Targaryen!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon x Aemond Targaryen x Cregan Stark x Ormund Targaryen x more
Synopsis: After much resistance, Aegon Targaryen, King Viserys and prince Daemon’s youngest brother returns to court to care for the Kingdoms as his brother is so sick, he brings his daughter a Lannister and a Targaryen princess, back with him, with the mission to find her a husband worthy of her.
But this is a new type of story, in which you’ll make choices and decisions to make your own fate. Turning left or right in a passageway could change the course of your story, are you in for a trip?
Inspired in the books “Choose your own story”
Warnings: Cursing, medieval and ASOIF customs, canon level incest, fluff, angst, future smut, fluff too, violence, medieval court sheannanigans, other warnings will be added by chapter
EDIT: Some chapters could lead to reader's death, if so, you are welcome to retrace your steps jiji, don't forget to have fun.
Notes: This has been on my drafts for a WHILE, at first it was just Jace and Aemond and I couldn’t decide who should be the partner of this reader, so I decided to make this a different story, inspired by one of my favorite books from when I was little.
The dance doesn’t happen in this story…
Chapters
PROLOGUE
⚠️WARNING! ⚠️ After the prologue you'll have to make choices and those choices will lead you to different chapters, do not read the chapters in order from the masterlist (when I upload them), they won't make any sense! jeje HAVE FUN!
Warnings: Medieval and asoiaf customs, cursing, political schemes, might miss some warnings, but if you read my stories, watched HOTD and GOT you are going to be alright.
Wordcount: 1.8k
Notes: MMMMM second choice made, these chapters will be short, but I understand that what I did not take into account is that every time you make a choice the chapters multiply, so I’m trying my best to post both choices at the same time. Can’t wait for you to read the tropes of our courtiers.
“I’m too tired, my hair is a mess and I reek of dragon, i think I would love a bath”
“Very well, follow me, my girl”, he said, you coiled your arms in your father’s as he led you through the corridors, he seemed proud to have you by his arms. He smiled as such, as he greeted lords and ladies who passed you by, they all greeted him back by taking off their hats or with small bows.
The hallway that led to your rooms though was deserted, he walked until he saw two doors he released you to open.
“These are your rooms”, he said, “I will collect you here before the dinner, I need to speak to the King, I’ll see you later”, he whispered, and kissed the side of your head and left you alone.
The room was ample and richly decorated, it stood in Maegor’s holdfast itself, where the royal family slept. The main colors were of course red and gold, depicted in tapestries hanging from the walls.
The bed was huge, with four bedposts decorated with wooden vines.
You noticed with glee the coffers and chests that you had sent ahead of you had already arrived and had been accommodated inside the room.
Through some other double doors on the left side of the room, appeared two ladies, making you jump at their rudeness
“Good afternoon, your grace”, they both greeted, bowing
“Good afternoon”, you said quickly
“Shall we prepare you a bath?”, asked the oldest one
“Please”, you said, one nodded and dutifully went to fulfill the request, the other was quick to aid you out of your riding robes, she undid the braids in your hair and combed it so they could wash it more easily, and when you were ready and covered in a silk robe, so was the bath, ready for you.
They helped you diligently, they washed your hair and put delicious smelling oils in the bathtub.
Soon the smell of dragon faded between jasmine, lavender and verbena, and you were being dried with silk, and powdered with rose chalk.
You were nervous, to say the least.
You were going to meet your family, the royal family, the Queen, King, princes and princesses
What were you going to wear?
Something regal
You had to embrace the part of you that was a royal, you had been living as a Lady (a very rich lady). But now you had to begin to live like a princess of the blood of the dragon.
You chose a red dress, made of a fine satin-finish viscose fabric, that shone dark under the candlelight. It had a squared and low neckline decorated by precious stones, and the sleeves were long flared sleeves, the skirt was rigid yet beautifully shaped.
The maids decorated your neck with a golden necklace that was your mother’s, a Lannister family heirloom. In your ears matching earrings with rubies on them
Your silver hair was braided yet again, but just to pull it out of your face, then they ended and let your valyrian silver hair loose down your back.
They realized you did not need makeup, nor did you wish for it.
Your father, though, made you wait several minutes before he knocked on the door and was announced by a guard posted at your door.
He seemed surprised when he saw you, he had bathed and changed himself, dressed richly in black leather and velvet, decorated with rich crimson thread.
He stood there and just looked at you
“Is there something wrong?”, you asked, “is it too much? or perhaps too little?”, you asked nervously.
“It’s nothing, it's perfect”, he said, “it just occurred to me that you became a woman when I was not looking”, he said with a sad smile.
Only then you noticed the singular broach adorning his chest
“A hand?”, you asked, and then you gasped.
“The King has made me his hand”, he said with a soft smile, you smiled widely
“Congratulations father”
“We will celebrate in the banquet, now come with me”
He gestured for you to come with him, offering you his arm which you took.
