#pre asoiaf au

[lumidef]

Aegon III & Jaehaera Targaryen

[chelireads]

“As the last plates were cleared, Rhaenyra begged Daemon to take her to dance. She looked and behaved like a child begging for a treat, and nothing like a woman grown and wed, much less one who presumed to be queen one day.

It was vulgar and uncalled for. A pathetic display if ever there had been one. ”

Excerpt From

Alicent IV

The Blacks & the Greens

By Sweetest Popcorn @sweetestpopcorn

[completed ver.]

[They match each other’s freak your honor 🙌]

[ilreleonewikiart]

TDIOBCB challenge - day 23:  pregnancy

Pregnant Rhaena, Daeron and their children, Nyra and Vivi

"This is probably one of the family dynamics I love the most that I’ve created.  I briefly mentioned that in this fic Rhaena and Daeron would get married and have children, but I never focused on them.  However, out of all the children that will appear, they are the most important and the ones who will return most often, as they will be born almost at the beginning of the story and grow over time, especially the first two, though Rhaegal, who will be born only at the end of the fic, also has an interesting conception. The first two are twins and are named Rhaenyra and Viserys.  For simplicity, they are called Nyra and Vivi by the family, and they are the very first grandchildren of Rhaenyra and Daemon.  Nyra is practically a miniature version of her aunt Baela, with a light touch of her grandmother, from whom she takes her name.  Being born a few seconds before Vivi, she is considered the older one and, for a few years, was seen as the most likely heir after Aegon III.  She is her father's favorite, who adores her and can never say no to her. Sometimes the two even dress alike. Vivi, on the other hand, is his mother's little angel, whom she adores.  Like the grandfather he’s named after, he loves sweets.  His sensitive soul makes him fall under the strong-willed nature of his sister, whom he follows in everything and is often the victim of her pranks.  Both love dogs and ponies. Rhaengal, the youngest, isn't born yet during the fic, but his presence is felt even while he's still in the womb.  In fact, unlike his siblings, he is not Daeron's son, but Addam's, though they will do everything possible to pass him off as a legitimate child.  In any case, he is deeply loved by both parents, and his two siblings adore him."

(warning: these illustrations are inspired by an AU Divergence and have nothing to do with canon (book or tv show) events and are not meant to be reposted outside of their contest)

[artypurrs-moodboards]

Modern au brynden rivers aka bloodraven

[sweetestpopcorn]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen Characters: Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Aegon III Targaryen, Viserys II Targaryen, Baela Targaryen, Rhaena Targaryen (Daughter of Daemon), Viserys I Targaryen, Erryk Cargyll, Grand Maester Gerardys (A Song of Ice and Fire), Steffon Darklyn, Lorent Marbrand, Robert Quince, Addam Velaryon, Alyn Velaryon, Baelon Targaryen (Mentioned), Caraxes (ASoIaF), Syrax (ASoIaF), Stormcloud (ASoIaF), Moondancer (ASoIaF), Morning (ASoIaF), Visenya Targaryen (Daughter of Rhaenyra), Visenya Targaryen (Daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-The Dance of the Dragons | Aegon II Targaryen v. Rhaenyra Targaryen Era, Story: The Rogue Prince (A Song of Ice and Fire), Story: The Princess and the Queen (A Song of Ice and Fire), Book: Fire and Blood (A Song of Ice and Fire), This work is based on the asoiaf canon and has no link to any adaptation, AmmmyTurtle, Side story to The Blacks & the Greens Summary:

AU

"It seems I too am now older than our father ever was. Five and forty. Your daughter insisted on a feast to mark the occasion, but you will have little interest in that so instead let me tell you of my children, which I know is the sole reason for your letter to me.” In which the Rogue Prince celebrates his forty-fifth name day and remembers the Spring Prince.

A side story to The Blacks & The Greens. Based on the characters and events created by GRRM.

My late name day gift for the amazing @ammmyturtle 🩷

[theothermaidoftarth]

Exposure

T | pre-Cregan Stark/Nettles

Takes place between chapters 1 and 2 of World on Fire. A small ficlet in Cregan’s pov.

Word count: 1,444

Cw: ableism, angst, complicated relationships, family dynamics

When would he stop for breath?, Cregan thought, looking at his son in mild amusement. An amusement which waned as he heard Rickon speak of ‘Missus Nettles’ for the third time in as many minutes. It would have been of little note had he not also done as much the day before while visiting his grandmother. Cregan could feel Lady Gilliane glancing at him with increasing amusement. 

