Margaery from game of thrones reminds me so much of Leliana this is just basically a human version of her but with longer hair omg (I just started season three so I don’t know much abt her character later but I’ve heard she’s cunning)
watching game of thrones for the first time as I’ve watched house of the dragon and a knight of the seven kingdoms.
thrones makes me stressed.
I just got to season three and I’m starting it today, I know what happens at the end of the third season and I’m utterly unprepared as Robb has become my favorite character (hence the pfp).
I think it’s hard to avoid spoilers for a show such as it for major characters, so honestly my favorite side characters so far have been Shae and Osha!! I’ve noticed for characters that aren’t from major houses I don’t know what happens to them so I’ve been safe with that 😭
Written in the sheer need to cuck Ormund Hightower as I caught up on HOTD.
So smut (riding, cl!t stimulation, soft and slow, need to be quiet), adultery, and a banter about pregnancy near the end.
Your hands slip up the bare chest of the man you were with. His hand slips down to hold your hips, grinding you down into his lap. Both of you guys groan softly, taking this as silently as you can. Though he decided to sit up, changing the angle as he presses his bare chest against yours. You grin a bit, he mirrors it.
“Gwayne” You exhale out, watching his expression as you decide to take more control of it again. Gwayne watches as you raise your hips, then sink down, his breathing shakes more as your hands move to slip behind his back to support yourself. As you move your hips and slip a hand into his hair he keeps his hands low on your body. Still guiding your hips as you rode him.
Your husband’s cousin. The man you were currently bedding. The man you have been bedding for years since your marriage with Ormund started souring. The man you originally wanted when your family wed you to the Hightowers.
But Gwayne’s head drops against your shoulder as he ground you down at the right moment. Both of you exhaled a sigh at that. Your breaths mingled with each other, not allowed to make much more noise then what was current. Though he keeps a hand still on your hip, one slips in front of you down to rub at your clit. This causes your eyes to close shut as you work your hips more, moving to a bouncing motion as silently as you could.
“You’re so pretty” Gwayne breathes against your skin, leaning his head back enough which causes you to lean your forehead against his. “You know that though.”
His lips are ghosting yours.
Through the window the lights of daybreak shine into the room, illuminating you in a way that had him press forward to kiss you. Smiling into the kiss as he swallowed any noise that would come from you. But when your hips lowered against him again he made sure to raise his.
That motion drove you closer and closer to your peak. Especially with how his hand was still working. You nuzzled your head against his shoulder and Gwayne smiled against your temple though you heard how his breath shook against your ear.
“Come on” He continued to speak softly as his thumb rubs circles against your clit. But his voice carried the rough edge of intimacy. “I would not leave you unsatisfied”
Gwayne’s lips meet your mouth as you climax, swallowing up anything possible again so it keeps you quiet. But he also helps you ride through it, not moving his hips but still moving his fingers. Before he removes the hand from there and sets it on your back to guide you back on the bed. Gwayne keeps the same hand on your hip as he slips the one from your back then to cover your mouth. He gives you a smile before starting a motion that wasn’t as slow as before. The overstimulation gets to you as he thrusts his hips into you, but the firm grip over your mouth causes you to just close your eyes and feel it. He was chasing his own high now, so you slip your hands over his back and just hold him. When he does finally reach it, Gwayne takes his hand off your mouth and hugs you tight. His head falls against your breasts, so you slip a hand into his hair and the two of you just lay there.
“You know it’s convenient that you’re a Hightower” You speak first, and he props his chin up on your sternum to look at you. His face probably mirrored yours, pleased.
“Hmm? Why?”
“I do not have to take moon tea after our encounters. If I bare Ormund another it’ll still be a Hightower whether it’s his or yours”
Gwayne seemed amused at your statement, dragging a hand down your body to settle over your abdomen. He seems to think for a bit, his eyes tracing over your face.
