Young Rhaenyra, whose husband is gay, sleeps with her uncle Maekar so her children would be full-blooded Targaryens, and we get the gift that is twins Aerion Targaryen (Crown Prince) and Jacaerys Velaryon (Heir to Driftmark). Team Black wins, and Rhaenyra sits on her father's throne with Maekar as her Hand. She is beloved by the small folk and feared by the nobles, and he is a competent and successful political mind, and they rule happily together. Aerion inherits his mother's throne and becomes King, and Jace becomes Master of Ships and his Hand. They fall in love and marry and have kids (Halaena is their doting surrogate aunt and Baela is Regent at Driftmark). Aerion Brightflame is loved by his people, and Jace the Face is the political mind with the backing of the North (Cregan and Dunk are very good at serving their Kings).
Everybody is happy, and the realm prospers; the end!
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hmm twin jacaerion has been going aroundd... if i DO write smth bout them.. which i prob will but
Aerion would be so jealous of jacaerys having a dragon or getting one first, but most of all i feel like he would be jealous about the fact jace gets to be heir instead of him. even if he was the youngest of two though. He would feel betrayed even if it wasnt his to begin with.
Jacaerys would be jealous of how aerion looks. The way he more looks like their mother and the fact hes more similar to how targaryens look but also because aerion took their mothers last name instead (for nyra twin au) they would both be jealous of each other, honestly. Jace would have to keep an eye on aerion often mostly because i feel like nyra/maekar would DEFINITELY ask him or anyone to do that for her bc shes/hes fed up.
Coming back from a tavern Aerion decides to pay a visit to his twin brother, unaware of Jacaerys' mental state.
TW: Violence, mentions of illness, Aerion being kind of mean
Tag list: @thorins-queen-of-erebor
Part one here
Aerion did not know why Daeron loved drinking the slop found in taverns, the wine was bitter and cheap. He found himself wondering why he decided to squander his time there.
Oh yes, it came to mind now. A simple warning that his younger brother was surely blowing out of proportion, it was not as though Aerion went through with smothering the boy to death. Aerion merely.. placed it upon his face for a brief time.
Aegon, of course, could not prove Aerion did so. Not when he was careful with telling the guards where he was headed and making a show of leaving the castle grounds.
What prince would be so carefree to drink in a tavern where all knew who he was if he was capable of bothering his own brother? None that would come to mind to their father if the quivering rat scurried to spill the news.
Aerion swiped his fingers across the table he sat at, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the sticky residue that had been left behind on the surface. Without hesitation he reached out to wipe his fingers against the dress of a serving girl to rid himself of the residue that had the gull to dirty his fingertips.
She dared not correct him for using her dress as a cloth, of course not, he was a prince. She was nothing compared to him, a prince of the blood, a dragon.
Jacaerys came to mind once he caught sight of the serving girl’s hair, dark just like his, but not as pretty, not as luscious nor curly as his proud Jacaerys.
He stood from his seat. He had endured this establishment long enough. It would be enough to provide an alibi, if Aegon was foolish enough to cause him to need one.
It was a short ride back to the castle, his expert riding on the back of his horse made sure of that.
Aerion made quick work of his walk, his feet already knowing where to go towards the chambers of his beloved twin. He felt as though he could already smell the other’s familiar sweet scent.
He was met with a pair of guards posted outside of his brother’s chambers.
Aerion cocked his head to the side.
This was unusual. Very unusual. His chest twisted with something awful that he could not even name.
“The Prince Jacaerys is ill. Delirious with fever. Prince Maekar has ordered not to allow any to enter nor leave.” One of the fools informed him.
“He did not mean me, I assure you.” Aerion scoffed before pointing towards the doors, signaling for someone to open them.
Neither moved.
“He was very clear.”
Aerion’s jaw set.
“My father would not keep him from me.” Aerion took a step closer, gesturing to the doors once again. His eyes flicked from one knight to the other, daring them to refuse him.
“The prince commanded that none -”
“Will you stop me?” Aerion inquired, his head cocking to the side once again, “will you lay hands on me, a prince, to stop me?”
“Well, no -”
Aerion yanked at the door, nearly smacking one of the guards with it at that response, a smirk squirking onto his lips at how the man dodged then moved out of his way, finally.
Aerion easily slipped inside of his brother’s chambers, eyes immediately landing on his Jacaerys, fast asleep underneath numerous furs and blankets.
The floorboards creaked underneath the weight of his boots with each step. Aerion crossed the room, but despite the creaking of the floor growing louder, Jacaerys did not stir.
Was he truly that ill?
Aerion's stomach dropped.
He crept closer until he towered over his sleeping brother, casting a shadow over Jacaerys’ peaceful features.
