#dani's pride dragons

[styxthecaracal]

Subtle Pride Dragons 2

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[shantiyen]

An aromantic themed dragon for Pride month <3

[kaerinio]

on this morning, i am thinking about how much dany would have loved, supported, and fought for rhaenyra. that's it. that is all.

[cowinthestars]

another hearth vod thumbnail lets gooooooo! the lore was actually really fun to do aside from the technical difficulties i was suffering through the whole time LMAO and it was really cool getting to do my first like actual lore stream in what feels like ages and have it come out at least pretty okay i think :>

[ask-steven-the-wolf]

Happy pride Day to everyone in Rhode Island! It's very rainy out but that's not gonna stop us from having a great time ^^

Love you guys! Hopefully more pictures to come! ^.^

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬

a/n: crossover that I really wanted to do. I've used dragons from every timeline.

gif cred: @gameofthronesdaily.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

I wanted to make this as simple as possible, so I'm not going into backgrounds or Houses or the wheres, whos and whys. But if you'd like me to make backstories for them, let me know in my inbox!

(but p.s. I can already see Kyle being a Velaryon Prince and Simon a Targaryen because of their natural features.)

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 | 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒚𝒔

There's something very regal about John - he holds himself with dignity and grace. He walks with pride and knows his rank/his place. Because he's earnt it.

Meleys, who was once known as the quickest dragon in Westeros, also holds herself the exact same way John does.

She is the Red Queen, vicious, fierce and unyielding. She is royalty - looks it too.

I'm not quite sure she'd like a male rider - there would have to be a lot of winning her over. All her other riders have been female, and very bold. Yet, when Meleys saw the bravery of John, she allowed him to mount her.

But the two of them together would be an absolute force to be reckoned with. Intelligence mixed with tactics, and planning - they would soon become one of the most feared rider and mount in history.

𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 | 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈

Known by a lot of positive traits, the first one being: understanding her responsibilities. Silverwing is the perfect dragon.

Great with people, friendly, and elegant. She knows when eyes are on her.

In the same way that Kyle can make a friend wherever he is. People find him very charming.

Both are great at socialising. This reflects how a dragonrider usually has similar traits to their mount.

Know their duties, but also know when enough is enough. They don't let others walk all over them.

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 | 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓

Ooh boy, okay so these two bonded over being grumpy and moody.

While Vermithor used to be the mount of one of Westerosi's greatest Kings, I think he would like Simon a whole lot more.

Simon, who would never make him do anything Simon wouldn't do himself.

Both of them hate too much company.

And the only way to truly get away from people is in the air.

Vermithor might be considered an old man, but he's still got that passion within him, and damn anyone who says what he can and cannot do

The pair could be gone for weeks. Only relying on one another for company, aiding each other in getting food and Vermithor being wonderful at finding bodies of water.

Although they do usually go to the same places now.

Sometimes Simon forgets how formidable Vermithor is - and that in the past anyone who approached him would burn to death by his flame.

But really Simon only sees a big lizard with wings who snores when he sleeps and grunts when he's angry. Oh, and watch out for his tail because he will try to knock you over when he's irritated.

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 | 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒙𝒆𝒔

Let's gather what we know about Soap: intelligent (obviously, no one in the army reaches that level by being a complete tosser), he's active and ready to be in the field i.e, now the air.

Meraxes is known for being an avid flyer. Her first and only rider, Rhaenys the First, flew her mount so much - some say it was the collective amount of both her brother and sister riding their own beasts.

Johnny is the dragonrider who is constantly scowering for dragon eggs. If he finds them, he cares for them like they're his own children.

Johnny would literally be the Father of Dragons. Would 100% do a Dany and walk into fire to see if the eggs will hatch (don't worry the other boys look out for him and Meraxes would never let him be so stupid as to willingly hurt himself.)

If you have a different opinion I'm more than happy to hear it!

[dumbkiri]

​ALT DREAMER OF YOU

This is an alternate 'Dreamer of You' series that is set after the first chapter. I had this vision of [Name] being so prideful of Daenerys and I had to make it all about her lmaoo also Helaena spoke up!

First part: 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚

8 𝔭𝔤𝔰

North. Go North.

[Name]’s eyes never left the enchanting fire that spoke to him. The translucent voice kept telling him the same thing for hours and he sat there listening to it. The crackle of the fire warmed his body and he moved his attention to his girls still sleeping on the bed.

Daenerys, in her sleep, wrapped herself around her mother and the two dragons bonded to his daughter found sleep on her pillow. Usually [Name] would be against dragons sleeping in their personal chambers, but Helaena reassured him that their children were guarded by their light. 

Go. North. 

The voice commanded again, never ceasing. Then [Name] sighed and picked up Hellfire from the table making his schedule inside his head. He walked over to his clothes to get dressed for the day and he gladly ditched the sickening green color the Hightower-Targaryens wore. Instead he wore the more traditional colors of his house; black and red. 

As he got ready, [Name] accidentally woke up his daughter and she sat up in the bed with groggy eyes. It was only when he had Hellfire strapped to his waist did he notice Daenerys awake. His boots clicked against the floorboards as he made his way towards her with a gentle look, 

“Are you an early bird now, Dany?” 

She shook her head and rubbed her eyes with one hand, “Where are you going, father? Can I come with you?” 

