”
“I promise, Y/N. But why am I coming with you to say goodbye, I am not the one leaving.”
“Because…I don’t want to leave you alone just yet. I’ve only just arrived, and now I will be without you again. I’m taking all the time I can get…and, in the event that we run into your brother, you will be here to stop me from doing anything rash, like maiming him, or possibly killing him, I haven’t decided yet.”
You could hear him chuckle, knowing from the sound of his voice that he was smiling.
“That’s my girl.”
—
You left the next day, as did your family. It had been difficult to leave some of them behind. You knew in your heart that you wouldn’t see the King again, his health declining as rapidly as it was. You heart ached to see your Mother leave, just after it seemed like her relationship with Alicent was beginning to mend.
It hurt your heart even more so to leave behind Helaena. She cried when you told her, upset to see you go after you had only just arrived, and you comforted her as best you could, visiting with her and her children. You left her room nearly in tears, begging Aemond to pay more attention to her, to make sure she and her children were happy, and away from Aegon’s influence.
A promise is a promise.
He agreed, holding you close. He didn’t say much, just keeping you by his side for as long as he could. In the end, he saw you off with your family, promising to write. You asked him to visit, if he was able. After all, he had a dragon now, he could go wherever he wanted. He said he would try, and you said nothing else about it.
He didn’t actually say the word ‘goodbye.’ You supposed it may have been too difficult for him. You most certainly were having a hard time with it, so you didn’t say it either. You just promised that you would see him soon.
If only you had known how soon it would be.
In less than a month, your life had changed drastically.
Within a fortnight, once you had settled back home, Daemon heard rumors of a rogue dragon, hidden away off the coast of Dragonstone. Her description matched that of Meraxes, a dragon thought to be dead. The last to claim her was Queen Rhaenys, sister and wife of Aegon the Conqueror.
Meraxes was said to be even bigger than Vhagar, only second to Balerion, who had died years before. If it was true, and Meraxes really was alive, the Blacks had a chance to claim the biggest dragon in the world.
With all of your brothers having already claimed a dragon, and you still without one, Daemon decided she would be yours to claim, if she chose you.
You were shocked when he told you, but you went with him willingly to the cave she supposedly dwelled in. You rode on the back of Caraxes, fighting the pit in your stomach as your feet left the ground. You had been on dragonback before, but to know the next time you mount a dragon it may be your own, it had you frazzled.
“I believe it’s time you had a dragon of your own, don’t you?”
“What if she doesn’t choose me? What if she isn’t even real?”
He shook his head, grinning at you. “She’s real. And she’ll be yours. I can feel it.”
When you made it to the cave, Daemon walked with you as far as he could go. He stopped at the entrance, handing you a torch.
“It’s up to you now. Do me a favor, come out of there unharmed. I couldn’t handle your Mother’s wrath if I went and got her only daughter killed.”
“I’ll be alright. You don’t sound too worried, Kepa.”
Father.
He smiled, a genuine smile. “Go on.”
Once in the cave, it took you a few minutes to get your bearings. You grew a little anxious, but you swallowed your nerves, continuing on. You were going to do this for your family. You were going to do this for yourself. You let out a low hum, signaling anything inside of your presence. You walked for a little while longer, before you heard a low rumble, humming back to you.
You turned the corner, and sure enough, there she was. Glowing gold eyes and silver scales. She was beautiful.
She sniffed the air, opening her mouth, a shrill roar coming from her throat. Heat filled the room as she widened her jaws, and you could see the ball of fire at the back of her throat.
You held your hand out, calling out to her. “Kesan gaomagon ao daor ōdrikagon.”
I will do you no harm.
“Nyke iderēbagon ao, Merakses. Gaomagon ao iderēbagon nyke?”
I choose you, Meraxes. Do you choose me?
Meraxes hummed, inching closer to you. You held your breath and her snout came inches from your face, her teeth bared. You looked up into her eyes as she narrowed hers at you, staying still.
You took a breath, closing your eyes. You held a hand out straight in front of you.
“Iksi mēre isse keskydoso. Lentor.”
We are one in the same. Family.
You opened your eyes as you felt her nudge her snout into your hand, her breath hot on your hand. You smiled, excitement bubbling in your chest.
You climbed up her back, settling with your legs wrapped at the base of her neck. You leaned forward, gripping the spikes along her spine.
“We’ll have to fit you for a saddle and reigns, my girl. Obey, now. Jikagon.”
Go.
She stood, racing for the entrance of the cave. You grinned wide as you felt the wind through your hair, laughing as she breached the entrance. Meraxes soared into the sky, looping around the tops of the trees.
You saw Daemon on the ground, cheering.
“Get Caraxes, Daemon! I’ll fly the rest of the way on my own,” you shouted down.
You soared off towards Dragonstone, knowing Daemon wasn’t far behind. You couldn’t hide your smile as you flew up through the clouds, holding tight to Meraxes. When you finally reached Dragonstone, you landed atop the hill. You climbed down, walking around to face Meraxes.
Go, my girl. Fly. You know when to come back to me.
You ran a hand along her cheek before stepping back, and Meraxes took off into the clouds. You waited for Daemon to return at the edge of the castle, and grinned as you saw him and Caraxes break through the clouds. He quickly dismounted, letting Caraxes go, before rushing over to you.
“My girl,” he said, pulling you into a hug. “I knew she’d choose you.”
You smiled, hugging him back. “She’s incredible. I can’t believe it. Thank you for taking me.”
“No child of mine will be without a dragon. Come, let's show your Mother I brought you back in one piece.”
You nodded, following him into the castle. On your way to your Mother’s chambers, you passed Jacaerys. He ran up excitedly.
“Is it true? Is she real?”
“She’s real. And she’s mine.”
Jace laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “I told you that you’d have a dragon one day! Vermax always liked you. Even Vhagar liked you. Of course Meraxes would.”
“There’s time for celebration later, children. Come, Y/N.”
You nodded, waving to Jace, before following Daemon to greet your Mother. He held open the door for you, and you stepped in to see Rhaenyra sat at her table, holding baby Viserys. She turned as you entered and smiled, handing Viserys over to Daemon.
“You did it, didn’t you?”
You nodded, unable to contain your excitement, and your Mother laughed, that warm laugh that would comfort you in the darkest of times. She pulled you into her and you settled into her arms, resting your face in the crook of her neck. She cradled your head with her hand, holding you tightly.
“My sweet girl,” she pressed a kiss to your head, smiling fondly. “I couldn’t be more proud of you.”
“You’d think she was Queen Rhaenys herself, with how she rides,” Daemon said, grinning at his girls.
“We must celebrate. Luke has been asking for you. I think he was more excited than any of us.”
“He just wants to brag,” you laughed. “No doubt to the Greens. I don’t think I want to tell anyone else about Meraxes, not just yet at least. I’d like it to be a surprise.”
Daemon laughed, patting your shoulder. “And what a surprise it will be.”
—
The next morning, you were awoken by your Mother’s screams.
You rushed down the hall to see your brothers.
“What is going on?”
Jace stopped you from entering Rhaenyra’s chambers. “Mother has begun her labors.”
“What? She isn’t far enough along!”
“I know! But you must calm down. I was asked to collect you and Luke, we are to report to Mother, she has asked for us. Daemon is in the throne room, all of the Lords have gathered. I am to report to him afterwards. Something has happened, but we must remain calm, for her and the babe’s sake, alright?”
You took a breath, nodding. You grabbed Luke’s hand, who was wide eyed and scared. You let Jace lead you in.
Your Mother was in nothing but her blood covered shift, hair wild as she clutched to the beam on her balcony. She was groaning in pain, bent over as she tried to steady herself.
“Mother?” Jace asked wearily.
You clutched Luke to you, grasping the back of Jace’s elbow with your free hand.
Your Mother turned to you. “Your grandsire, King Viserys, has passed. The Greens have repudiated the succession and claimed the Iron Throne. Aegon has been crowned King.”
Your eyes widened in shock, and you let go of Jace to bring a hand up to your mouth. How could this happen? In such a short time, how did it all crumble? Did anyone do anything to stop it? Did Aemond? Your stomach turned at the thought.
“What is to be done about it?” Jace asked.
“Nothing, yet. Jacaerys, whatever claim remains to me, you are now its heir. Naught is to be done but by my command.”
Jace nodded, and Luke and him left the room. Your Mother groaned in pain, doubling over.
“Mother, I will be right back, I promise.”
“No, Y/N–”
“I will not hear of it! I will be by your side! I will return in a moment.”
You willed yourself not to cry, stepping out of the room. You followed Jacaerys’s steps, marching into the throne room. You spotted Daemon, stepping past Jace.
“What has happened? Why has Mother begun her labors, it is far too early. And who let that fucking bastard sit upon the Iron Throne?”
