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Hen embār masti (From the Sea We Came)
Part 1 of ? 2.7k words
Daemon Targaryen x Elaenya Targaryen (ofc) additional characters and family tree here
Warnings: none yet, slow burn, will be 18+ in future chapters
Prologue: In his 25th year, Prince Deamon Targaryen, with Corlys Velaryon, arranged to take the Stepstones from the Triarchy. Their forces succeeded and by 109 AC Daemon, age 28, styles himself Daemon Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea. He is to be crowned by Corlys, the Sea Snake, and then return to the Stepstones to take possession of the island Bloodstone. The coronation is to be held at Driftmark, celebrating both Daemon’s and the Sea Snake’s victory.
The sound of the waves crashing against the cliffside calmed Elaenya when her thoughts wouldn’t settle. She could listen to the raging water for hours, watching the fishing boats in the distance, the gulls swooping and swarming around them. She would slip away at the first opportunity, before her morning studies or while the rest of the castle lunched. She and her older brother had duties and obligations, but were allowed free rein of Driftmark and its shores. Her mother, Maela, was the youngest of Corwyn Velaryon’s four children, and Elaenya and Laerys, his youngest grandchildren. They had fewer expectations thrust upon them. There were times when their station demanded they behave as a prince and princess ought, but that didn’t hinder them from exploiting unsupervised moments.
She thought back to times she and her brother had explored the cliffs and caves along the beach, how they would return to the castle with sand covering them from head to toe, pockets filled with pebbles and shells. She had a fortunate childhood in some ways, though not perfect, and had been spared the boring days at court in King’s Landing and the machinations of the royal family.
She stood up from her seat on the rock and dusted the sand from her breeches. The wind caught her silver hair and lashed it around her. She closed her eyes and relished the salt spray on her face. The sun was low on the horizon and the air had become chilled.
Elaenya turned back to the castle, walking slowly up the beach. She still wore the leather pants and thick tunic from her training that afternoon. Being far from King’s Landing had many benefits, not the least of which was the small glimmer of freedom she was allowed. With a plethora of male cousins and her brother she had fought, quite stubbornly, to learn everything they learned. When her mother had finally acquiesced to Elaenya’s demands to learn swordsmanship, she had been inwardly overjoyed and outwardly unbearable for weeks. She wasn’t allowed to train as frequently as the boys, nor as fervently, but she had a natural talent and practiced on her own. She had held a sword in her hand nearly every day since she was three and ten years of age. She fingered the grip of Elēdrar as she started up the stairs. They were rough-hewn on this cliff face and weather worn and there were many of them. She took her time climbing, enjoying the changing hues of the sky presaging sunset. Well before she reached the top, a screech jerked her attention skyward. Crimson, almost black, against the orange sky, Caraxes dove and announced his arrival. Elaenya bounded up the remaining steps, paying no attention to the exertion.
The stair landing opened onto a flagstone courtyard. She was dizzy from her strained breathing but had room for only one thought. Daemon turned at the sound of her footfalls
“Cousin!” she nearly squealed, sounding much younger than her eight and ten years. He smiled at her as he removed his helmet. He ran a hand through it, mussing it after having his helmet on for hours. Elaenya stopped short.
“Yes, cousin?” Daemon grinned at her.
“Well, you,” she stuttered, then smiled back at him. “You seem to have lost some hair, my prince.” She winked at him. He closed the distance between them and scooped her up in an embrace that lifted her feet from the ground. She hugged him back. Still trying to catch her breath, she looked toward Caraxes. He was eyeing them both passively. The dragon was exhausted.
“Shall we get you both settled?” She took his helmet from him, freeing his hands to unpack his saddlebags. She looked at the soot and blood on it and smoothed the plume down. It too was filthy. She would summon a squire to take care of his armor for him.
Daemon patted Caraxes’s snout as they walked off. Their hair and clothes whipped in the air as the dragon ascended and left the courtyard. He would find plenty of sheep or goats to eat before he rested. Elaenya walked ahead of Daemon as they entered the castle.
She doled out instructions to a waiting maid and requested a squire to assist the Prince with his armor. Daemon watched her with a prideful smile, but his eyes were tired. The journey was two days by dragon.
“I’ve had a bath and supper sent to your room. I trust you remember where it is?” she asked. She beamed upon noticing the way he looked at her.
“You’ve become quite a Lady since I saw you last. It wasn’t so long as a year ago though it seems much longer,” he was genuinely impressed, but teasing Elaenya was something of which he would never tire.
“Lady!” she scoffed. “Hardly.” She grinned and gestured to her filthy clothing. “I suppose I need a bath as well. I forget how to be a Lady unless we entertain guests. And if the rumors are to be believed, we will be having quite a few guests tomorrow.”
“Perhaps.” Daemon’s mouth twitched up at the corner. “I shall see you when we break our fast tomorrow?”
“Of course,” she replied. She kissed his cheek before departing for her chambers.
The fire helped to dispel the chill in the room but not entirely. It must have not been lit long. Steam rose from the bath water. Elaenya undressed impatiently. The evening sea air had seeped into her bones. She loved the way the water felt as if it burned when she first stepped into it. As she sank down into the tub, letting the day slide off her, she mulled over Daemon’s comment. She supposed she had become more confident with the servants and had learned more from her mother about her duties this year. This was inevitably the result of her mother’s intention to make Elaenya a desirable prospect as a wife. She groaned. She glanced to the corner near the hearth where Elēdrar was propped. Her Valyrian steel sword. It had been her father’s. There weren’t many in the family so when her brother had given it to her for her eighteenth name day she had been speechless. By all rights it should be Laerys’s.
It was a bit small for him. It had more sentimental value to him as he could remember more time with their father. However, Laerys had been bequeathed his own. His had come from the Velaryon lineage; Elaenya’s from the Targaryen’s. It fit her perfectly. She could wield hers one-handed if needed and could do great damage with two hands.
She let her eyes close as she rested her head against the back of the tub. She would wash when the water was cooler. For the moment she wanted to feel the heat. She gathered her silver hair behind her head, keeping it from the water and using it as a makeshift pillow. An unbidden memory floated behind her closed eyes...
Elaenya remembered how her sword had stopped midair, striking an unyielding object. She had turned around immediately and almost dropped it.
"Well, what do we have here?" The Dragon smiled down at her. All black armor and silver hair. He let the blade slide down his forearm, then gripped it, keeping it from falling to the ground. It had struck his vambrace when she had swung inexpertly.
