#House Targaryen

[emptyportrait]

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.

[lewiathans]

Part 1 of Rhaegars last words to the youngest member of the Kingsguard

[khromuse]

How about Ned Stark or Jamie Lannister or when you are more into the Targscene Vaegon or Daeron the daring?

I really like Vaegon. He was always angry and sour, I feel like he would look down on me with disgust.

"He always had a pinched sour cast to his mouth."

[gracielikegrapes]

I fed my last husband to my dragon. If you make me take another, I may eat him myself.

Headcannon: After all the tragedy & residing at Harrenhal; Rhaena seldom donned Targaryen heraldry preferring Dreamfyres colouring.

[naomimakesart]

happy dragon day 🥳🐉

[idkyetxoxo]

Cregan Stark - By Choice or Chance

Summary - Weary of courtly schemes she entrusts her brother Jace to choose her suitor—only to be blindsided when he selects his closest friend. Chaos and wit ensue as she wrestles with frustration, family bonds, and an undeniable spark. A reluctant union begins to feel like destiny.

Pairing - Cregan Stark x Velaryon reader

Warnings - None

Word count -2339

Masterlist for Cregan • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

"I am so utterly tired of this," I groaned, my voice heavy with exhaustion as I walked alongside Jace. 

His hearty laugh echoed through the corridor, clearly finding amusement in my predicament, a cruel sort of merriment that only an older brother could revel in.

"Mother knows better than anyone how loathsome it was for her to parade around the realm in search of a husband. So why, in all the Seven Hells, must I suffer the same fate?" I grumbled, tugging at Jace's arm with a mixture of desperation and annoyance. 

His grin only widened, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"You know that's not why she's making you do this," Jace replied, effortlessly guiding me toward the grand hall, where I knew far too many eager, power-hungry men awaited like vultures scenting blood.

 "She simply wants a show—appearances, nothing more. You could refuse every single one of them, twice over, and she'd still be amused."

"I do not wish to endure this farce anymore," I muttered, forcing a practised, empty smile to settle upon my face as we crossed the threshold. 

The buzz of voices hushed as our presence commanded the room, countless lords straightening, eyes alight with thinly veiled ambition.

Jace cast a sideways glance at me, a flicker of sincerity breaking through his usual playfulness.

"What would you have me do?" he asked, his tone turning uncharacteristically grave. I bit my lip, closing my eyes against the cacophony of noise, my heart pounding with an odd mix of frustration and resignation.

"Choose for me," I whispered, the words a surrender as I nodded, the weight of my decision pressing down on me. Jace stared at me, stunned.

"You would want me to—" he began, disbelief colouring his words. I reached for his hand, pulling him down beside me before he could say more. 

"Do not jest, and do not mock. I trust you, Jace. You are my older brother. Choose someone worthy—someone kind and honourable. No one cruel, no one who would shatter what little peace I hold," I said, my voice low but firm. 

My plea was raw and earnest, and I saw something shift in his eyes—a hint of moisture he quickly blinked away.

His gaze softened, and I rolled my eyes to break the tension, pinching his thigh hard enough to make him yelp. 

"I trust you," I repeated, a ghost of a smile touching my lips. "Pick someone you would trust to be kind."

He studied me for a moment longer, then exhaled, a hint of nervousness betraying him as he turned his attention to the gathering crowd. 

Ser Erryk had begun to announce the lords, each name a dull drumbeat in my ears. But then Jace leaned closer, his voice barely audible. 

"Cregan Stark," he whispered.

I blinked, confusion clouding my features. "What?"

He nodded toward the entrance, where a tall, imposing figure with a warm smile strode purposefully into the hall. Lord Cregan Stark. 

My heart stuttered as I recognized him—Warden of the North, my brother's friend. His smile grew as he greeted Jace with a strong embrace.

"I have chosen Lord Cregan Stark," Jace declared suddenly, standing and turning to the crowd. His voice rang with an authority that left no room for argument.

"My prince?" Cregan asked, stepping back and glancing at me with a mixture of surprise and cautious formality.

"Princess," he greeted, bowing slightly as I rose, fighting to keep my composure amidst the whirlwind.