She laughed at the last thing his son had said, hands flapping in his excitement, a gesture she never thought twice of from him. Had it been Cregan... “The undercrofts. Fine place for snares. But would our guest think so? Do you mean to send her running south so soon, my lad?”

Cregan only just held back a snort, though he knew his mother to be japing. Of course a young woman who claimed a dragon the size of a small keep was not faint of heart. Mistress Nettles’ diminutive stature belied her mettle. On the first night of her arrival he saw as much firsthand, many times over. Much of that in his study as she sat before his desk in that ridiculous dress which hung from her like a set of drapes, or a shroud. And he, cold-hearted scoundrel that he was, chose to proceed as if she were not the spirited girl from Jacaerys’ last letter, giving free reign to his ire when their circumstances were no more to her liking than his. He looked at her in the way which had made grown men quail since he was four-and-ten and she looked back with not so much as a startled blink.

It was his undoing. He only acknowledged as much to himself after she came across him in the hot springs. And by then it was too late. He had fallen, hard; his every other thought of her, her wants, her needs, her comfort. Her hopes and dreams and future plans…

Cregan forbeared to cease his son’s babbling; it would only look the worse for him, fermenting his mother’s suspicions. If he had nothing to fear, why put a stop to the boy’s chatter? It was not as if it reminded him that Rickon still had no mother; that Arra was dead and gone, never again to grace the world with her cutting wit; that the young woman whose kindness had so warmed his son could not stay; that Nettles could not remain a part of Rickon’s life. Not as his mother, not as Cregan’s wife. Why would she want him, Cregan was not Osric; he was not as Brandon had been or even Elric.

It seemed no time at all when the lunch hour approached and Bessa bustled Rickon away, leaving Cregan quite alone with his mother. Terrance Snow would be here soon with her medics and mayhap Hollys to tidy the room but for now it was just them.

“I hear you still seat her to your right.”

And who had told her that? There were too many fucking answers. “Should I not? Last I knew she was still a envoy.”

Gilliane knew every one of his silences, every one of his stony looks. Just as he knew her hums and tuts, mysteries it had taken half his life to solve.

“If you were not you, shall I tell you what I would suggest?” she began and he grit his teeth around his ire. Not the first time she had said so. At least twice in his memory, mayhap not as much as other mothers in her place would have but each time it was a blade in his gut. If you were not you; if you were different. 

His father never said similar when he lived but the way he looked at Cregan told it true. Would that you were the younger son and Willam the elder. Or worse, would that you had died and he had lived. Centuries before the dragons came, Northmen used to leave unwanted children out in the snow to die, exposed upon the mountains. Cregan wondered sometimes if Lord Rickon would have done so, had the practice still thrived by the time of his birth, a too-quiet babe who squirmed away from all touch as if being branded, who hardly responded to his own name or smiled or laughed or babbled. He knew this because of his mother, some from servants’ whispers but mostly his mother who told him straight to his face. He wasn’t sure if he loved her more for such honesty or not.

“You will tell me all the same,” he said now.

“Take her to your bed. Or go to hers, whichever.”

He stood at once. “Good day to you, Mother.” He did not even stop to bow as he crossed to the door. A few paces from the door, he halted but only to turn and say, “Do not think that Mistress Nettles is only her dragon.”

His mother affected a look of mild affront. “Oh now you insult me. I thought nothing of the sort. But such a look in your eye, as if you’d fall on even your own sword in defence of her… Is this how it is then? Ah, fine, do not answer. But you know as well as I, he would turn in his crypt to see this.” Father. The man he’d tried to honour all his life. Had he been proud of him at all at the time of his death, even a little?

Cregan flexed his jaw. “Then let him do so. He does not dictate what I do, how I live my life.” He’d accept if Nettles didn’t want him and let it be, but to cease for the sake of a ghost? To never be touched by her, body and soul for the sake of a dead man who half despaired of him in life? No, Cregan would not live his life so. He might well be dead himself then.

Gilliane smiled then, small and sly. “No son of mine ought do any less.”

“Are you winning?”

He turned from the mannequin, startled, to see Nettles just at the edge of the training yard. She had seen him naked and he had not been as flustered. He was in his element here, steel in hand and muscles aching. He did not need to worry she’d be impressed; most who saw him were. But still he was flustered, like a boy at his first bout. She had not seen him here before; he had not expected to see her now. And they were alone, as they had been by the hot springs. It gave the moment an unexpected weight. There were no judging eyes to stare, or mouths to smirk behind hands if his wits proved too dull, his tongue too graceless.

