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let me fill you up | Jaime Lannister x F!Targaryen reader

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Pairing: Jaime Lannister x F!Targaryen reader

Summary: You, a Targaryen princess were married into the Lannister fold to ensure the alliance between the two houses, ensuring your eldest brother’s claim to the Iron Throne. Now, Lord Jaime makes your days filled with happiness and makes you eager to present him babies.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: rhaegar wins AU, no targcest, smuff, fluff, breeding kink, praising kink, a lot of pet names (sweet girl, princess, love), reader has no physical description besides the silvery white targaryen hair, creampie, oral (f receiving), a very devoted husband commited to your pleasure, smut, sex;

a/n: Happy new year! I had posted I wanted to write something like that and it's been a while since I want to write something other than holy and heathen because I must admit I'm not very satisfied with what I've been writing lately. Some validation kudos, comments and reblogs would be very important to me, seriously :') I’ve been thinking in turning this into a small series but I’m not so sure. Could you give me your thoughts on this too? please, enjoy your reading!

Taglist: @princessanglophile @hiroikegawa @hiraethrhapsody

You are sitting surrounded by your maids and children on a breezy night, covered with a fur coat and a crimson silk dress under it. Attentively, you go stitch by stitch and slowly form a lion, sigil of your husband’s house. Ever since Robert’s Rebellion ended and your brother, King Rhaegar Targaryen won, you became promised to the former knight of the Kingsguard, now Lord Jaime Lannister. Life in the lion’s den was not difficult, once Lord Tywin treated her with the most kindness and Jaime was still coming out of his shell. At first, he was your sworn sword in King’s Landing and spent plenty of time together in an unbalanced relationship. Now, you two are sharing a bed after a tumultuous year of war and destruction, as equals. In the beginning, you were sceptical about marrying into the Lannister household, but as the months went by, you found yourself drowned at him. Jaime is careful, gentle and kind. He brings you a small dandelion every morning once he knows it reminds you of home.

His only quirk was the strange attachment to his sister, Lady Cersei. But after being sent to Dorne to marry Prince Oberyn of House Martell and getting distant from each other, your relationship with your husband seemed to finally thrive.

“It appears to be beautiful, my lady.” Said one of her maids, taking care of your youngest son, a small silvery blonde figure of two years of age.

“A bright lion handkerchief for Jaime to carry with him.” You reply, admiring your piece of work. “Do you believe your father will like it, sweetling?” You then ask your eldest daughter, an adorable child of four. Your daughter eagerly nods her head and wraps her hands around one of your fingers to pull the fabric closer to her eyes.

“Dada will love it, mama!” The little one exclaimed, spinning around with the kerchief on her tiny hands.

“What will I love, if I’m allowed to ask?” A tall, blonde figure shows up in your private bedchambers, wearing a classic Westerland attire with a crimson fabric and intricate strings of gold shaped into the sleeves and collar. You smile sweetly to Jaime as he approaches you and grabs your middle child to hold in his arms.

“Papa!” The blonde little girl runs towards her father to embrace his legs and your maids stand up to bow to their lord.

“Have you missed me, dear?” Jaime asked and the fussy children eagerly nodded at him, embracing their father even more. Sometimes, seeing Jaime being so loving and kind towards your children simply melted your heart. You felt the urgency to kiss him and dig your fingers onto his bright hair, begging him for another child. Your cunt ached in pleasure to the thought of Jaime pumping his seed inside of you. You were still young and could bear many more children.

“Mm-rrhm…” You scoffed. “I have missed you too, husband.”

The three children giggled and the child on his arms hid his face on the crook of Jaime’s neck. The eldest covered her laugh with her tiny hands and the youngest beamed along their siblings. Jaime came closer to you and caressed your cheeks with his free hand. Then, a single and gentle kiss he places over your forehead, making your heart flutters with love and passion.

“I have missed you too, my love.” Jaime said, passing his fingertips on your chin and smiling at you.

Your maids quickly stood up and bowed at their overlord as a sign of respect. “Excuse me, my lord, my lady,” Said the servant girl. “Let us take the children so you can rest.”

“But I want to stay with papa!” Said the elder daughter, pouting and crossing her arms. The other two children whined and complained along, but you lowered into their level whilst Jaime talked to the youngest on his arm.

“Sweetlings,” She said, caressing their cheeks. “Your father is rather tired after riding for so long. Go with her, I promise you, your siblings, me and your father will have plenty of time together on the morrow. Is that understood, my loves?”

“I can take you to ride a horse tomorrow and even let you eat lemon cakes before super. What do you think?” Jaime asked, delivering the fussy child from his arms to the other maid. In unison, the three infants agreed and left disappointed. Once you and your husband were alone in your bedchambers, Jaime smiled at you gallantly. You embrace him intimately and are finally able to feel the warmth of his muscular body and feel the softness of his golden hair. His lips reach yours and in a whirlwind of sensations, your cunt is already dripping in anticipation just by a simple touch coming from him. Once he breaks the kiss, he keeps holding you by your waist and gazing at you with admiration.

“You have been gone for too long, love.” You say, passing your fingertips on his lips. He smiles and gives you a peck on the lips before speaking.

“I had duties with your brother, Our Grace King Rhaegar, sweet girl.” Jaime replies, pulling her out gently and grabbing the fabric she embroidered for him.

“I hope you like it, I made it just for you.” You point out, joining your hands to follow him. He keeps smiling as he observes attentively the intricate work you did.

“I shall cherish it and take it wherever I go, dragon princess.” He replied, folding and putting the kerchief in one of his pockets. You giggle as you hear him calling you ‘dragon princess’, a custom he chose to never abandon as a form to remember the late days of their relationship “I wish I had more time to be around and play with the children, I have been missing them and you.”

“They made drawings every day and left it on your desk at your office.” You reply, walking to the window and being followed by him.

“I will make sure to have them guarded in our chambers. Safe as our gold.” He says, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck lightly. You beam in ecstasy feeling his body smother you into a comforting embrace and full missing him.

“Sometimes I still cannot believe we are wedded to each other. You were my sworn shield in King’s Landing!” You exclaim as his hand caresses your empty belly and it tingles by his touch. He grins at your words and says.

“Most people are not so lucky to know your spouse before the wedding day. I consider myself the most lucky man in the world because I could be in your acquaintance from so long ago.” He replies, falling his head on the crook of your neck.

You turn around to be face to face with Jaime, feeling the cold breeze of the rock hitting your back and giving you small shocks as Jaime caresses your back, making you experience a thermal shock and shudder to his touch.

“I feel very lucky to be your wife, Jaime. Most women are not so fortunate to have such a kind, loving and handsome husband.” You mutter as he strokes your hair, in awe with your beauty.

“I guess we are fortunate to be together after so many troubles in war. We even brought new lives into this world to paint a new, brightful history.” He replies, caressing your womb. You stare at his fingers passing up and down your belly and glances at him with a sweet smile.

“And we could have more, love. I must admit I feel empty for so long and I want to give you more children… I know I can give you an entire army of your own. Half lion, half dragon. Unstoppable creatures.”

“You feel empty, love?” He asks, smirking and you eagerly agree with him. “Then allow me to fill you up…” Jaime finished, slowly undoing the intricate laces of your dress to reveal your bare skin under the crimson fabric. In response, you open his attire slowly and little by little his white tunic appears to her eyes.

By this point, your cunt is already sore in anticipation for the moment about to happen and clenches around nothing once he pushes the last section of string holding your garment, releasing you from the pressure tightening your upper body. Jaime pushes down your dress and your underwear is now on display for him, which makes him bite his lip and eagerly take down your white camisole to show him your bare body. You moan as he squeezes your breast and pinches your nipples whilst kissing you. You quickly take off his own undershirt to show off his chest.

“So eager is my dragon princess.” He playfully says, leading you to bed and carefully laying you down. With devotion, he starts to kiss your feet, legs and knees, his hands roaming through your thighs and hips. “Spread your legs for me, little dragon.”

You part your legs, obeying his soft command. “So wet… I can see you truly missed me, my love.” He says, kissing your inner thighs as your body squirms in pleasure before he reaches your intimacy.

“Oh… I have missed you so much, my lion.” You moan your words as he kisses your groyne and passes his fingers lightly over your clit, making your womb tremble and convulse to his touch.

