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I’ve seen a edit where Jacaerys is frozen in time on Dragonstone still dead and Dany is the one to bring him back to life…

so like imagine.. being Dany’s younger sister, and arriving to Dragonstone and find a coffin with a boy in it..

and maybe Dany’s sister is having memories of a life she never lived..or maybe her previous life. The boy looks so familiar. And a f strange magical force is beckoning her to kiss him.

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⠀×⠀headcanons on the adventures of Jacaerys Velaryon and twin!reader.

𝓮’s navigation. house of the dragon.

contains ✦ one small angst scene regarding lucerys, the rest of the headcanons are all lighthearted!

wc. 2k.

× i imagine jacaerys is a LOT to handle. one minute, he’s rambling on and on about baela (actually, you don’t mind this much; you adore baela) or he’s recruiting you to rummage through your grandfather, lord corlys’, treasure room; the punishment is always more lenient if you’re caught together, instead of jace alone. or so he swears. or he’s bored to death down at one of the beaches on driftmark, and decides to disturb your peace and throw a piece of slimy, sandy seaweed at you.

× “no—let’s just go inside, you’ve ruined it. you’re an idiot, you know that. a tried and true idiot,” you declare, and shove past him on the path back to high-tide. meanwhile, he’s laughing so hard at your reaction—the wheezing sort of laugh—he can’t breathe, much less issue any apologies.

× he’s a true rage-baiter in every sense of the word. and is quite successful, i must say. it’s immature. it’s irritating. that you know. but, you also know it’s jace’s weird way of showing love.

× “granddaughter, what’s wrong,” i imagine rhaenys asks as you re-enter high-tide with that demon on your heels.

× “jacaerys thought it properly funny to throw seaweed in my hair,” you state.

× “i did no such thing, grandmother,” he’d LIE. rhaenys is aware he’s a liar though, “jace, must you terrorize your sister so—i thought you grew out of that,” there’s a small smile on rhaenys’ face as she speaks though.

× “it’s not funny!” you snap, and stomp up the stairs.

× “my dear sister’s a bit of a brat, isn’t she,” jace smirks, as if he’s not as spoiled, and equally as much of a brat at times.

× despite the silliness, you and your twin are adept in politics and diplomatic matters of the realm. an integral part of the council, even if a few of the council members regard you as no more than the queen’s pampered eldests.

× when that sentiment gets too brazen, jacaerys is quick to go, “watch your tongue when you speak of the princess, my sister, ser.” defends you instead of himself. it works the other way too, “ser, i might point out that the prince speaks with reason. i implore you to respect prince jacaerys’ word, please.”

× in those instances, daemon glances over to rhaenyra with a roll of the eyes, “those two’ve got littermate syndrome,” he’ll scoff. in truth, he’s proud that you two are so protective of each other.

× on dragonstone (and years ago at the red-keep) your chambers are either side by side in the same hallway, or across from each other’s in the same hallway. you definitely regret that choice.

× any and all hours of the day, your door opens on account of absolute nonsense, “please tell luke i am a better dragonrider than he is.”

× then, luke barges in right behind jace, “no, he isn’t! truly! i don’t claim to be better because it’s me, i truly am the better rider.”

× i’m better than both of you. out! now!”

× lucerys at least tries to respect the ‘stay out of our sister’s chambers’ request. your twin, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. comes in whenever. let’s say ser erryk is one of your protectors and is on princess ‘chamber guardian’ duty. out of thin air appears jace, “good-morrow ser erryk, is my sister in.”

× ser erryk says, “yes, my prince. though the princess is still abed.”

× that second part went in one ear and through the other, “open the doors ser erryk, if you will,” and BEAMS while he says it. knows he’s evil.

× sometimes one of you falls asleep in the other’s chamber. imagine it’s early, around 8AM. rhaenyra enters jace’s chamber only to find you sprawled out on the floor at the foot of the bed, “jace you’ve let your sister sleep on the floor, seriously,” rhaenyra chuckles and shakes the pair of you awake.

× i forgot y/n was there,” he groans, crawling to the end of the bed to peer down at the floor, “hi y/n,” he waves.

× you’re in for a week of a sore spine and limbs, “mother my back hurts,” you wince. ser erryk enters to assist you off of the floor. “i suppose so!” rhaenyra scoffs in amusement.

× rhaenyra often tells daemon, “my eldest are a mystery i’ve yet to understand.”

× on another note, i know luke loves to bother his older siblings. he’ll waltz up to you and jacaerys in the courtyard of the castle and claim there’s a message for you. once you and jace are prepared to receive it, luke’ll pause, glance to you, then to jace, and proceed to fart.

× ah, luke that’s awful,” jace says, although there’s a huge idiotic grin on his face.

× “you’re not right in the head, lucerys,” you add on.

× “that is putrid, seriously,” jace laughs.

× “go away, both of you. actually, i think i’ll go,” you state and walk off.

× what are they, five ? we’re all the middle of a war, for fuck’s sake.

× you and jace race on dragonback. all. the. time. you’re excellent dragonriders; quick, agile, work well under pressure. i imagine your dragon, vermax, and arrax are all the offspring of caraxes and syrax. i think an interesting headcanon is that your dragon takes after caraxes’ appearance. long and slender frame, spiked tail, hind-legs with wings and the trademark longer neck. or rather, right now the dragon is too young to say for sure that its neck will grow as long as caraxes’. 6/10 you’re the winner of the races. rhaenys and corlys will watch sometimes, so will daemon and rhaenyra on the off chance that there’s time.

× god, imagine rhaenyra tells you and your brother a bit about her crush on ser criston. you and your twin are in hysterics.

× “ser criston !? mother, ew,” jace cackles.

× “the queen’s brother, ser gwayne was right there, mother,” you grown.

× “ser gwayne ?!” rhaenyra laughs.

× “i KNEW you fancied him!” jace shrieks.

× you and jace burst into rhaenyra’s chamber on occasion, and invite yourselves to lounge on her bed or taste some of the expensive wines displayed on one of the shelves. rhaenya does not endorse that last part.

× “sister, would you’ve run off with cole,” jace asks, long after the subject of conversation changes.

× “no, i don’t think so. instead, i would’ve pleaded with grandfather to marry me to gwayne hightower. ugh, mother if only i were you at that time,” you shake your head.

× “if life played out that way, i wouldn’t have you, or jacaerys, or your younger siblings,” rhaenyra says.

× “you would, we would simply have red hair rather than brown, that’s all,” you answer.

× “i don’t think red hair would suit you y/n,” jace cackles again, as if the mere thought is hilarious.

× you and jace go to winterfell together. and lord is it a time. you forget all about gwayne hightower and develop a serious crush on lord cregan stark. you conduct yourself well though, you focus on the point of the visit—diplomacy, allies for team-black. however, during the short stay at winterfell, you and jace debrief every night on the recent developments in your cregan crush.

× “jace, stop—listen. lord stark brought a heavier coat and put it on my shoulders himself.”

× “he did the same for me, y/n!”

× “jacaerys just let me have this, i beg.”

× for now, let’s skip over the part when jace receives news of luke’s death to winterfell. imagine once you’re back on dragonstone, he can’t wait to tell rhaenyra about your crush on cregan stark.

× you have to YELL over him to get your point across, “mother—jace shut up please. you weren’t there, you didn’t hear how he said it. he went ‘my greybeards will fight haaard, like northerners—like nooortherners’,” you try to imitate the northern accent, and lay it on thick especially on the ‘northerners’ part.

× jace is quick to intercede, “y/n’s never ever stared so hard at any lord that hard ever in our life, i swear it.”

× rhaenyra shakes her head in pure amusement, “is that so.”

× “oh it definitely is. lord stark says, ‘i can see to switching you to a chamber without windows to keep out the cold, if it please you, princess’ and y/n went, ‘oh thank you lord handsome of the north’,” jace lies claims.

× “i never said that!” you exclaim.

× if rhaenyra says, “actually, i think you might live well in the north, my darling.”

× jace interrupts, “well i don’t do well in the cold, so there’s no way y/n will marry a stark.”

× “i never said a single thing about marriage,” you point out.

