#joffery lonmouth

[mvthr]

COUNTDOWN TO SEASON 2 ⤷ day 7 - dynamics: laenor velaryon & joffrey lonmouth

@lgbtqcreators lgbtq meme — [1/8] lgbtq+ relationships

[mejcinta]

Steve Toussaint reveals in an interview that in an deleted scene from ep 5 Corlys pulls Laenor away from Joffery's dead body and drags him to Rhaenyra at the altar to resume with the marriage vows.

[sevensinswithin]

A not so important part of my lore for the Alicent & Laenor lavender marriage au is that when Laenor realized he was gay he got really into whatever the medieval equivalent of goth is for a while and literally pulled Joffery because of this.

I'm purely establishing this in my Laenor canon because I absolutely love the idea of having Ayesha Erotica's 'Emo Boy' somewhere on their ship playlist

[thephantomcasebook]

Which duo do you think will be the power couple of team green going forward?

Alicent/Criston or Aemond/Alys

Probably Alicent/Criston like they're supposed to be in the book.

Dude, Alicent was simping for Criston hard even before he joined her side. She was fucking jealous of him and Rhaenyra ... so much so that she accused Criston of attempting to seduce Rhaenyra. Then, suggested that he be her own sworn shield.

After Rhaenyra's botched seduction, when he goes over to Alicent - literally the next morning! They make their power couple debut by full on ruining Rhaenyra and Laenor's wedding, together.

At their Wedding Tourney, Criston enters the stadium wearing Alicent's favor. Then, he proceeds to beat mutha'fuckers into the dust. He kicks Ser Harwin's ass so badly that he lost his reputation as a strong man and people started mockingly calling him "Ser Broken Bones" instead of "Breakbones" from how bad Criston beat him up. Then, he fucks up Ser Joffery Lonmouth so bad at the Championship bout that he injures him mortally.

(Actual Picture of Criston beating justice into Lonmouth's soul)

But Rhaenyra's ultimate humiliation comes in the form of Laenor making a spectacle in public about his dying lover cratered in the dust for all to see, while Ser Criston Cole snatches the crown of love and beauty from the brides own head and places it upon Alicent who is the new Queen of Love and Beauty ... on Rhaenyra's wedding day.

Then, they spend the next 20 years together, inseparable, raising four damn kids together.

'The Dance' comes down to a struggle between two warring couples.

Daemon and Rhaenyra

&

Alicent and Criston

[viedhlaejandi]

Vic, looking at joffery lonmouth getting his gay ass beat to death: skill issue.

[hknightdai]

What is with Joffery Lonmouth??

If its a good idea, I may write for him

[rv3rblog]

ok srry im gna talk abt them. oc lore + oc x canon under the cut

(mommy issues and then daddy issues in this)

first oc: xavier henderson from stranger things.

xavier is mexican-american. adopted. spanish speaker. gay and poly. he started as a self insert but lowkey isnt anymore.

(i did a lot of research in immigration in the 70s-80s for this fic btw as well as foster care)

xavier has an older brother who was around 20 when his parents got deported. his brother didn’t want to keep him around and so, he was in foster care from the ages of six to seven. he ran away after an abusive home and went to his brother only for him to turn him away.

he stole some money from him, got a bus ticket and went to hawkins, indiana where he was taken in by claudia.

he gets taken by hopper first though, into the office and when claudia goes to pick up her husband she sees this little boy and takes him.

xavier takes care of dustin in principle due to the fact that he thinks he needs to in order to belong.

he sees claudia as his mom. calls her “mami/mamá” and dotes on her. she’s a nurse and constantly works doubles bc she’s raising two boys on her own.

he’s best friends with jonathan. he’s out to jonathan, will and dustin. they don’t care. they love him as him.

(prior to act i / season i)

xavier always feels like a burden to his mom. always worried that she’s gonna kick him out. she doesn’t, she wouldn’t. she keeps him, that’s her son no matter what anyone says.

come the end of act ii (season ii) when he’s in the hospital with steve she fawns over him. when she notices that steve is all alone, she takes him in too.

xavier loves his mother. does everything in his power to lessen her burden. he cooks and cleans the house. takes care of the chores around tue house. takes care of dustin, protects him from the creatures in the dark.

xavier is a mamas boy. he lets her fawn over him. he lets her hug him and touch her. he loves his mom dearly, having lost his bio mother to the system and the laws in the 80s.

he hasn’t come out to her, scared but she knows. it doesn’t bother her but it does worry her. the world already isn’t kind to people of color and the world isn’t kind to queer people either. she’s worried for her boy who is both a men of color and queer.

his mommy issues stem in belonging with her. not wanting to disappoint her, always looking for her approval and her love. he’s scared that her love is conditional, that it isn’t as unconditional as she says it is.

i don’t know how to explain his daddy issues. he didn’t grow up with a father figure.

xavier sticks with hopper most times. it’s seen more after the events in act ii (season ii) and during intermission ii (between seasons).

hopper lets him, sees him sort of like a son. keeps the promise to claudia to look after him after the events in act i.

