#stargaryen

[aemonds-wifey]

Home Part One

Summary: Aemond brings you upsetting news, immediately being your comfort and you need to return home north

(Authors note : Smut 18+)

“Shall I tell the princess …?” Maester Mellor asked

Aemond shook his head “No…I will do it. “ he gently took the ravenscroll from the maesters hand and walked slowly down the corridor back to the chambers you shared.

Opening the door slowly and closed it behind him he held the scroll closely to his chest. He took a sharp breath before silently walking to find you admiring the books Aemond had kept on a large oak bookcase.

He did not speak, he simply exhaled slowly and you turned around smiling at him. “Aemond there you are…I’ve just been to see Aelor in the nursery…”

He didn’t move, he stood there not taking his eye of you, the expression on his face alarmed you as your smile faded

“What is it..?” You asked taking a step forward to him.

He kept the scroll to his chest, looking at you with a sorrow you had not seen before, he looked scared.

“I’m so..so very sorry my love…” he said

Your breath was hitched as you looked into his eye “What is it..?” You repeated worryingly

His hand gently palmed your back and pulled you into him against your chest, your hands clasped over his on his chest as he looked down into your eyes

“Your father…my dear sweet girl he…has passed. I am so sorry.”

Your heart sank , you felt like you had been stood on a trap door and the door had crumbled into ash beneath your feet. You buckled your shoulders and your head fell against Aemonds broad chest. His hand grazed up your back, squeezing the skin as he moved up to the back of your head . Gently stroking your long wavy hair, his chin rested on the top of your head , occasionally kissing your head as he comforted you. He held you with such reassurance that the sadness in you was raw but you were in the arms of the man you loved, he was here for you and after a few moments of silent comfort, he softly spoke “my darling wife I know my words will offer little comfort but I will do what I can to ease your pain…”

You looked up at him , adoringly humbled by his words you knew how difficult this was for him , to respond to vulnerability that you were feeling, to try and comfort you and reassure you that he was there for you. This only made you love him more.

He wiped the tears away from your cheek and kissed the top of your head softly, you closed your eyes at the feel of his lips against your skin.

“You are a balm my love” you whispered

You felt his lips grow with a smile as you spoke.

He scanned your face “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“What else does the scroll say?”

Aemond quietly spoke “They will lay your father to rest by next week.”

You shuddered slightly , even if you left now you would never get there in time “I won’t make it…It’s a months ride from here to Winterfell.” You sighed

Aemond found your gaze and looked at you deeply “I’ll take you…we’ll go on Vhagar.”

You frowned “What…?”

“You should be there…see your father laid to rest...and I will be there for you…by your side.”

You heart fluttered again at his magnanimous gesture , you reached up and kissed him

“Thank you…my dear sweet Husband …” you said as his nose rested against yours

“To Winterfell then…” he said quietly .

*

The pure white backdrop of the familiar tundra you had grown up with was majestic to see again after so long. Aemond set Vhagar down just beyond the walls of Winterfell, As Aemond stood on the snow for the first time he looked in marvel at the surroundings, he had never seen or experienced this cold before.

As you and Aemond walked into the great hall of Winterfell you noticed how Aemond took in the sights differently, the castle walls, the way people spoke and dressed. He was fascinated by new surroundings and what was once your home.

The squire announced you “Prince Aemond and Princess Y/N of house Targaryen.” As the warmth of the hall struck you both and your eyes immediately

Fell to the new Lord of Winterfell standing by the hearth.

Your brother stood there, with a few household staff to greet you. He did not look too pleased when he saw Aemond was with you . Seeing Cregan you were instantly reminded of your father, how you would never see him again, you were sad but in truth you had said goodbye to him when you left to marry Aemond…it was still A sorrowful return to Winterfell.

“Sister…” he said holding his hands out.

You took them, Aemond stood next to you- looking at Cregan.

“Prince Aemond…welcome to Winterfell.” He said coldly “had I known you were coming I would have made arrangements…how did you get here so quickly?” He asked

“We came by dragon…otherwise my dear wife would have missed the funeral.” Aemond spoke.

His velvety voice silenced Cregan for a moment “You brought your dragon?”

“Mmmm” Aemond answered .

“Any other surprises sister?” Cregan Said as he looked at you

“No just us…we left Aelor in Kings Landing…”

Cregan frowned “Aelor…?”

Aemond almost glared and was not able to say anything as you spoke first “Our son…your nephew …I wrote to you telling you about him.”

