#dark rhaegar

[novaursa]

Hello, can I order a Rhaegar Targaryen x reader stark? younger twin sister than lyanna stark but reader had hair white as snow that's why they called her the white wolf reader arrived at the king's landing with his father weeks after his brothers and sister arrived Prince Rhaegar Targaryen fell in love with her at the first moment but not her with him. She was allergic to princes and princesses, she understood the cruelty of the world and that no one did anything without a reason behind it.

So yes, Rhaergar did kidnap her, yes, he took her, yes, he imprisoned her in the tower of joy until she agreed to be his. Rhaigar killed his father, hurt Robert Barateon, who tried to get his fiancee's sister back. Lyanna asked many times to see her sister, Rhaigar never allowed her. Lyanna, through tears, shouted to Rhaigar that he should never have told her that day where her sister would be riding.

the now king smiled changing my mind and letting her see it When he took her to the chambers he saw a door full of chains and padlocks when he entered. Her sister, the great white wolf warrior, saw her sitting in a rocking chair with her beautiful eyes now opaque without shine and with a bulging belly obviously in sinta. Lyanna ran to her sister through tears, hugging her. reader directing his gaze to rhaigar my king husband who is she? Rhaigar is someone who wants to separate you from me

reader pushed lyanna to the ground getting up shaking her dress going to her king Rhaigar smiles at Lyanna while You no longer have anything here, girl, go back to the north. Lyanna wipes her tears and gets up, I swear I will kill you for what you did to her. leaving the room while the doors were closed

Please

The Chains of the White Wolf

- Summary: dark!Rhaegar kidnaps you and locks you away in the Tower of Joy.

- Paring: stark!reader/dark!Rhaegar Targaryen

- Note: I've left out some information that can't fit into one scene of 1000 words alone and kept only important ones for the plot.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff

The ride to the Tower of Joy was long, the heat of the Dornish sun beating down mercilessly as Lyanna Stark guided her horse over the rough terrain. Dust swirled around her, clinging to her hair and clothes, but she hardly noticed. Her mind was fixed on one thing—the reunion with her twin sister. Y/N. The White Wolf. 

Her heart twisted in her chest, torn between hope and fear. The whispers of what had become of her twin had reached her ears, each rumor more dreadful than the last. Rhaegar had taken her—stolen her away from their family. And now, after months of searching, she was close. So close.

Eddard rode beside her, his face as grim and determined as ever. Behind them, his men followed in silence, their swords ready for the battle they expected to face. But it wasn’t battle Lyanna feared; it was what she would find inside the Tower.

As they approached the stone structure, three figures came into view, standing at the entrance like specters from a nightmare. Rhaegar Targaryen was in the center, his violet eyes glinting in the sunlight, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, stood to his right, his legendary blade Dawn strapped to his back. Gerold Hightower, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, was to his left, his expression unreadable beneath his white helm.

Lyanna felt her blood run cold at the sight of Rhaegar. The man who had shattered their world, who had brought war to their lands, and who had taken her sister. Yet as much as she hated him, there was something about the way he looked at her that made her uneasy. Amused, almost. As though this was all some game to him.

"You've come a long way for nothing, Lady Lyanna," Rhaegar said, his voice smooth, calm, as if they were discussing something trivial. He stepped forward, a king in every sense now, clad in dark Targaryen armor. "But I will humor you. You wish to see her?"

Lyanna stiffened. "Take me to her. Now."

A soft chuckle escaped Rhaegar, but he turned and gestured for her to follow him. "As you wish."

The Tower loomed before them, the air thick with the heat and the tension. Lyanna's heart pounded in her chest as she followed Rhaegar up the steps, every part of her screaming to be wary, to be ready for some trap. Eddard and his men remained outside with Arthur and Gerold, but her brother’s eyes never left her, filled with silent warning.

Inside, the air was cooler but stifling. The stone walls seemed to close in around her, and with every step, Lyanna’s dread grew heavier. Rhaegar led her through winding corridors, the silence between them unnerving.

