#My Alicent Hightower [ 🥀 ]

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matchup for @coffeebooksrain18

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON MATCHUP

Aelys Targaryen’s match has to be in every world is Aemond Targaryen. I was trying hard in every way I possibly could to provide you a match that wasn’t Aemond, but every technique I tried led to him (she does end up with him for a good reason after all). But lemme start with my reasons: Both Aelys and Aemond carry the weight of the Targaryen name, and their sense of pride in their Valyrian heritage runs deep. I do not see in anyway for Aelys to fall in love with someone who doesn’t already bear the Tarageryen name (even if she was not a Targaryen) — her pride would not stoop so ‘low’. In Aemond, Aelys would find a counterpart whose own pride drives him to clash with others. Aemond is someone who is used to being underestimated or overshadowed—by his eldest brothers even even his younger brother, by his half-sister, and by his status as the infamous second son of House Targaryen—and this struggle for recognition and I think it would somehow resonate somewhere in Aelys’ soul. She is loud and always grasps for any sort of attention, and she is of royal blood. But being born in a family of 14 children and as someone who isn’t the oldest nor the youngest, she has to figure and carve out her own self amidst her family. Aelys’ free-spirited nature would be at odds with Aemond’s more brooding demeanor (we love our local Emo though). Yet they both act in rash, Aelys on impulse and Aemond with some impulse, but a little bit more calculation. Aelys is quick to speak her mind, unafraid to express her emotions, and driven by an innate sense of justice that often leads her to act without thinking of the consequences. I think this might frustrate Aemond at times, who is far more careful in his actions and views the world with a more cynical lens. Yet, I think this constrast between one another with blossom and be some sort of a foundation for their relationship. Aelys’ unflinching loyalty to those she loves would speak on some level Aemond, who, beneath his pride and ambition, has a more vulnerable side that he guards, but he is still a man who puts family above anything else (I’m so sorry Aemond. You would never betray your family and I am still quite upset at Condall’s decision at Rook’s Rest). While Aelys’s passion and wildness would draw him in, Aemond’s intensity and this quiet strength he builds inside him would challenge her in ways that she would find both infuriating yet thrilling. Both Aelys and Aemond are extremely protective of their families, though they show this loyalty in different ways. Aelys would defend her loved ones and, when angered, would go to extreme lengths (murder) to protect them, prolly also using her social standing to make sure that those who wrong her or her family are humiliated or punished in the worst possible manner. Aemond, though perhaps way less fiery in his methods, also has a loyalty to his family and is willing to do whatever it takes to safeguard its future—this sense of duty and ambition to prove his worth to his family is similar to Aelys, who also values the protection and well-being of those she cares about. Aelys and Aemond both have a sense of intense pride, not just in their bloodline and pure blood, but in their skills. Aemond’s skill as a dragonrider—his bond with the mighty Vhagar—mirrors Aelys’ love of dragon riding and her mount, Cannibal. They are both the blood of Old Valeria and Aelys would see in Aemond the same fire and ambition that she feels in herself. Have I yet to mention how obsessive each individual is? Because it would create such a fascinating relationship. Where Aelys’s emotions run hot and fast, Aemond’s tend to smolder beneath the surface. They would help one another embrace this new side of themselves (also can you imagine a new au with them where they did not grow up as children, but met later in life? THE TENSION? THE RIVALRY? I’ll stop myself here,) Can you tell I love this ship?

HEADCANONS

The dragons always seem to dance and people would scramble in fear or look in awe as Aelys sat atop her dragon soaring through the sky with Aemond behind her. Aelys is a competitive and Aemond is not one to turn down a challenge when faced with one. This leads to them at times to race their dragons through the sky. Aemond has the bigger dragon, everyone knew that. But Aelys’ dragon was slightly smaller and quicker than Vhagar. And Aelys never lets him forget that and always insist that they must race. Aemond had definitely got to the point at one point that he knew that Vhagar would not win, but the sweet smile plastered on Aelys’ face was worth every loss to the one eyed prince.

Aemond was one to not showcase his emotions freely, even restricting some of his feelings in-front of Aelys. In the beginning of their relationship, he would not shed a tear in front of her. It felt humiliating. One day, Aemond had promised Aelys he would attend the ball hosted by the Tyrell to celebrate Lord and Lady Tyrell 20th anniversary and Aelys, in such excitement, got all dressed up. Whenever Aemond asked what she would wear, she would giggle at him and tell him it’s a ‘secret’. The day of their departure, he sat by himself in the carriage before Aelys scrambled in cladded in an azure dress decorated in sapphires. That is when it clicked him. She wore this for him. His sapphire eye was not someone he held dear to his heart at all, yet at this moment where the Maiden incarnated in front of him wore it proudly. Tears prickled at the corner of his eye and he quickly blinked them away. It was stupid of him cry. Right? Well, Aelys laughed at him for a few hours so it must have been.

Aemond may be a second son, but that phrase does not deny that he is part of the royal family. Money is handed to him in his hands whenever he wants it. And there is nothing that will ever stop him from buying the most extravagant things for Aelys. Whenever he comes across any rare gems, he has them designed by specialists and created by only the best blacksmiths JUST so he can give it to Aelys and see her laugh in happiness. He would waste all the money there is in his coffers if it meant seeing her smile. And while he loves to give her big gifts, sometimes he would see a bouquet of roses and think of her immediately (he obviously buys it and leaves it on her bed as a surprise!)

Ship Tropes

Obsessed (Aemond) x Equally Obsessed (Aelys)

‘Fuck you’ (Aemond) x ‘Fuck me yourself, coward’ (Aelys)

Absolute power couple that can, and will, destroy the world for one another

Ship Songs

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Judas by Lady Gaga

Blood Mary by Lady Gaga

’UNBOWED, UNBENT, UNBROKEN’

Ok, perhaps you are thinking why I have included a Targaryen banner, despite stating the words of House Martell? Let me tell you the lore I created! I could not imagine a world she is not a Targaryen — she has this madness and fire kindling in her heart that can not be mistaken for any other house. But she was also a Martell! Free, sassy, rebellious and luxurious — all traits known in Martells. (I apologize for how short the explanation is, it makes sense in my head, but I do not know how to explain it!) In this universe, Queen Alysanne sent her daughter, Vissera, to marry the Dornish King in hopes of creating a stronger alliance between both nations. And their son, Qoren Martell married a Dayne women and from this union came 14 children with Aelys being the 3rd child.

DRAGON

I think Vermithor would the best choice for Aelys! They are both fiery and unapologetic, while sharing this fierce devotions for one another and their beloved ones. Vermithor is a beast of strength and loyalty and defiance — he would not let anyone harm Aelys in anyway. Like Aelys, Vermithor is a free individual and refused to be claim by anyone unless they truly impressed him (similar to Aelys’ own picky nature). While Aelys is more passionate, Vermithor would be a more grounding presence and not burn everything Aelys wants him to. That is unless they Vermithor has been upset by something too.

RELATIONSHIPS

ALICENT HIGHTOWER is a mother figure of sort to her. Aelys loves her Dayne mother above anything else, but when Aelys claimed Vermithor at the tender age of 7, she was sent to ward under King Viserys. Alicent, at first, only feared that Rhaenyra would try to wed Aelys to Jacerys ans she could not, in no universe, allow Rhaenyra to have Vermithor as it will only make her stringer during the Dance. So Alicent swiftly engages her own son, Aemond, to Aelys. It was pure political at first, but Alicent grew softer towards the young girl — she was alone and a stranger to this world just like how Alicent had been when she first came to the Red Keep. Alicent immediately took Aelys under her wing after that.