× jace ignores this, “we all know of your ‘appreciation’ for baratheons, what with their raven hair and those gaudy antler helmets. we’ll get you a baratheon instead, i’ll see to it myself.”

× “again, i never said a single thing about marriage.”

× alright, time for the angst. rewind to winterfell. when you and jace receive the news, of course you’re out of your minds with grief. it brings back memories of the death of laenor, or laena, or ser harwin strong, or your grandfather viserys, or your sister visenya. but it’s worse this time. a lot worse.

× i imagine that at first, you asked to accompany lucerys to storm’s end rather than go with jacaerys to winterfell.

× luke wanted to go to storm’s end alone, show rhaenyra, daemon, and everyone else that he was capable and of use to the cause.

× “luke, c’mon i won’t take over, it’ll be all you,” you’d urged.

× “no y/n, i want to go alone. now, shut up before mother makes me take you,” luke sighed, but smiles soon after, “besides, you only want to see the baratheon sons up close.”

× so, with that, you went with jace instead. the rest is history.

× “i knew i should’ve went with luke. gods, i’m so—i should’ve gone with luke, jace.”

× in the end, there’s no use in shifting around what would’ve or should’ve or could’ve happened. it’s over, it’s done. and luke’s gone. your first baby brother, the one that copied all of your mannerisms, and pestered the maesters whenever you were sick, and sat with you outside in the courtyard after any argument, big or small, between rhaenyra and you.

× it’s an unspoken agreement that the honor to name one of your sons ‘lucerys’ is yours, and jace is 100% supportive of it—doesn’t mind at all.

× after the funeral, i imagine you’ll fall sick for a couple weeks, it’s pure exhaustion and grief. it’s unforgiving and inopportune.

× jacaerys sits next to you in your chamber as the maester tends to you and administers medicines. you cry the entire time, each time. not from the pain of your throat or chest or gut, but from the wretchedness of grief that seems to peel back your skin and crawl underneath.

× anyway! let’s return to the scheduled program.

× lastly, let’s revisit the ragebaiter jace agenda. he hides behind the door of your chamber and shrieks to scare you. all the time. you think you’ve learned when to expect it and prepare, but you’re never prepared.

× “my prince, if i may. is it necessary to startle the princess,” ser erryk asks, to which jace smirks, “oh it’s very necessary, ser erryk.”

× jace will peek at your journal when you’re not around, and find the occasional, “my brother jacaerys is the most insufferable pest i’ve ever met, i think that is why the gods made me the prettier twin.”

× trust, he 100% confronts you about that one, “that’s so so wrong,” he’d insist.

× imagine he enters the chamber. you’re in there with a handful of servants. cue jace, “preparing to lie in bed and think of lord stark, hm.”

× “get out,” you demand, hairbrush thrown in jace’s general direction.

Ghosts (HOTD imagine) (Part 2)

Summary: As Daemon stays in Harrenhal without reporting to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, their daughter decides to go talk to him personally… However, the ghosts will show her the truth, whether she wants to or not.

Pairing: Platonic Rhaenyra Targaryen x female Velaryon!reader, Platonic Daemon Targaryen x female Velaryon!reader, Platonic Jacaerys Velaryon x female Velaryon!reader

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: SPOILER FOR HOTD SHOW/FIRE AND BLOOD BOOK AT THE END, no use of y/n, written in second POV, paranormal elements, Alys being weird, Daemon, cursing, typical Westeros bs, Harrenhal is probably so out of character, but who knows atp, probably ooc Rhaenyra as well

A/N: I meant to write this with my OC but I know that doesnt really do well on here so I do not use any AI to write my fics, gtfo with that bs

PART 1

Rhaenyra Targaryen arrived at Harrenhal before the sun had risen completely. The rain had stopped, yet it was gloomy and foggy.

She was furious.

You had left without permission, slipping away from safety in the middle of the war. Disobeying a direct order to stand down. Part of her was proud of your bravery, even though she would never admit it out loud in this situation. The other part wanted to lock you in the pits of Dragonstone to keep you safe.

Daemon was waiting for her as she entered the castle. This was the first time they had seen each other since he abandoned Dragonstone a month ago.

“You should have sent word that our daughter was here,” Rhaenyra hissed as they walked through the corridors.

“She arrived yesterday, and I was already occupied,” Daemon replied with a shrug. “Besides, you already knew where she was.” Rhaenya was about to snap at him when he pushed open the doors to your sleep chambers.

“Sweetheart?” She frowned as she glanced around, taking in the sight before her. The room was empty. The bed had barely been touched; it was not usually rustled and messy, as you always left it. The fire in the hearth had gone out. It felt cold, too cold for her liking. “Where is she?”

#hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #platonic rhaenyra targaryen x reader #platonic daemon targaryen x reader #platonic jacaerys velaryon x reader

creganed

frostbitten kisses | cregan stark

you disappear into the sudden onslaught of a winter storm. cregan refuses to lose you.

word count: 5.7k

notes/warnings: karstark!reader, fem!reader (no physical description but reader is referred to as lady stark/wife), hurt/comfort, violence, descriptions of hypothermia, death of a man and an animal but i did my best to not be too descriptive, force feeding (drinking?) depicted as necessary, implied sexual content, cregan has a direwolf bc I SAY SO idgaf if it’s not canon, my depiction of hypothermia is based on reliable sources such as the mayo clinic and reddit asks, mentions of pregnancy

a/n: heavily inspired by this lovely lovely piece by @dreamfyr-e !!!

❅ ❅ ❅

Every Northerner knew: to get caught in a snowstorm was the same as walking into your own grave.

The party had set out from Karhold over a week ago. The visit to your childhood home to see your sister and her new child had lasted three weeks, and while you were excited to meet your nephew and see your family, the ancient castle no longer felt like your home.

A few ravens came to and from Winterfell throughout your time at Karhold. You were never truly that far from your husband if his letters came within four days of him sending it, but that changed little. By the end of your visit, even your sister could see–you were eager to return to what you now called home, to the arms of your Cregan.

“I still don’t believe you when you tell me what he’s like with you,” She mumbled when she was helping you pack the remaining of your belongings, “Times I’ve met him, he’s hardly spoken other than giving his men orders. Always looks like he’s swallowed a lemon.”

“He’s a man of few words, yes,” You conceded, “But he’s always been so gentle with me, Asha. Never raised his voice or his hand.”

She scoffed. “I doubt you would let any man raise a hand against you, even if he is Warden of the North. Remember what the boys used to call you when we were little?”

“That’s true,” You responded, somewhat smugly, “But Cregan’s never given me reason to bring out the ‘Cunt of Karhold.’”

Your route there had been kind to you. This winter had already stretched long and proven brutal, but the months leading up to your visit had been tame. You left Winterfell with the utmost confidence in your safety.

The party rode to the northeast, stopping for one night at Dreadfort, the halfway point between your new home and ancestral one, the weather had calmed and the conditions of the roads had been so favorable that your party arrived at Karhold one day early.

The same could not be said for the return.

The temperature dropped two weeks before you left. A harsh storm came and went during that time, lasting three days and causing you to consider postponing your departure by another week, even if you didn’t want to.

Your safety is paramount, Cregan had written after receiving your letter posing the question, I would not fault you for your caution. I would rather you return to me later than not at all, my love.

But the storm had already gone by then. The Karstark scouts said that roads had been cleared rather quickly. The snowstorm was a fluke, they explained, the weather should return to how it had been of late.

And you listened. The bannermen accompanying you listened. And now you were all about to die.

#cregan stark x reader #cregan x you #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic

moonofessos

Helloooo glad you’re back ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I wanna request for platonic rhaenyra x daughter reader, it doesn’t really follow canon

Aegon has Ser Arryk kidnap reader as revenge, planning to let Aemond keep her as a wife since thats what he has always wanted. Rhaenyra finds out about it all the following morning, causing her to become mentally unstable and violent.

