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raven-dor · 9 days ago

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you took my breath away

in which gwayne hightower reunites with his wife at the battle of rook’s rest

PAIRING: gwayne hightower x fem!reader, gwayne hightower x wife!reader, rhaenyra targaryen x SISTER!reader

WARNINGS: angst, typical HOTD violence, kissing, arguing, VV FLUFFY ENDING

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

AN: the children’s names are ALYSSA + GAEMON!! heavily inspired by a comment on my masterlist!! saw it and absolutely ran with it, hope you guys enjoy!!

“Alyssa, the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you may wake up and ride Morning.”

The young girl smiled, burying herself into her blankets. “Do you promise, Mother?”

“I promise.” Her voice broke as she spoke, smiling quickly. “Now go to sleep.”

“Is that a new riding dress?” Alyssa’s eyes lulled shut as she spoke.

“It is..” She laughed, kissing Alyssa’s forehead gently. “Try and get some rest.”

“I love you, Mother.”

“I love you, my darling.”

The woman stood up, tucking her daughter in before walking out of the room, smiling at the maid that passed by. “Please see to it that the children have their favorite breakfast made.”

The maid nodded. “Of course, my lady. Is that all?”

“Yes, thank you.” She waited until the girl rounded the corner to start running. She hadn’t wanted to alarm anyone or make any of her servants think that she’d left her husband.

Not that the corridors she walked down were populated. It had been hours since dusk, the last servant she’d seen had been by her children’s rooms.

After living in Oldtown for longer than she cared to admit, she knew this tower like the back of her hand. In the early years of her marriage, she admitted that her knowledge of the castle was lacking, which is when she discovered that her husband had made a servant help her find her way, worried she would get lost.

He was always so thoughtful.

So thoughtful, she knew it was only a matter of time before he realized she’d spent too long putting the children to sleep, and he would leave their shared chambers with the sole purpose of finding her. She picked up the pace, pushing the side door open that led to the dragon pit. Not many knew of its location as it was out of sight of the fortress. Only the Hightower family and its few dragon keepers knew where it stood.

It wasn’t large by any means, but Gwayne had built it for her. When they’d taken Daeron to ward, and Alyssa had claimed her dragon, he’d had the best dragon pit lords brought in to aid with the addition process. It was nothing compared to the dragon pit she’d grown up with, but it was large enough to house the three Hightower dragons, and it was perfect to her.

She had been beyond proud when her daughter claimed her dragon, Morning, at her last family visit to King’s Landing. Alyssa had only been eight, the second youngest dragon rider after her Aunt Rhaenyra. Alyssa’s grandfather had been even prouder, hosting a celebration feast in her honor, much to the Alicent’s dismay. A deep groan echoed through the pit, Silverwing’s snout peaking from her cave. Y/N’s hand fell to her stomach, caressing it gently, before approaching her dragon. “Lyka, ñuha prūmia.” (Quiet, my heart.)

Climbing the saddle, she wrapped her arm with the reigns like she had a hundred times before. She leaned forward, laying her cheek against the dragon’s scales, humming lightly. “Īlon're jāre lenton, Silverwing.” (We're going home, Silverwing.)

Silverwing practically purred, stretching her wings beneath the light of the moon.

“My love.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, straightening her spine, her husband’s deep blue eyes meeting hers. Silverwing purred yet again; she had loved him husband since the day you had.

“Gwayne.” Y/N’s tone was cold, colder than it had ever been while addressing him.

“I heard you telling the children goodnight. When will you return?” His voice was wavering as if he was forcing himself to remain calm, but she could tell he was itching to tell her to stay. “They will-”

“Do not bring them into this.” She looked down at the reigns. “The children will be fine.”

“And when they ask where their mother has gone? What then?” His calm facade had faded, he sounded tired, and ragged with grief. Her heart ached to hold him: he had told her the stories of his mother, how she’d left him so young. While she did not want the same for their children, she had to help her sister. “Stay, and I swear to you we will fight for your sister.”

“When? In two years time? Gwayne, I cannot continue the way we have. I am loyal to the true heir, to my sister. Surely you can-”

“Have you truly been so miserable? My heart lies with you, as it always has. I cannot stand that usurper king either, and yet I continue on. For your sake, for our children’s sake. You know he would not hesitate to kill us all.”

“So you cower? You cower when Rhaenyra needs you most? When I need you most?” She tightened her pull, preparing to flee. He had always been her weakness, and she could not back out. Not this time. “You are not the man I thought you were.”

“How-” He stumbled backward as if she had stabbed him in the heart. “I have loved you with every bit of my being-”

“And it is not enough!” She yelled, an uncomfortable silence falling over them.

His voice was quiet, a mere whisper that was only carried by the night’s breeze. “Then I am sorry I have let you down.”

“Tell the children I love them.” Gwayne watched as his wife flew away, his hair flying out of his face from the force of her dragon’s wings. That had not hurt him, not sent him into shock or despair. The pain of knowing that she’d left them rang through him, and he turned away, stalking back toward the castle a broken man.

“I love you, Mother.”

“I love you, my darling.”

Her mother was elegant, standing quickly before gently tucking her in before leaving the room. Alyssa waited until she heard her footsteps turn into nothing before rolling out of bed. She ran to her wardrobe, pulling on her flying robes with ease. Alyssa had known, as hard as her mother had tried to hide it, that she was leaving.

The Lady Hightower was a proud woman. Of course, she was. Born a Targaryen, she had every right to be proud, everyone always said that Targaryens were closer to gods than men. Alyssa liked to think she was more Targaryen than Hightower. She loved her father, but she felt alive when she flew her dragon.

When she sat in the sept like her Aunt Alicent taught her, she felt as if she could fall asleep.

Opening her door as quietly as she could, she tiptoed down the hallway, following the path to the dragon pit. She’d almost reached the door that led outside when her brother’s voice called after her. “Lyssa? What are you doing?”

She sighed, throwing her head back in annoyance. “Gaemon, go to bed.”