“You commit adultery against a husband with a vicious temper, and yet hope you get him to raise another man’s child.” His eyes flit to yours, half-lidded and fond. “I thought I’d met every cruel woman at court thanks to my sister” Gwayne raises a brow but just lays his head back down between your breasts.
pushing back the two other oneshot ideas as I do have an idea for a slightly longer multi fic thing for Jacaerys as an LI.
Dragonseed reader raised by Melisandre who claims Cannibal. I worry so much about making it too cliche or OP so the reader is gonna struggle through it I don’t think I want her to do magic if at all. Just something wrong with her which helps Cannibal latch onto her.
Cregan x Reader… but if you’ve read the last fic uhm just Cregan! Do not read this without reading the first one. I mean you can but the context is gone LOL
The Original Fic (wc 4.3K)
wc for this scene is 390
A raven flies into Winterfell.
Cregan hadn’t heard from you in two weeks. Rickon was a bit antsy because he was the boy sensing his unease whenever he talked with his father. The current winter wasn’t great, so he couldn’t step away from the north as his people needed him.
The raven circles around him as Cregan lifts his arm up for the raven to land. The letter wrapped around its leg was a bit bigger than usually what you had used. You had mentioned once you worried about the birds so you opted to more frequent letters in smaller notes. So it couldn’t have been from you. He slips a finger under the looped note and near the bird’s leg before gently tugging to pull the letter off the raven. It just adjusts a bit before flying to where Winterfell kept their birds. Cregan’s fingers trail over the RT on the letter, noting it was from your mother instead.
He unrolls it and notes that the lettering was small to fit more. But the writing was clean enough that it didn’t deduct readability. So his eyes trace the words to read.
[Lord Cregan Stark.
It is with the broken heart of a mother that I write to you. My heir and my only daughter have lost their lives. They fell together along with their dragons in a battle for my naval fleets. I am sorry that the future you sought with my daughter, the future that I was looking forward to supporting, is lost to us both. She spoke of you in a way I had never heard her speak of another.
I have to ask however that the north’s oath remains, and implore on the honor of your house. But I will not demand more of you as I know your winters are harsh. Hold to our pact as you are able.
She deserved better. So did you.
Rhaenyra Targaryen. ]
Cregan swallowed as he read over the letter again. And again. Before he just stared dazed at the letter. The winter wolves were sent south but he started mentally going over men he could spare. He could lead a group himself and go south when he can and end the whole war. A stupid war he thought, southerners brought this much trouble, took many lives, because a family couldn’t decide who would sit on the throne made of swords.
The letter crumples in his fist as he walks back to collect his council. Cregan would stop the dance of dragons, just to let you rest in the peace you deserved.
(Cregan Stark x Reader, Jacaerys Velaryon & Reader, Rhaenyra Targaryen & Reader)
Canon Typical violence & implied sexual content in a scene. Spoilers for s3 e1 of house of the dragon. Reader is Jacaerys Velaryon’s twin sister. No targcest. She (using you/yours in the fic) has her own dragon! Romance isn’t the main focus the whole fic. Not beta read!
ao3 link and description || wc 4.3K
You didn't think you’d find yourself appreciating the cold of Winterfell as much as you did.
Maybe it was the people.
The Starks were an honorable family, and Cregan Stark was an easy lord for you and your twin brother Jacaerys to negotiate with. But the time you were supposed to spend in the north went from being a day to being weeks. Jacaerys made a true friend within Cregan, and you found yourself getting close to the man as well.
Right at that moment, Cregan’s son Rickon, was showing off some wooden toys to you. You sat on the ground with him as you flew a carved wooden dragon into the one Rickon had. Which causes the toddler to let out an excited giggle as he uses his dragon to fight back yours. You weren’t even aware Cregan was watching you from the doorway as he had heard his son dragged you away to play with him. He had carved the two dragons for Rickon when you and your brother came because the boy was amazed by your beasts.