When they finally reached the chamber, he stopped before a heavy wooden door, pulling a key from his belt. He turned to Lyanna, his expression inscrutable. "I must warn you, she is not as you remember."

Lyanna's heart clenched. "Open it."

With a faint smirk, Rhaegar unlocked the door and pushed it open. Lyanna stepped inside, her breath catching in her throat.

The room was dim, the curtains drawn against the harsh Dornish sun, and the air was filled with the scent of lavender. In the corner of the room, a figure sat in a rocking chair, gently swaying back and forth.

It was Y/N.

Lyanna felt her knees nearly buckle. Her twin, the White Wolf of the North, the warrior who had fought beside her in the snow-covered forests of Winterfell, sat hunched, her white hair dull, lifeless. Her eyes, once so fierce and full of light, stared blankly ahead, distant and empty.

Y/N was with child. Her swollen belly stretched beneath a simple gown, and she rocked herself gently, her hand resting on her stomach. She looked like a ghost of the sister Lyanna had known.

"Y/N?" Lyanna's voice trembled as she took a step forward.

There was no flicker of recognition. Y/N continued to stare ahead as though Lyanna were a stranger, a passing shadow.

Lyanna rushed forward, falling to her knees beside her sister, tears streaming down her face. "Y/N, it’s me. It’s Lyanna. Please... Please, look at me!"

Slowly, Y/N’s gaze shifted toward her, confusion clouding her features. "Who are you?" Her voice was soft, distant, as if she were waking from a long, troubled sleep.

Lyanna's heart shattered. "It’s me, Y/N. Your sister."

Y/N’s brow furrowed, her eyes drifting past Lyanna to where Rhaegar stood, watching with a twisted smile of satisfaction. "Husband," Y/N said, her tone more childlike now. "Who is this woman?"

Rhaegar stepped forward, his voice a low purr. "She is someone who wishes to take you from me, my love. Someone who does not understand that you belong to me now. As you always have."

Lyanna felt as though she had been struck. Her sister recoiled from her touch, her eyes widening in alarm. "No... I don’t want to leave. I don’t... I belong here, with my husband." Y/N pushed Lyanna away, her movements frantic, as if she were frightened.

"Y/N, no! He’s poisoned you. He’s twisted everything!" Lyanna cried, reaching for her again, but Y/N scrambled away, shaking her head, panic overtaking her features.

Rhaegar's smirk deepened as he watched Lyanna’s anguish. "You see, Lady Lyanna, there is nothing left for you here. My queen has made her choice. Return to the North, where you belong."

Tears streamed down Lyanna’s face as she looked at her sister, the bond they had shared for so long now shattered, broken beyond repair. She rose to her feet, her hands trembling, her heart torn apart.

Before she turned to leave, she cast one last look at her twin—at the hollow shell of the warrior she had once known. "I swear to you, Rhaegar Targaryen," she said through her tears, her voice breaking, "for what you’ve done to her, for what you’ve taken, I will have vengeance."

With those words, she left, the weight of her promise heavy in the air. Outside, the wind howled, but the White Wolf remained, lost in the cage of the Tower, her light dimmed forever.

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

Three Heads of the Dragon

poor rhaenys :(

[claudiatherelentless]

Jon *chilling in the afterlife waiting for resurrection*: So I'm named for Jon?

Ned: Arryn.

Rhaegar: Connington.

Lyanna: -quil.

[franzkafkagf]

thinking about big brother rhaegar and baby viserys………

[nastyelf]

family

[thehauntingofharrenhouse]

it's so good that jon snow was almost genetically engineered to be the ideal dark sister wielder like I think that's what rhaegar probably wanted for him. he has bloodraven's powers and daemon's deranged fighting style, he is linked to a truly impressive amount of powerful women for someone who's supposed to be in the night's watch, like he even has a brother and sister named aegon and rhaenys!! but he already has a sword!!! it has a wolf on it.