he doesn’t have a father. he didn’t grow up with one. any older men in his life hurt him (foster care) and he didn’t bother.

xavier doesn’t know how to communicate. he can’t articulate his emotions properly. he struggles with opening up which is what leads to issues in his relationships (romantic) and he just, cant.

he tries. that’s all that matters.

love interest: steddie (endgame is a polyamorous relationship)

moving on to my next oc: tarley velaryon a house of the dragon oc.

tarley is legally speaking, laenor velaryon’s first born son. he is his heir. history remembers his mother dying during childbirth and him being born premature.

that isn’t the truth. tarley was born to joffery lonmouth and his unnamed wife. laenor’s first wife dies and so does his babe, premature labor. joffery’s wife died in childbirth as well but, he gives his son to laenor. they would raise them together but he would have a better life under house velaryon.

tarley is said to be a bastard, for he has brown hair and brown eyes. laenor is adamant that his wife was faithful to him, that tarley is his son.

it helps, that his mother rhaenys has dark hair with whisps of silver. they use that to his advantage.

tarley grows up with rhaenyra as his mother due to laenor remarrying three months after his birth.

he gives rhaenyra a sense of accomplishment, that she could be a good mother and feels secure in having her own children. to rhaenyra, tarley is her first child.

he grows up with the velaryon boys as his brothers. jaceaerys and lucerys. he takes care of them, protects them. he helps them in their sword training even if they don’t need it.

he dotes on them. those are his brothers.

tarley never stops seeing rhaenyra his mother. he has only had one mother figure and it’s her. it isn’t until he learns he isn’t laenor’s biological son that his world view shatters.

he starts to feel unworthy of being the future lord of the tides. he feels disconnected from his brothers.

(im still debating in making him half targeryen. if whether or not his mother should be a targeryen bastard and for him to claim a dragon)

rhaneyra keeps him close. always calling him “my boy” “my sweet boy” and he lets her.

tarley loves rhaenyra. he lets her coddle him, lets her hold him. even when he’s older, he doesn’t shy away from her touch. he loves her.

tarley holds a special place in his heart for her.

after learning the truth about himself (act i part iv) he doesn’t know where he belongs. he struggles with his identity and rhaenyra sees this.

tarley also takes a role of being his brothers’ protector. he tries to distract criston’s hate from then and trains with him so they train with each other. he coddles them when they were younger.

he doesn’t have to. he doesn’t have to do anything to belong in his family but he does.

going back to tarley and rhaenyra.

with tarley helping her feel confident in being his mother, what happens to him throughout the dance hurts her. he gets taken by aemond, a war prisoner. she is grief striken from a miscarriage and losing her son lucerys, only to find out tarley was taken as well, her first son?

she loves him. she worries and she plans and she panics. she is a mother first and foremost during this war. she is as much as a mother as she is queen.

when tarley starts to distance himself from her due to an argument he had with his brother, jace, she panics. she loves all her children, she wants to keep them safe. safe.

when the dance of the dragon breaks out, tarley watches his brothers die. all of them. he loses himself in the fight to rhaenyra.

his mommy issues are more complex. like xavier, he wants to belong. his issues are more on belonging. he doesn’t feel worthy of rhaenyra seeing him as her first son. he doesn’t want to disappoint her. he wants to keep her safe. time and time again she proves that her love is unconditional towards him but he worries.

okay now, his daddy issues? insane.

after joffery lonmouth died, laenor kinda disappeared. he still took care of tarley, didn’t want to burden rhaenyra while his son was a babe but he struggled.

tarley, as he grew, stuck with rhaenyra and his brothers. watched as laenor only drank and stuck with this one knight.

laenor, barely if not didnt, help rhaenyra raise them.

that is why tarley took the mantle on keeping his brothers safe. they were his responsibility since laenor wouldn’t.

harwin was a father figure to him. he trained sometimes with the knight at nightfall when he couldn’t sleep.

harwin doted on him the same way he doted on his brothers.

harwin died and tarley felt like he lost a father.

laenor is more complex. he was around, sure but, he wasn’t at the same time. laenor, as time went buy was emotionally absent. he didn’t let tarley get close to dragons (with good reason) but he also didn’t offer an explanation.

he is drunk most times, off around kings landing and barely makes time for his sons.

tarley sometimes feels like he is connected to his father. he loves him, truthfully. he is always defending him.

when an argument breaks out between tarley and aemond about him being a bastard like his brothers he corners laenor.

laenor is drunk but tells him the truth. laenor is blunt about. he doesn’t tell him the full truth however.

tarley struggles with his identity. of course he does, he was told he was a velaryon his whole life only to turn out he wasn’t.

when laenor dies, tarley lost another father. days within one another. then, rhaenyra marries and he hates daemon.

tarley and daemon are.. so incredibly complex.

daemon tries bonding with him, he does but tarley doesn’t let him. tarley is stingy and hateful and it makes sense for a twelve year old to grow resentment.