Daemon sighed, walking over to you. “Calm down–”
“I will not! Mother is alone in there while you’re out here plotting a war. I understand the importance, but by all accounts, she is now the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Should we not wait for her word?”
Jacaerys nodded. “My Mother has decreed no action be taken while she is abed.”
“It’s good you’re here, young Prince. You’re needed to patrol the skies on Vermax. Y/N, Meraxes would be–”
“Did you hear what we said?” Jace asked, standing by your side.
Your Mother screamed, and you shook your head, turning to go.
“Tell no one outside of this room about Meraxes, I won't have the Greens know of her until she becomes of some use to us. Settle this amongst yourselves, I won’t leave Mother alone for another minute. And for fucks sake, please swallow your pride and do as she asks. No, as she commands. She’s your Queen, now. Act like it. Jace, I trust you can handle this.”
He nodded, and you turned to the other Lords, then to Daemon.
“I am asking that you give me the afternoon, so we can see to it that the Queen is safe. Trust me, I will stand by you as soon as this is over. You will have me and Meraxes. Heads will roll.”
You walked out of the room, rushing to your Mother’s chambers. You pushed open the door, brushing past the handmaidens gathered in the corner.
“Princess, let us help you,” one of them begged, holding back tears.
You went over to your Mother who was squatted by her bed, holding onto the post. “Mother, you’re going to let me help you.”
She shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. She groaned, clawing at her thighs. She moved to rest on her knees, and you held her forearms, steadying her. The handmaidens were pleading with her to let them help.
“Mother, if you won’t accept theirs, you will accept mine. I was here for Aegon and Viserys, I will be here for this babe, too. What do you need?”
She leaned her forehead to rest against your shoulder, gripping your forearms as you held her up.
“Make it stop!”
You felt tears well in your eyes as you ran a hand through her hair, pressing your other to her stomach.
“Rest on your knees, and push. You’re doing so well.”
She cried out, and a gush of blood fell to the floor below, pooling around her thighs.
“Please, help hold me up.”
You nodded and moved your hands to her waist, moving her weight to lean against you. You grimaced and turned your head as she groaned into your ear, reaching down to try and pull the baby out herself. With a final push, she slumped against you, and you scrambled to catch the baby as it slipped out.
Your Mother fell back to sit, and you steadied her as you moved to her side, now facing the handmaidens as well. You looked down to see a pool of blood, with your baby sister resting in it. The baby looked closer to a dragon than she did a human, her body scaly and her features morphed. You looked away, squeezed your eyes tight and took a breath, settling behind Rhaenyra so she could relax against you.
You could hear the handmaidens cry as your Mother picked up the baby, cradling it in her arms. A sob passed her lips, and you finally opened your eyes, leaning your forehead against her shoulder.
“She’s beautiful, Mother. You did so well. Visenya was the name you picked if it was a girl, wasn’t it? I think that suits her.”
Your Mother let out a wail, pressing her face into your neck. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, gently swaying her back and forth. You could see Daemon enter the room, and you looked up at him in despair.
“I’m so sorry,” you murmured, clutching your Mother tight. Daemon bowed his head, hiding his tears. He quickly left the room, leaving you with Rhaenyra.
She wouldn’t let you in the room with her and the Silent Sisters. You begged her to let you stay, but she wouldn’t relent. She could barely speak without crying.
“I cannot allow it, my love. You’ve done more than enough for me. But I have to do this on my own.”
You nodded, respecting her wishes. You found Daemon later that day, on the beach. He had fallen to his knees on the shoreline, his head bowed low. He had silent tears, running down his cheeks. You approached him, crouching down next to him. You had blood staining the bottom of your dress, it clouding the water where you sat.
You gently laid your hand on his. “I’m so sorry. I wish I could have done something.”
He wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “...Was it a girl?”
“It was,” you smiled sadly. “Mother said you would’ve called her Visenya.”
Daemon nodded, resting his head on yours. You could feel tears land in your hair. “I am lucky enough to have one remarkable daughter. You’ve done more for your Mother today than any father should ever have to ask of his child. I’m glad you were with her, when I couldn’t be.”
That evening, you held a service for your baby sister. A funeral pyre was lit for her. Within hours, Lords had come to your Mother’s support, and she was formally crowned Queen in front of the masses. You and all your family, the Blacks, as well as the Lords and knights under your command, bent the knee and swore fealty to her.
That night, you stayed by your Mother’s side for as long as she would allow you to. She held you close, cupping your face in her hands.
“I am so proud of you, sweet girl. Thank you for today. I don’t think I would have made it through without you.”
After you left her chambers to head to your own, your brothers stopped you, and made sure you were alright. Luke hugged you tight as Jace laid a hand on your shoulder.
“We heard what you did for Mother today. I can’t imagine it,” Luke said into your shoulder.
You shook your head. “You both were very brave today, too. You took charge, spoke for Mother when she couldn’t herself. I know it was scary, but you handled it well. You’re going to make fine rulers some day.”
—
The following days were spent planning for imminent war. Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys assisted, offering their fleet and dragons as help. Lords around the realm either staked their claim of support, or backed the Greens.
Otto Hightower came to give Aegon’s terms. Among making your brothers shields and cupbearers, he proposed that you live out your days as a servant as well, and one of his choosing. It took all you had left in you to not call Meraxes and burn Otto to the ground, and tell Aegon to take his terms and cram them down his throat.
Your Mother told him that she would have a response for him the following day, much to Daemon’s displeasure. As much as you would have enjoyed watching Daemon take Otto’s head, you were completely loyal to your Mother, and would stand by her in every decision she made.
When making battle plans, your Mother knew she had to get word to the pivotal Lords of the realm, before the Greens sunk their claws in themselves.
Any love you had for the Greens had died along with your baby sister. While you were sure Helaena and her children were innocent in the matter, the rest of them were to blame. Yuu found it hard to believe some of them could have stooped so low. Aegon and Otto made sense, but the rest of them you didn’t understand. You didn’t know how Aemond was involved in all of it, but you knew he did nothing to stop the betrayal.
As far as you were concerned, they could all burn. Princess Rhaenys would have done the realm a favor if she had just burned that little bastard to ash in the dragonpit when she had the chance.
As a way of moving the plans along faster, your brother made a proposal.
“We should bear those messages. Dragons can fly faster than ravens, and they’re more convincing. Send us,” Jace said, standing next to Luke.
You looked across the table to your Mother, watching her contemplate.
“The Prince is right, Your Grace,” Lord Corlys added.
Heads turned to look at your brothers, who stood next to their betrothed. Your Mother finally relented, nodding.
“Very well. Prince Jacaerys will fly north. First to the Eerie to see my mother’s cousin, the Lady Jeyne Arryn, and then to Winterfell to treat with Lord Cregan Stark for the support of the north. Prince Lucerys will fly south to Storm’s End and treat with Lord Borros Baratheon. We must remind these Lords of the oaths they swore, and the cost of breaking them.”
Your Mother looked at you, offering you a smile. “Princess Y/N will remain here for the time being, and will assist if necessary. I expect Meraxes will be needed in the near future, and she will serve us much better as a surprise for the Greens. The Princess will stay to help decide when the best time for that is.”
Everyone nodded, knowing their positions, and dispersed to do their duties.
Hours later, your brothers, as well as Princess Rhaenys, were ready to leave for the skies. You stood by your Mother as your brothers approached, each being handed a scroll with a message from the Queen.
“If you take this errand, you go as messengers, not as warriors. You must take no part in any fighting…Cregan Stark is closer to your age than mine. I would hope that as men, you can find some common interest.”
Jace nodded, taking the scroll from her. “Yes, Your Grace.”
She turned to Luke, handing him his scroll. She offered him a smile when she saw his uneasy face. “Storm's End is a short flight from here. You have Baratheon blood from your grandmother, Rhaenys. And, Lord Borros is an eternally proud man..he will be honored to host a prince of the realm, and his dragon. I expect you will receive a very warm welcome.”
“Yes Mothe–Your Grace,” Luke said, taking his scroll.
You smiled at him, bringing him into a quick hug. You turned to Jace, who opened his arms for you. You hugged him tight, before stepping back to your Mother’s side.
“If either of you do something stupid and make me come save you, I will wring your neck. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy taking Meraxes, but I would hope my first time flying with you wasn’t to save your ass. Both of you do me that favor, please.”
Your Mother laughed, your brothers smiling. “I wouldn’t have put it in those words, but yes, you’re right. Listen to your sister, my boys. Go to it, then.”
Within the hour, your brothers and grandmother had taken to the skies, soaring over the water until they were specks on the horizon.
It was the first evening of peace in a while. You sat with your mother, and baby Aegon and Viserys, who were babbling to each other in broken Valyrian. You would have your Mother all to yourself for the next few weeks, content to be by her side whenever she needed you.