“I can see that, just as I missed you, my dragon princess. Do I have permission to give you a lord’s kiss?” He asks and you only nod in response, making Jaime wet his lips with his own saliva before diving into your dripping core and you to scream involuntarily as his tongue and lips eat you up with full desire. Jaime circles his tongue around your clit and roam around your entire intimacy, making your hips bounce onto his direction. It was his costume to make you come every time before he would be inside of you, now could not be different.

You feel your body explode as if someone threw you into dragon fire as Jaime relentlessly pleases you, making magic with his tongue. Skillfully, he explores your intimate area inch by inch with eagerness, making you dig your fingers on his golden curls, pulling him closer to your cunt and you contorses your body urging for more. Tears of pleasure fall off as you feel goosebumps once you realise you are close to your climax.

As the intensity builds, Jaime's movements become more deliberate, pushing you closer to the edge of bliss. Your breath hitches, and your fingers entwine in his golden locks, urging him on. The world narrows down to the pleasure he provides, the connection between you deepening with every passing moment.

When the climax finally crashes over you, Jaime doesn't relent. He continues to caress your sensitive core with his tongue, prolonging the sweet release. Your body shudders with pleasure, and you feel the bond between you and Jaime reaching new heights.

“Husband…” You try to stop him and give yourself some time to take a breath, but Jaime does not back off and part your legs once more, holding it as he keeps licking, kissing and sucking your pussy.

“No no, wife… let me please you and bring you to climax once more…” He cuts your words and gently goes back, but now he plays with his fingers on your clit, with far less pressure and slowly draws circles around it, taking soft moans from you. Jaime rises to hover over you, a wicked glint in his eyes. His fingers trace patterns on your flushed skin as he leans in for a heated kiss, allowing you to taste the remnants of your own pleasure on his lips. “Taste yourself, love.”

And not so long after, you scream his name as you feel waves of pleasure hitting your body as a lightning bolt hits the ground in a storm. Your body is trembling and your legs seem to be two wooden sticks, barely able to stand.

“Please… inside of me, Jaime… I need you…” You plead with him, pulling his body to be on top of yours.

“Your wish is my command, princess.” He replies, kissing you passionately once more and positioning between your legs. Jaime's eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. The anticipation was hanging heavy in the air, your bodies aligned perfectly, and as he slowly entered you, a shared moan escaped both of your lips.

The sensation is electrifying, the culmination of the pleasure he bestowed upon you and the intimate connection between your bodies. Jaime moves with a rhythmic precision, each thrust deepening the bond that exists only between you two.

“My perfect princess takes me so well…” He grows as thrusts into you going back and forth nonstop. You lock him by involving your legs around his waist and feeling his hard cock entering your cunt in full force, reaching your cervix and making you beg for more in his ear.

The room echoes with the sounds of your shared ecstasy, a symphony of pleasure that reverberates through the stone walls. The flickering candlelight casts shadows that dance across your entwined bodies, creating a tapestry of love and passion.

“Put another babe on my belly Ser, please…” You beg him as moans leave your mouth and the sound of crashing bodies fill the room quickly.

“With pleasure, love…” He says once more. Jaime moves with a rhythmic precision, each thrust deeper inside of your pussy in farfetched positions. He missed you too much after months away from you and it shows by the way he kisses you as he moves desperately to have more of mounting his dragon. The room echoes with the sounds of your shared passion, a symphony of pleasure that reverberates through the stone walls. The flickering candlelight casts shadows that dance across your entwined bodies. As Jaime's movements become faster, the pleasure intensifies, and you find yourself on the verge of another climax. The pleasure is overwhelming, and your bodies move in perfect harmony.

With a final, fervent thrust, Jaime succumbs to the ecstasy and releases his seed deep inside of your womb, growling and grunting with relief and utter bliss. You hit your own orgasm as you feel the warm jets of his seed invading your walls and your body squirm and you scream his name, crying out.

Your bodies tremble in the aftermath, and he collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms. The room is filled with a comforting silence as you both catch your breath. Jaime's fingers gently trace patterns on your skin as you bask in the warmth of the afterglow. “Do you think we created one more life for our household, love?” You ask him, laying your head on his chest. The world outside your chambers seems distant, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, lost in the serenity of each other's embrace.

“Depending on your fertile womb, my love, I have no doubts you are.” He replies, caressing your silvery white hair. “But we must endure in our pursuit on a daily routine. Just to make sure our fourth babe is on the way.” He playfully replies, smirking at you, who mischievously smiles back at him and kisses his lips, wiping some strings of sweat from his face.

Jaime presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice a soothing murmur, "I love you, my dragon princess."

And you, wrapped in the arms of the man you love, whisper back, "And I love you, my lion shield."

[countrymusiclover]

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

Robert Baratheon believes he has wiped out the last Targaryen children, but what if that isn't the case. What if Jaime Lannister who everyone refers to as "Kingslayer" had a hand in it. Would the middle daughter of the Mad King and Rhaella Targaryen wish to claim the Iron Throne. Read the story of Vaella Targaryen.

1 - The Lannister Kingsguard

2 - One Day It'll Be Just You and Me

3 - The Reputation Of A Princess

4 - We Have A Thing For Knights Don’t We?

5 - Tavern to Red Keep

6 - Here's to Aerys Targaryen

7 - Smells like Fire

8 - We're Family Now and Always

9 - Secretly Vaella Lannister

10 - Still A Golden Lion

11 - He’s Finally Mine

12 - Guilty of being a Dwarf

13 - Facing Cersei Lannister

14 - Targaryen’s and Lannister’s

15 - This is Home

16 - The Loyalty of Dragons

17 - Myrcella Lannister

18 - The Rock Shall Never Fall

19 - Targaryen Sisters Finally Clash

20 - Back to being a Prisoner

21 - The Lannister Trials

22 - More than One Plan

23 - The Legacy of Rhaegar

24 - When Dragons Flew to War

25 - The Dragon Island

26 - Playing the Game Now

27 - War Between Kin

28 - Loyalists of Queen Vaella

29 - Two Dragon Queens

30 - The King in the North

31 - Who Really Deserves The Throne

32 - Message of a Dragon

33 - Dragon vs Dragon

34 - From the South to the North

35 - Acting Like Our Father

36 - Heirs of the Rock or Throne

37 - The Night King part 1

38 - The Night King part 2

39 - Winterfell Celebration

40 - Rhaegar and Lyanna’s Child

41 - No Longer A Bastard

42 - All the Dragons Roar

43 - The People of King's Landing

44 - Securing the City

45 - The Rightful Queen

46 - Creating the new Westeros

47 - The Rightful Heir

48 - History Sometimes Repeats Itself

49 - The Realm Will Be Better

50 - Uniting North and South

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[ashblooddragons]

When The Lion Met The Dragon

Summary: The Rebellion is on Rhaegars footstep, and he needs Allies, it was a obvious choice to turn to the Lannisters for their gold and formidable army. All he had to do was choose between Lord Tywins Daughters two of the great beauty's of history, Cersei a beautiful woman though very full of herself and cruel to others. Or her little sister, Myranda his late wife's lady in waiting and best friend who seems to despise him. In the end he must pick the lesser of two evils and do his duty as always, but what if his duty turns to fondness, and his fondness to love, and his love to obsession? Read to find out the story of Myranda and Rhaegar!"

This is the last installment of The Red Queen Au! I hope you all have enjoyed or will enjoy the ride!

Coming soon!!!!

Special thanks to @sugutoad for making the header for this fic!! I swear I'd be lost without you girly!!

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“a princess she was, but a girl all the same; and was it truly so terrible for a girl to simply be just a girl? why couldn’t she have a childhood like all the rest? why couldn’t she read stories and dream of knights and love whomever she wished? why couldn’t she be happy too?”

- rhaenyra, act ii, tdod

ser arthur dayne may have sworn his sword and life to his king, but it was the sweet princess he swore his heart to. some whispered not even the stranger themself could break such a promise. how cruel the gods can be.

always a melancholic prince, rhaegar seemed to create grief itself when none could find the silver princess. his sister. his twin. he loved her, and she swore she loved him. and yet, gone. dead, he thought she must be. and madness would follow.

appointed by the mad king himself, jaime lannister was her guard, if only to ensure she never left the red keep again. the last time any had seen the dragon princess and the young lion together, there was no love lost between them. what reason could the king ever have to worry? young jaime shadowed rhaenyra’s every step, but he was just a knight of the kingsguard, and she was just a lone princess.