Cregan shook his head with a tedious smile “Ah yes…sorry sister , well it is a long journey for a child.” He said.

Aemond inhaled sharply, you noticed he placed his hands behind his back.

Cregan looked a little frightened at Aemonds stance , he cleared his throat “I’m glad you are here…we will lay father to rest in the crypt next to mother tomorrow and then say a few words by the tree.”

You nodded “Good brother…thank you.”you knew tomorrow would be a tough day, but you were already at ease with Aemond being with you.

You looked around “I see nothing had changed much…”

He nodded “You can stay in your old chambers if you like…father insisted on leaving it the way you left it.”

You smiled “Ah the old sentimental fool…we will stay there.”

He nodded, briefly looking at Aemond before nodding towards the servant standing by the door “If you will

Show my sister and Prince Aemond to their rooms…they will be tired from their journey. “

Cregans dismissal was typical, Aemond had clearly intimidated him and your brother could not do confrontation.

“I will See you both at dinner tonight …” He said “now if you’ll excuse me I have matters to attend to, Lord Bolton is coming for the funeral.” He said and with that he swiftly left the hall. Aemond looked so unimpressed yet his lips curved into a smile of taunt, you caught it and couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. A young servant approached you and bowed before you both “Princess, Prince …if you would like to follow me.”

*

You opened the door to your chambers you inhabited as a young girl, it was nicely sized and circular - with a view that overlooked the beautiful winter landscape of the north. The last time you stood here was the day your life changed forever the day you left for kings Landing to marry Aemond.

It was bizzare to see him wonder your room, examining trinkets and parts of your life. You closed the door and watched Aemond graze his fingers along your old dressing table, he noticed a circular wooden box with a lock - he looked at you “What secretive belongings are housed in here my dear?”

You grinned and walked over, opening one of the drawers and taking a small book out, as you opened this book a compartment was visible at the back and from there you produced a key. You handed it to Aemond, who smiled with curiosity and opened the box.

He paused at the site of dozens of raven scrolls, the broken targaryen seal in one corner of the box. His hand ruffled through gently, before looking at you “Aee these….?”

You nodded “All your letters you sent me in our youth…I kept them.”

The expression on his face was something you did not expect, he seemed to be sad at first but the look of love he projected onto you was unmistakable

He pulled you into a tight embrace , exhaling slowly as you held you close and securely. You were unsure what to say.

You waited a few moments before looking up at him “Aemond…?” You checked

He caught his breath a moment and took your hands into his, holding them against his chest.

“I wonder to the gods why I was sent such a beautiful, smart and loyal wife…all the misery that had befallen me…I do not deserv-“

You cut him off with a quick tender kiss , one of your hands slid up to cup his sharp jaw

“You deserve everything Aemond…you are a good man, a wonderful and loving husband and the most attentive father …I count my blessings everyday…I would not want anyone else by my side , in both bad and good days…”

He blinked once “You do?”

You nodded “I love you dearly Aemond…nothing will ever change that.” You said kissing his hands.

He exhaled sharply and you felt his breath breeze over your fingers. He smiled lightly at you

“The only good thing my father ever did….betroth me to you .” He said before kissing you deeply.

You moaned into his mouth as his hand clutched onto the base of your spine , in turn your hands slithered up his chest and began to frivolously unfasten his tunic.it dropped to the floor , your hands moved to his firm shoulders and you swirled him around to the bed- pushing him down on his back. His eye was wide in desire at your confidence.

You sat on him, feeling his hard cock twitch against your folds as his hands squeezed your thighs, he sat up and laced the corset strings in between his fingers - pulling on them exposing your breasts, he latched onto one of your breasts with his mouth, your head fell back in intense pleasure as his other hand pulled down your underwear and feeling his thumb circle your sensitive bundle against your core. You leaned forward bringing Aemonds head up to meet your lips, as he slipped a finger inside you you bit his lip. A frustrated moan left your lips as His hands broke away from your wet folds, he fumbled with his front and you felt his cock break free - you firmly placed your hands on his shoulders as you shuffled yourself to sink onto him- as he slowly entered you you gasped and squeezed the skin on his shoulders. You wrapped your arms around his neck .

As your hips rolled against him, one of his hands graced up your spine and held the back of your neck as he met your hip rolls with thrusts and ecstatic moans of pleasure. His other hand was wrapped around your back, holding you securely- you kissed the side of his head as you cried out his name again and again, he in turn bit down on the skin on your collarbone, which only intensified the waves of Pleasure you were experiencing.