"Jace, are you certain?" I asked, my voice low but urgent. "Do not simply choose a companion because he is familiar. Think this through," I implored. Jace's lips curved in a soft, genuine smile.

"He is kind. He is honourable. Above all, I trust him," Jace said, placing a reassuring hand on Cregan's shoulder, though the poor man's expression remained one of utter bewilderment.

"My lords," Jace announced, addressing the room. "The princess has made her choice."

"She has?" I whispered, incredulous, eyes darting between my brother and Cregan. The assembled nobles erupted into disgruntled murmurs, their dissatisfaction palpable. 

Cregan's wide eyes met mine, his bewilderment almost comical.

"Jace, he hasn't even agreed!" I hissed through clenched teeth.

Jace turned to Cregan, feigning surprise at the oversight. "Ah, right. Lord Stark, would you accept the hand of my sister?"

I groaned inwardly, smacking Jace's arm with more force than was strictly necessary. "I was a fool to leave this in your hands," I muttered, my voice thick with regret.

Cregan cleared his throat, his deep voice calm despite the chaos. "My prince, I would be honoured, but—"

"Excellent!" Jace interrupted, beaming like a child who'd just gotten away with mischief.

"My deepest apologies, Lord Stark," I rushed to say, stepping forward. "We have thrust you into an impossible situation. My brother is a reckless fool, and I assure you, this can be undone. You owe me nothing."

Cregan opened his mouth as if to respond, then closed it, seemingly at a loss for words. His eyes flickered with a mixture of confusion and faint amusement, but he remained silent. 

I turned my gaze toward the dispersing crowd of disgruntled lords and courtiers, who murmured their discontent as they made their way out. 

My eyes snapped back to Jace, and I felt a surge of hot anger rising in my chest.

"You," I spat, each word dripping with exasperation, "are an idiot, a fool, and most importantly, soon-to-be-dead." I punctuated each insult with a slap to his arm, which he only half-heartedly tried to dodge. 

Jace's expression was a mix of sheepishness and a smirk that betrayed far too much enjoyment of my ire.

"Princess, truly—" Cregan began, his deep voice calm and measured, but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"My lord, I insist," I said, my tone urgent but polite. "Please, attend to whatever matters have brought you so far south. I will see that this... misunderstanding is corrected." I shot Jace a furious glare and shoved him aside. 

"Go on," I added, more to myself than anyone else, already plotting how I might fix this mess.

As I strode purposefully toward Ser Erryk, my blood still boiling, I extended my hand with a commanding air. 

"Ser Erryk, your sword. For just a moment," I demanded, my voice firm. 

The knight hesitated, glancing between me and Jace, whose eyes had widened in genuine alarm as he rapidly shook his head.

"Princess, perhaps it would be wise to reconsider—" Ser Erryk began cautiously, his hand not moving from the hilt of his sword. The edge of his voice suggested he'd rather face a dragon than step into the sibling quarrel unfolding before him.

I let out a groan of frustration, turning back to Jace, who had the audacity to grin, albeit nervously. I pointed an accusing finger at him, my voice sharp.

"You will listen to whatever Lord Stark has to say. You will grant whatever request he makes. Then, and only then, will you come find me—so I can kill you myself," I declared, each word laced with the promise of retribution.

Jace's grin faltered slightly, and he swallowed, but a trace of his usual bravado remained. 

"Understood, sister," he replied, a hint of humour still lingering despite the severity of the situation.

Jace had always been both my greatest tormentor and my fiercest protector. 

His ability to infuriate me in one moment and remind me of his steadfast loyalty in the next was a skill honed over years of sibling rivalry. 

Yet now, as his antics threatened to reshape my entire future, I couldn't decide whether I wanted to strangle him or thank him.

Spinning on my heel, I stormed out of the hall, the thud of the great doors closing behind me echoing like a drumbeat. 

My footsteps reverberated down the stone corridors as I sought a moment of solitude—a moment to cool the fire raging within me.

─── ✦⋅♡⋅✦ ───

Dinner that evening was a grand affair. The great hall was bathed in the warm glow of flickering candlelight, casting long shadows on the stone walls. 

The scent of roasted meats, spiced wine, and freshly baked bread filled the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation.