[lemoncakesandwine]

Small Council members during the beginning of the reign of King Rhaegar I Targaryen

Hand of the King – Lord Tywin Lannister

Grand Maester – Grand Maester Pycelle

Master of Coin – Lord Haran Nestyris of Braavos

Master of Laws – Lord Hoster Tully

Master of Ships & Lord Admiral– Lord Paxter Redwyne

Master of Whisperers – Lord Varys

Lord Commander of the Kingsguard – Ser Barristan Selmy

[maelisdrafts]

Our Secret Garden - Prologue

An Oberyn Martell x f!oc fiction

Synopsis:

This is the tale of two souls as different as fire and ice, snow and sand—two opposites who seem destined never to coexist. How could they ever find harmony? The odds are stacked against them, their differences insurmountable. Yet, every so often, Fate steps in with a twist, transforming the impossible into reality. After all, even the harshest deserts have, on rare occasions, been graced by snow. And sometimes, against all logic, opposites don’t just attract—they create something extraordinary.

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Oberyn I - 279 AC

Oberyn always thrived in big crowds. He loved the loudness and the attention that came with it. However, tonight, he couldn’t find it in himself to enjoy the party. He should have been happy; after all, it was his dear sister’s wedding to a prince—a match only little girls dared to dream of. But that was exactly the problem. Elia was now married to Prince Rhaegar, the Mad King’s son. And now, his sister was to live in King’s Landing, surrounded by danger, while he and his brother remained in Dorne, the sea separating them.

Oberyn was worried, and he couldn’t do anything about it. In the middle of the room, Elia was dancing in the arms of her husband, a wide smile decorating her face. She was glowing. The marriage was sealed, the vows had been said, and yet Oberyn couldn’t help but feel as though he had failed his little sister—the one he had sworn to protect many moons ago.

With his head lost in thoughts, Oberyn moved towards the gardens. He needed to get away from the overwhelming sounds he usually enjoyed so much. Once outside, the loudness faded, and finally, he could breathe. He looked around him.

“How disappointing,” he thought. These royal gardens were nothing compared to the Water Gardens waiting for him in Dorne. How he wished he could go back in time, back to when Elia and he would spend endless hours watching the night sky and admiring the stars.

He started walking away from the castle, stopping in front of a fountain. Atop it stood a dragon, an eternal reminder of the ruling family that had just taken the most important part of him away. After glaring at the statue for gods know how long, he finally tore his gaze away and began walking deeper into the garden, farther from the celebrations.

As he looked around carelessly, his eyes stopped on the bushes at the far end of the gardens. As he inspected it a bit closer, he noticed an opening breaking the perfect symmetry of the vegetation. Oberyn glanced back at the party. It likely wouldn’t end until the early hours of the morning, and it was barely past midnight. He figured he had time for a small excursion. Besides, he was too intrigued to walk away.

Was it curiosity driving him, or perhaps the wine? He knew he had indulged in one too many glasses, clouding his better judgment. But he didn't care. He needed that distraction.

Hesitantly, the newly titled prince approached the opening. Once he stood next to it, he noted that the top of the gap reached just a bit higher than his thighs. He looked down at his attire: a yellow robe, the color of his house, similar to the ones he wore back home, except for the intricate golden details sewn to form little suns stabbed by spears—the symbols of House Martell. On his belt, instead of a simple loop, there was the head of a viper with rubies for eyes. His clothes must have taken an incredible amount of time to craft, yet despite his respect for the robe’s makers, he felt no guilt as he lowered himself to the ground. Curiosity had won.

But was it really curiosity fueling his actions, or was it his need to escape his reality, to keep his mind occupied with something—anything—else? He didn’t know, and truthfully, it didn’t matter.

As he crossed the threshold, his eyes widened at the scene unfolding before him. Bathed in moonlight, at the heart of a small clearing, stood a gazebo crafted delicately from the finest metal. Vegetation had taken over, with the reddest flowers he had ever seen climbing over its roof. In the background, at the bottom of the cliff that marked the garden’s edge, the relentless sea crashed against the shore, creating an ethereal rhythm.

As Oberyn drew closer to the intricate structure, he noticed a statue standing between the gazebo and the abyss. Intrigued, he walked toward it. The statue depicted a woman, carved so realistically it seemed as if she might move at any moment.

A soft breeze began, likely stirred by the waves, guided by the moon.

Oberyn stopped breathing.

The woman, whom he had thought carved from the most exquisite marble, came to life. It started with her hair, gently swayed by the wind, then her arms, which moved to wrap around her body to shield herself from the chill.

Oberyn, as if in a trance, took a step forward—and accidentally made his presence known as his foot snapped a twig beneath it.

Startled by the sound, the woman turned to face him. The young prince froze.

Their eyes met, and he couldn’t help but think that the lady before him, with her startled, doe-like gaze, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her skin was pearly white, perfectly complemented by her dress, which seemed to glow under the moonlight. Her hair was the darkest shade of black, deeper than a night devoid of stars and moon. And her lips… gods, her lips. The red flowers adorning the gazebo paled in comparison.

Her chestnut eyes were locked on his, and all he could do was pray they would never look away. Why were the gods granting him this sight? He couldn’t comprehend it. This, surely, must be the heavens so many longed for.

As he marvelled at her beauty, he heard the most enchanting sound—a voice more divine than the intricate melodies played at the party.

“Who are you?” she asked, her words carried on the breeze.

“Oberyn Martell,” he answered after a pause, stumbling over his words under the weight of her gaze. “Who are you?” he asked in return, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

The breeze carried his question to her, and once more, she spoke:

“Eira Stark.”

[inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800]

Argument: the three lion's wives

Aerys II's eagerness to obtain more children causes the call of sorcerers and wizards of Essos for the concern of his sister wife Rhaella. After several miscarriages and the king's growing madness, he has decided on a drastic decision: to sacrifice his wife's womb for what do you know what? Meanwhile, Daenerys, the youngest Targaryen, worried about the state of her dearest sister, has arrived in King's Landing, but not alone, but accompanied by the young Tywin Lannister and his fiancée, Joanna. Together, they will discover the dragon's rebirth…no.

The Lannister rebirth.

[vigilante24ish]

The Shadow Queen of Tywin Lannister

Summary:

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question, marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King’s younger sister.

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Pairing: Fem!OC x Tywin Lannister Chapter Warnings: None

Previous - Chapter 14: Meeting the Lion Cubs Next - Chapter 16: Crossing the Line, part 1

Chapter 15: Tourney at Lannisport

726 AC – King’s Landing – CrownLands – Seat of Power: Aerys II Targaryen

After the morning when Visenya broke fast with Tywin and his family, the meeting was repeated quite a few times over the course of the year.

Tyrion kept staring at her every single time, Jamie seemed to be happy having her around, and even Cersei seemed to tolerate her more.

There was something about her presence and her willingness to answer their questions that offered a sense of normality to everyone.

Tywin could not remember when it was the last time they dined without awkward silence or when the kids seemed to be interested in someone outside of their family.

Visenya also seemed to be natural with the kids; her smile came more naturally when she was around them, and even Kevan seemed to enjoy her company. Tywin often observed and studied her as she remained the epitome of etiquette and manners but also had this motherly side, which surprisingly worked on his kids.

The year passed, and by the beginning of the next, Queen Rhaella had given birth to yet another boy. Aerys was ecstatic, but his happiness was not measurable with the happy news.

Visenya was relieved that her sister was healthy and survived the birthing process. The boy, who was named Viserys, seemed to have taken her soft features.

She leaned over the cradle, watching the thin but healthy baby as he slept. His tiny hands held on her index finger, holding with quite a grip.

The Dragon Princess watched him sleep, smiling all the time as she memorised every little feature of the baby. Her sister sat on a chair, resting her body after feeding her baby.

Aerys had been rather protective of the baby, especially after all those miscarriages and had put a guard above the crib 24/7. Even Rhaella was not allowed to be alone with the baby; of course, neither was Visenya.

"He has your eyes", the Princess commented as she gently rocked the cradle.

The guard was stationed by the door, his eyes always locked on their form as if they would murder the baby while it slept.

Rhaella smiled and enjoyed watching them, knowing Visenya didn't truly have much time or chance to be with her family.

"I know, and I am sure he looks like me, although I do fear he will take after Aerys when he grows up; hopefully only in appearance", she confessed, her voice low from exhaustion, dark circles under her eyes.

Visenya glanced in her direction. "He will, but not as much. Your features will also be visible," she said, making her sister look her way with a knowing look. A mental question was in her mind, and her younger sister knew what it was. "Yes," she answered her. "He will wear your crown, you will give it to him and he will carry it with pride" she explained, being as vague as possible due to the guard present in the room.