tarley softens, throughout the years though. he notices how his brothers let him in and he decides to do the same, for their sake.

he has to lead by example.

so he lets daemon in.

his daddy issues are from his father’s negligence. emotionally absent father. his father figure dying and then gaining another father so soon. he suffers from seeing where he belongs, who he is. is he laenor? is he harwin? is he daemon? is he a mix of all three?

it doesn’t help that history remembers him as “the cruel heir to the seas” and “prince daemon’s prodigy” due to how angry he is with the war btw.

love interest: aemond targeryen

now third oc i have developed fully is: aeryon targeryen another house of the dragon oc.

aeryon is aemond’s younger twin brother. the twins are favored by their mother. they are the youngest, apart from their brother daeron who is in oldtown.

aeryon is more favored however. alicent seeing her mother in him. in how he has a darker blonde and brown eyes.

aeryon is a mamas boy through and through. he loves her.

in his eyes, she can do no wrong.

here’s what takes the cake: i have a little quote im going to add when i write more chapters that go “aeryon goes from being queen alicent’s favorite to being hated by her.”

aeryon grows up with team green. he has issues that stem from his mother’s religion and his father’s neglect.

a part of him fears becoming like his mother. he fears getting trapped in a prison of his own making. he worries for her.

he sees her a bird trapped in a cage and he wants to free her. truly does.

aeryon grows up, loved by his mother.

however when the war breaks out, he isn’t by her side. he flies to dragonstone on his dragon, begs for his half sister rhaenyra to keep his mother alive.

no one on team green knows though. they think him a traitor. alicent still defends him though, always does.

his mommy issues aren’t as deep. he grew up loved by her and he loves her. however, he is a reflection of her in certain ways. he picks up her nervous habits due to always being around her. his twin, aemond, tells him that if he was born a girl his mother and him would be identical.

he fears being caged like her. he doesn’t want to be caged but would rather be free. he is her reflection for the religious trauma, for being her son. for being favored. he struggles with being seen, being coddled, suffocated.

now his daddy issues… i am a viserys hater. i hate him so bad.

viserys sees his brother, daemon, in the twins. he calls them daemon when he gets bed riddened, more ill.

he doesn’t remember aeryon’s name. he says aeryon got daemon’s temperament, his anger and rashness. aeryon hates that.

aeryon struggles with being seen by his father. he wants his father to see him for him and not his uncle.

he stays with his father somedays after lessons, pitying him. he wants to be seen and he isn’t.

he is seen as daemon, never himself.

aeryon struggles with identity. he doesn’t feel like his own person. his twin sees him like their mother, someone fragile to protect. his mother puts pressure on him and his father doesn’t see him.

his father’s negligence is something that cuts him deep. he doesn’t know how to feel his emotions properly. it’s why he lashes out. he acts out to be seen by his father but he isn’t. he lashes out to show he isn’t delicate but it doesn’t matter. he struggles and struggles and doesn’t know how to cope.

love interest: jaceaerys velaryon and baela targeryen (end game a polyamorous relationship)

— maybe in another time i’ll talk abt my ocs and their love interests. this is all i got abt their mommy and daddy issues for now.

biting the bars of my cage bc why are all my mother son relationships so complex in my oc x canon fics oh im insane

[autistichelaena]

was rewatching the previous episodes and in episode 5 there’s literally a CRUMB! of a scene of rhaenyra and harwin dancing im—-

[bumblesimagines]

When Fire Meets Fate

Part 6

Request: Yes or No

For anyone who may get confused, the last timeskip takes place in ep 6 when everyone has now aged up

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Peering at the purple bruise covering his side, (Y/N) ran his finger over it and winced, pain shooting up his spine when he pressed into the skin. The previous night's events replayed in his head: a splendid feast, gleeful dancing, and then chaos. He knew little of Ser Joffery Lonmouth, other than his relatively close friendship with Ser Laenor. He'd heard whispers from gossiping maids about how Ser Joffery had allegedly insulted Ser Criston Cole, resulting in the knight losing his temper. Others rumored Ser Criston Cole seemingly attacked the young man for no real reason. 

"Purple isn't your color." Looking up into the mirror's reflection, he blinked at the princess. Rhaenyra grinned cheekily at him as she approached, tilting her head down to look at the bruise. She hummed softly and reached out, gently placing a cold finger over the darkened skin. Her eyes, however, slipped away from the bruise and instead inspected the bare skin presented to her. 

"How is Ser Laenor?" (Y/N) asked, releasing the crumbled-up shirt and letting it fall over his stomach, efficiently blocking her view. Rhaenyra pulled her hand away and flushed lightly, softly clearing her throat.

"He left for Driftmark this morning. They'll be burying Ser Joffery there, per Ser Laenors' request." Rhaenyra responded, fingers toying with the necklace her uncle had gifted her. "I truly can't imagine what it must feel like to lose a trusted friend so unexpectedly." Smoothing the back of her dress, Rhaenyra lowered herself onto a chair, setting her elbow on the bronze armrest and running her fingers through her hair. "What could've possibly set off Ser Criston?"