She swallowed and was too embarrassed to respond. She could only blink up at him, then down at her sword in his hand and his helmet in his other.
She had been ten years of age the first time she had seen Daemon Targaryen up close. He tossed the sword in the air, flipping it to catch the grip. He turned it, making a show of inspecting the blade.
“They let you train with this, little one?” He flipped it again and handed it back to Elaenya, grip-first.
“Yes, only a bit, my Prince,” her mouth was dry. He seemed overlarge and certainly his reputation contributed to that.
“You’d do well to pay attention to your surroundings, cousin,” he grinned. “Watch where you swing such a deadly blade.” She laughed at this. They both knew it was a training sword with the dullest blade imaginable. “I shall leave you to it.”
He left unceremoniously. Young Elaenya watched him walk away until he entered the castle.
Elaenya made her way to break her fast the next morning. Her excitement propelled her down the corridors. The skirts of her pale blue dress flowed out behind her as she walked.
When she arrived at the hall, Daemon and her uncle weren’t present. She hid her displeasure with a genteel smile and walked toward the table.
“Good morrow.” She greeted her good sister, Rhanora, and brother, Laerys. She took her seat next to Rhanora as a servant brought her meal.
“You welcomed Prince Daemon last night, sister?” Laerys asked as he reached for the bread. He broke a piece off and handed it to his wife before taking some for himself, then handed the loaf to Elaenya. His eyes sparkled with a bit of mischief as they met hers.
“Thank you. Yes, I was on the beach when he arrived.” She gave him an exaggerated reproachful look. “How is the babe this morning?” Elaenya nodded toward Rhanora’s rounded middle.
“He was quite restless last night, but seems to have calmed today. I am ready for the little prince to make his appearance.” Rhanora stroked her belly as she spoke. It would not be much longer. Perhaps only a month’s time according to the Maester.
“Hopefully you may both have some rest before the festivities this afternoon.” Without meaning to, Elaenya rolled her eyes. She immediately flushed, praying neither of them had seen.
“Do you not approve of our cousin’s new title, El?” Her brother graciously winked at her, relieving her of the guilt that had begun to creep in. Laerys chuckled but it was clipped off when he looked up.
Their mother, Maela, had entered the hall. She smiled at them as she approached the table.
“Good morrow, Mother.” Elaenya and Laerys spoke almost in unison. Elaenya giggled. They had acted like they were still children, caught up to no good. Her mother kissed her fondly on the forehead before she sat.
“Good morrow children, Rhanora. Was something amusing, my son?” Maela didn’t look up from her task of buttering her bread.
“Well… yes, Mother, in fact, El thought Daemon’s coronation a bit of a farce.”
“I-“ Elaenya began in a huff, but her mother and brother laughed.
“Perhaps you should keep your opinions of your cousin confined to this dining table, El, lest someone mistake you for an usurper.” Her mother smiled at her.
Maela was a delicate woman but strong and fierce and kind. Her outward appearance and demeanor were every bit as regal as was required to marry a Targaryen prince. Before their father had died, Maela had smiled more often. Since then these intimate moments were the only times she seemed to slip off the twelve years of mourning which she wore like a cloak.
Maela had loved Gaemon Targaryen, their father, regardless of the marriage having been arranged. She was devoted to her two children, often seeing their father in their humor and playfulness.
“You look lovely today, El,” she said as she appraised Elaenya’s hair and dress. “More excited for the festivities than Laerys would lead me to believe?” She smiled mischievously.
Elaenya shot a sour look at her brother. She would find a way to repay him for exposing her to their mother.
“They will be historic, Mother,” she replied, not attempting to hide her smile.
Daemon and Corlys didn’t join them. Elaenya excused herself after she had finished her meal. She decided to go to the terrace to watch the arriving ships and the dragons. They, too, needed to break their fast and could be seen diving in the sea for fish that they rarely had access to at their homes.
She walked the corridors in no hurry. As she passed the library she heard voices. The doors were closed and she didn’t enjoy eavesdropping but she couldn’t help but hear Daemon’s agitated voice interrupt Corlys.
“-to Bloodstone. Tomorrow.”
Elaenya heard boot heels approaching the door. She moved away quickly, on through the corridors.
The ocean breeze was warmer than she had expected. She took a seat on a stone bench near the parapet. The dragons keened above and below her. Caraxes dwarfed her Saelys by half. Saelys’s teal coloring shifted between blue and green as she flew in the morning light. She watched Caraxes dive and reappear. A couple of newcomers circled and dove with them.
Bloodstone. Elaenya thought. She supposed it had not occurred to her that Daemon would go away so soon. Of course he would. Driftmark was not his home and only the war with the Triarchy had caused him to visit during the last few years. He and the Sea Snake would convene here when they needed to regroup or plan a new offensive. Those times were rare. None of the visits were long but she had spent every possible moment she could listening to them discuss strategy and tactics. More than once she had been their cup bearer in these meetings. The years had seemed to pass slowly with nothing remarkable happening between Daemon’s appearances at Driftmark.
He had spent most of his time there focused on his duties but after the councils he would walk on the beach with Elaenya. He would ask her questions about her training or Saelys or walk in comfortable silence. She didn’t prattle like young women were wont to do. Yet in all that time she had never thought about where he would be after the war ended. He had been a constant part of her life for three years and three years could feel like an eternity when your days were monotonous.
Elaenya gazed out at the ocean and let her mind wander. Soon she would be required to attend her mother and brother. Alongside them she would represent the Targaryens at Driftmark. What an odd predicament, she thought, to be loyal to her uncle and cousin and yet claim to be loyal to the Crown. Surely Daemon’s and Corlys’s actions were treason but she would heed her mother’s words and keep these thoughts to herself.
That afternoon, Elaenya took her place next to her brother in the hall. They stood to the side of the dais. Their uncle Corlys Velaryon sat on the driftwood throne. Every Velaryon who resided at Driftmark was present. The hall was buzzing with conversation. A few younger men laughed, the sound echoing through the rafters. The celebratory mood overshadowed the fact that Daemon and Corlys we committing a minor act of treason. Looking at the faces around the hall, she didn’t see any that showed displeasure. Everyone in attendance reveled in the victory.
A voice was heard above the others, asking for silence, and a wave of shushing flowed through the crowd. Heads turned to watch the young prince enter. His short, silver hair was raked to the side. His violet eyes focused directly ahead, not looking at the spectators. He looked smug even without a grin, but surely that grin lay close to the surface, Elaenya thought. She allowed herself a tight-lipped smile.