Her words seemed to reassure Rhaella, whose body relaxed more on the chair while Visenya turned to focus back on the baby.

"He likes you," the Queen pointed out. "Doubt there is any kid that doesn't."

Visenya lifted an eyebrow and looked back at her sister. "You speak as if you know something I don't," she told her.

Rhaella gave a weak smirk. "Certain blond children to jog your memory", she explained, always careful not to give away too much.

The youngest woman had told her sister about the times she dined with Tywin and his children, and the pregnant Queen was more than happy to hear the news since Aerys had her locked up in her room for "protection," as he would justify it.

Rolling her eyes, the Princess replied nonetheless. "It's nothing. The kids ask questions, and I do not mind answering them. They seem to enjoy it, and he doesn't seem to mind either,"

Rhaella listened. "What about you, though? Do you enjoy it?"

Visenya could not lie, and she smiled faintly at the memories. She adverted her eyes to the sleeping baby. "It is a refreshing change. The kids are intelligent, and I can see that the presence of another woman affects them."

"What about children of your own? You still haven't found anyone to settle?"

For a moment, Visenya's mind brought up an image of Tywin, but she quickly shook her head and suppressed that image. "No, and I doubt I will. The realm needs guidance and stability for Rhaegar to eventually take over. This is far more important."

Rhaella let out a sigh. Sometimes, her younger sister was too serious for her good. She spoke about the good of the realm and spent her time dealing with everything other than her happiness.

An idea suddenly popped into her mind, the twinkle of amusement glowing in her violet eyes. "What about a certain...lion?" She whispered the last word, making her sister wie her head faster than ever.

Immediately, Visenya went to the defensive. "He is a widowed man, sister. He has too many things on his plate already, and I know the kids won't accept me either," she said, never realizing that she never denied her part.

She spoke of him and him alone, denying anything about her liking the idea or having feelings for him. Rhaella took notice of all those things and realised that her sister had feelings for the Hand of the King.

Based on how often he asked to dine with her, she suspected that Tywin had something more in mind than just Normal partnership or friendship. While she did not know him very well, she could see he was a reserved but lonely man.

A man who once tasted Love, but then it was taken for him. Per his nature, he yearned for that connection again after getting a taste of it.

But at the same time, he was not one to express his desires and simply buried himself in work; ironically, that sounded very similar to a Targaryen she knew.

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Lannisport – WesternLands

Aerys was so happy with the birth of Viserys that he ordered Tywin to organize the biggest Tourney yet to celebrate the second Targaryen boy born into the Royal Family, but this time in Lannisport. As he was instructed, the loyal Hand of the King did exactly that, despite what he truly thought.

On the day of the Jousting Tournament, the stands were filled with Nobles from all of the great families, whether big or small. Many had their sons entering the tournament since they were of the right age to compete.

The Main Royal Booth was created and placed with a great view of the Jousting Arena, while comfortable chairs were placed for special guests. Rhaella and baby Viserys had remained in King’s Landing while Crown Prince Rhaegar had chosen to participate in the tourney,

This left the booth to be occupied by Steffon Baratheon, his wife Cassana Esternont and their two children, Robert and Stannis, ages 10 & 4 and 10 & 2, respectively. Aerys and Visenya were present from the Targaryen Royal Family, and Tywin brought his three children to observe.

When the King showed his face, the crowd cheered, but when Tywin did, the crowd went wild. Twice as loud did they cheer for the Hand of the King and their Lord, angering the current King. To his surprise and later jealousy, even Visenya seemed to receive extensive prayers from the common folk.

He had noticed that even the Lannister Soldiers treated her differently, more special than they should, and he did not like it at all.

Eventually, the time for the Tournament began, and everyone’s attention was on the competing knights. Many of Tywin’s best, including his brothers Kevan and Gerion, had also participated, but so did Rhaegar.

The charming prince had been freshly knighted and had also drawn the love of the crowd, the people cheering for him while many young ladies seemed to be smitten by his charming looks, Cersei Lannister included.

The Young Prince looked charming as ever, straight out of a children’s book, as he rode his brown mare towards the royal booth. “Dear Aunt, may I have your favour?” he asked, lifting his jousting lance towards the booth.

His actions amused Visenya, who graced him with a smile. “You may,” she said and stood up, her dark purple dress having faint jewels at the edges of her sleeves, collarbone and endings that reflected the bright sun. Her hair had been half pulled up into an elegant bun, her neck bare of any jewellery, but many felt it was not truly needed with her beauty.

She picked up a bloody red Favour and gently placed it at the tip of the lance, allowing it to fall all the way to the handle.

Rhaegar gave a pearly white smile at her and the rest of the booth before he galloped to face his first opponent. As Visenya sat down, she noticed how Cersei, who had been seated next to her, let out a heavy sigh.

One did not have to be clever to realize that the young Lannister, barely 10, was smitten by the Crown Prince like many women and young girls before her. This amused her, and she would not mind seeing a future alliance between their houses with Cersei as Queen next to Rhaegar.

The Tourney started, and Rhaegar seemed unstoppable. He defeated every opponent he had faced, including Tywin’s men and brothers. His victory was an unbreakable streak, and that caused talk among many nobles and common folk alike.

“The Prince is unbeatable, am telling you.”

“I say it is the favour of the Princess that does all the job.”

“She must be a lucky woman. Her presence helped defeat the Silver Lions a year ago.”

“I heard that she planned everything on her own and not the King.”

Of course, gossip and talk were never only one-sided. Many, especially ladies, had chosen to also bring up Visenya in their conversations, but it was not meant for praising.

“Did you hear? She is 6 and 20 years old and still unmarried”

“I heard that she had been turning down suitors for years”

“She is growing old. Soon, no man will want her no matter who her brother is”

"Maybe she is barren and doesn't want the world to know."

"Can you imagine a woman unable to produce kids?"

The chatting continued, and the word spread about Visenya’s luck and strategic intelligence. The word kept spreading, barely reaching the royal booth, and none truly seemed to pay attention, except for Tywin.

Visenya was fully focused on her nephew, whom she had personally helped train for the Tourney. She held her head high in pride, her eyes not hiding the satisfaction she felt upon seeing her training being key in the many victories of Rhaegar.

His final opponent was Ser Arthur Dayne of the Kingsguard, and while in the first round, none fell off the horse, the same could not be said for the second round. The experienced knight managed to unsaddle the Crown Prince and put an end to his winning streak.

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The very same night, a feast was held in honour of the royal family, and it took place on the wall of Casterly Rock.

Visenya was more than happy to be back, having missed the view and the silence of the place, although that silence did not exist with how loud her brother and the rest of the nobles were.

Aerys did not try to hide his roaming eyes, flirting with other women and even man-handling some female servants, as if his wife did not wait for him back at King’s Landing.

Unfortunately, such incidents were very common with him and the number of mistresses was lost by now, even to Visenya.

The full attention of the crowd got Rhaegar, who had sat by a harp and started to play one of his songs. His sweet and trained voice had many entranced and even managed to bring tears to Cersei Lannister herself, who felt her heart beating faster once their eyes locked for a moment.

While Rhaegar was busy performing, Visenya had grabbed the chance to leave the feast. Instead, she had walked herself to the same balcony she had been 1 year ago.

This time, with a cloak to protect her against the winds, she leaned on the marble railing and tried to focus on the sound of the crashing waves, the salty smell being welcomed by her senses.

Her disappearance was noticed by Tywin, who soon had excused himself and had followed after her. He did not have to, for he knew where she would go, and his guess was not wrong.

He stood by the balcony doors for a moment, observing silently her form. Her dark purple dress was pressed against her body by the winds, her white hair loosely swaying behind her, leaving the perfect skin of her neck to be exposed.

Her hands were held stable against the marble railing, and her eyes were peacefully closed. Without a care about the crashing waves, she stood like a mighty goddess as droplets were sprayed upon her form like blessings from the Gods themselves.

She looked mesmerizing, and at that moment, Tywin just found himself observing her, savouring her with his eyes in this perfect pose. He noticed how faintly her back had been arched and how perfect her skin looked under the moonlight and the faint light of the torches.

Eventually, she seemed to sense his presence, for her tempting pink lips curved upwards into her charming smirk. “Took you long enough to come, My Lord,” she said, paraphrasing his words from the Library.