His fingers swiped Jacaerys’ curls out of his face, before Aerion laid his hand against his brother's forehead and still, Jacaerys did not stir.
He did feel hot, clammy against Aerion’s palm.
Aerion bent down, his nose brushing against the soft curls of his brother before inhaling the undeniable scent of Jacaerys, a sweet scent that also vaguely held a hint of salt that always seemed to cling to Jacaerys no matter what oils he bathed in.
Aerion soon crawled into bed, the mattress dipping underneath his weight, arms snaking around the brunette’s torso, face burying into the crook of his neck. If he was truly ill then he would find comfort in Aerion’s company, if he was not then he still would, Aerion was sure of it.
His lips skimmed against his brother’s soft skin resting against his pulse, close enough to feel each pitter patter beat of Jacaerys’ heart. Aerion’s eyes fluttered closed, he always slept better when Jacaerys was within his grasp.
It was unfair for Jacaerys to share a womb with Aerion just to come out a brother. If only he was born a sister then Aerion could marry him, bring back the old customs of their house. That would surely please their ancestors.
An inaudible broken cry fell from Jacaerys’ lips, cutting through the comfortable silence of the room.
Aerion opened his eyes, his head tilting to the side, keen eyes trying to decipher his brother's face on what was possibly causing him to whimper like a maiden when he had Aerion by his side.
Dark brows pulled together, only for a brief moment, on Jacaerys’ face, but Aerion had noticed.
Aerion hoped he was at least dreaming of him. He would be very displeased if his dark-haired other half was whimpering whilst dreaming of another.
He would hate to have to yank some sense into Jacaerys, especially when he was feeling so ill.
His fingers threaded through his twin's curls, feeling the soft texture. Aerion quite liked his brother's curls, it was easy to grab if need be.
It felt like Aerion had been watching him for hours, keen eyes watching how his eyelids fluttered with each moment that passed, how the dimming candlelight glowed against his skin.
“Mother..” The word practically whimpered from Jacaerys’ lips before the boy suddenly started thrashing his head back and forth, yanking from Aerion's grip before continuing to flail against the sheets.
The wooden posts of the bed groaned beneath the frantic movement of Jacaerys. The boy's expression twisted until he was nearly snarling in his sleep, jaw snapping at something Aerion could not see.
“Dracarys!” Jacaerys roared, his voice breaking slightly, curls now covering half of his enraged face.
Aerion could not help but snort. The pronunciation was alright, but Aerion's was better.
He leaned over his sleeping brother even as he thrashed, Aerion's shadow enveloping the other. He reached his hand down, perhaps to grasp onto those soft curls to still his fits once and for all..
It happened all too fast. One moment he had his brother's head pinned still and the other his own face was coated in crimson, pain erupting from his nose, a sharp crunching sound reached Aerion's ears.
Before he could even turn his head to see who did it, another hit landed against his head, then another, then another, each one landing harder than the last.
His arms had shot out to shield himself, blocking a few powerful hits. His arms ached, they burned like he had been lit on fire.
His vision blurred. All he caught was dark hair and fists landing against his arms.
Jacaerys? But he had just been sleeping, but could he move so swiftly?
He had scarcely been interested in fighting or tournaments like Aerion had so how had he gained the upper hand? Besides, Jacaerys had never struck Aerion before, not ever.
Something in Aerion burned at the realization, though he could not tell if it was anger or.. excitement? That Jacaerys shared his spirit, though Aerion would prefer it not directed at him.
A grunt escaped him, a heavy weight had been thrown onto him. The hands of his brother ceased his violent onslaught only to catch Aerion’s arms, slamming them against the plush surface below them.
“How dare you. You do not, you will not dare lay your hands on me.” Jacaerys hissed through his teeth, his eyes blown wide.
His eyes were so dark, even with the dimming flame of the few candles that were left in his chambers, they nearly appeared black, like the abyss itself.
Jacaerys’ nails dug into Aerion's wrists, urging him to let out a hiss of his own.
A laugh caught in Aerion's throat. He managed to cock his head to the side, ignoring the sharp pain radiating throughout his entire head - no, not just his head, his entire upper body.
“How dare I,” Aerion echoed, his tongue tasting metallic, surely from his blood that trickled onto his lips and into his mouth, staining it red, “You're the one who attacked me. Unprovoked.”
A crooked grin spread across his lips.
“What would father say?”
He watched for the inevitable shrink, for the mumbled apology, but what came from Jacaerys’ mouth shocked him.
“That man is not my father.” Venom spit from the darker haired Targaryen's mouth after a moment of pondering, like something had clicked in the other’s mind.
Aerion blinked.
The dutiful son, Jacaerys disowning their father?