Her cousin stopped at the dais, not mounting the stairs. Silence fell completely as the Sea Snake stood. He walked to the edge and a servant met him, holding out the crown. The polished bones curved like those of a man’s ribs. Elaenya swallowed dryly at the unsavory thought. Daemon didn’t kneel, only bowed his head slightly.
“Let all present bear witness,” Corlys spoke loudly to the onlookers. “Daemon Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea.” The Sea Snake placed the crown upon Daemon’s head. Cheers and applause sprang up from the crowd. Elaenya wondered if it wasn’t a bit forced, overly enthusiastic. Surely not everyone was excited to see her cousin become a king.
Daemon raised his head and began to turn to face the crowded hall. As he did he caught Elaenya’s eye and proffered her a smirk that fell away as quickly as it had arrived. Heat rushed to her face but Daemon had already looked away. That single look had confirmed her suspicions: he knew exactly how much of a farce this had become.
To be continued...
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of flame and flesh
pairing: jacaerys velaryon x elaenya targaryen (oc)
trope(s): childhood friends to strangers to lovers, arranged marriage, he fell first but she fell harder, misunderstanding
warning(s): angst, fluff, main character(s) death, violence & blood mentions, mentions of teen pregnancy
rating: pg-13 (no smut, but suggestive themes are mentioned)
summary/snippet: “Jacaerys Velaryon had always had his eyes on the youngest Princess of King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower, Elaenya Targaryen. She always treated him and his brothers with kindness when her elder brothers relentlessly teased them. They were close, in certain aspects. Albeit the Princess having much better things to do than hang out with her nephew, the two still engaged with one another quite frequently. The more time he spent with her as a child, the more he felt for the Princess. Young Jacaerys didn't realize the full weight of his feelings until he was of age and already on Dragonstone, far from King's Landing and essentially Elaenya. Perhaps that is why he was so excited to return to the Red Keep after so many years of being away, disregarding the ill reasons as to why he and his family returned to the palace. He was finally able to see her after so long apart and maybe he would get to speak to her again. Even if it was only a singular word, he'd be content with speaking only a word to her for that one moment meant everything to him. And he'd get his wish, but not in the way he expected.” — snippet from synopsis
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synopsis
casting
act one. rumors, lies, truths, and blood
chapter one. words too heavy to understand
chapter two. of real dragonriders and cowards
chapter three. goodbyes are the hardest part of leaving
chapter four. the incident
act two. amongst a sea of black is a sheep in wolfs clothing
chapter five.
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“Não me interessa! Use sua criatividade para resolver isso sozinha em vez de para arrumar desculpas”, ele respondeu, impaciente, balançando a mão no ar como se ela fosse uma mosquinha que o príncipe tentava espantar. Sem entender a súbita mudança no semblante da changeling, que de repente passou de um cão bravo para alguém muito perplexa com as atitudes dele, Vincent ergueu uma das sobrancelhas. Aquilo o pegou tão desprevenido que o príncipe não poderia reagir diferente — ele imediatamente deu um sobressalto para trás, afastando-se como se alguma distância pudesse desvinculá-lo da sugestão obscena e completamente absurda que a changeling com aquela mente diabólica teve o descaramento de deixar escapar no ar. Ser ligado a algo assim era seu maior pesadelo. Ele sentiu os olhares ao redor se voltando para os dois e temeu que as pessoas não compreendessem a insanidade da changeling, despertando em Vincent uma repentina vontade de se enterrar na areia ou desaparecer com um feitiço. “Pelo sangue de Anúbis, criatura! É claro que não! Que nojo... Como pôde cogitar uma coisa dessas?!” No desespero para fazê-la calar a boca, gesticulou com as duas mãos, implorando para ela baixar o tom de voz antes que essa ideia se espalhasse por aí. “Eu quis dizer que eu posso gentilmente providenciar algumas roupas brancas para você, e assim resolver isso da melhor forma, com você coberta dos pés ao pescoço e eu a quilômetros de distância.”, esclareceu entredentes e a muito contragosto, mudando drasticamente de ideia para amenizar a situação.
⠀⠀⠀[ 武 ]⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀──────⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀antes de sair do quarto no segundo dia de ritual, enya sequer considerou vestir uma roupa branca. colaborar com quem não merecia seu respeito sempre foi uma tarefa árdua, e a forma como retribuía os olhares tortos com um sorriso ferino apenas�� reforçava essa dificuldade. sua postura, naturalmente intimidante, causava desconforto nas pessoas, e ver alguns dos khajols encolhendo-se ou desviando de seu caminho lhe trazia uma satisfação silenciosa. aquilo, ao menos, melhorava um pouco seu humor. ela continuou caminhando calmamente, sem se dar ao trabalho de parar quando ouviu alguém chamá-la. sabia quem era—os boatos sobre aqueles cachos loiros tinham chegado até ela. o príncipe. o garoto riquinho de aldanrae, cheio de privilégios, que achava que o mundo dobraria aos seus pés. nada de bom sairia da boca dele, isso era certo. enya ergueu uma sobrancelha e riu da ousadia.
❝ ah, é? ❞ ela disse, com um ar divertido. o príncipe provavelmente estava tão acostumado a fazer o que queria que não tinha medo de provocar a pessoa errada. seu título lhe dava essa falsa segurança. ❝ e o que você espera que eu faça se todas as minhas roupas brancas foram queimadas? ❞ enya perguntou, e então uma ideia maliciosa cruzou sua mente. com um gesto dramático, ela cobriu a boca com as mãos, os olhos arregalados em uma expressão exagerada. ❝ pelos deuses, não acredito que o príncipe de aldanrae está insinuando que eu deveria andar despida! ❞ sua voz se elevou, atraindo olhares curiosos dos que estavam por perto. ela não se conteve. ❝ não sabia que a nobreza tinha fetiche por changelings! ❞
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Não poucas vezes esbarramos com o nosso destino pelos caminhos que escolhemos para fugir dele...
Tanto changelings quanto khajols sabem que as vezes é impossível fugir do destino, por mais que as vezes resistam as palavras tolas sobre o inescapável. Para acentuar isso e tornar a experiência do universo de Aldanrae um pouco mais divertida, sorteados duplas entre todos os que se manifestaram e criamos prompts cujo objetivo é desenvolver o personagem em cenários divertidos e dinâmicos, deixando que o destino influencie as ações dos envolvidos.
Os prompts estão sendo enviados por asks.