 I entered with a mix of trepidation and resignation. 

The events of the day still burned vividly in my mind, and I could already sense the watchful eyes of courtiers waiting for any sign of discord or scandal.

I moved to my usual seat at the long table, and as I did, Jace approached, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. 

For a brief moment, it seemed he might take the seat beside me, but at the last second, he hesitated. His eyes met mine with a flicker of guilt—or was it amusement?—before he strode deliberately to the far end of the table, placing as much distance between us as possible. 

I rolled my eyes, feeling a pang of annoyance and, perhaps, a twinge of disappointment. I steeled myself for another night of tense silence and forced pleasantries.

Just then, a shadow fell across my seat. I looked up, surprised to see none other than Cregan Stark standing there.

 His presence seemed to command the attention of the entire room. Tall, broad-shouldered, and with a bearing that spoke of quiet strength, he inclined his head respectfully.

 "May I join you, Princess?" he asked, his voice low and rumbling.

I blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. Heat crept up my neck, and I hoped the dim light would mask the blush that rose to my cheeks. 

"Of course, my lord," I replied, perhaps a touch too quickly. 

He took the seat beside me, and I was keenly aware of his nearness—the brush of his arm as he settled himself, the faint scent of northern pine that clung to him.

Across the table, my mother, Rhaenyra, regarded us with a knowing smile. "Well done, my love," she said, lifting her goblet in a subtle toast. "An excellent choice for a husband."

I nearly choked on my wine. "No, Mother," I protested, setting the goblet down with more force than necessary. "This was not my doing. Jace was being impulsive and foolish, as he so often is."

Rhaenyra arched a regal brow, amusement sparkling in her eyes. 

"Is that so?" she asked, her tone almost playful. "Well, it seems Lord Stark disagrees."

I turned sharply to Cregan, who met my gaze steadily. There was no trace of discomfort in his expression; instead, he looked resolute, even gentle. 

"If you will have me, Princess," he said, his voice warm and sincere, "I would be truly honoured."

My heart skipped a beat. Time seemed to slow, and for a moment, all the sounds of the great hall—the laughter, the clinking of plates, the rustling of fine garments—faded into the background.

 I glanced at Jace, who was watching from across the room with a smug, self-satisfied grin.

 I shot him a glare, but it held no real malice. His plan, reckless as it had been, seemed to have worked better than even he could have anticipated.

I turned back to Cregan, searching his eyes for any hint of hesitation, any sign that this was a mere formality. But there was none. 

"Of course," I blurted, my voice a mix of nerves and excitement. "Of course, I will have you."

His smile was genuine and relieved. We began to speak then, softly at first, exchanging pleasantries and stories. 

We spoke of Winterfell, of his travels, of the Northern customs that differed so much from those of the South. He asked me of my own life, and for once, I found myself speaking freely, without the need to measure every word.

 His interest was genuine, and his laughter, deep and rich, filled the spaces between courses.

Throughout the meal, our conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by shared glances and moments of unspoken understanding. 

It was as if the rest of the hall melted away, and we were the only two people in the room. 

I caught Jace's eye once or twice, and he raised his goblet in a silent toast, a look of smug triumph on his face. 

I would have thrown something at him if I weren't so... happy.

As the evening wore on, I realized that this was the best possible outcome—an arrangement born of chaos and impulse that somehow, against all odds, felt right.

By the end of the dinner, my earlier frustration had all but disappeared, replaced by something far more promising.

As the last of the courses was cleared away, Cregan turned to me, his expression shifting from lighthearted to something more serious, more vulnerable. He leaned closer, and I felt the air between us grow heavy with anticipation. 

"I truly did not anticipate this, Princess," he whispered, his voice low and intimate, meant for my ears alone. 

His words carried a hint of wonder, as if he too marveled at the unexpected turn of fate that had brought us here.

A flutter of nerves stirred in my chest, and I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze. 

Instead, I focused on the way his thumb traced a slow, careful path over his goblet as if searching for the right words. 

Hesitantly, as though testing the waters, he reached for my hand. His fingers brushed against mine, warm and reassuring, and then settled over them. 

The touch was gentle, almost tentative, as if he feared I might pull away.