When Aemond leaves Kings Landing, Aegon flies to Dragonstone to taunt Rhaenyra, threatening to throw reader on the ocean if she doesn’t surrender. He’s ambushed and returns to the Keep but ends up tossing reader. She can swim but its still a long distance. Daemon and Jace reach her in time while Rhaenyra runs down all those stairs lmao

Enraged, she sends all of Team Black’s dragons to burn down the Red Keep. Rhaenyra goes to her daughter’s chambers and holds her close, because she’s still terrified and vows to keep her safe, but doesnt tell her whats about to happen.

What Is Mine

Platonic Rhaenyra Targaryen x femdaugther!reader

warning(s): possessive behavior, obsessive love, violence, trauma aftermath, parental mental health crisis, controlling behavior, dark themes, kinda dark yandere rhaenyra?

wc: 4.9k

The morning sun had barely crested the horizon when Rhaenyra knew something was wrong. She felt it in her bones, in the hollow space where her daughter's presence should have been. The castle felt too quiet, too still, and when she swept into her daughter's chambers with her heart already racing, she found the bed empty, the sheets cold.

Mine. Where is mine?

The thought came unbidden, primal. Her daughter was supposed to be here, in this room, where Rhaenyra could find her at any moment. Where she belonged.

"Where is she?" Rhaenyra's voice cut through the dawn like a blade. The servants stumbled over their words, their faces pale with fear. No one had seen the princess since the night before. No one had heard anything unusual.

It was Daemon who brought her the truth, his face carved from stone, his eyes burning with barely contained fury. He found her in the council chamber, her hands pressed flat against the painted table as if she might fall without its support.

"Ser Arryk," Daemon said, and the name alone made Rhaenyra's blood run cold. "He took her in the night. On Aegon's orders."

The world tilted. Rhaenyra gripped the edge of the table until her knuckles went white. "Took her where?"

"To King's Landing." Daemon's jaw clenched. "There are whispers, Rhaenyra. Aemond has always wanted her. Since she was a girl. Aegon means to give her to him as a wife, as revenge for Luke, for everything we've done."

No. No. She is mine. Mine. Not his. Never his.

The sound that tore from Rhaenyra's throat was not entirely human. It was the cry of a dragon, of a mother whose child had been stolen in the dark. She swept her arm across the table, sending cups and scrolls flying. Wine splashed across the painted map like blood.

"I will kill him." Her voice shook with a violence that made even Daemon step back. "I will kill them all. Every last one of them."

"Rhaenyra-"

"Do not tell me to be calm!" She whirled on him, her eyes wild, her carefully braided hair coming loose around her face. "They have taken my daughter. My child. Mine. To give her to that one-eyed monster like she is a prize to be claimed, a possession to be owned."

But she is mine to possess. Mine alone. She came from my body. She is part of me.

She could see it too clearly in her mind: her daughter's face, frightened and alone, trapped in the Red Keep with men who saw her only as a tool for their ambitions. Aemond had watched her grow, had made his intentions known in looks and words that Rhaenyra had dismissed as the foolishness of a boy. But he was a man now, a man with a dragon and a crown prince's authority, and Aegon had delivered her daughter into his hands like a gift.

The image of Aemond touching her child, of his hands on skin that belonged to Rhaenyra, of him claiming what was hers, made something break inside her mind. Her daughter's body was hers. Every inch of her, from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. Rhaenyra had brought her into this world, had nursed her at her breast, had held her through every fever and nightmare. No one else had that right. No one.

The rage that filled her was molten, consuming. She overturned chairs, tore tapestries from the walls. Her council tried to speak reason, tried to plan, but their words were meaningless noise against the roaring in her ears. Maester Gerardys approached with a calming draught and she struck it from his hands, the glass shattering against stone.

"Your Grace, we must think strategically-"

"Strategy?" Rhaenyra laughed, and it was a terrible sound. "They have stolen my daughter from her bed. There is no strategy. There is only fire and blood."

She paced like a caged beast, her mind fracturing under the weight of her fear. Every moment that passed was another moment her daughter spent in their clutches. Every breath was another breath in which unspeakable things might be happening. The thought of Aemond's hands on her child, of him claiming her as his wife, of him touching what belonged to Rhaenyra and Rhaenyra alone, of her daughter's cries going unheard in the cold stone halls of the Red Keep, it was enough to drive her mad.

She will never be his. She is mine. My flesh, my blood, my child. I will burn the world before I let him have her.

"Ready the dragons," she commanded, her voice raw. "All of them. We fly for King's Landing now."

"We cannot simply-"

"Now!"

The word echoed through the chamber like thunder. Her council scattered, some to obey, others to whisper among themselves about their queen's unraveling mind. Let them whisper. Let them doubt. She would burn the world to ash if it meant getting her daughter back. Would tear down the Red Keep stone by stone with her bare hands. Would kill Aemond herself, slowly, for daring to want what was hers.

But before the dragons could be saddled, before Rhaenyra could mount Syrax with vengeance singing in her veins, a cry went up from the watchtowers. A dragon approached. Not one of theirs.

Rhaenyra ran to the shore, her heart hammering against her ribs. The wind whipped her hair across her face as she stared up at the sky, and there, descending through the clouds like a golden nightmare, was Sunfyre.

And on his back, Aegon held her daughter.

Mine. He has his hands on mine.

The world stopped. Rhaenyra could see her child's face even from this distance, pale and terrified, Aegon's arm locked around her waist as Sunfyre circled above the shore. The dragon's scales gleamed in the morning light, beautiful and terrible, and Rhaenyra felt her heart shatter and reform into something sharp and deadly.

"Rhaenyra!" Aegon's voice carried on the wind, slurred slightly with wine even at this early hour. "Sister! I have come to make you an offer!"

She could see where Aegon touched her daughter. Could see his arm around her waist, his hand on her body. Wrong. All wrong. No one should be touching her but Rhaenyra. No one should be holding her but her mother.

She could not speak. Could not breathe. Her daughter was there, so close and yet impossibly far, held in the arms of a man who had already proven himself capable of any cruelty. In arms that were not Rhaenyra's. Being touched by hands that had no right.

Daemon appeared at her side, his hand on his sword, but what good was a sword against a dragon in flight? Jace stood on her other side, his young face twisted with fury and helplessness.

"Surrender!" Aegon called down, and now Sunfyre hovered lower, close enough that Rhaenyra could see the tears on her daughter's face. "Bend the knee, acknowledge me as king, and I will return her to you unharmed! Refuse, and I will let her fall into the sea like the bastard she is!"

"You would not dare," Rhaenyra heard herself say, though her voice sounded distant, strange. "She is your blood."

"She is a traitor's whelp!" Aegon's laugh was wild, unhinged. "Aemond wanted her, you know. Begged me to let him keep her. But I think this is better, don't you? A lesson in the price of defiance!"

Aemond wanted her. Wanted to keep her. Wanted to make her his.

The words echoed in Rhaenyra's mind like a death knell. She could picture it: Aemond's hands on her daughter's skin, his mouth on hers, his body claiming what belonged to Rhaenyra. The image made her want to claw her own eyes out, made her want to scream until her throat bled.

She is mine. Not his. Never his. I will kill him before I let him touch her. Will cut off his hands if they so much as brush against her skin.

Rhaenyra's mind raced. She could surrender. Could bend the knee, could give Aegon everything he wanted if it meant her daughter would be safe. The crown meant nothing compared to her child's life. Nothing.

But even as the words formed on her lips, she saw the trap. Aegon was drunk, unstable, capable of anything. Even if she surrendered, there was no guarantee he would keep his word. He might kill her daughter anyway, might give her to Aemond regardless, might use her as a hostage for the rest of Rhaenyra's life.

And if he gave her to Aemond, if that monster claimed her daughter as his wife, touched her, possessed her.

No. Better dead than his. Better drowned in the sea than in Aemond's bed.

The thought was monstrous, but Rhaenyra could not deny its truth. If she could not have her daughter, if she could not keep her safe and close and hers, then no one would have her. Especially not Aemond.

And in that moment of hesitation, everything went wrong.

Daemon had been signaling to their forces, hidden among the rocks and cliffs of Dragonstone's shore. Archers emerged, arrows nocked. Jace whistled sharply, and Vermax appeared from behind the castle, roaring a challenge.

Aegon's eyes went wide. "You dare—"

"Release her!" Rhaenyra screamed, but her voice was lost in the chaos.