Não será mais possível participar desse Destiny Drop. Estendemos nosso prazo e todos que estavam no rp tiveram a chance de se inscrever. Aos que entraram depois ou perderam prazo, aguardamos vocês no próximo DD!
Não há prazo para concluir a interação! Podem levar o tempo de vocês.
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Abaixo do leia mais estão as duplas sorteadas!
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Zayden & Miray
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Elaenya & Andreas
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武 ⠀ ──── ⠀ a forma como elaenya lanyra sacrania se move —cada passo firme, cada gesto medido — grita uma única verdade: ela é a líder do quadrante de infantaria. aos ( trinta e seis anos ), sua autoridade é inquestionável. as histórias sobre elaenya, porém, são complicadas, envoltas em ecos de respeito e temor. dizem que ela é destemida. dizem que é impiedosa. dizem muitas coisas, e todas parecem verdade. mas o que é um nome quando a lenda já atravessou fronteiras? alguns juram que ela se parece com uma mulher chamada jessica green. outros apenas evitam olhar em seus olhos. afinal, lendas têm seus próprios rostos.
⠀ one. ⠀[ .⠀.⠀. ]⠀ 🗡⠀ ──── ⠀ 𝒃𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝒔𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭 .
nome completo: elaenya lanyra sacrania.
apelidos: enya (geral), nyra (pai).
pronomes: ela/dela. ⠀
sexualidade: bissexual. ⠀
idade: 26 anos. ⠀
árvore genealógica: killian sacrania, pai (vivo) ; ezayana sacrania, mãe (falecida).
escolaridade: instituto wülfhere, líder do quadrante da infantaria.
⠀ two. ⠀[ .⠀.⠀. ]⠀ 🗡⠀ ──── ⠀ 𝒃𝐚𝐜𝐤𝒔𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 .
quando você nasce com o sobrenome sacrania, seu destino está escrito no sangue. você terá tudo e, por isso, deverá doar tudo de si para se provar digno dessa benção. seja qual for seu quadrante, sua função é apenas uma: ser o melhor. elaenya, porém, falhou em cumprir essa única exigência. era passional demais para ser escriba, desajeitada demais para cuidar de outra pessoa, sua personalidade quase conquistou um dragão de fogo, mas ele a recusou na última hora, e bem, enya era simplesmente imprevisível demais para que a infantaria quisesse alguém que não sabia dar e muito menos receber ordens. ela não era boa em nada, mas suas constantes falhas a moldaram durante toda infância e adolescência para ser a líder de quadrante que é hoje.
veja bem, desagradar o clã sacrania significava punições cada vez mais extremas conforme a idade avançava e ela não se destacava em nada. se seu pai estivesse presente, talvez isso não acontecesse, ela sempre foi a preferida dele, mas sua mãe não conhecia limites quando a questão era tentar endireitar a filha. as constantes humilhações e represálias fizeram crescer uma raiva que ela não conhecia, principalmente quando voltou do sonhār sem ter firmado um elo com o dragão. foi o suficiente para que enya não derramasse uma mísera lágrima quando viu o corpo da mãe desfalecido.
o major killian sacrania era um homem calmo e firme do tipo que mesmo se sua patente fosse mais alta que a dele, você se sentiria compelido a pelo menos escutar o que ele tinha a dizer. quando ele deu um ultimato à filha, enya sentiu que seu destino se tornou mais claro. nyra, agora você vai entrar no quadrante da infantaria. você tem um ano para conseguir ser a melhor da turma. se você falhar, será deserdada, não importa se você é minha única filha ou não. amanhã vou para a fronteira, quando retornar, quero que você me dê orgulho. eu confio em você.
embora fosse uma das menos habilidosas, enya finalmente despertou para o fato que nada aconteceria se ela não lutasse de verdade por isso. toda a mágoa que sentia da mãe, toda a raiva que nutriu quando o dragão a rejeitou, todos os sentimentos negativos que ela guardava para si transmutaram-se em garra. ela aprendeu a ter disciplina, a ser forte física e mentalmente. ela não era mais uma rebelde sem causa, e para a surpresa de todos, agora estava entre os três melhores da turma.
tudo começou com um simples boato, mas foi o suficiente para que a situação escalasse. enya e octavia yarrow se odiavam desde que começaram no instituto, um ódio alimentado por suas famílias que eram rivais. até então, elas competiam por coisas bobas, mas agora enya estava ameaçando a posição de melhor da turma de octavia. quando alguém disse para a yarrow que enya estava falando dela e de sua família, a garota perdeu a cabeça. octavia atacou enya pelas costas, todos assistiram as duas lutarem no dormitório. só terminou quando enya, lutando em desvantagem por não estar armada, usou as garras para atacar a garganta da outra. quando os curandeiros apareceram, o corpo de octavia estava imóvel e enya continuava perdendo muito sangue.
depois de verem-na lutar, até os que mais zombavam dela por ter mudado de quadrante, passaram a ter algum respeito pela garota. a partir disso, ela nunca mais esteve em segundo lugar. enya viu que poderia ser destemida, determinada, obcecada, ambiciosa e isso eram qualidades de uma pessoa que poderia ter tudo que quisesse. e, honestamente, ela só queria ganhar. era o suficiente para ela: o título de melhor – a inveja e a admiração eram bônus.
enya se formou no instituto e se tornou uma soldado mais que competente. no entanto, enya sabia que a guerra era mais do que o campo de batalha tradicional; as ameaças muitas vezes surgiam nas sombras, nas florestas densas e nas ruínas de cidades devastadas. decidida a se tornar uma guerreira versátil, escolheu um caminho menos convencional e fez seus estudos complementares em combate de guerrilha. mergulhou no conhecimento das táticas de emboscada, sabotagem e guerra assimétrica, treinando para sobreviver e lutar em terrenos adversos, onde poucos ousavam entrar.
tinha 34 anos quando seu pai foi gravemente ferido em combate. ele voltou para casa com a mobilidade reduzida e o orgulho ferido. ainda era muito influente, o suficiente para ser convidado diversas vezes para ser professor no instituto, mas recusou. em pouco tempo, conheceu outra changeling aposentada e se casaram. por influência dela, começou a tentar ser mais presente na vida da filha.
como assim ela tinha trinta e quatro anos e não era casada? e se ela morresse sem dar um único neto para ele? para onde iria o sobrenome sacrania? não, enya deveria casar com um militar igualmente prestigiado. a mulher ficou abismada com a intromissão do casal e tentou ao máximo evitá-los, mas era impossível ignorar o pai que queria casá-la e vê-la como uma líder de quadrante – provavelmente para ter certeza que correria menos perigos antes de deixar um neto para ele. ela cedeu em partes, tornou-se líder do quadrante da infantaria no instituto, mas não queria de jeito nenhum um casamento arranjado. o único problema é que tava ficando cada vez mais difícil fugir daquele “compromisso”.