CASSANDRA BARATHEON is one of Aelys’ closest friend. Alicent had decided that it was only fitting for Aelys to have her own lady-in-waiting now that she is to marry a Targaryen Prince and she had already been a Martell Princess at home. Cassandra was the first one sent to Aelys and her closest one too. In Cassandra, the two could gossip, dress up, go to balls and all the other things ladies did back then. They are the prettiest and judgiest of besties

JACERYS ‘VELARYON’ is not one Aelys is fond of. Aelys believes in the superiority of certain blood over others and Jace is a bastard? Aelys is not afraid to show her distaste towards him the second she heard rumors of her engagement with him. She was a princess! And she will remain so. Although this hatred is not only reserved for Jace, but RHAENYRA TARGARYEN too. Something about her had always ticked Aelys off. Why was this spoiled princess trying to ruin her life and make her marry a bastard!? And when the incident at Driftmark occurred, Aelys had felt nothing but hatred towards Rhaenyra. When the king was not around, she would vocalize her hatred at the ‘Mother of Bastard’?

MOONBOARD

[coffeebooksrain18]

Oc matchup trade for @sugutoad hope you like it girly!

I match Myrielle with...Harwin Strong!!!

HEADCANONS

The day they met was at a tourney, she was sitting next to her brother Alaric hoping a knight would crown her their queen of love and beauty. Ever since Harwin was a boy he had a crush on Myrielle, so to see her favor not be taken yet put nothing but pure joy through his soul. He quickly asked for it on his first match and when he won the tourney he named her his queen of love and beauty.

After the tournament, your father and his quickly set up a betrothal, so the two started with walks through the gardens, then picnics by the beach, and at some point, they were sneaking off to abandoned halls to kiss. to say rumors were following the two of them would be an understatement. so much so your fathers agreed a quick wedding was in order and Harwin and Myrielle didn't put up a fight. for why should they, they already wanted this.

one of their favorite pastimes if for Harwin to sit her in his lap and have her read to him. her voice soothing him after a hard day with the city watch, and calms her for all she wants is to feel his touch, feel his heart beat as she rests her head upon his chest. and both are more than happy to oblige the other.

the night Myrielle went into labor for the first time was terrifying for both of them. her because her mother became ill after her, and Harwin cause he has to see his wife, the love of his life in excruciating pain and there is nothing he can do to help. the maesters do try and make Harwin leave but when he refused no one really wanted to argue with the man nicknamed "Breakbones".

when their son is born, a chubby thing with thick brown hair that already curled, neither could stop staring at him. he was too precious, too innocent, for how could they have made something so pure? "what are you thinking for a name, my love?" Harwi asked as he twirled a piece of their sons hair around his finger. "I was thinking...Lyonal. after your father." Myrielle answered with a smile. so Lyonal it was, and just so you know he was a wild child there wasn't one hour one of those two wasn't chasing after him screaming "NO! GET BACK HERE!"

HOUSE

I put her in House Tyrell, her soft and kind nature mixed with her cunning and ambitious nature matches them perfectly! also her redish brown hair matches them as well so it was a obvious choice for me to put her in house Tyrell.

DRAGON

I give her Silverwing! her kind and gentle nature matches Sliverwing perfectly! so much so that even before reading Myrielle's info I knew who her dragon would be. I think when she claimed Silverwig it was more of the dragon claiming her than the other way around. Myrielle was sitting on the beach with her son, Lyonal, when a great silver beast landed next to them and stared straight at her. She quickly picked up her son ready to run away or at least try to when the beast nuzzled up to her and laid on the ground before her. when King Viserys was told the story he knew that Silverwing had found her new rider.

SHIP TROPES

Brute (Harwin) x Gentle (Myrielle) Idiot always getting hurt (Harwin) x Personal nurse (Myrielle) Kind x Kind

SHIP SONG(S)

What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction Espresso By Sabrina Carpenter

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS

Rhaenyra Targaryen and Myrielle don't like each other one bit. at first, they didn't care about the other, but when Harwin came to Myrielle telling her how the crowned Princess tried to seduce him by calling him into her chambers and stripping in front of him. he swore he left and the next day when Rhaenyra would glare his way is the moment Myrielle knew he told the truth. Rhaenyra had turned to another lord to have her children instead.

Aegon Targaryen had always had a little boy crush on Myrielle, she had always found it cute and let him chase after her. He followed her around so much little Lyonal and Aegon became best friends, their friendship was so strong it would be sung well into Aeny II's ruling.

Alicent Hightower was dear friends with Myrielle, she was one of the few people who didn't treat the Queen poorly or in fear, she treated her like another Lady of Court only with a bit more respect as she is owed. because of this, it isn't a strange sight to find the two drinking tea and venting about life.

Larys Strong had always unnerved Myriellle, she would be kind to him but if she didn't have to interact with him she wouldn't. his calculating eyes and how it always felt like he was using her like some pawn. to say she was relieved when Harwin decided to take over his families seat would be a understatement.

Simon Strong was a funny old man in Myrielle's eyes. he loved to tell stories on Harwin's childhood. Harwin tries to stop them but even then he's laughing at the memories. hearing these stories makes Myrielle realize why their son Lyonal is so wild, because Harwin was. Myrielle adored Simon so much the next time she was pregnant and it was a son, she quickly named him Simon.

MOONBOARD

[sugutoad]

Daemons ans Reader time at last! Their meeting was so quick and meaningful because she finally feels safe again. Alicent isn’t here with her much — and she is the only other person she feels truly safe with and Daemon was gone too but now he is back. And the way he hugged her 😭😭 that’s so cute. I’m literally kicking my feet. I stopped when Vissy told her that he can’t lose her and she got so excited that she matters fo her father but he is like “yOur mY hEIr” like shut the fuck you rotting peice of shit. And Alicent oh my poor baby. Baby girl does not want to Mary that old man

The Red Queen (Chapter 12/?)

Your pov

I stand in front of Stromchaser looking down at where she laid her clutch. The Dragonkeepers say she lays many because of her bond to Caraxes, but I don't yet why her being close to Caraxes means she lays more eggs. 

“Nyke jaelarys ao ȳdra daor jiōragon upset hāedar, yn nyke jorrāelagon naejot gūrogon nykeā drōmon sīr Kepus tepagon arlī issa lēki” I say as I run my hands along her jaw before kneeling and cracking the shell like Kepus showed me. 

I hope you don't get upset girl, but I need to take an egg so Kepus gives back my brother's.

I lift a hammer and slam it down on the film that encases the eggs. When I reach in, all I feel is warm slimy stuff, but even as I grimace and wish to hurl I keep searching until I feel not one, not two, but four eggs. I grab the first one I can and pull it out to find a gorgeous silver egg with light green accents along the ends of the scales. 

This is pretty enough for Kepus's baby. I think as I set it in the satchel I brought. 

I take out the last three eggs, one a deep magenta with gold accents, another is pure black, and the final is a light blue with dark blue accents. 

“Kirimvose hāedar. Ao mazverdagon se olvie gevie drōma” I say as two Dragonkeepers walk forward to take the eggs. 

Thank you girl. You make the most beautiful eggs. 

It takes no time at all to climb upon her back and clip me into the saddle. I've done it so many times it's almost like muscle memory. 

“Sövegon!” I call out and Stromchaser starts running to the exit and within seconds we are flying. 

I grip the satchel as I try to remember which way is to Dragonstone, but just as I reach for the reins to turn Stromchaser she is ready flying in that direction. 

As we fly I think about how Kepus stole my brother's egg. How he says he's marrying whore, and I find I have more questions. 

What is a whore, and why is it bad he's marrying one? Why Baelon's egg, why not take one from Stromchaser like I did? It just doesn't make sense especially since Papa says he's lying. 

I remember how angry Papa was when he heard the news, how he wanted to face Kepus, how his council said it was dangerous. 

How is Kepus dangerous? He's kind and gentle, he wouldn't hurt us. 

But most of all, I remember how it felt like my heart was being crushed, how tears came to my eyes, how it hurt that he took that egg. I don't know why, I didn't know Baelon, but it matters to me, it matters so much I want to hit Kepus for being so mean. 

I'm startled from my thoughts as I hear Caraxes roar to which Stromchaser responds as she lands on the bridge behind the Hand and Kingsguards. 