Something had been bothering you for weeks now, ever since you left King’s Landing. You had yet to find the right time to bring it up, but now seemed as good a time as any.
“Mother?” You asked, getting her attention. “I have something to ask.”
She nodded at you, waiting for you to continue.
“I am aware the timing couldn’t be any worse, but…I’ve been thinking. I know you don’t truly want a war. And I think, the path that would have the least resistance, is a marriage pact.”
She raised a brow, setting her hand on yours. “A marriage pact? Between who, my love? You?”
You nodded. “I am of age, and Luke and Jace are betrothed. I think it would be easier and less divisive to the family, if we were to offer my hand.”
“To whom?” She asked, and you fought the heat creeping to your cheeks. She gave you a small and knowing smile, squeezing your hand.
“I see. Don’t worry yourself with the matter, love. It is a conversation for later. I won’t ask anything of you unless it is entirely necessary. Just rest, for now.”
You nodded, settling into your seat.
Of course the peace had to be disturbed, as it inevitably always is. You supposed you knew it wouldn’t have lasted. You had had a pit in your stomach from the minute your brothers left on dragonback, and it finally was catching up to you.
Daemon rushed in, searching for you. “Meraxes is on the hilltop.”
Your Mother quirked a brow. “So? Doesn’t she spend half her time up there?”
“Not like this,” Daemon said, looking at you. “She’s restless, irritable. She seems like she’s looking for you, Y/N. You know that dragons are connected to their rider, and they can feel when you’re in distress, just like you can feel when they’re in distress. So tell me the truth, do you feel something right now?”
You felt your stomach drop at his words, and warily nodded. Your Mother sat up straight.
Daemon took your hand, getting your attention. “Tell me now. What are you feeling?”
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “I’ve had a pit in my stomach since the boys left. I thought I just missed them, I couldn’t pin the feeling down as worry.”
“But not for your grandmother? Just for the boys?” He asked.
“No, not her. It was after seeing Luke, he seemed nervous. But he ought to be, it’s his first time without guidance, he’s doing this alone.”
“Y/N, listen very carefully. I need you to focus hard. What does Meraxes know that you don’t? What has she seen that you haven't?”
“I don’t understand–”
“Focus, my love, please” your Mother said, taking your other hand. “Are the boys in danger?”
Your heart ached for your Mother, knowing she couldn’t bear to lose another child. You closed your eyes, thinking hard. You let your thoughts wander, feeling your connection to Meraxes. Suddenly, you opened your eyes, gasping.
“She saw Vhagar. She must have flown near Storm’s End. Aemond will be there by the time Luke arrives, he may already be there.”
Your Mother put a hand to her stomach, like she was going to be sick. “Oh, Gods.”
Daemon squeezed your hand. “You know him better than anyone. Would he truly hurt the boy?”
“Are we willing to risk it? I want to say I don’t think Aemond is capable of doing it, but I didn’t think he was capable of standing by while his brother usurped the throne. I’m going.”
You turned to leave the room, but your Mother stopped you.
“Wait! You don’t know what you’re walking into. I will not risk two more of my children.”
“Mother, please trust me. I will be fine. Meraxes won’t let any harm come to me. She is the biggest dragon in the world, even Vhagar doesn’t stand a chance against her. If Vhagar is truly what has Meraxes so unsettled, then I’m going. I won’t risk Luke not acting on a feeling.”
“Y/N–”
“I hope to the Gods that I am wrong, that Aemond has not fallen so far. But if he has, I am all that would stop him. Luke and Arrax need me. You said that I am to remain here until Meraxes is necessary, and now she is. I would rather expose Meraxes to the Greens than regret hiding in the shadows. I will be back soon, Mother, I promise. And I’ll have Luke with me.”
Your Mother sighed, gripping your hands in hers. “Y/N–”
“Please,” you interrupted, squeezing her hands. “I can do this.”
She choked back a cry, pulling you into a hug. “Alright, fine. But be quick about it. You turn back at the first sign of danger. Get in and get out, don’t antagonize Aemond. Promise me.”
“I promise,” you nodded.
“Do you want me to come with you?” Daemon asked, a look of worry set on his face.
You shook your head. “We can’t risk anyone else, and the Queen is the most important thing now. I’d rather have you by Mother’s side than with me. I’m praying that this is just a feeling, and that I’m wrong, but if it’s not, I won’t risk you, too. I’ll be careful, I promise. I’ll be back soon.”
You pulled the both of them into a tight hug, before marching out of the room. You ran to the hilltop, approaching Meraxes. She had yet to be saddled, but you had no time to change that.
“It’s time to go, my girl,” you called out as you climbed up her wing and onto her back. “Sōvegon!”
Fly!
Meraxes took to the skies, soaring into the clouds. You gripped her tight as you clung to her, willing her to fly as fast as she could. With her size, it would not take long to reach Storm’s End. Hopefully, you’d arrive soon after Luke.
You tried not to think about all the horrible possibilities as you brought a hand up to shield yourself from the rain. You could hardly see, but you shook your head, blinking back tears. You were going to make it in time, and Lucerys was going to be fine.
By the time you reached Storm’s End, Luke and Arrax, as well as Aemond and Vhagar, were nowhere to be found. You looked around in confusion as you circled the castle, before directing Maraxes to fly upwards. Maybe there’d be a better look from above the rain clouds.
As you reached the top of the clouds, you scanned the skies for any sign of movement. Suddenly, a dark figure passed below you.
Vhagar flew through the air, Aemond mounted on her back. “Daor, Vhagar! Rȳbagon naejot nyke!”
No, Vhagar! Listen to me!”
You heard a dark rumble below, followed by a cry, and you finally spotted your brother just ahead of Vhagar, scrambling to get away.
You panicked, swooping down. You had hoped to manage somehow catching up to Luke before he arrived, turning him back so Aemond never saw Meraxes. But seeing Vhagar fly recklessly, her jaws open, and Aemond doing nothing to stop her, you knew you had to step in.
“Dracarys!” You screamed, pointing Meraxes towards Vhagar. You knew it wouldn’t stop her, but it would at the very least distract her. Meraxes breathed fire, cutting Aemond off from Lucerys.
“Keligon! Dohaeragon aōha āeksio!”
Stop! Serve your master!
Aemond looked to you in shock as you flew between Vhagar and Arrax, blocking Luke and Arrax from view. Vhagar tried to go around you as Aemond desperately pulled on her reigns.
Meraxes roared, spreading her wings to their full span. Her eyes were blazing, her teeth bared. She was showing her dominance, and Vhagar seemed to recognize her ancestor. They had flown together in the time of Aegon’s conquest, siblings being their riders.
Now, they were at odds, just as their riders were.
You turned to Luke, who had just narrowly escaped death.
“Go home, Luke! I will not ask again.”
He shook his head. “I won’t abandon you.”
“Lucerys, please! I’m begging you. Go home, now! There’s no time for this. I love you. Arrax, henujagon! Jikagon arlī naejot Zaldrīzesdōron. Obey!"
Leave! Go back to Dragonstone.
Meraxes roared, a sound so loud it seemed to vibrate the very air itself. Arrax submitted, turning and flying in the opposite direction, taking your brother with them. With Meraxes blocking them from Vhagar’s view, they escaped.
You kept your brother guarded, Meraxes reclaiming dominance over Vhagar. She finally submitted, going still. Aemond relaxed his hold on her reins, his eyes wide as he watched you command his dragon.
You felt nothing but rage as you hovered in the air, glaring daggers at Aemond.
“Have you lost your fucking mind? He’s my brother! My baby brother, and you were just going to murder him in cold blood? Take on the title of kinslayer? How far you have fallen, Aemond. Never thought I’d see the day.”
Aemond shook his head, still bewildered, staring at Meraxes. “H-how–”
“Meraxes was still alive, in a cave off of Dragonstone. I claimed her. She’s mine now. Tell your brother he should be scared,” you said, turning to follow your brother.
“Wait!” Aemond called, and you reluctantly listened. “I wasn’t trying to hurt him. Vhagar, she wouldn’t listen to me. I couldn’t stop her.”
“But you chose to chase Luke, did you not? Taunt him? Was it worth risking his life? You’re so lucky I arrived in time. I would never have forgiven you if you got him killed. I can hardly stand looking at you as it is. Tell me, was the King’s body even cold before your little plot to crown Aegon was put into motion?”
Aemond looked desperate, shaking his head. “I had nothing to do with that, you know I wouldn’t wish it. I despise my brother more than anyone.”
“And yet you did nothing to stop it. Are you going to look me in the eye and tell me you did your best to prevent it? Because if you did, it would be my Mother sitting on the Iron Throne, not that usurper bastard.”
He was silent, knuckles white as he gripped the reins.
You almost laughed, scoffing. “Nothing to say? Your actions today could have single handedly started an all out war. My Mother may be considering civility, but if she lost yet another child because of your selfishness, your betrayal, it would have been the spark that ended in cities drowning in blood. And it would have been all your fault.”
