#luke to the targ family: I’m leaving this family

[novaursa]

To Win a Princess (son's choice)

- Summary: Once you come of age, the realm seeks to curry the King's favor once more by seeking a hand of his younger daughter. You. 

- Paring: targ!reader/Tyland Lannister

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: the war

- Next part: fire and gold

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

Loren stood beside his dragon, Valtyr. The green-and-gold beast shifted restlessly, his massive wings folding and unfurling as if sensing the tension in the air. Loren moved with purpose, fastening the straps of his riding gear and checking the saddle’s bindings. Beside him, Rhaelle watched, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her expression a mix of worry and frustration.

“This is madness, Loren,” she said, her voice sharp with emotion. “Mother and Father didn’t agree to this. You can’t just leave without their blessing.”

Loren glanced at her, his golden hair catching the light as he paused in his preparations. “I don’t need their blessing, Rhaelle. This is something I have to do.”

“You’re being stubborn,” she shot back, her violet eyes flashing. “You think flying off to war will make you a hero? What about us? What about Mother?”

Loren hesitated, his jaw tightening. “I’m not trying to be a hero, Rhaelle. I’m doing what’s right. Luke is dead. Aemond needs to be stopped, and I won’t sit here while others fight for our family.”

Rhaelle stepped closer, her voice lowering as her anger gave way to desperation. “And what happens if you don’t come back? What happens to us then?”

Before Loren could respond, the sound of hurried footsteps drew their attention. Turning, they saw their parents approaching, their expressions sharp contrasts of emotion. Tyland’s face was calm but somber, his green eyes heavy with understanding. Y/N, however, was a storm of anger and fear, her lips pressed into a thin line as her gaze locked onto Loren.

“What is this?” you demanded, your voice tight with controlled fury. “What are you doing, Loren?”

Loren straightened, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “I’m readying to leave, Mother. I’m going with Prince Daemon and Uncle Jason to Harrenhal.”

“You will do no such thing,” you snapped, stepping closer. “You’re barely a man, Loren. This isn’t your fight.”

“It is my fight,” he insisted, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands. “This is our family’s fight. I can’t sit idly by while others risk their lives for us.”

Tyland stepped forward, placing a hand on your arm as he spoke softly. “Y/N, let him speak.”

You turned to your husband, your eyes flashing with anger. “You’re going to allow this? You’re going to let our son march into war?”

Tyland’s expression was pained, but his voice was steady. “It’s not about allowing it. Loren has made his choice. He’s not a child anymore.”

You shook your head, your voice trembling with emotion. “He’s our child, Tyland. He’s our son.”

Loren stepped forward, his gaze imploring. “Mother, I love you, but this is something I have to do. For our family. For Luke. For Rhaenyra.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, your resolve faltered. But the anger and fear burning in your chest were too strong to ignore. “You don’t understand what you’re asking for, Loren. War isn’t just glory and honor. It’s blood and death and heartbreak. I won’t lose you.”

Tyland’s hand tightened on your arm as he stepped closer, his voice low and filled with quiet authority. “Y/N, please. Let him go. This is his choice, and he’s made it.”

You stared at your husband, your heart breaking as the weight of his words settled over you. Finally, you shook your head, turning away from them both. “Do what you will,” you said, your voice cracking. “But don’t expect me to stand here and watch you send our son to his death.”

With that, you walked away, your steps quick and unsteady as you disappeared into the castle.

The courtyard fell silent for a moment, the animosity lingering like a storm cloud. Loren turned to his father, his expression conflicted. “I didn’t mean to upset her,” he said quietly. “I just… I need to do this.”

Tyland placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, his grip firm but gentle. “I know, Loren. And so will she, in time. Your mother loves fiercely, and that love makes her afraid. But she’ll come to understand why you had to go.”

Loren nodded, though his gaze remained troubled. “Do you think she’ll forgive me?”

Tyland’s lips twitched into a faint, sad smile. “There’s nothing to forgive. But you’ll have to prove to her that this choice was worth the cost.”

Loren straightened, his resolve hardening. “I will.”

Tyland stepped back, his voice firm as he gestured toward Valtyr. “Then go. Daemon and Jason won’t wait forever. And Loren—remember who you are. You’re a Lannister and a Targaryen. Make your family proud.”

Loren nodded, his golden eyes shining with determination as he turned to his dragon. With practiced ease, he climbed onto Valtyr’s back, securing himself in the saddle. The dragon let out a low rumble, his wings unfurling as it prepared to take flight.

As Loren took to the skies, Tyland watched him go, his expression a mixture of pride and sorrow. “Seven save us,” he murmured under his breath, turning back toward the keep to face the storm that awaited him inside.

The sound of your footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor as you retreated from the courtyard, your chest tight with a mixture of anger and fear. The cool stone walls of Casterly Rock offered no solace as your mind raced, the image of Loren preparing to leave etched in your thoughts. You reached your chambers, slamming the door shut behind you, and leaned against it, your breathing shallow.

Moments later, the door creaked open again. Tyland stepped inside, closing it gently behind him. His presence filled the room with a steady calm that only deepened your turmoil.

“Y/N,” he began softly, his voice cautious. “We need to talk.”

You turned away from him, pacing toward the window as your emotions threatened to overwhelm you. “There’s nothing to talk about, Tyland. You’ve already made your decision.”

He let out a sigh, moving closer but keeping his distance. “I didn’t make this decision alone. Loren made it for himself.”

You spun to face him, your eyes blazing. “He’s a boy, Tyland! Our first boy! And you’re letting him go to war, to risk his life—how could you?”

Tyland’s jaw tightened, though his voice remained calm. “Because if I didn’t, he’d resent us both for the rest of his life. Loren isn’t a child anymore. He’s a young man who wants to stand for something. Who are we to take that from him?”

You shook your head, tears brimming in your eyes. “We’re his parents. It’s our duty to protect him, to keep him safe.”

“And that’s what I’m doing,” Tyland said firmly, stepping closer. “Protecting him doesn’t mean chaining him here. It means letting him make his choices, even if they terrify us. Loren has fire in him, Y/N. If we stifle that, we lose him anyway.”

You turned back to the window, your hands gripping the ledge as your shoulders trembled. “You don’t understand,” you whispered. “I’ve already lost so much for this war. I can’t bear to lose him too.”

Tyland moved to your side, his hand resting gently on your back. “I do understand,” he said quietly. “Every part of me wants to keep him here, to shield him from all of this. But that’s not who Loren is. He needs to do this—for himself, for his family. And we need to trust him.”

You closed your eyes, the weight of his words pressing down on you. “And what if he doesn’t come back?” you asked, your voice breaking. “What if we lose him, Tyland?”

He was silent for a moment, his own pain evident in his expression as he turned you to face him. “Then we’ll grieve together. But if we kept him here, knowing what he feels he must do, we’d lose him anyway. He’d hate us for it.”

You stared at him, tears spilling over as the fight drained out of you. “I don’t know if I can do this, Tyland. I don’t know if I can let him go.”

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as his own composure threatened to crack. “You’re stronger than you think, Y/N. And Loren is too. He’ll come back. He has to.”

You buried your face against his chest, your tears soaking into his tunic as the storm within you raged on. Tyland stroked your hair, his voice a soothing murmur as he whispered reassurances you desperately wanted to believe.

After a long moment, you pulled back slightly, your gaze searching his. “Promise me,” you said, your voice trembling. “Promise me we’ll do everything we can to bring him home.”

Tyland cupped your face, his eyes steady as he nodded. “I promise. Whatever it takes, we’ll bring him home.”

The two of you stood there in the quiet of your chambers, the weight of your fears and love for your son binding you together. 

The march toward Harrenhal began under gray skies, the clouds heavy with the promise of rain. The Lannister army stretched along the rolling hills, banners of crimson and gold snapping in the wind, their lion sigils vibrant even in the muted light. At the head of the column, Prince Daemon Targaryen rode on horseback, his dark armor gleaming faintly. Above him, Caraxes flew in wide circles, his wings casting long shadows over the army below. Beside Daemon rode Jason Lannister, resplendent in gilded armor, and to his other side, Loren, astride a sleek destrier with his dragon Valtyr flying nearby, circling protectively.

The sound of marching boots and the clatter of weapons created a steady rhythm, a grim reminder of the purpose that drove them forward. Soldiers whispered as they marched, their voices filled with awe and unease at the sight of dragons overhead.

Loren adjusted his grip on the reins, his heart pounding as he glanced toward Jason. “Uncle,” he began, his voice steady despite the nerves he tried to suppress, “what do you think we’ll find when we reach Harrenhal?”

Jason gave him a sidelong glance, his expression guarded. “Ruins and shadows, most likely. Harrenhal is a cursed place, Loren. But it’s also a stronghold, and that’s what we need.”

Daemon, riding slightly ahead, turned his head back, his sharp violet eyes gleaming with amusement. “Don’t let the tales frighten you, boy. Harrenhal is only cursed for those who lack the stomach to claim it.”

Loren straightened in his saddle, refusing to show weakness. “I’m not afraid, my prince.”

Daemon smirked, his gaze flicking to Jason. “He’s braver than you were at his age, Lannister. Perhaps we’ll make a warrior out of him yet.”

Jason’s lips twitched into a faint scowl. “If he lives long enough to become one. You’re not to use him as cannon fodder, Targaryen.”

Daemon chuckled, turning his gaze back to the horizon. “The boy has a dragon, Jason. He’s more than cannon fodder.”

As they continued to march, Loren’s attention shifted to Valtyr, who swooped low over the army, his green-and-gold scales gleaming in the dim light. The dragon let out a deep, rumbling roar, causing the soldiers below to murmur nervously.

“They’re not used to dragons,” Loren said, glancing at his uncle. “I don’t think they trust them.”

“They’ll learn,” Jason replied gruffly. “Fear can be a powerful ally if wielded correctly.”

“And a dangerous enemy if mishandled,” Daemon added, his tone sharp. “Remember that, boy. A dragon is as much a weapon as it is a companion. Use it wisely.”

Loren nodded, his grip tightening on the reins. “I’ll remember.”

The day wore on, the army pressing forward despite the growing chill in the air. By late afternoon, the distant silhouette of Harrenhal appeared on the horizon, its jagged towers rising like broken teeth against the gray sky. The sight sent a shiver down Loren’s spine, but he forced himself to sit taller in the saddle.

Jason let out a low whistle, his expression grim. “There it is. The seat of ghosts and ashes.”

Daemon’s smirk returned, his gaze fixed on the ruins with something like satisfaction. “And soon, the seat of our forces. Harrenhal will serve its purpose, Jason. Curses or no.”

As they approached, the army slowed, the soldiers’ chatter growing quieter as the enormity of the task ahead settled over them. Loren felt the weight of their eyes on him—some curious, others doubtful. He was young, yes, but he was here. And he intended to prove himself.

Daemon dismounted his horse, his boots hitting the ground with purpose as Caraxes flew low, the dragon’s long neck arcing toward the ruins as if surveying its prey. Jason followed suit, and after a moment, so did Loren, his hand brushing the hilt of his sword as he stepped onto the rocky terrain.

“Stay close,” Jason instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. “This is no place for foolishness.”

Loren met his uncle’s gaze, his chin lifting slightly. “I understand.”

Daemon approached the boy, his smirk replaced by a more measured expression. “Good. Then show us that your blood isn’t just gold, but fire as well.”

The three of them stood together at the forefront of the army, the looming towers of Harrenhal casting long shadows over them. The soldiers murmured behind, their unease visible. But for Loren, the moment felt electric—a chance to prove himself, to stand alongside his family, and to carve his place in a war that would shape the future of the realm.

Harrenhal stood silent under a heavy gray sky, its broken towers and sprawling ruins casting long shadows over the camp. Smoke from the soldiers’ fires curled into the air, mingling with the faint scent of damp earth. The capture had been almost anticlimactic; Simon Strong had offered no resistance, opening the gates to Daemon and his forces without a single arrow loosed. For the soldiers, it was a relief. For the commanders, it was a quiet victory. For Loren, it was his first taste of conquest.

The young Lannister stood near the edge of the courtyard, the chill of the wind biting at his skin despite his heavy cloak. Valtyr rested nearby, the dragon’s scales glinting faintly in the fading light as he dozed. Loren’s gaze drifted to the distant figure of Prince Daemon Targaryen, who stood alone near the crumbled remains of a tower, staring out at the horizon.

Summoning his courage, Loren made his way toward the prince. Daemon didn’t turn as the boy approached, his hands clasped behind his back and his silver hair stirring in the breeze.

“Prince Daemon,” Loren called softly, stopping a respectful distance away.

Daemon glanced over his shoulder, his sharp violet eyes narrowing slightly before his lips curved into a faint smirk. “Ah, the young lion,” he said, his tone light but edged with curiosity. “What brings you here, boy? Have you grown bored of watching dragons nap?”

Loren straightened, his chin lifting slightly. “I wanted to speak with you.”