"Jealousy, perhaps." (Y/N) murmured, approaching his bed and gazing down at his coat. He reached out, dragging his finger over the green fabric and gold designs, colors that he'd been wearing for years. But after the power display his sister had done the night prior, he thought twice about wearing them with tensions so high and gossip spreading like wildfire.

"What makes you believe it is jealousy?" Rhaenyra questioned, leaning on the armrest to look at him, thin brows furrowed and causing wrinkles to form between them.

"I was told some rather interesting information last night. I suspect, if they are telling the truth, Ser Criston reacted out of intense jealousy that he directed onto the unsuspecting Ser Joffery. If you cannot harm someone, you harm those closest to them and Ser Joffery seemed awfully close to Ser Laenor." The Hightower answered, lifting the coat from the bed and cradling it in his arms for a moment. He heard the wood of the chair scrape against the ground as Rhaenyra stood up from it, turning his head to watch her approach.

"What exactly were you told?" 

"Nothing worth losing sleep over, Nyra. You and Ser Laenor have an agreement, correct? He does not care about your maidenhead being taken by another."

"(Y/N)-"

"Which reminds me," (Y/N) folded the coat into a square, breezing past the stunned princess to put it away and pick out another. "How was your night?"

Swallowing, Rhaenyra rubbed her covered forearm before speaking. "Ser Laenor was too grief-stricken to focus on anything. He promised Lord Corlys he'd be ready after the funeral." She explained as (Y/N) slipped his arms into a maroon-colored coat, adjusting its collar and buttoning the ends of the sleeves. Rhaenyra turned, her long dress whooshing around with her movements and hair slipping over her shoulders. 

"I do not love Ser Criston Cole."

"I know."

"And what happened between us-"

"I do not care, Nyra." Rhaenyra closed her mouth, a confused exhale escaping her. She walked closer to the young man, fingers coiling around each other from nerves. (Y/N) regarded her with an amused look and brought his hands to her face, cupping her cheeks. Her eyes bore into his, fingers pulling away and instead wrapping around his wrists as she searched his face.

"Why do you not care?" She asked softly.

"Because if you wanted him, you would've gone to him first." 

"I admire your confidence." Rhaenyras' confusion gave way to amusement, a soft giggle slipping past her lips. Her hands left his wrist as she took a step forward and slipped her arms around his neck. Her eyes twinkled with mischieve and she tilted her head, grinning up at him. "I believe we were rudely interrupted last night."

"Were we?"

"Mhm, we were." Rhaenyra leaned forward, brushing her nose against his. His breath fanned her face and she felt their lips brush briefly, excitement pooling in her stomach and sending a flurry of butterflies fluttering around inside her. Closing the distance, she pressed her lips against his, nails scraping against the nape of his neck. (Y/N) dropped his hands to her waist, digging his fingers into the cloth of the dress and pulling her closer. 

"You're married, Rhaenyra." (Y/N) muttered against her lips, feeling her chuckle softly and slip her hands under the coat, shoving it down his arms. 

"Only days ago, you sent me away because you didn't wish to ruin the wedding night for my husband." She breathed, placing a fleeting kiss on his lips. "But, as your future queen, I command you to ruin it."

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Another scream tore from Rhaenyras' throat and (Y/N) grimaced, sharing a glance with Ser Harwin as they stood before her bedchambers. Her pregnancy had been sudden and unexpected yet widely celebrated throughout all the lands. King Viserys had been beyond thrilled, throwing a feast and many tourneys in celebration of his future grandchild despite the fears clouding his daughter's mind. Her mother had suffered greatly, grieving many stillborn children and being betrayed by her own body and husband in the end. The prospect of dying covered in her own blood with a sliced belly sent chills down Rhaenyras' spine, no matter how many times Ser Laenor assured her he'd choose her over the babe if it came to it. 

The labors had begun early in the morning before the sun had even risen and Rhaenyras' crying and screaming had been echoing down the hall for ages. The first babe was always the worst had been Princess Rhaenys words as she entered the bedchambers with her husband in tow. The two, more so Lord Corlys, had demanded to be in the room to witness their grandchild and the future of the kingdoms being born, despite Laenors' protests that they wait elsewhere. (Y/N) didn't have the luxury of being at her side, so he stood outside with Ser Harwin, being forced to listen to Rhaenyras' cries, screams, and curses. 

"You bitch!" (Y/N) snorted softly, digging his teeth into his bottom lip as he listened to his lover scream at the midwives attempting to help her. She hadn't relented in her curses, though they were occasionally followed by a strained apology and another agonizing groan. The muffled voices of Laenor and the maesters encouraging her seeped through every few seconds, something (Y/N) wished he could do.

"She's certainly fiery." Harwin chuckled as the clicking of metal hitting the solid ground filled the hallway. Looking down the hall, the two men watched King Viserys and his wife approach with their guards at their heels. Alicents' hand rested upon her swollen belly, her own pregnancy nearing its end as well. The brunette narrowed her eyes at her brother and frowned, taking a glance at her husband.