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Mance = Rhaegar has to be one of the funniest brain dead ASOIAF theories because like, GRRM obviously created Mance and placed him in Jon’s storyline as a father figure so he can be a parallel to Jon’s real dad, Rhaegar. Like it’s so so obvious that these two men are meant to be paralleled due to their association with the protagonist; even Mance’s child is used as a narrative tool meant to inform on Jon’s own birth. And you’d think that ASOIAF stans would recognize that and be like, “huh narrative mirrors that’s cool!” But nooooo we just had to say they’re actually the same person. So by ASOIAF fans’ definition are Jon Snow and Aemon Steelsong the same character? Did Jon actually beat Tyrion to become the time traveling fetus?

[thesunwillshineonusagain757]

𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

In the Westerosi constitutional monarchy, Crown Prince Rhaegar found himself imprisoned by the rigid dictates of his birthright. Despite his lofty status, the gilded cage of royalty choked him, killing his unspoken desires. As he treads the corridors of and the very exclusive and most luxurious boarding school in the continent, more and more he embraces the inevitability of having to concealing his heart's yearnings, to the day he died.

Yet, a fated encounter unravels his world. Lyanna, an enigmatic new student hailing from the North, emerges as a tempestuous presence. Veiled in mystery and unfazed by his princely mantle, she refuses to bow to convention. With her arrival, the halls of the boarding school transform into a crucible of transformation, igniting a journey that transcends fate itself. Follow the start, the middle and the end of the relationship that will change everything.

𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊

Lyanna Aleksander Rickardevna Stark, is a new student in the Harrenhal institute, she came from the North after being released from prison. She likes to keep her history under wraps; Stark was enrolled into the Harrenhal Institute and went to the Labradorite house. Right as she came to the school she met Rhaegar Targaryen and unlike most people she did not treat him as someone who deserved her respect solely on the merit of his title, if anything her opinion of him wasn't the best because of this.

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

The Crown Prince Rhaegar Lucaerys Aelon Targaryen, Duke of Dragonstone Rhaegar was born as the first son of King Aerys and his consort, Queen Rhaella, Rhaegar is currently first in the line of succession after his father. Since birth, he has dealt with the weight of many responsibilities and is acutely aware of what is expected of him, to keep up a positive public reputation for the sake of his family. He made the decision, he wanted to live his life as normally as possible, but that was not permitted by his parents, who sent him to the prestigious boarding school near Harrenhall. Rhaegar's life was, but he couldn't see a way to make it out of it. But in his junior year, he met Lyanna, and that changed his mind forever.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

Alternate Universe - Academia | Alternate Universe - Teenagers | Angst and Fluff and Smut | Some Humor | But serious too | Past Attempted Rape/Non-Con( not in the story )| Private School | Alternate Universe - Boarding School | Alternate Universe - Rock Band | Enemies to Friends to Lovers | Rivals to Friends to Lovers | Slow Burn | Lyanna uses sarcasm and antagonism as self-defence | Rhaegar is a sad boy who needs a hug | Forced Proximity | Fake/Pretend Relationship | Dark Academia | Flash Back Fic | Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD | Second Change Love Maybe ?

[whateverthedragonswant]

I don't think we talk enough about how the dragons' names worked out:

Viserion

for Viserys

Rhaegal

for Rhaegar

Drogon

for Drogo

But did anyone make the connection to the D name of the Tagaryen sibling group that most of the names were pulled from?

She was the dragon.

[novaursa]

Rhaegar Targaryen Masterlist

main list

- Chains of the White Wolf - dark!Rhaegar kidnaps you and locks you away in the Tower of Joy. - mature 16+

- The Crown of Winter Roses - Rhaegar starts the Rebellion by stealing his sister, you. - mature 16+

- The Crown of Winter Roses (Continuation) - mature 16+

- The Crown of Winter Roses (Redemption) - mature 16+

- Fire and Gold - Rhaegar chooses you over her. And Ceresi never forgives you for it. - mature 16+

- Fire and Gold (the consequences) - mature 16+

- Fire and Gold (the innocent) - explicit 18+ (just to be safe)

