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September - October Commissions ⛈️
These two months are quite literally the busiest months of the year so far for me so it took some time to finish all of these. They turned out great though and some of my personal favorites 💕
—- November commissions are opened! (limited to 4 slots only because I have to juggle through uni)
1. Queen Rhaenyra alongside Ser Laenor and Ser Harwin commissioned by jacaerys_
2. Birthday portrait commissioned by @oflorelei
3. ASOIAF OC commissioned by @lawolfe
4. Daenora and her dragon (OC) commissioned by weirwooddream
5. OC commissioned by heronovels
6. Aemond and Daena (OC) commissioned by dykeatron4000
7. Adult! Joffrey Velaryon commissioned by jacerys_
8. ASOIAF OC commissioned by @sikudastoner
9. ASOIAF OC commissioned by @lawolfe
#commissions open#open commission#open commission artist#commissioned art#fanart#art#asoiaf#game of thrones#asoiaf art#targaryen#house targaryen#artist#fire and blood#a song of ice and fire#rhaenyra targaryen#laenor velaryon#harwin strong#aemond targaryen#oc#oc commission#artwork commissions#commission open#joffrey velaryon
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this little family means so much to me
#house of the dragon#game of thrones#queen rhaenyra#team black#baela the brave#baela targaryen#rhaena of pentos#rhaena targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#black queen#daemon targaryen#jace velaryon#jacaerys velaryon#lucerys velaryon#laenor velaryon#harwin strong#half year queen#asoiaf
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born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him
#house of the dragon#house targaryen#house stark#sandor the hound clegane#cregan stark#aegon ii targaryen#aemond targaryen#daemon targaryen#harwin strong#jon snow#robb stark#spencer reid#steve harrington#eddie munson#billy hargrove#stranger things#harry potter#draco malfoy
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“My son, do not be over bold or rash; be cautious, keep within the bounds of propriety, and protect our home and family.”
— "The Odyssey" by Homer
#insane how i had to stretch#before doing this...#house of the dragon#rhaenyra targaryen#harwin strong#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys targaryen#rhaewin#rhaenyra x harwin#hotd season 2#hotd spoilers#hotd#hotdedit#asoiaf#asoifedit#parallels#my gifs
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'Did you think I would have dark hair?'
#house of the dragon#jacaerys velaryon#harwin strong#hotdedit#harwinstrongedit#gotedit#tvedit#dailyflicks#cinematv#userstream#chewieblog#userines#usermali#userquel#userzaynab#tusereliza#usersaoirse#usereme#useryolanda#mialook#*#my poor boy is having a severe case of bastardphobia
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The way EVERYONE was happy about Joffrey's birth... baby Joff you will always be loved!
#house of the dragon#hotd#alicent hightower#rhaenyra targaryen#lucerys velaryon#joffrey velaryon#jacaerys velaryon#viserys targaryen#harwin strong#leanor velaryon#rhanenyra x alicent
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sometimes a family is a gay man, his wife, her boyfriend and their three comunally raised children.
#happier days#sort of#and we saw nothing of it#nor did we see anything of her#beautiful blended family with daemon#hbo said no happy rhaenyra for anyone#house of the dragon#hotd#fire and blood#pro team black#team black#rhaenyra targaryen#laenor velaryon#jacaerys velaryon#lucerys velaryon#joffrey velaryon#harwin strong#rhaenyra x harwin#rhaenyra x laenor#mine
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House Strong during the Dance of the Dragons
#house of the dragon#hotd#hotdedit#gameofthronesdaily#mariana does things#photoset#*hotd#house strong#alys rivers#simon strong#lyonel strong#harwin strong#larys strong#jacaerys velaryon#lucerys velaryon#joffrey velaryon#controversially¸ alys#this is literally my family <333333#i always meant to do one of these for them but i recently remembered about it bc one blogger was talking about it on the tags of a post#anywayyyyy
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big brown eyes. long dark hair
rhaenyra targaryen. you have a fucking type
#didnt put daemon since she said the only reason she was with him was coz she wanted to steal his gender#so yk#rhaenyra targaryen#alicent hightower#mysaria#harwin strong#criston cole#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd season 2#in a competition for having a type and my opponent is rhaenyra targaryen
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HARWIN holding his son, JOFFREY (1.06) JACAERYS holding his brother, JOFFREY (2.01)
#hotdedit#house of the dragon#harwin strong#joffrey velaryon#jacaerys velaryon#usermal#usermali#tuserelena#userme#useriselin#userdesirae#hotd spoilers#106#h 201#g#by julia
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"He was gentle and fierce. They called him Breakbones. He loved us I think"
#hotd#house of the dragon#harwin strong#jacaerys velaryon#jace velaryon#lucerys velaryon#luke velaryon
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This is what I call a glow up.
