#[ Jace draws sometimes ]

[jacenotjason]

Hey fuck you *opposite aus your Kevin Short*

Screenshot Redraws:

yes in the opposite au i think it would be funny if Kevin hated his job at first, but then loved it when he realized it wouldn't be boring. he didnt WANT to get a job bc it would be SOOOOO LAME, MANNNNNN!!

but then Chaos happens and hes like holy SHIT this is awesome. and then he gets his :3 mouth

[mxnsterfxckr]

since this textpost was circulating the Starbreaker community I had to bring it to life.

Poor Jace, his loser boyfriend who revived him also can't stop embarrassing him.

[sonasnowdrop]

Drew these yesterday and kinda completely forgot to post lol

Anyway, Azael and Addison are mine but twist and Carmen belong to @jase-is-ace !! I absolutely love their art and ocs and just had to draw them ^_^

[thealphabard]

Dude I don't know. The internet is continuing to be like the actual worst for me as an artist. I love just drawing for me, but I also get excited when people like my work. So when I log into Twitter on my art account and I get 20+ followers of just bots I'm just :( sad

[jacenotjason]

Inhales

WIIIIIIITCH!!!!

WHAT IS THIS SORCERY

This is very off topic, but as someone who mostly does traditional art, how do you always get your art so well lit?? Like, the lighting is always so good and clear and there's zero shadows, what witchcraft r u using??? (I'm sorry if this is a silly question, you're lighting is just very good)

Broooo

Shout outs to @dismissivedestroyer for teaching me this magic

If you're takin pics with a phone, use a scanner app

There are plenty on the app store for free.

Here's the difference it makes

Fucking game changer bro istg

[writtenapoiogy]

consumed by flames; jacaerys velaryon

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x f!reader

summary: bathtub funtime 18+

word count: 2.0k

warnings: nsfw. 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, porn w lil plot, bathtub sex, jacaerys is a pleaser, jacaerys loves wife!reader and creating heirs, fingering, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, slight a little more than slight choking, breeding kink, slight dirty talk.

a/n: briefly proofread yet again it is 1am almost 2 and i've been up since 5am yesterday but i had to get this out 😁

You and Jace had just come back from a ride on Vermax. After the war, life on Dragonstone had been peaceful for a short while. Sometimes you wish you and Jace could lock yourselves away at Dragonstone and just kick everyone else out. That sadly, was not possible.

It had been a couple of months since Queen Rhaenyra took her rightful seat on the Iron Throne.

Which means the two of you were also still newlyweds.

Due to the war, You and Jacaerys had to wait to wed, which was dreadful for both parties. Once Rhaenyra had her coronation your wedding ceremony soon took place.

Within the two months since You and Jacaerys spent half that time at the Red Keep enjoying the celebrations and helping get Jace’s younger siblings settled in.

Nearly every day following your wedding, you and your husband had laid together. Every time better than the last.

You and Jacaerys had only been back at Dragonstone for roughly two weeks. The first week was spent wrapped in each other’s warmth. The smells of sex never leaving your chambers. Jacaerys was a man on a mission. He constantly wanted to please you. Teasing you till he knew he was the only one that could satisfy you the way you craved.

After that pleasure-filled week, everything sort of died down. You and Jace had been busy with the tasks of being the Prince and Princess of Dragonstone. A weight you were not expecting to be hit with.

Your handmaiden had drawn you a bath to rid you of the sweat and scent of smoke that seeped into your skin. You were about to take off your robe and step into the hot water when your husband walked through the door.

“Jacaerys?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you took in your husband clad in a robe. “My husband, if you also wish to bathe I am sure we can get someone to draw you one aswell.”

It just dawned on you that this was the first time You and Jace had been alone in almost a week. Alone. Alone without one or the other being asleep. The stresses and demands of the day taking a toll on one of you or, sometimes, both of you.

“I do not wish to bathe alone.” He glided over to you and began to untie your robe. “I do miss my wife.”

Jacaerys ran his hands down your sternum after loosening the knot. You took a deep inhale feeling his fiery touch against your ice-cold skin.

“I keep my bath water quite scalding, my love. I do not wish to harm your skin.”

Jacaerys looked at you with a smirk. “You know the words of House Targaryen. I am Fire and Blood. Warm water will not harm me.”

Jacaerys was right about one thing. He was Fire and Blood. Everything he did set you ablaze. From the way he spoke to the way he looked at you. Oh, gods, and his touch. It was like his hands were made of molten lava. A beautiful contrast to your frigid skin. His warmness brought a sense of comfort to you.

“How could I forget.”

Jace’s lip twitched into a smile. He loved you with his entire being. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky. He placed his lips on yours in a sweet soft kiss. “Let me help wash you.” He spoke against your lips

“As you wish, my prince.” You stole another kiss from him. Missing his soft lips.

He pushed your robe off your shoulders and watched it cascade to the floor. You breathe in a sharp inhale as your body gets overtaken by the chill in the air. Your nipples harden and Jace cannot take his eyes off of them, even if he tried.

He offers his hand and you gladly take it. He walked you over to the tub not letting go till you had both of your feet in the water. Jace went to grab the new lavender soap that was imported specifically at your request.

As he walked back towards you, you couldn’t help but notice the tent in his robe. Seeing that made you feel an ache deep inside of you. An emptiness that you need to be filled.

“Just lean back, let me take care of you my sweet.”

Jacaerys wet the bar of soap and lathered it onto his hands. The sweet and calm scent engulfed his sense of smell. He set the soap down and began washing you. He started at your neck and shoulders slowly and firmly massaging the soap into your skin

He did this across the entirety of your body. Jace’s touch brought your body aflame. He was avoiding the parts of you that craved his touch, intensely. You let out a low whine when his hands ran down your side lightly passing over the sides of your breasts. The slightest brush and this man had your body consumed by flames.

You heard a light chuckle from behind you. “Do you find something amusing, Husband?”

Jacaerys shook his head, “Not at all.” He placed a wet kiss on your neck, inhaling your lavender-infused skin. He ran his hands back up and cupped your breasts this time, you couldn’t help but moan.

“Jacaerys…”

And his hands went back down this time spreading your legs apart and you felt the air leave your lungs.

“Jacaerys..”

He was dragging his hands close to your heat. It was right there. And just when you thought he was going to help dull this ache, he withdrew his hands, again.

“Jace, please. You know what I crave. Why are you withholding it from me.”

“Because it is fun.”

You could feel his sly smirk against your neck.

“Say please.” He demanded, his hands cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples. He was making it incredibly hard to focus on anything.

“Plea-.”

“In High Valyrian.”

He had been getting you to learn High Valyrian. Something about you knowing his mother tongue made him swell with pride. It made him feel as though it would make your family stronger once you have children.

Also, he found it very very hot.

“Kostilus.”

“Hmm, that’s my girl.” Jacaerys brought one hand to your cheek turning your face to his, to take your lips in a fiery heat.