Daemon turned fully, one eyebrow arching. “Bold of you. Few seek me out for conversation.”

Loren hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with how to phrase his question. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady. “You’re fond of my mother.”

The smirk on Daemon’s face didn’t fade, but his gaze sharpened, assessing the boy with newfound interest. “Am I now?” he drawled, stepping closer. “And what makes you say that?”

Loren met his gaze, unflinching. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. The way you speak about her. It’s different from how you are with others.”

Daemon’s smirk faded slightly, replaced by a more thoughtful expression. He studied Loren for a moment, his hands falling to his sides. “Your mother is… unique,” he said finally, his tone quieter. “She has a fire to her that’s rare, even among Targaryens. A strength that commands respect.”

Loren tilted his head, his brows furrowing slightly. “Did you ever… care for her? Before she married my father?”

Daemon chuckled softly, though there was little humor in the sound. “You’re more perceptive than I gave you credit for. Yes, I cared for her. I still do.”

The admission hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken truths. Loren’s expression tightened, but he didn’t look away. “Why didn’t she choose you?”

Daemon’s smirk returned, though it was tinged with bitterness. “Your mother is a wise woman. Wiser than I am, certainly. She saw something in Tyland that I couldn’t offer her.”

Loren hesitated before asking, “And now? Do you still… wish she had chosen you?”

Daemon’s gaze darkened, but his voice remained calm. “Wishes are for children, boy. Your mother made her choice, and she stands by it. I respect that. But I’ll always care for her, in my own way.”

Loren frowned, his tone softening. “Does my father know?”

Daemon’s smirk widened, a flicker of mischief returning to his eyes. “Oh, he knows. Your father isn’t a fool. But he also knows that I’d never harm her—or you, for that matter.”

The boy studied him for a moment longer, his expression conflicted. Finally, he nodded. “She’s happy with him, you know.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Daemon replied, his tone sincere. “Tyland may not be a warrior, but he’s loyal. And that’s worth more than all the swords and dragons in the world.”

Loren glanced back at Valtyr, who stirred slightly before settling again. “Do you think we’ll win this war?”

Daemon followed his gaze, his expression hardening. “We have to. Not just for Rhaenyra, but for the realm. Men like Otto Hightower thrive on fear and control. If we let them win, there won’t be a realm worth ruling.”

The young Lannister nodded slowly, his resolve strengthening. “I’ll do my part.”

Daemon clapped a hand on Loren’s shoulder, his grip firm but not unkind. “Good. You’ve got the fire of a Targaryen and the pride of a Lannister. Use both wisely, and you’ll go far.”

As Daemon turned back toward the ruins, Loren watched him for a moment longer, his thoughts a mixture of admiration and unease. The prince’s words lingered in his mind, the weight of them heavy on his young shoulders. For all his bravado and cunning, Daemon Targaryen was a man burdened by choices, regrets, and a loyalty that ran deeper than blood.

The camp at Harrenhal was unusually quiet that evening. Fires crackled in scattered clusters, their light casting dark specters against the broken stone walls. Loren sat on a low bench near one of the larger tents, his eyes fixed on the flames. Across from him sat Jason Lannister, sipping from a finely crafted goblet of wine that seemed out of place amid the grim surroundings.

Jason watched his nephew in silence for a moment before speaking. “You’ve got that look again, Loren. Too much in your head.”

Loren glanced up, his golden hair catching the firelight. “Just thinking.”

Jason smirked, raising his goblet in a mock toast. “Dangerous pastime. What’s troubling you? The war? Or is it Daemon?”

Loren hesitated, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “It’s about my parents. There’s… more to them than I understand.”

Jason chuckled softly, setting his goblet down. “That’s an understatement. Your mother and father are fascinating creatures, Loren. And I say that as someone who’s known Tyland since we shared a cradle.”

“What were they like before they married?” Loren asked, his tone curious but cautious. “I’ve heard rumors, but I want to know the truth.”

Jason leaned back, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Ah, the truth. That’s a slippery thing, especially when it comes to your parents. But I’ll tell you what I know—or at least what I’ve pieced together.”

He paused, swirling the wine in his goblet. “Your father wasn’t always the ambitious, calculating man you see today. He was quieter back then, always thinking, always planning. But he wasn’t without charm. He had a knack for seeing things others missed, including your mother.”

“And my mother?” Loren pressed, leaning in slightly.

Jason’s expression softened, his smirk fading. “Your mother, Y/N, was a force of nature. Fierce, intelligent, stubborn as a mule. She could silence a room with a glance or win it over with a smile. Everyone wanted her attention, including Daemon Targaryen.”

Loren stiffened at the mention of Daemon, his hands clenching into fists. “Daemon again?”

Jason nodded, his gaze steady. “Oh, yes. He was smitten with her. And she… well, she didn’t make it easy for him. Their relationship was complicated, to say the least.”

“What really happened between them?” Loren asked, his voice low.

Jason sighed, taking another sip of wine before continuing. “Daemon wanted her—badly. He pursued her openly, boldly, as is his way. But your mother isn’t the type to be swayed by grand gestures or fiery declarations. She wanted something deeper, something steadier. And that’s where Tyland came in.”

Loren frowned, his mind racing. “So she chose my father over Daemon?”

“She did,” Jason said simply. “Daemon didn’t take it well, of course. But your father… he proved himself in ways Daemon couldn’t. He offered her stability, loyalty. And she saw something in him that others overlooked.”

Loren was silent for a moment, digesting the information. “Daemon said he still cares for her.”

Jason’s smirk returned, though it was tinged with caution. “Daemon Targaryen doesn’t forget easily, and he doesn’t let go. But your mother’s loyalty to your father is unshakable. You’d do well to remember that.”

Before Loren could respond, a shadow fell over them. Both men looked up to see Daemon himself standing nearby, his violet eyes sharp and his expression grim.

“Sorry to interrupt your family bonding,” Daemon drawled, his tone laced with sarcasm. “But we have more pressing matters.”

Jason rose to his feet, his demeanor shifting to one of authority. “What is it?”

“Unrest in the Riverlands,” Daemon said curtly, stepping closer. “Scouts report scattered uprisings—loyalists to Aegon stirring trouble among the smaller houses. If we don’t deal with it quickly, it could spread.”

Loren stood as well, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his sword. “What’s the plan?”

Daemon glanced at him, his smirk returning faintly. “Eager, aren’t you? Good. You’ll ride with us tomorrow. We’ll show these loyalists what it means to defy their queen.”

Jason frowned, his gaze flicking between Daemon and Loren. “Are we sure about involving the boy in this? He’s untested.”

Daemon’s smirk widened. “There’s only one way to test him, Jason. And besides, he has a dragon. That’s more than most can say.”

Jason muttered something under his breath, but he didn’t argue further. Loren met Daemon’s gaze, his jaw set with determination. “I’m ready.”

“We’ll see,” Daemon said, his tone almost teasing. “Get some rest, boy. Tomorrow, we ride.”

As Daemon strode away, Jason turned back to Loren, his expression serious. “Be careful, nephew. The Riverlands aren’t just about skirmishes. They’re about loyalty, alliances, and fear. Keep your wits about you.”

Loren nodded, his resolve unwavering. “I will, Uncle.”

Jason clapped him on the shoulder, his smirk returning faintly. “Good. Now, get some sleep. You’ll need it.”

[sincerelyourswhistledown]

I want a modern mafia fic where after the incident at Driftmark everyone in the family starts to treat Lucerys differently. Aemond loses an eye and Viserys actually gives a shit and punishes Luke. Rhaenyra and Jacaerys are horrified at what Luke does, he has always been such a sweet and kind boy and to see him hurt Aemond like that scared everyone. Nevermind that Aegon and Aemond have always picked on Lucerys and always made him feel left out. Funnily enough, this is the incident that fixes the rift between Alicent and Rhaenyra, with Rhaenyra feeling very guilty over what her son did.

So Lucerys grows up isolated and neglected by his own family. Don’t get me wrong, Rhaenyra still wholeheartedly loves Lucerys but years of forcing him to meet psychiatrists and taking meds he doesn’t want to take has taken a great toll on him.

He’s eighteen, severely depressed and anxious downing dozens of meds when he decides that enough is enough and eventually leaves the Red Keep. Like completely disappears, he cuts off both Targaryens and Velaryons and no one ever hears from him again.

Cut to five or ten years later, Aemond meets Lucerys again and he’s surprised to see how different the boy is. Gone was the sweet and shy toddler or the quiet and anxious teen, in front of him was this cold, no-nonsense, calculative man. Unlike Aemond and the rest of the Targaryens, Lucerys has never thought of them again and went on his merry way to live his life of freedom and debauchery.

To Aemond’s horror, Lucerys is now working as a camboy while also occasionally fucking this shady businessman (alleged mafia). Aemond tries to persuade him to come back but he’s like “fuck off” and disappears again. Fortunately FOR Aemond, his uncle Daemon’s the infamous “Rogue Prince” of the Underworld, the scandalous brother of dutiful Viserys Targaryen who refused to work for the company and decided to become a criminal instead. Unfortunately for Lucerys, Aemond is nothing but OBSESSED.

IDK just give me Lucerys growing up abused and neglected and cutting his family off to go and live his life only for Aemond to stalk his ass because according to him Lucerys’ place is with the family, right by his side.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

What the Gods Gave Us

fancast!benji blackwood x targ!fem!reader

apocalypse asoiaf/f&b au 

Summary: The Gods chose their own side during the dance of the dragons and decided to cast the realm into winter and death. Only three dragons remain alive to see the fruition of Aegon the Conquers dream. 

Warnings: 18+ mentions of death, death, swearing, blood, fingering, p in v, heavy au, plot heavy

Authors Note: a request from @chainsawsangel that I absolutely got carried away with :) in reality I should’ve made this multiple parts but fuck that we gots to see it thru

Word Count: 9k just be chill about it 

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When the dance began the Gods looked down upon us and frowned. They cast the world into winter and allowed death to come from above the wall. No one was spared from what broke down the barrier in the north and came flooding through. It didn’t happen slowly. In under a week the entire realm was cast in snow and bitter winds. Sicknesses wiped out entire houses. Noble and low born families alike were torn apart and scattered across the wastelands that used to once be the great seven kingdoms of Westeros. 

Winter took our entire family and most of our dragons. The only remaining Targaryens in this world are me and my two brothers. When the snow started sticking our mother sent us and our dragons to hide within the crumbling walls of Harrenhal. The only place that seems to be untouched from decay here is the weirwood. Its eyes follow us as we walk across the grounds as it pours buckets of blood from its eyes. There’s an old kind of magic about this fallen castle that deters the white walkers from entering. 

The only other living creature here is Alys Rivers who only speaks in riddles and hides herself away in her chambers with her potions and ramblings. We try to avoid her but we’ve made her an honorary member of our family. She cooks and cares for us and we offer her protection and go out and get supplies. Today’s supply run has us traveling to Ironmans bay. She’s seeking a specific plant that only grows on the coast of the Iron Islands. 

“Why must I stay here with her?” Luke whines pleading with me and Jace to come with.

“You are young and so is your dragon. We’re not risking it. Taking two dragons out is as big of a calling card that we can deal with.” Jaces voice does not falter as he orders Luke to stay. 

“Mother said we’re supposed to stick together.” Luke looks between the both of us with sad eyes. 

“We always come back.” I cup his cheek hoping to offer him comfort.

“Please come back.” Luke’s eyes water as he pulls us into a hug. 

It’s never my want to leave him behind but I would much rather have him here than out there with us. Jace and I cover ourselves with white fur and leave the main hall. Our dragons chuff to us as we mount and take to the skies. We always fly in the clouds if we’re able. We don’t want to announce our moves during these trying times. We fly over countless pyres. I’m thankful our word got out that the one way to kill these things is fire and we have the biggest weapon against them. 

The flight to the coast is quick and freezing. We land on the shores and pull out a rough drawing of the plant that Alys gave us. Jace curses under his breath and kicks the snow away. It took a lot of convincing on my end for him not to kill or kick Alys out of Harrenhal when we first arrived. He’s been so angry at the world and I get it. I’m living in this frozen hell with him and I’m slowly losing hope as the moons pass. 

“I don’t care about her stupid fucking plants. We could be using our time differently.” he crosses his arms standing next to Vermax. 

“Using our time to do what Jace? What else could we possibly be doing? If you want to go sulk around that crumbling castle then go.” my voice rises with my anger. 

His breath clouds in front of him as he sighs and begins to look for the plants we’re here for. I hear a groan of string and wood and fall to the ground as I hear the arrow coast through the breeze. I turn and see Jace rising from the ground unsheathing his sword. I turn and see a handful of men running towards us and another bursts out from the tree line and starts cutting them down one by one. Jace and I look to each other before we turn back to the man who was so ready to lay his life down for us. 

“That’s close enough.” Jace raises his blade to the man walking towards us who stops and falls to one knee. 

“I swore fealty to your mother and that extends to her children as well. My sword is yours.” he bows his head and I turn to Jace. 