“Not until you tell me where you’re going.”

She turned around, hissing. “I’m following Mother.”

His eyes grew teary. By the gods, he was tiresome. “Is she leaving us?”

Alyssa clenched her fists. “She doesn’t want to leave us, she wants to help her sister.”

“Aunt Helaena?”

Her brother needed to visit the library. “Aunt Rhaenyra. The true-born Queen.” She felt proud when she said it, but Gaemon only looked lost. “Swear you won’t tell Father I’ve gone.”

He nodded. “I won’t tell because I am coming with you.” He puffed his chest. “I want to help.”

She laughed. “You? With what dragon?”

“I can claim one, just like you did.” His bottom lip jutted out, and she fought the urge to groan.

“Fine, fine. Just promise you will stay quiet.”

She’d always loved Oldtown at night. It was quiet, peaceful compared to how busy it was during the day. Her favorite time to fly was late, long past dusk when no one could see her or judge her for her choice of clothing.

“My love.”

Alyssa’s heart stopped. There stood their father, confronting their mother. Gaemon whined. “I hate it when they fight.”

“They have not even begun to fight, Gaemon.”

“That is why I hate it.” He squeezed her hand. “It is starting.”

“I heard you, telling the children goodnight. When will you return?” Their father continued. Alyssa’s eyes welled, she hated seeing her father so upset. “They will-”

“Do not bring them into this. The children will be fine.”

“And when they ask where their mother has gone? What then?” Their father’s voice sounded upset, angry with their mother for leaving. Alyssa could feel Gaemon pulling away.

“Stay, and I swear to you we will fight for your sister.”

“When? In two years time? Gwayne, I cannot continue the way we have. I am loyal to the true heir, to my sister. Surely you can-”

As much as she wanted to listen to her parents, Gaemon was young and fragile, hearing this talk would only upset him further. She grabbed his hand, pulling him further into the dragon pit. “Come, Gaemon. There is a tunnel that leads to Morning’s cave.”

“But Mother-”

“We will see Mother soon.”

“And Papa?”

Her heart twisted, pretending she had not heard him. “Morning has missed you. If you behave, I will let you feed her first.”

Dragonstone was so beautiful in the early morning, the way the sun hit the sea just so. Not long ago, she had accompanied her sister to retrieve their brother’s egg. She had even brought Gwayne mere weeks after their courtship had begun. No one inhabited Dragonstone then, and they had fully taken advantage of the fact.

Her cheeks grew red thinking of it, that this had been the first place they’d kissed.

Now her sister resided in their ancestral home.

She knew that the Queen’s council would be wary of her arrival. Being the Lady Hightower, many expected her to be loyal to the new King. The lords who advised her sister had forgotten that she was a Targaryen, a Princess of royal birth, the youngest daughter of their beloved King Viserys and Queen Aemma. While she loved her husband deeply, she remained loyal to her sister, as she always had been.

Silverwing dove, landing gracefully on the clearing adjacent to Dragonstone. Sliding off her saddle, Y/N laid her forehead against Silverwing’s cheek, whispering her thanks before approaching the soldiers that stood guard.

“Who goes there?”

“Princess Y/N Targaryen. The Lady of Oldtown.” The guards looked at each other suspiciously. She couldn’t blame them, the Hightowers were the entire reason this war had started. She sighed. “I am the Queen’s sister.”

“Aunt.” Her niece emerged from the shadows, dismissing the two men. “How wonderful you could join us.”

“I sense you are less than happy to see me.” She walked past her, straight into the castle. “That will change.” The castle was dark, the candles doing little to illuminate its halls.

“You are mistaken.” Baela laughed. “I fear we need your help now more than ever.”

“Oh?” She frowned. “What has happened?”

“The small council,” Baela whispered, the servants in front of them pushing the great doors open, their ancestor’s Painted Table coming into view. “They grow tired laying in wait.”

“I see.” She allowed a faint smile to grace her face, showing her niece she had no ill will. “Then I am glad to be of help.”

“Y/N?”

Her eyes welled, her arms widening as her nephew ran to her. “Jaceaerys.” She hugged him tightly. “You are a man-grown.”

“I am glad you are here-”

“My Prince.” Sir Erryk interrupted. “Another dragon has landed.”

“Another?” Jaceaerys looked near murderous. Y/N could not blame him, her half-brothers were erratic, never stopping to think about what their actions might do to others. However, Aegon was not stupid enough to show up alone, and Aemond was too proud to let Aegon confront their sister.

“Allow me to accompany you.” Y/N hooked her arm through her nephews. “I should like to see my dear little brother again.”

Jaceaerys laughed. “I will enjoy you humbling my mother’s council.”

The sun had fully risen by the time they left the castle. The dragon was far back, far enough so that they could not make out the face of its rider. Even from a distance, both could tell that it was neither Vhagar nor Sunfyre. It was not small by any means, but its build was quainter than that of Vhagar or Sunfyre’s. Not to mention, its scales were pink, a color neither of the older dragons possessed. “Whose-” Y/N’s blood went cold. The only pink dragon she could name was-

Jaceaerys looked over, tilting his head. “Is everything alright, Aunt?”

“That dragon is my-”

“Mother!”

“Mama!”

She raced down the path, grabbing her children and holding them close, inspecting them for injuries. Jace just laughed, a hand covering his mouth. “Baela will enjoy this.”

The council, as her niece had said, was power-hungry by nature. With her sister absent, they seemed to pounce at the chance to silence Jaceaerys and her aunt. She turned away from the fire, setting her hands on the table as she brazenly interrupted. “I must say, Ser Broome, you are quite comfortable interrupting the heir to the Iron Throne.” The older man sat back in his chair, silent. “Have you recently come into a title that allows you to do so?”

He shook his head. “No, Princess.”

“Then I suggest, in the future, you hold your tongue.” Her smile was curt, looking back to her nephew. “As you were saying, My Prince.”

“We must send a dragon.”