three. ⠀[ .⠀.⠀. ]⠀ 🗡⠀ ──── ⠀ 𝒆𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬 .
aasvaādya ⠀ ──── ⠀cada vez que a espada de enya corta o ar, o som se desdobra, reverberando em ecos que não pertencem a este mundo. é como se várias lâminas estivessem dançando ao redor, multiplicando-se em sombras afiadas, confundindo até o mais experiente dos guerreiros. seus inimigos hesitam, desorientados, tentando adivinhar qual golpe é real e quais são apenas ilusões. e é nesse momento, no intervalo entre o medo e a dúvida, que enya age. ela sabe exatamente como usar esses ecos—não como meros truques, mas como armas invisíveis—tornando os oponentes vulneráveis a um golpe que jamais veem chegar.
aparência ⠀ ──── ⠀enya tem olhos dourados que brilham como metal ao sol, sempre atentos, sempre observando. suas orelhas são ligeiramente pontudas, herança de seu avô feérico. a pele tem um toque sutil de verde cintilante, tão discreto que apenas os mais atentos percebem. ela não esconde as garras que manifesta, afiadas com cuidado e prontas para o combate. são armas silenciosas, afiadas o suficiente para causar estragos, mas não tão longas a ponto de perder sua precisão letal. com 1,78 de altura, sua presença é forte e marcante, alguém que, mesmo em silêncio, impõe respeito.
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ASOIAF NAME IDEAS PART 1
(from izzyobro on reddit)
Alan/Alyn
Alanna/Alanne/Aliane
Alara/Alarra
Alard
Alaric/Alerick/Alrick
Alena
Alwell
Alwyn
Alya
Alys/Alysa/Alysah/Alysiah
Alysanne/Alysanna/Alysiane
Alysarra
Alyselle
Alysena/Alyson
Alysya
Aregelle
Aregion
Aregric
Aregwell
Arra/Ariah/Arriah
Arrard
Arraric/Arrerick
Arrel/Arrelle
Arrena
Arrert
Ariane/Arriane
Arrold
Aron/Arron
Arros
Arric/Arrick/Arrik
Arwell/Arrwell/Arwyle
Arwyn/Arrwyn
Arya/Arrya/Araya
Arys
Arsa
Arsantha
Arsard
Arsaric
Arserick/Arsric/Arsrick/Arsrik
Arta
Artanna
Artarra
Artelle/Artella
Artor
Artos
Artwell
Artys
Alysa/Alyssa
Alyscella
Alyshanna
VALYRIAN
Aegon
Aegelle
Aelora
Artemon/Artaemon
Aegor/Aegar
Aekar
Aenora
Aenya
Aeksion
Aelon
Aelor/Aelarr
Aelyx
Aemion/Aemon
Aemond
Aenyra
Aenar
Aerond
Aexion
Aerea
Aegond
Aenys
Anogar
Aerion
Aerys
Aesmond
Baelon
Baelor
Baela
Baelora
Daegar
Daella
Daena
Daenaera
Daenerys
Daenora
Daegal
Daenys
Daera
Daekar
Daemion/Daemon
Daeron
Daerys
Daenor
Calla
Calys
Calora
Caela/Caella
Canyra
Canora
Corissa
Corlys
Corgon
Corgel
Corlon
Cormond
Corion
Coron
Corla
Corelle
Corea
Corra
Elaelora
Elaena
Elaenya
Gael
Gaena
Gwenael
Gaemon
Gaemond
Gaerion
Helaena
Helaela
Haegon
Helnerys
Helaera
Haelys
Haegar
Haegel
Haegor
Haelor
Haelarr
Haenar
Haegelle
Haela/Haella
Haena
Jacaerys
Jacaenya/Jacenya
Jaehaegel
Jaehaela/Jaehaella
Jaehaena
Jaehaerion
Jaehaerys
Jaehaerea
Lucerys
Lucenya
Lanyra
Laenyra
Laerissa
Laena
Laenor
Laegar
Laenora
Laenerys
Laenya
Laelarr
Maegar
Maegel
Maegon
Maegor
Maekar
Maelor
Maelyx
Maenar
Maegelle
Maelys
Maela/Maella/Maelle
Maelora
Maenyra
Maenys
Matarys
Naerys
Naera
Rhae
Rhaegelle
Rhaella/Rhaela
Rhaegar
Rhaelle
Rhaelora
Rhaegel
Rhaena
Rhaenyra
Rhaenys
Rhaegon
Rhaegor
Rhaelor
Rhaemond
Rhaenys
Selaena
Saegelle
Saela
Saelora
Saena
Saensa
Saenora
Saera/Saerea/Saerra
Shae
Shaela/Shaella
Shaena
Shaenora
Shaenys
Shaenyra
Shaera
Staenar
Sigmond
Vagar
Vagel
Vagon
Valarr
Vamion/Vamon
Vamond
Vaella
Vaena
Vaenora
Vaera
Varys
Vaegon
Vaemond
Valerion
Visegar
Visegel
Viselarr
Visenya
Viserra/Visera
Visela/Visella
Visenys
Viseron/Viserion
Viserys
#house of the dragon#hotd#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#game of thrones#name ideas#game of thrones names#asoiaf names#got#house of the dragon names#fantasy#fantasy names
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Quem: @elaenyah Onde: Estufa dos presságios
Não visitava muito a estufa quando não precisava, por que sentia que não tinha um dedo verde pra tudo aquilo, mesmo que já tivessem tentando jardinagem antes, se cultivasse grama tinha certeza de que a mataria. Contudo, Miray costumava dizer que isso apenas era um prova de sua profunda ligação com Morrigan, uma deusa associada a morte. No entanto, uma das khajols que estava cuidando de tudo ali precisou sair as pressas e lhe deixou responsável por terminar o trabalho. Bem, a filha do duque estava fazendo o possível e o impossível para cuidar de tudo sem matar nada ali. Mas o comentário irônico na voz Elaenya, conseguiu ver pelo canto dos olhos Seda se remexer no ar desconfortável com a presença alheia ❝Muito obrigada, eu poderia te elogiar pelo mesmo, mas você não me parece ter talento nenhum com as plantas.❞ Respondeu com um sorriso irônico no rosto, se afastando das plantas antes que estragasse tudo. Limpou as mãos batendo uma na outra, ainda que sentisse que esse não fosse o suficiente pra se livrar de toda aquela terra que entranhou por debaixo das unhas. ❝O que faz aqui? Buscando por algum presságio? Receio que nenhum deles vai ser bom, já te deixo avisada.❞
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fora pego de surpreso por ter sido respondido, o fazendo abrir um sorriso curto. ele não estava direcionando a conversa para ninguém, mas quanto mais conversava com os changelings sobre aquele ritual, mais ele tinha certeza que todos estavam minimamente incomodados como era feito, sem o mínimo de respeito com eles. era uma tradição, ele compreendia aquela parte, mas o outro lado precisava entender que eles não estavam acostumados e era, sim, incômodo depois da experiência que eles haviam passado.⠀⠀❛❛⠀⠀gostaria de poder ver como seria se fosse uma situação contrária, o quanto a realeza iria aguentar sem antes pedir socorro para o imperador.⠀⠀❜❜⠀⠀seu comentário havia saído mais ácido do que ele havia planejado, mas era elaenya, então não precisava se preocupar com a educação ou em não demonstrar o desprezo que estava sentindo.⠀⠀❛❛⠀⠀não sei se seria considerado traição, afinal, dragões tem suas próprias vontades. apenas estamos incentivando.⠀⠀❜❜⠀⠀talvez não fosse considerado traição, mas eles teriam uma dor de cabeça maior do que agora, com apenas a fumaça. em partes, ele estava disposto a arcar com as consequências. ele estava no seu limite de ter que ouvir que eram ingratos ou que precisavam se adequar aos costumes deles. olhou na direção dela e abriu um sorriso, encarando em seguida seu esboço.⠀⠀❛❛⠀⠀obrigado! queria tentar fazer alguma coisa não fosse ardosia então estava desenhando o interior de wülfhere.⠀⠀❜❜⠀⠀ou o que era antes do incêndio.