This amused him, and he gained control of his body once again. With confident steps, he quickly covered the distance between them as he stood by her side, with green eyes looking ahead at the darkened horizon.

“I did not wish to disturb you, Princess. I do understand the need for some peace,” he said.

She kept the smirk and opened her unique amber eyes. “I did not doubt that. It is odd that we are back here but not as we had planned it,” she confessed, remembering how Tywin had promised to take her with him the next time he returned to his ancestral home.

“Indeed, but that does not mean we will not visit again,” he said, earning her attention as her eyes moved to keep him in her eyesight. “I have been thinking of a proposal that I wish to bring forth to the King, mayhap tomorrow while we break the morning fast.”

The word proposal alone made Visenya’s heart increase its beating rate, her usual logical mind rushing to emotional conclusions that were unlike her. Yet, she kept her composure and played along, reminding herself to be patient and ask for more details.

“A proposal between whom, if I may ask?”

Tywin not once stopped looking at the horizon, hands behind his back. “Between your nephew Rhaegar and my firstborn, Cersei. I can see she is infatuated with him, and I do believe an arrangement between our houses would be beneficial.”

Visenya did not hide her disappointment, especially once she realised that if such a wedding would take place, there would be no reason or even opening for them to wed as well. She mentally scolded herself for thinking so selfishly and forced her mind to think of it logically.

Rhaegar was a kind man, a little airhead and lost in clouds with his music, but he had potential. With her and Tywin’s guidance, he could make an exceptional King who would keep his subjects happy and the realm at Peace.

Cersei was an intelligent girl who was very beautiful and young. Their children would be unique, coming from two of the most powerful houses in Westeros. They would have intelligence but beauty, truly admirable and envied by many.

Visenya could see Cersei becoming a great mother and a good queen, with the right husband by her side and the right upbringing.

“I believe the idea has been well thought,” the Princess said after a prolonged silence. Her eyes moved to look forward. “Mayhap Jaime could become Rhaegar’s squire as well”, she suggested, making him turn his head to look at her. “I noticed him during the journey, and I can see my nephew left a good impression on him. He is a kind boy, and Rhaegar would look after him while teaching him like he had been taught,” she suggested, slightly turning her head to look at him without straining her eyes.

She saw how his lips stretched to form the faintest of approving smiles, a sight so rare that even she did not see it often. She felt proud to know her idea had pleased him enough to grace her with such a smile, and then, for a moment, her eyes stayed a little too long upon his lips before forcing herself to look at other parts of his face, to hide and prevent any wrong thoughts.

That small movement of her eyes seemed to have drawn Tywin's attention for he tilted his head faintly forward and stared her down with curiosity but slight lust as well. He could see her eyes romancing, trying not to settle on the part of his face too long, and he found enjoyment in that.

The prideful and emotionless Dragon Princess was not as mighty as many believed, or she was not when she was lately in his presence.

There was something about the way her eyes moved, and how her pink lips had parted, that drew his interest. While pale, her cheeks had the faintest flush, and her chest moved with each silent breath she took. His eyes lowered towards her but quickly focused on her face, temptations invading his mind at an alarming rate.

However, that small moment when things could have escalated was ruined by someone's presence.

"Tywin!" a female voice called him, quickly making the two of them take a long step away from one another. Eventually, the owner of the woman appeared by the balcony doors. "Oh, I am sorry. Looks like I interrupted something of importance," the woman said.

Visenya turned to face her, quickly taking notice of her appearance. She was slightly older than her but shorter, her body having increased in size, but so did her bossom, being perhaps the biggest the Princess had ever seen. She did, however, have very long golden hair and bright green eyes, making one quickly realize whose family she was related to.

"Genna," Tywin called the woman's name and cleared his throat. "May I introduce you to Princess Visenya. Princess, this is my younger sister, Genna Lannister," he continued.

Upon realizing who the exotic woman was, Genna gave a small bow, but it was rather clumsy due to the alcohol she had ingested during the feast. The goblet in her hand swayed slightly as she leaned on the door frame. "It is a pleasure, Princess. Please, do not let me ruin your moment," she continued, dismissively moving her hand.

Visenya immediately cleared her throat and composed herself. "It is getting late, Lord Hand. I believe it is time to retire. I will see you tomorrow," she said and started heading towards the door without missing a beat. "Lady Genna", she greeted the blond woman with a small nod of her head and walked back into the castle.

Once she had left them behind, Genna cleared her throat and composed herself. "I did not have you to be the bold one and draw women out in the balcony, Tywin", she said, her voice no longer slurring, and any other sign of her drunkness was long gone.

Tywin narrowed his eyes at her, clearly displeased by her tricks. Yet again, she might as well have saved him from an embarrassing moment or crossing the line from which there was no return. "You are lucky I am not in the mood to argue with you, Genna."

The woman did not seem to be intimidated by his glare or the sharpness of his voice. "You definitely were in the mood to cross the line with the Princess. You are lucky no one else saw you, although I must say..." she licked her lips and smirked. "She is quite a catch. I cannot say I blame you and neither most men that had their eyes on her during the feast."

Her brother did not answer and instead walked towards the doors. "Goodnight, Genna," was all he said. He continued walking, leaving his younger and annoying sister behind him, his mind troubled by thoughts and emotions.

[greycloudsinwinter]

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[witchqueenvisenya]

there is something so inspiring about daenerys being an afterthought in the minds of people who're trying to control her or shape her future from afar, but not grasping her sense of survival or wiliness which allows her to upend every single expectation and limit over what can be done, and what has been, and especially what has always been done.

i just don't think people truly understand the scale of what she has accomplished and the unique circumstances which have allowed her to become the person willing to accomplish them but if you think you can simply swap out a character and say oh this is the breaker of chains or this is the mother of dragons you're admitting that it is your personal dislike of her and not her storyline that's the problem.

you know she is without equal, and you know her wins are noteworthy but you just want your washed out stark/tyrell/baratheon/lannister/martell faves or ocs to have the same thing INCLUDING the dragons without considering the fact that none of those names have value outside westeros and none of them can actually hatch the dragons (they'll simply not have the dragon dreams and never know what the fuck they're supposed to do) or control them if by some miracle they're hatched. don't be an idiot. nettles is a dragonseed and her claiming sheepstealer rests on that fact; sheepstealer and the like are wild dragons so you'd have to be some kind of innovative to figure out how to get them used to you. none of the other wild dragons were claimed because you'd have to feed cannibal other dragon babies or eggs (not possible) and you'd die before grey ghost showed his face. and NO rhaenys daughter of rhaegar is immediately ruled out because she would live in dorne and be raised in the luxury of the highborn and thus never have the character development or experience necessary.

[zephyrrr101]

Take me away

Pairing: Robert Baratheon x Named Targ OC

TW: Abusive words, Harrasment, Talk of murder, Robert Baratheon being an angry chihuahua, all the ASOIAF world warning.

Part Two

Cries echoed in the silent halls of Red Keep. Ned Stark frowned at the new sound that had tore through the almost deafening quietness. He turned to look at his companions in the throne room.

His friend, now King Robert Baratheon sat at the Iron Throne.

The same throne that sat many Targaryen kings on it. The same Targaryens that the now King had swore upon killing. Each and everyone.

He did not agree with his friend on this.

Rhaegar Targaryen had taken his sister.

Aeyrs Targaryen had killed his father and brother.

He had felt the fire of vengeance run through him until they were alive but it was quelled the moment he met his dying sister.

And then he had felt disappointed and regretful.

Thousand people lost. Innocents put to sword.

The only good thing he thought came out of it was the end of the Mad King, albeit he didn't like the way he was killed by the Lannister White Knight, but still was a relief.

Another cry shook him out of his thoughts, now much louder, and he then turned to Jon Arryn, his mentor and now the Hand of the King. "What is this? Who is it?"

Jon Arryn did not answer. Even he wasn't sure what was happening. It was clear from the confused look on his face.

His eyes then found that of the new Commander of Kingsguard, Ser Barristan. He looked terrified at the best. He could not think of what could leave the man such as him so struck with fear.

The door of the Throne Room opened.

Now he understood Ser Barristan's horror.

Stannis Baratheon, King Robert's younger brother, marched in. His arms wrapped around silver tresses, he much more of dragged the woman he had come to know as Princess Alyssanne, cries leaving her mouth along with words of pleads to let her go.

What in the name of Gods' was happening?

Stannis came closer to the steps of the throne and pushed the silver haired princess to the floor, left of mercy of all the men in the room.