“Where?” The council stood, bowing their heads as Rhaenyra walked into the room.

“Sister.”

Rhaenyra’s once sullen face grew joyous as Y/N approached her. “How long have you been here?”

“I arrived only yesterday.” Y/N leaned forward, whispering. “Where have you-”

Jaceaerys cleared his throat. “To support the war your vassals have been fighting in your absence… Your Grace.”

Rhaenys interjected. “Cole’s host has grown since riding abroad. He raised the levies of both Rosby and Stokeworth and with their combined strength sacked Duskendale.”

Ser Darklyn stepped forward. “Duskendale?”

“The city has fallen. Many Darklyn men declared for Aegon. Those who refused were put to the sword.”

“What of my father?”

“He kept his oath. Cole took his head for it.”

“Where have you been, these last days?” Y/N could tell her nephew was getting tired of his mother’s antics, eager to prove himself to her as they both had been with their father. “You vanished without so much as a word.”

“Well I apologize for my absence and the secrecy, but such was necessary. I went to King’s Landing.”

“To what possible end?”

“To meet Queen Alicent and sue for peace.”

“You saw Alicent?”

“I did.”

Y/N did not know whether to laugh or to stop her nephew.

“You could have been taken or slain!”

“I inherited eighty years of peace from my father. Before I was to end it, I needed to know there was no other path. And now I do.”

Y/N smiled, placing a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “He would be proud, I know it.”

Rhaenyra looked melancholy at best. “Only one choice remains to me: either I win my claim or die.”

“Cole’s victories have only emboldened him. He marches on Rook’s Rest.”

“His host was just hours away when Lord Staunton’s ravens took wing.”

“Why Rook’s Rest? After Duskendale? It is but a small coastal keep.”

Y/N nodded. “A small coastal keep that is mere leagues from Dragonstone.”

“Lord Staunton is a member of this council. His castle is small and vulnerable and there for the taking. Cole knows that we have no army on the mainland.”

“He is brazen.”

“He is daring us to act.”

“We need to send a dragon.” Jace once again insisted.

“There are those who have mistaken my caution for weakness. Let that be their undoing. I will go.”

“You cannot.” Jace looked tired.

“I will not lose dragons to the war whilst I hide here in my castle.”

“Our ally raise their banners for you, Mother. If you die, all is lost.” Jaceaerys puffed his chest. “Send me.”

“No.” Rhaneyra laughed. Y/N laughed as well, but it had been for a different reason. It had not been long ago when Rhaenyra herself had drove her father mad, now her son did the same.

“I will burn Cole’s lines and withdraw before King’s Landing could even raise the-”

“You lack the experience.”

“Then send me, sister.” Y/N interrupted. “They will be caught off guard by the Lady Hightower attacking. I am sure of it.”

Rhaenys nodded. “Send me as well, Your Grace. Meleys is your second-largest dragon and no stranger to battle. I will meet Cole.”

“Mother-” Alyssa whispered, pulling on her sleeve. “Please do not-”

“Alyssa.” Y/N hissed. “What did I say?”

“Do not interrupt,” Alyssa whined. “But Father-”

“Alyssa.” Y/N knelt, holding her daughter’s hands in hers. “You must know I would never harm your father. Trust me, everything will be fine.” She kissed her daughter’s cheek. “Swear to me you shall stay here and look after your brother.”

“I swear.” The young girl smiled, her eyes watering. “I swear, Mother.”

The soldiers cowered in fear at the sight of Meleys and Silverwing flying above them. They began to scream in terror as they both rained fire on them. Y/N pat her dragon’s back, tightening her harness. “Sȳz, ñuha riña.” (Good, my girl.) Her eyes flickered to the tree line, her blood curdling when she saw her husband’s armor glimmering in the mid-day sun. Her heart beat faster as she watched her Aunt fly straight toward Aegon.

Sunfyre had always had a sweet disposition, and it broke Y/N to know that by the end of this battle, the dragon would not be with them. It had not, however, broken her to think of her half-brother’s death.

A deep roar echoed through the air, the hairs on her neck raising instantly. Vhagar’s head broke the clearing, heading straight for the pair of wrestling dragons. Y/N pulled the reigns, racing toward the older dragon before it could attack Meleys. “Dracarys, Silverwing, Dracarys!” A great stream of fire left her mouth, hitting Vhagar’s side. The older dragon let out a pained cry, erratically flapping her wing, desperately trying to rid herself of the pain.

Y/N flinched, gasping as she helplessly watched the wing smack Silverwing, knocking the younger dragon out in a single moment. “Silverwing, daor! Wake bē riña, wake bē!” (Silverwing, no! Wake up girl, wake up!)

Silverwing began to plummet, straight into the forest. She screamed, cried, anything to wake her dragon before they both met their deaths. “Sōvegon! gaomagon mirros, uēpa riña!” (Fly! Do anything, old girl!) The dragon remained gone to the world. Y/N sobbed, slapping her hands on her dragon’s side. “Wake bē!” (Wake up!)

Silverwing’s eyes cracked open, frantically slapping her wings, fear evident in her movements. Y/N cried, reassuring her. “Mirre kessa sagon sȳrī, Silverwing. Mirre kessa-” (All will be well, Silverwing. All will-)

Gwayne could only watch in horror at the battle that played out before him. Even during his days as a mere foot soldier, they had been civilized and honorable. There was no honor in this fight, in this war, in the men leading it. Criston Cole, who treated his soldiers with disdain, also treated his new position as Lord Hand with equal care. Now here the Dornish man stood, ordering Gwayne around as if he was just a mere foot soldier once more. Not to mention, his wife left him and had planned to leave without so much as a letter. He would have thought after their many years of blissful union, she would have thought to tell him of her plan. That had hurt more than her departure.

In the end, he was not shocked she had gone. His wife was loyal, and he could not blame her for her actions. He would have done the same for his own sister.