“What do we need your fealty for? What do you think we’re ruling over? Death and decay?” the man’s head pulls up as he looks beyond as at our dragons. 

“If anyone could bring the realm back together it would be the dragons. It was word from your mouths that fire will kill them no?” he rises to his full height. 

“What is it that you want?” Jaces voice calls over to him. 

“Shelter and safety. These Bracken cunts slaughtered the last of my men. I’ve been hunting them down for days now.” he turns to them and lets sparks rain upon them as their bodies go up in flame.

“And what is your name?” I raise my chin looking him over. 

“Benjicot Blackwood.” he bows his head once more. 

“What is it that you can offer us if we take you with us?” I ask assessing him. 

“I have no dragon or dragon flame but I have a sword and flint and they offer the same results.” he holds his sword out with both hands offering it to us. 

“I say we burn him and leave.” Jace says from my side and my eyes bulge. 

“Why would we do that? He’s just one person. Surely we can use his hands and sword.” I try to reason with him. 

“I’m sure you would like to use his sword.” he sneers at me and it takes all my strength not to punch him in the face. 

“I will cut your tongue out if you speak to me like that again.” I hiss back to him. 

“If you want him then search him and see if your dragon will allow him to ride back with you. I’m not dealing with this.” he waves me off and walks back to his dragon. 

“Alright, let’s go.” I nod my head for Benjicot to come to me. “I will search your pack and person and then we will see if my dragon will allow you to ride him and then we’ll go back to where we stay.” I hold out my hand expectantly. 

“Where is it that you stay?” he hands me his pack and my hands stop searching as I see the plants Alys is looking for. 

“What are you doing with these plants?” I look to him with scrunched brows. 

“They help staunch the never ending hunger.” he tilts his head. 

“Very well, do you have anything on your person that I need to be concerned about?” I close the bag and toss it back to him. 

“You can come let your hands roam all over me and find out for yourself.” he smirks unabashed. “The only thing you might find concerning is how much you enjoy it.” I gasp at his words as a laugh falls from my lips. 

“You are very bold.” I offer him a smile of my own as I feel my body heat. “Let’s see if you get to come home with me or become a meal for my dragon.” I hum and he chuckles lowly walking to my side. 

My dragon looks over him licking his teeth. I don’t know if it’s boldness or lack of care for his life but he walks up to my dragon and holds his hands out. My dragon seems as taken aback as I am and looks to me and huffs. I shrug my shoulders and walk past Benjicot to his wing. 

“Well are you coming, Benjicot?” I turn raising my eyebrow to him. 

“You can call me Benji.” he smiles walking to my side with confidence in his step. 

Vermax and Jace shoot to the skies and we’re close behind them. Benji holds onto my sides tightly and I welcome in the extra warmth. The chill goes to the bone once the sun begins to set and I’m thankful for our quick flight back to our crumbling fortress. Benji slides down after me and Jace scoffs before strutting into the main doors. 

“You’ve found the plants.” she looks to Benji and I look to her confused but not surprised that she knew of Benji from all her self proclaimed premonitions that I’m starting to believe more of everyday.

“This is-“ 

“Benjicot.” Alys nods her head taking his pack and disappearing with it leaving us confused. 

“She’s an interesting woman.” Benji says chuckling. 

“Who is this?” Luke bounds down the stairs and looks to Benji.

“Benji Blackwood. We found him wandering.” I offer. 

“Jace isn’t happy.” Luke says looking to me. 

“I’m well aware.” I roll my eyes and turn to Benji. “Come let’s find you a room.” he trails after me as we walk deeper into the castle. 

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It has been just over a moon since we brought Benji back and Jace hasn’t gotten anymore welcoming. Luke on the other hand has taken a liking to him and it warms my heart to see Luke smile and laugh again. I want this for Jace but I don’t think he wants it for himself and that’s why he closes in on himself. I keep wanting to talk to Jace about Benjis words to us when we first met him. How us and our dragons could bring the realm back together. I talk about this a lot with Benji and he’s told me that there are survivors out there who believe this as well. I’ve been thinking about this nonstop and even have entertained the idea with Alys. 

“What do you propose?” Alys hums as I sit at the stone table while she’s crushing plants. 

“I don’t know. Something. We can’t possibly live like this forever. There has to be something we can do.” I try to search her eyes for any clue of to what she’s thinking. 

“The Gods are angry.” she offers me an unsettling smile. 

“They’ve taken it out on the realm what else is there left for them to take?” I ask exasperated. 

“They can take anything they please.” she hums moving around the table. 

“There has to be something we can do to change the tides. Are we not of the line that is supposed to end this war? Is the song of ice and fire truly just a tale?” I nibble on my bottom lip and she turns quickly to me. 

“So you know?” she raises an eyebrow. 

“Of the dream, yes, but what are we to do? There’s only three of us.” I sigh rubbing my forehead. 

“Return to Dragonstone and retrieve the glass.” her words ominous. 

“What glass?” I ask tilting my head. 

“Beneath the castle. You’ll know it when you find it.” she waves me off. “Bring both of your brothers and Benjicot.” she adds as I exit. 

As I walk up the stairs to find them my mind races with the confirmation Alys just gave me. I know Jace is going to scold me but I truly believe this with my being. I find Jace and Luke lounging in front of the great hearth. Benji is sat on the other side of the room near the window gazing out. I call Benji over near the fire and begin to tell them of my conversation with Alys and what we must do.

“You’re just as mad as her if you think I’m coming with you.” Jace scoffs at me.

“This is our chance to try and set things right. We’re the last dragons. Mother told us of the song of ice and fire and you want to ignore that? Winter is here. She chose you as her heir for a reason. Start acting like it.” I rise along with my temper. 

“You think a story will save us now?” he tosses his head back and laughs. 

“There’s no harm in trying, we either sit here and starve to death or try to do something. We can find the other survivors, unite the realm once more. We can kill these things, brother. We can set the realm back to how it was supposed to be, together, as a family.” I plead with him trying to show him reason. 

“Do you include your stray in our family now?” he shoots Benji a dirty look. 

“My stray has a name and he has been nothing but kind to you. Why do you despise him so much?” I shake my head at his ridiculousness. 

“Because he feeds your obsession about saving the realm when it’s already a frozen wasteland beyond repair.” Jace turns to Luke for support who avoids his eyes. “Oh you believe this too?” he chuckles to himself at a loss.

“What harm will it cause to go home for one day. Remember what used to be, what could be again.” Luke speaks softly. 

“One day.” Jace says looking to me. 

“Just one.” I nod my head. 

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The stone walls have never felt more cold than they do now in this abandoned castle. The wind seems to whisper as we pass through the empty halls sharing the story of our downfall. This once great castle brimming with life and happiness now offers us a cold embrace. Our dragons rumble beneath the floors from the pits and I allow myself to remember how lively these halls once were. Our home taken by fate.

“I’m going to my chambers. Let me know when you’ve found what you’re looking for so we can get off this freezing rock.” Jace bounds up the stairs out of sight. 

“Go after him.” I nod to Luke not wanting Jace to feel so alone and unheard. I sigh pulling my furs around me. Benji walks over to me and rubs his hands on my arms trying to warm me up some.

“Do you think I sound crazy, Benji?” I look to him with furrowed brows.

“We walk alongside death, Princess. I don’t think there’s anything crazy about wanting for something better.” he offers me a reassuring smile. 

“Then we must go to the pits.” I turn walking to the stairs. 

I hear him a step behind me and smile. Benji stops to light a torch for us and we enter the dark cave. I get us quickly to the bottom and we start through the small tunnels. I plunge us deeper as the air gets cooler. The torch catches on an opening showing us something dark and glossy. A smile spreads across my face as I take in the shimmering rock. 

“Dragon glass.” I turn to Benji. 

“How much does she want?” he asks looking at the massive trove in front of us.

“I’m assuming as much as us our dragons can carry.” I crane my neck to see the extent of the obsidian walls. 

“Do you think Jace will carry some?” he asks my thoughts out loud.

“I will make him. I believe in this and him. He is King even if he doesn’t speak it.” my voice hushed. “Do you think if he calls the survivors will answer?” I look to him as he looks at me with admiration. 

“Who would be bold enough not to answer the dragons call?” he chuckles. “I believe in what you say. You are a good sister, a good person, to keep faith in him when he doesn’t even have it for himself.” his words have me thanking Alys  for sending me to find those plants. 

“Thank you, Benji.” my voice barely a whisper as I look to him. 

“You are strong and resilient and any smart man knows there’s always a woman holding the realm together.” his words cause a welcome warmth to my cheeks. 

“I fear the realm has fallen apart.” I look away.

“You didn’t set that in motion. You are helping reclaim and rebuild. You will never have to carry that weight alone as long as I breathe.” my eyes see the sincerity across his features. 

“Thank you, Benji.” I cup his cheek before leading us out of the caves once more to find my brothers. 

They both groan at diving into the pits with me and Benji but follow nonetheless. Their eyes alight with wonder as they look around the obsidian cave. Jace places a hand on one of the rocks jutting from the ground and a warm breeze comes from deep within the ground. Just as quick as the warmth spreads it is replaced with ice. 

“What is it you want me to do?” Jace turns to me. 

“We need to mine as much of this as we can and bring it back with us.” I search Jaces face to see his mood. 

“This seems as if it will take more than the day I was promised.” Jace sighs. 

“We can figure it out. We can get you and Vermax loaded up first and you can go back to Harrenhal tonight if you want.” my eyes pleading. 

“I can stay and help.” a smile starts to spread across my face. “Don’t get too excited.” he glares at me and I have to bite my lip from smiling even wider. 

“Let’s go find some tools and start moving this out of the caves.” I nod my head leading us to the armory. 

As I push the doors to the armory open the castle seems to let out a breath it was holding since before this never ending winter. We all walk in and look around to find tools and carts. On the center table I spot two swords and a dagger with a parchment containing our mother’s handwriting. I call Jace and Luke over as we read her last words to us. 

My sweet children- 

Should you find this letter and our family blades it means you know what must be done now. My father always believed the song of ice and fire to be true and now I see that it is. The realms fate is left to you three. Jacaerys, I leave you Catspaw, the blade passed down to heirs over the years. Luke, my sweet boy, I leave you Blackfyre, do not allow anyone to underestimate you. Y/n, I leave you Dark Sister, that has been wielded by the strongest of us. Get the dragon glass and call the realm together. I’m sorry I’ve left this burden on you three. I love you, you were always the best of me.

-Mother

We look to each other with tear filled eyes and hold on to one another tightly. We sniffle and settle our breathing before nodding to one another. As we all grab for the blades we feel another warm breeze kiss across our faces. We turn and see Benji staring at us in awe. He shakes his head at a loss and falls to his knee. 

“The remaining dragons shall save us and cast the winter out of the realm.” he bows his head to us. 

“Rise, Benji. We have work to do.” Jace nods his head and I try to hide my smile that he called Benji by his name for the first time. 

We begin to pick up axes and shovels and toss them into carts. We make our way back down to the caves with a new sense of purpose. The next couple of hours are filled with grunts and curses at the hard rock. We take turns carting it to our dragons who look at us curiously as they curl up together. The energy we’re exuding actually has us hot for once and we take a break to walk the grounds. We end up standing in front of the weirwood as it stares back at us. The blood tears seem to still be ever flowing but less than what we’ve seen at Harrenhal. 

We decide to rest for the night and go about sourcing wood for a fire. After splitting up the frozen soup Alys sent us with we heat it over a fire in the main hall. We eat silently and quickly ready to sleep and start tomorrow anew. We each grab some wood and part ways and head for our chambers. As I’m making my way to my chambers I notice Benji is still trailing after me. 

“Where are you going?” I turn and raise an eyebrow to him. 

“To your chambers?” he tilts his head as if it was obvious. 

“I don’t remember inviting you.” I chuckle shaking my head. 

“It’s cold. We should share a bed. It’s the smart thing to do.” the smile that spreads across his face is serpentine. 

“Where is this concern when we’re at Harrenhal?” I smile before continuing down the hall to my chambers. 

“Are you asking me to move into your chambers with you?” he purrs quickening his pace to walk at my side. 

“We’ll see how tonight goes.” I hum as I push my chamber doors open and sigh at the familiar sight. 

“If there’s anything you need or want of me don’t hesitate to ask.” he says lowly before going to the stone hearth and starting a fire.

“Let’s move the mattress next to the hearth.” I toss the wood on the floor along with my bags. 

“Mm, how romantic.” he rises from the hearth and looks down to me. 

“It’s so we can be warmer.” I glare up at him. 

“I’ll keep you warm, don’t worry.” he strokes the side of my cheek before stepping around me and walking to the bed. I turn to him with red cheeks and cross my arms. “Stop pouting and come help me.” he chuckles. 

I flare my nostrils and walk over to my bed. I push my blankets and furs to the center and grab the edge of the bed to lift it. Benji lifts his side and we drop it on the ground a couple feet back from the hearth. I turn and look around my chambers taking them in. I never thought I would see these walls again. I pull Dark Sister from its sheath and place it on the table and look upon it. 