"What are you doing here, Brother?" She questioned, straightening her shoulders and quirking a brow. "I'm sure Princess Rhaenyra-"

Lifting his hand, King Viserys stopped Alicent mid-sentence and offered her brother a tired smile. "How is she doing?" He asked, sounding rather breathless. His health had been in a steady decline the recent years but nothing would stop him from seeing his daughter and first grandchild. The piercing cry of a babe pulled their attention toward the closed doors and King Viserys quickly entered the room, followed by his wife and (Y/N). Alicent glared back at (Y/N), wordlessly motioning for him to leave the room but he ignored her.

Rhaenyra lied covered in a layer of sweat, blood, and other bodily fluids. Her hair stuck to her wet skin, her chest heaving, and hands tightly clutching the sheets. She lifted her head, exhaling deeply upon seeing (Y/N) and giving him a tired smile as her body relaxed. (Y/N) turned toward Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys, throat tightening when he took in the babe in the older man's arms. The babe had been wrapped in dark blue cloth but the mop of unmistakably brown hair had caught his eye first. Apart from the babes' cries, the room had fallen otherwise silent as those present absorbed the situation. The older princess's lips pressed into a line, eyes shifting over to the Hightower.

"A boy, Y-Your Grace." A maester offered King Viserys a meek smile and he cleared his throat, taking the bundle into his arms. Alicent tore her gaze away from the babe and turned to her brother with wide, furious eyes. (Y/N) met her gaze and inhaled through his nose, looking away from them and toward Rhaenyra as Laenor and a midwife helped her into a sitting position. 

"He's perfect." King Viserys whispered, adoringly staring down at his new grandson. The newborn quieted his cries and calmed, tiny fingers grabbing his grandfathers' thumb as soft coos left him. King Viserys smiled, completely taken by the young boy. "What is his name?"

"Perhaps, Joffery?" Laenor attempted.

"No." Lord Corlys finally spoke, eyes remaining on the newborn. "He should be given a name fit for a king." His wifes' gaze snapped toward him and her brow quirked but she remained silent. Nobody dared to make a comment about the newborns' rather obvious lack of Targaryen features, though the glances shared around the room said enough. Velaryon blood did not run through the newborn's veins.

"His name will be Jacaerys Velaryon," Rhaenyra announced and the older men nodded their approval. The name brought a wide smile to King Viserys face and he approached Rhaenyra, handing the bundle off to her and affectionately stroking the back of her head. Rhaenyra lied back on the pillows, finally looking down at her son. 

"You did well." King Viserys praised, leaning back and smiling warmly at his growing family. Lord Corlys inhaled and looked at his king, clasping his hands together behind his back and lifting his brows.

"May we speak privately, Your Grace?"

"Yes, of course." King Viserys sighed, glancing at his daughter before he followed Lord Coryls and Princess Rhaenys out of the room. Alicent lingered, teeth nipping at the skin of her lips and nails digging into the skin of her palm. She whirled around, sighing heavily as she exited the room with the midwives and maesters following to give Rhaenyra some space. 

"How furious is your father?" (Y/N) asked Laenor, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, being careful to avoid the bloody sheets. Laenor brought a hand to the back of his neck and rubbed it, shrugging his shoulders and giving him an apologetic look. 

"Not furious enough to accuse you outright." He replied and Rhaenyra hummed softly, lifting the bundle toward her face and pressing a soft kiss to Jacaerys forehead. 

"Regardless of parentage..." Rhaenyra began, looking at the two men. "Both of you are his father." She smiled fondly, gently bouncing the newborn to keep him from breaking out into sobs again. She leaned forward and winced, shakily exhaling before she offered the bundle to (Y/N). The Hightower tensed but hesitantly took the baby from her, pressing the bundle to his chest. Jacaerys opened his eyes and (Y/N) half-expected him to break out into sobs but the baby instead stuck his fingers in his mouth and stared up at him curiously. Big brown eyes. Just like Alicent and their mother. Their father would surely curse him when news reached Oldtown. Another reason for his family to distance themselves from him. 

"He's a Velaryon and a Targaryen, even if he has Hightower blood. My family would never accept him as one of their own." (Y/N) murmured, watching Jacaerys eyes flutter shut, tiny chest rising and falling steadily. A stain on the family, even with royal blood. A bastard the religious Hightowers would despise. 

"Come now, little one." Laenor smiled and took the baby into his arms, cooing softly. (Y/N) stood up, looking back at Rhaenyra. The princess had already fallen asleep despite her uncomfortable condition. She deserved a warm bath and clean clothes.

"I'll fetch a maid to clean the sheets and get Nyra dressed in something that isn't covered in so much fluid." (Y/N) glanced at his son one last time, running his finger over the hair on his head. Turning, he walked toward the doors and opened them, pausing when he noticed a servant about to knock. 

"Queen Alicent requests your presence in her room, Lord (Y/N)." The servant announced, straightening up.