As soon as his mouth hit yours, your own fell agape. You craned your neck desperately wanting to feel his tongue against yours. Oh, how you both missed this. Feeling so needy for each other. Your tongues lapped at the other. You let out whines and whimpers into his mouth.

His right hand stopped toying with your nipples and slid down to your core. Jace rubbed light circles against your clit, eliciting a moan from deep inside your chest. His hand that was on your cheeky slowly slid down your throat till he wrapped his long fingers around it. This made you break away from the kiss. His amber eyes had such a dark look in them. As if you too lit him aflame.

Feeling him around you like this made you dizzy. Engulfed in his smell. In his heat. The fire in his blood.

When Jace thought you had had enough torture he slid two digits into your entrance, making you gasp at the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck, Jace.” Your head lulled back onto his shoulder. You kept eye contact with him. Jace felt some precome leak from his throbbing cock as he looked at you like this. Spread out for him. Slowly grinding your hips down on his fingers. He added a bit more pressure around your neck. Watching as your mouth fell open, you tried to get some more air in your lungs. Solely depending on him for your air, for your desires, for everything.

He kept pumping his fingers into you a such a slow murderous pace. You don’t know how he does it but he had you shaking on the verge of your climax in mere minutes. You were squirming, moaning his name and a litany of curses. You pulled your hand out of the bath water and threw it into his curls. A guttural moan left your lips when the pads of his fingers hit that soft spot deep inside of you.

You came around his fingers with a deep mewl gripping and pulling his hair in the process. The act caused him to whine in your ear. It had been too long. He kept pumping his fingers into you bringing you down from your high. He removed his other hand from your neck and was rubbing you anywhere his hand could reach as he whispered in your ear in High Valyrian. Telling you how good you did.

Somehow in your daze, you understood him.“Get in here with me, please. I wish to feel your skin against mine.” You breathed.

Jacaerys is quick to shed his robe. He pushed you forward slightly and climbed in right behind you. He situated you so that he was able to rub his cock threw your folds. Your chest pressed against his back. You sigh at the feeling of his warm body against yours.

You began to rock your hips, feeling his cock rub through your slit with ease. You heard him breathing heavily in your ear.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You tried to speak and tell him how desperately you craved for him to be inside of you. But all you could do was babble. The sensation of his tip as it hit your clit over and over again.

“I know, you do not have to say it. Gods, I know.” Jace lifted you up just enough to position himself at your entrance. He swiftly wrapped his left around around you and slowly eased you onto his cock.

You both gasp when he’s fully seated within you. The head of his cock mushed against that spot again. He somehow always knew how to get to it. Jacaerys, with one hand on your ass cheek and his other wrapped around you, slowly lifted you before he slammed you back down on him. A whimper left your lips, your hands flew to the sides of the bath to prepare yourself for his onslaught.

Even when he was going harder or faster he still managed to fuck you with so much love and tenderness.

Jace began slow. Let you get used to him inside of you again. His pace, which quickened by his third deep thrust, had you saying his name in a tantalizing prayer. He kept going constantly hitting your gspot over and over again. The repetition. The mere torture against your most sensitive spot had you reeling.

Water splashing.

You two moaning each other’s names.

And the smell of lavender and sex was all-consuming to the both of you.

You didn’t know what kind of sounds were leaving your mouth nor did you care. Right now all you cared about was that your sweet husband was finally back inside of you. Pleasing you the way you loved. The way he always does.

Your hips bounced with his movements out of pure instinct. “Jacaerys. Please.” You didn’t even know what you were pleading for at this point. But he did. He coaxed you into your second climax of the night. This one hit you hard. Drenching him in your release. You could feel yourself pulsating around his cock. Begging him to come inside of you over and over again.

Jace groaned at the sensation of you coming around him. “Oh you’re gonna look so perfect when my seed takes. When you get all plump from having our heir inside of you.” He kept pumping into you. His thrusts now getting erratic.

“Yes, Gods, please.” You said in a satisfied gasp.

Even his seed was hot. As he came inside of you, you felt his searing essence flow into your cunt. You bore yourself down on him. You wanted nothing more than to keep all of him come inside of you. You wanted to give him an heir. You needed it. You needed his seed to take. The thought of you carrying his child mixed with the feeling of his come leaking out of you had you coming again.

“Fuck.” Jacaerys leaned his forehead against your back as he caught his breath. “We should take more baths together.”

You chuckle, “Oh but how will we ever keep clean, my prince.”

[jacenotjason]

The Working Dead

[maidragoste]

hiii can i request a jace velaryon x reader where they are betrothed and jace is head over heels for her but she doesn’t want to get married because she knows it’s a political marriage and she doesn’t think jace likes her because he avoids her (not really “avoids” but tries to keep distance by ending convos quickly or not sitting next to her during mealtimes etc) due to his crush and being nervous around her.

ps. i’m so sorry for you loss, my cats are my babies so i am sending you an extra tight hug :(

Hi, anon, thank you very much for your message 🫂🫂 I hope you are well 💖💖

I'm sorry it took me so long to finish your request but I hope you like the result 🥰🥰

As I always say, likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated because they motivate me to keep writing 🤭💖💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

To say that you are excited about your engagement would be a lie.

Well, actually, at first you were, after all, every girl's dream was to marry a prince. But any fantasy of a loving marriage was put to rest with your fiancé's attitude.

Jacaerys Velaryon is not a bad man, he is not rude or treats you badly. But he clearly doesn't like you. Every time you try to have a conversation with the prince he finds a way to excuse himself to quickly end any interaction with you. When he arrives after you to the dining room and you smile at him giving him a clear invitation to sit next to you, you always end up disappointed because he is going to sit next to his brothers. But you never felt so humiliated as right now. You thought he would ask you to dance, you were sure he was watching you from the other side of the room and when you saw that Prince Aegon, King Viserys' son, gave him a push towards where you were sitting you thought it was to encourage him to ask you to dance, but when Jacaerys approached instead of offering you his hand he gave it to Baela, who was sitting next to you. You stared at your lap feeling deeply embarrassed and wishing to go home.

Maybe the problem was that Jacaerys wanted a Valyrian bride and instead, he had to settle for you, a noble girl without a dragon or violet eyes. But if that was the reason why Jacaerys wasn't even forcing himself to make this not just a political marriage then you thought he was a fool.

You wanted the party to end so you could go to your chambers and write to your mother to beg her to convince your father to break off the engagement. You didn’t want to marry Jacaerys.

“Will you dance with me?”

You raised your eyes from your lap to see Aegon Targaryen, your fiancé’s younger brother. You felt mortified, you must have been such a pitiful sight that the kid decided to take pity on you and put you out of your misery.

“It would be an honor my prince” You took a while to reply but Aegon never got nervous, in fact, he seemed sure that you wouldn’t refuse him.