“Aemond I’m…” your voice broke as you felt your walls clench around him, in a sweet moment your exhaled your sounds of high satisfaction against his temple, he groaned deeply , the vibrations of his voice and his release was too much and you heart hit a point of pure ecstasy. You both came together and you felt him empty himself inside you, holding on tight both of your gasps settled, breathing back in rhythm together. Aemond fell back bringing you with him, kissing your lips softly as he stayed inside you, your fingers ran through his now messy silver hair, smiling as you felt his hands smoothly caress your back.

“I love you Y/N” you heard him whisper in between kisses

You smiled at his declaration , you would never tire of hearing him profess his love to you, it was like music to your ears.

“I love you too.” You answered with a loving kiss.

Part Two

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[rozsesandart]

Rhaegar Targaryen crowns Lyanna Stark🥀

“Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty's laurel in Lyanna's lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost” - Eddard, AGOT

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[thesunwillshineonusagain757]

Does Jon exist in any of your rhaelya aus? I would love to hear what Jon did on the Stark family vacation that almost killed his dad

Omg the vacation one I was thinking about like early dating Lyanna and Rhaegar but I can imagine what Jon would do in a family vacation that would make Rhaegar almost die like :

Ate a dug beetle than vomiting it and Rhaegar got it all on his hands;

While on Braavos failing in a one of the canal and almost being carried to the sewer;

When Lyanna and Rhaegar were packing their bags Jon sneaked out of the room and got on to the elevator, he almost left the hotel but he stopped to look at a stray dog on the lobby;

They were on the airplane when baby Jon had the worst blow-out diaper Rhaegar had ever experienced, the air plain had to emergency landing ;

He once picked up what looked like a stray puppy during a vacation to Lya’s family home. It was a wolf… and they kept it (yep it’s ghost );

Once they thought it was a good idea to let Jon pack his own bag he was stopped at security because he had brought a penknife;

When they were at an amusement park Jon got clotheslined by the metal chain dividing the lines of the roller coaster he insisted on going. He proceeded to fall crack his skull on the concrete and throw up on Rhaegar before passing out;

Finally when they were at the airport coming back from one of their vacations at Winterfell Jon got off of the plane his parents were in and went back to his uncle Brandon’s home Rhaegar thought he had been trafficked;

[house-of-daenerys]

[soleilpirate]

Aaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!! The wolf sigil! The scaaarr!

OMG their CROWNS!!! 😭 😍

Jon Snow and Queen Daenerys I

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[the-lady-rebecca]

This was my birthday cake from 2 years ago.

Obviously it takes inspiration from Game of Thrones.

House Targaryen with the dragon egg. My favorite house with my favorite dragon that Daenerys had Viserion.

And I had the wolf prints added to represent House Stark my 2nd favorite house that I connect with.

These two houses are the two houses that I connect most with. Targaryen being more.

In a month it will be my birthday again and I already placed a order for a new cake.

[west1rosi]

the basics of the videos we just saw with mari:

assha.i basically being the ancient capital of the great empire of the dawn, the ancient dragonrider civilization that said to taught valyrians how to bind with dragons (valyria haven't been form after the long night, so there is proof that there was another dragonrider civilization). asshai's black stone being what is left of the cataclysm that destroyed the empire (as well the fact their civilization are known for magic and very ancient ancient texts). asshai being a big ass city with walls making no sense considering that the inhabitants are so little, leaving room to point out that the city used to be something else. it connects valyria and also westeros.

purple eyes are said by george to not be necessarily valyrian. having ancient travellels from the great empire going to westeros for trade and such and stablish there would explain house dayne's looks (ashara and arthur's eyes and edric's blond and pale skin with blue eyes, and gerald purple eyes and silver like hair).

it also explains dawn as the possible original lightbringer and the presence that the last hero was a stark, who borowed the sword to fight the others. parallelism with ned defeating arthur in combat and returning the sword to the daynes after a war.

it also draws more connection with starks and targaryens with more stargaryen agenda. the two (three) houses all connected.

history repeating itself with jon being the one to possible wield dawn as the stark hero (with the added targaryen blood and dayne blood, as house dayne married into targaryens once until dany's generation). it also connects dany as the one to bring the knowledge of the ancient dragonriders if she is meant to visit asshai.

the gemstones kings as ancestors of valyria from the great empire of the dawn having eyes of : pearl, jade, tourmaline, onyx, topaz, opal.