When the servants had told him his children had also left, he had truly become a wreck. He had been sitting at his place at their dining table when they’d told him. Their favorites had been already placed on their plates, now cold, while he sobbed in the dining hall. And there he stood, feeling just as empty, when he saw his wife’s dragon emerge from the clouds.

By the gods.

He swore then not only to his family but to himself, that he would be with her again, with his children again, even if that meant betraying his family. Not that his sister’s children or his own father had acted as a true family in the first place. Family was a system of connections to them, to the entirety of the Seven Kingdoms. He and his wife, the woman that she was, had together made it much more.

She was, in his eyes, perfection itself.

He remembered, not long ago, she had convinced him to fly to Dragonstone. When they had been there, laying on the lawn in front, she’d told him what she wanted for the future. She swore to him, mere weeks into their courtship, that if they married, their children would be good, instead of the spoiled nobility they’d come to know, spreading greed and hurt.

That had made him surge forward, kissing her soundly.

He kissed her as often as he could after that moment. That moment, that promise, had been what made him ask the King for her hand in marriage days later.

She was too good for this world, a world that was constantly fighting. And her family, he told himself, she was too good for them too.

The same went for his children.

And now, as he watched his wife’s dragon fall from the sky, one thing raced through his mind. He needed her like the very air that filled his lungs. He left his men without a second thought, racing across the battlefield, his only goal to reach her.

“Y/N” A voice rang through the clearing Silverwing had created. “Y/N?”

She groaned, her ears ringing. Her entire body ached from the impact, her head felt pulsing as she rolled over. “Who-” Everything came rushing back, the battle, her aunt, Silverwing falling. Forcing herself up, she reached down, grabbing her dagger from her leg holster. “Whoever you are, think twice before-”

“Y/N!” Gwayne jumped off his horse, running toward her. “I saw you falling, and I-”

“Get back.” She glared. “I do not need your assistance.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You just fell from-” His arms flailed toward the sky. “I thought you were dead!”

“I am sure you would have been thrilled.” She turned her back, scanning the woods for any sign of Silverwing. She loosened her harness while she was falling, scared that Silverwing would crush her, would crush-

“I feel sorry for you.”

“You feel sorry for- Ah!” Her stomach twisted, and she winced, caressing it lightly. “It’s alright, darling.”

Gwayne’s voice was a mere whisper, so close that his breath grazed her neck. “What did you say?”

“I said-” She whipped around, glaring. “You-”

“Are you-” He looked hopeful, excited even.

“Gwayne, do me the courtesy of not revealing my location to your precious Lord Hand.”

“Do you truly think so little of me?” He sounded desperate. “I love you, I have for as long as I have known you, and it-” He grabbed her hand, laying it over his heart. “I have only lived for you and for our children, you must know that?”

She ripped her hand from his hold, her eyes tearing up. “I apologize for assuming otherwise. I should have told you, but I did not, and you cannot fault me for that!”

“I am not faulting you! I have not held it against you, even when our children flew after you! I knew in my heart, that you were right, that you were doing what your heart led you to do. It is one of your best qualities, the very thing that drew me to you in the first place.” His eyes were tearing up as well. “You- you make me-”

“What?” She yelled. “What exactly do I make you? Angry, upset, murderous?”

“Crazed!” He yelled back, walking up to her and grabbing her face with his hands. “I love you, desperately!”

Tears fell from her eyes faster than ever, she could not tell what exactly had caused it. It could be the exhaustion, or the adrenaline hitting her all at once. Or perhaps it was because when her eyes met his, she felt as if she was a young girl again, being wooed by the handsome knight. “Gwayne…” She grasped his hand tightly. “Come with me. Leave this all behind. I know the loss of your seat in the Lord’s Council will hurt, but you’ve never loved the pressure it brings you. Our children…” She smiled. “Will be happy around their family, around the very people who will never judge them. My love-” She took a deep breath, her eyes full of desperation. “I need you.”

His arm wrapped around her waist. “I-”

“If you do not wish to come with me, just say it.” Her eyes were red by now, there was no doubt. “Perhaps we should go our seper-”

“I will do anything you ask of me. Anything.”

“Then come with me.” She pleaded. “Come wit-”

Gwayne collided his lips against hers, pulling her closer than she’d ever thought possible. Her heart began to pound, harder than it ever had during a kiss, and the next thing she knew, the world was going dark, a dragon’s snout nudging her side before everything went black.

Bright orange light shone through the curtains, a warm breeze dancing through the room. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, her heart beaming at the sight in front of her. She groaned, pushing herself to sit up in her bed. Her voice was hoarse as she spoke. “My darlings.”

“Mother!” Alyssa all but jumped out of her chair. Gaemon, her perfect boy, was peacefully asleep in the seat beside her, his little fingers reaching out for hers. Her eyes watered, grabbing his hand gently.

Gwayne was pacing on the terrace, his auburn hair glowing in the sun. He looked like an angel, a worried angel indeed.

Alyssa hugged her mother tightly, her face buried in her neck. “You’re awake!”

She nodded, grinning. “Alyssa, will you please take your brother on a tour of the castle?”

“But-” Y/N raised an eyebrow, caressing her daughter’s cheek. “Yes, Mother.” Alyssa groaned, walking around the bed and impatiently tapping her brother’s shoulder. “Gaemon, wake up.”

“But what if Mother-” He rubbed his eyes, jumping onto Y/N without a second thought. “Mama!”

“My boy.” She kissed his temple delicately. “Run along with your sister. I will be here when you return, I swear it.”

She waited until they’d left the room to stand. Walking across the cold stone floor, she stood at the threshold of the balcony, leaning her head against the archway. “Gwayne, there’s something I must tell you.” He made no effort to face her, her stomach curling. “It’s rather delicate…”

“I know.” He stopped, staring at her, his eyes wide. “I know.”

“How?”

“The maester.” He stepped forward, his voice steady as he gestured toward her stomach. “May I?”