I climb down quickly and run forward, all the guards move out of my way but just as I'm about to pass the Hand he steps in my way. No matter how I try and side step him he steps in front of me. 

“What are you doing here, Princess? You should be at the Red Keep.” He says coldly.

“Papa let's me fly whenever I want wherever I want so i went for a fly and came here. It is my seat, this castle is mine.” I say the practiced words everyone says to me, the ones I said incase they stopped me.

All that I said isn't a lie though, Papa doesn't ask where I go or when. He doesn't mind if I'm late to things unless their important which i would never miss anyways. He also always says that Dragonstone is mine and that's why I had to switch rooms, the Maids are still moving all my toys that Kepus gave me as we speak. 

“Ser Criston bring your charge back to her dragon.” The Hand says waving me off with a scoff. I turn to Ser Criston and shake my head, I know he has to listen to me before anyone, well except the King. 

When he nods his head and steps back, I turn and move forward again only to have the Hand grip my arm and glare down at me. But before he can speak Caraxes lets out a rageful roar and starts climbing towards as fire builds in his throat. 

My arm is quickly released as the Hand steps back looking between Caraxes and Kepus in fear. “Lykirī.” Is all Kepus says to make Caraxes close his maw and huff the smoke from the flames he built in his belly. 

“That was almost a horrible mistake on your part, Lord Hand.” Kepus says almost mockingly. 

I take this as an opportunity to run over to the person I came here for. And when he notices he kneels on the ground and holds his arms out letting me rush into his arms as he encloses me in his warmth. 

When he holds me I feel safe, I feel like I'm at home, it feels like my soul finally feels whole.

“What are you doing here, ñuha riña?” Kepus whispers as he kisses my brow. 

“For My brother's egg.” I say and he freezes as he looks at me almost remorseful.

He opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off as I hold up the silver and light green egg. “It's for your baby, I just want my brother's egg back.” I fight the tears that come to my eggs as I look at the deep green egg that is almost black. 

But to everyone's surprise she shacks his head and puts the egg back in my satchel along with my brother's. 

“I'm on Dragonstone, I'm sure I can find an egg here. No need to give me one. Is it from her new clutch?” He says as he tucks my hair behind my ears so it's not in my face. 

I nod as I look at his soon-to-be wife. She is pretty, with tan skin and long black hair, but she seems too skinny from the ladies at court, he likes to talk too.  She wears a white gown which confuses me as he said their wedding was three days from now. 

But I'm brought back to him as he grips my chin and turns me to look at him. “You should go, your Father will be furious.” He says with a sad smile as he picks me up and starts walking towards Stromchaser. 

I feel a wave of panic as I know this may be the last time I ever see him, that I may never get to be with the one person who ever made me feel truly happy. 

So as he walks I take in the way his nose is like a straight line. The deep lilac of his eyes. The silver hair that reaches the middle of his back, so much like my own in color. 

I fight tears as he sits me on the saddle and clips me in. He gives my cheek a kiss before telling me to go, and even though I don't want to, even though every bone in my body is screaming to stay, I command Stromchaser to fly and leave him and Caraxes behind. 

When I land there is a guard waiting for me. 

“The King wishes to see you, Your Grace.” He says but he seems to be afraid of Stromchaser. 

Why is everyone afraid of her? She's so nice! I think as I climb down with my satchel. 

The guard guides me to a carriage and no matter how often I ask he won't tell me why Papa wants to see me. 

I can't help but feel on edge as I'm guided through the Keep until we're in front of his chamber doors.

“The Princess, Your Grace.” The guard says as he holds the door open for me. 

I grip the strap of my satchel when Papa turns and glares down at me. I go to speak but he holds his hand up until the doors make the resounding click. 

“Do you have any idea how scared I was? I thought I lost you, it was only when a Dragonkeeper said you gave them Stromchasers eggs that I knew what you did.” I hear his rage and fear, I hadn't realized I did something wrong.

“You let me fly whenever I want, I didn't think there would be a problem.” I try to explain. 

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.”Yes, but that is because you stay here, in Kinglanding. When I saw you were gone and Stromchaser was not in the skies, I thought the worst. I can't lose you, darling.” 

I look down ashamed but a smile rises to my lips when he says he can't lose me. For he's never said this to me, only Nyra. 

“You can't lose me?” I ask looking up at him again. 

“Of course I can't, you're my heir.” He says standing and turning back towards his desk shuffling papers around. 

I feel my heart crack at his words, though I don't know why. I go to say something, anything but nothing comes out as he waves me off dismissively. 

“Go on, I need to finish work and you need to study for your lessons.” 

And with that, I take out Baelon's egg, setting it on the ground before turning and leaving. 

As I walk down the abandoned halls, not a soul in sight, I've never felt more alone.

Alicents pov

I run my hand over your hair as you pass me to fill Lord Corlys cup. I watch as you and Laena whisper to each other as Laena glares at her Father. 

From what you’ve told me she isn’t keen on the idea of being Queen, and I don’t blame her. Though he is the King, he isn’t the handsomest man and most definitely not a little girl's dream knight. 

Once you are sure all the Lords are taken care of you come right back to me, gripping my skirt and resting your head against my hip. It at times shocks me how natural it feels for you to be my little girl, there are nights I truly wonder if I birthed you for how could I love you this much if not?

When the King turns he instantly notices how you gravitated towards me, and how he smiles in content. I know now why he invited me to the meeting. I feel a pit grow in my belly as he starts to speak.

“I have chosen to take a new wife,” He starts before hesitating and looking towards Rhaenyra who nods with a sad smile. He doesn’t even look your way before saying the words I was praying he wouldn’t. 

Look at her too, let her say she agrees. I think when the nail in the coffin finally comes. 

“I will wed the Lady Alicent.” 

I feel all the blood drain from my face, I can’t hear anything above the buzzing in my ears. I can feel the sting from my nail beds but I know I can’t stop, it’s the only thing that seems to bring me comfort. 

I’m brought back when I feel you take my hand, you seem so happy, like if there was anyone you would want to be your new Mother it would be me. 

“Congratulation.” You say and all I can do is smile and nod before the meeting is called over because of Lord Corlys outburst. 

As I leave I turn to look at you as you speak to your Father about what has just happened. I wish he didn’t chose me, but if you are now my true and unarguable daughter, then it is worth it.

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the header for this fic! I swear I'd be lost without you girly!

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"YOU'VE BOTH MATURED YOURSELVES THESE PAST FEW YEARS,"

Daemon targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen.

WARNINGS: Canon typical incest/targcest (brother and sister, uncle and niece, aunt and niece) fluff, kissing. (Idk how to write warnings)

Series

Daenys had some spiralling conflicts with her mind and her heart. She felt a sense of connection with Rhaenyra that she had never experienced before, and it was scarying her. So she decided it was time to pay a visit to her favourite cousin.

7 moons later

Laena, her sweet niece had recently claimed Vhagar, the largest dragon alive.

They were currently flying throughout Driftmark and, 'Aunt, mother, look!" Laena, who sat on top of Vhagar in the saddle, pointed to the ship in the distance.

Daenys wore beautiful blue riding clothes gifted by her dearest cousin. Her luscious silver hair flowed freely with the wind.

Rhaenys eyes squinted at the number of ships, and her eyes widened. The distant sound of Caraxes whistle could be heard, which made Nyx's head turn at the sound, and she let out a pleasant roar.

'Velaryon flags..- " Daenys' shock was replaced with a happy expression while coaxing Nyx to calm down, "Shh, I know you missed Caraxes," she pats her dragon.

That meant Daemon was back from the Stepstones and have won against the crabfeeders.

"Father and Laenor are back!" Laena said delightedly and turned to her Aunt Daenys and flashed her a teasing grin, "You must be pleased that your betrothed is back."

"He is not my betrothed, silly girl. Now, if you excuse me -" Daenys scowled, "Sovegon."

Rhaenys sighed, watching her little cousin fly off in the direction of Kingslanding and then gave her daughter a look.