“You know dragons speak a special language” You explain to Rickon who suddenly looks attentive.
“A special language? You speak dragon?”
“Dracarys” You exhale out before making noises to mimic dragon fire at Rickon’s dragon and he looks confused.
“I just burned your dragon with my dragon” You respond and the boy lights up.
“Dracarys! Brahhhhh!! You’re dead!” Rickon shouts as he clashes his dragon with yours again causing you to laugh.
“You just shot fire at the dragon, they’re immune to fire. So I’m not dead”
“No fair you didn’t say that before”
“Very fair” You countered.
Rickon just grumbles before crashing his against yours and forcing it to the ground. Though you let him, just softly laughing as he does so.
“Your dragon drowned”
“I’m drowned?” You ask amused, tilting your head. Rickon quickly nods.
“We’re fighting above water, I just decided. Cause land is too boring”
Cregan decides to step in and you turn to look at him. Your eyes widen in slight surprise that he was there and you feel a smidge embarrassed he found you playing with his son. Rickon lit up at the sight of his father, but Cregan’s gaze lingered on you a bit longer than necessary. Riddled with a warmth you were not used to appreciating that a man was looking at you like that. He looked fond of you.
“I’d say the Targaryen princess here may be the true winner in the end because she can ride a real one” Cregan teases his son and Rickon grumbles at being reminded about that, taking both dragons in his hands. Cregan helps you up and off the floor, just giving you a small smile before shooting a glance at his son.
“I’m taking her, go get her brother to play with you.” Cregan throws the entertaining a small child duty onto your brother which prompted a snort from you as you leaned into his side and walked down the hall with you.
“You’re good with him” Cregan muses as he hugs you closer against his side as you walk. Ever since affirming to him that you would be fine with something blooming with him he got a bit more touchy. The man was starved of it you think since Rickon’s mother, but he made sure to keep it to just when the two of you were by yourself.
You lean your head against him.
“I’m an older sister, I know how to care for kids”
“I want to meet with you tonight, if you are able to?” He turns to look into your eyes and you give him a nod. No words. You wanted more time with him.
Later came and against the knowledge of Jacaerys, you found yourself sneaking out of the shared temporary living space you two were given in the north. With Cregan Stark’s help.
He stood outside the window as it was only a singular floor and offered his arm to you to help you down. Cregan’s stare on you lingers a bit long causing your lips to quirk catching his stare, and his face mirrors yours.
“I think I read a story about something similar” You muse and Cregan nods.
“I bet there’s quite a few tales about northern lords helping southern ladies sneak out to have an evening together away from imposing family” He responds, and his accent causes warmth to hit your cheeks. In response however you just playfully hit his shoulder. Well. Attempt to. As he grabs your hand and drags you in to press his lips against yours. You smile against his lips as his other hand slips under your fur cloaks they had given you and your brother and hugs you closer before pulling back.
You move your hand around his arm like you would in the south to any lord, and Cregan grins at that. In the light of the moon there weren't many folk out. You can tell he seemed a bit lighter having a private moment.
Looking over the horizon you can see Vermax and Lyrax flying together in the cold night and Cregan pauses to stare in slight awe.
“I see plenty of beasts in the north yet the ones that came with the two of you are prettiest ones. I can see why Rickon is so obsessed” He hums, his eyes following as Lyrax twirls around Vermax before both shoot down to land together. Cregan clearly had plans on his mind on where to take you but his eyes lingered on the dragons.
“I just wonder what they’re feeding on. Jace had Lyrax fly beside him when he went to the wall by himself, told them they had free reign over there so they didn’t take anything from you guys” You start to guide him towards where the dragons rested and you see a faint recognition at that in him but he doesn’t fight it. Most lords like him would love to see a dragon up close, and you wanted Lyrax to actually meet him.
“Do they know not to feed on people?” He asks, and you nod. Cregan seems to think a bit before looking at where they disappeared.