"What is the meaning of this?" Ned asked and he quickly moved over to the princess.

Her hair dishevelled, her dress dirty and almost seemed to falling off her shoulders. He did the quick work of pulling his cloak off him and covered the princess. Her eyes raised from the ground to meet his. Purple eyes filled with tears and her cheek wet and red.

"The boy escaped with the new born girl," Stannis started, "the Queen was dead. We only got in time to capture her. Dragonstone is ours."

"And you this needed you to drag a woman in such state?" Ned glared Stannis. He had known him almost as long as he knew Robert. He was like his own brother too. But this man he did not recognise.

Stannis opened his mouth, anger surging in his blood. But before any words could leave him, Robert yelled at the top of lungs. "What do you mean they escaped?! What else did I sent you there for!"

Stannis looked at his brother in shock. How could he even say such thing. "It was not in my hand! Willem Darry looked as if he had it already planned. He quicked the younger ones out. It was fortunate we could capture her!"

"You could have gotten there faster! I sent you there to killed them all! Not to bring the bitch back!" He glared at his brother for a moment before his anger took it's turn to Alyssanne. "Where did they go? Where did those runts run off to!"

Alyssanne flinched seeing him stand. Robert was always a tall man with broad shoulders. It intimidated anyone who didn't know him dearly. And not know him, the princess did. She whispered out some words in terror, her hold on the grey cloak of Stark was deathly. And Robert roared his question again, making her crawl a little back.

"I don't know! Please! Robert, we are kin!" She cried out, her voice broken from screaming some moments before.

"Kin? Kin! You are no kin of mine!" Robert sneered, "I'll find each and every one of your filthy white haired bastard and kill them just like I killed that son of whore of your brother! Just like I'll kill you!"

"No! Please! Robert!" Ned had never quite seen any woman in such a distress. He didn't even know what he was to do. "They are but children! Please just... Let them be. Let me go. I will find them and make sure we never return to Westros. I swear it! Please!"

"Let you go!" Robert looked disgusted at the thought, he started treading down the stairs, "You want me to—"

Ned stepped in Robert's way just when he was about a few steps away from Alyssanne and he caught Ser Barristan beside him. The princess had started fo move behind, draging herself back, trying to make distance between the enraged man.

"You grace, despite your anger she is your kin. An honourable man and king does not harm their kin or a woman," Ser Barristan said, trying to stop the enraged man to get his hands on the princess.

"Robert, she is a woman, a lady," Ned glared at his friend and Robert for a moment calmed.

For a moment they were not in the Throne Room of Red Keep but in Vale, fighting boys who tried to pick a fight with them.

Jon Arryn mean while had too moved. He approached the princess as one would a frighted and injured predator, who was actually contemplating the last moments of their life. He helped the princess get up, he eyes moving warily around, it didn't take anyone to be too wise to see the distance she tried to keep from Stannis and his men.

"Let us talk about this after tempers have cooled." Jon said. And he could say everyone agreed, even the Baratheon's, reluctantly, but they did.

Alyssanne had not slept for even a second in the following night. And it was not an understatement.

She had been far too worried about what was happening. From what she could tell, there was a storm forming across the Blackwater Bay which was streched all over the Narrow sea she could see from her room.

Yes, her room.

Jon Arryn had done her the courtesy of letting her be in her room. Something about finding calmness in familiarity.

She could bet whatever she had that she would never find calmness ever again.

She could not get her mind off anything. Her worry for her little brother and sister who had sailed just a day before. A storm on their flight would not do them good, specially the baby Daenerys, what her mother had named the babe with her dying breath.

Alyssanne had promised her mother to protect Viserys and Daenerys. How was she supposed to keep them safe, protect them when she was locked in the highest floor of the Maegor's Holdfast. Curse her father for giving her this room. What the hell was that mad man thinking! What was Rhaegar thinking? What was anyone thinking?

Another reason for sleep fleeing her was fear for her own life. She trusted Ser Barristan posted outside her room. The man had been their when she was born and had seen her grow up. Seven Hells, he was the one who had sent for her mother when she had her first moon blood. But even after all that, she could not sleep. Ser Barristan may have been another father figure in her life after Rhaegar, he was still a man who followed his King's command. And unfortunately, her cousin who was hell bent on having all of her family annihilated, including herself. Her father's Kingsguard had drawn the sword through his chest. Her father may be been the most horrible man to breath but she would not trust anyone now. Specially now.

"Princess," She flinched at the slight graze at her hand shuffling away on the opposite side on her bed. Alyssanne blinked, her wide eyes found a terrified woman standing across her.

"Princess... I—we are here to bathe you," The maid said. Yes, a maid, it was only a maid, Alyssanne sighed and looked around the room, there were three more women, all of them older than her, two bringing hot water in one putting a dress on the dressing screen and the last one was the one who had scared her.

"Yes, yes," she nodded and got off the bed hesitantly. None of the women seemed familiar. She was sure they didn't work here.

The maid who had scared her made a quick work of taking off her dress, if there was much left of it. There had not much left of her clothes in her room when she had tried to look in her dressers.

She wasn't even sure what happened in King's Landing. All her mother had told her was that her father, good sister, niece and nephew were dead and had then crowned Viserys King in Dragonstone. Now she was starting to wonder if asking for details may have been a good idea.

Why do good ideas never come at the right time?

Alyssanne couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as she put her leg in the hot water. She could thank whoever had to the maids to have the water almost boiling hot. Her skin tingled as warmth started to seep in her body. It almost felt like she was back in time when nothing was wrong. That her mother would be bringing Viserys in her room to spend time with, Elia following her with little Rhaenys and Aegon.

Alyssanne sighed, biting her lip as she let the maids wash her. She had to control herself. Her eyes cautiously moved around her. Even when the maids were just doing their jobs. She couldn't let her guard down.

She sent a prayer to whatever Gods would listen her. Please keep my little brother and sister safe. She whispered. Keep them out of Robert's reach, please.

[countrymusiclover]

1 - The Lannister Kingsguard

Part 2

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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16 years ago

“I’m going to catch you little rascal.” I called through the large hallways of the Red Keep attempting to catch my youngest brother Viserys who insisted we play chase this morning.

His silver white was getting tousled around while he ran around the corner with me trying to catch his heels. “You can't get me.”

“I think you doubt me far too much, little brother.” I smirked flying past the Targaryen banner near the wall rounding the corner he had gone around but he stopped running when I tackled him to the stone floor in my short dress. “Ha! I told you I'd get you.”

He whined underneath my hold. “That’s not fair.”

“Sister?” Yanking my head upward I saw my older brother Rhaegar standing a few steps away from us.

A few members of our fathers kingsguard were standing near the Iron Throne. I saw an older man with a bald head dressed in all red meaning it had to be the Hand of the King Tywin Lannister. “Um hi brother. What is going on here?”

“I was about to make this 16 year old a member of my Kingsguard until I was interrupted by you, daughter.” My father raised his tone towards me, sitting on the throne of swords.

I gulped knowing he didn’t have good control over his temper sometimes, especially around his children. “Forgive me, father. I didn't recall that it was today until this very moment.”

“It doesn't matter now. Get over there with your brothers and watch silently. Let's get this done. I don't wish to keep my wife waiting.” Father scoffed, tapping his fingers on the armrests of the chair until a different kingsguard delivered him a sword and walked forward standing on the first two steps where the young boy was bent down on one knee before his king.

Tywin finally spoke up to the king. “State your name, boy.”

“Jaime of House Lannister. Son of Tywin and Joanna Lannister.” The boy of fifteen with the long blonde hair responded on command.

Father raised his sword tapping his shoulders with the tip individually declaring the oath that must be bestowed onto a knight. “In the name of the warrior I charge you to be brave. In the name of the father I charge you to be just. In the name of the mother I charge you to defend the innocent. Arise Jaime Lannister, a knight of Seven Kingdoms and a member of the Kingsguard.”

“Woo hoo! Um - my apology.” I began clapping, breaking the silence in the throne room causing everyone to turn their heads in my direction.

Father placed his sword inside his holder and two knights along with the Hand of the King retreated from the room without another word. That left me and my brothers alone with Jaime Lannister. “I've been meaning to talk to you, sister. I have news for you.” Rhaegar turned on his feet facing me.

“What news is that?” I asked him curiously.

He answered me with a half smile, mentioning the Dorne family we had gotten along with since one girl was a former lady and waiting for our mother Rhaella. “I'm going to marry Ella Martel.”