Aemond’s brows furrowed. “Another child? You cannot mean–”
“Yes,” you said, your voice dripping with venom. “Your mother’s betrayal nearly killed my Mother. She lost the baby…a daughter. Visenya.”
His face softened, and you willed yourself not to cry. Despite your anger, you still cared for Aemond, so deeply. It hurt, seeing him look at you with such gentleness. It hurt to still love him. Your chest was tight, your heart in your throat, and an immovable pit in your stomach. What you would have given to turn off your feelings for him at that moment.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry. Truly, I am. I never wished for this.”
You furiously wiped a stray tear, shaking your head. “I don’t want to hear it, Aemond, I really don’t. I can’t even stand the sight of you. Gods, to think…to think that I…”
“That you what? What, Y/N?”
Your face was cold. “To think that I was going to ask my Mother for a marriage pact, to offer to the Greens. As much as I hate you all for what you did, I couldn’t bear witnessing your deaths, all over a fucking throne. I was going to ask, so I didn’t have to see any more of our family caught in the crossfire.”
“A marriage pact? Surely you cannot mean you’d practically sell yourself into a loveless marriage just to appease my brother. To whom? To whom would you ask?”
You nearly rolled your eyes at his obliviousness. “To you, you fucking idiot. Would I ever choose anyone else?”
His eyes widened at your words, shock evident upon his face. “Me? Why in Seven Hells would you ever pick me?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?” You asked. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Now he was getting angry, too. “I should say not? But do enlighten me. Why me, not anyone else?”
You nearly screamed, you were so frustrated. “Because I fucking love you, you complete and utter fool! You, and no one else, despite my best interest.”
You brought the heels of your hands to your eyes, covering them. Your voice was much softer now.
“It’s always been you. Don’t you know that?”
Aemond was in shock now, his jaw slack. He felt his heart pound at your words, watching the girl he had loved for so many years, practically offering herself up to him on a silver platter. He felt sick to his stomach.
“No,” he shook his head. “Not like that. I will not have you like that, only in it to protect your family from further harm. I will not allow you to bind yourself to me.”
You felt a sharp twinge in your chest at his words, not meeting his eyes. “I am not enough for you, then? You couldn’t find it in yourself to settle, if not for me, then for the sake of our family?”
“Settle?” He asked, exasperated. “How could you think that? Have I not made my affection for you abundantly clear over the years? You, Y/N…are more than I will ever deserve. There is not a man in this world worthy of you.”
He nearly laughed now, shaking his head. “Do you really question that? Of course I love you, too. Which is why I won’t let you do this to yourself.”
“It is not your choice, Aemond! It’s mine. And I choose you. I always have. Do not mistake the loyalty I have for my family as contempt for you. This was no one’s decision but my own. And yes, you’re right, if it is what prevents our families from further conflict, I would do it in a heartbeat. But I would have asked one day anyways, regardless of if this happened or not. You’re my family, too.”
“Then let’s ask,” he said, his voice soft, causing you to meet his gaze.
“What?”
“Let’s ask our mothers. Surely it is the best course of action. I love you, and you say you love me. If it is really true, what other choice do we have? I can think of no better proposal to return to my mother with. Our family cannot truly be at war, if we bind it further with a betrothal. What’s the worst that can happen?”
You shook your head. “You’re serious?”
“Of course I am! I’ve been waiting to hear you say those exact words for years. This is not how I imagined it to be, but I imagined it, no less.”
You were quiet for a moment, staring at him. You narrowed your eyes.
“I’m still furious with you. This changes nothing. You still betrayed me.”
“And I will spend a lifetime trying to make up for it, if our mothers allow. I know I hurt you, and there aren’t enough words I could say to tell you how sorry I am. But, please, let me try. Let me do this for us.”
Your brain was screaming, trying to tell you how irrational you were being. But your heart was aching along with it, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of the man you loved. You sighed, your voice thick with emotion.
“Fine. Ask your mother, and I’ll ask mine. But this is your one chance, you won’t get another. Aemond, if you so much as think of pulling something like this again, that’s it. I’ll never forgive you for it.”
“I wouldn’t blame you. I love you, Y/N. And I promise, I will spend every day trying to show you that.”
A tear slipped down your cheek, your heart aching at his words. “I love you, too. So much. Don’t make me regret this.”
“I won’t. I promise. Go, tend to your brother. Tell your mother, and I'll tell mine. We can do this.”
You nodded, brushing the tears off your cheeks. Aemond gave you a small smile, filled with awe and adoration. You couldn’t help but smile back.
“I’ll properly introduce you to Meraxes when this is over,” you said, smoothing your hand down her spine. “I think you’ll like her.”
“If she’s anything like her rider, I’m sure that’s true. Go now, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.”
You nodded, tugging Meraxes to turn around. She roared, acknowledging Vhagar, before turning to fly back in the direction of Dragonstone. Vhagar turned as well, now facing the way to King’s Landing.
You both flew in opposite directions, silently begging the Gods to show mercy on you both. You didn’t think you could handle another heartbreak if this went wrong. All you could do now was cling to Meraxes, and hope that your love for Aemond was going to be enough.
If your luck was half as good as you and Aemond’s love for each other, it would be.
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A/N - Hi! I’m so sorry this took so long, and I’m sorry about how long it is, I got carried away. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think.
Summary:Bill and Charlie return from their buisness trip from the France. Bill is excited to introduce his betrothed to his family but a shocking announcement awaits the brothers.
*part 4 to not good enough*
Warnings: (just a long overdramatic fic)
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Requested by: @fullvoidmoon <3 thnx for the idea.
It was beautiful sunny day for the outskirts of Ottery St Catchpole in Devon and so was for the rest of the London. The burrow was just as warm as always and just as cozy as always. However past incidents have affected the atmosphere at the Weasleys, but that all came to an end by the excitement of their two oldest sons returning home from a buisness trip from France. The house has, as always forgot about Y/n.
Bill and Charlie were excited to return home after one whole year. Bill was returning for a very important announcement for the Weasleys. "We're here Weasleys!!"
The voices of two men in unison rang through the doors of the burrow. It was about time that all the Weasleys were now out.
"Bill! Charlie!" Molly cheered as she went to her sons who stood beside the car.
"My boys!" Arthur cheered.
Everyone took turns hugging them tight.
"Mum, dad..." Bill started.
"what is it my boy?" Molly asked.
"I'd like you two to meet someone but-" Bill's eyes wandered around them in search of his sister.
"But...?" Molly asked as she cocked her head a bit.
"Mum... where's-" Charlie started but was interrupted by bill completing his question for him
"Y/n?" Bill asked.
"She...." Ron's head dropped down in embarassment.
"What happened here?" Charlie asked in a concerned tone.
"She's not here brother....her jealousy finally took her to her kind." Ginny said with nothing but pure hatred in her voice
"Ginerva Weasley!" Bill scolded
"What do mean her kind?" Charlie asked.
"Bill....is everything okay?" A delicate voice was heard from inside the car. The voice was new and feminine, with a French accent. Soon a beautiful blonde woman got out of the car leaving the Weasleys shocked in wide eyed gaze.
"Who's this Bill?" Molly asked confused.
"Fleur Delacour...." Ron stated as he remembered him from the Tri wizard tournament.
"Ron...the boy who saved my sister!" Fleur said as she shook hands with him. Molly on the other hand didn't look quite pleased by her presence.
"Mom...are you gonna tell us where y/n is?" Bill asked.
"She's at the Malfoys." Molly blankly stated.
"She was dating Malfoy lately...she decided it would be a good idea to run away with him." Ron said in a poisonous tone.
"Shut it will you Ron! She's your sister!" Charlie scolded.
"What's wrong with you people?!" Bill yelled with disappointed expression.
"Why are you mad at us brother? She was the one who was selfish enough to run away with him. What did we not give her? Nothing was ever enough for he-" Ginny's creul words were cut off by Charlie.
"Really Ginny? Now you're saying this? The truth is that you never considered good enough mother! All she ever wanted was to be seen, but how could she when Ginny would always be in the spotlight." Charlie's words were filled with truth, truth that they were well aware of.
"What is seriously wrong with all of you?" Bill yelled.
"Love...youneed to stay here while Charlie and I check out on Y/n" Bill explained.
"Love?" The Weasleys asked in unison.
"They're engaged." Charlie announced with no longer enthusiasm in his voice.
"What?!" Molly was shocked that her son would not only date....but get Engaged to someone she wasn't even introduced to before.
"She'll stay here until we return." Bill stated sternly before getting inside the car as Charlie sat in the driver's seat.
"Princess..." Draco whispered as his hands wrapped around Y/n's waist. She was staring out the window for quite a while now. He placed a kiss on her shoulder before asking.