“If they’re feeding on life beyond the wall they’re doing good for us.” He gruffly continued, nodding slowly at the idea which causes you just to lean more against him. Cregan was warm, a warm wall in which aided you as you walked through the forest. It wasn’t hard to find Lyrax and Vermax as they had claimed a clearing for themselves. Lyrax sees you however and parts from her brother to pad forward. Waiting for any possible command. Vermax didn’t find Jacaerys so he just huffed and curled up. They didn’t like standing still in the snow and you knew that, being creatures adverse to such cold. The deals were sealed, you and your brother knew at some point soon you could and should probably leave the Starks.
You stick your hand out, softly speaking Valyrian to Lyrax, as you lead Cregan to stand sort of in front of you. Watching carefully.
“You can touch her” You say to Cregan and being a man that handles quite a few beasts he clearly knew how to handle himself. Showing no fear, he sets his hand out first and slowly approaches before his hand sets on the side of her snout. Lyrax seems a bit cautious at the big man so you raise your hand again.
“Lykirī, Lyrax. Lykirī” You speak and Lyrax just huffs warm air against the two of you. You spare a glance at Cregan who despite the walls he puts up looks mystified.
“How do you know she’s a girl?” Cregan asks curiously as he eyes you. He wants to know more, a need to learn facts because he loves beasts. But also if he gets what he wants he would have your hand in the future. And Lyrax here would be a beast he’d have to find a way to care for her in the north. Cregan had overheard discussions between Jacaerys and you about Vermax and Lyrax’s irritability in the north.
“She’s laid a clutch” You hum as you walk over to set your hand on the opposing side. “Though the eggs will probably never hatch. They were too small”
Cregan just nods. A man who is just consuming the information you give. He asks you more random facts as he keeps a hand on Lyrax, feeling the warmth beneath her scales. He would get to be a part of your world, learn more about your trusted companion.
—
“Lyrax and Vermax’s eggs were given to Jace and I when we were little” You murmured against his clothed chest. Cregan leaned against a tree in the clearing, sat down. You were sitting on his lap as he had his arms under your furs to keep you there. Both of you were warm together as snow fell on you. “They both hatched together, twins like us”
Lyrax and Vermax took to the sky again a bit ago to try and get exercise to warm their bodies. Distant cries as the two chased each other in the sky could be heard. But you barely focused on it as the smell of pine and man wrapped around you as such. You look up though at him and your face and eyes look into his. In the silence of the winter he presses his lips against yours, his hand sliding down his back and he pushes you closer. You exhale a soft breath against his lips as he grinds you down against him as your lips slowly slowly mold against each other.
You knew the night was going to be long as you felt his other hand trail slowly up your thigh and under your skirts.
—
“You look tired, dear sister” Jacaerys eyes you as you walk together through the halls of Winterfell’s main building. He seemed amused. You were not.
“You slept like a babe, keep gloating” You grumble back.
“Oh but I woke up at night and your bed was empty”
“I took a walk”
“A long walk? Odd that I heard lord Cregan was out last night too. Guess you’ll have to get used to motherhood for little lord Rickon” Jacaerys responds, and you knew your brother wasn’t stupid. So he clearly put two and two together.
“Shut it” You slap his shoulder with your hand and he just seems so utterly pleased with himself.
“You two walk the same way” The gruff voice interrupts your bickering as you both turn around to see Cregan standing there with a raised brow. He had asked someone else where the two of you were as there was a letter that had arrived with your mother’s royal sigil. Cregan was an honorable man, but a smidge of unease in his gut when receiving it had caused him to open it. He didn’t know how to hand it to the two twins.
Lucerys Velaryon’s death was announced in the letter.
However Jacaerys just walks over to Cregan first with you trailing behind him. Jacaerys still has the grin from teasing you so he just crosses his arms and tries to size the bigger man up. But it’s the complete opposite of intimidation on purpose.