"Could you fetch some maids for the Princess? She's in need of some care." (Y/N) watched the servant nod and bow his head before he headed off down the hall to fulfill his request. Harwin pushed himself off the wall and tilted his head, arms crossing as he took in the lord.

"How's the babe? Lord Corlys appeared rather-"

"He doesn't look Targaryen." (Y/N) interrupted Harwin quietly. The knight took a moment to soak in his words, eyes slowly widening and stance going rigid. His jaw went slack and he leaned forward in shock. "He looks like a Hightower and the Velaryons know it." 

"But-"

"We'll speak later. If I don't show, Alicent will come looking for me herself." Harwin swallowed and nodded, looking back toward the closed doors. (Y/N) turned and headed down the hall, the surprise of it all beginning to chip away. A healthy boy with Hightower features. A boy who would eventually be called King Jacaerys. His son. (Y/N) marched on despite a wave of lightheadedness washing over him as the realization settled. He had a son. A son he couldn't parent for the sake of keeping the peace between the families. 

"Your Grace." (Y/N) called as he entered his sisters' bedchambers and Alicent ripped herself away from the window, dismissing her servants with a steely look and wave of her hand. The maids quickly left the room, sparing glances at each other and whispering. When the sound of the door closing echoed in the room, she addressed her brother with a seething glare.

"A bastard, (Y/N). You've sired a bastard with a princess."

"I assume you've already sent word to Father?"

"Of course!" Alicent hissed, walking forward, only stopping to place a hand on her belly. She winced and grasped the top of a chair, carefully lowering down and taking a seat. She inhaled deeply and brushed away brown strands from her face. "This isn't how I envisioned you becoming a father. That child is pure Hightower. He should've been Velaryon."

"Laenor is his father, Alicent. He has his name and will use it until he sits the throne as a Targaryen."

"You and I both know Laenor had no part in his creation. He has the same hair and eyes as our brothers. Even if the Velaryons accept him and claim he is a pure Velaryon, he is yours and soon everyone in court will know it unless..." Alicent trailed off, lips parting as she sank deep into thought. "Unless he is believed to have been sired by someone else."

"Alicent-"

"Ser Harwin Strong." Alicent breathed, head snapping up. "He and Rhaenyra have gotten close over the years. The boy could pass off as his."

"He is my friend." (Y/N) sneered.

"And if anyone questions who the father of that boy is, he will take the fall for your mistake. His father is the trusted Hand to the King, he will be fine. You are my brother, (Y/N). You told me you spent your life protecting me, now it is my turn to protect you."

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"Have you heard anything about the Princess?" (Y/N) asked the servant hurrying past him. The maid parted her lips but nothing came out, gaze drifting past him and down the stairs. The Hightower turned, a soft scoff of disbelief leaving him as he watched his lover struggle up the stairs with a new red bundle in her arms. Laenor held her arm, keeping her upright and quietly speaking to her.

"Rhaenyra!" He scolded, heading down the stairs and meeting them in the middle. Laenor gave him an exasperated look, showing his innocence in the princess's determination to walk up a flight of stairs after just having given birth. Targaryens were notably stubborn individuals and Rhaenyra proved it every day.

Rhaenyra released a shaky breath, blowing a strand of silver hair out of her face. "You can blame your sister for this." She winced, holding the bundle with trembling hands. "She ordered he be brought to her immediately."

"He?"

"Another boy," Laenor confirmed with a wide smile. One would mistake it for pride but in truth, it was happiness for his dearest friends, even if the boys saw him as their father instead of (Y/N). "I suppose it's true what they say about Hightowers only having boys." His voice dropped to a playful whisper and (Y/N) chuckled, taking Rhaenyras' other side and gently taking her arm. 

"A curse, truly." He replied softly, gazing upon his third son. Jace and Lucerys, or Luke for short, would be thrilled with the news of a new brother. Corlys hadn't been in the room during Luke's birth but he'd been first to enter, perhaps searching for a crown of silver but he'd only been greeted by wavy hair similar to Alicents'. It seemed he'd given up hope with their newest child as he'd kept to Driftmark. Both boys had been raised with Laenor as their sole father and a mixture of rumors of who had actually sired them. Alicents' rumors of Ser Harwin being the father had many believers, including (Y/N)s' own nephews and niece. But there were those who believed the boys to be Hightowers. the Velaryons amongst those believers. The only one who refused to entertain the rumors had been the boy's own grandfather, King Viserys. 

"I can speak with her-"

"You and Alicent only ever argue." Rhaenyra breathed, wincing again and groaning softly. "And we've gone too far to turn around now." She added, stopping briefly to catch her breath. Laenor sighed heavily and reached down, bunching up some of her dress and lifting it slightly so she'd be able to walk better. Rhaenyra gulped down some air and pushed forward, climbing up the last set of stairs and heaving in relief when they reached the top. They continued down the hall, stopping before Ser Criston Cole. He bowed his head and pushed open the door to Alicents' room, watching them enter. Alicent stood by her window as a maid worked on her dress. Maids walked about the room, cleaning and putting away things. The maid at his sister's feet stood and curtsied, pulling Alicents' attention away from the window and toward the three.