[Name] scooped her into his arms and he led her across the room where he already had hers and her mother’s clothes out on one of the couches. Since she woke up, he might as well dress her and take her with him to prepare for the trip to Dragonstone. 

“Of course, you can come with me. Shall we get you dressed?” 

“Yes please,” Daenerys giggled and awed at the pretty dark red gown tailored just for her with black accents in her father’s hands. She’s never worn these colors before, but after seeing her father wear them, it’s all she wanted to do. She couldn’t though because her grandmother insisted that green had always been her color. Little Daenerys disagrees wholeheartedly now, black and red were the colors she was born to wear. 

[Name] dressed Daenerys rather quickly as his daughter stood there diligently in her spot. But the smile on his face knew that she loved these new colors she gets to wear. Alicent used to complain about getting Daenerys dressed because she never stood still. The reason had been because she wanted to wear the colors he wore, this brough a goofy smile on his face knowing his daughter really does follow in his footsteps. 

  He wished that his father witnessed his favorite grandchild wear these proud colors of House Targaryen. [Name] knew that Viserys would have this giant smile on his face and the hug he would give Daenerys would crush her little body with love. 

“This dress is very pretty, father.” 

[Name] snapped back into reality and he watched Daenerys twirl in her spot, admiring the black ruffles that fluffed out with the spin. He chuckled, then stood up to his full height with his hand outstretching for her small one, “Come now, we have a lot to do today, are you ready?” 

Daenerys took her father’s hand and could feel his warmth penetrating through his gloves. Ever since her grandfather passed down Hellfire to her father, the warmth surrounding his body never cooled. She pictured him like a fire that always burned, no matter what it faced. 

“I am.”

……

“Where is your brother now?” Alicent watched her daughter admiring the creatures she kept in cages with silence. Her eyes stayed on the stiff Helaena, afraid that if she actually looked around she would find [Name] standing in a corner of the room menacingly. 

But his presence was not felt, this assured Alicent that she could have a conversation with her kind daughter. Helaena would forgive her for what happened last night. 

“He went out to check on Balerion and Dreamfyre with Daenerys, he’ll be back shortly if you would like to apologize to him,” Helaena spoke and picked up a cage that housed a very fuzzy tarantula. 

Alicent finally noticed the way her daughter was dressed. Helaena wore a black dress with material that represented black scales and black leggings underneath. Her braided hair showed off the red corset and the very bright red Targaryen sigil above her right breast. Clothes that had this embroidered sigil were clothing only [Name] had someone tailor for his family. 

Helaena always looked good in green, yet here she stood with black and red tainting her beauty. [Name] did this on purpose, Alicent knows this for certain. Her son taunted her with notions of these colors that reminded her so much of Rhaenyra and Daemon…of Viserys. 

“Are you?” Helaena moved her observant eyes to Alicent and her mother shook off the chills running down her arms. 

“Am I, what?” 

“You came here to talk to me about what you and…the Lord Commander were doing last night. I know an act like that, mother. [Name] and I engage in the activity almost every night.” Helaena said this with no hesitancy and it displeased the mother very much. 

Alicent grimaced and said, “Helaena, I don’t need to know that. What you saw last night, you or the little ones should not have seen. I wanted to-” 

“I forgive you, mother,” Helaena mumbled, holding her tears back, “but my husband is a different person. Usually he’s not so easily angered. He’s kind and loving, never raises his voice at me or his children. He is a family man, dedicated to protecting us and learning how to be a soldier and a father at the same time. [Name] doesn’t want to be like father, a man who sues for peace every time an enemy slights him or like his brothers, boys who demand for war every time something doesn’t go their way.” 

“You’re right, he’s nothing like them,” Alicent muttered, her eyes downcasted, “[Name] came into this world with a defiant cry, louder than when Aegon came. He grew up following the shadow of Rhaenyra, even going so far as to protect her children during that incident. Your brother admired Rhaenyra whilst living up to her standards pretending that she was his mother, not me.” 

Helaena set the cage with the arachnid in it gently back on the table. Her mother did not hear a single good thing she described [Name] to be. Her mother only heard how different he was from his brothers. [Name] took to Rhaenyra because he admired their older sister. Then he got along well with Lucerys and Jacaerys, this trio bringing joy to Viserys when he was still alive.

She imagined the way [Name] would speak to their mother right now. All of [Name]’s worries and defeats came to her mind, remembering the way he felt useless in this place. She felt bad for her husband and this was her moment to speak up for him because he wasn’t here to defend himself. 

[Name] defended her many times in front of Lords and their wives, their brothers and subjects. When they made fun of her, he reminded them to watch their tongue or else they’d lose it. When they watched her for too long, he tells them that Balerion likes watching men on fire running around before he eats them. Some warnings came out with a subtle threat and some left just as is.

“You’re wrong,” Helaena pushed herself to protect her husband’s dignity as a Targaryen, “It wasn’t a shadow he chased after nor did he see a mother in Rhaenyra. What my husband admired about Rhaenyra was something Aegon, Aemond or himself couldn’t attain. [Name] follows her because he sees and knows her as the true heir to the Iron Throne. Our sister was meant to rule the Realm and you gave it to a drunk.” 