“A powerful weapon for a powerful woman.” Benji comes from behind me and looks over my shoulder. 

“I hope I’m not sending us all to our doom.” I whisper turning to him. 

“If you are, I will gladly stand by your side.” his voice doesn’t carry its usual playful demeanor. 

“Do you think we can do it?” I search his eyes. 

“I do.” he nods his head. “It will be hard but we’ve endured this far.” we slowly begin to lean into each other’s body heat. 

“Thank you for believing in me and not thinking I’m crazy.” I look up to him as our chests are almost touching. 

“I never said I didn’t think you were crazy, I said your idea wasn’t crazy.” a smile splits across his face and I push him back. 

“You’re such an asshole, you can-“ 

He pulls me into a rough kiss and I completely forget why I was angry. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and my arms wrap around his back holding him to me. One of his hands tangles into my hair holding my lips against his. His other hand holds my lower back molding me to him. We stay tangled in each other until we both pull back panting. 

“What were you saying?” he says lowly with his smirk back on his face. 

“Now I’m saying you’re an arrogant asshole and you can find somewhere else to sleep.” I glare up to him before looking at his lips and he chuckles catching the movement. 

“Want to try again and sound like you mean it?” his words taunting me. 

“Benji,” I warn huffing. 

“Hm?” he licks his lips and I roll my eyes at him brushing past him to the mattress. 

His hand reaches out and grabs my arm. He turns me towards him. I look up to him expectantly waiting for him to say or do something. I relent and start to reach up to capture his lips once more, over his games and he tips his head up making me chase his lips out of my reach. 

“I didn’t take you as such a tease. Or maybe you can’t get it hard?” I try to pull my arm out of his grasp but he just tightens his fingers. 

When he captures my lips this time it’s bruising and takes my breath away. His hands begin to pull off my clothes. When his rough hands meet my flesh I gasp into his mouth. I start to push off his clothes and he helps quicken the process. When our skin presses together I sigh at the warmth. We don’t separate as we fall to the mattress in a clash of tongues and teeth. He kisses down my jaw and I arch up into him gasping as I feel his hardened length slide against my wetness. 

“Benji,” I mewl as he rubs against my bud. 

“Hush,” he says before pushing into me. 

My breath catches at the stretch of him. He chuckles looking at my scrunched brows as I squirm beneath him. He slowly starts to rock into me until my moans become broken. His hips snap into mine and I feel my pleasure begin to coil. As he wraps my legs around his waist he starts a brutal pace. I throw my head back into the pillow as my hips meet his. I come undone around him and he grunts but keeps his pace. 

“Is my cock hard enough for you, Princess?” he dips down to whisper in my ear as he continues to rut into me. 

“Yes, Benji please,” I cry out feeling my high quickly approaching again. 

Our breaths come out in pants as we chase our highs. He rolls his hips into me and I whimper as he brushes against my sensitive bud. His trusts begin to falter as I start to pulse around him. He stills as I feel his warmth fill me. He brings his lips to mine as we still try to catch our breath. He rolls off of me placing one more kiss on my forehead. He pulls the furs over us and pulls me to his chest. 

“Do you still think I’m an asshole?” I roll my eyes and turn over putting my back to him. 

“I must’ve not fucked you hard enough if you’re still pouting.” he pulls me back to his chest. 

“I’m limited on options.” as the words leave my mouth his hand lands on my backside hard making me jolt into him. 

“Go to bed before I decide you don’t need any sleep.” his voice low as we hold each other tightly to ward off the cold.

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Over the past three days we’ve been able to collect as much dragon glass as our dragons can carry. I’m thankful to finally get back to Harrenhal because we’re low on food and supplies. As we make our way to our dragons my brother and I look back at our home. None of us are brave enough to say goodbye or even to express hope to return again someday. We know the path ahead now is victory or peril. 

The flight back to Harrenhal feels as if it takes forever. Once we land Alys sweeps out through the main gates and looks us all over. She assesses the dragon glass and nods in approval at the amount we got. She ushers us inside and pours us tea and hot soup. 

“I’ve begun sending word around the realm that their King calls for them.” she says this as if it’s just another daily task. 

“Alys,” Jace sighs. “What was the message? We should’ve planned this together.” he shakes his head. 

“This has been planned long before you were born, boy. I’ve been waiting for you to stop throwing your tantrums to start moving the plans into place.” Alys turns to him with a motherly tone. 

“And where are you calling these survivors to rally?” Jace sets his spoon down completely abandoning his soup. 

“Winterfell, of course.” Alys tosses over her shoulder before returning to her poultices.

“Are there any survivors that far north?” Luke asks shaking his head.

“The one who carries Ice still lives.” she doesn’t even deign to turn around.

“How is it that you know all this? The ravens don’t carry messages anymore.” I ask my eyes boring into her back.

“There’s another raven that still carries messages if you know how to listen. The trees whisper too, I’m surprised you haven’t heard them.” she hums absentmindedly. 

“I need proof that there is reason for us to pack up and go north. The winds are surely deadly that far up.” Jace takes a sip of tea.

“Then follow me.” Alys’ skirts swish out of the hall and we all get up and trail after her. She takes us out to the Godswood and we stand in front of the crying weirwood. “Do any other of you have a lack of faith in the song of ice and fire?” she turns and assesses us. 

I turn to look at Luke and Benji and they both seem contented that the song is absolute certainty. We all turn to Jace who has a pout back on his face still not convinced. Alys smiles and gestures for him to come closer. She reaches for his hand and he reluctantly gives it to her. When she places his hand on the tree it feels as if the sun is shining on us for the first time in moons. When I look up I still see the same overcast sky and sigh.

Jace has gone completely still as the blood flows over his hands. His eyes are watering as his features go blank. He doesn’t seem to be in any pain but I’m still concerned for him nonetheless. I go to rest my hand on him and Alys stops me. 

“Do not interrupt this. He’ll be fine.” she whispers and I step back to Benji and Luke. 

Luke clings to me as we wait for Jace to come back to the present. The minutes drag on for what feels like hours. Benji comes to my other side and rests his head on my shoulder and I drink in his warmth. We huddle together and our spines straighten as Jace inhales deeply.

“It’s true.” he turns to us with tears streaming down his face as he pulls us into a hug. 

“What happened?” I pull back so I can assess him.

“I saw.” his voice still far off. “I saw everything.” he pulls Catspaw from his belt and holds it between us. 

“To Winterfell?” I search his eyes.

“To Winterfell.” Jace nods and walks past us back into the crumbling castle with a new found sense of purpose.

“What of you, Alys?” I turn to her and she smiles. 

“I will be there should you need me.” she hums walking past us into the castle after Jace.

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We stop every night on the way to Winterfell. Our dragons can only handle the chill for so long. We have them scorch the lands around us encircling us in a wall of flame. We are hoping to see some of the survivors Alys has talked about but the road has been silent. We curl up on the frozen ground clinging to one another for warmth. Sleep only offers us a reprieve for a couple of hours before we’re back in the wind. 

“How much longer?” Luke whines as he hugs onto Arrax. 

“If we push through we could make it a couple hours after moonrise.” Jace hums trying to see how we feel. 

“We can load up on furs. If Arrax can support him I’ll send Benji with you to help keep the chill off.” I nod trying to get us to Winterfell as soon as possible. I don’t know if we can survive another night outside in these temperatures, no matter how much fire our dragons supply. 

“You don’t have to baby me, Y/n.” Luke groans rolling his eyes at me. 

“You are a baby, Luke.” Jace laughs and I look to him with a smile of my own. I haven’t heard his genuine laugh in so long.

We decide on giving Luke as many of our furs that he could wear and still see. Arrax didn’t take too kindly to Benji and we didn’t want to stress anyone out. I give him more furs than Jace because I’ll have Benji behind me to help retain my heat. We mount the dragons and push forward to Winterfell. 

As the sun sets behind the clouds the temperature drops almost instantly. My muscles tense as I lean back into Benji. He opens his jacket and pulls me against his chest. He buries his head into my neck and I feel my body heat as his hair tickles me. He offers soft kisses to my neck that help distract me as the wind bites. 

As the hours drag by my body begins to shake trying to make its own heat. I look worriedly to my brothers who are probably in the same state and they don’t have someone to offer them extra warmth. I bury my head in my hands trying to regain feeling on my cheeks and nose. 

“We’re about an hour out. Once we’re in our chambers I’ll make sure you’re so hot you’ll be begging to go roll in the snow.” his words brush my ears and my entire body heats. I lean back appreciatively and excited about the warmth he’s offering. 

I fill my mind with thoughts of the man behind me and soon the blush on my face is heating my extremities. His arms wrap tighter around me as if he’s doing the same thing. Our bodies mend together pulling heat from one another. The walls of Winterfell finally come into view and I let out a choked sob. I see there are torches lit and it looks as if the integrity of this castle has still remained intact. Our dragons land inside the gates and burn the ground before us and I sigh in relief at the warmth as it licks at us.

“Welcome back, Your Grace.” a northern man with a large sword down his back approaches us.

“Lord Stark.” Jace nods his head before they laugh and hug each other.

“I’mglad that you guys are reunited but I would like to be reunited with warmth.” I say with a bite in my voice as Benji laughs next to me.

“Of course,” Cregan nods his head and we enter the warm halls quickly. 

“How is this the warmest place we’ve been in moons?” I sigh bringing my hands to the fire. 

“It was built to withstand the winter. After all, it’s always winter up here, Princess.” Cregan smiles to me. “We also have hot springs that should help you defrost and if that doesn’t help I’m sure we could find another way.” he chuckles as my red cheeks and Benji comes up to my side promptly. 

“We would love to try the hot springs.” Benji smiles to Cregan before wrapping his arm around me. Cregan brushes this off and walks back over to Jace and Luke. He leads us to the guest chambers. Benji tells him that he’s sharing with me and I roll my eyes at his dramatics. 

“Then I guess I won’t offer you a place in my chambers.” Cregan leans down and whispers into my ear. As he pulls back my cheeks are tinted and Benji is fuming next to me. “Someone will be up here shortly to bring you to the hot springs.” he smirks at me before shutting the door.

“Are you serious?” Benji turns me towards him.

“What?” I tilt my head still flushed from Cregans words.

“You’re lucky I didn’t take you in front of him.” he growls pulling me to him. 

“Benji,” I gasp as he starts pulling my furs off. “It was harmless.” he starts to pull off my shirt and I bite my lip as his hands find my skin.

“Harmless? He all but asked you to fuck in front of me.” he says through his teeth as he lifts my shirt off. 

“He did not.” I say hushed as his hands slide up my bare skin.

“What did he say that had you blushing?” he fingers brush against my nipples and a whimper falls from my mouth.

“He said,” I gasp as he pinches one of my nipples. “He said he was going to offer me a place in his chambers.” my hands rest on his arms as he continues to fondle across my chest.

“Is that what you want?” I shake my head at his words. “Tell me whose bed you want to be in.” his voice low as his hand dips beneath my waistband. 

“Benji,” I cling to him as his fingers spread my wetness. 

“Go find a robe.” I whine as he removes his hand. “Someone should be here to bring us to the hot springs soon.” he leaves me squeezing my thighs together. 

I huff and walk over to the wardrobe hoping there was something left. I sigh thankful that there are some robes left over. I slide my trousers down my legs and quickly wrap myself in the robe. I turn and toss Benji a robe and try not to let my eyes linger on his exposed torso. He starts to unlace his trousers and I look to him with low lids as he chuckles at me. He slides them off and I squeeze my thighs once more taking in the length of him. There’s a knock on the door and Benji is quickly slipping the robe on and walking to the door. 

“It seems as if I’m the only one left awake to take you both.” Cregan takes up our doorway and I internally groan. 

“Mm, of course.” Benji exhales grabbing my hand and pulling me to his side. 

The walk through the castle is silent and I can feel Benjis frustration pouring off of him. I squeeze his hand to try and get him to focus on anything else but he keeps his eyes focused on Cregans back. We start down a stone staircase and as we enter the cavern I sigh as the warm air kisses my face. I see that there’s more than enough space for the three of us to be here comfortably. I walk past them both and begin to dip into the water. Once my bottom half is in the water I slip off my robe and sink beneath and let out a breathy moan. 

I close my eyes as I let the hot water soothe my muscles. I sink lower into the water and I feel it ripple next to me. I peek an eye open and see that Benji has claimed a seat next to me. The water shifts again and I see that Cregan has also gotten in. I sit back up and feel the tension in the water and roll my eyes. Benjis hand falls to my thigh and my head snaps to him. 

“So are you guys together?” Cregans voice carries across the stone walls and I groan knowing this will set Benji off.

“Yes.” he says as his fingers grip on my thigh spreading them open. 

“Mm, how long?” Cregan looks to me as Benjis fingers slide to my core.

“Couple moons now.” I try to keep my voice steady as he swirls around my bud. 