Sunfyre wheeled in the air, panicked by the sudden threat. Arrows flew, most falling short but some striking the dragon's golden scales. Aegon hauled on the reins, trying to gain altitude, trying to flee, and in his panic and rage and wine-addled confusion, he made his choice.

He threw her.

Rhaenyra watched her daughter fall. Watched her tumble through the air, arms flailing, mouth open in a scream that Rhaenyra felt in her very soul. The world moved in horrible slow motion, each second an eternity of agony.

Mine. My child. My flesh. Falling. Dying.

The splash as her daughter hit the water was like a physical blow. Rhaenyra's legs gave out and she fell to her knees on the rocky shore, a wail tearing from her throat that sent seabirds scattering into the sky.

"No, no, no—"

But Daemon was already moving, Jace beside him, both of them racing down to the water's edge with ropes in hand. Rhaenyra tried to follow but her legs would not obey, her body frozen in horror as she watched the waves where her daughter had disappeared.

Then, a head broke the surface.

Her daughter was alive. Swimming. Fighting against the current with desperate strokes, her heavy dress dragging her down but her will keeping her afloat. She had always been a strong swimmer, had spent summers in the waters around Dragonstone, but this was different. This was the open sea, cold and merciless, and the shore was so far away.

Swim. Swim to me. Come back to me. You are mine. You belong with me.

"Swim!" Jace was shouting, wading into the water up to his waist. "Swim to us!"

Daemon had tied a rope around his waist and was diving in, his powerful strokes carrying him toward the struggling girl. Rhaenyra watched, her heart in her throat, as her daughter's head went under once, twice, each time taking longer to resurface.

The cold was the worst part. She could feel it seeping into her bones, turning her limbs to lead. Her dress was impossibly heavy, the fabric tangling around her legs as she kicked. Salt water burned her throat and nose every time a wave crashed over her head.

She could see the shore. Could see Jace standing in the shallows, could see Daemon swimming toward her with strong, sure strokes. But the distance seemed impossible, and her arms were so tired, and the water was so cold.

"I will not die here," she told herself through chattering teeth. "I will not give them the satisfaction."

She thought of her mother, of the fierce love in Rhaenyra's eyes, of the way she had held her close every night before bed and promised that nothing would ever harm her. That promise had been broken, shattered by men who saw her as nothing more than a pawn in their games.

But she would not let them win. Would not let Aegon's cruelty be the end of her story.

She swam. Kicked. Fought against the waves and the cold and the exhaustion that threatened to pull her under. And when Daemon's hand closed around her arm, when he hauled her against his chest and began towing her back to shore, she let herself sob with relief.

Jace grabbed her other arm as soon as they were close enough, and together they dragged her onto the rocky beach. She collapsed onto her hands and knees, coughing up seawater, her whole body shaking violently.

"You're safe," Jace was saying, his hands rubbing her back. "You're safe now."

But she did not feel safe. She felt broken, violated, terrified. Aegon had thrown her away like garbage. Had been willing to let her drown rather than face the consequences of his actions. And Aemond—the thought of what Aemond had wanted to do to her made her stomach heave.

Rhaenyra had been halfway down the castle stairs when word reached her that her daughter was alive, that Daemon and Jace had pulled her from the water. The relief that flooded through her was so intense it nearly brought her to her knees again, but she did not stop running.

The stairs of Dragonstone were ancient and steep, carved from volcanic rock and worn smooth by centuries of feet. Rhaenyra flew down them like a woman possessed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her hair streaming behind her. She did not care that she was barefoot, that her dress was torn from where she had fallen on the shore, that tears streamed down her face.

Alive. Mine is alive. Still mine. Still here.

Her daughter was alive. Nothing else mattered. She needed to see her, to touch her, to hold her and never let go. Needed to feel her daughter's heartbeat against her own, needed to know that she was real and whole and still hers.

She burst onto the beach to find her child wrapped in Daemon's cloak, Jace kneeling beside her, both of them speaking in low, soothing tones. But when her daughter saw her, when their eyes met, the girl's face crumpled and she reached out with shaking hands.

"Mother-"

Rhaenyra fell to her knees and pulled her daughter into her arms, holding her so tightly she feared she might break her. But she could not loosen her grip, could not bear even an inch of space between them. Her child was freezing, soaked through, trembling like a leaf in a storm. But she was alive. She was here. She was Rhaenyra's.

Mine. Safe. Here. In my arms where she belongs.

"I have you," Rhaenyra whispered into her daughter's wet hair, her hands roaming over her child's back, her shoulders, her arms, checking for injuries, for broken bones, for any sign that she had been harmed. "I have you, my darling. You're safe now. You're mine. No one will ever take you from me again."

But even as she said the words, even as she rocked her daughter and felt her tears soak into her shoulder, the rage was building again. Aegon had done this. Had stolen her child, had threatened her, had thrown her into the sea to drown. And he had escaped, had fled back to King's Landing on his golden dragon, thinking himself safe behind his walls and his crown.

He was wrong.

Rhaenyra pulled back just enough to look into her daughter's face, her hands cupping her cheeks, her thumbs stroking over her daughter's skin. Still here. Still whole. Still mine. She searched her daughter's eyes, looking for any sign of violation, any hint that Aemond or Aegon had touched her in ways that would require Rhaenyra to burn the world twice over.

"Did they hurt you?" The question came out harsh, desperate. "Did anyone touch you? Did Aemond—"

"No, Mama. No." Her daughter's voice was hoarse, broken. "Ser Arryk took me straight to the Keep, but Aemond was not there. Aegon kept me in a tower room until, until he brought me here."

Relief and rage warred in Rhaenyra's chest. Good. Aemond had not touched her. Had not laid his hands on what was Rhaenyra's. But he had wanted to. Had begged Aegon to let him keep her.

"Can you stand? Can you walk?"

Her daughter nodded, though her legs shook as Daemon helped her to her feet. Rhaenyra immediately wrapped her arm around her daughter's waist, pulling her close against her side, supporting her weight as they began the long climb back up to the castle. She could not bear to let go, could not stand the thought of even Daemon or Jace touching her child for longer than necessary.

Mine to hold. Mine to carry. Mine to protect.

But halfway up the stairs, Rhaenyra stopped. She turned to look back at the shore, at the water where her daughter had nearly died, and then up at the sky where Sunfyre had disappeared into the distance.

"Daemon," she said, and her voice was cold, empty of everything but purpose. "Gather the dragonriders. All of them."

He understood immediately. She could see it in his eyes, the fierce approval, the matching rage. "Rhaenyra-”

"Every dragon we have," she continued, her voice growing stronger, her arm tightening around her daughter's waist. "Syrax, Caraxes, Vermax, Moondancer, all of them. They fly for King's Landing within the hour."

"Mother," Jace said carefully. "What are you commanding?"

Rhaenyra looked at him, at her brave son who had helped save his sister, and she saw the moment he understood. Saw the shock and then the grim acceptance.

"The Red Keep will burn," she said simply. "Aegon wanted fire and blood. He shall have it."

"The smallfolk—"

"Will flee or die. I care not." The words should have horrified her, should have made her recoil from herself, but she felt nothing but cold certainty. "He threw my daughter into the sea. He would have given her to Aemond like a prize. There will be no mercy, no quarter. The Red Keep burns, and everyone inside it burns with it."

Her daughter made a small sound of distress, and Rhaenyra immediately pulled her closer, her hand coming up to cradle the back of her daughter's head, pressing her face against Rhaenyra's shoulder. "Hush, my darling. Do not think of it. Come. Let us get you warm and dry."

She did not speak of dragons or vengeance as they climbed the rest of the stairs. Did not mention the orders she had given or the destruction that would soon rain down on King's Landing. She simply held her daughter close, her arm like an iron band around her waist, and guided her through the castle halls to her chambers.

No one else would touch her. No servants, no handmaidens. Only Rhaenyra.

The room was exactly as her daughter had left it the night before, before Ser Arryk had stolen her away. The bed was still rumpled, a book lay open on the table, a half-finished embroidery sat in its frame by the window. Evidence of a life interrupted, of innocence stolen.