“Helaena!” Alicent glared at her soft spoken daughter who for once, spoke her mind. Or was it [Name]’s words speaking through her? “You cannot speak about your brother like that, most of all your king. Has [Name] tainted your thoughts with false-” 

“You’re not listening, mother,” Helaena huffed, “We know who was supposed to be the ruler of the Iron Throne, but you and grandfather took that away from her. Your son took her son’s life because he lost an eye to him years ago. We lost a son because of this infringement on her claim to the throne. What more do you want from him? From her? I will not stand here and listen to you put blame on him when it was you, all along. And…I forgive you.” 

“Are you saying it’s my fault?” Alicent asked with a finger pointed at herself. 

“Are you denying that it’s not, Alicent?” 

Helaena and Alicent snapped their heads to the entrance of the room and standing there in all his glory was [Name] with a worn out Daenerys in his arms. Yes, he looked intimidating in his all black dragon rider clothing. Although holding Daenerys close to his chest made him look more like a doting father than the rider of the largest dragon. 

“[Name], back so soon?” Alicent questioned, settling the glare onto Daenerys’ dress. It seems her son is making a statement with his whole family. Again, this color is associated with Rhaenyra’s side of the family and it made her question the motives of her son. 

He mentioned in the council room that he would fly out to Dragonstone to see if Rhaenyra really put that order out; a son for a son. Maybe wearing black and red would ease Rhaenyra and the rest of the Blacks by wearing their house colors. Her son would fight on behalf of his own, but not accuse the wrong party. Most of his anger is towards her and Criston Cole, she made them a target for him. 

“I’ve been out since dawn with Daenerys preparing the dragons for a long flight,” He closed the door behind him and walked in the room with an imposing presence. Her sons were all different from each other; Aegon walked with uncertainty, Aemond walked with a calculated stride and [Name] marched in with confidence. “I believe it’s a perfect time to come back and have something to eat with my family. Now then are you denying Helaena’s claim and if you are, I’m willing to listen.” 

[Name] stopped in front of Helaena and pressed a kiss on her lips, greeting her with love then he led her to one of the couches. They were going to have a talk with their mother if she wanted to. Helaena felt another kiss, this time on her cheek, when she sat down and to her surprise, Daenerys greeted her so kindly. With this action, Helaena scooped her daughter out of her husband’s arms and cuddled with her giggling child. 

“Know that your apology might just save Cole’s life. If you fail to please my family, your lover will be lit by Balerion’s fire and he’ll be eaten by Dreamfyre.” 

[Name] turned his affectionate gaze towards his mother and it hardened into a steely stare. He watched her sit down across from his family and upright with a nod.

Her voice came out annoyed and accusingly, “Of course, you would come up with a punishment like that. Your Red God must be so proud of you.” 

“Mocking my faith now?” [Name] grimly chuckled then leaned back into the sofa, his arm draping over Helaena’s shoulders, “He doesn’t need to hear your false praises towards your gods, he’s already found you guilty for many things. But you are my mother and I will try to find something good in you. It might surprise you that I didn’t come up with Cole’s punishment.” 

Alicent casted a shocked stare at Helaena and the soft spoken woman shook her head. 

“Neither did my wife, no. The one to come up with Cole’s punishment was Dany. She got the bright idea when we fed some sheep and fish to Balerion and Dreamfyre. Tell grandmother what you told me about the Lord Commander, Dany.” 

All the attention landed on Daenerys and the little girl sat up in her mother’s lap. Daenerys smoothed her dress down then addressed Alicent, “Grandmother, we find the Lord Commander, Ser Criston Cole, guilty for abandoning his post. Relieving the rest of the Watch allowed ratcatchers to infiltrate our floors and murder my brother and cousin. Rhaegar declared that when our father catches them, he will burn them in the blackest hells…simply put Balerion will light them up.”

Daenerys gestured with her hand to make it a point that the little girl didn’t know if her grandmother understood what Rhaegar meant by a black hell. The black fire had been notable by all of the people in Westeros as only one dragon did that. Dany has not seen her grandmother approach a dragon at all, not the young ones either. 

Even Moonlight, Nightmare and Frostfang made her uneasy and they were across the room perched by Viserys’ crib. So she really did not know if her grandmother knew that Balerion breathed black fire. 

“Since Uncle Aegon already caught one of the men and we’re still looking for the ratcatcher, Ser Criston Cole has to answer for his abandonment.”

“Daenerys, Ser Criston Cole follows my orders and-” Alicent scooted upward on the sofa to address her granddaughter as softly as possible. 

But Danerys wasn’t interested in this gentle talk. Her brother is dead and she wanted revenge just like her father. Truth be told, she can’t wait to see the ratcatcher and the Lord Commander burn. 

“Dragons are very unique, grandmother. The way they interact with one another makes me very curious, so I started watching a particular pairing. As you know, I’ve been around Balerion and Dreamfyre many times more than my own dragons.” 

Alicent caught how Daenerys said ‘dragons’ and not dragon. But she allowed this mistake completely oblivious to the way her son kept his prideful look on his daughter. 

“Did you know that Dreamfyre likes to eat sheep and fish that Balerion burns up?” Daenerys gushed and tightened her hands on her dress, “I think it’s really cute! She refuses to eat anything that her mate hasn’t burned. Then this idea came to mind as a punishment to those who caused my brother’s death. What if we have Balerion burn the men and Dreamfyre can feast upon them? Father told me it was a grand idea.”

“I’m sure he did,” Alicent said with a disturbed expression on her face. “Yet I cannot allow you to punish Ser Criston Cole. He did not murder your brother or your cousin. He doesn’t deserve a punishment like that.” 