Rhaenys knew that eventually, the two would get married soon. They both shared the blood of dragon. The other Lords that offered their hand weren't worthy of the precious Princess Daenys.

🥀

To say Daenys was genuinely surprised that a party was being thrown for Daemon in the royal gardens was an understatement. She had heard the rumours of him being the King of the Stepstones, which brought a small satisfied smile on her face.

Everyone present seemed to be enjoying the warm weather. Daenys ignored the preying eyes of lords and knights on her and solely focused on her family wearing a genuine smile.

A servant passed by with a tray of wine, which she gladly took and thanked the servant.

Alicent stood by the King like a dutiful wife she was wearing a tight smile. Though she remained still to the best of her ability while rubbing her arms clearly discomforted by the Rouge's presence. It was clear that Daemon loathed the Queen just like Daenys herself.

"Princess Daenys, Your Grace" Daenys's name was announced, and immediately, the crowd stepped aside for the Princess.

Some were in awe while others held feelings of lust for the silver-haired princess, which made Daemon for some reason feel a rush of irritation.

Rhaenyra didn't waste any time walking over to her beautiful aunt. " Daenys."

"Rhaenyra.' she happily accepted her embrace, and Rhaenyra blushed when she pressed a kiss on her cheek.

"Come enjoy some lemon cakes with me. I saved you some chocolate." Rhaenyra said shyly.

That seemed to catch Daenys' attention and immediately accepted Rhaenyra's hand as she guided her to the dessert table, unaware of the Hightower Queen watching them with an enviouse glare.

"I can't believe he's back." Daenys mused, tasting her wine while Rhaenyra tasted the candied lemon slice in her mouth. Rhaenyra just looked at her and licked her fingers before swiping away the leftover wine on the corner of her lips.

"Nyra!" She whined.

"It's fun teasing you, my dearest Aunt." Rhaenyra had just gotten back from her six moons of tour and rejected the majority of her suitors.

The way she felt about Daenys wasn't simple. When her mother had died, Daenys had been there for her more than anyone. Rhaenyra adorned this woman.

She spent every morning, noon, and night thinking of Daenys Targaryen, their passionate kisses, her gentle touch, her aunt's genuine concern about her. She was a goddess in Rhaenyra's eyes, whether it was her pretty smiles, her pouty lips, or her fiercely protective nature.

Daenys smiled at her, "I take it the tour did not go well."

"They were old enough to be Vhagar's age." That made Daenys' nose scrunched displeasingly, making Rhaenyra giggle.

"Perhaps I have not found the one with the blood as hot as a dragon like mine, yet" Rhaenyra said, looking at Daenys's eyes.

"Let us go greet your father and Uncle," Daenys said, clearing her throat, trying not to address what Rhaenyra meant.

"Wellif it isn't my Prince Charming. Congratulations on your victory, brother," Daenys said, earning a laugh from Viserys.

"You shouldn't have thrown the party. Now his ego is bigger than Nyx, " Daenys said to Viserys, pouting.

'Thank you, Princess," Daemon spoke with a small smirk that held a double meaning behind his words. Daenys blushed at his words. Daemon looked irresistibly charming in his new haircut.

'And I have heard that Rhaenys is considering marrying you to Corlys' youngest cousin brother, Victor Velaryon. He will make a fine Prince consort. He's a good man." Viserys said remembering him years ago.

This brought a fake laugh from Rhaenyra and a hum from Daemon as he narrowed his eyes in amusement.

"Pin-cess!" Daenys turned her head to see small toddler wearing a gummy smile bouncing towards her with her arms out. Her septa hurried behind anxiously, "Apologies, Princess," the septa bowed her head.

" Hello, little princess," Daenys cheered, smiling brightly at the little girl with brown hair. Apparently, she was a daughter of some High Lord. The little girl was captivated by Daenys's beauty.

Daemon watched in awe as Daenys picked the girl in her arms. He had seen her interact with Rhaenys' children, yet he found himself imagining the baby in her arms, was his with long silver hair and big beautiful purple eyes.

His eyes hungrily wandered at her form. She looked absolutely beautiful over the years they've been apart.

Her hair was flowing freely, and it was clear from flying on Nyx. Her cheeks got fuller as well as her breast, which made Daemon hard just by the thought of it.

However, Daemon wasn't the only one staring her, Sir Criston Cole blissfully observed Daenys.

Daenys offered Sir Criston a smile.

"Perhaps the Prince Daemon and Princess Daenys would care for a tour of the gallery," Alicent offered, trying to mingle.

Rhaenyra's lips twitched at the thought of Daemon exploring the gallery.

"They haven't seen the new tapestries gifted to you by Norvos and Qohor." Alicent pressed.

"Would you like to see the tapestries?" Viserys asked Daemon before laughing out loud.

Daenys saw the hurt look on Alicent's face and turned her head to look at her brother, ready to snap,

"He has no interest in such things," Viserys said humorously.

"I'd like to see them. Would anyone like to accompany me?" Rhaenyra asked, trying to escape this dreadful talk.

"I would," Daenys replied merrily

"Oh, then you should not deprive yourself," Viserys told her.

But before Daenys could move, Daemon grabbed her wrist, "Later," he announced and dragged her with him. Daemon lightly chuckled, finding this situation amusing, making Daenys roll her eyes.

"Daemon!" she exclaimed, turning to face him with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

"Come," he said, his voice low and urgent. Without waiting for a response, he pulled her away towards a secluded corner of the garden.

As they reached the privacy of the overgrown bushes, Daemon turned to face Daenys. His gaze was intense, his expression a mix of longing and desire. Without any warning, he cupped her face in his large hands and leaned in for a passionate kiss. Daenys, initially taken aback, couldn't resist the pull of his desire. She returned his kiss with equal fervour, her heart pounding in her chest.

"And I missed you too," she replied, leaning in for a brief, chaste kiss with a smile.

Daemon's kiss deepened, his hands cupping her face. He lifted her effortlessly, allowing her legs to wrap around his torso. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their passion igniting like a wildfire.

"Don't pull that stunt ever again," Daenys complained, her voice muffled by Daemon's kisses, "I was in the middle of a conversation".

Daemon chuckled, his breath warm against her ear. "I won't," he promised, pulling away to press a tender kiss to her temple. Setting Daenys down, Daemon smoothed her hair and cupped her face in his hands.

"How's your wife? Mysaria? Was it" She asked, her tone playful.

Daemon rolled his eyes. "Just accept it, you're jealous," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

Daenys scowled, but he found her reaction amusing. He moved closer, their faces mere inches apart. Daenys refused to waver, her gaze unwavering despite the proximity of their lips.

Daemon grasped her neck with his large hand and grinned.

"There you two are," Rhaenyra's voice interrupted them, her tone light and teasing.

Daemon resisted the urge to scrowl at his niece when Daenys pulled away quickly.

Rhaenyra wore a content smile, yet her eyes trained on Daemon almost smugly, "You seem content on Dragonstone. Why did you come back? There is surely more to your return than simply taunting my father." She asked in High Valyrian.

"So what do you want?" She said.

"Only the comforts of home and to see my favourite niece and baby sister," Daenys felt like there was a whole other meaning behind it but chose not to say anything.

The three moved to the shade. Daemon chose to sit while Daenys and Rhaenyra stood.

"I had not thought you would particularly be comfortable with this home," Rhaenyra spoke.

Daemon poured glasses of wine for the two girls and then offered Daenys to seat on his lap.

Daenys gladly took a seat on his lap while Rhaenyra shifted in her spot, visibly not pleased.

"The adventurous must've changed you," and the two Targaryens stared at her with a soft gaze.

"You've both matured yourself these past few years,"

Daemon stared at Daenys in admiration. She had certainly become a fine woman, and it was certain that he wasn't the only one who thought that. His niece seemed quite taken with her as well.

"My father seems content to sell me off to whichever lord has the biggest castle,' Rhaenyra spoke in annoyance. Daenys grabbed her hand in support and said,

"Your father is getting on my nerves, lately"

"There are worse things to be sold for," Daemon replied, speaking of experience. He had been young when he was betrothed to Rhea Royce.