⠀⠀⠀[ 武]⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀──────⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ficar dentro do castelo era impossível. o ar lá dentro estava sufocante, então elaenya se retirou em direção ao lago oeste, onde a fumaça se dissipava mais rapidamente. quando ouviu cadeyrn resmungar ao longe, sua resposta foi imediata, quase instintiva. ❝ e eles juram que são superiores ❞ disse, a voz carregada de desprezo, parando ao lado dele e observando o traçar do rapaz sobre o papel. havia algo calmante em assistir ao desenho, mas sua mente ainda fervilhava. ❝ é traição querer atiçar os dragões contra essa gente? ❞ as palavras escaparam antes que pudesse se conter. não que elaenya se importasse muito — os khajols que passavam por perto certamente se importavam, seus olhos arregalados e o pavor estampado em suas faces antes de correrem na direção oposta. ela riu, um som curto e cortante. ❝ bando de frouxos ❞ pela primeira vez desde que saíra do quarto, seu corpo relaxou um pouco, e enya se permitiu sentar ao lado de cadeyrn. ❝ você desenha bem ❞ ela acrescentou enquanto observava as linhas se formarem no papel.
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*.:。 ✧( NINA DOBREV, TWENTY-FIVE, SHE/HER ) a little bird told me that they have seen ( ELAENYA ERROL ) roaming the capital, the ( lady ) of ( THE STORMLANDS ), and loyal to ( HOUSE ERROL ). there have been whispers that they’re ( cunning + resourceful ). however, some would say that they’re ( candid + hard-headed ). may the old gods and the new gods be watching over them ! ( noelle, pst, 21, she/her )
*.:。 ✧ my little birds have told me that nina dobrev LADY ERROL is in the capital, i hope to hear from her in the next TWELVE hours !
NOTE : hello , petal ! as we already have a character with a name that is only one letter different than that in your application ( elaena vs elaenya ) , would you mind terribly providing us with an alternative first name ? just send a message our way ?
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of flame and flesh → SYNOPSIS
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Elaenya Targaryen had always been a difficult child. She was a complicated birth, refusing to leave her Mother's, Alicent Hightower, womb long after her twin babe brother, Daeron, had been born. Unborn babe Elaenya had caused so much distress to her young Mothers body that she nearly bled out on her bed, the Sept's debating on whether or not to cut open her stomach to fish the child out. She eventually decided that she was ready to leave the womb and was quickly pushed out of her Mothers body, Alicent's screams echoing throughout the castle as she painfully birthed her last and final babe. The minute she took her first breath, Elaenya made it known just how difficult she was going to be. As all babes do, they come out of the womb screaming and tense, already missing the warmth of their Mother. She was no different. Except, she rarely stopped during her first few months of life.
It was as if Elaenya Targaryen had despised the fact that she was born and wanted everyone to know exactly just how much she hated it. Or that she didn't like her Mother very much. Elaenya cried and whined whenever Alicent tried to pick her up, whatever reason it may be, pushing herself as far away from her Mother as she could once she was in her arms. Her Mother refused to take care of her during any of her fits, leaving the room so the maids and handmaidens could take care of the young girl. It didn't take long for Elaenya to calm down once Alicent had exited the room, burying herself into the wet nurses breast as her brunette Mothers presence was no longer felt.
It was as if babe Elaenya Targaryen had already known the future actions of her Mother that would be the beginning of their downfall.
Elaenya Targaryen was described as a dragon in humans flesh by the people of the court, not easily being chained by higher authorities, the freedom her spirit and soul constantly craved, and due to her independent nature. It was an accurate description that she took in stride with pride. Striking fear in those who questioned her choices or actions, nearly burning them to ash by her she–dragons flame. Elaenya was every bit an inch a Targaryen as her Father and forebears.
Elaenya often ran wild around the castle halls growing up, her loud giggles bouncing off the walls as her Mothers handmaidens chased after her, enjoying the adrenaline that came with the chase. She touched things that she shouldn't have, especially if her Mother ordered her not to, cheekily smirking at disobeying her Queen Mother's direct orders. The Targaryen girl also enjoyed sneaking into the kitchens late at night, devouring most of the sweets the cooks had whipped up for the next days breaking of fast. Elaenya never really cared for being caught, nothing bad would happen to her anyways. She was the King's youngest daughter and although he may not love her as much as his eldest daughter, Rhaenyra, he still wouldn't allow anyone to touch a single white strand of hair on her head. The Princess also hated the dresses her Mother made her wear. She felt as if she could barely breathe in those things and would much rather prefer her dragon riding gear or her twin brothers clothes, her and Daeron practically being the same size.