Rhaenyra's hands shook as she helped her daughter out of her wet clothes, her fingers working at laces and buttons with desperate urgency. She needed to see. Needed to check every inch of her daughter's skin for bruises, for marks, for any sign that someone had dared to touch what was hers.

"Mother, I can-"

"No." The word came out sharper than she intended. "Let me. I need to see. Need to know you are unharmed."

She peeled away the sodden dress, the heavy fabric falling to the floor with a wet slap. Her daughter stood shivering in her shift, and Rhaenyra removed that too, leaving her child bare before her.

Her eyes roamed over every inch of exposed skin. Looking for bruises on her wrists where Ser Arryk might have grabbed her. For marks on her throat where Aegon might have held her. For any sign that Aemond had gotten his hands on her before Aegon had taken her away.

Nothing. Her daughter's skin was unmarked save for a few scrapes from the rocks on the beach. Clean. Untouched. Still hers and hers alone.

"You are whole," Rhaenyra breathed, her hands running over her daughter's shoulders, down her arms, checking, always checking. "No one touched you. No one claimed you."

"Mother, please. I'm cold."

Rhaenyra wrapped her in warm, dry linens and soft furs, her movements almost frantic. A servant brought hot water and Rhaenyra waved her away sharply. "Leave us. I will tend to her myself."

She bathed her child herself, washing the salt from her skin and hair with gentle but possessive hands, as if she were small again. As if she were still the babe who had depended on Rhaenyra for everything. Her fingers lingered on her daughter's skin, memorizing every curve and plane, reassuring herself that her child was real and whole and here.

Mine. My flesh. My blood. No one else's.

Her daughter did not speak. She stared at nothing, her eyes distant and haunted, and Rhaenyra's heart broke anew with every passing moment. But beneath the heartbreak was something darker, something that whispered that this was good, that her daughter's trauma would keep her close, would make her dependent on Rhaenyra in ways she had not been before.

"I should have protected you better," Rhaenyra whispered as she combed through her daughter's damp hair, her fingers gentle but unyielding. "I should have posted more guards, should have suspected-"

"It is not your fault." Her daughter's voice was hoarse from screaming and seawater. "You could not have known."

But Rhaenyra should have known. Should have anticipated that Aegon would strike at her through her children, that he would use the people she loved as weapons against her. She had been so focused on the war, on strategy and alliances, that she had left her daughter vulnerable.

Never again. Never again would she let her daughter out of her sight. Never again would she trust anyone else to keep her safe. Her daughter would stay here, in Dragonstone, in these chambers, where Rhaenyra could watch over her every moment of every day.

She dressed her daughter in a warm nightgown, her hands lingering on her child's skin longer than necessary, and settled her into bed, piling furs and blankets around her until only her face was visible. Then Rhaenyra climbed in beside her, pulling her daughter into her arms and holding her so close there was no space between them.

Mine. Safe. Here. Where she belongs. Where she will stay.

"He said-" Her daughter's voice broke. "Aegon said that Aemond wanted me. That he had always wanted me. That he was going to make me his wife."

Rhaenyra's arms tightened until her daughter gasped. "That will never happen. I swear it to you on everything I hold sacred. Aemond will never touch you. No one will ever touch you. You are mine. Mine alone. Do you understand?"

Her daughter nodded against her chest, and Rhaenyra pressed her face into her child's damp hair, breathing in her scent. Still here. Still hers. Still untouched by Aemond's filthy hands.

"I was so frightened." The words came out as a sob. "When Ser Arryk came into my room, when he put his hand over my mouth and carried me away, I thought-I thought I would never see you again."

"Hush, my darling. Hush." Rhaenyra pressed kisses to her daughter's forehead, her cheeks, her hair, her hands roaming over her child's back in constant reassurance. Still here. Still whole. Still mine. "You are here now. You are safe. You are mine. I will not let anyone harm you. Will not let anyone take you. You will stay here, with me, always. I will never let you out of my sight again."

Outside the window, Rhaenyra could hear the roars of dragons, could hear the shouted commands as her forces prepared for flight. Soon, Syrax and Caraxes and all the rest would take to the sky, would fly for King's Landing with fire in their bellies and vengeance in their hearts.

The Red Keep would burn. Aegon would learn what it meant to threaten a mother's child. And if innocents died in the flames, if the smallfolk suffered for their king's crimes, then so be it. Rhaenyra had tried to be merciful, had tried to wage this war with honor and restraint.

But they had taken her daughter. Had stolen her from her bed, had planned to give her to Aemond like a possession, had thrown her into the sea to drown. Had dared to touch what belonged to Rhaenyra and Rhaenyra alone.

There would be no mercy now. No restraint. Only fire and blood and the screams of those who had dared to harm her child. And when it was done, when the Red Keep was ash and Aegon was dead and Aemond was burned beyond recognition, Rhaenyra would bring her daughter back here and keep her safe. Would lock her in these chambers if she had to, would post guards at every door and window, would never let her leave Dragonstone again.

Better a prisoner in her mother's arms than a wife in Aemond's bed. Better isolated and safe than free and vulnerable. Better hers and hers alone than anyone else's.

But here, in this room, with her daughter trembling in her arms, Rhaenyra said none of this. She simply held her close and stroked her hair and murmured soft words of comfort and love, her grip never loosening, her hands never stopping their constant checking and rechecking that her daughter was still there, still whole, still hers.

"Sleep now," she whispered, her lips against her daughter's temple. "I will stay with you. I will not leave your side. Will never leave your side again."

"Promise?" Her daughter's voice was small, childlike.

"I promise." Rhaenyra kissed her forehead again, her arms tightening until her daughter was pressed so close against her that Rhaenyra could feel every breath, every heartbeat. "Nothing will ever take me from you. Not war, not dragons, not all the armies of the realm. You are my heart, my darling girl. My flesh. My blood. Mine. And I will keep you safe. Will keep you here, with me, always. No one will ever touch you again. No one will ever take you from me. You are mine, and you will always be mine."

Her daughter's breathing gradually slowed, her body relaxing into sleep despite the trauma of the day. But Rhaenyra did not sleep. She lay awake, holding her child, her hands never ceasing their movement over her daughter's back, her arms, her hair. Checking. Always checking. Making sure she was still there, still real, still hers.

She thought of Aegon's face as he had thrown her daughter from Sunfyre's back. Thought of the casual cruelty in that gesture, the willingness to murder an innocent girl to spite her mother. Thought of Aemond, who had looked at her daughter with hunger in his eye since she was barely more than a child, who had wanted to claim her, to possess her, to make her his.

But she would never be his. Would never be anyone's but Rhaenyra's. Rhaenyra had brought her into this world, had nursed her and raised her and loved her with a fierceness that bordered on madness. And now that madness had been given form, given purpose.

They would pay. All of them would pay.

The Red Keep was burning now, she knew. Could picture it in her mind: the ancient stone walls cracking under dragonfire, the towers collapsing, the screams of those trapped inside. Aegon would be cowering in some deep vault, perhaps, or fleeing on Sunfyre's back once more.

It did not matter. He could run to the ends of the earth and she would find him. Would make him answer for what he had done. Would make him pay for daring to touch her daughter, for daring to think he could give her to Aemond like a prize.

But that was for tomorrow. For the days and weeks to come, for the continuation of this bloody war that had already cost so much.

Tonight, she simply held her daughter close and breathed in the scent of her hair and thanked every god she could name that her child was alive. Was here. Was hers.

And she would make sure her daughter stayed that way. Would keep her here, in these chambers, in this castle, where no one could touch her. Where no one could take her. Where she would be safe and protected and Rhaenyra's alone.

Forever.

"I love you," she whispered into the darkness, her grip tightening until her daughter stirred in her sleep. "More than crowns, more than kingdoms, more than life itself. You are mine. My child. My flesh. My blood. And I will never let anyone hurt you again. Will never let anyone touch you. Will never let you go."

Her daughter stirred slightly in her sleep, pressing closer to her mother's warmth, and Rhaenyra held her tighter still, her arms like iron bands, her body curved around her child's as if she could absorb her back into herself, could make them one being again as they had been before birth.

Mine. Always mine. Forever mine.