one of the variants of color of tourmaline gem is rubellite. melisandre's eyes are said to be of a red color. that would also connect her own blood and ancestry (she is from asshai) to the kings. mel being the one to bring jon back from the dead has more meaning now.

targaryens having different shades of purple eyes (rhaegar was said to have dark indigo, viserys more lilac, dany's eyes mind you being said to look like ashara's, another link there to their shared ancestry).

ice, the ancestral sword of house stark being named as such while dawn being described of a pearl white color. we are told the sword ned polishes is 400 years old but it's not the original ice. the convention of naming the sword such coming from their ancestor at the long night wielding dawn.

the empire of the dawn; the sword dawn, nuff said.

stark's having gray eyes and the thought of the black/grey stone one of the kings wordshipped and brought the long night. the one of the starks that echoes the last hero being jon, known for his deep grey eyes (theorized to also be a dark indigo hidden under the big stark features).

anyways:

[vivacissimx]

the sansa/arya and baela/rhaena comparisons are sooo forced, like not to be A CUNT but the randomized fire & blood+asoiaf bullshit parallel industrial complex needs an axe taken to it. what's next. arya is uhhh aerea and sansa is rhaella because fandom has starks: only sisters ever disease. jonrya is real because baela married her legitimized bastard relation, but also JONSA confirmed because rhaena hatched a dragon and sansa is the REAL mother of dragons, by which i mean joncerys stargaryen's babies <3 it just never ends

[theforgottenmcrmy]

the next part of growing strong, oaths part 2/3, is now up

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[swallowtail-ageha]

9 and 10 for ASoIaF!

9- Worst part of canon

Just... the extremely racist way the Dothraki are written lol. Words upon words have been spent on how they (and essos in general, and dorne) are a mishmash of orientalist tropes which imo just makes dany's arc worse. I love her but i would also have loved if the people she is interacting on a daily basis with were also treated with the same depth that the other minor characters from westeros are treated with culture and character wise

10- Worst part of fanon

Godd whatever the fuck is the mishmash of jon stargaryen targ restoration wolf with wings sansa pol!jon and (fanfiction wise) the self insert gigachad fucks all women in westeros fanfics. Just... a blend of misogyny and bad writing and racism that makes me want to bang my head against a wall because *why* choose asoiaf out of all series to do this

Not to mention the wild misogyny where again, if you are a female character, even like. A kid, its complete damned if you do damned if you dont and every flaw you have is a sign you are an irredeemable monster that should get put down

Violence ask

[thekillersagent]

the R + L = J reveal is so gooooood! look at this idiot's face, how stargaryen

[editsbyray]

jon snow icons ++ these pics had very different lighting so it was difficult to edit but i hope you find something you like and can use ++ please, like or reblog it if you download it

[the-shadow-master]

"𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓡𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓛𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓽." ❤🌹

[ladyaryawolf]

Jonrya//Modern AU

[aryaarianne]

HOUSE STARGARYEN

Featuring Aaron Bernards as Jon Snow, Ola Rudnicka as Daenerys Targaryen, Kelsey Asbille as Arya Stark

In the wake of the battle against winter itself, the people look to the Sky Queen Daenerys, the Moon Queen Arya, and the Snow King Jon to lead them into spring. The lords and ladies whisper of Aegon and his sisters reborn, but the smallfolk know the truth. They are finally governed by their own kind - soldiers, refugees, and orphans all three. The first of the Stargaryens never forget how it feels to be hungry or to face hardship, and it is this understanding upon which a new era of progress for Westeros is established.

[cityoffireandblood]

A city of fire and blood IV

This is the FOURTH part of the a City of Fire and blood fic!!! The first three parts can be found in my blog!! If you would like to be tagged so you don’t miss the next parts tell me in the comments. 

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Part IV: The two queens

It was time. Tyrion Lannister had faced the prospect of death a time too many, but he doubted he would have the pleasure of such experience ever again. This is it.

He would die for having own thoughts, as any thinking man does. Soon he would find himself in the company of his siblings and father in the seven hells, where all Lannisters went for well-paid deeds.

--

Daenerys was fixed on the mirror’s reflection. Practicing a smile, one that she ought to give Jon for all that he had hurt her, one that she ought to give Drogon for blessing them with his flames. It had been long since The Khaleesi had smiled truly, and even the corners of her mouth ached with every attempt. Had her last smile been to Jon? Daario? the she-wolf Sansa?

She tried no more as she remembered. Missandei. The purest soul she had known. She had raged for a lover before, but such rage had been nothing compared for the fires caused by losing her Missandei.