"Marriage is only a political arrangement. Once you are wed, you can do as you like," Daemon directed his words at the Princess.

"For men, marriage might be a political arrangement. For women, it is a death sentence." Rhaenyra said in High Valyrian.

"Would that it was. I would've been rid of my Bronze Bitch ages ago." He replied in High Valyrian.

Rhaenyra sipped on her wine while refilling Daenys' goblet.

"Your wife has been fortunate. You haven't put a child in her." Rhaenyra said.

"I doubt a child could grow in such a hostile environment." Daemon replied, his laughter fading away as Rhaenyra scoffed.

"My mother was made to produce heirs .. and it got her killed," Rhaenyra spoke heavily in emotion. Daenys remembered the time when Aemma gave birth to Rhaenyra and how much she suffered then. The horrifying birthing scene made young Daenys run away from home in order to avoid marriage and the same fate.

"I won't subject myself or Rhaenyra to the same fate," Daenys stated strongly.

"What happened to your mother was a tragedy. But this is a tragic world." Daemon's words were laced with comfort towards Rhaenyra.

"I have no desire to live in fear. Only solitude." Rhaenyra replied strongly. Daemon smiled at the two women with such newfound fondness.

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As Daenys was getting ready for bed, she noticed a bag sitting on the chair. She moved it and lifted the bag onto the table and poured out its contents onto the table to see commoners' clothing.

"Daenys?" A whisper spoked, a voice she recognised.

"Rhaenyra?" Daenys replied. She turned around to see her niece come out of the wall. A secret door she had no idea existed, "Rhaenyra, how did you even discover the secret passages?" she asked in awe.

She momentarily forgot about the bag and went up to Rhaenyra in excitement, "Can you imagine what we can do with this? We can sneak into kitchens or -

Rhaenyra had placed a hand over Daenys' mouth to keep her quiet, "Now aunt-you do not want us to get caught do you? Now, have you received a bag from Daemon?"

'Yes... Where are we going?" Daenys's eyes widened in curiosity, but for some reason felt a bit giddy as to what they were going to do tonight, Daenys lived for adventure.

"We are going out tonight and exploring the streets with Uncle Daemon as our guide."

Daenys wasted no time getting changed into the dress and cloak. She had pinned her hair up and had it tucked behind a long scarf. There was no way she'll have herself recognized.

"You look very handsome." Daenys complimented Rhaenyra, who was dressed as a little boy.

"Why, thank you, Princess," Rhaenyra replied cheekily.

Daenys reached for Rhaenyra's hand, "Well, what are we waiting for?" The Realm's Delight chuckled at her aunt's impatience. Together, they go through the secret door and into the hidden corridor.

When they reached outside, Daemon was already standing there dressed in a cloak with a hood over his head. "Took you both long enough." He smirked.

A/N: Double update <3

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aemond enjoys the limbo and goes back and forth between alys and the reader. 🏃‍♂️it was good that the reader and her hypocrite kinslayer could talk about helaena 🐞and connect through it, but his reading... well he's probably reading it because of alys.. 🙄ulterior motives.. doesn't he have any guilt about being with alys when reader and he is linked to fate according to helaena prophecy ? *his obsession*👹I hope she escapes the vicious cycle and gives fire to the hightowers and sits on the throne at the end. 🖤

I would love to know how fire and blood describes our reader and tells her story.. I can't get that out of my head with the picture of our reader breaking into the dragon pit, flying away and taking revenge with her family, maybe she'll burn Alicent first and then I don't care about the order, whether first otto,aegon and ser criston and then finally aemond have to die in agony. 🔥 😈🐉🙌🙌🥳👸

aemond👺 they are connected but he molested her, raped her, humiliated her, killed her brother and her dragon and the list goes on and on... and wants to force the reader to transform into his submissive yet fiery biting wife „get a grip“🙄

Aemond: it is love Everyone: no it is not you are delusional

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Alys: do you love me more than Reader?

Aemond: shut up!

*and uses her to stop thinking about reader*🙈

Please 🥺 you don‘t need to update every day update when you want to and feel like it 🖤 enjoy your life 🥀 and don‘t listen to us obsessive readers🖤🖤

Aemond is switching it up so much he’s giving the reader whiplash 😭 this man needs some serious therapy and mood stabilisers Jesus H. Christ 😂😂😂

He doesn’t really feel too much guilt, and Helaenas prophecy never forbade him from fucking Alys so he’s like why not both ? 💀💀💀

Aemond wants the reader to be submissive and also to fight back and gets angry when he doesn’t get one or the other like SIR 😭😭😭

I’m so glad you’re loving it and I absolutely adored reading this message !! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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EMILY CAREY AS ALICENT HIGHTOWER IN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | SEASON 1 EPISODE 4 “KING OF THE NARROW SEA”

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a creation for every month of 2022

post your favorite or most popular post from each month this year ( it’s okay to skip months ).

i was tagged by my bestie aka the talented and brilliant @harwinstrng to do this !! pls bare with me as there are hardly any sets this year oopsie 

january:

🥀 i only posted one set: geralt + jaskier text post

february:

🥀 no sets in february

march:

🥀 i only posted one set: merthur + sign of the times

april:

🥀 no sets in april

may:

🥀 no sets in may

june:

🥀 i only posted one set: darth vader vs obi-wan kenobi

july:

🌸 favourite: skull rock scene in a nutshell 🌼 most popular: eddie munson: certified atheist™️

august:

🥀 no sets in august

september:

🥀 i only posted one set: on a scale from eddie to argyle, how well do you handle stress?

october:

🌸 favourite & 🌼 most popular: alicent hightower + brutal

tagging 🧚🏻‍♂️: @enidsinclaiir @kingsroad @padme-amidala @gizkalord and anyone else who would like to partake !!

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AELYS X AEMOND WEB WEAVING for @coffeebooksrain18

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It is I who is Mother’s rightful heir, not my bastard brothers - Queen Valaena Velaryon, First of Her Name for @coffeebooksrain18

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INTRODUCTION OF THE RED QUEEN AU by @coffeebooksrain18

The second daughter of King Viserys is plunged into the world of politics and chaos when named heir after her Mother’s death. She must navigate through betrayals, family and love — especially the love for her Uncle Daemon.

Aelys Targaryen is a pure Targaryen — and she will only answer to fire and blood. Born and raised a Princess, she expects no less of any. Not even that of her soon to be husband. Aemond Targaryen gets what’s he want, but Aelys will never allow herself to him — at lest not without a game.

As the daughter of Aelys and Aemond Targaryen, she was given the world in her palm. When Maegora finally began to understand life, she had found love in Daemion Targaryen — the two made for one another by the Gods.

The Baratheon’s rebelled against the dragons, only to fall against fire and blood. When Rhagar comes victorious in the battle and wears his crown at last, the duty of marriage and the bargain with the Lannisters lands at his feet. Marrying Tywin’s youngest daughter was no easy thing. Not when she hated him so much.

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a little gift for @coffeebooksrain18 for the holidays! This is a series and this is only part 1 featuring her lovely oc, Lilith Baratheon x Aegon Targaryen!

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INTRODUCTION TO THE MY HEART MY RUIN AU by @coffeebooksrain18

Rhaella Targaryen is the daughter of Aeny and the heart of Maegor. When the fire kindles in Maegor’s heart, she is the only one to calm it down too. But she is a dragon and the fire sparks in her heart too. She is the daughter of the dragons and the day she was held in Maegor’s arm, they became one another’s heart and ruin.

Lily Waters and Aemon Targaryen were doomed by the Gods the day they met one another. The night before his marriage to Jocelyn Baratheon, Aemon wanted one night for himself before locking his soul in the cage of duty. Little did he know that night he would meet Lily Water — a whore and a bastard — yet, somehow she would change his world, but not his ending.