“There's still time for the dinner”, he said gently, "let's have a talk, I’ll show you the tower of the hand”, you beamed at him.
But as you returned to the main hall of the holdfast, and turned a corner, you were met face to face with a wall of a man.
You gasped as you collided with his broad chest, feeling in your cheek the tingle of furs and rough fabric
“I’m very sorry”, someone said, and when you came to your senses and looked up, you could only saw you were flabbergasted
The man stood tall and broad, the first thing you noticed was his sharp icy blue eyes, almost hidden by his long dark wild locks of his hair, that had released themselves from his half pony tail.
“My Lord Stark!”, greeted your father, “we didn’t expect you until next fortnight”, he said, pleased
Far from apologising and bowing to you or your father, the man drove his attention to him instead of you.
“My household and I decided to take a ship from White Harbour”, he said
His face revealed that he was until coming out of his teenage years, yet, his voice said that he was unmistakably a man.
“This is my daughter, the princess”, he presented, only then the man turned to you again.
“Princess”, he greeted.
So he was a Stark, Lord of Winterfell and guardian of the North.
The North, that frozen and wild kingdom, bigger than the other six combined. And he was the man that led it. You could only imagine the kind of man he had to be.
You of course knew that the Stark family were kings before even the creation of the Stronghold of oLd Valyria, the very first man's blood ran through his veins.
You were flabbergasted indeed.
But surprise and shock quickly wear off as he didn’t even look at you.
“I’m glad to have you at court, especially in the social scene”, they talked as if they were old friends and you felt like you were some furniture, there to be ignored, so not even pretty furniture. More like those chairs that were placed in corners nobody ever sat on.
“I need to discuss important matters with Lord Stark”, your father said then, kissing your cheek, please wait for me in the gardens”, Sir William followed you like a shadow towards the appointed place.
It was a beautiful day and more precious place, the smells of it made you forget your first impressions of the city,
It was the season.
So you sat on a stone bench, admiring the roses.
Soon, you heard voices, a man’s and a woman’s, you turned your eyes to meet a couple, followed closely by a HIghtower guard, you recognized the hightower on the man’s chest and green colours of his uniform.
But the couple is what caught your attention..
He was tall and lean, his long silver hair made him unmistakably a Targaryen, he was tall and lean, dressed in all black. He was walking beside a lady, who did not seem comfortable at all.
“If your grace would excuse me, I must meet my father for supper”, she said, and as much as she ran away from him.
The prince stood there, taking a long sigh, until he noticed you there, sitting gingerly. A chair sitting on a chair.
You looked at each other, not truly knowing what to do or say
“Prince Aemond”, greeted Sir William, throwing you a hand
“Sir William”, his eyes turned to you, “This is the princess (y/n)”, he introduced, and you thanked him for it, “daughter of Prince Aegon”, he smiled then, approaching you, he offered his hand and when he did you offered yours, he took your knuckles to his mouth and deposited a sweet kiss.
“Dear cousin”, he greeted politely.
“Cousin”, you smiled at him
“It i a pleasure to finally meet you, your father the prince and our master of coins will not stop talking about you”
“Do they really?”, you giggled gingerly. And you could not possibly fathom how it must be, to not be loved and love your family, or at least, the ones you know
“With nothing but praise”, he assured you.
“I’ve been told that you come here to find a husband”, he said, and you became nervous quickly, “I have spent my all my life here at court, so if you need counsel you only have to ask”
“You are too kind, cousin”, you smiled softly, he smiled, “are you betrothed? or married?”
“I am too seeking for a match, although, it has not yet pleased my father the King to find one for me”
“Well, I’m a lady”, you said, “when I meet my peers, I shall aid you in kind”, he only smiled softly.
“I see you two have met”, your father appeared in the gardens with a pleased smile. “One less introduction to make”
“I’m glad you finally brought my cousin to court uncle”, said Aemond. “for it seems that now is brighter by her mere presence”
“Shall we make our appearance in the Queen’s Ballroom?”, he asked then
“I must leave you now, although I’m invited to the feast, there is something I must do first, I’lls ee you both soon”, he said, bowed shortly and left.
His movements were swift and elegant and he disappeared quickly through the open hallway that led to the holdfast.
“Aemond is a good prince”, your father said proudly, “studious, quick with the sword, and a fellow scholar”
“I’m glad you found a kindred spirit in the next generation father”, you said simply. He nodded, contended.
“I’m sorry for abandoning you, it took me lot of negotiation to bring Lord Stark to the capital”
“He seemed possibly retched, to be here at all”, you said mockingly, your father looked at you, like trying to read your thoughts, trying to figure out why you pointed that out.