“Grandmother, I don’t understand why you’re defending him,” Daenerys’ smile instantly turned into a frown. Her lilac eyes flashing a dangerous red and Alicent swore she saw a reflection of a flame inside the purple color. “Your grandsons are dead. Your love for the Lord Commander is blinding you to the justice we demand. Do you think that they would have died if there were guards outside our room? Would you still protect him if you saw what we witnessed?” 

Alicent looked away from the unshed tears her granddaughter had in her eyes. 

“We watched Rhaegar fight to protect his cousin. We heard them cutting off Jaehaerys head. I clung onto mother’s dress as she picked up Viserys from his crib then ran away with her and Aunt Jeyne. When I looked back into that room…I saw the light leave Rhaegar’s eyes. I want his declaration to be law, do you understand?” 

Alicent had enough of her granddaughter speaking to her like this. Her smart remark left her lips in a flash, “Well it’s a good thing you are not a queen and that your father isn’t a king. We will follow Aegon’s orders and only one man will burn for the prince and your brother’s death; the ratcatcher.” 

Dany, for the first time in her life, glared at her grandmother then hopped off the sofa. The little girl’s height matched Alicent’s sitting form and she said, “No, it’s a good thing father is close to Uncle Aegon. They’re brothers, first and foremost. Fortunately for us, you forget that. Ser Criston Cole will be known as Crispy Cole very soon and you will witness Rhaegar’s vision of the blackest hell.”

Daenerys left the three adults flabbergasted by her leave making her way to the baby dragons and her young brother. 

Helaena moved her eyes upwards to look at [Name] and the man covered his smirk with his hand, holding back his laughter. He couldn’t believe Daenerys just talked to Alicent like that. If his father were here, Viserys would crumble and crack at the show Dany put on. 

“Your daughter needs to learn how to respect her elders.” Alicent’s angered voice cut through the awkwardness. The parents of the young girl could tell their mother had been slighted and did not take well to the subtle threat that was said. 

[Name] shook his head and removed his hand, “No, she said everything that needs no sugarcoating. You underestimate her intelligence and her ruthlessness, Alicent. I suggest you warn your sworn protector of his future because there is not a corner of the world that he could hide in. A black hell Rhaegar declared is a promise we intend to keep for his honor.”

“Father, come look!” Daenerys’ voice carried over to the adults and [Name] stood immediately. Daenerys deserved all his attention after telling his mother off. Plus he wanted to know where she got the ‘Crispy Cole’ nickname from. It was very clever on her part. 

When [Name] disappeared from Helaena’s side, Alicent addressed her daughter wanting to know what Daenerys meant by ‘dragons’. “Your daughter mentioned that she’s been around Balerion and Dreamfyre more than her dragons. She only has one, what does she mean otherwise?” 

Helaena gestured with a tilt of her head to get her mother witnessing a grand sight. Because her daughter truly was a different Targaryen in a good way. Daenerys will grow up demanding respect and leading powerful allies for her cause. 

Following the action with her eyes, Alicent saw Daenerys talking in high valyrian to two hatchlings. One hatchling covered in all white scales with black undertones and black wings, climbed onto Daenerys’ shoulder. Then another hatchling colored in a dark red - almost black- scales and bright green eyes walked up onto Daenerys’ outstretched hand. 

“Daenerys is a very powerful girl, her will has drawn in another dragon to her,” Helaena smiled at the scene playing out between her husband and daughter, “She holds a bond between Moonlight and Nightmare. For centuries, she will be known as Daenerys the Assertive; the daughter of [Name] Targaryen, the Black Rider.” 

Alicent had no idea why Helaena gave her husband that nickname when he was already ‘the Dreaded’ after his dragon, The Black Dread. But little did the Dowager Queen know, [Name] was soon going to join the Blacks cause.

[rainhadaenerys]

People in this fandom will constantly complain that Dany "never shuts up about her long list of names and titles". So I decided to actually count the times Dany does this. I searched for "Stormborn" in a Search of Ice and Fire, so it's possible that there's one or two instances missing if that word isn't included, but probably not a lot. In this post, I'm not including instances of a herald saying Dany's titles before a former introduction like an audience or a party (because that isn't an instance of Dany "not shutting up about her titles", that's Dany following the etiquette rules of her world). I'm also not including when other people say Dany's titles spontaneously, without Dany's command. So here are the instances of Dany herself talking about her titles to other people:

The Dothraki exchanged uncertain glances. "Khaleesi," the handmaid Irri explained, as if to a child, "Jhaqo is a khal now, with twenty thousand riders at his back." She lifted her head. "And I am Daenerys Stormborn, Daenerys of House Targaryen, of the blood of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel and old Valyria before them. I am the dragon's daughter, and I swear to you, these men will die screaming. Now bring me to Khal Drogo." - Daenerys IX AGOT

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ons . . . dragons . . . other voices echoed in the gloom. Some were male and some female. One spoke with the timbre of a child. The floating heart pulsed from dimness to darkness. It was hard to summon the will to speak, to recall the words she had practiced so assiduously. "I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros." Do they hear me? Why don't they move? She sat, folding her hands in her lap. "Grant me your counsel, and speak to me with the wisdom of those who have conquered death." - Daenerys IV ACOK