“My sister isn’t betrothed to anyone, if you send word to my mother she can arrange it” Jacaerys muses and you just cover your face. Cregan hesitates before nodding.
“I’ll ask after she wins. I have a feeling she will have too much to deal with in these months.” Cregan says before handing Jacaerys the opened letter.
“Go to your quarters and read this where there will be no public eye” Cregan hesitates before setting a hand on your shoulder and he rests his forehead against yours. Jacaerys and your own smile’s drop as how he held himself and the letter being opened made you two worried. Though you nod and the two of you walk away together and Cregan just grimaces. After a bit he does follow, finding himself outside of their door and he lingers.
A deep exhale leaves his lips at the sound of sobs.
Hours later you find that the parting you had pushed against so much came quickly as you and Jacaerys decided that you would go back today.
Cregan slipped his arms around you as he held your head to his shoulder.
“I’ll be okay” You whisper to him before pulling away. You were out of your furs as it would be too much to carry on Lyrax, Jacaerys as well had left his there. Both of you were in similar red and black outfits with the Targaryen emblem hand embroidered on the front. Courtesy of your mother wanting to dress her twins as such as they flew out together. She didn’t want either of you alone so you collected banners together, why you were originally sent out as a pair. Cregan was more stuck on how you didn’t look as northern as you had the past few weeks however. Very much at the moment looking like the southern born lady you were.
You attempt to step back but are stopped by Cregan pulling you back in to kiss you. You melt into it, almost reaching back to hold him a bit tighter but Jacaerys clears his throat so you detach.
“I’ll see you” He murmurs back as you finally pull away to join your brother. Lyrax is easy as you push up the side of the saddle to settle on it and look at Jacaerys who got on Vermax.
“Sōvēs!” You both command your respective dragons which causes them to move their wings and jump up to fly away.
You didn’t look back at Cregan.
Lyrax and Vermax fly together easily commanded as much as the day you saw them flying freely. And unlike if you went back on land, you get back home to Dragonstone in under a day.
—
You sat on your bed in your chambers after a while of not being back. Tracing over the sheets of your bed as you had cried too much today. Cried hearing the news, cried with your mother and your brother, and now your eyes hurt. You cannot believe you missed the cold of Winterfell. But Cregan was safer being away from two dragon riders, the greens would’ve loved that Lyrax and Vermax were already irritable from the cold weather.
You stand up, walking over to look at yourself in a mirror. You trail your fingers over the fabric of your dress. One of your mother’s old gowns from when she was your age. You were her only daughter so there were a lot of things that she couldn’t wear anymore but were still very nice that she had saved for you. Her daughter.
There’s a knock on your door.
“Come in” You speak, turning your gaze over to see the woman you were just thinking about opening the door. Rhaenyra, your mother, gives you a tired smile as she shuts the door behind her. Her eyes look over your face as she just walks in before hesitating.
“Do you need something, mother?” You ask her softly, and Rhaenyra shakes her head.
“Do I need a reason to come speak to my only daughter? Too many men telling me what I should and shouldn’t do. Even your brother” Her voice carries the weariness of the past few weeks as she sits down on the edge of your bed. “How was the North? I’ve never been. Jace wouldn’t tell me much just that the deal was made and we have men to expect”
She asks you, so you move to sit down on the edge of your desk to look at your mother. You hesitate a bit before you look away from her.
“Lord Cregan Stark accepted easily. Recognizing you as the true queen”
Rhaenyra looks at you confused, but her eyes dance over you bodily tells which causes a smile after the long day to form.
“I think he accepted not for no reason. Should I send a letter that I accept any possible betrothals in the future for you? I tried in the past to set one up for you but I am so happy Alicent never took any of my asks for Aemond for you” She exhaled out as she crossed her arms over her chest. You quickly nod, quite happy that didn’t happen either. Though it probably would’ve been broken when this whole conflict started. “Lord Stark is a good man, yes? I want you to be happy”
You nod. “He’s a good man. Family man, warmer than you’d think.”