“Where did you find her?” Cregan shifts to Benji and I’ve never been more thankful as he dips a finger into me. 

“Near the Iron Islands. I saved her and Jace from some Bracken beasts.” Benji narrows his eyes at Cregan as he pushes a second finger into me and a moan slips out. I try to cover it by clearing my throat but I can tell Cregan caught it. 

“Do you both need some privacy?” Cregan chuckles at my red cheeks and Benji keeps pushing his fingers into me. 

“If you wouldn’t mind.” Benji uses a patronizing tone. “She’s been begging for my cock since we started the journey here.” he chuckles and I snap my head to him ready to scold him until his thumb rubs against my bud and I’m hoping that Cregan will leave soon because I can’t contain the whimpers leaving my lips. 

“Treat her well. Or I will.” Cregan chuckles again before standing out of the water unabashed. Benji starts moving his fingers faster and I try to close my legs around his hand. 

“Benji.” I mewl as he continues with his motions.

“She’s content here.” Benji chuckles waving Cregan off. 

“Are you done now?” I pant at Benji.

“Not even close.” he growls as he flips me so my chest is against the cool stone. “Gunna fuck you here because I know he’s listening on the stairs.” he breathes into my neck as he lifts my hips.

“You sound paranoid.” I turn to look at his dark eyes as I spread my legs open for him. 

“I don’t care.” he pushes into me in one movement and I rest my cheek against the stone. 

Moans begin pouring from my lips as the water laps against us. His pace is quick and I have no hope of covering the curses and whines that fall from my mouth. The second his fingers brush against my bud my body goes taught. He continues to push into me as my high spreads through me. My hips push back into his as I continue to chase more pleasure.

“You like when I fuck you like a common whore?” he pulls me up against him and wraps his fingers around my neck.

“Fuck, Benji, please,” I whine as my chest heaves. 

The hand that he has supporting my waist goes to my bud and I contract around him as my pleasure washes through me. I feel his thrusts get sloppy as he begins to fill me. He slips out of me quickly pulling a moan from my lips. I brace my hands on the stone as I catch my breath. 

“When you’re ready we’re going back up to our chambers and I’m gunna fuck you until he knows you’re mine.” he sits back and I nod to him with flushed cheeks.

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It’s been almost a moon since we’ve landed in Winterfell and the amount of survivors showing up is astonishing. We have a large camp circled around the walls that grow larger by the day. As more people arrive we give them dragon glass to shape into weapons of their choice. We’ve had confirmation dragon glass works on the white walkers and everyone seems relieved to have finally confirmed this theory. 

“When do we march north? Or are we staying here? What is the plan?” I look to Jace as I sprawl across his couch. Benji and Luke are sat at the table and look to Jace ready for his commands. 

“We fight here. He will come to us in the end.” Jace nods and goes to look out the window at the growing host around us. 

“Who will come?” Luke asks nibbling his lip.

“The night King. We kill him and this ends. We go home.” his voice seems far away and we look to each other with confused brows.

“You’re starting to sound like Alys, brother.” I chuckle and he turns to me with a smile. 

“Surprisingly, I don’t take offense.” he smiles sitting on a chair across from me. “I saw him beginning to march here. He has a large host of white walkers with him that he has no care if they live or die. We’re fighting for something. We have a reason and purpose. Fate is on our side. He will be here during the hour of the wolf.” he turns to look at Luke and Benji. 

“Tonight?” Benji asks taken aback.

“Yes, so get some rest. We either come out victorious or die.” Jace rises nodding to us. 

Benji, Luke, and I leave Jaces chambers to go and find a couple hours of sleep. We drop Luke off at his chambers and I hug him tightly and kiss his head. We make our way back to our chambers and collapse to the bed. We simply hold each other and curl up under the covers basking in each other’s warmth.

I sit up in bed as a loud horn is blown. Benji is looking out the window and I rise and go to his side. The castle seems to be surrounded by flame as I see a white mass headed for us. I turn back to the chambers trying to wake myself up quicker. I start to pull on my armor and sheath Dark Sister at my side. I turn back to Benji who is holding his hand out to me. 

“Are you ready?” I ask him slipping my hand into his. 

“I am. With the three dragons burning from above we will be able to be victorious on the ground.” he nods to me. We make our way to the main hall and see the remaining leaders gathered. On approach I see Alys coming out of a dark hall.

“What are you doing here?” I look to her confused.

“Making sure you both were awake for this war. They need you.” she nods us over to the conversation being held. 

“My siblings and I will be in the skies burning as many as we can without burning our own men. This is our last stand. We have all of the tools we need to succeed. It’s now or never. May the Gods choose our side.” Jaces voices carries throughout the hall and I tear up hearing him speak so confidently.

“A word sister?” Jace nods his head to the corner where Luke is waiting for us. “I wanted to tell you what I saw when I touched that tree. I saw us all here. Making the prophecy come true. Everything we have done has led us right here. We can reclaim this realm and break it free from the icy grasp of the Gods. It will be a new age for us. These men and women believe in us and will follow us even to their death.” his words cause my heart to tighten knowing no matter how much dragon flame and glass we use we will still suffer losses. 

“I will follow you even if it means my death, my King.” I lower my head and I see Luke do the same at my side.

“You both will live. I can’t do this without you. Together we will revive the Golden Age.” his words capture my breath. 

We all embrace and begin to walk out of the hall. Benji returns to my side and walks with us to our dragons. I make sure he’s armed with as many dragon glass weapons as his person can carry. I look up to him unable to help the worry written across my face. He smoothes my brow before placing his lips softly on mine. 

“If you die tonight, I won’t let them burn you. I’ll keep you as my white walker pet or something.” I pull back and look to him with furrowed brows and he barks out a laugh.

“I’ll try my best to stay alive.” he smiles down at me. “But it seems as if I’ll see you after regardless.” he kisses me once more and disappears into the sea of men and women. 

I sigh and turn to my dragon and see my brothers also talking to their dragons. I hug around my dragons neck and he lets out soft chuffs. Jace looks to Luke and nods and offers me the same motion. I begin to mount and once I’m settled and clipped into my saddle I turn back to my brothers once more. Jace and Vermax shoot into the sky and his dragon alights the sky with dragon flame. Luke and I fly up in unison our dragons spitting flame and washing the world in red for a couple moments. 

Our dragons cry out and we dip down aiming for the approaching white hoard. We all separate and bathe the undead in a fiery bath. A horn is heard from behind us and we hear the war cries from our host as they clash with the dead. A cool wind sweeps down from the north and I gasp as the world is cast in a blizzard. Our dragons cry out at being blinded and spit fire around the skies hoping to find a break. 

My heart beats wildly as my dragon and I try to find our way to the ground. He dives down spraying flame to clear our path and once we land we’re engulfed in flame as Luke lands next to me. White walkers approach us an instant later and our dragons call out as we’re surrounded. Luke and I dismount and pull our blades. There’s no time for hesitation as we begin swinging. Where our blade lands death follows and our dragons finish them with flame. I risk a glance into the skies for Jace and shake my head as I see nothing.

This has to work. It couldn’t have all been for nothing. All of the death and loss had to have meant something. My emotions pour into Dark Sister as I begin to court death. I hear Lukes grunts from a couple feet away as he’s engaged in a dance with two white walkers. I gape as he cuts them both down and doesn’t falter before he moves to the next. Pride surges in my chest as I focus on the walkers in front of me. As I swing my blade the blizzard begins to let up and I can finally see the host around us and see we’re not too far from the walls. 

The sun begins to rise washing the word in the normal gray as we continue to fight. I take small glances at the force around us and allow myself to smile as I see that a majority of us are still standing. I push off the walkers and run to Luke. 

“Mount Arrax and find Jace and then come and get me.” I take over the walkers he was dealing with as he shoots to the sky. I watch him fly north and turn my focus back in front of me. My dragon picks off the walkers that try to get to me when I’m further engaged. Arrax gives out a cry above me and I’m quickly mounting and flying after him. I follow him to the weirwood inside the walls and land running to the tree. There I spot Jace standing in front of a man made of ice. This clearly has to be the night King. 

“Jace,” I breathe out as I see the two Kings standing off. 

Jace lunges and their bodies are too close together to see what’s happening. Luke and I stand there frozen not knowing what to do. I hear a blade cut against flesh and I gasp. Jace staggers back hand still wrapped around Catspaw that is sticking out of the Kings chest. He twists and pulls it out swiftly and the King falls to the ground. Jace turns to us, blade in hand, and the sun begins to break through the clouds. It casts across Jaces face and the weirwood behind him. 

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It’s been six moons since the sun shone upon our faces again. The losses the realm endured were too many to count. Rebuilding has taken time and will take longer than our own lives allow. Jacaerys was coronated in Winterfell before we flew to Kings Landing to see what remained. We all have been slowly healing and moving forward. Today in the peak of summer as the sun is its highest Jacaerys will be coronated again before the masses in Kings Landing. 

The remaining Lords and Ladies of the realm stand on the dais beside us as a crown is placed on his brow by the new High Septon. This crown has been forged with dragon glass and valyrian steel and named after him as the Reclaimer. Jace smiles and nods to us before he turns to the crowd and they erupt in cheers. 

“Jacaerys Targaryen, First of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, the Reclaimer.” the High Septons voice reverberates off of the walls of the dragon pit as the crowd continues to cheer.

“I told you that the dragons would be able to reclaim the realm. I always believed in this outcome.” Benji whispers in my ear and I turn to him with a wide smile. 

“Stay here with us.” I look up to him with pleading eyes. “With me.” my voice soft.

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you.” he dips down and places o kiss on my forehead.

“I should hope not or I would have to marry Cregan.” I smile up to him.

“Do not start.” his voice low as he pulls me against him before he pulls us off of the dais and he’s leading us into a carriage back to the Keep.

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I Wanna Ride

modern Aemond Targaryen x reader

Part 2

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Summary: You go to your first biker meet with Aly and Cregan. After witnessing a bit of that classic Targ family tension, an opportunity arises. One that may require you to spend more time with your least favorite Targaryen.

Fic Contains: swearing, family tension, Aemond being a prick (again), sexual tension if you squint

Word Count: 2034

The sun has just set over the gathering in the heart of King’s Landing’s steel district. The air is alive with the sound of purring engines, shouts, and rock music playing. You look around, trying to take everything in at once.

You and Ally likely would’ve been swallowed by the crowd had it not been for Cregan serving as your personal buffer. With his height, he easily cut a path through the crowd for the two of you. One of his hands reaches behind him to hold Aly’s. Her other arm is linked in yours.

“Isn’t this fun?” Aly shouts.

“Yeah, I wish I’d gone to one of these sooner,” you respond just as loud.

“Really? Even the countless times I asked you to come with me?” Aly shoots back playfully.

“I was busy!” you argue.

“Excuses, excuses,” Aly retorts. “You were scaared.” She drags the last word out mockingly.

You elbow her playfully. She laughs and elbows you back.

“Well, at least you’re here now. Right, babe?” She directs the question to her boyfriend.

“Yeah, sure!” Cregan shouts over his shoulder. You’re pretty sure he wasn’t paying attention to your conversation at all.

Suddenly, Cregan raises his free hand and starts waving madly.

“Jace! Jace!” He shouts. He picks up his pace, dragging you and Aly with him.

You come to a less crowded area with picnic benches scattered about. Cregan makes a beeline towards one, letting go of Aly’s hand to engulf another guy in a bear hug. Cregan breaks the hug, ruffling his friend’s curly brown hair. You presume this is “Jace.”

“Aly! How’ve you been,” Jace asks, embracing her.

“I was doing great til I saw your ugly mug,” Aly teases, copying Cregan and ruffling his hair. Jace waves her off, laughing. Then he notices you.

“Hi! I’m Jace! Nice to meet you,” Jace says happily.

“My boyfriend’s boyfriend,” Aly explains over Jace’s shoulder. Jace turns to retort, but Aly takes refuge behind a laughing Cregan. Jace turns back to you, shaking his head.

“Come on. I saved us a table,” he said with a smile. He leads you all to a table where another boy—his brother Luke—sits. You all fall into easy conversation. You tell Jace and Luke about your new dragon, and they tell you about the new models they’re having a hand in developing.

“I thought only Targaryens were allowed to submit designs,” you say, confused.

“Oh, they didn’t tell you? Our mom’s Rhaenyra Targaryen,” Luke explains. Your mouth falls open.

“We take after our dad. Our little brother Joffrey is the same,” Jace adds in. Looking at him, you could see the resemblance to his father, Harwin Strong.

“Oh, wow,” you stammer, unable to find a response. Luckily, you didn’t have to as something catches Luke’s eye.

“Oh no,” he says, shrinking in his seat. You turn to where he’s looking. Walking through the crowd are none other than Aegon and Aemond Targaryen. Both Targaryens have ditched the coveralls you initially met them in. Aegon opted for a navy sweatshirt and jeans, a gold chain hanging around his neck. Aemond was wearing all black, from his leather jacket to his combat boots. His hair was only half pulled up, leaving the rest to hang down his chest.