The little prince led you to the dance floor like a good gentleman and the two of you began to dance. You honestly thought that he would at least step on you by accident once but the truth is that he dances very well.

“My brother can be quite a fool sometimes,” Aegon said, drawing your full attention, and if you weren’t already so upset with Jacaerys, then you would have told him he shouldn’t talk about his own brother like that. “I think he acts like that with you because you make him nervous.”

“That sounds foolish,” you said, not allowing yourself to have any hope that your possible future brother-in-law is right.

“I told you, he’s a fool,” he said with a small smile before spinning you around.

You were shocked when you finished spinning and found that your new dance partner was none other than your headache: your fiancé. You tried hard not to feel anything when his hand took yours and his other hand placed itself on your hip.

“You look beautiful,” Jacaerys said, surprising them both because he hadn’t planned to say that out loud. “It’s not that you didn’t look beautiful the other days, you always look beautiful,” he quickly clarified, afraid that he had offended you unintentionally when he saw that you remained silent.

You bit your lip, trying not to smile when you noticed his nerves. Maybe Prince Aegon was right.

“Thank you, my prince. It’s good to know that you don’t displeasure me.”

“Displeasure me? “Why would you think I displeasure you?” His pretty brown eyes looked at you distraught.

“Because you don’t spend time with me,” you answered obviously. “You seem to prefer being anywhere than being with me. It’s a miracle that you’re dancing with me right now.” There was no harshness in your tone but Jacaerys still felt embarrassed. “You know your brother told me something interesting, I’d like to know if he’s right or wrong,” you said, drawing the prince’s attention.

“What did Aegon say to you?”

“He told me that I make you nervous and that's why you avoid me,” you replied cheekily and watched with delight as a slight blush appeared on his face upon being discovered.

“I am so sorry, my lady."I shouldn't have had such a shameful attitude,” he apologized, realizing that because of his nerves, he had given you the wrong idea. It had never been his intention to make you think he didn’t like you.

“I will not accept your apology,” your words were like a slap to him and he couldn’t help but tense up. You weren’t even married and he already managed to upset you. “At least until I see your change of attitude,” you declared and felt excited as you saw his eyes fill with determination. Suddenly he seemed to have gained confidence.

"I'll do it. I will reward you,” Jacaerys promised, determined to be a better fiancé and not disappoint you again. He wanted to lay the groundwork for a good marriage with you.

“I can’t wait to see that,” you smiled, and he quickly returned your smile, feeling happy that you were willing to give him another chance.

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[justanothervigalanty]

things batmom did for her kid’s when they were younger and they still think about! (The robins)

(All art is mine)

Dick

-remodelled his intier room after he mentioned at dinner he missed being able to practise his acrobatics right in tents and not having to ask you to drive him two an hour away gym, so when he was at school you put up some silks, a hoop, mats on the ground just to be safe, but his favourite thing was the flying Grayson’s poster you put above his bed.

-sat down with him for 10 minutes before bed and helped him learn some words from the English dictionary and you always helped with English (as he constantly struggled and still asks for help sometimes reading some emails).

-forced asked Bruce to bye a small motorbike jacket and helmet so you could take dick out on your one from when you were a young adult that you saw him watching as you fixed the engine, Bruce complimented and dick got a bright blue jacket and navy helmet that you wrote dick Grayson on and dick put his painted hand print on the back, (you still have it!).

Jason

-simply hugging him after he started crying and repeatedly apologising after he accidentally called you mom (which turned into ma later on) for the first time, he thought you would get mad but you told him he could call you mom or y/n you didn’t mind only if he wanted to though. -you took him to the library every Monday afternoon, after he told you he wanted to learn how to read better so he wouldn’t be behind when he started school

-You again forced polity asked for another motorbike helmet because Jason had seen your bike in the garage this is how it went:

“Don’t we have a child’s halmet?” “Not for Jace we don’t.” “Why can’t he have Richard’s old one?” “Number one Jace likes red not blue, number two i have had enough of Jason having the second hand treatment, number 3 call him by his nickname you know dick hate’s it when you call him that.” “Fine” “Yay, thanks babe” “You are a child.” “Say that again you’ll be on the couch tonight!” (From out the room)

so yea Jason got his own red version off the helmet. (You still havethis one two, right next to dick’s on a shelf)

Tim

-this one is very simple but it means a lot to Tim. You and Bruce had been arguing a lot after Jason’s death and one night you took Tim and when out to coffee shop. You just didn’t want to be around Bruce and we’re not about to leave another one of your sons with him. Well you and Tim spent around 3 hours at the coffee place and during those 3 hours Tim asked if Jason would hate him for replacing him. So you spent the next 2 and a half hours talking about how Jason would off loved Tim or how Tim was his own person or reassuring him that he wasn’t the cause for all the arguments or that dick would come around eventually but was still hurting really badly after Jason died.

-you were the first person Tim came out to saying he had a crush on kon’al Kent or when kon asked him out he asked your opinion for everything! What to wear, how to act, what to say. Everything!

Damian (I can’t draw Damian 🥲 so I found this)

-Damian din’t like you at all so when you learn Aribic he was shocked to hear *good morning* come from your mouth he was surprised! You did this for 2 things. 1 two help Damian feel more comfortable and 2 so you could cuss out talia for sleeping with Bruce.

-you had some fencing equipment put out so Damian wouldn’t continue to butcher your lawn. (The poor bushes)

-you yelled at talia multiple times for miss treating YOUR son badly.

-and you helped dick bye Damian bat cow

[vividxpages]

˖𓍢ִ໋֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ being Jace’s mirrorball love ˚ ˖𓍢ִִ໋🦢˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.

being his everything and everyone knowing it. sometimes forgetting the whole world around him because he simply cannot look away from you, wherever you are. frequently stopping in the middle of a sentence, his eyes becoming dazed as he watches you laugh across the room. always gravitating towards you, always wanting to hold your hand and show his family you belong with him. his fingertips itching to reach out and touch the ribbon in your hair, the jewelry he gifted you resting on your collarbone, the promise ring he gave you for your birthday. playing with your fingers in the car or twirling your hair around his finger when you’re hugging. so many cuddle sessions in his room, the blinds either completely closed and enveloping you in darkness or windows thrown wide open, the afternoon sun warming your entangled legs. his thigh between your legs, his face buried in your neck and his calm breath ghosting over your neck. falling asleep with each other, hearts beating in sync. whispering ‘i love you’ into your ear over and over again, as if it’s a secret and he’s not proving it to you every day. knuckles kisses and cupping your cheek in his slender hands like you’re the most precious thing. to him, you are, and he doesn’t care that his brother and mom are teasing him about it. sweet sleepovers and baking cookies together and promising you’ll behave. ending up making out on his bed anyways, his laptop with the movie long forgotten next to you. slow kisses and low moans that leave you both breathless. the little mirrorball you once hung over his bed illuminating your curves and edges to him, his eyes sparkling as he admires you, first with his eyes, then with his body. sinking into his pillows that smell like you and whimpering as he slowly draws star constellations on you, spelling out his name on you with his tongue. bursting into a field of stars as his mouth and fingers take you apart, layer by layer. looking deeply into each other’s eyes when he finally slides home and makes you his all over again, his thrust agonizingly slow and tender. listening to his little whimpers adoringly. brushing the little concentrated frown away from his forehead with your thumb, caressing his beautiful face when he begins to shake and lose his strength on top of you, jaw slack and eyes so full with love. gladly welcoming him into your arms when he does collapse at the end and brushing through his curls as you both calm down and catch your breath. the mirrorball dancing over your naked silhouettes…………

(inspired by "mirrorball" by Taylor Swift. they are also slow dancing to this song, thank you.)