And Rhaenyra closed her eyes and held her tighter, even as the distant roar of dragons echoed across the water and the night sky over King's Landing glowed red with fire.

#house of the dragon #hotd rhaenyra #queen rhaenyra #possessive rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen x fem reader #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #x reader #platonic reader #mother/daughter

creganed

frostbitten kisses | cregan stark

you disappear into the sudden onslaught of a winter storm. cregan refuses to lose you.

word count: 5.7k

a/n: heavily inspired by this lovely lovely piece by @dreamfyr-e !!!

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Every Northerner knew: to get caught in a snowstorm was the same as walking into your own grave.

“He’s a man of few words, yes,” You conceded, “But he’s always been so gentle with me, Asha. Never raised his voice or his hand.”

She scoffed. “I doubt you would let any man raise a hand against you, even if he is Warden of the North. Remember what the boys used to call you when we were little?”

“That’s true,” You responded, somewhat smugly, “But Cregan’s never given me reason to bring out the ‘Cunt of Karhold.’”

The same could not be said for the return.

Your safety is paramount, Cregan had written after receiving your letter posing the question, I would not fault you for your caution. I would rather you return to me later than not at all, my love.

And you listened. The bannermen accompanying you listened. And now you were all about to die.

#cregan stark x reader #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #cregan x you

lilyloveswriting

BURNING RAGE

pairings: dark!vampire!jacaerys velaryon x pregnant!wife!reader (at first)

summary: Jacaerys returns home from the battle, but he's not the same, and he wants the greens to burn.

warnings: presumed death, angst, angst, angst, fluff, pregnancy, y/n goes into labor early, the greens suck, dark!Jace, fire, dragons, blood drinking, and other warnings.

EDIT: intended to be just one part, but I'm debating on making a second part on both here and ao3. still not sure though, because the ending's pretty solid.

read on ao3!!

War was always inevitable.

Men started wars for the dumbest reasons. Yet why was this one happening? Because of a throne. A throne rightfully belonging to your husband's mother. You wed Jacaerys not too long ago, and now were with child, the sixth moon. You wouldn't give birth yet. "No, don't go, Jace," You insist, grabbing his wrist to stop him."This won't be a battle you'll win. You will be outnumbered. I can't lose you."

"I must. They'll kill them if I don't. I couldn't save Luke." You frown."That wasn't your fault, Jacaerys. You and I are one. I can't..." He pulls you closer, and you needed that. His warmth's comforting."I'll return, my love. I promise. And for our babe." You sigh, before nodding."Go, then. Your mother needs her throne." He lets go, and you hope in that moment you're not making a decision you'd come to regret.

Your hand remained comfortably on your stomach. Would you have twins? Or a girl? Or boy? The possibilities were exciting. You should be happy, but it's a war right now, and getting pregnant wasn't one of the choices you should've made. War is no place for children. Yet the Greens seem to think so. You didn't have a dragon so you couldn't leave on your own. But you had no plans to, not in this state.

Pregnancy did that to you.

"Your grace, I wouldn't stress too much, it's not good for the babe," One of the servants had said to you. "I know, I won't, he'll come home, he never breaks a promise," You say, mostly reassuring yourself. A babe's growing within you, your babe must be protected. So, your worries eased. You and Jacaerys were thinking about names. Aemma, for a girl, to name after Rhaenyra's late mother, something she'd love, you're sure of it, and a boy, well, you both were debating on that. You wanted to instinctively call him Lucerys, after the brother that passed.

Still, you hadn't decided.

You wanted to do this with him and even though it had only been hours, you began feeling lonely. Emotions and hormones seemed to be all over the place. But you stayed put. You weren't going to be reckless. He had locked his own mother in her room. "Jacaerys?" You hear Rhaenyra call out. You stood up, wondering if it was best to tell her. "Jace?" She repeats, then you step into view."He's gone, your grace."

She would've fallen to the floor by those words.

"No," Rhaenyra whispers."My boy." "He'll live," You whisper, trying to convince yourself you were right. He has to, doesn't he? It pains you to see a mother like this, to lose a child. "He's going to be fine," You say again.

She looked at you, tears in her eyes."He shouldn't have gone. It should've been me." You look out the window. Baela's dragon was coming back.

Jace was not behind her.

Your husband was presumed dead.

Both he and Vermax vanished, Baela couldn't have seen where he had gone. Rhaenyra fell to the ground. You screamed, tears poured down your face. You could not help it. Then, you felt it. You screamed out again, this time not out of the pain from losing your husband.

You were giving birth.

Water dripped onto the floor. Rhaenyra froze."Early labor." Baela helped you."Come, Y/N. You're going to have a babe." You're led to your room. Screaming at the top of your lungs. Gods, this hurt. Why now? Why go into labor when Jacaerys is gone? You will at least have a babe to keep his memory and legacy going.

A midwife is summoned and the labor begins. This was your battlefield: childbirth. You weren’t sure if you could handle this. What if you and the baby died? What then? Another loss for Rhaenyra?

You always looked up to her. She was always the rightful Queen to you.

You push, but it’s still painful. They’d be small and there was that you’d lose your child since you had gone into labor early. Perhaps the grief is what caused it to happen.

“I see the head.”

You groan, pushing as hard as you could. You knew this would happen of course, when you first found out you were with child, but this was something you hoped to do with your husband by your side.

“Please! Get it out!” You yell, you don’t mean it of course, but the pain is overwhelming and you just want the baby to be here, to be alive.

Undoubtedly, there’s blood.

Not a lot but there is. And you hear a baby cry, you sigh of relief. “A girl,” the midwife announces, and begins cleaning the babe. Then the pain continues.

What?

You thought that was over. “Twins!” It’s announced, after cleaning the baby, the birth continues. How long has it been since twins were born in this world? You groan, you're given Milk of the poppy, which is soothing the pain. You're beginning to feel groggy, but at least it's continuing. "A head, your grace," The maester said. You just nod tiredly. The birth was a little difficult with your daughter crying in the background.

Gods.

You wanted to live, badly, to be a mother, the one you've always dreamt of being. Then, you hear more cries in mixture of your daughter's. By this point, it had been several hours of labor. You didn't dwell on it.

"A boy."

You smile, and the two babes are in your arms. Two babies, in one pregnancy. You might faint, but you won't. You're still a little groggy. They suck and drink the milk. You didn't think they'd naturally latch on.

Rhaenyra comes in.

"The babes, they're beautiful," She said."Do you have names?" You frown. You wanted to do this with your late husband. "Aemma, for the girl," You said, then considered the boy's name. There had been several Aegons so far. "Lucerys, for the boy," You then say, she smiles.

But the happiness could not last very long.

Lucerys and Aemma were sweet babes, and they fed easily. They cried, like normal babies, but were easy nonetheless. That was a relief. You recovered in bed for the rest of the day while the babies were taken care of. But you also had to grieve on your own. Meanwhile, Aemond had gone to Harrenhal. Aegon was nowhere to be seen. You hoped Aemond wouldn't try anything on dragonstone for your children.

Jason Lannister had fallen in the battle, along with your husband. You could say it was karma.

Three days have passed.

You stare outside of dragonstone, the birth recovery wasn't so bad. "I figured you'd be here," Baela said, walking over beside you."Have you even eaten?" "I have," You say. You did. "Have you? Rhaena, too? your sister... I can't imagine," You sighed. "She's okay, I'm leaving again," Baela frowned."We have to. If they want a violent Queen, they'll get it." "She still thinks Alicent is good, that was the mistake," You whisper.

"I thought for a moment too."

Grief changes a person, and you no longer think peace can happen, not in this war. the greens have proven that. Sometime after this, Baela leaves. Rhaenyra's isolated herself. She's probably planning another attack. You stay in your room, isolation seems to work for you as you care for your babies. Lucerys is in your arms. Aemma is with your trusted Governness. You're trying, but you need support as a widow.

Bastards, you could guess what the greens would say, but they aren't.

You nearly fell asleep when you hear a dragon roar. It'd been 3 days and you thought maybe you're hallucinating a dragon. Baela was gone, you're sure of it. Rhaenyra might've left, but you doubted it.