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"You require passage for a hundred Dothraki, all their horses, yourself and this knight, and three dragons?" said the captain of the great cog Ardent Friend before he walked away laughing. When she told a Lyseni on the Trumpeteer that she was Daenerys Stormborn, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, he gave her a deadface look and said, "Aye, and I'm Lord Tywin Lannister and shit gold every night." - Daenerys V ACOK

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"The corsair wanted only a hundred, your worship," Dany heard the slave girl say. He poked her with the end of the whip. "Consairs are all liars. He'll buy them all. Tell her that, girl." Dany knew she would take more than a hundred, if she took any at all. "Remind your Good Master of who I am. Remind him that I am Daenerys Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, trueborn queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. My blood is the blood of Aegon the Conqueror, and of old Valyria before him." - Daenerys II ASOS

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"Woman, you bray like an ass, and make no more sense." "Woman?" She chuckled. "Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man." Dany met his stare. "I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, khaleesi to Drogo's riders, and queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros." - Daenerys IV ASOS

And that's it. In the four books Dany appears, she says her titles to other people five times. In two of these times (Dany IX AGOT and Dany IV ASOS), Dany uses her titles to sound more intimidating against her opponents (Khal Jhaqo and the slaver envoy). Twice, she uses her titles as a way to try and convince people to let her buy something (the Unsullied in Astapor and the passage to Westeros), which makes sense, given that she is trying to convince others that she has power/money/influence, so it makes sense to try using her titles. And then there's the one time in the House of the Undying in which she uses her titles as a proper introduction that she was instructed to practice and say when she met the Undying. None of these moments are about Dany being overly prideful or arrogant. For a fandom that keeps complaining about Dany "never shutting up" about her titles, she doesn't say them all that much.

[syndrossi]

In the Reversal AU, does Jon/Jeyne/Aemma look enough like Arya that he gets hit in the feels the first time he sees his reflection? Also I think he needs to name at least one sword/dagger Needle in honor of her. Lastly, how bad, and or surprisingly good, are Jon and Rhaegar at sewing/embroidery?

Oh, interesting question! I think a pure Jon-is-suddenly-a-girl-at-AGOT-Arya's-age would definitely look like her sister. With a little extra Daemon and Royce mixed in, it does "help" a little, so that he has to look a little harder to find the features he shares with Arya, but I like to think he still can. (It's not as dramatic as "Raymar looks like Dany", considering the two of them were sibling born of siblings, but if you're seeing yourself for the first time in a mirror, it's an obvious connection to seek/find.)

f!Jon 100% cheekily refers to her sword lessons with Daemon as "practicing her needlepoint"! 😂 I feel that both twins wouldn't have any great love for sewing and embroidery, feeling that there are far more valuable pursuits, given their upbringing the first time around. f!Rhaegar would much prefer to be doing something with dragons or reading a book. If she has to do a lady-like interest, it's going to be singing/the harp, which she already loves. One advantage of being a princess is that it's far more likely that someone else is making your gowns, so it's somewhat less "necessary" to learn it, vs the extra language lessons f!Rhaegar volunteers them for. (f!Jon is grumpy enough about having to learn Valyrian and now her sister wants to learn two more??? And additionally cheat because she'd learned them almost to the point of fluency before? And DANCING, Rhaella, really?)

Ultimately, I think they learn it to the point of bare minimum competence, since they both have their pride and like to excel, but that's one area where neither is a prodigy!

[eruherdiriel]

Dreams and lies

Jon POV, post-canon, book!jonsa ficlet. AO3 link.

~*~

“Who will you say the child’s father is?” Jon asks.

She looks away, closing her eyes and letting the wind hit her face as if it holds the answer. When Sansa opens her eyes, she does not look back at him, but toward the wolfswood, green and dark with the thick spring growth of trees, mosses, and grass.

“Someone I loved. Someone who died.”

He would laugh if there was any air left in his lungs. I am hollow but for my regret. 

“May the old gods give you a son for your grief,” he says. Not only the grief of losing what was between them, but for all the questions to come her way when her condition is discovered. 

Their marriage beneath the heart tree in the Winterfell godswood can never be known beyond their witnesses—Ghost, Brienne of Tarth, and Jeyne Poole. Not even Bran or Arya know, though Jon suspects one or both will be able to work it out for themselves. Either way, the secret will leave Sansa’s babe a bastard to the outside world, unless she claims to have married the nameless dead man she will say is the father.

And what if the child is born with the Targaryen look? Jon fears that most of all.

“I pray only for a healthy child,” Sansa says.

“I shall hope for the same.”

And for her health and safety as well. She is older than his mother was, but he still fears what the birthing bed can do to a woman.

He is leaving Lyanna Stark behind, too, in a way. All his life, his mother was closer and further away than he ever knew, her bones and statue in the Winterfell crypts. Ned Stark’s lie kept Jon alive but his mother a secret, and now Jon will lie to keep his own child safe from their parentage.

Someday it must end, this cycle. But not today.

He shifts on his feet, unable to walk away from Sansa despite knowing he must. How does anyone say goodbye to the person they love? He wants to run a sword through all that has torn them apart—the ghost of his father and the entire Targaryen legacy, and Dany’s destruction that reminded all of Westeros how deadly dragon rule can be.

In the end, the truth of Jon’s birth both gave and stole from him the greatest thing he has ever known.