All knew he was the favorite.
Perhaps it was because he looked more like Dyanna than any other son, perhaps it was because he was deemed more reasonable than the rest, the reason did not matter.
“My father is dead.”
Aerion blinked a few more times. Confusion overwriting anything else he had been feeling at the moment.
“What are you babbling on about?” Aerion clipped out.
His patience was beginning to waiver and run dry. He hated when others played the fool, especially when he knew they weren't and he knew his brother was no fool.
“Tell your father that no amount of restraining and poisoning me will keep me prisoner.” Jacaerys continued on, his tone growing more angered by the second.
What was he playing at? He was the least likely to be poisoned by their father or anyone for that matter. Aerion could not think of a single soul that misliked Jacaerys, even their uncle, Baelor seemed to like him better than he did the rest of Aerion and his siblings.
Aerion’s arms twitched underneath the grip of his brother, which only led to the boy above to tighten his grip. A sigh escaped from him.
This had grown dull.
Aerion slammed his head upward. A heavy thump echoed in Aerion’s ears as well as a dull, low ring.
The grip that had kept him restrained loosened, enough for Aerion to take his chance to flip their positions, throwing one leg around his brother, pushing the entirety of his weight against the darker haired one until Aerion was the one on top.
Aerion hand fisted inside of those dark curls, yanking Jacaerys’ head to the side while ducking his head out of the way of his warring fists.
“Enough with that. I came here to comfort you, because I’m a caring brother.” Aerion spoke, ignoring the snarls from below. He shoved his knee against one of the arms that was attempting to assault him, rendering it useless against the mattress before throwing his free hand to slam down the other arm.
It was more difficult than he thought it would be, more than once he nearly lost his grip, but he managed.. barely.
“Is this how you repay a brother’s care, Jace?”
“Jacaerys.”
Aerion rolled his eyes, not bothering to hide the fact.
“I call you what I like.”
He could see his brother’s eyes flash wildly at his blunt response, lips curling in a snarl.
“Not that. Only my true family calls me that.” Jacaerys spat.
Aerion stalled. He felt as though his mind had been dragged through the mud. Jacaerys had no other family.
Unless he managed to sneak off and start one.. did Aerion’s brother have bastards running around? It did not seem like something his chivalrous Jacaerys would do.
Aerion leaned down until his bloodied nose was inches from his dark-haired brother’s. He paused a moment watching the other snarl and twist like a wild beast.
“I am your true family. We shared a womb, you cannot be rid of me.” Aerion corrected, his voice lowering.
“Lies -”
Aerion twisted his hand within the curls pulling until he heard a whimpered growl escape.
“I am in no mood to be called a liar, Jace.” Aerion’s lips twisted before adding a, “Jacey.”
The name was cooed out taking great care to pronounce every syllable and as expected Jacaerys started to thrash underneath him once again, nearly bucking Aerion off in the process. He ground his knee down against Jacaerys’ arm, not enough to break it just enough to remind the other that he could.
He had always been able to call Jacaerys, ‘Jace’, until now, but the name that his brother despised was ‘Jacey’. Even when they were children Jacaerys could not stand it.
It was only fitting to bother him with it now that Aerion was now disallowed from using the shortened version.
“Mongrel!” Jacaerys shouted, his voice full of misplaced anger, he should have been angry at himself, truly. He then started screaming, louder than he had when sleeping, his voice ricocheting off the heavy stone walls, his head thrashing once again.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
Of course, it was not long until the chamber doors were thrown open the guards running in like his brother was in any danger. They were fools to think so. Aerion would now allow any foul fate to befall him. This was only a tantrum, despite Jacaerys not usually being one for tantrums.
Aerion released his grip, ducking off to the side in case his brother intended to strike him again.
“He hit me first, as you can see.” Was Aerion’s only reasoning, gesturing his hand towards his bloody mess of a nose. His arms ached as well, but he simply did not care enough to lift his sleeves to check if there was bruising.
“We’ve sent for your father.”
The screaming stopped.
Aerion snorted at the knight’s response. He was hardly in danger of any true punishment not whilst he was all bloody and injured. He might be lectured for bothering Jacaerys this late at night, but surely he could get off with a warning.
“That man is not my father.” Aerion heard Jacaerys’ raspy response next to him. The bed creaked beneath their weight. Aerion cut his violet eyes to the side, watching Jacaerys slowly rise to a sitting position, his dark eyes nearly blending into the dark even as he stared towards Aerion.
Aerion could see the hands of Jacaerys pat the sheets around him. He wondered what his brother was even searching for.
Muffled footsteps echoed the hall before stopping in front of the doors. Aerion could tell it was their father from the exhausted sigh that huffed from the other side of the wooden doors.