[axelsagewrites]

How They React to Your Period

Includes: Aemond, Aegon, Jace, Cregan, Luke

Word count: 1073

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Aemond

Aemond had no time for anyone’s short comings, emotions, or excuses as he saw them however when it came to you, he would bend over backwards to make you comfortable especially during your bloods. despite it being a perfectly normal thing for women to deal with Aemond would send for the maesters each month to make sure you had enough herbs and medicines to avoid any pain.

when he felt the maesters were not taking your pain seriously enough not only would he threaten them, but he would send out words to track down the best female healer in Kingslanding and have her personally tend to you and your ailments. he could sometimes be too clinical about your bloods and would be caught off guard by your tears or anger as he could barely regulate his own emotions let alone his own, but he always tried.

when the female healer told him sex was something that could help alleviate your monthly pains, he was apprehensive at first however he never expected it to be something that almost turned him on. unlike some other men he did not run away from your touch during your blood but instead found it as an exciting change and the pain relief for you just made it all the better.

Aegon

Aegon was not sure why his betrothed would almost avoid him once a month for days before acting like nothing had happened. At first, he got quite concerned, wondering if you were growing bored of him as the few times, he saw you during this time you would be quite tired or short with him at points. after a few months he became used to your routine but could never quite understand.

he noticed he could coax you out your chambers with the promise of cakes and sweet wines. he would offer to take you riding with sunfyre to almost lift your spirits and when you did take him up on the offer, he noticed how protective he was of you. it wasn’t until the week after your wedding when he woke in a panic at the blood-stained sheets did, he learn why once a month you had been avoiding him.

Aegon was horrified at the idea of the red flower blooming, declaring the gods were twisted for making you bleed with no reward. he became extremely sympathetic, showering you with sweets and cakes during your time of the month and would excuse himself from his duties early to curl up in bed with you. he was also very upset his mother had never prepared him for this and apologised for thinking you were being dramatic or distant.

Jace

Jace had been taught all there was to know about a woman’s bloods. his mother had insisted when he went through his own change, he learn what his future wife would have to endure. this made Jace a very welcome presence during your monthly visits. it was something you were extremely thankful Rhaenyra had taught him.

when your time came, he was always prepared and would send for a bath to be drawn each day so you could feel your best. if it came unexpectedly, he would have spare sheets stashed under your bed so he could quickly change them without you needing to wait for a servant to come in the middle of the night. he would also make sure to speak with the kitchen the week before to ensure they were stocked on your favourites.

Jace secretly enjoyed this time since you would often turn to him for comfort in the form of cuddles and napping on his chest, a sight he loved to see. he would draw the curtains and leave only the fire flickering while he pulled you under the furs, wrapping his arms around you tightly and showing you with kind words.

Cregan

Cregan gets a bit caught off guard when you discuss your blood with him. while you are both used to being open and at time blunt, he is used to men and the men in Winterfell simply do not discuss this issue. the man most would consider something to fear would soon become squeamish when you had to explain to him what it was you endured.

he did his best not to show his confusion and always tried to comfort you through it. he was apprehensive at first of you doing things during your bloods. he would offer to let you skip out on any duties and lay in bed, but you had to inform him that most women don’t get a break despite their bloods, and he struggled to understand how woman could work while they had their bloods.

Cregan would eventually learn how to help you and anything you asked him for he would retrieve. he surprised you one late evening by guiding you out to the godswood in the biting cold and leading you to a hot spring that often went unnoticed by anyone who did not grow up in the castle. as it turns out the hot springs in Winterfell are one of the best solvers of the flower’s discomforts.

Luke

Luke is just confused. he doesn’t understand why his betrothed keeps crying until he gives her his lemon tart out of concern. he doesn’t understand why the thought of an untamed dragon would make you tear up in fear it would become lonely. he doesn’t understand why you became extra touchy and clingy only to push him away a moment later.

when he asked his elder brother about your behaviour, he was promptly whisked to his mothers’ chambers to learn all there was to know about the red flower. and he was horrified. Luke came up to you after learning about it, pale faced and sweaty, to ask how it was you coped with bleeding for so long.

after a few jokes at his expense and him genuinely trying to learn he soon learned not to take your attitude during this time to heart. instead, Luke began to send small gifts to your chambers during this time. a rose, a heart shaped rock, a necklace, cakes, bread made into your house sigil. he had no clue what he was doing but he would always try his best to help, and gods help anyone who made a joke about a woman’s blood in front of him since he would turn feral as he defended you.

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[jacenotjason]

I GOT THIS ONE

Litol baby Ross with a lil Shinx,,,,

[flamingtwiggy]

HoTD ABOverse Jacegan-centric fic idea.

I cannot write a full fanfic for the life of me because my grammar is shit and there’d be so much repetition, and I don’t want to give out crap. But I’ll share this idea out because I want it out of my head.

(Notable) Alphas:

Viserys I Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Harwin Strong

Daemon Targaryen

Cregan Stark (b. 108 AC; presented at age 11)

Rhaenys Targaryen

Baela Targaryen (b. 116 AC; presented at age 12)

Aegon II Targaryen (b. 106 AC; presented at age 12)

Aemond Targeryen (b. 110 AC; presented at age 10)

Joffrey Targaryen (b. 117 AC; presented at age 12)

(Notable) Betas:

Corlys Velaryon

Laenor Velaryon

Criston Cole

Otto Hightower

Larys Strong

(Notable) Omegas:

Alicent Hightower

Helaena Targaryen (b. 109 AC; presented at age 10)

Daeron Targaryen (b. 114 AC; presented at age 12)

Jacaerys Targaryen-Strong (b. late 114 AC; presented at age 14)

Lucerys Velaryon (b. late 115 AC; presented at age 15)

Laena Velaryon

Rhaena Targaryen (b. 116 AC; presented at age 12)

Arra Norrey (b. ~116 AC; Cregan Stark’s first mate; presented at age 10)

Unpresented (because they’re children):

Viserys II Targaryen

Aegon III Targaryen

Jaehaerys Targaryen

Jaehaera Targaryen

Rickon Stark

Valyrian Alphas and Omegas are rare, a class where the old Valyrians would (with magic at the time) change their sexes accordingly to match the ideal parts of their presentation (Alphas with cocks, Omegas with cunts). The change is most painful for a male Valyrian Omega, as it often involves castration and months-long process of the body developing a womb and vaginal productive system. The change often made it easier for male omegas to handle birthing, and for female alphas to bond with and mate male omegas.