“Your Grace,” he says with a nod to Sansa, intending to allow her to dismiss him.

“No,” she says, louder and firmer than she has spoken thus far. Then, softly, “Please. I am not your queen in this moment. This is our last—”

Their last moment to be something more, perhaps. But behind her is her queensguard, garbed in grey cloaks with blue undersides, the edges rimmed in white fur with red weirwood leaves for clasps. Jon and Sansa’s last moment was days ago, when he kissed her tears in the godswood, late at night, Ghost a guard at the entry. There will be no long embraces, no lingering kisses in this farewell.

“Sansa,” he says, for her guards are far enough away and cannot hear him. After her name has passed through his lips, he finds once is not enough. A hundred times would not be enough, but this is all they have left to share. “Sansa. My love.”

“I would have made you my equal, Jon,” she says. “My partner. My king. If it were possible, I would have done it.”

Her words make pride bloom in his chest, but he tamps it down. A title is nothing compared to the most precious dreams he is losing. They are slipping away, like water draining through cupped hands.

“You will be a fine lord,” Sansa says. “As you would have been a king.”

It is a cruel reality to achieve half of your desires, only to find it is the half you could have lived without.

“The North has you,” he replies. “There could be no one better.”

She lifts a hand and tugs off her light leather glove, then touches his face. It is a motion that could pass as sibling affection from a distance. Up close, he feels the tenderness and love that goes far beyond kinship, to the kind of touch they were only able to share too few times. The love and passion between a man and woman, a husband and wife.

A queen, and a king.

Clenching his fist, Jon closes his eyes and banishes the thought. That life is impossible for him. He opens his eyes and takes her hand off his cheek, holding it in his burned sword hand, then presses a kiss to the back of it.

Beside them, Ghost is still, not even scenting the rabbit smell that the wind has pushed their way. Spring has come, and prey is plentiful as the animals breed and recover their numbers after the long, hard winter and too many years of war. The direwolf will eat well tonight, and on every night of their journey to Queenscrown.

It will be wasted on Jon. He has found little enjoyment in the taste of food in nearly a moon, when his fate was sealed. Aegon was not Dany, yet the mob hunted and strung him up all the same. The smallfolk’s revenge.

It’s past time for him to leave. Sansa has duties she must attend to, and he has many leagues to travel. But the next time Jon sees her could be years. She promised to visit or to summon him to court at Winterfell, but he cannot bear the thought of pretending she is only a queen and half-sister to him. He cannot bear the thought of seeing a child of his blood grow and change in a million ways between visits, to know that child will forever be as fatherless as Jon himself was motherless.

This is the end for him and Sansa, for the life they should have shared and the family they should have made. Their babe is hers alone now. Jon dips his head, then drops her hand, turns, mounts his garron, and nudges the horse into a walk.

Don’t look back, he tells himself. If you look back, you will never leave. 

But he has always been weak when it comes to her, and after several paces, Jon twists in his saddle. Sansa is standing there, eyes closed again as if to deny what is happening. Tears are streaking down her cheeks. He faces forward again and kicks his horse into a trot, listening to the animal’s hooves thump against the wet grass and squelch in the mud.

The hills dip and rise as Jon rides up the kingsroad, Ghost plodding silently next to him. Flowers bloom alongside the road’s ruts, the new season bringing long-promised life to the North. Despite the growth and beauty, the spring air tastes like a bitter lie instead of the sweet hope he expected.

On the fourth rise, he turns once more. She is still on the hummock where he left her, though Brienne is standing beside her now instead of behind. When Sansa sees he has turned, she raises a hand and waves.

Jon lifts his own hand in farewell, then drops it and regrips the reins, leaving all promise of the life he dreamed of behind him.

[thaliajoy-blog]

Some Young Griff/Aegon VI/fAegon thoughts. Cause I feel so sad about his very probably ending, to die young. I love Dany and her story, and Young Griff is this person revealed out of the blue in the last book, this supposed legitimate heir, more legitimate than Dany (or less) depending on the rules, this kid who's been trained all his life to be a perfect king, to be Aegon V reborn in some way, with both a formal education worthy of his rank and intimate knowledge of the way commonfolk live. I kind of empathize with the way he decides to go to Westeros instead of going to Dany. It's foolish and reckless, but it's really the move of someone who wants to have something of his own. His conversation with Tyrion throws off his assumptions about his future with Daenerys. She's not a future wife, she's a rival. He could go to her and she could decide he is worth nothing to her. She has dragons, conquests, power, and he has a bloodline, some knowledge, and a claim. All that he has been taught, all he's been said he would be one day could mean nothing in the presence of Daenerys & how much she has accomplished. And in the face of that, Aegon decides he wants to meet with her on equal terms. It's foolish but so natural. He wants to conquer, to rule, to have something of value to bring to the table other than blood & a name he can't back up alone. In a sense he wants to be like her. He doesn't have the core drive and spark that made her so exceptional (her desire to overthrow an unfair status quo and a pure connection to magic) but he has the drive to have a place, a name, a power of his own. There's obviously sexism/masculine pride in there as well, he doesn't want to depend on a woman or concede that she might have a better claim. But also just, the desire to be someone on his own.