They were accompanied by two people you immediately recognized as their siblings Daeron and Helaena.

The four siblings spot your group and start to make their way over. Well, three of them do. Aemond immediately turns and stalks off in a different direction. Helaena looks like she’s going to stop him, but Daeron shakes his head at her. You watch as Aemond disappears down an alley. When you turn back, you immediately lock eyes with Aly, who raises a brow and smirks a bit.

You scowl back at her, thinking back to the conversation you two had after getting your bike back.

“You didn’t mention he was hot!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware the hotness of the mechanic was of any relevance!” Aly shot back sarcastically.

“You also didn’t mention he was…”

“Rude?”

“Yep.”

“Yeah, Aemond’s always been more on the antisocial side. Apparently the rudeness came in after the accident,” she whispers that last part (even though they were the only two people in the room).

“Accident?”

“Yeah. Something to do with his nephew. Never got the full story. All I know is that it really divided the family and they haven’t been the same since.”

That tension is evident in the strained smiles the remaining Targaryen siblings give your group.

“Hello nephews,” Aegon greets Jace and Luke. “And friends,” he finishes, sending a wink your way.

“Mind if we join you?” Helaena asks softly.

“Of course,” Jace answers, noticeably less tense with his aunt. Aegon and Daeron squeeze in on either side of Jace and Luke while Helaena takes a place on the edge of the bench next to you. You notice she has brightly colored earplugs in.

“I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Helaena,” she says softly. You tell her your name in response.

“The one who put Aemond in his place,” Aegon adds from his seat at the table.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset him,” you say

“Don’t be. Aemond’s funny when he’s mad,” Daeron laughs. You furrow your brows.

“We didn’t even interact for that long. I didn’t think I would make much of an impression on him,” you ponder.

“Oh, Arm’s not used to people talking to him at all. People tend to give him a wide berth when they come to the garage,” Aegon explains. “And you not only tried to make conversation but called him out on his bullshit. Honestly, I’m impressed.”

“It’s a shame, really,” Helaena muses. “He’s really nice once you get to know him.

“Everyone is nice to you Hel,” Daeron drawls.

“Still,” Helaena huffs.

The topic is dropped as the table makes meaningless small talk with each other. You tuned most of the conversation out til Aegon clasped his hands together.

“Look, nephews,” Aegon starts, leaning in. “Word on the street is that you know the location of the next Dragon Rally.”

“How do you know we know?” Jace asks.

“Because you don’t shut up about it,” Aly responds, causing Cregan to snort. Jace frowns at her. “Didn’t Grandpa tell any of you about it?” He directs the question to his relatives.

“Of course not,” Daeron scoffs. An awkward silence falls over the table.

“Aaanyways,” Cregan drags out. “You gonna come with us?” He looks at you over his girlfriend’s head. Aly turns to look at you as well.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you reply. The Dragon Rally was a rather secretive event despite its popularity. All you knew was that it involved a grueling ride to whatever location was picked that year and that it was sponsored by the Targaryen family.

“I don’t think I’ll have quite gotten the hang of riding by the time it rolls around,” you continue.

“Oh, Aemond can teach you!” Helaena exclaims. Everyone at the table turns to look at her as if she’s grown a second head.

“What? Vaghar and Meraxes are similar enough models. Plus, it could help patch things up between them.”

“As much as I’d hate to throw you to the wolves, she has a point,” Aegon says. “If anyone’s got the stuff to whip you into shape in a short amount of time, it’s Aemond.”

You look down at the table, thinking on what they said. You’ve spent a long time on the outskirts of this community, wanting to join on the fun but never finding the opportunity—or the courage. You didn’t want to miss out on any more.

“Why doesn’t Aly do it? They’re friends after all,” Jace asks.

“Trust me, Aly couldn’t teach a fish how to swim,” Cregan laughs, earning an elbow in the side from his girlfriend.

“I’m a great teacher,” Aly snaps at Cregan, who laughs and kisses the top of her head.

“Of course you are, love,” he says softly. Daeron pretends to gag, causing Helaena to scold him.

“You know I’d help you,” she says to you. “But my nephew and his gremlin friends are coming into town.” You nod sympathetically. You’ve met Benji Blackwood before. He’s a nice kid, but if he and his friends are in town…Aly’s brother’s gonna need all the help he can get.

“And before you ask, I won’t have the time to lend my expertise. And neither will you,” Cregan explains to Jace.

“Come on, there’s no harm in at least asking,” Aegon teases. You look up at him.

“Alright,” you say simply, rising from the bench.

“Wait, I didn’t mean right now!” Aegon shouts as you walk off in the direction Aemond disappeared in earlier.

Aemond leans against the brick wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“You know that’s bad for you, right?”

Aemond’s eye lands on you. He gives you a once over before removing the cigarette and letting out a puff of smoke.

“Oh. You,” he said flatly.

“Yes. Me,” you parrot back, matching his flat delivery. You swear you see a slight twinkle in his eye.

“I didn’t think events like this were your thing,” you say, folding your arms across your chest.

“They’re not,” Aemond responds curtly. He takes another drag. “My siblings practically kidnapped me. They think I don’t get out enough,” He scoffs.

“Based on the mercifully brief interaction we had, I’d wager they’re right,” you quip.

“Did they send you to drag me out there,” he asks, taking another puff.

“No, actually. I wanted to ask you about something.”

He raises an eyebrow at this. “Did you fuck up your bike already?”

“No,” you huff. “Though if I had, I could probably fix it myself.”

He angles his body towards you, his shoulder braces against the wall. “Could you now?”

You thought he was mocking you, but the look in his eyes…he looks more curious than anything.

“I brought her to you ‘cause I hit a dead end. Thought it would be good to get a second pair of eyes to look her over. Oh!” You mentally kick yourself for your poor word choice. “I didn’t mean—“

“It’s fine. Happens all the time,” Aemond interjects, though you see his jaw clench. “So, what did you want to ask me?”

You took a deep breath. “The Dragon Rally is coming up. I want to go with my friends,” you start.

“That ride is brutal,” he says, frowning. “You’d have to train hard to be ready by the time it rolls around.”

“I know. Which is why I want you to teach me,” you finish, bracing yourself for his response.

He doesn’t say anything, only gapes at you as if you’d spouted the most ludicrous idea in the world. “Why on earth would you want me to teach you?” He asks.

“Your sister suggested it,” you reply shyly. “And Aegon seconded the idea.”

He lowers his gaze with a hmm. You shift from foot to foot, waiting for his response.

“It’s going to be a lot of work. To start from absolutely nothing—“

“We wouldn’t be starting from nothing!” You interrupt.

“Wouldn’t we?” He quips back.

“I know the basics,” you explain.

“The basics,” he scoffed.

“And what’s wrong with that?” you ask incredulously. His lips curl into a smirk as he leans in close enough for you to feel his breath on your ear.

“Riding a dragon,” he purrs, “is anything but basic.”

You weren’t sure if he meant for that to come off as seductive as it did.Gods, why does his voice have to be so sexy?

“So will you do it?” You ask tentatively.

“Hmmm. I’ll think about it,” he responds.

You nod your head. At least it wasn’t an outright no. Not wanting to push your luck, you turn to walk away.

“But if I do say yes, I’ll want something in return,” he calls after you.

You freeze, looking back at him over your shoulder. “And what exactly will that be?”

“Haven’t decided yet,” he replies. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.” You let out a small sigh of relief.

“But you’ll owe me,” he finishes. “And I never forget a debt.”

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I’m a real blogger I got my first hate comment 🥹

This is from my post about Jaehera’s death and her deserving better.

I’ll admit where I’m wrong, the dance isn’t based entirely off the war of the roses but more about Empress Matilda/Maude and her cousin Stephen of Blois during the time called the Anarchy. This war is actually about sexism keeping a woman off the throne in favor of her male family member and ends with her son inheriting the throne as her cousin’s heir. The similarities are Matilda’s young brother dying young and her father naming her heir with the lords swearing to follow her. But unlike Viserys, her father doesn’t remarry and cause an entire succession crisis. The war of the roses influence comes from both sides fearing their complete destruction so the other side won’t have claimants threatening their rule later on.

On to the other points of your ‘argument’.

1. Team green is salty that the blacks carry on the targ line.

Nope, I’m anti Targaryens as they are terrible rulers who end their own dragons, kingdom, and dynasty through pure stupidity (I know there’s more than them being stupid but shhh).

Rhaenyra’s line gave us Aegon the unworthy and the black fire rebellions along with the war of the 9 penny kings which did way more danage to the kingdom than any other conflict. You also get Aerys the mad king, Daeron the young dragon who gets himself killed cause he thought he could beat the dornish, Baelon the blessed a man so chaste he literally locks his sisters up so he won’t fuck them, and Rhaegar a man so obsessed with prophecy he runs away with a teenager and leaves his wife and children to be viciously murdered.

2. You don’t hate Jaehera, you just make fun of her for how we react.

What the fuck kind of reasoning is that? You make fun of a kids death cause people care?? Wow. Just wow.

3. A family continues a dynasty so there for they’re right.

I guess Tywin is the greatest of all time cause his grandkids get to be kings without any Baratheon blood.

Also that means that Vaemond was right cause his Granddaughter got to be queen.

4. Complain to George.

Nah the old man has enough distractions and doesn’t need to be bothered with this.

5. My three strong boys are the reeaaaly innocents.

Hah. Jace and Luke are not innocent. Luke cut out Aemonds eye and Jace was a big part of the war effort.

Jeoffrey, Jaehearys, and Maelor are completely innocent. Jeoffrey was killed by his mom’s dragon, Jaehearys was killed by Daemon’s assassins, and Maelor was killed on Rhaenyra’s orders.

So anyways hope we learned a valuable lesson on fuck around and find out. See y’all next time!

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Can I get some Lucemond fic recs? I’m new to the fandom ☺️

First of all, welcome to the fandom! I hope you enjoy your time in our little corner of tumblr. There are countless great fics out there I could recommend you to read but I’ll try to keep the list short and simple for now. I don’t wanna overwhelm you!

Here’s my favorites:

Remember the lives we once lived — Unohanabbygirl

This is a series and it focuses on the Targs reincarnated in modern times. The first fic in the series I read was Forget me not, which focuses around a troubled and amnesiac Luke. The author creates such vivid world building in the fic, and the characterization of not only Luke but everyone else in the family is truly incredible. It’s so immersive and complex and I feel like a kid on Christmas whenever it updates. I also highly recommend you check out the other fics in the series — A whole new world in which I don’t belong (which focuses on Alicent’s backstory and is just so so so good) and Take me with you before you fall (Aemond’s life after he accidentally killed Luke!!) There’s nothing else like it in the world!

new contact: luke — Everild

This is also a modern au. It focuses on Aemond, who has joined the priesthood. It incorporates modern notions about incest, adding a delicious sheen of guilt and self-loathing around the entire fic. This, paired with a healthy dose of religious guilt, makes for an intriguing read that leaves you craving more.

Glass cases — lockandkey

Another modern au that centers around reincarnated Lucemond. It’s a bit of a slow burn (which I’m addicted to) and there’s a lot of tip-toeing around feelings in this fic! Overall very soft and a little bit angsty at times. I adore it!!

Ægishjálmur - theartificialintellect

I read each update as soon as it comes out, that’s how much I love this fic. It’s a viking au, featuring seer! Lucerys!! If you’re a fan of history or Norse mythology you’ll love this one. It’ll keep you on your toes and leave you wondering about all the mystery surrounding Luke’s visions and Aemond’s family.

Athamé - theartificialintellect

This is one of my favorite Lucemond fics. If you like old manor houses, strange occurrences in the night, and dark family secrets, this will be the perfect read for you. It has a very gothic romance/horror vibe that I always crave, and wraps up so well in the end.

Empyrean Blaze — theartificialintellect

Alright, I’m just a really big fan of theartificialintellect lol 💀 anyway, this fic is not for the faint of heart, but I still highly recommend it. It’s a dark fic, focusing around a demon Aemond and a vengeful Luke, so if that’s your style, go for it.

Time Has Gone — Minos_TT

An A/B/O fic set during Rhaenyra’s time on the iron throne. Luke has had Aemond’s bastard while in the Vale, and returns to King’s Landing with his son in tow. Secret kid plot lines are always a treat to me, and little Laenor in this fic is one of my favorite Lucemond kids!

The Holiday — archimedesprinciple

Another modern au!! I’m a sucker for fics framed around holidays, so this one was very comforting to read. It’s probably the Lucemond fic I go back to read most often, just so I can feel like it’s Christmas again.

In Darkness there is Love — springofmylove

Modern au again (I’m starting to see a pattern) Luke gets injured in this and loses his sight. Aemond takes his nephew under his wing and pining and tenderness follows. I adore the hell out of this fic and the way the author has written Lucemond’s dynamic.