"Rhaenyra," She breathed, eyes wide. "You should be resting after your labors."

"I have no doubt you would prefer that, Your Grace," Rhaenyra responded, wobbling slightly. Alicent took notice, eyeing her exhausted figure and sighing softly.

"You must sit. Teyla fetch a cushion for the Princess." 

"There's no need."

"Nonsense." Alicent brushed her off, nodding to Teyla as the redhead placed a cushion down for Rhaenyra to sit on. Despite her previous protest, Rhaenyra gladly took a seat, shoulders lowering in relief. Alicent stepped off the stool and approached them, attempting to get a peek at the child in her arms. 

"What happy news this morning." King Viserys called as he entered, hair disheveled and pace slow. (Y/N) bowed his head and moved to stand behind the seat, looking down at Rhaenyra and the babe. Laenor smiled at the King and nodded, gingerly picking up the newborn when King Viserys asked for him. Taking his newest grandson into his arms, he smiled widely.

"A fine prince." He whispered, love and adoration written all over his features. His glee even brought a small smile to Alicents' face. "You will make a fearsome knight. Yes, you will." King Viserys cooed, chuckling softly when the baby made noises in turn.

"Does the babe have a name yet?" Alicent inquired, turning back to Rhaenyra and Laenor.

"Oh, we haven't-"

"Joffrey." Laenor interrupted. Rhaenyra blinked at him, pressing her lips together and furrowing her brows. "He will be called Joffrey."

"An unusual name for a Velaryon," Alicent muttered, looking at her brother with a disapproving frown. (Y/N) pursed his lips and looked away from her, head shaking slightly. 

"I do believe he has his father's nose." King Viserys smiled and Laenor forced an awkward chuckle, nodding in agreement. (Y/N) bit the inside of his cheek and reached down to graze his fingers against Rhaenyras' shoulder. The princess hummed in contentment, eyes closing for a brief moment. She almost nodded off, only opening her eyes when Joffrey cooed.

Clearing his throat, Laenor looked at her father. "If you don't mind, Your Grace, your daughter has exerted herself heroically and should rest."

"Of course." King Viserys nodded, allowing Alicent to step in and take a closer look at the child. She smiled sweetly, taking Joffrey into her arms and walking toward the door. Rhaenyra nervously watched her, rising from the baby blue couch as King Viserys took her hand. (Y/N) parted from her side to approach his sister and son, watching her hand him off to Laenor. He knew his sister would never hurt a babe, much less one she knew was her nephew. Alicent didn't have that type of hatred within her. But (Y/N) couldn't help the uneasiness that swelled in his chest.

"Do keep trying, Ser Laenor. Soon or late, you may get one that looks like you." Alicent whispered, offering him a smile before she stepped away and walked toward her husband. Rhaenyra joined them, walking awkwardly as she exited the room, keeping a hand pressed to her belly. 

"You don't think to consult me before you name my child?" Rhaenyra questioned. 

"He's our child, is he not?" Laenor frowned, gently bouncing the baby in his arms when he fussed. Rhaenyra glanced at him, pure exhaustion on her face.

"Only one of us is bleeding."

"Joffery is a fine name, Nyra." (Y/N) muttered, raising his brows at her when she looked at him in disbelief. "Certainly not a name I'd choose but a fine name nevertheless." Pursing her lips, Rhaenyra stared at him a moment longer before looking away, letting the topic go with her lover's input in mind. Laenor gave his friend a thankful look and the three made their way to the boys' room. Rhaenyra entered first, greeting her sons with a wide smile. The boys stood up and detached themselves from Harwin's side, excitedly showing their mother the egg they picked for their new sibling. (Y/N) chuckled, running his fingers through Luke's dark hair as Harwin helped Rhaenyra sit. 

"A good choice." (Y/N) praised his boys and they smiled widely, looking back down at the egg.

"Not every day an egg leaves the Dragonpit. I thought it best to escort the lads." Harwin explained, studying the boys. (Y/N) moved away from them, approaching Harwin and giving him a small smile. Harwin returned it, lifting his hand to touch his chin and stroking it with his thumb. 

"Another boy, I heard?" (Y/N) nodded, resting a hand on Harwins' side and giving it an affectionate squeeze before he faced Laenor. The Velaryon bounced the little one, cooing softly as he stepped closer to (Y/N), carefully passing him off so (Y/N) could hold him. (Y/N) hummed softly, feeling Harwin loom over him to look down at the prince. Joffrey slept soundly, even as his brothers attempted to get a look at him before Laenor pulled them away and out the door.

"Laenor named him Joffrey." (Y/N) told Harwin, feeling the knight slip his strong arms under the bundle and take him. (Y/N) smiled softly at Harwins' tenderness and took a seat beside Rhaenyra, letting the princess melt against his side and rest her head against his chest.

"Asleep in front of the Commander of the City Watch." Harwin tsked playfully, staring down at the boy. "Terrible lack of respect." 