#willem blackwood#rhaenyra targaryen#hotd#house of the dragon#team black#jacaerys velaryon#daemon targaryen#harwin strong#lucerys velaryon#joffrey velaryon
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the fact that we are going to have to sit through multiple alicent/crispy scenes this season and didn't even get ONE harwin/rhaenyra scene last season is a crime
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❝His dear princess❞
☾︎✰❛❀ Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem! Reader!
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jacaerys did not want you, or the vow he was bound to for life. Yet when he makes a big mistake, and potentially loses you for good. He realises just how much you meant to him.
𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Bastardphobia, mentions of death and grief, kissing, marrage of convenience and grumpy X sunshine trope, Jace is down bad, flirty!reader, guilt and anxiety and happy ending;)
🪐𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This is one of my first house of the dragon fics ever, so I truly hope it's not too bad. Jacaerys is one of my favourite characters in hotd after Alicent so I really wanted to get his characteristics and behaviour right. Also, I didn't like the way they showed his grief after Luke died, as if he just moved on after two or three days. But overall, I enjoyed writing this:)
Jacaerys was infuriated with you.
You—his betrothed, acted like you owned the castle as soon as you strutted in. Speaking with no formality and a sharpness in your tongue that only infuriated him further. And especially when you did not seem to care for his heritage, who he was. The heir to the iron throne. Yet you acted as if he didn't exist to you. As if he meant nothing to you.
A marriage pact with the martells was only one of convenience. You, a princess of dorne, he, the firstborn son of queen Rhaenyra. Yet, they were stuck in dragonstone, and needed support to match the strength of the green armies. His mother needed this arrangement more than the martells did, and you made that very clear by acting carelessly and so freely, like you were in your own home. By taunting him, sitting at the great council table with your legs on them, a coin in your fingertips and a smirk in your lips. He hated it, he hated especially how good you looked.
He hated being betrothed to you already.
Rhaenyra had told him martells were rather, open and modern people. They took part in adultery even after being married, especially with the consent of their own partner. He did not know how anyone could be okay with such acts. He did not know what to expect when he met you, but it certainly wasn't how you commented on his face, calling him one of a beauty. It was inappropriate, calling a prince by such bold remarks on the first meeting, yet you did not seem to care.
But what edged him to his limit was the day you called him a bastard.
Jacaerys had been worried, he couldn't find you anywhere. Not that he cared, he was just stressed you would create another ruckus. He looked around everywhere, the garden, the great council, the dining hall, your room, even his room, but you were nowhere to be found. His chest tightened, a restlessness growing in his stomach. It seemed he always felt that way without being with you for too long. Not because he missed you—of course, but because he wanted to ensure everything was going smoothly.
He was going around circles, head spinning with a feeling that made him uncomfortable. Where were you? did you flee the castle? or were so bored of him you went to the city to a brothel in search of another man to keep you company. Anger and jealousy filled in his chest at the mere thought of that.
Jacaerys did not seem where he was going, many thoughts inside his head, before he harshly opened a door to the library. And to his surprise, there you were, a book in your hand. ‘Adventures of Aegon the conqueror’, he could read the name of the book by how you were holding it. He felt he could breathe again. By the loud sound of the door opening your head flitted towards him. Your usual smirk growing up your lips. Something that made his heart flutter in a way he didn't want it to. He clenched his jaw, holding his fists in a tight ball.
“Where have you been?” he asks, desperate tone in his voice.
“Ah, Prince Jacaerys.” you smile, closing the book and turning your attention towards him. He hated how your eye lashes fluttered, your hair falling down in just the perfect way. “I've been gaining some Targaryen knowledge, as you can see. Since we are to be married, I thought I should know my husband's family. Don't you think?”
Husband.
That word rose heat to his cheeks, quickly clearing his throat.
“I'm not your husband.” he spoke, in a tone harsher than he intended, “At least not yet anyway.”
You smile wider, making his heart race. He was always a bit stubborn, and uptight. Yet you were always so carefree and light, always so kind with his demise. He didn't know what to make of it all. A curious look grazed upon your face, eyebrows furrowing. You sat up, walking onwards another shelf of books, lips pursued. Before looking at him.
“I have always wondered, hmm,” you say, your finger coming up to your lips, “do tell me prince Jacaerys, is it true that you were born out of wedlock?”
His eyes widened, “What did you say to me?”
You either did not notice the offend and defensiveness in his tone, or simply pretend not to. Turning to look at him, “I mean, all Targaryen children have white hair. Do they not? Even if they did not, none of your formal parents have black, dark hair like yours.”
His breath hitches, all of the insecurities he had contained in a jar of fireflies fled out the second you brought out his hair. A wall rising inside him. You were acting as if you just did not ask the most dangerous question ever. As if it did not matter to you.