"But I am ever so pleased," he said, his voice a soft rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. 

His eyes searched mine, and there was no mistaking the sincerity in his gaze—the promise of respect, kindness, and something that could become more.

My breath caught, and I found myself squeezing his hand in return, a silent answer to the unspoken question that lingered between us.

 "As am I," I whispered, the words barely audible, but the truth of them resonated within me. 

In that moment, beneath the flickering candlelight and the watchful eyes of our kin, the tension melted away, replaced by something softer, something I dared to hope could last.

 Perhaps Jace's reckless gamble had been worth it after all.

A/n - Everybody say thank you older brother Jace, this was so fun to write asw was lowkey giggling whilst typing away (lowkey got me out of a writing slump) 😝

Cregan tag list - @veesuguru

[shaenacouncil]

“Her eyes are so striking and I feel that they speak in such full sentences. it can be quite shocking, honestly, to encounter. that’s what makes sharing a set with her such a privilege and also a great lesson to any actor..” - Emma D’arcy about Olivia Cooke for Los Angelea Times.

Photo by thinkercooke.

[wweskywalker]

“Alysanne was oft described as pretty but seldom as beautiful, though she was born of a house renowned for beauty. Her eyes were blue rather than purple, her hair a mass of honey-colored curls. No man ever questioned her wits.”

[silverspotted]

toughest picture of the century lowkey

george rr. martin holding genetically engineered and newly “resurrected” dire wolf remus

[the-fiction-witch]

Lucky

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Princess Y/n Targaryen (Jace's Wife) Rating - 18+ nudity/ raw sex/ full sex/ pinv/ Word Count - 1323

Jacaerys sat on the end of his bed, his fingers fixing the buttons on his tunic and tucking it into his leather breeches to make himself look presentable. A long yawn forced its way from his lips forcing him to screw up his face before springing back for normality.

"Must you go?" His beloved wife Y/n begged from her space still snuggled up in bed with only the sheets to conceal her.

They had only just gotten married, his family had insisted he marry his betrothed and start work on an heir… Which he was delighted to do. But their honeymoon was now officially over and he must return to the work of councils and court business. "I must,” He sighed reluctantly, "I hope the sooner I have this meeting, the quicker it will all be wrapped up. If my luck turns I should be back in your sweet embrace this evening."

She pouted and huffed a little,

He smiled at her as he finished putting his belt over his tunic, "Don't be stubborn Y/n, I don't look forward to going any more than you do." He suggested as he slipped his boots on, fastening them tight.

"It'll be pointless. Some lords angry about some other lords veiled insults." She sighed as she crawled to the end of the bed,

“It might be,” he sighed knowing she was likely right,

"Wouldn't my handsome prince prefer to be here with me?" She let the sheets drop to reveal her naked body and wrapped her arms around Jacaeryss torso,

"I… I would yes," He smirked, "Wouldn't my princess prefer her handsome prince to be in good standing with his lords?" He teased with a smile as he wrapped his arms around her,

"Your Princess would prefer her lord be standing between her legs." She whispered,

This brought a chuckle from Jacaerys's lips as he scooped her into his arms, "A tempting offer my Princess, but I would not be so easily swayed." He claimed as he dropped her onto the bed, quickly pouncing on after so he was hovering above her,

Y/n smiled as she looked up at him, fixing one of his curls from his face. But she giggled as she shifted her hips feeling just what her teasing had done to her husband and feeling satisfied that he'd either have to stay with her like she wanted or go face his lords with an obvious hard-on.

He let out a grunt as he bit his lip to stifle any further noise. He rolled his eyes and stood up, attempting to straighten his clothing while hiding the bulge.

She smirked opening her legs suggestively,

"I can see you are in a particularly playful mood today, you win." He admitted defeat with a half sigh half chuckle, as he laid down on the bed,

Y/n happily jumped into his lap and pulled Jacaerys in for a heavy kiss, as her lips met his, he found his worries melt away as he was reminded of why he loved her so much. She happily shifted closer and shifted her hips, her hands gliding down his tunic unbuttoning it and slipping her hands in to stroke his bare skin.