She nodded, words refusing to leave her. He knew. During the fall, she wasn’t sure the babe would survive, but with the nauseous feeling in her stomach, there was no longer a doubt. He knelt, leaning his head gently against her. “Hello, little one.” Y/N’s eyes began to water. “You are quite the brave one, going into battle with your mother so young. When you leave her womb, we shall exchange battle stories.”

She laughed, a tear falling down her cheek. “Please, do not be upset with me.”

He looked up, tears falling down his cheeks. “Upset? My love, another child with you is never a reason to be upset.” He stood, leaning his forehead against hers. “I am a truly blessed man. To be your husband is the closest a man can be to the heavens themselves.”

She smiled, kissing his lips gently, her heart almost breaking all over again as she pushed him toward the door. “You must leave before my sister knows you are here.”

He laughed at her, actually laughed at her. “My darling girl, how do you believe you got here? I carried you into this room myself.”

“So-” Her lips tickled against his as she spoke. “My sister-”

“I pledged my support to her as soon as I knew you would survive. I am a man of my word.” He leaned down, pulling his lips to hers. “I will never leave you.”

Y/N smiled into his kiss. “I love you.” He grinned, spinning her around. She laughed, smacking his arm playfully. “Gwayne, put me down. The babe-”

“The babe?” The couple looked over, smiling at their children. Alyssa stepped forward. “What babe?”

“I-” Y/N hid her face in her husband’s neck. “I’m embarrassed.”

Gwayne laughed, shaking his head as he addressed their children. “Your mother is with child.”

Alyssa groaned, even as she smiled widely. “Again, Mother?”

Gaemon’s head fell to the side. “What does with child mean, Father?”

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floatyflowers · 8 months ago

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The Fawn|| Dark! House Targaryen men (Maegor, Aenys, and Aegon II) various x Baratheon Reader

Meagor/Aenys

You are the daughter of Orys Baratheon, Rhaenys decided to take you in hopes of marrying you off to Aenys.

But she passed away before the arranged marriage could be annouced.

Aegon decided to keep you as a ward, and have Aenys engaged to Alyssa Velaryon instead

When Maegor was born, when you were six, you enjoyed playing with him, he reminded you of your dolls, that you treat like your babies.

As you grow up with Aenys and Maegor, you fall deeply in love with Aenys and viewed Maegor as your little brother, nothing more.

Aenys was also deeply in love with you.

But you got heartbroken when Aenys married Alyssa, and even though the first thing Aenys did was head to your chambers to claim that he still loves you.

You refused to continue your relationship with him, because you don't wish to ruin his marriage.

Even when Maegor grew up, becoming strong and skillful despite not owning a dragon.

Every tourney, he would win, you would become the queen of love and beauty.

Of course this is a scandal due to Maegor being already married to Ceryse Hightower which enraged many including Aenys.

After Aegon I passed away and Aenys became king, you were assigned with being a cupbearer.

Maegor didn't like that at all, and proposed to take you as a second wife, but you refused.

So he kidnapped you and forced you to marry him in a traditional valerian way, and when Aenys heard about that, he banished his brother.

Aenys dies, and Maegor returns from the banishment with you and his mother to take the throne, even if you hated the idea.

Yet you are too afraid to show refusal now that you are pregnant.

"I did this to save the realm from being ruled under a weak king just like what happened with Aenys, you must understand that I did it for us "

Aegon II Targaryen

You don't like Aegon for many reasons.

His sexual flirting, or his anger issues that comes out whenever you are with another boy.

Aegon pleaded with his grandfather to marry you to him.

And it worked, and you ended up marrying Aegon, despite both of you being young.

Aegon didn't give up his drinking habits but he gave up messing around with women for you.

And as time goes on you find yourself falling in love with him, especially after giving birth to the twins.

You realize that Aegon didn't have the best childhood, his father ignoring his existence while his mother and grandfather were harsh on him.

So, you tried to give him that love, and it worked as he found comfort in your embrace only.

He even began to reflect that love on Jaehaera and Jaehaerys and later on Maelor when he is born.

But when usurped the throne from his sister, though you pleaded with him not to do it, and he wasn't going to do.

But his mother placed fear in his head, the fear of you getting murdered along with the children after his older sister becomes the queen.

But with that choice, you decided to leave to Storm's End with your children in secret.

However the plan failed, as Aegon had spies around, whom inform him of everything inculding your handmaidens.

He locked you up and took the children away from you.

And when you try to apologize to get to see them, Aegon refused.

He even refused when you admitted that you are pregnant.

"After everything I did for us, for our family, you chose to betray me! You are not leaving those chambers until I die"

#tw: toxic relationships #reader insert #yandere house of the dragon #possessive #wife reader #house baratheon #Baratheon reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #yandere aegon ii targaryen #Yandere Maegor #maegor x reader

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novaursa · 1 month ago

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A Flame All Her Own (faithful)

- Summary: You and Daemon take your escapades into the Sept.

- Pairing: sister!reader/Daemon Targaryen

- Rating: Matrue 16+

- Previous part: the bold and the beautiful

- Next part: dragons in the night

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The sacred air was filled with the faint scent of incense, mingling with the waxy aroma of melting candles. The Sept was quiet, the stillness broken only by the soft murmurs of a Septa reciting prayers and the distant footsteps of a solitary worshiper. You shouldn’t be here, and yet, you couldn’t resist.

“Are you truly so afraid, sister?” Daemon’s voice was a low murmur, his words curling around you like smoke. His smirk, that arrogant curve of his lips, was lit with amusement as he leaned closer. His silver hair gleamed faintly in the candlelight, and his dark violet eyes burned with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“Afraid?” you whispered back, glancing over your shoulder to ensure no one was near. “It is you who should be afraid. If anyone catches us—”

“They won’t,” he interrupted, his tone dripping with certainty. His fingers brushed the curve of your cheek, and your protest dissolved into silence. “You think I care for the wrath of the gods, little sister? The gods did not give us fire and blood to be tamed.”