Luke Rivers AU — Unusual-Raccoon

It takes quite a bit for me to fully enjoy smut (I’m asexual) but my friend here writes so well that I couldn’t help but to eat this series up. Aemond’s characterization is spot-on, as well — something I really appreciate seeing in fics!!

For the Wildest Mystery I Know — NinthRiver

This only has one chapter up but I adore it already. It features Luke (Lucerys Flowers in this) living a quiet life on his farm when Aemond shows up to turn his life upside down (again) I’m really looking forward to seeing where it goes!

a losing game — monkkeyslut

I recently started this one (late to the game) and it has me hooked. Set in modern times with the Targs as royalty, it incorporates the characters so well. It features a secret relationship between Lucemond, and brings a lot of miscommunication and oblivious idiots in love to the table.

Star-Crossed — DominaReginald

Another one I binged just recently! Luke gets taken hostage by the Greens and Aemond is absolutely down bad whipped for him. *chefs kiss* the best flavor!

you whom i should love above all things — ser_pounce

A modern au featuring a religious Aemond (yes I have a type) Things get steamy between Lucemond during a family holiday get-together and religious guilt and sneaking around pursues. Delicious stuff :)

no morning glory (it was war) — dandelion_weed

Another A/B/O (my beloved) in which Luke presents while in Winterfell. Aemond is very much not down with letting his nephew mate with someone else, so he takes matters into his own hands and heads out to claim Luke for himself. There’s only two chapters for now, but I still highly recommend it.

I said I’d keep this short… that was a lie, wasn’t it? Anyway, I hope you enjoy these fics! I know I did 🫶🏻

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝓘𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏꜱ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ x ᴀᴜɴᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Targ!cest (Aunt and Nephew), underage drinking, medieval themes, Driftmark events, angst, a pinch of fluff. Jacaerys being a sweet heart. Reader being a little menace, forced marriage, erranged marriage. 

Author’s note: I’ve been thinking a lot about Jace, so I decided to write a fic with him in it. I also wanted to as some what of a dark!(?) Aemond x reader, I might make a part two of this :P

Since you were a child and on your own most of the time, your nephew Jace had always included you in his interests and he’d get interested in yours. After his training he’d go and see what you where up to. He’d get his brother Luke to come hang out with you as well.

Jace was always a gentleman towards you, he’d open the door for you, pull your chair out for you, he even has picked you up once in the garden when it had rained and there was puddles of mud, so that you didn’t get your dress dirty.

You were also there in the dragon pit with your brothers and nephews, that was when they decided to play a prank on Aemond, it was a harmless jest right? After you went to talk to Aemond about it all being a joke, he was not happy, he has yelled at you, calling you all sorts of names that you don’t even remember what they were. You just laughed and shrugged it off because he was upset about a pig dress as a dragon.

Even though the family was splitting, you tried to be by his side no matter the cost. When Aemond had lost his eye by the hands of Luke, you weren’t present, you were in your bedchamber’s passed out drunk from the drinking you have been doing with your brother Aegon.

You were sleeping, not hearing the door open and close. Then the bed had a bit of movement, feeling a light shake and your named being whispered. “Jacey? What are you doing?” you asked as you sat up, getting a good look at him. “What happened to you? You look like you came out of a bar fight” you said as he had a sad look on his face. “I came to say goodbye Y/n/n” he said sadly, this made your blood run cold. “what do you mean?” you asked, now scared.

��Mother says we’ll be going to Dragonstone” Jace said with a frown on his face. “But you can’t leave” you said hugging him tightly, afraid that he’ll disappear, tears had now flooded your eyes. He hugged you back. “I have to go were my family goes, I’m sorry” he said as you sobbed, hugging him tighter. “We’ll meat each other again, I promise” he said as you sniffed, using the sleeve of your gown to wipe off the tears and snot.

“Can I do something?” Jace asked as you nodded. “Close your eyes” he said, you gladly obeyed, waiting until you felt a soft pair of lips touch yours. It was quick, it made your stomach flutter as if you had eaten butterflies.

The next morning your family left back to the Red Keep, you along with your siblings headed back on dragon back. You found out what happened, Aemond claimed a dragon that it wasn’t for him to claim, the price he paid was by loosing his eye. You didn’t really care, what hurt more was the pain in your heart.

Back home, you didn’t leave your room until it was time for you and Aegon to go to the Tavern. You drank your sorrows away and cried. You missed Jace already, Aegon encouraged you to drink more which you gladly did. He was the one who had carried you to an Inn that night for you to rest while he went to a brothel. 

The next morning you went to break your fast with Aegon, with a major headache from the drinking. That’s when you saw Aemond’s missing eye, that would leave a scar for sure. You didn’t really eat, you just drank wine to get over the headache. Then you left, not bothering to asked to be dismissed, before Alicent could stop you, your father told her to leave you be.

𝒮𝒾𝓍 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇

Today was going to be long, Veamond Velaryon had petitioned the crown to be named Heir of Driftmark, you didn’t care much until you heard that Rhaenyra and her sons will come. You got excited, Jacaerys was coming. You were basically jumping of happiness. You wore your red dress and added a body chain that displayed between your chest. Hopefully he still found you pretty like when you were children. 

You explored the halls, trying to find him, you were nervous. What did he look like? Did he still have his freckles? Was his button nose the same? Was he still shorter than you? Then you felt a warm hand take yours, quickly turning to see who it was, it was him, the boy now man you were looking for.

Jacaerys Velaryon in the flesh “Hello, Y/n” he said as you stared at him, he had grown taller, way much taller than you. His once button nose was now slim, and he had a few visible freckles, he also grew in a jawline, he was stunning. “H-hello... Jacey” you said feeling your face heating up. You also caught how his voice had got deeper too. 

“You look, lovely my lady, short hair really suits you” He said as he takes your hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Thank you, you had gotten handsome yourself” you said as you looked into his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes. It may not be proper for the two of be being alone together but you didn’t care, you really missed him.

Then you both hugged, his embrace was warm “I’ve missed you” you admitted as he stroked his delicate fingers thought the short strands of your hair. “I missed you too Y/n/n” how you missed that nickname, he was the only person who had called you that. 

You didn’t want to go to the trail, you just wanted to spend time with him or even take him to the tavern to catch up, but he convinced you to go. You wanted to stand by him but he protested, insisting that you stand by your family, finally you had agreed.

During the trial, your focus was on him, he’d also look at you from time to time. You were standing between Aegon and Helaena, while Aemond was behind you. It felt as if it was only you and Jace in the room, so close but yet so far. “I see that you saw your lover” Aegon whispered in your ear causing you to smile. Aegon knew how you felt towards Jace, you had accidently told him one night that you were drinking at the tavern drunk and just spilling whatever you had to say.

Then your Uncle sliced Sir Veamond’s head clean off, due to him calling your older sister a whore and her sons bastards. “He deserved that” you said to yourself but Aegon heard you, making him laugh as Otto had yelled for your Uncle to be disarmed. 

You heard about the dinner, it made you more happy, being able to share a dinner with your other family, also Jace will be there. When it was time for the dinner, you got there as quick as possible, you spotted a seat that was empty, Jace was occupying the chair on the right, before you could take that seat, Aegon had sat down, then next to him his sister-wife Helaena, then their was an empty hair between Aemond and Helaena.

You sigh sadly and just sat down on the chair, you also noticed how Aemond was looking at you. Ever since that day from Driftmark, you noticed how your older brother would try to be a part of your activities, but you never really cared much if he was around. Why would he want be involved with you when he had Mother’s attention.

The king was carried in, as you stood up along with the others. Toasts had been shared and the night was going peaceful. As you drowned on your wine, you saw how Jace excused himself and walked over to you, the offered his hand out to you. Gladly you took his hand allowing him guide you to the empty floor for a dance.

Aemond turned his seat and watched you dance with the Velaryon boy. During the whole dance he just stared at you both dance, and stopped when your father had been carried away to his bed chambers. Everything was moving smoothly until a roasted pig was placed in front of your brother causing your younger nephew to chuckle.

After your brother had called your nephews Strong, causing a small brawl. After the brawl was stopped by your uncle, you walked over to Aemond, angrily and shoved him as hard as you could causing him to nearly fall. “You fucking twat!!” you screamed angrily, not carrying if they all saw, you were upset. Then when your cousins and nephews, you went after Jace. 

“Jacearys!” you said catching up to him, he gestured his brother and cousins to leave the two of you alone and they gladly did. “I’m sorry for Aemond” you said looking down embarrassed. “It’s alright, tis not your fault” he said as he picked up your hands and held them. You sigh, still feeling responsible for your brother’s out burst. “I was thinking of going to the Tavern I go to, would you like to join me?” You asked looking into his eyes. “I’d like to Y/n/n” he said leaning in and kissed your cheek lightly, feeling your face heat up.

When you departed, an hour or two has passed, you had woken up from your nap and got ready to sneak out with Jace. After you had finished tying your boots, someone walked in, you assumed it was Jace, but it was your brother Aemond.

“Didn’t your mummy teach you to knock?” you said as you got up, checking yourself out on the mirror. Aemond just hummed as he watched you “you are going out?” he asked as you rolled your eyes “Isn’t it obvious?” you said as you went to reach your hood. “With that Strong boy I assume? What a shame, he along with the rest of his family had left.” You stopped in your tracks and looked at him.

“You’re jesting aren’t you?” you said looking at his face, he was serious. Jace had left? What is a last minute thing? You wondered as you’re distracted, Aemond was now standing in front of you, lifting your chin to look at him. “I also wanted to deliver you better news.” He said with a grin, this made you shiver. “What may that be?” you asked shaken by his grin.

“We are to wed, we’ll be husband and wife” he said with a sinister like look. You backed away from him “No, it- it can’t be” you said turning away from him, not wanting to look at him. “It is, we were meant to be together, and now we’ll fulfill it” he walked towards you placing his hands on your shoulders. “It was meant to be” he whispered it in your ear, feeling your eye beginning to water by these news. You were suppose to wed Jace, not Aemond, but you had no other choice but to obey.

“Fine, I’ll be your wife but in one condition.” You said frustrated. “What may that be?” Aemond asked as he turned you around, lifting your hand to his lip and kissed your knuckles. “I’ll be your wife, but I will never be your woman” you said, he only smiled, seeing that you had agreed to this. “Of course, anything for my soon-to-be-wife.”

[darushi-chan]

Im alive, lol. Inuyasha AU for Lucemond just because. Ok, I’m in way to many fandoms for my own sake, but meh. For the ones who don’t know, Inuyasha its a japanese anime, the simple plot, they are in feudal japan, and the’re are demons or youkai, in the original anime the male lead (Inuyasha) its a half dog demon or hanyo, his mother its a human and his dad its a famous demon (Or Inuyokai/Dog demon), in this case Lucerys its Inuyasha, Rhaenyra its his youkai mom and Ser Harwin its his human dad. Inuyasha also has a half brother how’s a youkai, a very proud and asshole dude, but also super handsome, lol, at some point in the story Inuyasha cuts his arm with his sword, and it doesnt grow back (for the ones who know lets leave it at that) so if Luke takes Aemond eye here of course its not coming back, canon you’all.  Inuyasha its like a very nostalgic anime from my childhood, I love it. I dont really ship Inuyasha with his brother, but Sesshomaru its to much like Aemond some times for me to ignore it, obssesed with his pure blood, his lineage and with power, also with pantene long white hair, do I need more? He also hates hanyo to the bone, specially his half brother, how can I not put my fated feud here? Lol. I like to think that the Targs are this very powerful and old Dragon Youkai family, Rhaenyra being well, Rhaenyra, doesn’t give a shit and goes and falls in love with Human Harwin and has all of her 3 hanyo children and has the time of her live with them until Harwin dies, because well, he’s a human and humans die, specially in feudal japan times lol. You can’t really hide being a hanyo because other youkais and hanyos can smell it, so no Laenor papa sadly, but hey, they are happy, the Targs, specially Aemond, can bitch about their pure blood all they want. Because anime magic and so on, Youkai and Hanyo don’t age like humans and they also have a bunch of other cool things, like weird magical swords and powers. Luke its not that good with swords so he uses a bow and arrows (Inspiration from Ñuhon its that you?), Aemond of course has a sword. Luke should have something more dragon like to show he’s a half dragon hanyo, but I really wanted to give him Inuyasha cute little dog ears for this drawing, we can also think they’re doing cosplay hahahahahhaa.  Fated feud forevah, Aemond its a snobby Oh no my pure youkai blood you damn hanyo ruin everything bla bla bla, and Lucerys always end’s up figthing with him for it, thats how you end up lossing eyes you’all. That’s also a very good way of ending obssesed with your hanyo nephew, hehe.