Elaenya and Daeron Targaryen were very much opposites. They may have looked alike physically, sharing the same light hair and pale complexion as their older siblings, but acted in complete different ways. Daeron often found himself following his eldest brothers, Aegon and Aemond, around as well as following their lead when it came to teasing their nephews or each other. While Elaenya interacted with the maids children, asking (more like obeying) that they played with the Princess on her orders, or with her older sister, Helaena. She also spent significantly more time with her dragon, her King Father allowing her to after she confessed to him that she much preferred her dragon over the company of other people within the King's Landings castle. While Daeron teased and ridiculed his nephews, Elaenya had found herself softly interacting with them, never talking ill of them. Even though she never really bothered with the Velaryon boys presence, she still treated them with kindness. And when she witnessed her older brothers eye be taken by Lucerys Velaryon, she still couldn't find any ill will towards the boy or his family. After all, something like this was bound to happen one day or another, it was just a matter of when it would occur.
Elaenya Targaryen never really cared for courtly manners or attending any of the court hearings her Mother, Father, and Grandsire had held and attended. She was the youngest out of her four siblings, she didn't think she needed to learn any courtly skills, after all her twin brother had taken on that role when he began to show interest in those kinds of things. She often found herself yawning or daydreaming whenever Daeron talked about his courtly duties or what he had witnessed at court that particular day. Elaenya eventually perfected the art of tuning out whatever was being said when court decisions, and many things of the like, were being discussed about. So when she heard some maids whisper about something one of them overheard from the King's chambers, she began to tune them out. Until she heard her name be uttered, following her oldest nephews name and the word betrothal. The day Lucerys' claim to Driftmark was challenged was the very first time Elaenya had attended any kind of courtly manner in years. She didn't attend to defend or hear about her nephews legitimate claim to Driftmark but rather attended to find out whether or not the maids were correct about her King Father planning on betrothing her to Jacaerys Velaryon.
And they were.
Elaenya Targaryen is spitfire. She never let others command her in what to do, much rather preferring doing things on her own terms in her own time. So when the betrothal between her and her eldest nephew, Jacaerys Velaryon, is announced during Lucerys' challenge of his claim to Driftmark, she nearly boils over in anger. From since a young age, her Father repeatedly told her that she could pick whoever gained her hand in marriage, directly going against his young wife's wishes for her daughter to have a politically gaining marriage. Having her Father backtrack on his promise and giving her away to a boy she hasn't seen in years, makes her want to burn all of King's Landing atop of her dragon.
Elaenya didn't even know why her Father chose her to become her nephews wife, well besides being his only eligible daughter and potentially mending the rift between both families, she saw no other gain. She never attended court nor knew what most of them were talking about half the time, so she wouldn't be someone Jacaerys would turn to for guidance once he step upon the Iron Throne as King. She refused to commit to anything, preferring unpredictability and spontaneity in her daily routine, which also directly translates to her not wanting to be engaged to someone she barely knew. Elaenya did not know one thing about being a wife or a Mother, not having the greatest example growing up. She felt that this betrothal would only end in fire and bloodshed for all involved.
The youngest Princess was seemingly the enemy to the Velaryon-Targaryen family, for by blood, and default, she was a Green in a sea of Black and therefore, an imposter.
Jacaerys Velaryon had always had his eyes on the youngest Princess of King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower, Elaenya Targaryen. She always treated him and his brothers with kindness when her elder brothers relentlessly teased them. They were close, in certain aspects. Albeit the Princess having much better things to do than hang out with her nephew, the two still engaged with one another quite frequently. The more time he spent with her as a child, the more he felt for the Princess. Young Jacaerys didn't realize the full weight of his feelings until he was of age and already on Dragonstone, far from King's Landing and essentially Elaenya. Perhaps that is why he was so excited to return to the Red Keep after so many years of being away, disregarding the ill reasons as to why he and his family returned to the palace. He was finally able to see her after so long apart and maybe he would get to speak to her again. Even if it was only a singular word, he'd be content with speaking only a word to her for that one moment meant everything to him. And he'd get his wish, but not in the way he expected.
Hearing Viserys’ denial of Jacaerys and Baela's betrothal made everyone in the Great Hall slightly gasp and look around in anxiety. The King wouldn't surely deny such a good union as was presented to him by his Lady cousin, Rhaenys Targaryen. But alas, he did and instead suggested that he betroth his youngest daughter to his eldest grandson, hoping to mend the rift between his two families through this alliance. Nobody had dared deny the King of his wish, everyone knowing that it wasn't a suggestion but rather a statement of what was to come. Jacaerys was ecstatic to hear that Viserys had much preferred his youngest daughter with him, thanking the Gods and whoever else that he would finally get the chance to try to be with the girl that's held his heart ever since they were babes. And as he looked around to see the faces of his family members and their reaction to the arrangement, he realized that it would be a lot harder for Elaenya to settle herself with his family. For they viewed her as an outlier and therefore didn't belong amongst the Blacks. But Jacaerys Velaryon, try as hard as he might, was determined to make this work for everything his Mother worked so hard for was on the line and was at threat to burn. It all had to work out. It had to.
#hotd fic#jacaeryssworld fics#jacaeryssworld#jacaerys velaryon x oc#jacaerys velaryon fanfic#jacaerys velaryon fic#jacaerys velaryon x elaenya targaryen#elaenya targaryen#jace velaryon#jace velaryon x oc#jacaerys targaryen#house of the dragon fic#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd x oc
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Upcoming series...
I'm wrapping up my current Daemon series and starting a new AU.
Here's an ai portrait of my ofc so you can meet Elaenya Targaryen.
Her mother is from House Velaryon and her father is from House Targaryen (one of Daemon's uncles, remember it's AU so I will invent these characters as well). Elaenya is Daemon's first cousin because Targaryens.
#Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!ofc#house of the dragon#hotd#Elaenya Targaryen#daemon fic#house velaryon#daemon x ofc#hotd fanfic#house of the dragon fic#x Targaryen!oc#targaryen!oc#Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!of#matt smith#hotd au#house targaryen#hotd fanfiction#hotd fic#house of the dragon fanfic#daemon targaryen fanfiction#prince daemon targaryen#daemon#Targaryen ofc#adding the stupid misspelled tag too#house valeryon
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Hen Embār Masti (From the Sea We Came)
Coming soon
Elaenya Targaryen (oc) | Daemon Targaryen
Laerys Targaryen (oc's brother) | Rhanora Targaryen (his wife)
Maela (Velaryon) Targaryen - oc's mother | Gaemon Targaryen - oc's father
This will be an AU fic but not too far from canon. I have "borrowed" Gaemon Targaryen from Daemon's family tree and made him a character, although in canon he died at 3 months old. Not really a spoiler: he is depicted as younger than Maela in my portraits because he is deceased at the time the fic takes place.