Rhaenyra pats the space on your bed beside her.
“Come sit with me, tell me all about him” She gives you a true smile, so you just shakily grin before slipping off the desk to move to sit at her side. After a bit of what you’d think would be talking to girls your age about crushes, your mother just let out a soft hum.
“I would send you straight back north because I can tell he’d keep you safer than I ever could” Rhaenyra says quietly.
“You are not sending me back as this all goes on, mother” You shift to be facing her and set your hand on her shoulder. Rhaenyra looks hesitant but looks over your face again and reaches her hand to cup your cheek.
“You are my daughter, my only daughter from my womb. I want you to be safe.” Her thumb brushes over your cheek and she leans her forehead against yours before pulling back again. “I know because of that, no matter what I say, you would not be happy here if I made you stay. I fight my own court to even be recognized as someone competent enough because I am a woman. I would not put you in safe keeping because you are one” Rhaenyra murmurs as she drops her hand. You watch that as it happens and look down at your lap.
“Thank you”
“But if you are honestly courting a Stark” Rhaenyra gets up and starts to pace. “I should tell you about Aegon the Conqueror’s dream. Jace knows it is as he is my heir, but we haven’t had a chance of fire and ice meeting like this before. It could possibly be from your family in the future”
——
A few weeks go by as you are at Dragonstone helping out your family. Your mother had allowed you to use one of their ravens to send letters back and forth to Cregan, wanting you to have a semblance of happiness during this. You were writing in you chambers when Jacaerys burst open the doors.
“Sister, we have to go! Baela is coming with. The three of us can provide dragonrider back up to our forces in the gullet!” He seems to be running in adrenaline which causes you to drop your pen on the letter you were writing for Cregan. The last line you had written, ‘Avy jorrāelan’ was smudged. You’ll fix it later you decide, just nodding.
“Did mother command?”
“She didn’t but…” Jacaerys trails off as when you stand he walks over more. “She’s too on edge right now, the three of us can win this for her and give her good news!” His hands set firmly on your shoulders. You couldn’t say no to your twin, as you knew he would go out with Baela no matter what you said and you didn’t want to leave them with just two not knowing if Vhagar would show up. You were a part of the group who didn’t entirely trust Alicent’s whole trucefire offer, so three dragons as back up would be better than anything.
“I will. While I want our mother to live a long life I know you are the heir apparent. I’ll be listening to you when we’re old and grey just because you’re only a few minutes older” You tease him and he just grins.
“You’ll be my hand when I am king, I trust your council”
You guys hug after a moment of silence before he leaves you to get changed in your riding gear. When you look at yourself in the mirror, your finger traces over the Targaryen sigil on your chest. Your gaze goes to the letter to Cregan on the desk as well. Your mother had sent her own raven recently north about the betrothal after a few talks more with you about him. After all this was over you would go north, your family as well, to support the joining of ice and fire.
You exhale as you slap your cheek and finish tightening your riding gear before leaving your chambers.
———
The gullet was chaotic.
Ships upon ships as you guys flew over it with Jacaerys in the lead. You part Lyrax away and make sure to burn a few ships. It was hard to see things above the ships because of the smoke so you had to dip Lyrax low enough to fly through the ships and burn down the enemy ones. However Lyrax cries and jolts over, causing you to turn and see that some ship had hooked an anchor onto Vermax’s saddle. The rope was visible, so you quickly singled in to help.
“Aderī, Lyrax!” You call out and she narrows her wings so she can move to try and reach Vermax. However Baela quickly swoops in with Moondancer to snip the rope dragging Vermax so you pull the reins back.
“Vēzot!” At your command Lyrax soars up and over them so she doesn’t interrupt Vermax’s fly path. The change in altitudes had your ears ringing yet you were just running on adrenaline. “Pālēs, Lyrax” You set a hand on her skin as she turns to the side to avoid something that was firing at the two of you.