You hand Lucerys over to the other governess.

"Baela? Back so soon?" You say, confused.

"I've missed you."

You freeze in your spot. It's Jacaerys. But, he's dead. He drowned in the waters. You know this. "Jacaerys, how are you here?" You ask, turning around. There's something different about him. It's everything. He had a sweetness to him, but you only sense death, and darkness. That sweetness is gone.

"The details aren't necessary," He tells you, kissing you deeply, and you embrace it. "Did you give birth?" He asks."So early?" You nod."It must've been because of the mere thought of losing you." Jacaerys kisses you again, more rough this time. You're enjoying it, but this... feels off. He's cold, very cold. "What happened to you? I heard you were dead," You ask, pulling away from the kiss.

"I lived. Now, I think, the Greens will finally get what's coming. They've earned it, don't you think?"

You step back."Jacaerys, what has happened? Please, tell me." "I'm just a little different, but I came back, and I wanted to come back to you almost immediately," He explained."But my thirst was too strong. It's contained now, of course."

"Contained? What does that mean?" You asked.

"I just want to meet the babe," He said."Then I'll explain." You chuckle."We had twins, Jacaerys." "Twins?" He said, shocked, but you could tell it was a good reaction. "You weren't here for the birth, so I named them Aemma and Lucerys," You explain. "I love you," He said."More than anything."

You smile."I love you too."

You bring the children out. You couldn't help but admire as he holds them. A loving father. "You must tell your mother," You say."She's devastated." "I know," Jacaerys sighed."Now, I owe you a story. I'm not necessarily human anymore." He said, while Lucerys in his arms. Aemma, in yours.

"Not human?" You say."I mean, I had an idea, I can smell death on you." "I washed up on the shores, Vermax was unharmed, hiding, but someone had turned me into one of them, a vampire," He explains.

You gasp. "I'm not going to hurt you, or them," Jacaerys said."However, I want to taste you, so badly. I've perfected my thirst. But just one taste of you, my loving wife." You feel compelled to say yes, so you do. Your children are taken from you to their rooms.

"Then, they will burn."

You want revenge just as badly as he does, but you also want to just enjoy the moments you have now that he's returned. The greens are only a small problem right now. You lay down on the very bed you gave birth in. He's on top of you now, and you relax as he kisses your neck before his fangs sink in, beginning to drink from you. The dizziness seems to happen right away. But he pulls back, and there's some blood on his lips. The feeling is complicated. It's like there's a thrill that comes from it, but fear at the same time.

"Just as sweet as I imagined it'd be."

You suddenly feel more exhausted, but you figured, after being fed on, you'd be tired. So, you try and get some rest, maybe you'd feel better in the morning. You close your eyes and you sleep. You dream.

You imagine Jacaerys dying for real in your dream, that he's been shot at, and Vermax has sunk into the sea.

It's a good thing it's just a dream.

Jacaerys wakes you, his arms had been wrapped around your waist. "Don't vampires stay up all night? I didn't think sleep was necessary," you chuckle. "I can pretend," He says, kissing your neck just a little."I have a plan. I want you to come with me, ride with Vermax."

You agree, immediately, knowing what he meant.

"Let's start with the red keep," You say. It's quiet, but he nods. The red keep no longer holds any meaning to him, now that they've corrupted it. It wasn't the innocent, just the castle, with those that have wronged you both.

Once you're in the air, the adrenaline kicks in.

They've woken the dragon, because despite what Alicent thinks, what Otto had thought, Jacaerys was still very much a dragon. Once you've reached the red keep, you hear him speak the words,"Dracarys."

You can tell he's smiling as the flames engulf it.

#jacaerys velaryon #hotd #jacaerys velaryon x reader #dark!jacaerys #hotd x reader #hotd season 3 spoilers

Ghosts (HOTD imagine)

Pairing: Platonic Rhaenyra Targaryen x female Velaryon!reader, Platonic Daemon Targaryen x female Velaryon!reader, Platonic Jacaerys Velaryon x female Velaryon!reader

Warnings: no use of y/n, written in second POV, paranormal elements, Alys being weird, Daemon, cursing, typical Westeros bs, Harrenhal is probably so out of character, but who knows atp, probably ooc Rhaenyra as well

A/N: I meant to write this with my OC but I know that doesnt really do well on here so

I do not use any AI to write my fics, gtfo with that bs

PART 2 The library in Dragonstone was one of the few places in the castle that felt peaceful and safe. Rhaenyra sat at a table covered in letters, maps, and reports. She’d been reading the same message for what felt like hours, not even turning the page. You sat away from her, curled up on a chair with a book on your lap.

“How long has it been since Daemon left?” You suddenly asked.

She stilled for a moment before answering. “Almost a month,” you hummed in acknowledgment.

“I am going to Harrenhal to get Daemon back,” you informed your mother.

Rhaenyra turned to you with an incredulous expression. “No.”

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Reckless (Daemon Targaryen imagine)

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female Targaryen

Requested: No

Warnings: obvious incest come on guys we know this already, violence, spoilers for episode 1 of hotd, kids being stupid, typical westeros violence, i wont kill aemma in this

When Y/N was ten years young, she would get in a lot of trouble for misbehaving. She was never too pleased to follow the rules. The king and the queen never gave her any punishments, knowing she meant no harm and that she was having fun, after all, she was just a kid.

In one particular incident, she accidentally knocked over a small table with books when she was not paying attention. The only person around her during that moment was Otto Hightower and he had enough. He always considered her to be a spoiled brat with no manners, often pressuring the king to send her away.

“Insolent child,” he hissed, grabbing her arm roughly and making her shriek. “I am sick of you.”

“Stop it!”

“If you lay a hand on her again, I will gouge your eyes out.”

Daemon was heading out when he heard the commotion and decided to check what had happened. He immediately pushed Y/N behind his body, facing Otto, who looked as if he had seen a ghost. “My prince, this girl-”

“Is my niece. And you, out of all people, have no right to talk to her nor treat her this way. Learn your place because I am getting sick of you.”

From that day forward, Otto did not keep trying to get rid of the princess and Daemon became her protector. No matter what happened, whether she was at fault or not, he would always be there for her. Viserys knew exactly what he was doing but allowed it to continue, knowing very well that Y/N was quite possibly the only way to ground his brother.

#hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen imagine

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Unthinkable Fate (Rhaenyra Targaryen imagine)

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x female!reader

Requested: Yes

Warning: petty fights, its enemies to lovers and y'all know my inspo is kanthony from bridgerton, angst, arranged marriage, incest right?, typical warnings for anything westeros, spoilers for episode 4 and maybe 5 (even though its not out yet as i write this) of house of the dragon

“You will wed Lady Y/N Velaryon, and you will do so without protest.”

“The daughter of the Sea Snake. So I can be a remedy for your political headache.”

“You are my political headache!” Viserys exclaimed.

After leaving her father, Rhaenyra felt as if life was sucked out of her. A marriage to Y/N. She could endure being wed to any lord in the Realm if it meant she would still be heir. But being wed to her? How was she going to survive?

The Velaryon’s were always at the Keep, after all, they were family. Rhaenyra and Y/N were the same age. Over the course of their childhood, they had some minimal fights that were always resolved minutes later. Even if they did not agree with most things, they always gravitated to each other. Now? Not so much.

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Monster (Aemond Targaryen imagine)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female Strong!reader

Requested: Yes, but @astraljedi and I modified it a lil

Warnings: angst, cursing, lets say rhaenyra and laenor get married two years earlier than in the show (everything else is the same), im trying to make this timeline make sense, spoilers for episode 6, 7 and 8, aemond channeling his inner daemon, typical westeros violence, awkward dinner, very telenovela fight after the dinner A/N + additional warnings: i normally try to avoid this but i will be mentioning hair descriptions in this. sorry about that

Aemond was hugging his mother, resting his head on her shoulder. He had just lost an eye but he gained the biggest dragon in Westeros.

He watched as his betrothed, Y/N Velaryon, held onto her younger brothers. Many years ago, Alicent had agreed to an arranged marriage, all because Viserys thought it would be a good idea. Aemond always got along with Y/N, she was the only one that did not antagonize him for not having a dragon. He did expect her to take his side and comfort him, but he was a fool to think that.