All AI portraits made with Midjourney AI.
#daemon targaryen#daemon targaryen x oc#house velaryon#daemon x ofc#daemon fic#HotD fic#elaenya targaryen#Hen Embār Masti#daemon targaryen fanfiction#house of the dragon#hotd#matt smith#house targaryen#adding the misspelled tag:#house valeryon#wip
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I should probably post what I think Danarra looks like at some point, and I’m really excited for your new series! I know it’s going to be great because you’re writing it Auntie Phasma! 💜
Awww thank you! I like making AI portraits (I use Midjourney) and made one for my Philosopher Prince series oc (Shaena) so I thought I would make one for Elaenya.
This is Shaena (thanks to my moot, you know who you are, for helping with this one):
If you like making AI art portraits, it's great for this kind of thing. If you can draw/paint/whatever and you want to share it can give your readers insight into what you see in your head. If you don't want them to see them how you see her then you don't have to.
And because I'm obsessed with her, here's Elaenya again
#asked and answered#character development#Shaena Targaryen#Elaenya Targaryen#hotd#house of the dragon#fan fiction#fanfic writing
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Fangtober 2024 Prompt List - follow the tag ‘Fangtober 2024’ or check out my IWTV masterlist
Spotlight:
Fangtober Day 5 - Impact play - Lestat x fem!reader
New Fangtober Day 4 - Bondage - Armand x fem!reader
Fangtober Day 3 - Ejaculation - Rockstar!Lestat x fem!reader
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Fangtober Day 1 - Blood - Lestat x fem!reader
New A Quiet Night In - Armand x Benji x Sybelle x gn!reader (fluff)
Armand N$FW Alphabet
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18+ MDNI
Bathed in Blood and Silk
Daemon Targaryen x whore!reader
Caught
Daddy!Daemon x fem!reader
Sweetest Dreams
Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader
In the fading light
Daemon Targaryen x Dornish!reader
A Willing Pawn
soft!Daemon Targaryen x Dornish!reader
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Hen embār masti (From the Sea We Came)
Chapter 1 Daemon Targaryen x Elaenya Targaryen (ofc)
One shots or requests:
Need - Daemon x fem!reader x Aemond
Do I look like I won’t punish you? - x fem!reader
Dom!Daemon fluff - x fem!reader
Take it... - x fem!reader
Devastation - x fem!reader
Keeping Daemon Warm - x fem!reader
Hair brushing fluff - x gn!reader
Headcanon:
Daemon's biggest fears * Daemon's motivation S1E4 brothel scene
Has Daemon ever received oral pleasure * Silly ask about his face
Silly ask about his down-there hair * Silly ask about his hair
Breeding k!nk
Zaldrītsos - Daemon x Rhaenyra
Chapter 1 ✶︎ Chapter 2 ✶︎ Chapter 3 ✶︎ Chapter 4 Chapter 5 ✶︎ Chapter 6 ✶︎ Chapter 7 ✶︎ Chapter 8
Devoted and Enchanted - Companion/backstory that has sensitive content - opens to AO3.
(I'm particularly proud of this one but given the nature of some Targaryen subject matter it will be on AO3 only for now. There is some crossover for Zaldrītsos but both can stand alone.)
Main masterlist
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masterlist ೃ⁀➷
this is the masterlist for this blog! it will contain x oc works & x reader works! i will make sure to label which is which to make it easier <3
request guidelines!
♡ = fluff | ☹︎ = angst / no comfort | ✧ = comfort | ♢ = suggestive content | ♠︎ = other | ❦ = requested | ❀ = popular
JACAERYS VELARYON
( x oc works! )
Of Flame and Flesh ➡︎ Published, In Progress ♡ | ☹︎ | ♢ | ♠︎
jacaerys velaryon x elaenya targaryen
trope(s): childhood friends to strangers to lovers, arranged marriage, he fell first & she fell harder, misunderstanding
warning(s): typical targaryen incest (nephew x aunt dynamic), main character(s) death, angst, family drama, blood & violence mentions, mentions of teen pregnancy
Heavy is the Head ➡︎ Draft ♡ | ☹︎ | ♢ | ♠︎ | ✧
jacaerys velaryon x viserra targaryen
trope(s): childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, extroverted boy x introverted girl, he fell first & harder, jace won’t have a good day unless viserra smiles at him, angst, tooth rooting fluff
warning(s): typical targaryen incest (nephew x aunt dynamic), main character(s) death, violence & blood mentions, mentions of teen pregnancy
( x reader works! )
As If!
jacaerys strong x fem!reader, modern au!
under construction…
CREGAN STARK
( x oc works! )
Skyfall ➡︎ Published, In Progress ♡ | ☹︎ | ♢ | ♠︎ | ✧
cregan stark x alysanne ii targaryen
trope(s): arranged marriage, they both fell first, love at first sight, “enemies” to lovers, happily ever after (of sorts), golden retriever in disguise x openly orange tabby, one step forward & two steps back
warning(s): otto hightower being a scumbag & a little bitch, bennard stark, angst, alicent is a bit obsessed with aly, violence & blood mentions, mentions of pregnancy
( x reader works! )
Sea Salt and Snow ➡︎ ♡
cregan stark x fem!manderly!reader
trope(s): childhood friends-to-lovers, arranged marriage
warning(s): short but sweet!
AEMOND TARGARYEN
( x oc works! )
Spool of Flame, Spool of Sea ➡︎ Published, In Progress ♡ | ☹︎ | ♢ | ♠︎
aemond targaryen x saera velaryon
trope(s): childhood friends to enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, caged bird
warning(s): typical targaryen incest (uncle x niece dynamic), aemond is very ooc in this, very angsty, blood & violence mentions
( x reader works! )
Rosey Eyed
aemond targaryen x fem!tyrell!reader
under construction…
BENJICOT BLACKWOOD / DAVOS BLACKWOOD
( x oc works! )
None yet!
( x reader works! )
Friends Don’t Look At Each Other Like That
benjicot blackwood x fem!reader, modern au!
under construction…
Fic Recommendations! <3
— None yet!
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