Jacaerys is a Valyrian Omega. He spent nearly half a year a-bed during his presentation.

Baela is a Valyrian Alpha, Daemon’s particular pride and joy.

Alpha-Omega relationships are most ideal, as well as Alpha-Alpha. Omega-Omega is not common. The only pairing that is subject to criticism and often humiliation is Beta-Omega.

True or Fated bond mates exist, but are rarely encountered (among high-folk mostly because arranged marriages and such). Characterized by an irresistible draw to each other, and the inability to mate with any other if they’ve met their fated mate. Any pre-existing bonds are often rejected and dissolved (by magic ABO happenings). Cregan and Jacaerys are one such pair, of course.

Side note: I cannot believe that while looking up when all the characters were born, that Arra Norrey was apparently born sometime before 116 AC. Jacaerys was born late 114 AC, so if we go by that reference of age, Arra may have been a child bride. Then again, she was said to be Cregan’s childhood best friend, and Cregan is about 6 years older than Jace.

Also, these ages are so screwed, it’s a whole mental map trying to set everything so they don’t conflict with times and each other ages. :P Also show timeline does not match book timeline, so that adds another hiccup. At this point, I’m basically mix-and-matching.

Basic Plot Points:

What if Rhaenyra did worry about what her first pregnancy with Harwin’s child that resulted in Jace, about his looks? And she grew so worried and disappointed when he did inherit Harwin’s colorings that she gave him away out of desperation.

A few days after Jacaerys’ birth, when rumors grew of Rhaenyra’s infidelity to Laenor, Rhaenyra arranged to have Jacaerys “kidnapped” or “killed” and one of her ladies-in-waiting took the babe away from the Keep and gave him to a random woman on the street, who turned out to be one of the whores of the Street of Silk. Could be Mysaria. Vermax had hatched and bonded with Jace, so Mysaria is stuck with a baby and his dragon.

Despite her disapproval of Rhaenyra’s affair with Harwin Strong resulting in a child, Alicent found it more insulting and repulsive that Rhaenyra obviously arranged the disappearance of her first-born. It grew more bothersome when Rhaenyra continued the affair and produced Lucerys and Joffrey, and kept them to avoid anymore suspicion that she was getting rid of her bastards. Rhaenyra was also weighed with the guilt of giving away her first baby boy, and heavily regretted it after experiencing the joys of motherhood with Lucerys.

Time skips galore to Laena’s death and funeral, where Aemond bonds with Vhagar. On the joy ride that is his first flight, he encounters Jace riding Vermax, but he doesn’t get to speak with him. He doesn’t mention the encounter to anyone, especially after Lucerys, Baela, and Rhaena confronted him about Vhagar and he loses his eye. When he’s better, he investigates Jace and Vermax, and they become close friends over a few weeks. Aemond is the one to teach Jacaerys High Valyrian, starting with basic dragon commands.

Alicent eventually finds out about Jacaerys and his parentage, she and Otto resolve to foster him in the Keep, to one day use to their advantage. They manage to manipulate a sickly Viserys into legitimizing Jacaerys as a Targaryen and Lord Strong of Harrenhal, all while keeping the news from reaching Rhaenyra on Dragonstone. This is around 126 AC.

(Current) Titles:

Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, Lord Strong of Harrenhal

Prince Lucerys Velaryon, Heir to Dragonstone

Prince Joffrey Velaryon, Heir to Driftmark

Lady Baela Targaryen

Lady Rhaena Targaryen

Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell

According to the timeline I set, it should be about 128 AC when Jacaerys presents as an omega while he is living at and helping restore Harrenhal. Upon receiving a raven about his falling ill while presenting and 3 months passing since Jacaerys last was conscious, Aemond took residence at Harrenhal and vigilantly protected him. This is also the year that Arra Norrey canonically dies while giving birth to Rickon Stark.

Baela and Rhaena present in 128 AC as well.

Around 129-130 AC, Lucerys Velaryon presents as an omega, and Joffrey as an alpha. Viserys hosts a tourney in their honor, celebrating the presentation of his favored grandchildren (miffing Alicent as there was no such celebration held for her own children). Rhaenyra and Daemon convince Viserys to invite among the lords, Cregan Stark, after learning of his recent widowing in the hopes that they can secure an alliance with the North by betrothing Lucerys to Cregan.

The hosts traveling from the North are welcomed midway at a near-completely renovated Harrenhal by Jacaerys and Aemond. They spend a day resting, and those who do not wish to rest are invited to join a small hunting party with Jacaerys leading. Vermax is about as big as Syrax, having grown more free-range at Harrenhal than most dragons. Jacaerys bonds with many of the knights and lords in the hunting party, but gets along the most with Cregan.

Upon arriving at King’s Landing, the host of Harrenhal, including Aemond and Jacaerys, accompany that of the houses of the North. Jacaerys and Aemond are the last announced after Cregan Stark, having landed Vhagar and Vermax together on the beach, and this is the first time Rhaenyra hears of Jacaerys.

Jacaerys knows that Rhaenyra is his mother, and he holds resentment towards her. At some point during the festivities, he publicly or privately confronts Rhaenyra with the show!canon monologue:

“Did you think I would have dark hair? When you took Harwin Strong into your bed, did you think I might favor him, or did it not cross your mind?”

Rhaenyra attempts to calm him and show that she regrets her past decision heavily, but Jacaerys cannot forgive her for the years of anguish he went through without his true mother. Much of his resentment lies in that after abandoning him, she went on to have two more children just like him.

Meanwhile, Lucerys attempts to bond with Cregan, driven by Daemon and Rhaenyra’s suggestion for him to consider the Lord of Winterfell as a possible mate. He is constantly in the company of Baela, Rhaena, and Joffrey as they observe all the knights and lords. Daeron Targaryen is also present, and he is Lucerys’ rival for Cregan Stark’s attentions.

The relationship between Jacaerys and Lucerys is bitter. Lucerys sees Jacaerys as a threat to him in every facet of his life, and he cannot believe that Jacaerys may be his older brother who his mother abandoned. Jace being legitimized as the son of Rhaenyra and Harwin poses a threat to Lucerys and Joffrey, as it casts a heavier shadow onto the boys. And Rhaenyra refuses to publicly acknowledge Jacaerys as her own at the expense of Lucerys and Joffrey. As a result, he is antagonistic towards Jace, and his closest friends Baela, Rhaena, and Joffrey support him. He is also slightly scared of Jace because wherever he is, Aemond is sure to be close by.