- Fire and Gold (the spider's offer) - mature 16+

- Fire and Gold (whispers) - mature 16+

- Fire and Gold (to flip a coin) - explicit 18+ ( (just to be safe)

- Fire and Gold (coat of gold and three heads) - mature 16+

- Fire and Gold (not a soul to hear) - explicit 18+

- Dragon's Dance - Rhaegar was the only one who knew your soft heart. - mild 13+

- By Fire, By Ice - The Robert’s Rebellion is over. The Ice and Fire rule the realm. - mild 13+

[lovelykhaleesiii]

https://www.tumblr.com/lovelykhaleesiii/721866735810232320/oh-you-know-shell-get-petty-and-dance-with

THIS ASK

this ask just made me think of these two faces as they watch their wife dancing with some lord

JUST THE STARE WOULD SCARE THE LORD ISTG

I AM DYING AT WORK I NEED THEM BOTH SO FUCKING BAD IM ABOUT TO BUST A NUT-

[kaerinio]

viserys was sheltered away from just about everyone, save rhaella and aerys. this means that he didn't really spend any time with rhaenys, and he almost certainly never laid eyes upon baby aegon (due to that sheltering, as well as the rising rebellion). as a girl, dany would often ask viserys to tell her stories about the little princess rhaenys, and typically, the tales he would tell were simply that: tales. he'd relay what he had heard of her, including the horrid things aerys muttered about the girl (though, in an effort to seem like his father, he claimed the sayings as his own; daenerys always winced when he spoke that way). i say girl because rhaenys is always just that in dany's mind: a princess, yes, but a girl whose life had been stolen. when dany would play alone in the bazaars, she oft envisioned the princess who would have been her friend, grasping one hand, and the young prince, who would have clutched the other. she frequently dreamed about the princess and prince, longing for their company and kinship and friendship. now, as a young woman, there are days when she finds herself staring at the blue of the sky, envisioning two other heads by hers . . . when she looks to the dragons and wishes that she had the two people who would have, no doubt, been her dearest friends.

[elegantsplendour]

Dance of the Court (Dance of the Empire Series Part I)

Chapter 4 See You Again

Aemond Targaryen’s life was a battle, a relentless one against a seemingly inescapable destiny of becoming another insignificant Targaryen royal, riding an ordinary dragon, holding a hollow position in court, accompanied by a mediocre noble woman, doomed to be forgotten in history. Aegon, on the other hand, had everything handed to him, a fierce dragon hatched upon his birth, the prestige and recognition that came with being the firstborn son and the potential birthright to inherit the Iron Throne.

Aemond Targaryen wanted everything and was ready to steal, scheme and slaughter.

But when his mother proposed to invite the eldest daughter of Tyland Lannister to accompany him, he was caught off-guard. Was he, the second son, the spare, truly promised of the “Beauty of Casterly Rock” and an alliance with the house sitting on a mountain of gold? Promise was a stranger to the One-Eyed Prince, as he had always been a taker, just as he claimed the largest dragon in the world.

Although Aemond had never been naive enough to assume that his untimely victory on Driftmark would result in no consequences, having his eye gouged out by his nephew had been a whole another ordeal. Every detail of that fateful night was etched onto his heart: the excruciating vulnerability as he screamed with agony, the scorching hatred for his whore of a half-sister while she suggested he to be “sharply questioned” for speaking the truth, the shame and anger he harboured against himself for not having been more observant of Lucerys’ moves and not being a more skilled warrior, the unquenchable thirst for revenge devouring his soul while he had to suppress it for the sake of the situation.

Today, Aemond witnessed his repressed greed and thirst for vengeance manifesting themselves in a new form - the dark brown eyes of Katherine Lannister. It was well-hidden behind her facade of delicate and innocent beauty, but something as vile as greed could never be subdued. The way she clung to his arm when Aegon made his depraved remark was almost as if she was him - the One-Eyed Prince himself.