After the death of his wife, Baelon Targaryen knows it is his duty to marry again. And while his heart still lays with Alyssa, he marries his youngest sister, Aelora, only out of duty. But they do say that love is the death of duty.

After the death of his first wife, Daemon Targaryen is put in the same position as his father had been years ago. But unlike him, Daemon always knows what he wants. And now, he wanted his half-sister, Visanna Targaryen as his for she is half his soul and heart.

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Im gonna let you pick between these two.

Aelys x Myrielle

Or

Maegora x Alaric

And who would their kid/kids be? And if you want to sprinkle their relationship in their too go for it!

ohh I adore these ideas!

ok so first for THE couple — Aelys x Myrielle

Name: Alysanne Vallici/Targaryen — take your pick for the last name (ok I think Aelys would convice Myrielle to use a Targ name and Myrielle, who struggles at saying ‘no’ to her partners, says ofc since she likes the names Alysanne AND it is to also honor the late Queen)

Gender: Female

General Appearance: The Targaryen genes are very evident. Alysanne would have the Targaryen hair, but it is much more gold in color because of Myrielle’s auburn hair. Her eyes are very pretty! She has a periwinkle color — a mix of lilac and blue from her mothers. She would be pretty short too. Aelys is really short if I remember correctly and Myrielle isn’t the tallest either (rather average in height). I literally just had to think of these two before I got a face claim!

Personality: She would be a really confident person. Aelys raised her in a way to not shy away from what she wants + she isn’t as psychotic as Aelys since Myrielle wants her daughter to be kind. She would be raised as a proper lady in court, with everything offered to her which is one of the reasons she would struggle to hear the word ‘no’ from others. She would have a very child like personality who always giggles around and never takes anything serious, but she was given excellent education as a kid and is those kids who skip class or are asleep yet they get perfect grades.

Special Talents: She‘d be an excellent singer. Writing her down, I couldn’t help but think of a singer if that makes the slightest of sense. She is a quick learner also everythung came easier to her, but singing was a challenge at first and all the other ladies in court could do it, so she set her mind upon it and like Aelys, she did not step down from what she want. She jusr ended up locking herself in her room a lot, singing until she was the best.

Who they like better: Ohh she likes both! Myrielle is more nurturing to her and soft, but she is also really protective and stricter while Aelys would give her the freedom she wants and just be the overall the chiller parent

Who they take after more: Aelys through and through from her looks to her personality!

Personal Headcanon: Alysanne prays a lot, she is a devout follower like Myrielle (that’s what happens when you grow up in the Vallici households). But she doesn’t believe in the Seven nor the Fourteen. She has this mixed version in her head from seeing each parent pray to different Gods and she wants to believe both are right and that neither mother is a liar. This child like ideology woild become a mindset and she would grow up believing in both aspects of both faiths, filling in plot holes and overlaps to justify herself.

Face Claim: Maria Valverde is THE face claim for her! Especially her as Lucreia! She has golden hair and this otherworldly beauty her mothers posses and the softness in Myrielle’s face

now for — Maegora x Alaric!

Name: Aerion Vallici. I was tempted to pick a non-Valyrian name but I saw this and I just knew Alaric would name his son that!

Gender: Male

General Appearance: He looks pure Vallici. He has Alaric’s dark and shaggy hair, paler skin and his overall built. He is much leaner than his father, but almost as tall as him as 6”1. His eyes are his from his Mother’s house instead of fhe Vallici blue. His eyes aren’t really light, but they are a dark purple that almosr appear black at times. High cheek bones like his beloved Mother. ALSO he has a little birthmark near his shoulder that looks like a mini star, but he always hides it away from everyone.

Personality: He love loves to rile people up! Well only his cousins and friends which he doesn’t have many of. He is really respectful of others and soft, just like Maegora during her youth. He is a bit of the a pathetic loser and gets emotional really easily. He gets love from his family, BUT he wants to feed off their love. He is touchy. He also pents up his anger. He does get emotional, yes, but he only expresses all of them except anger since ‘Mother says to not be mad at others’ ans all those mean thoughts he ever had ans wanted to say belong in his head. He seems so nice but he is a little bit of a bitch on the inside.

Special Talents: Aerion is really good at handling a sword. Despite his Mother’s disapproval, Alaric wanted Aerion to learn how to fight at a young age jusr like him. He used his connections to get Aerion the best knights to squire for and trained Aerion himself. Aerion however doesnr enjoy fighting much unless it’s for training purposes since he doesn’t like it when he trains since he always lets that bottled up anger through his sword and seeings himself uncontrolled at times terrifies him slightly.

Who they like better: Alaric. Maegora is an excellent mom but Aerion feels too coddled up and infantlized in her presence. Alaric treats him like he isn’t a baby but his proper age. He trains, drinks and laughs mainly with his father especially as a child at that estate since it was quite an isolated place especially if you are an onky child.

Who they take after more: Maegora. He is quiet, soft, touchy and a little bit of a air head at times and kind BUT he is a bit more meaner then his Mother

Personal Headcanon: He is a horrible liar. He does not lie often since it is obviously wrong, but when he does, he feels so guilty and if someone finds out he is lying, they won’t like him anymore in his head. Same wirh secrets. Small secrets that are harmless can be kept but if you tell him something bigger, it’s so obvious he is lying and hiding a truth or secret with how he speaks ans looks away. Normally the guilt gets to him ans he tells someone, even if it is a cousin or parent that would swear they won’t tell anyone. He just CAN’T handle holding secrets especially all by himself.

Face Claim: Spencer MacPherson! He has that boyish looks and is pretty. Plus he matches all the description!

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matchup for @coffeebooksrain18

GREEK MYTHOLOGY MATCHUP

I ship you with Hecate — Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft. Hecate, known for her connection to the moon, Magic and the unseen, aligns in a similar manner with your introspective nature and your love for dark themes.. Both of you sometimes face misunderstandings due to your blunt honesty and RBF, and for Hecate, it is is often because of her much darker realm. But magic in truth is not harmful nor deadly, it is the person who wields the power that chooses to be such. Hecate would adore your honesty and your ability to get through any sort of tension to stand up for what you believe (she, herself, is a minor goddess so overlooked and she always has to stand up for her own self, and your presence and confidence only helps more). Hecate is known for many things, but above all else, she is fierce in her loyalty to Hades. She would cherish you so deeply, giving everything and laying it at your feet. Hecate's more soothing aura would temper your fire, navigating you through bouts of anger with the grace you would need. The both of you are cunning and intelligent, and never backing down from anything (can you imagine the bicker?). Hecate is often linked to animals, particularly dogs, which resonates in a way with your love for animals (Willow!) You, like her, are cunning and independent—which align with Hecate’s nature. And as a little bonus, your fascination with dragons, mythical creatures, and darker themes would fit so well with Hecate’s realm of magic and the supernatural.

HEADCANON

To clarify in this world, you are the youngest of Leto’s children. Your elder siblings couldn’t be much different, yet they were still twins. It was always them together (you found yourself a mix of them). And although you were your Mother’s favorite, it was lonely to grow up without someone who would always be with you as a companion. Leto quickly took notice of it and introduce you to Hecate. Although older than you, you found it easy to be around with her. You first met her underneath a Willow tree, when she poked her head from the leaves, scaring you. But she laughed and quickly you began to laugh too. She understood you better than any of your siblings and she challenged you to be this better person. Hecate was supposed to be a sister to you… but alas, the fates were having quite a giggle to themselves as they weaves your strings. When she had to leave for the underworld, she were persistent that she could be a Goddess here instead. Here with you. As a parting gift, she presented you with a dog (who you would later name Willow, afterall you did meet Hecate underneath a Willow tree).

Although each myth differs, the most consistent one is this story of yours and Hecate. Although many people may assume the northern auroras were created by Selene or Artemis, it was in fact Hecate. The day she declared her love for you and took you in her arms, she used magic to illuminate the night sky in colors of purple and green, knowing that those were your favorite colors. She later took you to the underworld in a chariot of diamond, guided by two horses. Each horse was a deep black, covered in the shadows in truth, but its skin was slightly translucent, allowing you to see gleaming white bones.