“That’s great news, brother.” Flinging my arms around his neck I giggled and he hugged me back now smiling too.

The typical tradition of our family was for brothers and sisters to Wed one another but it took our parents seven years before they had me. By that time our father had already been talking about wedding my brother off to some high born girl of his many kingdoms. “I'm rather happy with it myself. I must go tell our mother. Come Viserys.” Rhaegar took our young brother by the hand leaving me alone in the throne room.

Shifting my gaze around I felt a pair of eyes on me when I turned my back to the throne seeing that the newly named kingsguard Lannister hadn't left me alone like I believed he had. “Can I help you with something, ser Knight?”

“I should be asking you that question, my princess. For I am sworn to aid and protect you.” Jaime bowed his head at me.

I clasped my hands together in front of my dress, my hair swaying with the fabric as I moved over to stand in front of the new knight. “From my memory I was not ever required to have a personal knight following me around my childhood home.”

“Well those were the commands I have been given and I intend to follow them, princess.”

Holding up a hand I interrupted him before this conversation went on any further. “Please stop calling me princess. I have far too many people addressing me by that title. I’d rather have someone call me by my name.”

“I can arrange those terms. Who do I have the honor of meeting now before me?”

I crusty to the night holding up the fabric of my dress showing him how my silver hair was styled into a crown when I did so. “Vaella Targaryen.”

“Then I’ll just be Jaime to you, Vaella.” The Lannister lion sent me a cheeky smile, bright green eyes focusing on my purple ones.

Lightly twirling side to side in my dress I smirked towards him deciding I should get to have some fun with my personal knight while my father wasn’t around us because right now he didn’t appear to be so serious as he was now that it was just the two of us alone together. “It’s nice to meet you, Jaime. I do have a question for you though?”

“What is your question Vaella?” He asked resting his right hand on the handle of his sword attached to his hip.

Sticking my tongue out at the knight I bolted barely waiting to hear what his reaction would be. “Do you think you can catch me, Ser knight?”

“I don’t understand. Wait - seven hells Vaella!” Jaime shook his head, awe struck and confused till he noticed the silver hair and white dress disappearing further away from him.

He began chasing after me concerned that he would get in trouble if something bad happened to me. But he wouldn’t admit it until years later how much he wished they had the opportunity to go back to that life compared to all the chaos that would be thrown their direction.

Kings Landing - current day

Jaime was currently standing outside of the King's office in the hallway on guard duty. The current king who had sat on the throne once he had killed the Mad King and now the Baratheon signal flew high in the Red Keep. The current king called Jaime’s nickname wanting to speak with him. “Kingslayer, get in here! It must wound your pride. Standing out there, like a golden sentry. Jaime Lannister, son of the mighty Tywin. Forced to mind the door while your king eats and drinks and shits and fucks. So, come on. We’re telling war stories. Who was your first kill, not counting the old men?”

“One of the outlaws in the Brotherhood.” He answered his king.

A fellow Kingsguard replied. “I was there that day. You were only a squire. Sixteen years old.”

“You killed Simon Toyne with a counter-riposte. Best move I ever saw.”

The other knight nodded. “Good fighter, Toyne. But he lacked stamina.

King Robert entered the conversation between the two Knights. “Your outlaw any last words?”

“I cut his head off. So, no.”

The king’s next question caused Jaime’s hand to drop down onto the handle of his sword. Recalling the night so vividly for more than one reason besides betraying the king he swore to protect. “What about Aerys Targaryen? What did the Mad King say when you stabbed him in the back? I never asked. Did he call you a traitor? Did he plead for a reprieve?”

“He said the same thing he had been saying for hours. Burn them all.”

Silence fell inside the chamber room with the king silently staring at him for a few minutes. “Then we should all be grateful that we took care of all the Targaryens. The Seven Kingdoms didn’t need anymore reign or vows to a house whose words are Fire and Blood wouldn’t you agree?”

“It would seem so, your grace. If that is all I’ll take my leave.” Jaime bowed his head walking back out into the hallway and he didn’t release the tension in his shoulders and show emotion until he was away from the king. For the king was wrong in his words because not all the Targaryens were dead. One remained in Kings Landing and Jaime was the reason for it

And if the king ever found out both their heads would be on spikes.

[xxpeppermintxx109]

the dance of dragons | robert’s rebellion

[daenystheedreamer]

i have a feeling you want to tell us about your ocs, i for one i’m curious

OKAY YAY I WILL TALK AHOUT THEM funnily enough though i get asked to post about ocs more than i post about them like i should be posting more but i forget... this post will be about KINGS OF OMAEGORVERSE TIMELINE

important concepts:

visenya & tyanna used valyrian blood magic on prince viserys the son of aenys (canonically squired for maegor and killed by him in retribution for percieved murder of visenya by alyssa). he's not an omega thats just a joke i dont have concrete thoughts on the biology of it all. i think it would be fun if he had tyanna or visenya's womb... oo or alys harroway's

maegor introduced the concept of a "wife in the blood" and a "wife in the faith" so he could have his cake and eat it too in regards to betrothing his kid to both aerea targaryen and a hightower oc

this is my sick and twisted psychopath joker au oc timeline. prepare yourself ^_^

MAEGOR I

rules until 66ac when his nephewwife viserys and daughter daenys kill him

consort(s): ceryse hightower who retires to the hightower after the viserys thing cos she's like "yeah this is the line in the sand for me" and grooms her niece to marry maegor's heir, tyanna and alys like in canon and then prince viserys random son of aenys no one remembers except me

child(ren): jaehaerys, viserra and daenys

JAEHAERYS I

ruled 66-92 AC

named after canon jaehaerys who gets killed by maegor in this. viserys wanted to name him that and maegor though it was funny.

physically and emotionally abused by maegor cos he wasn't masculine enough in childhood. bad bad childhood. got the stoicism beat into him. has an oedipus complex towards viserys

consort(s): princess aerea targaryen (betrothed from birth, she dies the same way she does in canon but its during her bachelorette party), lady maris hightower (ceryse's niece, my fave)

child(ren): aegon, aerion, helaena, daenerys, viserys, maegelle

AEGON II

ruled 92-99 AC

his life and rule was marked by his rivalry towards his twin brother aerion and their shared obsession with their sister helaena. was his mummy's favourite and the rejection by his father def made him who he is. however after his brother aerion killed the high septon and got exiled, the roles switched and he became daddy's favourite and abandoned by mummy

consort(s): queen jocasta lannister (daughter of viserra, bit crazy, mad that she's the wife-in-the-faith when she's more closely related to aegon than daenaera is) queen daenaera velaryon (half baratheon half velaryon, more normal but gets depression later) both his wives hate each other and despise jaehaerys a bit for obviously being in love with his sister (weirdo..)

child(ren): by daenaera- monterys, lucerys, jacaerys by jocasta: rhaena laena jaehaerys helaena aegor by helaena: rhaegar (bastard)

VISERYS I

ruled 99-120 AC elected king by a great council since aegon's kids were too young. daenaera also absconded to dragonstone and locked her kids in with her + no one trusted jocasta and her kids

jaehaerys is super weird about viserys cos kid viserys looks like a clone of mummy viserys. tries to beat masculinity into viserys like maegor did to jaehaerys. viserys is a bit whimpering and limp wristed likes playing with his sisters and a bit scared of his older brothers. shoving the kid into the training yard and to the kingsguard to toughen him up did NOT help. he just got a bunch of dogs basically

consort(s): alyssa arryn (alyssa was affianced to aerion targaryen, but aerion killed the high septon and got exiled which was a bit of a downer one could say so she was then married to his younger brother viserys. alyssa is undiagnosed paranoid schizophrenic and becomes enamoured with a red priestess >:))

child(ren): visenya/aegon/rhaenys (failed blood magic babies) maegor/daenys/alysanne (successful blood magic babies)

PRINCESS DAENERYS (QUEEN REGENT)

not technically a queen, but ruled 120-128 AC

viserys dies but his heir daeron (jacaerys' son by aerion and helaena's bastard son daemon, dont worry about it) is still 6 years old so daenerys swoops in and takes the role of daeron's regent.

consort(s): corlys velaryon (oc but like barely its jsut corlys from canon)

child(ren): valaena velaryon, laenor velaryon (he's straight here), naerys velaryon