He did so want to say something to make her laugh. He wanted to see those dimples of hers again. Laughter limned her voice more oft than not but rarely lit her eyes; she was more serious than she first appeared. Less so now than her first night here. He had been happy to see it, to bask in the rays of her joy. To be touched by her again.

“If you came afore midday, you would see me win against men of flesh and blood.” He rolled his shoulders backwards but she did not look at his muscles, did not giggle, bite her lip, glance up at him through her lashes with a smile. Was he doing this wrong? He had not done so with either Arra or Jacaerys. Things fell into place differently with them both. He had been different; with her, and with him and now.

“Tomorrow then,” her smile was small, sad. “Tomorrow is…” her last day. His stomach roiled. So little time. Nettles smiled brighter, counterfeit gold. “Tomorrow is a fine time for me to experience the north in full. Bring everything full circle. I shall see your finest sword,” she tipped her head to him and he felt hot blood sweep up his neck to his cheeks, “dance my last jig, mayhap find a shadowcat to tame.” As she walked backwards, she grinned at whatever look must have passed across his face. “Think I couldn’t?”

“I think you could. That’s what worries me.”

“And then when I triumph, you will feel awe instead.” 

She was too far away to hear when he said, “I already do.” Do you not know what you have already won? He would tell her, would overcome his clumsy tongue and find a way to tell her until she knew without doubt. In my eyes, you are crowned in glory.

Read on ao3

[alxarasm]

You haven’t been in a half dead fandom with a niche/lowkey ship unless you’ve found the single blog dedicated to it, averaging 3 likes per post, and then stalked the entirety of it from top to bottom reblogging and liking every single post.

[thesilverlady]

“Familiarity is the father of acceptance.”

au where Aegon ii is actually named heir

[asongoficeandfirehistoryau]

Lord Vaellar Targaryen [178-102 B.C.] Pt 2

[Pictured Above: Lord Vaellar and Lady Naelarys with young Vaenys and Velaenora]

In 142 Vimond [15] and his younger sister Velaenora [13] were officially betrothed by Lord Vaellar and Lady Naelarys and married later that year, to Lady Naelarys’ great delight. She had worried that the odd lower-class tradition of marrying for political gain would not be abandoned by Vaellar. Having grown up in a different class than her husband she wanted her children to only marry within their lineage or to another family of the Great Lords of Valyria to ensure that “the bloodline stays as pure as possible”, something that would eventually cause a great many problems and obstacles that the Targaryen’s would have to overcome in future generations. While Vimond and Velaenora’s marriage was a happy one it was abruptly cut short when Lord Vimond died in one of the many territorial disputes of the empire when his dragon, Yto, was shot down with by a scorpion in 135 B.C.  However, despite only being married a relatively short time, it was a fruitful marriage, producing two daughters, Rhaesella (for her sister) in 140 B.C. and Naeresa (for her mother Naelarys) in 139 B.C. and a son Daerion Targaryen in 136 B.C. Unfortunately, Lady Naelarys would only get to meet one of her grandchildren and was only able to enjoy a few months of being a grandmother before she passed away in late 140 B.C at the young age of 36.