Both you and Hecate are quiet individuals and this actually allows both of you to stay in each other’s comfort zone at times (unless Hecate is having one of her mood swings, she will probably push you to your limits at times). But can you imagine it? The room softly illuminated a dim glow as the fire crackles near you (although a cold chill still brushes against your skin at times). Hecate is half-dozed off, her gaze so soft while looking at you as you are in her arms. CAN YOU IMAGINE?

Ship Tropes

wonders why everyone is scared of them (You) x the scary shadow (Hecate)

Not sunshine nor moonlight, but an eclipse

lalala x okokok (alters all the time)

Ship Songs

E.T by Katy Perry

Say Yes to Heaven by Lana De Ray

GODDES OF… WHAT?

You are the Goddess of Introspection and Truth, you personified the ability to guide others on their journeys of self-discovery, showing the paths meant and hidden for people. Your power is simply hidden in your brutal honesty and deep emotional insight, helping those who seek your counsel to confront their vulnerabilities (something that tends to me an humans biggest fear at times) and truly embrace themselves. You serve as a beacon of clarity, revealing hidden truths, fostering emotional growth and to help encourage others to navigate their feelings with courage and understanding. Your connection to nature and its creatures only acts a bonus, as you understand the unspoken words an animal may carry, while offering them companionship and solace. You are often symbolized by a mirror that reflects the soul and with a soft illuminating light around it to show the haven you create for others.

COMPANION

Athena has her owl, Hermes has snakes, but you? Who do you have to represent you and be with you as a companion? Your animal symbol is the Raven. Ravens are often associated darker themes such as death, but they also symbolize wisdom, insight, and transformation, representing both the light and darkness that you navigate others on. Like you, Ravens are known for their intelligence and ability to see beyond the surface, which perfectly aligns with you.

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🌧 what is the Favorite thing your oc does on a rainy day? (Myrielle)

👎is there someone your oc can't stand even though they are on the same side? (Nymeria)

🕐 was there ever a time your oc would have given everything to turn back the clock 5 minutes? What happened? (Alaric)

🔪 how does your oc think they're gonna die? (All three)

🎭 what is the one thing your Oc regrets most? Would they undo it considering how their life turned out? (Myrielle)

🎒 if your oc could pick 3 things of all their belongings, what would they take? (All three)

Thank you for the ask! All the answers are under the cut (since it is a little long)

🌧 what is the Favorite thing your oc does on a rainy day?

Since the Stormlands is a rainy place, she often finds herself inside. Myrielle either stays in her room with her needles and some bandages in case she hurts herself to work on a tapestry she dedicated much of her time as a child to. Asides that, she might sit in her Father’s room because he has the comfiest chair with a book in her hand (now that book can range from the Faiths, history or romance) undisturbed by the whole castle. Occasionally, she will set her needles or book to pray to the Seven (as child like it is, her father once told Myrielle, when she was little, that it storms outside only if someone committed a sin and it has stuck with her ever since even when she grew older and understood it was a lie),

👎is there someone your oc can't stand even though they are on the same side?

Nymeria doesn’t throw that word around a lot. Yes, she likes many people, but she doesn’t hate them. One of the few rarities is her mother’s ex husband. A part of her will always loathe Coren for not being with Alaria, her mother, and leaving her for his selfish desires. But sometimes she is thankful because if Coren was still married to Alaria, Nymeria wpuld be born a Vallici and that family is her biggest ick.

🕐 was there ever a time your oc would have given everything to turn back the clock 5 minutes? What happened?

Although he was too young to understand then, Alaric wishes he could undo Luceon’ death. After h the death of his elder brother, everythung in this family began to crumble. His mother seemed to cry, grieving alone in her room. His father was quicker to anger and he needed a son. No one was there for him during those times and eventually, a sister would be born but at the cost of his parents annulment. He wishes he could just go 5 minutes before Luceon died, holding onto him so he would not slip away,

🔪 how does your oc think they're gonna die?

Myrielle understand her duty as woman — she is meant to bear heirs for her husband. She understands the risk of giving birth so Myrielle always expected her end to come on the child bed.

Alaric likes to believe he is untouchable, immortal almost. So death has never crossed his mind, well not his own. He has imagined Myrielle’s death when she first got married. He imagined his father’s death (usually when Alaric is angry at him). He imagines how Luceon must have felt when he died. But Alaric never thinks of his own death. Once becoming commander of the Faith Militant, Alaric begins to think that maybe he is going to die in battle.

Nymeria swore off marriage, so she has already decided that she would not die in childbirth. She wants to live a long life of happiness. She rarely thinks of death but if she were to die, she believes that she will die at an old age, peacefully sleeping

🎭 what is the one thing your Oc regrets most? Would they undo it considering how their life turned out?

Myrielle regrets so many things in her life, even when it is not her fault. But her biggest regret was inability to find her voice and stand up to her father when he told her of a marriage proposal. Myrielle, at the time, did try to convice him that she did not need to marry, that she was too young. But when her father refused, she could not fight back, she feared if she fought back again that he would hate her. So she, being obedient as ever, slowly nodded her head and in truth, a part of her, her innocence, died because she could not fight and stand up agaisnt Coren.

🎒 if your oc could pick 3 things of all their belongings, what would they take?

Myrielle would grab her copy of the Seven Pointed Stars given to her as a gift by her father, the first book she ever learned to read from the beginning to the end. A simple golden ring given to her by Aegon before she departed King’s Landing and her tapestry that she has spent years on completing (she was trying to make a tapestry surrounding the Age of Heroes and its many stories)

Alaric would instinctively grab his families’ Valyrian sword (which Istg I will come up with a name). He would take a bottle of Arbour Gold which had been his Mother’s favorite before she passed away and a golden ribbon that Myrielle had given him for his first tourney as her favor.

If Nymeria could, she would take her room with her. Unfortunately for this, she can not. Nymeria would grab her bow that her father constructed for her when she was 10, a necklace Princess Rhaenyra gifted her for her 5th birthday in Kings Landing and a parchment paper because that paper represents so much of her (the heiress to Parchement)

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Matchup for @coffeebooksrain18

HARRY POTTER MATCHUP

I ship you with Draco Malfoy — almost everyone’s favorite Slytherin boy. You might be questioning my mental state right now for this matchup, but listen to what I need to say. First and foremost, both of you share a keen intellect and quick wits (many people do forget that Draco was, I believe, 2nd in his classes and he is quite quick with comebacks and insults too). Your straightforward honesty and blunt nature may or may have not catch him off guard for the first few times (no one dares to ever speak to him in such a tone or honesty), but I think it would help him grow now that someone is finally not afraid to speak their mind in his presence. Draco’s Slytherin- like cunning nature is similar to of your own sharp mind. In a world where you sometimes feel misunderstood or judged, he would be your your biggest protector. He has been in similar situations, but it was him who judged others. Now, he knows how to protect his loved ones from experiencing similar situations. He would cherish you so greatly! The common background of being Slytherins provides a further layer of connection between you two. Draco understands the pressures that come with family expectations and the desire to prove oneself, which mirrors your experience as the youngest sibling. You both have navigated familial dynamics that can feel overwhelming at times, fostering a sense of empathy and understanding in your relationship. This shared experience would allow you to confide in one another, discussing the complexities of your lives and supporting each other through challenges. Also he fits your type so well! He is rather mysterious with pale blond hair falling on his foreheads he is cunning and quick-witted (if he were not, he would not survive a day in the Slytherin common room). Both of you are accustomed to being misunderstood, which create a starting ground for empathy in your relationship. Your blunt honesty, is sometimes perceived as rudeness by many, which leads them to think wrongly of you at first glance. Draco, in a similar way, is often misunderstood for being a rude bully, but unlike you, he fell into their words and slowly became what they believed of him. He becomes your safe space, while you become his. (See, I am not insane!)