[unohanabbygirl]

здравствуйте! [ greetings in russian ]. the first thing i would like to do is to thank you. thank you for your wonderful and amazing work from the bottom of my heart. you are very good and i really admire you. to my great regret i cannot express my gratitude in a more beautiful way [ my mother tongue is russian ].

i would like to ask you about your idea of the lucemonds in the last of us concept. if you decide to write it, it would be very inspiring and my heart fills with awe at the thought.

sunny good luck to you, wonderful author. take care and fill yourself with all the nicest things. ☆.☆

First off, you have no idea how much your words mean to me. Im grateful to you for not only being a reader, but for your beautiful words. They encourage me to keep writing 💗

I do plan on writing the last of us au! I’m actually planning on it taking place in their canon setting. Right now I’m stuck between the outbreak happening after the failed family dinner or after storms end (luke survives ofc)

I like the idea of it taking place in canon because medicine is still very far behind. The maesters don’t have the knowledge, technology, or methods to handle something like this. Instead of tracing the outbreak back to a fungus they’ll come to the conclusion that it’s a curse from the god’s leading to a lot of religious hysteria which I think will be fun to write lol

What i’m trying to decide on is whether or not the dragons should stick by their riders, or just have them up and fly away to old valyria and leave the targs confused and upset. The first option is more realistic but the second makes for more drama AND fear among the people because if the dragons abandoned house Targaryen that’s a sure sign the gods plan to end humanity, or at least that’s what the common folk would think.

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

This is the what the flip anon I’m sorry I had no other thots after that last chapter. You got me good

There was so much happening my brain short circuited and all I could think was “girl what just Happened”. But now I’m a little more coherent.

My girl is going through it so bad rn. And I have to say the way you pointed out Rhaenyra’s actions and lack of repercussions in the context of this story just shows how flawed she really is. Like so many people have said before, the version we see in the show is someone portrayed as more of a victim but in your writing she comes off more as how Alicent in S1 probs saw her. I HAVE to ask but will you be going into how her relationship with Daemon started in this universe? I’m just very intrigued because this is how I feel like canon Rhaenyra and Daemon are in the books.

Also with Aegon and his reveal like that was just… yeah if I were miss girl I would’ve ran the other way too. Would you say that our main girl in this story has a sort of fear that Aegon might be like Daemon deep down as well because they come from the same rotted family tree?

I love all your writing. You are massively talented thank you for sharing with us. 💖

Hello bestie!!! Thank you so much 🥹💜 Absolutely no worries at all, our poor heroine is definitely having a rough few weeks (and the situation is not about to get better... 😅)

I feel like Book Rhaenyra (and to some extent, Season 1 Rhaenyra) is a super fascinating character because she is charismatic but not always likeable, and can be very loving and warm to her inner circle but ruthlessly cruel to enemies. She's someone who is oblivious to real-world consequences since she has been enabled/protected for so much of her life, and therefore she can have some pretty glaring blind spots that leave her vulnerable. The Rhaenyra x Daemon love (???) story isn't a huge focus of Gloomy Depths, as neither Petra nor Aegon have much knowledge of it, but we will be getting some more tidbits that I think you'll enjoy! 🥰

As for Aegon's reveal, Petra's panic is at least 90% that if she is discovered chatting not with just a rando but with Aegon, someone that both Daemon and Rhaenyra strongly dislike and view as a rival within the Targaryen family, it will result in worse consequences for both of them (perhaps even death) because Petra will be seen as conspiring with the enemy. I suppose she could on some level feel trepidation about being emotionally at the mercy of another Targaryen, but Petra is aware that there are deep fractures in the Targ family, and that the two spheres of influence (Daemon, Rhaenyra, Viserys, Laenor, Jace, Luke, Joffrey vs. Alicent, Otto, Aegon, Aemond, Helaena, Daeron, Criston) don't really overlap or share much in common besides general dysfunction. Aegon is pretty clearly a very different man than Daemon, and while Petra may be terrified of being discovered with or getting attached to him, I don't think she is very afraid of Aegon turning out to be sinister in some way.

[janiedean]

Do you have any theories about how ASoIaF will end? Like, who do you think will die and how, what will happen to Jon (seriously, I've read anything from "he's tots gonna marry Dany and they'll have kids and rule together forever" to "he'll die in a Heroic Sacrifice to Save Everyone" to "after all the shit he went through he's just gonna be like, 'fuck everything and everyone, Imma go wander beyond the Wall for the rest of my life!"), stuff like that?

HAHAHAHAHAHAH I JUST REPLIED TO SOMEONE IN PRIVATE OVER THAT I’m gonna c/p the jon and dany related parts and then add the rest, call me back in ten years to see if I’m right

SO, EXPLANATION OF THE MY EXTREMELY UNPOPULAR THEORY RE JON AND DANY:

- at the end of adwd dany's back where she came from and hasn't even met tyrion so everything that happened in the show BEFORE drogon flew her off should happen AFTER she's back in mereen- which puts her arriving in westeros WAY after the time she's in the show now- also the fact that in the book there's aegon prancing around dragonstone along with jon connington and the likes suggests me that IF no one dies before she has to deal with them first while shit goes down in the north and possibly grayscale spreads and blah blah blah

also, jon has to come back to life and I'm betting moneyt it's not as easy as in the show, grrm has to tie up the sansa plot and it's gonna take a lot longer because sansa is not in the north currently so it's gonna take ALL of wow for the starks to get back to winterfell IF they do get back to winterfell in wow and for people to find out jon was robb's legitimate heir and so on 

first conclusion: there's no way jon and dany even meet before either the very end of wow or actually ados and by that time the zombies should be WAY too much of a menace for them to be worrying about bending the knee and shit

taken the first conclusion into account and that ados should be all about defeating the others with whoever has survived banding together and that the only surviving copy of robb's will is currently with howland reed who is GOING to have to show up soon, r+l=j should be a known thing BEFORE jon and dany meet or anyway it'd happen soon after so I honestly don't know if it's likely that they'd hook up in canon or if it wouldn't be MASSIVELY weird if they do, but anyway I could be wrong on that bc the text evidence for those two sort of hooking up is actually there even if I don't particularly agree with it, but NEVER MIND

anyway at this point they're obv gonna do away with the zombies which is gonna cause even more casualties and shit which is not gonna make anyone any happier, jon's gonna have to pull his azor ahai stint because it's him and whatever (AND HE SURVIVES IT), I'm 99% sure that in between all of this aegon and jonc AT LEAST are gonna die and it's not going to be just them, anyway at the end they're gonna be left with a post-apocalypse westeros where most of the people who wanted the throne out of I NEED TO HAVE IT BECAUSE POWER or I HAVE RIGHTS ON IT (ie stannis if he survives which I doubt) will have lost most of the interest/force of will

THIS STATED, unpopular jon theory: the thing about his storyline is that he's going through all the typical secret chosen hero steps but every time anything happens it goes badly/it's not what he wants (he loses his family, his first true love dies, he becomes LC and instead of going well he gets stabbed etc) and what did he want at the beginning of the books? to not be a bastard. where is he now? ops, your father was rhaegar targaryen and your mom was lyanna stark OOOOPS. which is *not* what he wanted, he wanted to be a *stark*. but furthermore, idk if it's likely that R married lyanna before leaving her in the tower of joy or not, but if he did he's actually legitimate and has the best claim since he's male and legit son of the legit male heir, and who's gonna want that job? no one. so who is going to have to take it? yeah, HIM. and he's going to... dislike about every moment of it at least in the beginning (MORE ON THIS AFTER THE DANY PART)

now, on to dany: in that scenario they COULD get married and united the dynasties again, but... they'd know about the incest part of it and idk if he'd go for it, but honestly, the thing with dany is also that she started wanting to go to westeros, and what's most actually ironic/backwards if she finds out that after the zombies, meereen and basically getting shit all the way through she actually doesn't even *want* it? I mean the thing is, dany imo (in the books) seemed more at ease/happiest/filling out a role she seemed cut for when she was a *khaleesi*, not when she was ruling, and for a khaleesi she was a++++ because she was very forward thinking, did away with most of the worse stuff in her khalasar and was actually doing some seriously nice enlightened sort of revolution differently from how it went in mereen, so like... my eventual endgame theory is that she goes back to essos to actually be the enlightened full-time khaleesi that essos deserves and making good use of what she learned while jon picks the pieces up in westeros and comes to term with being the only fantasy hero in existence who didn't want to be king at all and ended up there anyway and has to make it work

ALSO: my pet sorta wishful thinking theory re jon is that given that westeros will be a post-apocalypse mess in shambles with most previously powerful lords being either dead or done for and with a complete new system and in which most people will have been through too many wars, zombies and so on to give a fuck, jon could actually rule as *jon snow* rather than jon targaryen or stark (which imo is the name he’d take for himself if he had to choose) without getting married and continuing the dynasty and then after he dies after fixing what he could and putting things on the right way, the seven kingdoms secede, the throne gets destroyed (if jon doesn’t do it before) and they go back to being independent. like, I’m very much aware that it’s not very likely but idk IT MAKES SENSE TO ME THEMATICALLY OKAY? *shrug*

other characters and the likes:

people who are absolutely toast: cersei, the boltons, euron/victarion, lady stoneheart, the elder clegane and someone in dany’s retinue are goners, same as (SADLY FOR ME) aegon/jonc. jonc is definitely dying of grayscale unless what happens in the show with sam and jorah happens to him but I highly doubt that, aegon’s dying while going against the others or anyway after they all join up with dany and then someone else (possibly tyrion since grrm said that not all of the heads of the dragon have to be targ) takes his place. anyway, both goners. very sadly for me. tommen is also a dead man walking, either how it happened in the show or some other way but nope. myrcella might be but I’d like to think being in dorne and grrm not wanting to kill everybody in dorne because BUDGET might be her ticket to salvation, but I’m on the fence. hodor is also sadly dying most probably because the way they did in the show was too clever and well-done to be out of d&d’s imagination. at this point shireen is also most probably dying tho NOT HOW IT HAPPENED IN THE SHOW DAMN IT. stoneheart is dying because brienne kills her to save jaime and she becomes her aerys THIS IS MY PET THEORY OF THEORIES GRRM WILL HAVE TO PRY IT AWAY FROM ME. lf is definitely dying either thrown out of the moon door or some other way but he’s toast. also most freys are 100% toast.

people I’m definitely on the fence about: stannis - I’m sort of thinking he might die but I’m not 100% sure and anyway if he does it won’t be like in the bloody show, jaime (I thought he was kinda headed for the heroic death in the beginning but now I’m starting to think he has some chances of pulling through I really hope he does tbh), meera, the decent people at the wall (I mean some are gonna die when the zombies inevitably pass but I hope they don’t), jorah (not enough elements to decide sorry), blackfish & jeyne poole (same as above), sand snakes.

meanwhile, main people I’m definitely sure are living + their endgames for the ones I have endgames for:

the living starks are staying alive. sansa eventually ends up as rickon’s regent and bran is going to have some luke skywalker moment where he has to decide if he wants to go darkside or not and then obviously decides not to, but eventually renounces being the three-eyed raven the way the previous one had and rejoins the living. arya stays in WF or goes with jon to KL when he inevitably does - could be in his kingsguard or she can stay in WF and help sansa out. (on the fence re gendr/ya happening - might be, might not.) sandor ends up as sansa’s sworn shield at least.

brienne definitely makes out of it alive after fighting the white walkers at the wall with everyone else who had managed to get there. if jaime hasn’t died in front of her while fighting the white walkers (if he dies that’s how I see him going, and anyway they totally will have hooked up before I 100% believe that) they’re going back to tarth together, if not she goes there alone and proceeds to be the awesome person she is. (I said bitter*sweet* before right? I think she has a good shot at the sweet part.)

arianne gets her throne in dorne ofc

tyrion gets casterly rock while tywin rolls in his grave because I doubt he’d go to essos with dany AS PER MY HEADCANON BEFORE

sam gets his maester’s chain but eventually goes on to be jon’s right hand wherever jon ends up (I think in KL so XD hey THE CURRENT ARCHMAESTER IS DEAD)

if margaery survives (before the show I’d have bet on it, now I’m not so sure) she’s ending up in a way more demoted position than she is rn but anyway some tyrell’s gonna live - I don’t think loras might be one tho

davos is definitely surviving - if he doesn’t end up tied with anyone same as he’s in the show (I mean if he REALLY became jon’s hand of the king I’d die of happiness but idk how likely it is) - he’s coming back home a-la sam in lotr, like ‘hey marya I’m home’ 

theon and asha are definitely not dying. asha is eventually ruling the iron islands somewhat. about theon I’m not sure because I don’t have enough elements to decide if he’s going back to the islands (doubtful) or staying north (maybe) but anyway theon’s surviving that shit. he didn’t have the mother of all abuse survivor recovery storylines to die just when he can get to live without anyone breathing down his neck and trying to force his alliances. like I’m 100% sure theon doesn’t die it’s the one thing I’d bet actual money on after canon jb lol

varys is probably gonna live because he’s too smart not to

edmure is surviving and getting riverrun but he and roslin prob won’t separate so he also gets the twins or something along that line of thinking

I’m sure I prob. forgot someone but that’s the main lines of it I think XD let’s see how wrong am I if these books actually see the light of day

btw this is all based on book canon, on the show I have no fucking clue anymore #rip