"what are you staring at?"
"Nothing... it's just, so peaceful." She said with a deep breath.
"Hmm..." The blond hummed as his head rested in the crook of her neck.
"You smell nice." He said making the red haired girl smile in awe.
"Can we just be like this?.... forever?"
"Once I marry you love..." Draco cooed as he turned her around cupping her face in the palm of his hands. "We will..."
Y/n stared into the cloudy blue skies of his eyes like a lovestruck girl that she was. Suddenly the tiny bits of space between them was being too much for her. Draco noticed how her eyes fluttered as he hovered her. A smirk now decorated on his proud face. Not thinking much about it, Y/n pressed her lips against his as she balanced herself on her tiptoes. Draco couldn't help but smile in awe as he kissed back. He lifted her by her waist to match his height. Both knew that they were far too deep in this ocean of love to be rescued. Both knew that they'd rather drown together. Attached by an invisible string that was love indeed, would never break them apart, atleast....not anymore.
"Kids!" Narcissa's sugar-sweet voice called out causing the couple to break apart.
"Ye-yes mom?!" Draco asked as he went to open the door of his their room.
"Draco...is y/n with you?" Narcissa asked as the door opened.
"I'm here mom." Y/n said as she appeared from behind him.
"You, have some visitors dearest."
Y/n walked downstairs with Draco thinking who's visiting HER this hour?
"Br-brother?" Y/n stuttered at the sight of the two men waiting for her by the door.
"Y/n!" The boys called out as y/n rushed all the way towards them. Y/n wasted no time to pull them in for a tight hug.
"it's been ages!" She said
"Yeah we did take a while to come back didn't we?" Charlie said.
"A while?" Y/n broke the hug before swatting his arms. "You haven't been in London for five years or so!"
"Yeah...also as it seems, we missed a lot here." Bill said as his eyes wandered around the manor.
There stood the blond boy standing by the stairs wondering why was his fiance so excited to meet someone from her family after all that happened.
"Brother....meet my fiance, Draco.." she gestured the blond to come beside her.
"Bill Weasley" Bill introduced himself before putting his hand forth.
"Draco Malfoy..." Draco awkwardly shook hands with him.
"Charlie Weasley." Charlie said as he shook hands with him.
"Will you kids fancy some tea?" Narcissa asked sweetly.
The tea wasn't just a hospitality here, Bill and Charlie were eager to know that what exactly happened that pushed her over the edge.
"But Y/n.... didn't you got our letter?" Charlie asked causing Y/n and Draco to frown in confusion.
"What...letter?" Y/n asked.
"The letter we sent you on your birthday." Bill explained.
"Wait...so you guys remembered her birthday and wrote her a letter but she didn't get it?" Draco asked.
"We thought she got it." Charlie said.
"what happened to the letter then?" Y/n asked.
"I don't...know." Bill stuttered.
"We don't have to worry about that anymore brother, I'm just grateful that you remembered." Y/n smiled sweetly.
"So.... your getting married now." Charlie said as his eyes paused on the silver ring that was perfectly fitted in her finger.
"Before me which is not fair at all!" He continued causing everyone to burst out laughing.
"Well what can I say... I'm hotter than you." Y/n teased.
"You sure are.." Bill added."Well then Congratulations two of you." He said.
"Who's gonna...you know, walk you down the aisle?" Charlie asked.
"Well....since the past few events have been a bit problematic we decided that, Mr. Malfoy can do it." Y/n said.
"Draco...if you don't mind-" Charlie started.
"We'd like to walk out dear sister down the aisle." Bill added.
"That's completely okay by me." Draco nodded.
"Brother thats- that's great!" Y/n exclaimed.
After that, Bill and Charlie took a leave. On their way to solve some matters that they just left behind.
"You're really close to them I see..." Draco said as Y/n stood beside the gate watching their car leave.
"Yes....back then they were the only people who never favoured my sister over me, I was happy with them. But then...they had a buisness trip to France. After that I never saw them for five whole years. They did sent letters, but after a few months...the letters stopped coming. Everything went wrong ever since then." Y/n explained.
"Well now everything is great" Draco added.
"Because of you...it is." Y/n said.
Meanwhile, After a bit of interrogative conversation with the Weasleys Bill found out that all the letter for y/n were kept by no other but Ginerva.
"I can't believe this Ginny...why would you do this?!" Charlie yelled in disbelief.
"Because...." Her sweet tone aa full of poison now "Because she didn't deserve all that, you never wrote letters for anyone else but her. Why was she your first priority? What good did she ever do?" Ginny spat pure bitterness through her voice.
"She was our first priority because she was forgotten! Because of you. You were the reason she ran away, all of you. You should be ashamed of yourselves." Bill yelled.
"love, calm down..." Fleur said as she held onto his arm. Bill calmly nodded making Molly uncomfortable by the control she had over him.
"Bill and I will be walking y/n down the aisle on her wedding....maybe do consider you have a daughter and visit her for the last time." Charlie said.
Finally it was the day Y/n and Draco had eagerly awaited for. The wedding day, the church was decorated with beautiful flowers. The chandelier made of ethereal diamonds was hanging above. In the crowd sat many witches and wizards waiting for the bride to arrive.
"Just a little more...." Hermione, Y/n's bestfriend and. A bridesmaid brushed some setting powder on her face.
"Can I see now?" Y/n asked. She was excited to finally look at herself in the mirror after those 2 hours Hermione took to get her ready.
"Yes you can!" Hermione happily clapped in victory.
Y/n turned around to take a look in the mirror. Her gaze went wide just at the sight of herself. She looked gorgeous, her shiny white gown looked angelic on her. Her makeup was soft yet ethereal. Her hair tied up in a beautiful hairstyle. Her diamond crusted jewelry showing off the shine.
"Speechless?" Hermione chuckled.
"I am..." Y/n whispered still in shock.
"I think Draco's gonna faint out there." Hermione teases making her cheeks red.
"Hermione...thank you so much, for everything." Y/n said.
"Aww... come here." Hermione pulled her in for a hug.
"Don't make me cry now." She continued before holding her hand and bringing her out of the dressing room.
"Y/n....you look- beautiful!" Bill said as Hermione brought her to the two of them. Charlie just stood there too speechless to form words.
"thanks brother." Y/n said.
"Walk me down the aisle, will you..." She said with a sweet smile.
"Ready?" Charlie asked Y/n held onto both of their arms with her palms.
"Kinda nervous..." Y/n said.
"Don't be, we'll be by your side..." Bill said
"always?"she asked.
"Always..." They said in unison.
Draco was standing there waiting for his bride to enter. His patience was slowly giving up, he was eager to see her. After all this was the most important time of their lives, nothing was supposed to go wrong. But all his worries were washed off by just the sight of his beautiful bride as she walked down the aisle. His gaze went wide and his cheeks turned red. She looked heavenly. Her beauty surely knew no bounds. His lips obliviously formed a smirk causing the girl to turn red as she walked closer towards him.
Closer....and closer... every step she took was an escape from her past and a path towards her new life.
The bride and groom were now told to take their vows.
"Y/n Weasley...I remember when I looked into your eyes, I saw a soul just like me....someone who was trying to be better or atleast yearning to be acknowledged. Y/n...when I met you that day, I met myself you were the reason I found myself. I know that your past has kept you in deep darkness of bias and injustice, But I swear that you won't ever feel the same. From now on.... it's just you and all of you, who has my heart...my love .....myself." Draco took his first vow.
"Draco Malfoy...when I met you first, i didn't met you at your finest. Your past was...well, questionable. When I first realised I was falling for you I never quite knew what it was. What I do is that I feared it, I feared falling for you. But then I realised....that I was falling for you because I saw you as someone nobody else did. I saw you as man who truly did care for me, I saw someone who understood me. So hereby, I swear... I'd never let my fear ever come between us again. I swear to love you no matter yours or my past." Y/n took her vow.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife...you may now kiss the bride" the priest said.
Draco pulled y/n by her waist as he passionately attached his lips to her. They were perfect for one another, their lips attached like the two pieces of a puzzle. Love.... isn't it a funny thing , and yet what an escape it is. For what can be better than completely getting lost in someone else and being to oblivious to the chaos of the outer world. The peace to loose yourself in someone who was always there for you. Oh the feeling of being lovestruck, it's funny how a mere walk down the aisle left Y/n Weasley completely oblivious of how tragic her past was.
A/n: I don't think this was as good, but it's my first time writing after a long time so please don't mind me:(
Taglist: ( I've also added some people who waited for this fic even though they're not in my taglist) @seaunti19 @dr4cosimp @footballbroadcast @aextetic @johannelis2302nely @siriusblackstwin @fullvoidmoon @n0agranger @nottluvr @thehalfbloodedwitch @loxbbg @siriusdumblittlepuppy
Summary:Bill and Charlie return from their buisness trip from the France. Bill is excited to introduce his betrothed to his family but a shocking announcement awaits the brothers.