“This marriage,” Alicent started, pointing at her son and Y/N, “is off. I do not want your daughter near my son.” Rhaenyra smirked as she was walking away from the hall. After what had happened in the past weeks, she also did not want her daughter with Aemond.

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Don't Worry, Darling (Jacaerys Velaryon imagine)

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x female!reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: jace being an overprotective fool, spoilers obvi if you haven't seen the show yet.

A/N: the writing funk sucks, sorry for the delay and for how short this is

Jacaerys should be focusing on making sure his brother, Lucerys, was feeling calm during their entire stay in King’s Landing. He knew his little brother was still nervous about what happened with Vaemond Velaryon. However, he had something else on his mind.

His betrothed.

If it was up to Jace, she would be safe in Dragonstone but Rhaenrya insisted she could join them, so she could finally see the Red Keep and meet King Viserys. He was terrified of something happening to her. Jace knew that his uncles were capable of anything, especially after Aemond lost his eye in Driftmark.

“My love?” Y/N called out to him, softly squeezing his hand. “Are you well?”

Jace cleared his throat and smiled. “Yes, just got lost in my thoughts. What is it?”

“I am to go riding today,” his eyes widened with fear. “I will ride the streets closest to the Keep, I will not go far. After all, I need to be back before dinner.”

“It is not safe to ride out on the streets,” he began to make up excuses but stopped himself when he saw her frowning. “Y/N, it is dangerous, especially if you go alone.”

“Who says I will go out alone?” Y/N pointed at two Kingsguards who stood close to the gate, “they were assigned to me by the King, I will be safe.”

“Y/N,” Jace sighed. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, making his heart flutter.

“I will be back soon,” she promised.

Y/N was truly amazed at the beauty of King’s Landing. Princess Rhaenyra often described it to her yet it was beyond her expectations.

The knights talked between them in hushed whispers, trying to not disturb her. A loud screech and a gasp pulled her out of her small world. her horse was spooked by a sudden sound, and she was thrown off, landing hard on the ground. She cried out in pain, clutching her ankle, which had twisted badly.

It felt like an eternity.

Jace waiting in his chambers for her, looking outside of the window, trying to spot her below. He was feeling guilty for not going with her.

A knock made him snap out of his thoughts. “Come.”

“Pardon me, Prince Jacaerys,” a Kingsguard excused himself after opening the door. He looked nervous. “Lady Y/N has returned and…”

“And what?” Jace asked him, standing up quickly.

“She is with the Maester,” the guard did not have the opportunity to tell him the situation, Jace had already run out of the room.

His thoughts were all over the place, worry filling his body. What if somebody attacked her? What if… what if his uncles were behind it? It was no secret about the animosity between them, especially after that eventful night in Driftmark.

He barged into the Maester’s room, startling Y/N, who sat in the bed with her leg propped up. “Jace.”

“My love,” he sighed with little relief, “what happened? Who did this to you?” He questioned, kneeling next to her. “Was it one of my uncles?

Y/N shook her head. "No, it was just an accident," she said, trying to hide the pain in her voice. "My horse was spooked by a loud noise."

“Are you sure?” He asked, grabbing her hand and giving it a light kiss.

“Yes, the Maester said it was just a sprain, it will heal soon,” Y/N gave him a reassuring smile.

Jace was relieved to hear this, but he still kept a sharp eye out for any signs of danger during their stay in the Keep. Y/N told him multiple times that he was fussing over nothing, that his uncles would not do anything to her. Jace disagreed multiple times, knowing they could do anything at any minute.

However, he had no idea that disaster would strike sooner than expected.

#hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon imagine

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Forbidden (Jacaerys Velaryon imagine)

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x female Targaryen!reader

Requested: yes, its also a combo of three requests

Warnings: incest obvi, mention of hair but its just during a cute part, allusions to do doing the deed before marriage, wrap it up folks cause we dont have the plan b tea, angst, parental abuse, viserys is fine in this, aemond being like his mother and minding everything but his business, ✨pregnancy and teen marriage✨, spoilers for the show

“We have to be quiet,” Jace whispered, holding Y/N’s hand as they walked by the gates. He had been carrying a bag with him as well.

They had to sneak around to be together. They always had. As far as the family knows, Jace and Y/N had not seen each other in six years, since the incident at Lady Laena’s funeral, but that is far from the truth. They would meet at Duskendale, often flying there with their dragons when they were old enough to do so. Before that, they would exchange many letters by raven.

Since they were young, they gravitated toward each other. Rhaenyra never minded this, she was quite fond of Y/N and knew she was not like the rest of her family. However, Alicent did mind. She hated how her daughter would associate with them, often making snide comments about it. Aegon did not even care and Helaena thought their friendship was sweet but Aemond despised the idea of it.

He was a possessive man when it came to his sisters. Deep down, he knew his behavior was not the best yet it did not make him stop. Y/N did not like having her brother make decisions for her or treat her as if she was fragile. For this, they both decided that they had to sneak around to avoid him altogether.

Aemond would monitor everything his sister did when they were children. It did not matter if she was with the Septa, or in the dragonpit, or even eating, he wanted to know. The first time he saw her playing in the gardens with Jace and Luke, he thought nothing of it. His feelings on the matter changed when he saw that she started spending more time with them every day.

The night he lost his eye, Aemond was comforted by Y/N. She was even willing to learn what the maester did to help him. He was grateful, because she was calm and sweet to him, unlike his mother, who was hysterical at the fact that he was maimed. They grew even closer in the following years. Aemond vowed to become a warrior, so he could protect his family, especially Y/N, as a repayment for all the times she helped him when he was in need.

#hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #jacaerys velaryon imagine #jacaerys velaryon x reader

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𝜗𝜚 Jacaerys Velaryon Recs

⭒ Masterpost ⭒ 06/21/2026

⭒ TV Shows Directory ⭒ Books Directory

⭒ House of the Dragon

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Thank you so much!!!

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022–)

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Masterlist

Ko-Fi link <3

✖ NSFW | ☁ trigger warning

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Peter Parker Jealous Peter would include (headcanon) PDA with Peter would include (headcanon) Sleepover with Peter would include (headcanon) Stay Away (headcanon) Is It Over Between Us? (COMPLETE) ☁ Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Shadowhunters

Jonathan Morgenstern Dating (headcanon) Betrayal ☁(headcanon) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Harry Potter

Tom Riddle

Curiosity

The Maze Runner

Newt Making Out (headcanon) Being his girlfriend (headcanon)

Jurassic World

Owen Grady Betrayed Volcano

Game of Thrones

Theon Greyjoy Savior ☁

Shadow and Bone

The Darkling Kinks ✖(headcanon) Jealous ✖☁(headcanon)

House of the Dragon

Daemon Targaryen Lover (headcanon) Reckless Gone ☁

Rhaenyra Targaryen Unthinkable Fate Dream of Fire

Criston Cole A Secret The Princess and the Knight (headcanon) Sinners One-Sided Love ☁ One-Sided Love (part 2) ☁ One-Sided Love (Part 3) ☁ One-Sided Love (Finale) ☁

Harwin Strong In The Shadows (headcanon) Strong Protector (headcanon) Strong Protector (part 2) ☁ A Beast ☁ Husband (headcanon) Daddy Harwin (headcanon) From the Vale Alone Traitor ☁ Triplets (headcanon) White Knight ☁

Aemond Targaryen Monster Reconciliation Prisoner (Part 1) Prisoner (Part 2) Prisoner (Part 3; Finale)

Jacaerys Velaryon Forbidden ☁ Don’t Worry, Darling Prisoner (Part 1) Prisoner (Part 2) Prisoner (Part 3; Finale)

Lucerys Velaryon Normal Life

Benjicot Blackwood (fancast as Kieran Burton, who played Davos Blackwood) Queen’s Envoy

Cregan Stark Headcanons ✖ NSFW Headcanons ✖ Keep You Warm (TBA)

WWE

Damian Priest Betrayed

Rhea Ripley Choose

Updated: June 3, 2026

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HOTD season 3 comes out next Sunday 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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