Aemond took a deep breath as he took off his eye-patch and closed his eye, his mind wandering to the pretty face of the young Lannister, the way her sweet voice conveyed subtle calculation and a rare conviction, the way her head held high yet still remained soft and feminine, the way her silky skin touched his, the way her golden dress showed off her curves, the way her dark eyes beaming with raw curiosity, thrill and admiration as he told her he wanted everything.

He had felt lust before, though he didn’t like to admit it. The last thing he wanted was to succumb to an abhorrent lifestyle like his wastrel brother, who bedded half, if not more, of the whores on the Silk Streets. Thank the gods his mother married Helaena to Leo Tyrell, the noble and handsome heir of Highgarden, and not Aegon.

But this was like nothing he had experienced. It was no doubt - The One-Eyed Prince desired the Exquisitely Odd Lannister, and with that, he allowed his hands and mind to wander. For the first time for as long as Aemond could remember, a part of his mind that used to be consumed thirst of vengeance was replaced by hope, because he knew, he will see her again.

The young Lannister paced in her chamber, contemplating the beginning of the start of her new life in the Red Keep.

Her chamber was wide and majestic, bathed in beige and white, filled with faint scents of orchid and included a grand balcony with a splendid view of King’s Landing. Truthfully, Katherine had expected her chamber to be decorated with the dominant Hightower green or the intimidating Targaryen scarlet, implicitly demanding her allegiance and loyalty to the Green faction of House Targaryen. She felt a sense of reassurance as the Queen Alicent must have given the instructions to decorate her chamber with a neutral and elegant palette, intending for her to feel comfortable and at ease by surrounding her an architectural style that she thought represented Katherine Lannister.

Stepping on to the balcony, she gasp at the bustling night of King’s Landing showing before her feet. Closing her eyes, Katherine took a deep breath. She was in King’s Landing, free of the vile insults, manipulations and lustful eyes of Casterly Rock, yet she knew she escaped from one prison and entered another. This one, potentially far more dangerous, but it had meant stepping foot into the centre of power, knowledge, adventures and unknown. Katherine Lannister would rather die screaming in agony as her greed for more burnt her than submitting to fate.

The Lannisters had never been her family. Not now, not before, not ever. Katherine seethed with anger as she trailed her fingers over the roses, still feeling the sting of the thorn. It was like her family, always pricking and hurting her, never showing any affection or care. Everyone at Casterly Rock looked at her with pity, saying that her usual beauty in the House of the Lion was a blessing and a curse. Fuck them all, she thought.

Tyland never looked at her the way he did with his half-siblings, Alerie Tyrell’s children, with affection and warmth. In the Lannister men’s eyes, she was a fruit of a failed marriage, of a stubborn marriage, to be used for the gains of their House. They were ready to sell her to the highest bidder, for her to become some lord’s breeding mare and trophy. Katherine could not remember how many times she had wished to spit on her father and uncles’ face when they lectured her on her duty to their house.

Fuck your duty, she had cursed secretly. The only duty I owe is to myself and my own happiness. She had never felt like she belonged in Casterly Rock, surrounded by a family that despised her. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she had always been an outsider in their world. But now, she was in King’s Landing, free from their grasp, and ready to make a name for herself.

As she licked the blood from her cut, she chuckled, mind drifting to the One-Eyed Prince. He was just like her, ambitious and unapologetic, not afraid to go after what he wanted. “And what is it that you want, Prince Aemond?” she had asked him. “Everything,” his answer calm and simple.

Katherine admired his audacity. How much strength must a man possess to speak of malicious rumours about him with such ease and eloquence? She wondered if Aemond had revealed his desires to anyone else, but the question quickly dissipated. Revealing such ambitions as the second son would’ve made him appear foolish, unwise, and presumptuous. Her lips formed a slight smile at this realization.

Aemond Targaryen’s gaze at his elder brother brought her back to the cruel taunting of her half-siblings: the fire devouring her soul while she decided to maintain her innocent facade, the sentiment of containing a flicker of flame from exploding.