“How dare you insinuate such filthy claims?!” his voice rises, almost shouting. Your eyes flicker surprise for a moment, before turning back to the usual stoic look.
“Ah, you are offended.” you state, as if he shouldn't be, “I meant no harm, my prince. I have no problem with you being a bastard. In fact, it only makes you more interesting. The thing I don't like is your distaste for the truth. One should own up to who they are.”
Bastard.
You, called him a bastard. He isn't able to speak for a moment, too tongue—tied. You....think of him this way too? you? he can't hear as you speak further, a ringing in his head. It only intensifies. Only when you start talking about dorne is when he snaps back from his haze.
“And I have thousands of brothers and sisters back in dorne, no one cares ther—”
“I don't care, what you dornish do back there, but here you don't speak to me with filths of a claim.” he grits, his voice cold, “I am the queen's son. And if I hear you say one word about that again, I will see you hanged.” his words held so much malice in them, one would believe it to be true.
Of course, he could never actually do that, the blacks needed martells armies more than ever. His mother couldn't afford them raging war at her and joining the green's side. And, he could never harm you either. It was just a baseless threat, one he said out of anger and insecurity. He immediately regretted it when he saw the look on your face; hurt. But even worse, fear. Before he could even begin to take them back, it was too late. Your spot, where you stood, was already empty.
You had seen him less and less after that. Of course, you were your usual self. Taunting and teasing him, but something was off. Something distant. He hated it. He hated how much he missed it. Your remarks, your witty replies, your cockiness. He wanted it back. He wanted you back.
Next time he sees you, it's in a completely unexpected place. Dragon—pit. He was about to ride on Vermax to patrol the skies, when he stops. There you were, sat on the hard rock, legs swinging at the edge of it and his dragon's head in your hands. You..you were feeding him. “What the hell do you think you're doing?!” he shouts, eye wide.
You turn your head to him, a smirk on your lips grows. You enjoyed the fact he was on his nerves, furious.
“What does it look like? I'm feeding this cute little angel right here.” you coo, talking to his dragon in a baby voice. Vermax was known for her temper, yet with you it magically dis—appears? a little bit inside him was flustered, heart beating faster than ever that you and his dragon, a very important part of his life, bonded flawlessly. But he shrugs it off, he has to. Flushing over you isn't his duty.
Protecting you is.
As much as he would like to deny it, you're his now. Lawfully so. And he wouldn't let anything happen to you. Especially Vermax. He wouldn't know how to live with himself if his own dragon were to be the cause of, of.. your demise. His throat burns, even the mere thought of harm coming to you feels as if he's being drowned to death. After Luke, he cannot lose anyone. Jacaerys cannot lose you. Even if that was the first thing he tried to do after meeting you. You were the most part of his frustrations yet the only thought when he's in his bed at night.
“Have you lost your mind?” he asks, his voice harsh, as if you were his child and he was scolding you for doing something childish.
“Have you had no fear? you could have died what were you even thinking?!” you falter for a moment, upon seeing the trembling of his hands and the tightness in his voice.
“Jacaerys—”
“No!” he interrupts you, “You, you could have been...do you even realise..”
Your eyes widened as he struggled to even breath, huffing for air anxiously. You quickly get up, walking towards him. He's so much inside his head that he doesn't notice your hands coming up his face, slinging through his dark curly hair. An act that slowed and claimed his beating heart down. Your soft palms make contact with both his cheeks, a peaceful shush in your voice and he finally breathes. Properly. He sighed, eyes closing as his hands came up to hold yours.
This, you, him? this felt oddly peaceful. This felt like home. Vermax watches the whole interaction with a quiet huff, turning away back to the pits. You nudge closer towards him, resting your forehead against his. Love. This felt like love. “Promise me” he starts out, his voice low and timid, “promise you will never do that again.” Instead of putting on a fight like you usually do, you nod, gently caressing his cheek. His head leaned further into your touch, putty in your hands.
“I promise.”
That, gives him great relief. “Good.”
Time seems to slow down, Jacaerys could count every freckle on your nose to cheeks, every small cut in between your knuckles or lips, every curve of smile you put on. And all the scents coming from your body that drove him crazy. You notice his lips still trembling, and above your judgement, you decide to kiss it better. He inhales a sharp breath as your lips touch his, but makes no movement to push you away. It's gentle, barely brushing against his. Jacaerys realised how they fit perfectly amidst his, and how much he was craving it all these months until he finally tasted them.
You slowly pull away, hesitantly. His eyes are still closed. Hands crawling up your waist. He speaks again, a whisper almost.
“I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”
He's talking about the library, and you smiled softly, shaking your head.
“It's okay. You can't get rid of me that easily, Jace. Should have known that when you got betrothed to a dornish princess.”
You had already forgiven him. But he didn't want you to. He didn't want to be at your mercy this easily, not when he wasn't able to forgive himself. You, you had crept your way into his heart when he didn't want you to, and now he never wanted to let you go. It was all your fault.