It's so fucked up and kind incredible when Dany emulates without exactly meaning to or having had training her ancestors Aegon the Conqueror (and also other good leaders, like Alysanne or Aegon V) ; and Young Griff, who wants to emulate that founding figure, also ressemble Daeron I, who is practically as mythical and beloved (but way more doomed). Interesting given how Daeron I kind of obviously wanted to emulate the Conqueror himself, but failed. And how he's of Aegon III's line, the line the Blackfyres come from, in relation to Young Griff's suspected actual ancestry.

And that last part...like remember the "Daenerys is actually a Lyseni dragonseed" WTF theories ? Well Young Griff is the actual guy who has this kind of reveal planned out for him. And it's the core of why I feel so sorry for him - he's been lied to and manipulated for power all his life. He doesn't know who he really is. "Young Griff" is the closest he has to an actual name of his own, as far as we know. And if he gets to live to see that reveal, it's just gonna be so heartbreaking.

[styxthecaracal]

Subtle Pride Dragons

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[stromuprisahat]

He [Viserys] was still screaming. “You do not command the dragon. Do you understand? I am the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, I will not hear orders from some horselord’s slut, do you hear me?” His hand went under her vest, his fingers digging painfully into her breast. “Do you hear me?” Dany shoved him away, hard. Viserys stared at her, his lilac eyes incredulous. She had never defied him. Never fought back. Rage twisted his features. He would hurt her now, and badly, she knew that. Crack. The whip made a sound like thunder. The coil took Viserys around the throat and yanked him backward. He went sprawling in the grass, stunned and choking. The Dothraki riders hooted at him as he struggled to free himself. ... “I warned him what would happen, my lady,” Ser Jorah Mormont said. “I told him to stay on the ridge, as you commanded.” “I know you did,” Dany replied, watching Viserys. He lay on the ground, sucking in air noisily, red-faced and sobbing. He was a pitiful thing. He had always been a pitiful thing. Why had she never seen that before? There was a hollow place inside her where her fear had been. “Take his horse,” Dany commanded Ser Jorah. Viserys gaped at her. He could not believe what he was hearing; nor could Dany quite believe what she was saying. Yet the words came. “Let my brother walk behind us back to the khalasar.” Among the Dothraki, the man who does not ride was no man at all, the lowest of the low, without honor or pride. “Let everyone see him as he is.” “No!” Viserys screamed. He turned to Ser Jorah, pleading in the Common Tongue with words the horsemen would not understand. “Hit her, Mormont. Hurt her. Your king commands it. Kill these Dothraki dogs and teach her.” The exile knight looked from Dany to her brother; she barefoot, with dirt between her toes and oil in her hair, he with his silks and steel. Dany could see the decision on his face. “He shall walk, Khaleesi,” he said. He took her brother’s horse in hand while Dany remounted her silver.

A Game of Thrones- Chapter 23 (George R. R. Martin)

Modern media often portray arranged marriages built without love as the end of the world, yet it used to be very common way to do things, and people tended to simply keep on living. I love that in Dany's story we can see not just the struggles to adapt to a completely foreign culture, but her growing realization she has a safety net to fall into, should she dare to defy her brother's aggression.

Also:

[kaerinio]

there's something . . . about the iron throne being forged in dragonfire . . . and the fact that, over the years, it has taken blood from targaryen heirs.

[lunarmoonanons]

The First Wedding

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YN watches as her little brother Aemon gets married to his beautiful bride

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It was an exciting day for the entire kingdom, celebrations all over the capitol for the royal family. It was the wedding day for the prince and pride of Dragonstone: Aemon. He was to be married to Lady Jocelyn Baratheon. The Boy of Five and Ten was the pride of his family, at six feet tall he had embodied the grace of a Targaryen prince. Everyone in the Keep was excited, no more so than the eldest adopted princess, YN. She loved her brother and was very happy that he liked his bride to be and that he would be married. 

Though Jaehaerys did want to marry his son to his deceased daughter Daenerys, and when that fell through at her death, he turned his eye toward his adopted daughter. It seemed logical the dragon girl would marry the prince of Dragonstone. But for some reason they never arranged the two to be married. Maybe the king always wanted his little girl to remain his little girl. Now at six and ten, she was the eldest and most beautiful non targaryen the realm had known. The girl was adorned in a gold dress and a crown on her head. She looked like the epitome of a princess. 

During the middle hour, there was some worry. The prince had not left his rooms and the ceremony was coming closer. The king had started to worry , and the queen had sat outside his rooms trying to coax him out. But nothing made him respond. YN had rallied her younger siblings to the right area. The prince had still not come out of his rooms and finally YN had had enough and marched her way to his room. She saw Alysanne standing outside the door talking to her son. But YN was more direct. She knocked on the door and waited for a moment before announcing herself. 

“Aemon? It’s me. Please let me in.” YN coaxed. Resting her palm against the door and waiting. 

“...come in…” Aemon finally said after a minute, making YN sigh in relief and open and close the door quickly so that no one would enter but her. She turned around the room and found him sitting on the bed staring out his own window. 

She let out a breath through her nose and went to sit beside him. Once next to him she wrapped her tan hand in his pale one. He rested his head ontop of hers and breathed shaky breaths. She didn’t say anything and rubbed her thumb on his hand. The two sat in silence as the older girl tried to soothe him quietly. He didn’t say anything, just kept staring out the window. It felt peaceful and calming. But there was that lingering feeling of worry that YN felt for her brother. He liked his bride to be, they got along well and it seemed this marriage would be successful. So why was he hesitating to leave the Keep? 