As she went back into her chamber, she sank into the warm, fragrant bathwater, feeling the tension slowly melt away from her muscles. Unconsciously, her mind drifted back to the One-Eyed Prince’s beautifully slander figure, deep, resonant voice, his exquisite silver hair, his violet remaining eye gazing through her soul and the scar above his eyepatch, covering parts of himself he kept away hidden from the world, obstructive on his Valyrian ethereal features.

The Exquisitely Odd Lannister knew that they would most likely to be betrothed. She bit her lips at the thought. For some reason, she felt hopeful about the future in which they would become partners in this game, for she had never met someone who had sparked her soul as he did at first sight. For the first time in a long time, she felt hopeful, because she will see him again.

[imaginarianisms]

ngl jon being visibly indigenous & looking like eddard/lyanna & on the traditional hero's journey role even tho he very clearly doesn't want it will always be iconic. jon snow u will always be famous.

[rhaegxr]

@ladicsa said: ❛ We don't choose our destiny. It chooses us. ❜

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 sought to manipulate him, she proved to be their end. To witness the RAGE that stoked the flames of her revenge was a surprisingly satisfactory sight for the Dragon King, which is a rarity in itself. Scarcely anything satisfies or even amuses him as of late. There was seldom time even for that which unfailingly offers him SOLACE when existence itself threatens to crush him under its weight: The sound of his silver harp. He'd effortlessly restrained the red priests through the invisible force of MAGIC that suspended them in the air—Rendering them a writhing mess that clawed at their necks in a futile attempt to break the hold. Before that last breath left their lungs, with a flick of his wrist, the wretched priests were thrown at her feet. ❛ It is not me they have wronged. Their fates belong to you alone now, ❜ he'd stated.

Following that marvelous display of her fiery magic, he invited her ( Kisa, the woman claimed to be called ) to remain for as long as was necessary in Dragonstone. Although King's Landing is where the Iron Throne stands as his official seat of rule, Rhaegar prefers the dreary castle shrouded in the smoke of the Dragonmont—His power is STRONGEST there, which allows him to transport himself as needed between the island and the capital in a moment's notice... Much to the DISMAY of the Small Council that he allows to oversee day to day matters of the realms in his steed.

The privacy is also an important reason for his choice, but the mystery of just what the King delved into thanks to that isolation, fueled the rumors ( some false and others merely exaggerated ) about his DARK interests. It further instilled the fear that keeps nobles and smallfolk alike quiet and submissive. Once, he would've changed that, but he was no longer that Prince who serenaded the people in the streets. The Long Night will fall and if he is not powerful enough to end it, their fear of him will seem INSIGNIFICANT in comparison. If it is the price to pay for a better chance, then he shall pay it, for the sake of life itself. This dark power he taught himself to wield shortly after his own affinity to fire magic manifested, is nothing more than a means to seeing his purpose fulfilled.

It was time after observing his FASCINATING guest, learning from what he could assess from a distance, that Rhaegar approached. However, the inquiries that he was silently eager to voice were not spoken, lest she distances herself out of a self-preservation. For what he has discerned thus far, it was best to coax the answers in more SUBTLE ways. Amidst the overgrown wild roses between tall, dark trees found in what is known as Aegon's Garden, the conversation was steered to his ancestor—How mayhaps he believed it was his fate ( and that of his sister-wives ) to conquer the Seven Kingdoms, for his progeny to guard his legacy for the better. It was also perhaps why Targaryens still held the throne, despite the turmoil that has visited his family in the past, which almost destroyed their line entirely on more than once occasion. His own BIRTH was one of them.

❝ Destiny chose my ancestor, as it has chosen me. ❞ Rhaegar concedes with a nod, both of his hands gathered loosely behind his back as they walk side by side. Indigo gaze remained forward even as he added more to the statement in a leveled, almost DETACHED tone. ❝ But few are aware of what their destiny is. ❞ A brief glance in her direction is all he spares. ❝ Are you one of those few? ❞

[mneiai]

Where's all the fanart of Aurane Waters looking like an HOTD Velaryon???