*part 4 to not good enough*
Warnings: (just a long overdramatic fic)
Part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
Moodboard
Navigation | masterlist | taglist
Requested by: @fullvoidmoon <3 thnx for the idea.
It was beautiful sunny day for the outskirts of Ottery St Catchpole in Devon and so was for the rest of the London. The burrow was just as warm as always and just as cozy as always. However past incidents have affected the atmosphere at the Weasleys, but that all came to an end by the excitement of their two oldest sons returning home from a buisness trip from France. The house has, as always forgot about Y/n.
Bill and Charlie were excited to return home after one whole year. Bill was returning for a very important announcement for the Weasleys. "We're here Weasleys!!"
The voices of two men in unison rang through the doors of the burrow. It was about time that all the Weasleys were now out.
"Bill! Charlie!" Molly cheered as she went to her sons who stood beside the car.
"My boys!" Arthur cheered.
Everyone took turns hugging them tight.
"Mum, dad..." Bill started.
"what is it my boy?" Molly asked.
"I'd like you two to meet someone but-" Bill's eyes wandered around them in search of his sister.
"But...?" Molly asked as she cocked her head a bit.
"Mum... where's-" Charlie started but was interrupted by bill completing his question for him
"Y/n?" Bill asked.
"She...." Ron's head dropped down in embarassment.
"What happened here?" Charlie asked in a concerned tone.
"She's not here brother....her jealousy finally took her to her kind." Ginny said with nothing but pure hatred in her voice
"Ginerva Weasley!" Bill scolded
"What do mean her kind?" Charlie asked.
"Bill....is everything okay?" A delicate voice was heard from inside the car. The voice was new and feminine, with a French accent. Soon a beautiful blonde woman got out of the car leaving the Weasleys shocked in wide eyed gaze.
"Who's this Bill?" Molly asked confused.
"Fleur Delacour...." Ron stated as he remembered him from the Tri wizard tournament.
"Ron...the boy who saved my sister!" Fleur said as she shook hands with him. Molly on the other hand didn't look quite pleased by her presence.
"Mom...are you gonna tell us where y/n is?" Bill asked.
"She's at the Malfoys." Molly blankly stated.
"She was dating Malfoy lately...she decided it would be a good idea to run away with him." Ron said in a poisonous tone.
"Shut it will you Ron! She's your sister!" Charlie scolded.
"What's wrong with you people?!" Bill yelled with disappointed expression.
"Why are you mad at us brother? She was the one who was selfish enough to run away with him. What did we not give her? Nothing was ever enough for he-" Ginny's creul words were cut off by Charlie.
"Really Ginny? Now you're saying this? The truth is that you never considered good enough mother! All she ever wanted was to be seen, but how could she when Ginny would always be in the spotlight." Charlie's words were filled with truth, truth that they were well aware of.
"What is seriously wrong with all of you?" Bill yelled.
"Love...youneed to stay here while Charlie and I check out on Y/n" Bill explained.
"Love?" The Weasleys asked in unison.
"They're engaged." Charlie announced with no longer enthusiasm in his voice.
"What?!" Molly was shocked that her son would not only date....but get Engaged to someone she wasn't even introduced to before.
"She'll stay here until we return." Bill stated sternly before getting inside the car as Charlie sat in the driver's seat.
"Princess..." Draco whispered as his hands wrapped around Y/n's waist. She was staring out the window for quite a while now. He placed a kiss on her shoulder before asking.
"what are you staring at?"
"Nothing... it's just, so peaceful." She said with a deep breath.
"Hmm..." The blond hummed as his head rested in the crook of her neck.
"You smell nice." He said making the red haired girl smile in awe.
"Can we just be like this?.... forever?"
"Once I marry you love..." Draco cooed as he turned her around cupping her face in the palm of his hands. "We will..."
Y/n stared into the cloudy blue skies of his eyes like a lovestruck girl that she was. Suddenly the tiny bits of space between them was being too much for her. Draco noticed how her eyes fluttered as he hovered her. A smirk now decorated on his proud face. Not thinking much about it, Y/n pressed her lips against his as she balanced herself on her tiptoes. Draco couldn't help but smile in awe as he kissed back. He lifted her by her waist to match his height. Both knew that they were far too deep in this ocean of love to be rescued. Both knew that they'd rather drown together. Attached by an invisible string that was love indeed, would never break them apart, atleast....not anymore.
"Kids!" Narcissa's sugar-sweet voice called out causing the couple to break apart.
"Ye-yes mom?!" Draco asked as he went to open the door of his their room.
"Draco...is y/n with you?" Narcissa asked as the door opened.
"I'm here mom." Y/n said as she appeared from behind him.
"You, have some visitors dearest."
Y/n walked downstairs with Draco thinking who's visiting HER this hour?
"Br-brother?" Y/n stuttered at the sight of the two men waiting for her by the door.
"Y/n!" The boys called out as y/n rushed all the way towards them. Y/n wasted no time to pull them in for a tight hug.
"it's been ages!" She said
"Yeah we did take a while to come back didn't we?" Charlie said.
"A while?" Y/n broke the hug before swatting his arms. "You haven't been in London for five years or so!"
"Yeah...also as it seems, we missed a lot here." Bill said as his eyes wandered around the manor.
There stood the blond boy standing by the stairs wondering why was his fiance so excited to meet someone from her family after all that happened.
"Brother....meet my fiance, Draco.." she gestured the blond to come beside her.
"Bill Weasley" Bill introduced himself before putting his hand forth.
"Draco Malfoy..." Draco awkwardly shook hands with him.
"Charlie Weasley." Charlie said as he shook hands with him.
"Will you kids fancy some tea?" Narcissa asked sweetly.
The tea wasn't just a hospitality here, Bill and Charlie were eager to know that what exactly happened that pushed her over the edge.
"But Y/n.... didn't you got our letter?" Charlie asked causing Y/n and Draco to frown in confusion.
"What...letter?" Y/n asked.
"The letter we sent you on your birthday." Bill explained.
"Wait...so you guys remembered her birthday and wrote her a letter but she didn't get it?" Draco asked.
"We thought she got it." Charlie said.
"what happened to the letter then?" Y/n asked.
"I don't...know." Bill stuttered.
"We don't have to worry about that anymore brother, I'm just grateful that you remembered." Y/n smiled sweetly.
"So.... your getting married now." Charlie said as his eyes paused on the silver ring that was perfectly fitted in her finger.
"Before me which is not fair at all!" He continued causing everyone to burst out laughing.
"Well what can I say... I'm hotter than you." Y/n teased.
"You sure are.." Bill added."Well then Congratulations two of you." He said.
"Who's gonna...you know, walk you down the aisle?" Charlie asked.
"Well....since the past few events have been a bit problematic we decided that, Mr. Malfoy can do it." Y/n said.
"Draco...if you don't mind-" Charlie started.
"We'd like to walk out dear sister down the aisle." Bill added.
"That's completely okay by me." Draco nodded.
"Brother thats- that's great!" Y/n exclaimed.
After that, Bill and Charlie took a leave. On their way to solve some matters that they just left behind.
"You're really close to them I see..." Draco said as Y/n stood beside the gate watching their car leave.
"Yes....back then they were the only people who never favoured my sister over me, I was happy with them. But then...they had a buisness trip to France. After that I never saw them for five whole years. They did sent letters, but after a few months...the letters stopped coming. Everything went wrong ever since then." Y/n explained.
"Well now everything is great" Draco added.
"Because of you...it is." Y/n said.
Meanwhile, After a bit of interrogative conversation with the Weasleys Bill found out that all the letter for y/n were kept by no other but Ginerva.
"I can't believe this Ginny...why would you do this?!" Charlie yelled in disbelief.
"Because...." Her sweet tone aa full of poison now "Because she didn't deserve all that, you never wrote letters for anyone else but her. Why was she your first priority? What good did she ever do?" Ginny spat pure bitterness through her voice.
"She was our first priority because she was forgotten! Because of you. You were the reason she ran away, all of you. You should be ashamed of yourselves." Bill yelled.
"love, calm down..." Fleur said as she held onto his arm. Bill calmly nodded making Molly uncomfortable by the control she had over him.
"Bill and I will be walking y/n down the aisle on her wedding....maybe do consider you have a daughter and visit her for the last time." Charlie said.
Finally it was the day Y/n and Draco had eagerly awaited for. The wedding day, the church was decorated with beautiful flowers. The chandelier made of ethereal diamonds was hanging above. In the crowd sat many witches and wizards waiting for the bride to arrive.
"Just a little more...." Hermione, Y/n's bestfriend and. A bridesmaid brushed some setting powder on her face.