“No I...” he shakes his head, “I never should have said that. Not only because it was so wrong but also because it was completely untrue.” Jacaerys swallows his breath, every bit of him wanted to turn away and never look back, but he couldn't do that. “I have been called names, about my heritage. Ever since I was a child. About my parenting and what not. And it's very...when anyone talks about it, it's like a bandage ripping off a new and fresh wound. No matter how many years pass by, it's still like that for me.”
You nod your head slowly, in understanding. This was raw. He had finally told you one of his darkest parts, his worst fears, and you hadn't run away.
“I understand. I should have never said that. I did not know it was like this for you.” He feels relief in your words.
But there was still something he needed to let out.
“But I...” he didn't know how hard this was for him until he started to actually say it, “I really could never mean it. What I said. Even if you have committed the worst treason or crime, even if you had taken my heart and carved it out, I still wouldn't be able to do one thing that might be even close to harming you. Believe me I have tried. And I have failed.”
He looks away from you, cheeks closing red. Jacaerys had just poured his heart out and gave it to you. But the chances of you, and feeling the same? were very dim. He sees stars when he sees you, what do you see? just him? or even worse? a filth in the name of a true born prince. A gasp leaves his lips as your fingers trace the outlines of his jaw, trailing down to his neck to his chest. You stopped at the red and black three dragons symbol made on the polish cloth he wore.
“Why do you think I agreed to this marriage? not because of this.” you point to the very symbol engraved on his chest, of the house targaryen, “If it was just for this, I certainly would have never.”
He turns his head back to you, confusion in his face. He also feels a bit of guilt in him. At first, he only agreed to this pact because his mother had no choice. Because of your house. Nothing else. And you're saying that his house didn't even matter to you when you agreed to this betrothal? then why? you did not even know what he looked like, and you simply agreed?
“Why then?”
That's the question that's now left in him. Why, if his house and title didn't matter?
“Well,” your lips curl up, a glint in your eyes, as a blush arose your cheeks, “From years I had heard stories of Targaryen princes. How arrogant and unkind they were, your cousins, Aegon and Aemond, well I certainly didn't hear anything good about them. And then you came. The velaryon prince, the son of the realm's delight, born with a kind heart and a fierceness to protect. I knew I had to marry someday, but I only agreed to marry you because I knew—you wouldn't mistreat me. Because I fell in love with the stories of the dark haired prince who had the most beautiful brown eyes ever, who protected his brother when he was a child himself, who stole my heart before he even claimed it.”
Jacaerys doesn't know what to say, his throat falls dry. It doesn't feel real, when he's wanted something so dearly and someone just gives it to him freely; it does not feel real. You do not feel real. But you are. He knows you are when your hands tug at his collar, his face close to you as you pull him towards you and your breath fanning on his cheeks. He knows this is real, and it's better than any dream he's ever had.
“I do not want our marriage to be an unhappy one.”
You say, a plea in your voice.
He smiles, wide. And he doesn't even have to make an effort this time, “For me, the words unhappy and you? well they don't go in the same sentence.”
That seals it for you, he can see that. As you kiss his words, an unspoken understanding and passion in it. Jacaerys realises he could get used to this. Kisses, hugs, reading each other books, waking by the warmth of your body besides his; in fact, there's no one else he'd rather do it by. And nothing he would want more.
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑚:) 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛! 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒.
#house of the dragon#jacaerys velaryon x reader#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys x reader#jacaerys targaryen#jacaerys valaryon x reader#rhaenyra targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon and rhaenyra#rhaenicent#alicent hightower x reader#alicent hightower#aemond targaryen x reader#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon ii targaryen#aemond targaryen#daemon targaryen#prince jacaerys#lucerys velaryon#team black#hotd#hotd edit#harry collett#harry collet x reader#harwin strong x reader#harwin strong#game of thrones x reader#hotd x reader#rhaenyra targaryen#oberyn martell
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[...] the mother, says about her son, "You got his sweet ways" when she sees the same kindness in her son that his father had.
— "Beloved" by Toni Morrison
#yes evertime i look at jace#i see harwin#and i cry again#house of the dragon#hotd#hotdedit#asoiaf#asoifedit#gifset#my gifs#rhaenyra targaryen#rhaewin#harwin strong#rhaenyra x harwin#jacaerys velaryon#hotd season 2#parallels#my edit
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'And... Ser Harwin Strong?'
#house of the dragon#jacaerys velaryon#harwin strong#hotdedit#gotedit#tvedit#scifiedit#fantasyedit#dailyflicks#cinematv#userstream#chewieblog#userines#usermali#userquel#userhella#userzaynab#usersameera#*#HARWIN STRONG MENTION OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD#yeah he loved you so much baby boy :(((((((
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