House

You belong in house of Slytherin. Navigating through this house as a half-blood was difficult at first, but once a few years went by, it was your own home. Listen, you already stated your house and I was tempted to give you anything but Slytherin. So I read and read your information, and Slytherin was by far your best match. Your strong sense of determination and ambition is one of the defining characteristics of this house. Slytherins have this internet drive to achieve their goals in order to be above everyone else and your resilience in facing challenges reflects that tenacity. You’re not afraid to be bluntly honest, which can sometimes come off as harsh or mean, and many Slytherin are often perceived as such simply because of their house. Your stubbornness is another trait that fits the Slytherin mold (although most would believe it’s would match Gryffindor, I think it is a trait that fits both houses); it shows your commitment to your beliefs and your refusal to back down easily. You are cunning and quick-witted, both traits found ingrained in almost Slytherins.

Patronus

Your patronus is a wolf. While I found no proper explanation of my own, I tried to get some info there and there. Like you, people with the wolf patronus tend to resilient and intelligent. You grew up as a youngest child, and from this, I think you know the importance of having a family which aligns with wolves showing great dedication to their packs. You are close with your family, and a life without them is one you can not imagine. Wolves also symbolize your loyalty and since wolves are a symbol of guardianship, it is quite similar with your own nurturing nature. I admit, this is a strange and rare patronus for a Slytherin who are known for their own independence, while you appreciate comfort, consistency and a family. Also I jusr had to give you some sort of dog because I am aware of your great love of them.

HEADCANONS

Born a half-blood (your mother had been a witch and your father a muggle), you believed that navigating a life through a house that was often known to be against pure blood meddling with what they believed to be ‘dirty blood’, would be hard. And while a few Slytherins left you to be, Draco always seemed to be pointing it out. Your Father always told you to simply ignore him when you sent a letter in frustrations, and so you did. But for some reason, this annoyed Draco so much more. Why were you ignoring him? And his shit-minded head thought if he was even ruder to you, you might look at him once again (even if it was a look of disgust — a win is after all a win). And one day, it simply got to you. Fuck everything you were thought! You went to Draco, a wand angled near his throat and yet the bastard (who was trying to hide his fear so hard with his quivering lips) had the nerve to smile? Out of pure rage that you could not hold in yourself, you hexed him with a spell that only allowed for him to speak in love poem — now, he can not say a single rude thing towards anyone. Professor Snape saw this as a bullying of sort and no matter how hard you justified your action as helping the school become a better place, both you AND Draco were put under detention in your 3rd grade. While sitting around in silence, you wanted to say something to him without him speaking back in love poem again. That is how bored you were. You took out your wand, and took away his the spell casted on him. And oh was he smug about it. “You were falling in love with me weren’t you?” And you hissed back at him “I would never fall in love with you, Malfoy. I’d rather kiss a hippogriff.” And you meant it.

And the truth is, the both of you believed in that. It was during your 4th year when Snape called for you to demonstrate how Amortentia works. You knew the functions of the love potion and how to make it — you had no earned the 2nd highest mark in your potion class without reason after all. Taking a whiff of the said potion, your heart dropped as you inhaled a mixtures of old books, cinnamon, a hair gel of sort and… an apple. Snape asked what you had smelled only to receive a nothing from you. You lied that you could not pick out the scent, although your rather pink face said otherwise, but Snape did not pester you any further and asked you to sit back down. He continued the lesson, yet the entire time, you couldn’t help, but look at the blond boy in front of you. Draco would later pester you nonstop, continuing to ask who you got. Why did he even care?

It wouldn’t be until later in your 4th year when your romance truly blooms. Draco wasn’t that excited to go nor did he have a partner, but when all of you were lounging in the Slytherin common room, Pansy Parkinson asked if Draco would like to go with her. Out of pure panic, he looked immediately at his best friend, Blaise who shrugged at first before deciding to save Draco’s arse. “Draco can not go with you. He already has a date with….,” Blaise’s eyes scan the room before landing on you, a smirk on his face. “With Riley.” Before you could say anything, you looked at Draco who mouthed the word ‘please’ to you and a part of you wanted to say no, but your response was a simple yes once you realized that everyone had been looking at you and you couldn’t say no. During the Yule ball, Draco… well, he look actually nice. Dressed in green yourself, you gave him an awkward smile. The dance had been sort of nice. Draco was a good dancer and he offered to get you a glass of juice later! It had been around when the party almost ended when he offered to take you back to your dorm and you could not refuse such a kind offer. Before you left to close the door, he smiled at you and said “also, you look.. you look really good.”

I do not think you got together until many years after Hogwarts. Draco’s wife, Astoria Greengrass, died during her childbirth a few years ago, leaving only Draco and his son. When you printed out your first book, a book for little kids, Draco went to buy it from you. He could have bought it from a store, but a nerve in him itched to see you again. With Scorpius in his arms, he waited in line, his heart beating louder as every person walked by. Seeing Draco was a shock for you, especially for him to have a little child! Before leaving the store, he walked up to you. “It was nice to see you again.” And you couldn’t help, but smile back. The next time you saw him was at a cafe as he sat alone. You wanted to sit with him, but what if you were annoying him. You took in a breath and walked to him, asking top if you could sit here. The two of you talked for a bit, catching up on everything (Draco even apologized for his past actions!). The two of you would continue to meet up like that and I believe you became close friends. When you told him that it was him who you smelled in 4th year, he began to laugh. “I should take you on date then, should I not?” You only looked at him in confusion, but he waited for your answer. He was not joking!? And I think from there, the both of you just fell in love…

Ship Tropes

Enemies to Lovers

‘I feel broken’ (Draco) x ‘um… I have a bandage?’ (You)

A bitch to everyone else (Draco) x his soft spot (you)

Ship Song

Dark Paradise by Lana de Ray

Car’s Outside by James Arthur

Derniere Danse by Indila

Relationships

RON WEASLEY is someone I fear does not like you. It is mainly the fact that he does not truly know you. Due to being sorted in different houses, neither of you really interacted. You have heard many stories about him and Harry Potter, and I believe a part of you holds some admiration toward him. Ron, on the other hand, was practically raised to hate Slytherins. The second you were sorted in your house, you were immediately on the list of people he did not like (most of the list consists of Slytherins if that makes you feel any better). 

HERMIONE GRANGER is in a similar situation as Ron. But unlike him, she tries to give you a chance. The two of you sat beside each other on the train before Neville lost his toad and both of you went to search for it. When you were sorted into Slytherin, she wanted to demonize you like how Ron did for all the Slytherins. But a part of her could not. Before any labels were put on either of you, the two of you had become quick friends on the train. When you had found Hermione alone in her first year, you ignored the norm of hating Gryffindors and went to sit beside her. I think it is similar to those strained relationships that talk a lot with one another when they have the chance, but besides that, they might say an occasional hello or nod as you're walking down the halls. After Hogwarts, the two of you became closer and because of your friendship, even Ron got over his hatred of Slytherins. 

SEVERUS SNAPE thinks of you as his star student. While Hermione may score the highest marks, you share a true passion for potions — something he finds rarely in students. And.. a part of you reminds him of Lily. From the way you laugh and the way you help your friends and stand up for what you believe is right, he sees his first love in you. And I think a part of him hates you for that. All the anger he repressed is usually thrown in Harry’s way, but at times, when he looks at you, the anger grows (poor Harry…)

PANSY PARKINSON is a complicated relationship. In her, you believed you found a friend and you did! The two of you sit together, stay late up at night giggling about whatever occupies your mind and help one another with your homework. She didn’t really care that you were a half-blood, at least you had some proper blood in you and you were in the right house. But for a year (your 4th year), she hated you. Well, not hated. She was envious. Since her first grade, she has had a crush on Draco, so when you went to the Yule Ball with him, she felt almost as if you betrayed her. For the remainder of the year, she isolated herself from you and you were confused, but you gave her distance. Near the end of the year on the train, she quietly sat beside you and you sorted out your friendship then (you almost threw up when you heard that she thought you liked Draco. Almost.)

MOONBOARDS