Daeron and Jacaerys aren’t necessarily friends as Jace is with the rest of Daeron’s siblings, but they aren’t “enemies” like Luke and Jace. He manages to spy upon Cregan and Jace, and realizes that he and Lucerys have no chance at Cregan, so he backs off seriously considering him as a mate. He does continue to rile Lucerys up with taunts, because he finds it funny and cute, in an odd way.

The highlight of the tourney is the crowning of the Queen of Love and Beauty, which is an honor for the tourney champion to bestow to a lady or omega of their choosing. Despite being a lord, Cregan is known as one of the best swordsman of Westeros, therefore his participation is expected. It becomes rumored to all attending that either Prince Lucerys Velaryon or Prince Daeron Targaryen are expectant to be crowned by the lord, and their respective mothers Rhaenyra and Alicent may betroth their omega son to the lord as a result. It comes as a surprise to most of the royal family when Cregan crowns Prince Jacaerys instead (except for Aemond and Helaena because they are his closest friends, and Helaena could sort of tell with her dream-seer powers; Aegon bluntly states that it was obvious to anyone not lovesick for Stark).

Cregan officially courts Jacaerys, and they decide to marry/mate any or all of three ways: by the Old Gods, respecting Cregan’s heritage; the Faith of the Seven, respecting Jacaerys’ beliefs; and the Old Valyrian tradition, respecting Jacaerys’ heritage as a Targaryen.

Side note: An alternative and more dramatic take to this is Daemon and Rhaenyra successfully arranging with Viserys for Cregan to mate with Lucerys after the tourney, but frustrated and driven to his wits end, Cregan mates Jacaerys under the Weirwood tree the night before the last day of the tourney, during a feast/dance. Rhaenyra tries to resolve this by proposing Cregan follow Aegon I’s example and mate Lucerys for duty while keeping Jacaerys for love. The issue is that once an alpha takes his true omega, attempting to claim another tends to get rather bloody. Historically, most alphas or omegas tend to be torn apart by both the alpha and their true mate if they try. And also, Cregan did not want to have two or more mates. As he tells Rhaenyra “You would submit your son to an empty life. I would never love him as I love my Prince Jacaerys. I would never bed him, not even for duty. He would waste away in the cold of the North, constantly longing for a better life til his dying day.”

A couple of tiny and side moments:

Jacaerys and Mysaria being mother and son, because she raised him for a bit before he was discovered by Alicent.

Jacaerys wears some extravagant and more…revealing outfits than in the show. May be influenced by being raised in a brothel house…also he is an omega so they do have a bit more freedom in dressing pretty. Jacaerys is a very beautiful omega, basically.

Cregan and Jace have some training battles, because Jace is also a fighter and a Lord, so he must know how to fight. Cregan appreciates that Jacaerys is not a dainty and demure omega; he proves to have a raging fire that can conquer the coldest of winters in the North.

Jace and Daemon do not like each other. Daemon despises Jace’s very existence because his position threatens Rhaenyra’s claim as well as their little peace. And he gets in the way of everything. And the Strong host just loves messing with Daemon and humbling, as is show canon. Simon Strong is definitely with Jacaerys the entire time of the tourney.

Jace and Baela would’ve definitely been betrothed were they not sort of enemies on circumstance. However, my stance on incest is that I don’t support it, not even slightly. So I don’t see any potential for a threesome between Jace, Baela, and Cregan.

Sara Snow may be a part of Cregan’s party in tourney, if she’s not taking care of Rickon in the North. And if she is, Cregan asked her to craft the crown of flowers that he gives to Jace. It’s this crown of flowers that has all the omegas and ladies attending the tourney bumbling with excitement that they might be on the receiving end of it.

Corlys and Rhaenys become more upset at the evidence that Jacaerys, and by extension Lucerys and Joffrey, are not true Velaryons. Rhaenys always firmly believed Rhaenyra got rid of Jacaerys because he was not Laenor’s, so when it was officially announced, she was done. The only saving grace is that Baela and Rhaena are definitely Laena’s, and they may or may not be betrothed to Lucerys and Joffrey respectively…

Lucerys eventually accepts that his mother screwed them all over and sowed the seeds they reap. Moreover, he reconciles with Jacaerys and learns how to be a younger brother. Aemond still creeps him out by lurking in the shadows.

End Notes:

I am not TG, and I do cast a dark light on Rhaenyra and Lucerys especially with this narrative, but I needed some drama with it. Anyways, I’m glad I could blurb this out to stop thinking about it so much. Sorry I won’t be writing a full fic to anyone who would be interested in reading it.

[spiiicysoda]

King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. its jace and i would like to briefly explain my idea of the background: in middle age monarchs were deeply connected to the religion and church. targaryens are the part of the faith of the seven and the main symbols of this religion are:

The Father: represents divine justice, and judges the souls of the dead.

The Mother: represents mercy, peace, fertility, and childbirth. She is sometimes referred to as "the strength of women".

The Maiden: represents purity, innocence, love, and beauty.

The Crone: represents wisdom and foresight. She is represented carrying a lantern.

The Warrior: represents strength and courage in battle.

The Smith: represents creation and craftsmanship.

The Stranger: represents death and the unknown. It is rarely prayed to.

in my drawing skeleton arms are the Stranger, hand with lily represents the Maiden, hand with hammer - the Smith, two hands above head - the Father, with sword - the warrior, the one with heart and wheat - the Mother (sometimes people pray to her to bless the harvest), and the hand with light is the Crone (usually she is depicted with lantern but it wasn't suited here lol)

[jacenotjason]

hey that guy looks familiar

PAINTGUN WEDDING!!

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[kckt88]

The Lost Dragon II - Counterblow

Summary:

Aemond struggles with his actions and Rhaenyra recieves word of her daughter.

Warning(s): Flashback of Memories, Obsessive Thoughts, Remorse, Imprisonment, Angst, Threats.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 3055

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

‘No, no, no-Vhagar no- Daor. Serve me Vhagar-No. Dohaerās, Vhagar!’

But it was no use, she wouldn’t listen. Even as he desperately pulled on her reins.

Vaelys’ scream of terror as Vhagar lurched through the clouds and enclosed her gargantuan jaws around the younger and much smaller dragon.

The young dragon surely knew her life was forfeit, but in a desperate last ditch attempt to save the life of her rider, the dragon rolled to the side and as Vhagar’s teeth embedded in her flesh, severing the straps of the saddle, she used the last ebbs of her life to throw her rider from her back.

This wasn’t what he wanted.

His heart pounding furiously in his chest as he watched Vaelys plummet through the darkened sky.

Pieces of her dragons body falling around her.

“VHAGAR-” screamed Aemond.

The thunder echoing in through the sky, the rain soaking him to the bone.

“-Dohaerās Vhagar”

The elder dragon roared furiously again but this time, she listened.