DAERON I

ruled 128-136 AC

son of prince jacaerys (the child of king aegon i and queen daenaera) and daemon of qohor the bastard son of helaena and aerion. dont worry about the genders its a whole thing

obsessed with joining dorne to westeros. thought dorne was soooo cool. nymeria kin. though KL politics were a distraction and loved glory etc. pov youre told youre a god king from birth etc. hes gay but normal about it

consort(s): princess maryam martell to peacefully join dorne to the seven kingdoms but they never married. their wedding ended up being a slaughter committed ostensibly by dornish rebels who didnt wanna be westerosi but actually by his uncle jaehaerys (son of aegon and jocasta)

JAEHAERYS II

ruled 136-144 AC

son of aegon ii and jocasta lannister. huge inferioty complex and soooo mad that he's not the heir. orchestrates the death of his nephew daeron. he's very affable and personable and counters daeron's "lets go to war and get glory" with "that costs money asshole". he's at court while daeron is playing with dorne and makes friends there.

consort(s): princess aerea (bastard daughter of helaena and aerion, she dies before he becomes king. his great love that he never really understood and basically killed) queen alysanne tully 'red alys' (his wife-in-the-faith who double married him with aerea) queen alysanne targaryen 'blue alys' (replacement wife when aerea died, daughter of viserys i and his wife alyssa arryn. she's a blood magic baby) queen alysanne hawthorne 'aly hawberry' (originally a mistress, married her in 144AC right before he died)

child(ren): FUCK okay by aerea- elaena by red alys- maegor, jaehaera, aegon, viserra, aemond, aerys by blue alys- viserys daenerys naerys vaella rhaelle by aly hawberry- aelinor aemma aethan waters

AEGON III

ruled 144-147 AC

his elder brothers maegor and viserys were killed in a jfk style assassination by their sister elaena and he became king immediately after they and their father all died so its bad for him. went crazy trying to solve their deaths. killed by the most devout (faith of the seven) to put his brother aerys on the throne

consort(s): queen lianna redwyne (she was swapping with her twin sister larissa though. aegon was being gaslit by literally everyone in his life lmfao)

child(ren): helaena, baela, saera (saera was larissa's, though aegon and everyone thought she was lianna's)

AERYS I

ruled 147-184 AC

radicalised/groomed by the faith as a child. obsessed with his sister rhaelle. obsessed with religion and finding meaning in life but also in using the faith to not have to feel guilty for being a huge POS

his reign was hijacked by his nephew hugor stone who became the youngest high septon and who led a sect who became the "faith protectorate".

consort(s): lady agnes blackwood (never consummated cos he was obsessed with his sister, she ran off to the iron islands) queen rhaelle, queen helaena hightower

child(ren): by rhaelle- aemond aegon daeron helaena by helaena hightower- alysanne maegelle

DAERON II

ruled 184-204 AC

raised in the religious hell that was aerys' reign. when his sister helaena was confined to the maidenvault (yeah i kept that, aerys makes it) he tried to break her out with aemond and got sent to a septry as punishment. rhaelle switched him with a cousin and sent him to dorne instead where he was raised by daeron i's sister daena who had wed the prince of dorne. married her granddaughter. eventually besieged king's landing and took the throne for himself. forced his father to abdicate and kept him locked up.

after he became king, he tried to keep things cordial with the faith protectorate without just wiping them out. well they staged a coup and killed his wife and nearly killed him but it failed he just got major brain damage and his wife died :( his son baelor ends up mercy killing him

consort(s): tyshara dayne 'the evening star'

child(ren): baelor, rhae, daenys. his sister helaena later has some bastard kids with a knight of the kingsguard and he pretends they're his bastards by a random maid

BAELOR I

ruled 204-?

im up to about here on my family tree. not 100% on where everything will go from here on out

he's called the bloody for having killed his grandfather aerys and for killing some faith millitants during that coup when he was 9

consort(s): princess rohanne martell 'the rosy dawn' (she's half-martell :)) also has some dalliances with a baelon plumm and a barbrey bolton

child(ren): aerea, aegon, aemon, aenar

AEGON IV

married his sister aerea, remarried to a teora hightower after she died

AERYS II

born princess naerys targaryen. MEGA crazy. omegafies the guy her dad arranged for her to marry. rules as king aerys >:)

thats my current list ^_^ it gets hazy after aerys im still building my masterpiece. this has been in the works since omg april last year (though i restarted in september last year) so the concept is now a year old, happy borthdayyy

[msmorningstaarr]

in my masterlist you’ll find:

A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones characters (long series, short fics, self insert);

Fire and Blood/House of The Dragon characters (self inserts)

The Last of Us characters (long series, short fics – soon, self inserts – soon)

Holy and Heathen series (ao3)

Warnings: implied siblings incest; emotional incest; childhood trauma; religious guilt; sex; oberyn is 20; doran doesn't exist in this au; oberyn is a good daddy but a bad husband; OC is not a reliable character, take a spoon of salt when you read her POV; no rebellion AU; tags may change about the rebellion tho; melara may be unlikeable

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x F!Original Hightower Character (Melara Hightower); Minor Elia Martell x Oberyn Martell; Elia Martell x Rhaegar Targaryen

Status: in progress

Chapter 1 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 11

Chapter 2 | Chapter 7

Chapter 3 | Chapter 8

Chapter 4 | Chapter 9

Chapter 5 | Chapter 10

The Night We Met one shot (ao3)

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand; Ellaria Sand x Loreza Sand

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: coping with grief, angst, fluff, falling instantly in love, mentions to elia’s death

Status: published

self-insert one shots

let me fill you up. (ao3) - Female Targaryen Reader x Jaime Lannister

warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI (18+) rhaegar wins AU, no targcest, smuff, fluff, breeding kink, praising kink, a lot of pet names (sweet girl, princess, love), reader has no physical description besides the silvery white targaryen hair, creampie, oral (f receiving), a very devoted husband commited to your pleasure, smut, sex;

to tame a dragon. (ao3)- Female Brat Tamer Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen

warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI (18+) established relationship, queen rhaenyra targaryen, sub/dom dynamics(reader dom rhaenyra sub), oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, mentions of voyeur, some gender dysphoria on reader’s part(?), reader is really engaged in pleasing rhaenyra, no age gap, reader has no physical description, , rough sex, team black won AU, please tell me if there’s any tag left!

let me be yours (ao3) - Rhaenyra Targaryen x Female Martell Reader

part I | part II

warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI (18+), afab reader, bisexual rhaenyra, canon divergence, longing, age gap (you early 20s rhae mid 30s), fingering, masturbation, oral sex, sub/dom dynamics (rhae dom you sub), overstimulation, scissoring, queen rhaenyra targaryen, nipple play, possessive rhaenyra

status: finished

Guy Next Door series (ao3)

pairing: joel miller x female oc (angie reed)

tags: fluff, long fic, romance, slight angst eventually, oc has no physical description, oc is early 20s joel is late 20s, eventual smut, slow burn, mentions of infidelity, no outbreak au!, 2003 au!, soft joel, good daddy joel, sarah going into her teenage dirtbag phase, trust issues, domestic fluff, protective joel, eventual sex.

status: on going

chapter I

[maelisdrafts]

Our Secret Garden - intro

An Oberyn x f!oc fiction

Synopsis:

This is the tale of two souls as different as fire and ice, snow and sand—two opposites who seem destined never to coexist. How could they ever find harmony? The odds are stacked against them, their differences insurmountable. Yet, every so often, Fate steps in with a twist, transforming the impossible into reality. After all, even the harshest deserts have, on rare occasions, been graced by snow. And sometimes, against all logic, opposites don’t just attract—they create something extraordinary.

Masterlist

Story settings:

The story starts in 279AC, the year of Elia and Rhaegar's wedding.

The story will mainly be written from Eira's POV, but sometimes, like for the prologue, Oberyn's Pov will make an appearance, maybe even other characters. Who knows?

OC Presentation:

Her name is Eira Stark. She is the second born of Lyarra and Rickard Stark, little sister of Brandon Stark, older sister of Eddard, Lyanna, and Benjen Stark. She was born in 262AC, making her 17 years old at the beginning of the story. She absolutely adores living in Winterfell and fiercely loves her family.

Oberyn's basic facts:

Oberyn was born in 257AC, He is the second born of the house Martell, his older brother being Doran Martell, his little sister being Elia Martell, and finally, his little brother being Quentyn Martell. He loves his family, and he's especially close to Elia. He likes to travel to Essos especially, where he can meet different people and learn new fighting techniques.