Despite her unfortunately early death, Lady Naelarys still got to see her three eldest children married. In the same year Lord Vimond and Lady Velaenora married, Lord Vaenys, their second son, would marry his cousin on his mother’s side, Lady Nasaena Malaenor (ne Aereneos). This arrangement was able to satisfy both Lady Naelarys traditions and Lord Velaenor’s ambition to continue ensuring their social status by marrying further into one “Great Houses” of Valyria. While it was a fruitful marriage, producing 8 children, it was not always a happy marriage. It was known that Lord Vaenys enjoyed pillow houses and had claimed at least four bastards, none of which were raised within the family or given legitimacy. Lady Relaenna was the next to marry but unlike her siblings she married someone from an upper-class trading family. Lord Vaellar was reticent to consent to the marriage as it brought it him no prestige and would further the idea that he didn’t belong amongst the “Great Families”. However, Relaenna gave him little choice by giving her maidenhood to Tahaedor Calaenor (b. 153 B.C.). They married in 133 B.C. in a discrete ceremony attended only by family. By marrying into House Targaryen, Tahaedor became part of the nobility class and became known as Lord Tahaedor Calaenor “the dragon tamer”, and, like his mother-in-law, upon marring into House Targaryen to everyone’s surprise (as he came from a family with no dragons or dragonriders) he claimed a fierce young dragon, Vaehamarys “the quiet one”, and became an unexpectedly fierce dragon rider allied with House Targaryen. Though Relaenna and Tahaedor’s marriage started out passionately it quickly fizzled out as Relaenna discovered his wandering eye, learning, to her great surprise, that he already had a 3-year-old bastard son he had claimed, Taecenyx Calaenor. While Relaenna grew to resent her husband, she was always kind and motherly towards his bastard children allowing them to take the family name Calaenor and never holding their father’s actions against them. Together Relaenna and Tahaedor only had one legitimate son, Vaemion Calaenor in 131 B.C., named for her father. In that same year, Lord Aenar and Lady Alaeria were married. They, out of all their siblings, had the strongest relationship having grown up close together in age and interests, they were also both dragon riders, Aenar riding Aelu and Alaeria on Vlydra. They would go on to have four children, one being Daenys the Dreamer, the prophetess. Lady Alaehna and Lord Aemor were always expected to marry but Alaehna knew the truth that Aemor had no interest in women and would never love her as more than his sister or provide her children. So, in 120 B.C. Lady Alaehna wed a Prince of The Summer Isles, Jaerys Qo, while this caused some grumblings from Lord Vaellar, he was quickly appeased by the prince’s charm, adventurous spirit, wealth, and land holdings in the Summer Isles. They would go on to have 7 living children. Lord Aemor would remain unmarried and childless but remained close with his siblings and their children, with his twin sister even naming one of her children for him. He had a long-time lover in one of the families retainers, Jaenar Baelreos, who remained a welcome part of House Targaryen and made Lord Aemor very happy. Lord Vaellar was close with all his children, but he loved to dote on his grandchildren, in particular, Naeresa, who grew up to remind him of his beloved wife and the mysterious Daenys with her gift of prophecy.               

Little else is known about Lord Vaellar other than he did not join his son in moving their household to Dragonstone despite still being alive at the time. He so fervently believed in Daenys’ prophecy that he stayed behind and tried to convince as many people as possible to evacuate Valyria. It is rumored a select few listened and went to Valyrian outposts in the free cities with the largest concentration going to Lys. It is assumed that Lord Vaellar died during the Doom with his dragon Firestorm.

[synkverv]

(Jaehaera & Daenaera modern metal band AU; playlist)

Introducing the Little Queens, an up-and-coming duo with their unique blend of doom and groove.

Vocalist and bassist, Jaehaera Targaryen (17), and drummer, Daenaera Velaryon (14), are eager to prove their "metal" in the scene and empower other young women to do the same.

[problemduetest4life]

me going thru the vault AKA the word documents like names like "thing prt 2" and "somethin" to see what abandoned WIPs exist there

[lumidef]

—Jaehaera and the ghost of her dragon "Morghul"(Death)

The dragon only appears at funerals, and only Jaehaera can see him.

[chelireads]

Rhaenyra Targaryen —The Realms Delight

Mother y’all

[completed ver.]

[ilreleonewikiart]

TDIOBCB challenge - day 17:

Friends to Lovers - Jaehaera and Jaeherys

Her two brothers also greeted her when they saw her, but only Jaehaerys, her twin, stood up to greet her, while Maelor remained seated, too busy eating his slice of plum cake to pay attention to her. The more he grew, the more it seemed to her that her little sweet brother became sullen and irritating, a troublemaker who loved to pull hair and tease others, a real torment in short; her twin, on the other hand, was his complete opposite. Jaehaerys matured and emerged from childhood, he showed himself to be a sociable young man with gentle and polite manners, a true prince worthy of the name; just like their mother, he smiled often and had a pleasant comment for everyone, thus winning the goodwill of all the boys in the castle and at court. Being with him was so pleasant that most of the time people forgot about his "peculiarity," as their mother called it: few noticed it because of the long sleeves of the jackets he wore to hide it, but his left hand, unlike the right, had six fingers instead of five, and the same with his feet. Jaehaerys seemed not to mind at all, and every time someone brought up the issue, he laughed it off as if it were nothing, but Jaehaera knew that he suffered greatly from the way people changed their attitude when they saw his "defective" hand, as if he were a monster or a crippled jester and when this happened, she couldn't help but suffer along with him.

- from TDIOBCB chapter 5

(warning: these illustrations are inspired by an AU Divergence and have nothing to do with canon (book or tv show) events and are not meant to be reposted outside of their contest)

[artypurrs-moodboards]

Moodboard of modern au brynden rivers aka bloodraven

[sweetestpopcorn]

me, every time I finish a daemyra-centric chapter of your stories 😂 (but seriously, getting close to 2 million words later and every scene is as good as the first!)

Literally if you take away the smut this sh:t has what? 100k words 😂