“Dracarys!” Fire spews onto the ship as Lyrax had angled to hit it then flew up. Though you get hit by a sudden gust of wind which causes you to look up into the dark belly of another dragon flying over you. Fear courses through your body as Lyrax instinctively slows to let the dragon fly over.
“Who is that?!” You exclaim to Lyrax in common, and even though she didn’t understand you she just growls low in response as her head follows the big form. But you pull back at her reigns so she flies up and your heart drops to your stomach as you see Rhaena. She’s barely clinging onto the dragon and seemingly struggling. You soar by with Lyrax and see Baela barely avoiding the dragon and your brother flying with Vermax to cover for her. With no knowledge on who was on the dragon as they hadn’t had the chance to see. You rub at Lyrax’s side.
“Embrot, Lyrax! Aderī!” Lyrax drops down to quick to fly between Vermax and the dragon Rhaena was on which you see your brother’s face for a split second contort as he pulls on Vermax’s reins and because of the awkward maneuver now both of your and flying down near the ship again. The dragon Rhaena is struggling to control looming above you two. Jacaerys however angles Vermax to fly by Lyrax.
“What was that for!” Jacaerys yells at you through the wind.
“Rhaena! She’s on that dragon!” You yell back as you two have to part to not crash into a ship.
You scream as another hook fires at Vermax but hits his skin instead of the saddle. Baela is too far away to help so it’s you this time. Lyrax seems to go quicker with no command to try and save her clutchmate. At the moment you felt like you were one with her as sheer panic hit you for your brother. Lyrax tries to snip at the rope that was dragging Vermax down but cries out as she jolts and you feel one hit her two. The two ropes were too close and the one dug into her accidentally caused Vermax to jolt more and the two dragons to get caught together. Both of them panic, which causes the ropes to intertwine more. You have to bend to the side as Vermax’s belly brushes against the top of Lyrax. You hear Jacaerys yelling commands at Vermax as Vermax’s weight and the rope constricted Lyrax’s any attempt at moving.
Your head pounded, you heard Lyrax let out a cry below you but it was weak as she hit the water first. Neither Jacaerys or Vermax could control it but you couldn’t even move as Vermax was blocking you from even undoing your hook that kept you attached to Lyrax. The weight of Vermax pushes you and Lyrax under water. You hold your breath as Lyrax struggles against Vermax but it was pointless. You two were stuck.
You wish maybe selfishly you’d stayed at the north with Cregan as you hold your breath. You could’ve avoided this whole conflict. But you truly never would’ve left your family.
Vermax comes under water and Jacaerys soon follows, struggling against his own hook. When he frees himself he swims down and reaches his hand between Vermax and Lyrax to tug at your own. When it is freed you two make eye contact under the water and you kick yourself free of Lyrax. Though it hurts so goddamn much, you gaze down at your dragon as she sinks before shutting your eyes as Jacaerys grabs onto you and swims up. He still keeps you hugged close as he holds onto a piece of debris from a ship to keep floating. You shakily put your arm around the other end. Jacaerys and you just tiredly stare at each other as you kick your feet to stay afloat. Despite all the adrenaline you feel as something sharp enters your back and the color drains from Jacaerys’s face. But before he can even say your name an arrow lodged through his shoulder. You turn, and he turns to the other side, to see two ships circling around you.
Another bout of arrows fire and another bout of pain rushes through you as one hits your chest. Another drives into your brother.
The world goes dark almost immediately when the next pierces through your throat from behind.
using this post the announce this blog will be for dumps as I watch stuff from the asoiaf verse LOL.
nearly done with house of the dragon season two, seen all of a knight of seven kingdoms, and just started the second season of game of thrones. I accidentally dedicated my main blog too much to video games so I decided to repurpose an alt!
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I write fanfiction, am in the progress of doing a ser duncan the tall x targ!reader and a daeron the drunken x stark!reader 🙂↕️