"Can I see now?" Y/n asked. She was excited to finally look at herself in the mirror after those 2 hours Hermione took to get her ready.
"Yes you can!" Hermione happily clapped in victory.
Y/n turned around to take a look in the mirror. Her gaze went wide just at the sight of herself. She looked gorgeous, her shiny white gown looked angelic on her. Her makeup was soft yet ethereal. Her hair tied up in a beautiful hairstyle. Her diamond crusted jewelry showing off the shine.
"Speechless?" Hermione chuckled.
"I am..." Y/n whispered still in shock.
"I think Draco's gonna faint out there." Hermione teases making her cheeks red.
"Hermione...thank you so much, for everything." Y/n said.
"Aww... come here." Hermione pulled her in for a hug.
"Don't make me cry now." She continued before holding her hand and bringing her out of the dressing room.
"Y/n....you look- beautiful!" Bill said as Hermione brought her to the two of them. Charlie just stood there too speechless to form words.
"thanks brother." Y/n said.
"Walk me down the aisle, will you..." She said with a sweet smile.
"Ready?" Charlie asked Y/n held onto both of their arms with her palms.
"Kinda nervous..." Y/n said.
"Don't be, we'll be by your side..." Bill said
"always?"she asked.
"Always..." They said in unison.
Draco was standing there waiting for his bride to enter. His patience was slowly giving up, he was eager to see her. After all this was the most important time of their lives, nothing was supposed to go wrong. But all his worries were washed off by just the sight of his beautiful bride as she walked down the aisle. His gaze went wide and his cheeks turned red. She looked heavenly. Her beauty surely knew no bounds. His lips obliviously formed a smirk causing the girl to turn red as she walked closer towards him.
Closer....and closer... every step she took was an escape from her past and a path towards her new life.
The bride and groom were now told to take their vows.
"Y/n Weasley...I remember when I looked into your eyes, I saw a soul just like me....someone who was trying to be better or atleast yearning to be acknowledged. Y/n...when I met you that day, I met myself you were the reason I found myself. I know that your past has kept you in deep darkness of bias and injustice, But I swear that you won't ever feel the same. From now on.... it's just you and all of you, who has my heart...my love .....myself." Draco took his first vow.
"Draco Malfoy...when I met you first, i didn't met you at your finest. Your past was...well, questionable. When I first realised I was falling for you I never quite knew what it was. What I do is that I feared it, I feared falling for you. But then I realised....that I was falling for you because I saw you as someone nobody else did. I saw you as man who truly did care for me, I saw someone who understood me. So hereby, I swear... I'd never let my fear ever come between us again. I swear to love you no matter yours or my past." Y/n took her vow.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife...you may now kiss the bride" the priest said.
Draco pulled y/n by her waist as he passionately attached his lips to her. They were perfect for one another, their lips attached like the two pieces of a puzzle. Love.... isn't it a funny thing , and yet what an escape it is. For what can be better than completely getting lost in someone else and being to oblivious to the chaos of the outer world. The peace to loose yourself in someone who was always there for you. Oh the feeling of being lovestruck, it's funny how a mere walk down the aisle left Y/n Weasley completely oblivious of how tragic her past was.
A/n: I don't think this was as good, but it's my first time writing after a long time so please don't mind me:(
Taglist: ( I've also added some people who waited for this fic even though they're not in my taglist) @seaunti19 @dr4cosimp @footballbroadcast @aextetic @johannelis2302nely @siriusblackstwin @fullvoidmoon @n0agranger @nottluvr @thehalfbloodedwitch @loxbbg @siriusdumblittlepuppy
summary: (inspired by the song ‘needy’ by Ariana Grande) Draco Malfoy has been made a Death Eater and given the task to murder Albus Dumbledore, something that would make any normal person have constant breakdowns. Draco is no different. In the solace of Moaning Myrtle’s company, he gets attached to someone else in the process.
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warnings: cursing, implied sex, blood (sectumsempra curse).
a/n: Hi! I’ve had the plot for this imagine in my head since January, started writing it in February, and now in May it’s finally finished :) I Hope you all enjoy. If you’ve never heard this song, I really recommend it! lot’s of Ariana’s recent music makes me think about Draco. I tried to incorporate as many lyrics as possible, and also some from her song ‘ghostin’’ (an alternative title I considered) p.s. to my knowledge, brushing bugs are not something in the Harry Potter universe, I just came up with them on my own. I figured pureblood witches and wizards would have found alternative, magical means to cleaning their teeth, maybe considering toothbrushes for muggles, muggleborns and halfbloods. (there will be no second part to this imagine. it’s already super long)
taglist: @clockworkherondale @mayorofzillyhoo @hockeyandmarvel @mdgrdians. this fic is deadicated to @socontagiousimagines who i know has been going through a tough time, loves ari & draco, and writes amazing stories ♡
Part of him couldn’t believe he was back in this bloody bathroom again, confiding in what was possibly Hogwarts’ most annoying ghost. And yet.
Myrtle was actually… not so annoying. Maybe she thought he was cute, but then again, from most of the stories it seemed she found all boys cute. Regardless, she was one person Draco could safely vent to, seeing as A) this problem would be trivial to her in twenty years and B) the Dark Lord couldn’t exactly kill a ghost, no matter how powerful he was. Myrtle had all the time in the world, and was very willing to listen to Draco come and complain or cry. She also gave surprisingly comforting advice, even if she couldn’t give him any physical comfort.
“…not your fault, he’s always sticking his nose into others’ businesses.” Myrtle’s high pitched voice echoed around the tiled room, pulling Draco’s thoughts back to the topic at hand.
“Myrtle?” Draco heard a female voice call. Myrtle immediately shut her mouth, and Draco tensed up. The girl came walking into the bathroom and turning the corner to where the rows of toilets were. “Sorry I’m…” Her voiced faded as she finally looked down the aisle.
Draco hoped it was someone he didn’t know, but instead found himself slightly surprised. It was Y/N L/N, the only Pureblood of their year to be sorted into Hufflepuff. Draco had always been vaguely aware of her presence– she was Hufflepuff Prefect, and her father worked at the Ministry like his own father. Draco had never had any reason to talk to her though, since they were sorted into opposing houses and young Draco had seen no reason to keep up with her.
"I remember when I looked into your eyes, I saw a soul just like me....someone who was trying to be better or atleast yearning to be acknowledged. Y/n...when I met you that day, I met myself you were the reason I found myself. I know that your past has kept you in deep darkness of bias and injustice, But I swear that you won't ever feel the same. From now on.... it's just you and all of you, who has my heart...my love .....myself."
~coming soon
Part 4 of Not good enough requested by @fullvoidmoon
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Disclaimer: I only write for Draco Malfoy and I suck at writing fluff.
Dear. Let me tell you. Your 3-part series of "Not Good Enough" with Draco Malfoy x Weasley!reader is my fave!!!! I love the drama, the heartache, but specially that you made the Malfoys like that genuinely, happy, and a not dysfunctional family. The last part in your 3rd instalation that basically Narcissa and Lucius called the reader as Y/n Malfoy is *chef's kiss*.
If it's okay, could you possibly make a side story for the part 3? Like, days after the Weasleys received the letter both Bill and Charlie went home for a vacation. Since they are the oldest, I feel that they are more understanding and caring for the reader. It just so happens that they are away most of the time and basically not aware of how the rest of the Weasleys treat her? What would they say and basically react when Y/n is no longer at the Burrow because of the family? I just want to know 🤣🤣
Also, I would love for both Bill and Charlie to march on to the Malfoy Manor and (sort of) argue with Lucius that both of them want to walk Y/n down the aisle, since Lucius now becomes the father-figure for Y/n.
Sorry if this is too long or confusing 🤣 and I understand if you won't feel like having another part for the story. Just wanted you to know that you basically made me think of this scenarios after reading all 3 parts 🥰
Thankyou sooo much for your feedback, it genuinely made my day. Also don't feel sorry I loved the idea. And I surely will be working on this too. <3 thanks for your support 💗💗
Thank you so much for considering!! You have no idea how you made my day 😘. So excited for you work, but of course no need to rush as I don't want to pressure you or anything
@fullvoidmoon I’m sorry this has taken me forever to get to, but I hope it does justice to your cousin’s memory. Decided fluff was most appropriate. 💜
Only You
Donnie x Christine
Warning: None
Could she be more perfect?
Not to Donnie. She was beautiful, graceful, kindhearted, and a veterinarian to boot. He often found himself staring at her when came by to check on his father. It felt like fate when she showed up with purple streaked through out her short hair. He aches to run his fingers through it. He was forever grateful to April for recommending her to help Master Splinter. Even with the mutagen, he was older and needed special care while the green ooze healed his body. She was so careful with him, made him laugh, and that was saying something about his sometimes-too-serious father. Yes, Christine was a treasure, pure and simple.