His hands were on you before you could reply, firm yet reverent as he guided you further into the shadows of the Sept, away from the altar where Alicent Hightower knelt in prayer. He pressed you gently against the cold, unyielding stone wall, his body crowding yours as he leaned in, his lips mere inches from your ear.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “Do I frighten you?”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding against your ribs. “You know you don’t.”

“Good,” he said, his voice a velvet purr. “Because you drive me mad, Y/N.”

His lips claimed yours in a kiss that was fierce and possessive, and the world around you seemed to fade away. His hands tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing closer until there was no space left between you.

“This is madness,” you managed to gasp when his lips left yours to trail down your throat, igniting sparks with every touch.

“Then let us be mad together,” he replied, his words muffled against your skin.

The sanctity of the Sept was forgotten as passion consumed you both. His hands explored you with a familiarity that sent shivers coursing through you, and you responded in kind, pulling him closer, desperate to feel him against you. The stone at your back was cool and unyielding, a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he worshiped you in a way no gods ever could.

“Daemon,” you whispered his name like a prayer, your voice trembling as he brought you to the brink of surrender.

The sound of hurried footsteps shattered the spell, and you froze, your heart leaping into your throat. A gasp of pure horror echoed in the quiet Sept as a Septa rounded the corner and stumbled upon the two of you. Her face turned ashen, her eyes wide with shock.

“In the house of the gods!” she cried, clutching the hem of her robe as though to ward off the sight. “You… you defile the Sept with your wickedness!”

Daemon’s lips curved into a wicked grin, and he turned his head lazily toward her, completely unrepentant. “You should thank me, Septa,” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “I have brought fire and passion to this cold place.”

The Septa made a strangled sound, turning and fleeing with her skirts bunched in her hands. Her footsteps echoed off the stone walls as she disappeared.

You stared after her, your pulse racing. “Daemon, she’ll tell—”

“Let her,” he said, cutting you off. “What can she do? I am a prince of the blood, and you are my sister. Let them whisper and gasp. It changes nothing.”

From the altar, Alicent Hightower looked up, her serene expression faltering as she noticed the Septa’s frantic retreat. Her gaze shifted toward the shadows, and for a moment, her eyes seemed to meet yours. There was something in her expression—a flicker of suspicion, curiosity, and disapproval all at once.

You tugged at Daemon’s arm. “We need to leave,” you whispered urgently.

Daemon sighed but relented, taking your hand in his. “Very well, my love,” he said, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles. “But know this—I’ll have you again. Perhaps not in a Sept, but somewhere no less scandalous.”

He led you toward the side entrance, his grip firm and reassuring despite the chaos you’d just caused. As the two of you slipped into the night, the cool air washing over your heated skin, you couldn’t help but wonder what trouble you’d unleashed—and whether it was worth it. One glance at Daemon’s smirk told you it was.

The grand chamber of the Red Keep was quiet, the morning sun casting golden streaks across the polished floor. King Viserys sat in his chair, one hand on the armrest, the other rubbing the bridge of his nose as if to ward off an impending headache. He had been savoring a rare moment of peace, but that tranquility was shattered the moment Otto Hightower entered the room, his expression tight with restrained disapproval.

“My king,” Otto began, his voice clipped but deferential as he bowed low.

Viserys sighed, already weary of whatever news the Hand of the King had brought. Otto was not one to waste time with pleasantries, and the furrow of his brow suggested something dire.

“What is it, Otto?” Viserys asked, his tone resigned.

Otto straightened, clasping his hands behind his back. “It pains me to bring such matters before you, Your Grace,” he said, though the glint in his eye suggested otherwise. “But the reputation of House Targaryen is at stake. I feel it is my duty to inform you that your brother, Prince Daemon, and your sister, Princess Y/N, were seen… engaging in improper conduct. In the Sept.”

Viserys froze, staring at Otto as if he had misheard. Slowly, he leaned back in his chair, exhaling a long, tired breath. “Not again,” he muttered, more to himself than to Otto.

Otto raised an eyebrow but said nothing, giving Viserys space to process the news.

“You’re certain of this?” Viserys finally asked, though he already knew the answer.

“A Septa witnessed the act herself,” Otto confirmed, his tone dripping with disapproval. “She fled in horror and later recounted the tale to Queen Alicent, who brought it to my attention. It seems there is no mistaking what transpired.”

Viserys closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose again, muttering a curse under his breath. “And here I thought they were staying out of trouble. I spoke to them the last time this happened.”

“The last time?” Otto echoed, his disapproval intensifying.

“Yes, the last time,” Viserys snapped, suddenly irritable. “In the godswood. Or was it the library? Who can keep track anymore?” He waved a hand dismissively. “They’re dragons, Otto. This kind of behavior is… expected.”

Otto’s lips thinned into a hard line. “Expected, perhaps, but not excusable, Your Grace. The realm will not look kindly upon such indiscretions, especially when committed in the most sacred of places.”

Viserys groaned, running a hand down his face. “What would you have me do, Otto? Command them to be other than what they are? You know as well as I that Daemon has always been wild, and Y/N… she’s no different. The blood of Old Valyria burns hot in their veins.”

“Be that as it may,” Otto said stiffly, “it is your responsibility as king to address this behavior. The Septa is already spreading whispers among the Faith. If this matter is not handled swiftly, it could damage your standing with the High Septon and the lords of the realm.”

Viserys waved him off. “Yes, yes, I’ll speak to them. Again. Gods help me, Otto, I’ll try to keep them in line. But you know how they are—Daemon will laugh it off, and Y/N will likely deny everything with a straight face.”

Otto inclined his head, his expression neutral but his displeasure evident. “I trust you will impress upon them the gravity of their actions, Your Grace.”

Viserys gave him a weary look. “I’ll do my best. Now leave me, Otto. I need a moment to gather my strength for this.”

As Otto bowed and departed, Viserys slumped further into his chair, staring at the ceiling as if searching for divine intervention. After a long moment, he rang for a steward.

“Send for Daemon and Y/N,” he instructed. “And bring me some wine while you’re at it.”