The Khaleesi showed her teeth to the mirror once more, but feared what stared back at her. Tired, angered, confused. Not broken. Targaryen don’t break. She saw Viserys, and she supposed she saw her father too. Even though she never had seen his face, but she knew it had to be him. All the madness that taken its toll on him was also marked in her own skin. She felt her lips fail her and tremble. She had no one. Yet, she smiled as tears ran down her face in fury.

--

Three Starks entered the dragon’s pit, all unaware of the others.

Jon and Tyrion were pushed in their chains towards the centre, for everyone to witness the spectacle, the burning. In the crowd sat the few survivors of King’s Landing, undoubtedly fearful to share the traitors’ fate if they hadn’t done so. Probably the whole city was present, and half of the seated men were Unsullied. Who would dare to attack after the burning?

Grey Worm gave Jon a push, and he fell to his knees. Valar morghulis, the eunuch whispered into his ear as he was aggressively pulled up by the same man. Would giving a fight be worth it? There was none that could kill a dragon.

--

Sansa Stark walked into the dragon’s pit, but refused to curtsy at the so called queen, but Daenerys Targaryen could not force her to do so. The slightest movement of arm, pushing of will, and Brienne of Tarth would cut any of her men in half.

“Let Jon go, free Tyrion,” Sansa Stark commanded, “give back the King of the North, or have the North rage upon the ashes of your ending reign.”

Daenerys didn’t flinch at her request. The audacity. Sansa was truly a fool to believe, even for a second, that she could be threatened.

“Please do so,” she challenged, “I would like to see the twenty northern men who have survived fight for a traitorous bastard and a dwarf. When will you understand, dear Sansa, that the dragon consumes the wolf.”

Daenerys Targaryen took a step towards Sansa, but Sansa remained still. She towered Daenerys, and she had encountered herself with monsters before. Jeoffrey, Ramsay, Littlefinger, Cersei...all those who had taken too much away from her, all those who had put her in ice and fire, constant fear and torture. What none of them had expected is that ice and fire forge blades, and she had become the unyielding blade whose song would pierce their hearts, make them draw a last breath, curse her name as they died. A song of ice and fire. So let Daenerys Targaryen take a step towards her, for there was nothing she feared.

She raised her voice for the whole pit to hear, “I would be more careful of your words, Khaleesi. The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.”

Unsullied raised their spears in a second, but Brienne stepped forward, fulfilling her duty of protecting her queen.

--

For the first time in a while, a dragon roared inside the pit, and folk shuddered in response. Gendry Baratheon made the effort to remain composed. As lord of one of the major houses, he couldn’t decline any invitation from the queen. Even if it was for the execution of someone who had worn a crown before. He tapped his fingers against his leg, failing to seem relaxed. Could someone ever relax with a hidden warhammer?

Sansa Stark sat by his side as the prisoners approached.

“Good to see you, Lord Baratheon,” she said cooly. He nodded in response.

He responded absently minded, “Lady Stark, always a pleasure. How is your lady sister faring?”

Sansa rolled her eyes, “ready to take responsibilities I hope. I do feel like a liability to her.” Gendry could see that she was tensing her fists, and laid a gentle hand on hers.

“No Stark is liable I am afraid, and your sister will do just fine.”

I hope she does.

--

Daenerys voice boomed, “people of Westeros, what I bring before you are two traitors, both of noble houses. Both married to their self interest, with no intention of devoting to the realm. Both betrayed their queen for self interest. Both condemned for their self interest. People of Westeros, I will not pardon those who only act of self interest.”

Hands tied behind him, Jon Snow was uncomfortable for how close Grey Worm was to him. Let it be over with.

“Spread your fingers,” Grey Worm spoke behind him.

Jon did as he was ordered, and felt a familiarly strange object be put in his hands.

Grey Worm spoke anew, “sitck them with the pointy end.”

“Bring the traitors forward, Grey Worm,” The Khaleesi ordered.  Behind them unsullied banged the floor with their spears.  

Grey Worm did not obey.

“BRING THEM FORWARD.” The Unsullied froze, to see what Grey Worm was to do, but he unsheathed a dagger and slit the throat of the guard that held Tyrion. The Unsullied watched as their brother fell, but remained frozen.

A second later they raised their spears as Daenerys Targaryen screamed DRACARYS in horror, for Grey Worm removed his face to reveal none other than Arya Stark. 

Drogon remained still, as his eyes rolled back and turned all white.