“You know… I used to assume we would be married.” Aemon finally spoke up. That made 

YN pulled back and looked at him. “I was supposed to marry Dany… I don’t know why father never arranged for us to be together.”

“Aemon… You know I love you dearly.” YN said slowly, bringing a hand to cheek to turn his face toward her. “But we are not meant to be. You’ll always be my little brother.”

“I’m frightened to be married.” He whispered and looked into her eyes. 

“Are you afraid to be tied down? Afraid that you’re too young to be married?” She asked, rubbing her thumb on his cheek. 

“...What if she doesn’t like me? What if we grow apart and our marriage is loveless and hateful?” He asked shakily. 

That made YN sigh and bring his forehead down to hers. “She would be lucky to have you. You two have known each other for years, and you get along quite well. I do not doubt that your marriage will be loving.”

“But what if our marriage falls apart after a few years? If we love now then fall out of love and are trapped in a marriage that produces only misery and our children suffer and-”

“Aemon.” YN interuppted. “Worrying about the ifs does nothing. You make your life and marriage what you want it to be. Attend to your wife and love her with all your heart and I’m sure your children will see that you are a loving man.”

“...I’m afraid.” He whispered once again.

“I know. But I am here to hold your hand through the fear. You are not alone in this.” YN said standing up. She turned to him and held her hand out to him. “Now let’s get you married.”

Aemon let out a breath and wiped his face. He stood to his full height and towered over his sister by several inches. He grabbed her hands then pulled her into him. Hugging her tightly as he rested his hands on her waist. YN waited a moment then pulled back and held his face in her hands. 

“This will be one of the happiest days of your life. Try to live in the moment. And try to show your joy. The fear is momentary. The joy will last a lifetime.” YN said and kissed his cheek. “She’s lucky to have you.”

“I would’ve been lucky to have you…” Aemon whispered. 

“Don’t think about that. Think about what is.” 

She held his hand and brought him out of the room. Baelon was waiting there with their mother and father smiling at the sight of the two of them. Baelon came forth and gave his brother a tight hug then patted him on the back. Jaehaerys kissed the side of YN’s head and brought her forth. Alysanne grabbed her hand and smiled at her daughter. When they made their way to the sept, YN stood on the groom's side of the aisle and held a hand on Baelon’s shoulder. Aemon stood at the center and fidgeted waiting for his bride. And she was a sight to behold. Her hand was up in a beautiful do and wrapped around an antler tiara. Her white and gold dress wrapped wonderfully around her body. YN thought she was beautiful. 

The vows were simple and beautiful. A mix of Valyrian traditions and some Seven faith customs. Alysanne was crying throughout the ceremony and Jaehaerys held her hand as she did. YN felt so proud of her brother and felt the tears prick as she watched one of the people that she loved the most get married to someone who loved him just as much. She remembered back to when he was a child and he would hold onto her skirts and beg for her attention. 

When the ceremony was over, it was time for celebration. The feast table was held in front of the iron throne, YN sat near her brother and laughed amongst them. The food was plentiful and the music was beautiful. As YN laughed at Baelon’s joke, she felt soft hands touch her shoulders. Looking behind her she saw the bride smiling at her. Jocelyn leant down and hugged her tight. Resting her head against hers. 

“I have heard you saved my marriage. Convinced my husband to face his fears and marry me.” She kissed YN’s cheek and hugged her tighter. “I am grateful to you. I am glad we will be sisters.”

“The Targaryens are fortunate to welcome you to their family.” YN said and kissed her hand. 

With that, Jocelyn stood to her full six foot height and pulled her husband to the dance floor. The two held each other's hand tightly and started the first dance. YN smiled and watched her brother dance with his wife. Baelon teased Alyssa as she sat in an uncomfortable dress. Joking that he should dance with her and show her off to the crowd. Alyssa responded by punching him in the arm. Jaehaerys was enraptured with Alysanne and YN felt very content to see her family together. 

Later in the night Aemon came up to his older sister and held a hand out to her. YN smiled and stood up, letting him lead her to the floor. The two started the dance around each other and speak in hushed tones. Words that only exist between the two of them. 

“You know you remind me of my brother.” YN said. 

“Baelon?” 

“No. My older brother. My birth brother. Devran.” YN smiled sadly at the memory of her brother.

“...Where is he?” 

“He went north. Mama wanted him to find our ice kin. Whatever that means.” 

Aemon looked troubled at the thought of YN having a brother before him. Someone she was biologically connected to. Someone who had claim to her before he did. He felt such possessiveness over her, that burned at the thought of her brother. He reached forward and pulled her close, looking deep into her eyes. 

“You’ll always be my sister. No one can take you away from me.” Aemon stated looking rather encroaching. 

YN did not notice his state and smiled, touching his face once again. “I’ll always be there for you. I love you dearly Aemon.”

He smiled at that and kissed her forehead. Bringing the two together as they always would be. The floor danced around them. YN pulled back and reached her hand out​​ to Jocelyn, who smiled and grabbed her hand. YN brought Aemon’s and Jocelyn’s hands together. Joining the two before her eyes. They looked adoringly at each other. YN stepped away. Not seeing the adoring stare they gave her.

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What YN looked like during the wedding:

[ask-steven-the-wolf]

Here I am to remind you all to have a happy pride month! :D

Have fun and be proud to be yourself! :D