When Daemon and Y/N entered the chamber some time later, their expressions couldn’t have been more different. Daemon sauntered in with his usual arrogance, a faint smirk playing on his lips as if he already knew the purpose of the summons. Y/N, on the other hand, looked composed, her face a mask of innocence that fooled no one, least of all Viserys.

“You wanted to see us, brother?” Daemon drawled, lounging casually in a nearby chair without waiting for permission.

Viserys glared at him. “Yes, Daemon. And you as well, Y/N. Sit.”

Y/N obeyed, folding her hands neatly in her lap, while Daemon lounged like a cat that had just raided the cream.

“What did we do this time?” Daemon asked, his tone laced with mockery. “Surely nothing so dire that it requires your attention.”

Viserys’s patience was already wearing thin. “The Sept,” he said flatly. “You were seen. By a Septa, no less.”

Daemon chuckled, clearly unrepentant. “Ah, so the old crone couldn’t mind her own business. How unfortunate.”

“And you,” Viserys said, turning to Y/N. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Y/N tilted her head, her expression serene. “I have no idea what the Septa saw, brother. Perhaps she mistook a shadow for something it wasn’t.”

Viserys groaned, rubbing his temples. “Gods, the two of you will be the death of me. Do you not understand the trouble you’ve caused? The Faith will be outraged. Otto is already breathing down my neck.”

Daemon leaned forward, his smirk widening. “Let them be outraged. What can they do? We are Targaryens, Viserys. Fire and blood, remember? The Faith means nothing to us.”

“It means something to the realm,” Viserys snapped. “You may not care, but I have a kingdom to rule. Your antics make it harder for me to maintain order.”

Daemon shrugged. “Then perhaps the realm should learn to stop meddling in the affairs of dragons.”

Viserys glared at him, then turned to Y/N. “And you? Do you share his cavalier attitude?”

Y/N hesitated, glancing at Daemon before meeting Viserys’s gaze. “I did not intend to cause you trouble, brother. But I will not apologize for being who I am.”

Viserys slumped back in his chair, defeated. “You’re impossible, both of you. Just… stay out of sight for a while. No more scandals. Do you hear me?”

Daemon grinned. “As you command, Your Grace.”

Viserys sighed, reaching for the goblet of wine on his desk. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before he was having this conversation again.

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd x you #hotd x y/n #fire and blood #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #hotd daemon #daemon targaryen #daemon x reader #daemon x you #daemon x y/n #a flame of her own #house targaryen

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door-insurance · 20 days ago

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Chasemarsh - argument/fight

ft/ the whole school

what happened is; victoria got a rejection letter and told kate about it- kate tells max and chloe by accident and vics insecurity blows up starts insulting max and kate wasn't there for it which triggers victoria even more (shes already in a vulnerable place emotionally)

things are awkward in class

alyssa and stella waiting for kate to catch up but shes staring at vics door

taylor and courtney try to be there for vic as she tries to apologize to kate but she cant bring herself to even knock on the door

thankfully Rachel Amber, part-time model part-time marriage counselor helps them along and they finally get back together

lets be honest victoria has more to apologize for

they hug and max is there cause i like including her in things

as you can see i got really tired at the end and i couldn't bring myself to draw anymore so I used a place holder for Rachel-

If you know you know

#life is strange #lis #victoria chase #kate marsh #chasemarsh #dana ward #juliet watson #daniel decosta #evan harris #max caulfield #rachel amber #Taylor Christensen #courtney wagner #alyssa anderson #stella hill #chloe price #nathan prescott

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gabiisfics · 3 months ago

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I love seeing Lis fans crying because only the "bae" ending was not respected in Double Exposure according to them, while the Bay ending isn't much different, I really don't understand people who think that Life is Strange 1 is just about Max and Chloe, Max has so many connections with amazing secondary characters, Max used his powers because she wanted to make friends, she improves the day of the people around her even if it's just a little bit.It is literally impossible to make Max stop being friends with Warren and Kate (and we all know that the situation is very different with Victoria ) she values them very much, they and Dana were some of the people who went to Chloe's funeral probably because of Max. So how can THEY ERASE THEM FROM EXISTENCE AND MAKE ONLY VICTORIA APPEAR ON MAX'S PHONE??

#life is strange #life is strange double exposure #max caulfield #chloe price #pricefield #grahamfield #warren graham #kate marsh #victoria chase #alyssa anderson #dana ward #lis

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cherryclitgirl · 2 months ago

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The Gods

Maegor x reader

*No use of y/n

Warnings: Child loss, Targaryen incest, mature content, young pregnancy.

Note: This has been sitting in my drafts since the b&c episode, sorry for some mistakes I made:)

Anyone who had a mouth would always say the gods did not favor the king. Although the four pregnancies his niece wife had been blessed with said other wise. It raised a large concern among the Maesters since the girl had been young when she bore Maegor’s first child, and within months, she was pregnant once more with his second. This happened two more times, ultimately she bore three boys and one girl, yet, the king was but satisfied. Despite obviously favoring their oldest son Aegon, Maegor wanted more children. Wanting for his legacy to carry on, he pressed his wife for one more child.

His wife refused having just given birth to their daughter, Rhaella . She had been warned by the midwife and the grand maester that she would not be able to birth another child. King Maegor however, did not take this lightly. He reminded her once more about her position. She was there to provide him with children.

Being the youngest of his wife’s, the princess was often sheltered by Ceryse Hightower. The oldest of the queens. Having seen Alys tortured and killed by Tyanna , Ceryse was more protective of the young girl. Suggesting the young girl to spend her each of the four pregnancies at Dragonstone with the queen mother Visenya. The princess agreed after all, her mother Dowager queen Alyssa and two youngest siblings were wards of queen Visenya.