Aemond tugged hard on the reins and prompted Vhagar to fly as fast as she could, Vaelys would not survive a fall from this height, her body was flailing uncontrollably.

Vhagar managed to soar past Vaelys and Aemond reached out and snagged Vaelys by the cloak, her body landing on Vhagar with a heavy thud.

She was knocked unconscious from the force of her landing and her head was bleeding, but she was alive.

She was alive. She was –

Aemond lurched awake, his body shaking as he looked wildly around the darkened room.

His heart racing in his chest, as he realised where he was.

In his chambers. In the Red Keep, with his wife sleeping next to him.

His wife that he’d brought here after saving her. From an accident that he’d caused.

Memories of the consummation swirled around his mind, he could still hear the sound of her pained whimper as he entered her.

He’d tried his best to shield her from the eyes of the witnesses and despite her discomfort, she had reached for him afterwards.

She had asked him to hold her, and he couldn’t refuse.

Sharing his bed wasn’t something that he was used too, but he’d held Vaelys against him all night, her breath warm against his skin.

It took him a while to find sleep and he found himself thinking of Vaelys when she was younger, such a pretty thing she was-silver hair and amethyst eyes so light that she looked almost ethereal.

They would all laugh at him-but not her. Never her. She would always follow him, tripping over the hem of her dresses.

It used to annoy him, he always found her lurking in some corner gazing at him, she would bring him honey cakes, make him daisy chains, and draw him pictures.

He remembered how upset she got when no one would play swords with her, she didn’t listen when she was told it was for boys, she didn’t want to learn sewing-she said it was boring. But the hurt look on her face when she was shouted at for not acting proper had made Aemond’s insides squirm.

She was a girl-she was annoying-she was pretty, and she was kind to him, so when no one was looking he took a wooden training sword and handed it to her. When she smiled so brightly at him, he could have sworn that his heart stopped.

But she left the Red Keep not to long after that, taken to Dragonstone by her mother.

Aemond found himself missing her, sometimes he would stare across Blackwater Bay wishing that she would come back and despite how annoying she was, she was the only friend he had.

He was excited to see her again on Driftmark, but her brother Jace kept pulling her away from him, he tried to be kind, but Jace wouldn’t accept it.

That was the night he’d gained a dragon and lost an eye. Vaelys had tried to stop the fight, but she had been pulled away by one of her sisters.

In the aftermath she had tried to visit him, but he sent her away, not wanting her to look upon his ruined face.

He didn’t see her again until she had returned to Kings Landing with her family to defend her bastard brothers claim to Driftmark, he was in the middle of a training session with and Cole and there she was-gods she was so beautiful.

But she didn’t smile at him, she frowned and turned away linking her arm with her brothers and it made his blood boil.

Even in the throne room, she stood beside those strong boys and never once cast him a glance, not even when blood was spilt. She just stood there; her lips curled into a little smirk.

At the dinner, she sat in between him and Helaena, she smiled at something his sister had said to her and he felt jealous-her smile belonged to him and no one else.

After the dinner, Rhaenyra had returned to Dragonstone with her brood of bastards and once again Vaelys disappeared from his life, yet unbeknownst to him-fate would intervene.

After his father had died and Aegon had been crowned as King, he’d been sent to Storms End to choose a Baratheon Bride.

Plain faced and dark haired-they didn’t smile at him. They were nothing compared to her.

Then she was there, soaking wet from the rain, a messenger rallying support for her mother.

She didn’t smile at him-she glared, her lip curling in disgust at his reasons for being there.

Baratheon had the audacity to ask for her hand in marriage-no she couldn’t, he wouldn’t let her, but then she declared she wasn’t free to marry, she was betrothed to that northern dog Cregan Stark.

Something inside him roared to life when he heard that, he wanted to stop it from happening, to take her for himself-but instead he drew his dagger and demanded her eye.

She refused-then she had mocked him, the Baratheon bitch next to him had failed to stifle her giggle and he was livid.

After she had left, he mounted his dragon and chased after her.

He could still hear her screaming-

Suddenly Vaelys shifted against his body, and he held his breath, not wanting to wake her, eventually she settled and he soon found himself drifting to sleep, with the sound of his wife’s screaming still echoing in his ears.

“What did you do today?” asked Aemond as he shut the chamber door.

“Your joking, right?” mused Vaelys.

“I’m simply interested in how you spent your day” muttered Aemond.

“Well, I read that book on your nightstand three times, I rearranged your desk-twice, but then I moved everything back just in case you weren’t agreeable to what I’d done and then I spent the rest of my time staring out the window counting the birds” replied Vaelys.

“Hmm”

“Am I your prisoner or your wife?” quipped Vaelys.

“You are my wife-“ replied Aemond folding his arms behind his back.

“-Then why have I been locked in here all day?”

“You know why” muttered Aemond.

“Please-valzȳrys, its only been a day and I’m losing my mind-surely there must be something you can do to convince the King or the hand. Even if it was just for an hour in the gardens” begged Vaelys.

“I’m not sure if that’s-“

“-Please Aemond” muttered Vaelys.

Aemond stared into his wife’s light amethyst eyes and could feel his resolve crumbling.

“I will make arrangements for you to be allowed access to the gardens and mayhaps you can spend time with Helaena, but it will be under the company of myself, or a guard and I must ask that you do not attempt to rally support for your mother or speak against the King” said Aemond sternly.

“I just want to be able to leave this room” said Vaelys brightly.

“I mean it Vaelys-if you utter one word against Aegon then you’ll be confined to our chambers indefinitely” warned Aemond.

“Fine-“ snarked Vaelys folding her arms across her chest, as much as she was loathe to agree, she had to get out of this room.

Rhaenyra stood in the dimly lit chamber, her hand trembling as it reached out to grasp the blood-stained sheet that lay before her. It was a gruesome reminder of the horrors that had unfolded, a stark testament to the cruelty that had befallen her daughter.

With a heavy heart, she unfolded the fabric, each crimson smear a painful echo of the violence that had stained it. The metallic scent of blood hung thick in the air; a sickening reminder of the lives that had been shattered by this senseless act.

Her eyes fell upon the note that accompanied the grisly offering; the words etched upon it like a damning indictment of the sins committed. "An eye for an eye, blood for blood, my brother's debt has been paid." The message was clear, a chilling declaration of vengeance exacted.

Rage boiled within her veins, a fiery tempest threatening to consume her from within. How dare they? How dare anyone lay claim to her daughter's innocence, to spill blood in the name of some twisted notion of retribution?

But amidst the fury, a cold realization settled over her like a shroud. This was not just an act of random cruelty; it was a calculated strike, a deliberate attempt to force her to terms.

Daemon’s fury burned hotter than the molten rivers of Valyria itself. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, trembling with the intensity of his rage.