Now that his father was back to normal and celebrating good health, Donnie was starting to worry about not seeing her anymore. What if she didn’t come back and visit? How could he keep her in his life? It was time to make a plan. He was a genius, after all.
So, that’s how the tall terrapin ended up stretched out on his own exam table, in nothing but his underwear and a pair of loose shorts made from cut-off sweatpants. His cheeks were a darker shade of green, and he hoped desperately that she wouldn’t catch on. Don had made up some crazy story about not feeling well, which was a total lie because he had never been sick a day in his life. The mutagen made sure of that. His brothers had all snickered when they saw what he was up to. His crush on the good doctor had not gone unnoticed.
Raph had just poked his head in the lab to see how the exam was going, and further exacerbate the nervous nerd. Donnie was shooting daggers with his eyes, and Raph’s grin rivaled the Cheshire Cat.
“So, what’s wrong with him, Doc? Swine flu? Bubonic plague? Maybe he got bit by one of those kissing bugs,” he taunted.
Christine was listening to Donnie’s heart with a stethoscope and heard the beat pick up at Raph’s razzing.
She sighed, “Raphael, I can’t get accurate results with you in here distracting him. Please, lock the door behind you when you leave so there are no more interruptions.”
Raph grumbled at getting censured but did as he was told. You just didn’t argue with Christine. She turned back to her patient. She was well aware that there wasn’t a thing wrong with her genius friend. She had a very strong suspicion that this had more to do with keeping her around longer. Well, it was time to put her own plan into play, and show her favorite mutant that she planned to stay for a good long time.
“Okay, Donatello, I want you to try to relax. I’m going to test a few things,” she murmured.
Donnie closed his eyes and willed himself to chill out. Suddenly, he jerked. His eyes popped back open at the touch of her hands on his feet.
“Sorry, are my hands cold?”
He shook his head vehemently, “No, just didn’t expect that. I’m good.”
He forced his eyes closed again, relaxing fractionally as her hands pressed the bottoms of his feet, working up to his ankles. She squeezed his calves, and told him to inform her immediately if he felt any pain or discomfort. When she reached his thighs, he found himself holding his breath. Halfway up, she stopped, switching to the other thigh. He released his breath, almost disappointed as she started on his hands, going up his arms. When she started on his sides, he couldn’t hold back his giggles. He slapped a hand over his mouth at the mortifying sound.
Christine had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from cracking a smile. She had been enjoying his examination thoroughly, noting every held breath, every tensed muscle. She was more than certain of his feelings for her, and returned them wholeheartedly. Making up her mind, she decided to stop drawing this out.
“Alright, I have your diagnosis,” she straightened and looked as serious as she could.
Donnie suddenly looked nervous. She had to work hard not to laugh at the poor guy.
“Um, what is it, Chris-I mean, Doctor,” he stammered out.
At that, a warm smile spread across her pretty face.
“It’s your heart, Don. You’ve caught….feelings.”
She waited while he processed the info. The moment he put it together in his head, his eyes widened. His mouth dropped open and flapped soundlessly. Christine reached out and placed a finger under his chin.
“It’s okay, Donnie. It’s contagious, you know. I caught them, too,” she whispered.
Then she leaned in and placed a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. Pulling back, she waited for his response.
Donnie blinked, then his cheeks grew even darker.
“R-really? You feel the same?” he asked, timidly.
She nodded. Donnie licked his lips.
“Well then, will you kiss me again?”
This time, she didn’t hold back, laughing out loud as she stepped closer. Don sat up further and held his arms out for her and she slid in like she was coming home. This time, she kissed him right on the lips, and he held her tightly to his plastron. He decided to push his luck a little further, licking against the seam of her mouth. She opened it with a quiet moan, and he finally tasted her fully. One arm wrapped around her waist, and the other slid into her soft hair. Again and again, their mouths met, tongues tangling and hands grasping. Pulling back for air, Donnie grinned at the turn of events.
“So, I guess this means you’ll still be coming around?” he asked, needing the words.
Christine nodded, love shining in her eyes, “Oh, my sweet Donnie, you’re stuck with me now. I’m not going anywhere.”
@fullvoidmoon I’m sorry this has taken me forever to get to, but I hope it does justice to your cousin’s memory. Decided fluff was most appropriate. 💜
Only You
Donnie x Christine
Warning: None
Could she be more perfect?
Not to Donnie. She was beautiful, graceful, kindhearted, and a veterinarian to boot. He often found himself staring at her when came by to check on his father. It felt like fate when she showed up with purple streaked through out her short hair. He aches to run his fingers through it. He was forever grateful to April for recommending her to help Master Splinter. Even with the mutagen, he was older and needed special care while the green ooze healed his body. She was so careful with him, made him laugh, and that was saying something about his sometimes-too-serious father. Yes, Christine was a treasure, pure and simple.
Now that his father was back to normal and celebrating good health, Donnie was starting to worry about not seeing her anymore. What if she didn’t come back and visit? How could he keep her in his life? It was time to make a plan. He was a genius, after all.
So, that’s how the tall terrapin ended up stretched out on his own exam table, in nothing but his underwear and a pair of loose shorts made from cut-off sweatpants. His cheeks were a darker shade of green, and he hoped desperately that she wouldn’t catch on. Don had made up some crazy story about not feeling well, which was a total lie because he had never been sick a day in his life. The mutagen made sure of that. His brothers had all snickered when they saw what he was up to. His crush on the good doctor had not gone unnoticed.
Raph had just poked his head in the lab to see how the exam was going, and further exacerbate the nervous nerd. Donnie was shooting daggers with his eyes, and Raph’s grin rivaled the Cheshire Cat.
“So, what’s wrong with him, Doc? Swine flu? Bubonic plague? Maybe he got bit by one of those kissing bugs,” he taunted.
Christine was listening to Donnie’s heart with a stethoscope and heard the beat pick up at Raph’s razzing.
She sighed, “Raphael, I can’t get accurate results with you in here distracting him. Please, lock the door behind you when you leave so there are no more interruptions.”
Raph grumbled at getting censured but did as he was told. You just didn’t argue with Christine. She turned back to her patient. She was well aware that there wasn’t a thing wrong with her genius friend. She had a very strong suspicion that this had more to do with keeping her around longer. Well, it was time to put her own plan into play, and show her favorite mutant that she planned to stay for a good long time.
“Okay, Donatello, I want you to try to relax. I’m going to test a few things,” she murmured.
Donnie closed his eyes and willed himself to chill out. Suddenly, he jerked. His eyes popped back open at the touch of her hands on his feet.
“Sorry, are my hands cold?”
He shook his head vehemently, “No, just didn’t expect that. I’m good.”
He forced his eyes closed again, relaxing fractionally as her hands pressed the bottoms of his feet, working up to his ankles. She squeezed his calves, and told him to inform her immediately if he felt any pain or discomfort. When she reached his thighs, he found himself holding his breath. Halfway up, she stopped, switching to the other thigh. He released his breath, almost disappointed as she started on his hands, going up his arms. When she started on his sides, he couldn’t hold back his giggles. He slapped a hand over his mouth at the mortifying sound.
Christine had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from cracking a smile. She had been enjoying his examination thoroughly, noting every held breath, every tensed muscle. She was more than certain of his feelings for her, and returned them wholeheartedly. Making up her mind, she decided to stop drawing this out.
“Alright, I have your diagnosis,” she straightened and looked as serious as she could.
Donnie suddenly looked nervous. She had to work hard not to laugh at the poor guy.
“Um, what is it, Chris-I mean, Doctor,” he stammered out.
At that, a warm smile spread across her pretty face.
“It’s your heart, Don. You’ve caught….feelings.”
She waited while he processed the info. The moment he put it together in his head, his eyes widened. His mouth dropped open and flapped soundlessly. Christine reached out and placed a finger under his chin.
“It’s okay, Donnie. It’s contagious, you know. I caught them, too,” she whispered.
Then she leaned in and placed a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. Pulling back, she waited for his response.
Donnie blinked, then his cheeks grew even darker.
“R-really? You feel the same?” he asked, timidly.
She nodded. Donnie licked his lips.
“Well then, will you kiss me again?”
This time, she didn’t hold back, laughing out loud as she stepped closer. Don sat up further and held his arms out for her and she slid in like she was coming home. This time, she kissed him right on the lips, and he held her tightly to his plastron. He decided to push his luck a little further, licking against the seam of her mouth. She opened it with a quiet moan, and he finally tasted her fully. One arm wrapped around her waist, and the other slid into her soft hair. Again and again, their mouths met, tongues tangling and hands grasping. Pulling back for air, Donnie grinned at the turn of events.
“So, I guess this means you’ll still be coming around?” he asked, needing the words.
Christine nodded, love shining in her eyes, “Oh, my sweet Donnie, you’re stuck with me now. I’m not going anywhere.”
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