"I'm afraid he gets it from us," Rhaenyra muttered tiredly, eyes threatening to close. (Y/N) slithered his arm around her shoulders and gently played with her tousled hair, slowly lulling the princess to sleep. Her breathing slowed, soft snores eventually escaping her as she fell limp against him. (Y/N) chuckled softly, looking back at Harwin.

"Terrible lack of respect." He repeated playfully and Harwin shook his head, continuing to gently bounce Joffrey in his arms. They remained in blissful silence for a little while longer until (Y/N) stood, slipping his arms under Rhaenyras' knees and scooping her up into his arms. He brought her to the bed, laying her down and pulling a blanket over her shoulders. Pecking her temple, he rubbed her shoulder and stepped away to approach Harwin and Joffery. 

"I'll fetch a wet nurse soon since it seems the Princess is rather occupied," Harwin said, glancing up at the sleeping Targaryen with a small smirk. (Y/N) nodded, reaching up to stroke the head of his youngest son.

"Jace and Luke will be riders soon. I have no doubts this little one will become one as well." (Y/N) muttered, turning his head to look at the pot holding the dragon egg. "It worries me."

"They're Targaryens, (Y/N). It's in their nature to ride dragons." Harwin reminded softly, taking Joffrey to his crib and setting him down, allowing the baby to rest properly. (Y/N) sighed, rubbing the side of his neck and nodding but his words did little to ease his anxieties. He hadn't expected fatherhood to be sprung on him so suddenly and now, he had sired three boys who were destined to take to the skies on dragons.

Noticing the look on his face, Harwin gave a small smile and approached him, gently taking his face into his hands. "They've got the blood of kings in their veins. They were made to ride dragons and conquer kingdoms. Your boys will be knights, leaders, and kings. Just like their ancestors."

[margoshansons]

Criston, a man of color: murders Joffery Lonmouth, a white man who taunted him about his stained honor, in a moment of uncontrolled rage

The Fandom: OMG WHAT A BITCH! INCEL! HE KILLED A GAY MAN HE DESERVES TO DIE

Daemon, a white man: murders Vaemond Velaryon, a black man who was the uncle to his first wife technically his kin, for speaking the truth about his bastard children and defending his family’s claim to Driftmark which Rhaenyra is not entitled to

The Fandom: OMG YES KING! SLAY THAT BITCH! #MALEWIFE! WHAT A REAL MAN

[evebestt]

Personally I headcanon Joffery Lonmouth as having darker skin and as having came to Driftmark young and becoming fast friends with Laenor. And those two headcanons came from an amusing picture of mama!Rhaenys taking young Joffery under her wing and him becoming one of her hatchlings. And so it becomes a common sight for Rhaenys to have Joffery, Laenor and Laena all trailing after her. And Joffery's skin is just dark enough for him to pass as Rhaenys and Corlys's child. And so people just start to think of Joffery as their kid. Like even Viserys and Daemon think that Joffery is Rhaenys's kid at some point. Because she's just so motherly with him, the entire court is convinced that he is their kid. And Rhaenys finds out and is really confused when someone goes 'your missing a child princess!' She's like '?'. And their like, 'you know Joffery'. And then she has a 'oh my god, did I just adopt a kid?'. This was born because I like found families and fluffy headcanons which isn't really compatible with a show like HOTD, but oh well. I just want everyone to be happy.

Anon I love your mind so much, YES

I love the idea of Rhaenys being that mom who mothers any child that comes under her roof. Joffrey? A growing boy always needs food. Any of Laena’s friends from Spicetown? She’ll always braid their hair if they ask. The scullery maid’s little boy, clutching her skirts and asking to be held? She’ll gladly lift him up and carry him dozing on her shoulder as she goes about her duties.

And so YES, when Joffrey starts coming around more of course she take him under her wing — they certainly have the money and space to feed and sleep another child, and after awhile she gets so used to her brood consisting of three instead of two that she barely notices anymore.

The court rumors consist of everyone trying to remember when she was pregnant for a third time. Joffrey can’t be more than a couple years apart from Laenor, were he and Laena twins? But certainly only one babe was born then. Some swear that he must be a Velaryon bastard of kinds, but these things aren’t polite to talk about, so yes of course Princess Rhaenys has two sons! Even Viserys and Daemon are starting to think so… 😂

Meanwhile Rhaenys is like… I don’t have two sons… wait do I? Did I adopt Joffrey on accident?

Also, her HATCHLINGS 😭😭😭 I’m calling them that from now on. Her baby dragons, her little ones, her clutch 🥺

[cloudmancy]

watched house of the dragon. I have a lot of thoughts as someone who read all the asoiaf books and fire and blood when I was 16 but all I will say for now is that criston cole is, like, keradin if alicent were belizabeth. in her post citrina cringe era. for girls whose joffery lonmouth is wWERU234HRHERE [I am jabbed with a live cattle prod]

[callsign-blue]

Ser Harwin Strong beating the shit out of Ser Criston Cole was how he ,Ser Criston Cole , beat the literal life out of Joffery Lonmouth.