He let out a sigh of pleasure as her hands met his skin, a grin growing his hands moved down her back and grabbed her ass,

Y/n slid her lips down his jaw and began to kiss and nibble at his neck trying to find a spot to make a hickey,

Jacaerys's hand left her ass to rest on the back of her head where he gently massaged her neck, his eyes closed and a groan left his lips as he felt her kisses turn to gentle nibbles.

She moaned and found her favourite spot biting down and sucking to leave a hard and obvious hickey, as she does she grinds her hips down on him,

He moaned and pushed her onto the bed and quickly tossed his clothes leaving him naked, he knelt between her legs and growled down at her, “You're lucky I love you, else I'd be furious with you.”

She giggled and happily pulled him down into a kiss,

He kissed back hungrily, pressing his hips against hers, “I love you, my Princess.”

"I love you more." She cooed pulling his hips in her desperation,

"I could argue that for eternity, and you know it well.." He teased, stroking his cock a couple of times before he pushed hard and deep his hips hitting hers,

Y/n screamed in her pleasure throwing her head back,

Jacaerys let out a soft moan as he started moving his hips, his hands resting beside her head to brace himself. In his lust he wanted her to be his and his alone. “I'm yours, and you're all mine…” His voice was quiet, full of love but lust too.

"And I am yours my beloved Jacaerys" she cooed between her gasps and moans, her back arching high off the bed, her hips against his own.

He kissed back up to her lips and let out a moan as he bit his lip, his body ached as he moved a little faster “Do you like it, my Princess?”

"so much my Prince!" She screamed scratching down his back as her body trembled,

He moaned loudly, his body was covered with small scratches from their honeymoon and the sudden surge of pain sent him wild. “My princess…” He began to slow down, panting quietly and kissing her neck lovingly. He moved slowly, he knew her body and he knew she was close, he wanted it to be amazing for her.

Her moans became short and choppy between her gasps her eyes rolling back and her head shifting on the sheets his name falling freely from her lips,

His lips moved from her neck to bite his bottom lip hard, he tried his best to silence his sounds in fear of the guards outside hearing and then the servants of the castle.

Her fingers twisted in his hair as her hips jerked and she screamed a throaty animalistic squeal as she hit her orgasm,

Jacaerys joined her, he cried out and his body shook as he buried his seed deep inside her before he pulled out and collapsed down on the bed beside her,

She whimpers between her panting, unable to think straight after the rush of pleasure "ummmm I love you…" She muttered

His hand ran through her hair, “I love you too my princess,” He whispered in his soft voice,

Y/n giggled and snuggled up tightly with Jacaerys making sure she had a tight grip so he couldn't leave,

Jacaerys smiled and tightened his own grip on her, “You'll be pleased to know that I yield, I'm not going anywhere today. It's me and you, all day and all night.”

"Hummmm…" She mumbled not trusting him,

He leaned forward and kissed her hair lovingly “I promise you, not even the Seven could drag me away now…”

"You promise? No sneaking away when I fall asleep?"

He chuckled and kissed her head again “Promise. I will be here when you wake up, and every time you wake up from this night on…”

She nodded,

“I do ask that you fetch me some wine though… you tired me out, my princess.”

“Of course,” Y/n giggled and happily jumped out of bed and slipped on her nightie fetching him a goblet of wine "Here you are most handsome Prince of Westeros"

He chuckled and took the wine “My thanks, my beautiful Princess.” He smiled softly at her as he took a sip before he set the goblet on his bedside table and grabbed her arm softly to pull her into his lap. “I'm the luckiest prince in Westeros if I get to wake up with you every morning, Y/n.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do,” he cooed giving her lips a tender kiss,

“And I’m the luckiest princess to get to be married to you, Jacaerys.” She cooed nuzzling into his neck,

“A very, very lucky Prince and Princess.” He laughed, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

[soncee]

Daenys and her baby Balerion

You can't convince me he wasn't spoiled.

[chelireads]

Rhaenyra and her bright boy (ft. Doll!Vermithor)

[artsypatience]

Rhaenys, Visenya and Cregan Stark x Black Aly from Fire & Blood

[vintosik]

Dany and her babies

[7seasofem]

nyra in velaryon colors 👑