Upon her return to the almost finished Redkeep, the princess was greeted by Ceryse. Aegon the oldest came running to his mother, his brother Baelon by his side. They adored their mother, more than anything, always following her around.Their youngest son Rheanor who was still a babe was brought in by his wet nurse. “They’ve missed you” Ceryse smiled to the princess, helping her take a seat on the sofa. Ceryse cradled Rhaella in her arms, a beautiful baby girl with light purple eyes and small silver curls “She’s beautiful “ Ceryse whispered more to herself than the princess. “My only girl” the young girl smiled at the tiny girl “she’s so quiet”. As Ceryse held Rhaella, the princess paid her attention to her three boys. Aegon she had when she just five and ten, Baelon came next in that very same year. Maegor believed he had defied the gods who failed to grant him a child. When she was six and ten she gave birth to Rhaenor, following his previous act, Maegor got his wife pregnant again.

“I’m afraid” The princess voice took Ceryse out of her thoughts. Ceryse looked up bewildered not entirely sure what the princess meant. She stayed silent for a moment, then spoke “Don’t be” Ceryse reassured her “Tyanna would be foolish to harm your children “. The princess shook her head “not Tyannna” she paused looking away from Aegon for a second “The gods” she said softly, placing a soft kiss on Aegon’s head.

Ceryse did not know what to say, she simply looked back at Rhaella “Tonight I’ll tell the guards to stand by your door” she told the young girl.

That night, the wind blew hard, the whistling of the air was heard like hushing voices. The rest of the royal apartments had yet to be finished and with Rhaella still being a new born babe, the princess moved her bed to a single room. Where she could be closer to her precious children.

After her sons were fast asleep, the princess turned her attention to her daughter, but as she was about to pick her up from the cradle ; two figures emerged from the shadows. The princess let out a small gasp, but before she could do anything a man grabbed her and pointed a sharp dagger to her throat. His voice raspy and deep “Stay still” he commanded, his spit getting on her frighten face.

The other figure stepped out, he wore the robes of the Faith of the seven and held a small sack in his hand. The man holding the dagger laughed, a wicked and bloody laugh “we’ve got the queen!” he sneered his sharp blade tightening deeper into her throat. The man with robes spoke with a stoic face “they asked for son”. The man with the dagger scoffed “pick one” he said nudging his head to three beds in the room. Aegon, Baelon and Rhaenor slept, unaware of the immense danger they were in.

“Please-“ the young girl begged softly, tears swelling up in her eyes. She did not want to wake up the children, but she needed to be a bit louder so the guards could hear her. “Shush” the man with the dagger hissed “we need to get at it and get out” . She tried to speak louder but the man covered her mouth muffling her sounds while he pulled her closer. The man with the robes looked at then three sleeping boys “Which one is the oldest” he spoke coldy to the young girl. “I-“ she tried to speak but no words came out her mouth. She looked at the man with her dagger who held her with a firm grip.

“I have a necklace” she spoke softly reaching for her neck “It’s of great value-“ she was cut off by the man with the dagger who he snatched the necklace right off her neck. “That’s not a son” he sneered shoving it into his pocket.

“Please” she begged her tears falling down her terrified eyes “kill me” she sobbed “not my boys” she pleaded in desperation. But her pleads were to no avail. She looked back at the door hoping for a guard to hear her, come bursting through the doors and put an end to this madness.

The man with the dagger followed her gaze and mockingly spoke “There’s no one out there”. The young girl’s heart dropped even more. The air had left her stomach, her mouth had gone dry, for a second her tears had stopped. Simply standing there in a paralyzed state, her mind had gone blanked.

“Pick the oldest” the man with the robes spoke . “Or we’ll kill them all” his harsh words snapped her out the shock, like a fish out a water she gasped and pointed at Aegon’s bed.

Her first born, her first babe. The child that had made her a mother.

“She could be lying” the man with dagger said skeptically to which the man with the robes corrected upon seeing the young girl’s expression “No” he spoke solemnly “she’s telling true.”

The man with the dagger pushed the young girl away from him “Hold him down” he said moving to Aegon. The young girl watched in horror as the man with the robes covered Aegon’s mouth “mommy-“ was the last thing she heard as they began to cut his throat.

She moved quickly, picking her baby girl from the cradle, she moved to Rhaenor’s bed pulling up to her. The sleeping child woke up confused, the room was filled with the Aegon’s muffled cries. She reached in for for Baelon but she could not carry three kids at once. She was in despair and unsure what to do, “run” she told Baelon who was still woozy from his sleep. She had a one year old in one her arm and her girl in the other. She hurried after Baelon whose small foot steps were barely heard.

The man with the dagger was right, there was no one guarding her door. She ran, catching up to Baelon making sure not to drop the children, her arms trembling and her voice soft and frighten she begged “please …. please “. Her soft rapid breathing was filled with anguish and terror. She stopped in the middle of the hall, then turned to rushing. The castle was dead silent, the only thing she could hear was the whispering of the hair.

Making her way through the unfinished halls she hurried to Maegor’s chambers. Surely he would protect her, he would understand. He could keep his three children safe from the men’s harm. “Mommy” Baelon’s tiny voice spoke trying to hold on to her. It only made the young girl more desperate, as she had no free arms left. She placed Rhaenor down close to Baelon as she ushered them forward to keep on walking.

She pushed though the doors of Maegor’s chamber to see Ceryse’s naked back on top on Maegor , her back moving on him while their moans filled the chamber. The young girl moved forward crouching down on the far end of the room.

Maegor pushed Ceryse off quickly sitting up, looking at his wife with a horrid expression Ceryse gasped “Your grace-“ she tried to speak but was cut off by Maegor who noticed his young wife pulling the two boys closer while still holding her daughter. “What’s happened “ he demanded loudly.

She didn’t say anything simply stared into the ground still clutching her children “The killed my boy” she spoke solemnly a single burning tear falling down her cheek. The child held her children closely wishing for it to be a nightmare, a nightmare her mother would soon wake her up from.

#maegor targaryen #maegor x reader #maegor the cruel #king maegor #blood and cheese #house of the dragon #x reader #a song of ice and fire #asoif/got #maegor with teats

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