Aerion hunched forward, grasping onto his arm. His expression twisted to show pain, just enough to avoid his father's wrath.
It was fair. His word was up against the favorite, the sweet Jacaerys, he had to at least try to make it clear that he had been attacked first.
Jacaerys would be fine. Their father would not dare punish him as he would punish Daeron.
After the doors had opened then shut with a thud, firm footsteps thumped with purpose before pausing in front of Aerion, who was still seated on the bed.
Aerion kept his gaze lowered on the floor, catching sight of their father's boots. He mustered a pained groan, letting his head roll to the side, showing off the bloodied nose that he had been given.
“What have you done?” He demanded, his tone already clipped.
Before Aerion could even open his mouth to respond his father raised his hand. A small huff left Aerion at already being silenced before he could even defend himself.
He watched his father turn his head towards the knights, expression stern as it always was.
“What has he done?”
Aerion fought the urge to roll his eyes. His hand gestured towards his face once more.
“I am not sure, my prince. We only heard screaming. Neither of us witnessed the incident, but,” One of the gaurds glanced briefly towards Aerion.
Little cunt was planning on throwing the blame onto him, Aerion knew it. He would regret that later on.
“But, when we came in, Prince Aerion was on top of Prince Jacaerys. The boy was screaming.”
A frown tugged onto Aerion's lips.
Why did the fool have to go on to make Aerion sound like the aggressor?
Their father's head turned sharply towards Aerion, his jaw clenched so tightly that Aerion could see a muscle jumping in his cheek.
“Your brother is ill, Aerion. Information I am sure you had been informed of. What part of Jacaerys being ill tells you that you should harass him in his bed?” His voice was stern, bordering on anger.
For some reason the man seemed to be holding himself back from truly showing the anger that resided in his gaze.
“Thought he could use the company, didn't know he was to beat me.” Aerion responded, lounging back against the mattress on his elbows causing his brother to jerk back.
His former show of pain seemed to no more soften his father than Daeron's drunken antics did.
“Jacaerys is..” His father trailed off, his eyes drifting behind Aerion, possibly over to Jacaerys.
Aerion tilted his head backward, eyes landing on Jacaerys, jaw clenched and turned the other way.
Petulant is how he was acting, like he hadn't just been screaming moments ago.
He returned his gaze to his father before him.
“Is acting a fool.” Aerion finished for his father which earned him a heavy glare and his father mouthing something that was surely a threat of punishment.
A firm hand grasped tightly onto the collar of Aerion's shirt before he was hauled off the bed and pushed towards the doors.
“Out.”
“I'm the wronged party here.” Aerion added, only to be grabbed by his sleeve and dragged out of those chambers by an enraged father.
“I will speak to him once he is right of mind.” His father grumbled out, though his voice was no less stern.
He wondered if it was for the benefit of Jacaerys or a prevention of the next tantrum.
Either way, this behavior was unlike Jacaerys. Almost so, that it was like something else had possessed him, if Aerion was a halfwit like Daeron then he might truly believe that.
They did not even get a few feet away from those heavy doors before shouting filled the air, muffled behind the thick doors.
His father immediately turned on his heel and stormed back into Jacaerys’ chambers. When the doors opened, Aerion could see a glimpse of a hand grasping a hilt of a candlestick, before it shut again.
Aerion paused, waiting there in the hall for what felt like hours, listening to the muffled shouts and sounds of sobbing.
His stomach twisted into knots. It sounded like Jacaerys, but he had not cried since their mother had passed.
Something felt off..
Aerion slowly crept back over to the door, pulling it slightly, just to peek through the gap to see what was happening.
The candlestick laid abandoned on the floor. The two guardsmen stood uselessly to the side.
Aerion turned his head to the side, placing his eye directly against the gap. His violet eye flicked left, spotting his father kneeling on the floor and in his arms, cradling a sobbing Jacaerys.
He was hunched against the older man, face blotched and puffy, fists landing against their father's arms.
It did not seem to be doing any damage, judging from how their father only shushed him in response, shifting a hand to cradle the back of Jacaerys' head.
Aerion couldn't hear anything his brother was spouting, it was slurring and overwhelmed by the heavy sobs that wracked his shoulders.
Aerion's chest clenched. He didn't like this. It felt wrong, no one else had died for a long time so he shouldn't be crying.
Why was he crying? It wasn't because of Aerion surely and it could not be because of an illness.
Who would sound so broken from an illness?
Aerion leaned away from the sight, slowly and carefully, easing the door fully closed.
He stayed by the door for several moments more before he wiped his bloody nose against his sleeve.
He would be sure to have a maester patch up his nose later on. Mayhaps on the morrow his brother will be back to his usual self.