The news of Vaelys' captivity and forced marriage to Aemond had ignited a primal fury within him, one that threatened to consume him whole.

"I'll mount Caraxes and rain down fire upon them all," Daemon growled, his voice thick with barely contained fury. "I'll reduce King's Landing to ash and cinder. No one will dare to lay a hand on our daughter again!"

But Rhaenyra, the voice of reason in the tempest of his wrath, stepped forward, her expression grave yet resolute. "Daemon, we cannot risk harm befalling Vaelys," she implored, her voice firm yet tinged with the same anguish that plagued her husband's heart. "As much as it pains me, we must exercise caution. We cannot afford to act recklessly and put her in even greater danger."

Daemon's gaze softened as he turned to look upon his wife, the fire in his eyes dimming ever so slightly in the face of her unwavering resolve. He knew she spoke the truth, even though every fibre of his being screamed for vengeance.

With a heavy sigh, Daemon nodded reluctantly, his jaw clenched tight with the effort to rein in his rage. "You're right, my love," he conceded, his voice tinged with bitterness. "But mark my words, those who have wronged us will pay dearly for their sins. No one crosses House Targaryen and lives to boast of it."

Together, they stood united in their grief and their determination to bring Vaelys home safely. Though the fires of vengeance burned bright within Daemon's heart, he knew that he could not act rashly. For the sake of their daughter, they would bide their time and strike when the moment was right. And when they did, the skies would tremble with the fury of dragons unleashed.

"So, we just leave Vaelys in that nest of vipers, to have Aemond force himself upon her as many times as he likes?" snapped Baela, her words laced with the bitterness of frustration and anger.

Her amethyst eyes blazed with a fierce intensity as she paced the chamber, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

Rhaenyra's heart ached at the raw pain in her stepdaughters voice, the anguish mirrored in her eyes. She could feel the weight of her desperation pressing down upon her like a suffocating blanket. But she knew all too well the dangers they faced, the precariousness of their situation.

"Baela, please," implored Rhaenyra, her voice trembling with emotion. "We cannot act rashly. To mount our dragons now would only bring about more bloodshed, more suffering. We must tread carefully, for Vaelys' sake."

But Baela's frustration knew no bounds, her fury boiling over like a raging tempest. "I will not stand idly by while my sister suffers!" she declared, her voice echoing off the stone walls of the chamber. "I will not allow Aemond to defile her honour any longer."

Daemon's jaw clenched with a steely resolve as he exchanged a silent glance with Rhaenyra. He understood his daughter’s anguish all too well, the burning desire for vengeance that consumed him from within. But he also knew the dangers of acting recklessly, of allowing their emotions to cloud their judgment.

"Baela," said Daemon firmly, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "We will rescue Vaelys, of that I swear. But we must be patient and strategic. We cannot afford to risk any harm coming to her."

Baela's gaze softened slightly, a flicker of resignation crossing her features. She knew her parents spoke the truth, even if it pained hers to admit it.

With a heavy sigh she nodded, her resolve unwavering. "Very well," she conceded, her voice heavy with defeat. "But know this: I will not rest until my sister is safe once more, no matter the cost."

"It should have been me, going to Storm's End," whispered Luke, his voice heavy with guilt.

The words hung in the air like a lament, echoing the depths of his despair. He could feel the weight of every decision he had ever made, every action he had taken—or failed to take—pressing down upon him like a relentless tide.

"If I had insisted, if I had fought harder-" muttered Luke his voice trailed off, choked by the bitterness of regret. The image of his older sisters sweet smile, her laughter ringing in his ears, only served to fuel the flames of his anguish.

Rhaenyra's heart broke at the sight of her son's anguish, the pain etched upon his features like a scar. She reached out to him, her touch gentle yet filled with a profound sorrow. "Lucerys, my sweet boy,"  murmured Rhaenyra, her voice soft with sympathy. "You mustn't blame yourself. You couldn't have known what would happen."

But Lucerys shook his head, unable to shake the gnawing sense of guilt that threatened to consume him whole. "I should have protected her," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I should have been there for her when she needed me most."

Daemon placed a reassuring hand on his stepson’s shoulder, his own expression heavy with sorrow. "We all share in this burden, Lucerys," he said, his voice steady yet filled with empathy. "But now is not the time for self-recrimination. We must focus on Vaelys and bringing her home, safe and unharmed."

But Daemon’s words could stop Luke’s stomach from churning with a sickening mixture of rage and despair as he grappled with the horrifying truth.

His sister, Vaelys, defiled by Aemond in some twisted retribution for the eye he had lost during their fateful fight on Driftmark all those years ago.

The memories flooded back with a brutal clarity, each blow exchanged between himself and Aemond etched into his mind like scars upon his soul.

But nothing could have prepared him for the sheer horror of learning what Aemond had done to his sister. The mere thought of her suffering at the hands of that monster sent a wave of revulsion coursing through him, threatening to consume him with its intensity.

Guilt clawed at his heart like a savage beast, tearing at the very fabric of his being. He had failed her, he realized with a sickening sense of dread. Failed to protect her, failed to keep her safe from harm. And now, she bore the scars of his failure, a burden she should never have had to bear.

Rage boiled within him like molten lava, threatening to erupt from his very core. He longed to unleash his fury upon Aemond, to exact a vengeance so terrible that even the gods themselves would tremble at its sight. But he knew that such thoughts were futile, that they would only serve to lead him further down the path of darkness.

Rhaenyra approached him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and sympathy. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, a silent offering of solace in the midst of his anguish. "Luke," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "I know the pain you must be feeling, but we cannot let our emotions cloud our judgment. We must remain strong, for Vaelys' sake".

"We should tell Jace," insisted Luke, his tone laced with desperation. "He deserves to know what's happened to Vaelys”.

Rhaenyra's expression hardened with resolve as she met her son's gaze, her jaw set with determination. "No," said Rhaenyra firmly, her voice brooking no argument. "We cannot burden him with this knowledge, not yet”.

"But he has a right to know," Luke protested, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. "He's her brother too”.

Rhaenyra shook her head, her resolve unyielding. "I cannot risk Jace acting rashly, putting himself—and Vaelys—in even greater danger," she explained, her voice tinged with sorrow. "We must handle this delicately, with caution. Jace cannot be trusted to think clearly in his current state."

Luke's frustration boiled over, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "And what of Vaelys?" he demanded, his voice rising with emotion. "Do we simply leave her to suffer in silence, have her think that we don’t care”.

Rhaenyra's gaze softened with sympathy as she reached out to her son, a silent gesture of comfort amidst the storm of their emotions. "No," she said softly, her voice heavy with regret. "But we must trust in each other, in our family. We will find a way to save Vaelys, together."

With a heavy heart, Luke nodded, his anger tempered by his mother's words. He knew that she spoke the truth, that they must rely on each other now more than ever.

And though the path ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, he found solace in the knowledge that they would face it together, as a family.