“Lord Stark is a rough man”, he said, “orphaned young and then usurped by his own uncle, he had to become something rougher”, he said, almost chiding you, “the court of the North is different than the ones of the southerners”, said then, as he was excusing him, “they value things that here we take for granted, they have other.. priorities”
“I see”, you said, not liking to be chided. He shook his head gently, like wanting to expel the thought that were going through his head, “let’s make our way to the Queen’s Ballroom, I think you’ll like it”
You are married to the laughing storm under his own request and your father Maekar’s agreement. Many would argue that this is what you were made to do…. Marry a Lord of one of the great houses… but Lyonel had plans of him own
* The only good Dragon is a dead Dragon: Lyonel Baratheon x Targ!Reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (tbd)
You believed you had married the perfect man, until you hear something you shouldn't
* Requests
No better time than the present: Him finding out that his childhood friend wanted to marry him, but because he put off marriage until he was older she was married off years ago.
The beast deal ever: Hi, can you do Lyonel Baratheon x Targaryen wife reader (sorry, love the idea of Lyonel having a Targaryen wife). Maekar daughter. They are expecting their first baby, but they end up having twins (triplets perhaps).
An eye for an eye: Lyonel Baratheon reaction to his lover or wife sleeping with Baelor Targaryen
Summary: You had been alone for a while when you come across Carl, Rick and Michonne, and joining them proved to be challenging but worth it, since you not only met your new family, but also the love of your life: Daryl Dixon.
But life in the apocalypse proved to be full of challenges, not only the living dead, but other humans too, but whatever it comes, you'll face it together.
The dead were walking, and the living have become wild again.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Reader: Fem reader, on her mid-late twenties, use of pronouns she/her.
Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, cannibalism, cursing, slowburn, age gap (Daryl 40+, reader 25+), smut, fluff, angst, more tags to be added by chapter, this will be OCC for many characters since I'm not the creator or writer to the OG comic/series.
+18, MINORS DNI
Era: This will start after the fall of the prison (Season 4), when everyone is on their own, separately, and go from there.
"The war is over, King Aegon the Usurper is dead but also is Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, now the Kingdom submerges in chaos and uncertainty about who will be the next Targaryen who will sit the iron Throne. All eyes turn to the two survivors, Aegon the young and her older sister. In the midst of chaos, the wolf Cregan Stark takes command to bring justice to his late Queen, and help to put back together the pieces of what was the greatest dynasty this Kingdoms had ever seen, he never realized he was the one who was going to put together the young new Queen as well"
"You never expected your highschool sweetheart, the man you were certain you were going to marry, the perfect man, Aemond Targaryen, would cheat on you with your plastic arts teacher. This certainly made you to do a retrospect in all the decisions that you made that got you here. Deciding to take a step back and change colleges, you end up where you wanted to first get to... Winterfell University, where your life takes a huge turn for the better, new friends, new classes, and specially, a new love. Now your needs go first, and first, you need to calm down"
You had been married to Harwin Strong for four years, you had a beautiful daughter together, you stayed home, took care of his child, of him, the house and his sons form his first marriage every other week, but that wasn't enough
He cheated on you, so you kicked him out of the house.
You would have never guessed that Jacaerys, Harwin's eldest child, was not going to leave your life, as this is exactly wht he was expecting you to make you his, finally
An alternative universe for The House of the Dragon
Summary: How the existence of Rhaenyra's younger sister can change the course of history, the youngest daughter of King Viserys Targaryen and the Queen Aemma Arryn.
To cover the heir to the throne's transgressions, you are obligated to marry his lover, Ser Harwin Strong
Main pairing: Harwin Strong x Targaryen!Femreader
AU Warnings: violence, blood, murder, cheating, adultery, mentioned incest, (more tags added by chapter)
Main Story
Prologue
A Dragon or Goat
Collateral damage
The wreckage
What is left
Forced Landing
Name day
Seeds of mistrust
Two headed dragon
While you were gone
Taking roots
Kicks of a drowning man
Harrenhal
Driftmark
Dragonstone
The Seed is Strong
Sow what you planted
Claimed, not given
Second sons
Were loyalties lie
Were loyalties lie part 2
The Hour of the Owl
The Hour of the Bat
The Blacks
Storm's End
The North Remembers
In the dragon's den
The Greens
The march
The crossroads
The Red Keep
All roads
I bring the storm
Shield bay
Kings of Nothing
Jorraegalon
Under seige
The man of Gold
The Kraken and The Dragon
The Rock
King's Landing
Maegor
Monsters of Land and Sea
The Trident
The Dragonpit
The Great Council
Kept Promises, Epilogue
Archive of Characters
The archive of characters of The White Dragon
Headcanons & Oneshots
The White Shadow: Ser Steffon Mangold, sworn protector and sword of the princess and how he came to be
Vhaelar: how the bond between dragon and rider happened
The hunt: what was the princess doing during the hunt?
A hellish match: Jace dances with Aemma, and Baela with Aemond, but they wish it was the other way around
What If Series
what if... Harwin never stopped his affair with Rhaenyra?
