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Of Doomed Devotion and Other Insults
Rhaegel drunkenly says Vaera and Daeron remind him of Shiera and Bloodraven, and Maekar immediately loses his shit. Baelor and Aerys just find it hilarious, and every day is the perfect day to annoy the hell out of your short-fused baby brother.
Daeron x Vaera (O.C)
Not many people knew this, but Prince Rhaegel Targaryen had a talent for saying things that should remain inside his head. That was known in the family, accepted, and often ignored as he poured himself some wine.
Unfortunately, that afternoon, a lot of wine had been poured.
The four Targaryen princes had been sitting in one of the private royal family sitting rooms. A sitting room where Queen Myriah favored having her large family while they played cards, swindled each other, and insulted each other when the Cyvasse gameplay got too close to home.
That night, it was late, very late. Too late, and the princes sat there well after hours. Prince Baelor sat near the window with a cup in hand while Prince Maekar stood close to him, with his arm as if wanting to fight him, and Aerys, who got them both out of the comfortable armchairs.
Rhaegel had not said a word in ten minutes. He had been staring at his cup with a silly smile. âVaera and Daeron,â he chuckled as he started, âthey remind me of Shiera and Bloodraven at times.â
Baelorâs mouth twitched. Maekar turned his head slowly. Aerys looked up from the scroll he had in his hand. The silence was thick, but Baelor chuckled. He shouldnât have chuckled.
âWhy are you laughing?â Maekar said, his eyes snapping to Baelor.
âI am not laughing,â Baelor said with a smile, failing to hide it.
âYou are clearly laughing,â Maekar continued.
âI am merely breathing with amusement.â
Maekar looked appalled. âBreathing with amusement?â He shook his head. âYou are fucking laughing!â
Aerys smiled. âIt is true!â
âYou stay out of it, you little shit!â Maekar snapped.
âI am here only physically. My spirit left this room when Rhae decided to open his mouth.â
Rhaegel leaned forward in his chair as he put the cup of wine to the side. âNo, listen! Vaera, lovely Vaera. Our niece is beautiful, proud, and sharp. Always pretending she does not notice he is looking at her. He follows her like a dog, with miserable, sad dog eyes, brooding in corners, ready to ruin his life if she doesnât talk to him that day, or she ignores him . . . itâs exactly like Shiera and Brynden at that age . . . still at this age!â
âYou take that back, you little shit!â Maekar snapped again.
Baelor made another sound. That time, it was a laugh.
âAnd why are you laughing, you fucking bastard!You should find it insulting.â
Baelor lifted his brow. âShould I?â
âYes, he is comparing your precious daughter to that witch-harlot and my son to that patheticââ
Baelor couldnât help it. Seeing Maekar like that, so enraged, was one of the few pleasures his life had granted him. Aerys was now fully enjoying this, his dramatic little brother acting as if Baelor had sided against him.
âYou think this is funny?â
âYes,â Baelor said.
âIt is not,â Maekar started.
âIt is!â Baelor laughed.
âMy son is not fucking Bloodraven!â
âNo, of course he is not,â Aerys laughed. âDaeron is much prettier.â
âYou shut your fucking mouth!â Maekar snapped at Aerys.
âI thought you wanted me to speak more when we are all together!â
âNot like this! Insulting my son!â
âHow many times has Daeron asked Vaera to marry him?â Rhaegel asked.
âYou shut your fucking mouth!â
Maekar was about to say something, but nothing came from his open mouth, making Baelorâs smirk widen as he drank the remainder of his wine.
âSince they were three and ten?â Baelor asked. âPerhaps 13â15 times.â
âMore!â Aerys said.
âThat is not true!â Maekar said, trying to fight the allegations.
âIâll give it to him, he quickly discovered the enchantments of the fairer sex!â Rhaegel said.
âVery single-minded,â Aerys said. âLike a dog with a bone!â
âVaera is not a bone!â Baelor pointed out.
âDidnât Vaera joke that there are no differences between a sausage dog and Daeron?â
Baelor laughed. âIf I recall, my daughterâs exact words were, âYou are like a sausage dog at a banquet, Daeron.â Vaera is not a bone, sheâs the banquet!â
Both Aerys and Rhaegel were covering their mouths with pillows as they saw Maekarâs pale face turn red.
âDo not call my niece a banquet!â
âI call my daughter whatever I wish!â
âYes, but not in relation to my son!â Maekar snapped.
âI did not say Daeron was welcome to try the banquet!â
Aerys was in tears now, a strangled sound coming from his throat as he held onto Rhaegel.
âOh, but how he wants to be invited to dine in that banquet!â
Maekar walked toward his brother. âYou are about to go to your rooms and explain to Alys why you have a broken nose.â
âMaekar!â Baelor stood, trying to diffuse his brotherâs temper.
âNo!â Maekar started. âDO NOT MAEKAR ME! He sits here comparing my son to that freak of nature, your daughter to Shiera, and now all of you are laughing as if my Daeron has not been slandered!â
Aerys raised a finger. âTechnically, Vaera was also slandered.â
âAnd that is why you should be offended!â Maekar continued.
âI would be, but I am first very much aware of my daughter and her nature to instigate chaos and hunger where Daeron is involved, and second, I am very much enjoying your outrage. It is like when you did not want to take your midday nap and you were fighting with your eyes closed, telling your nursemaid sleep was for the weak!â
âMy outrages are always justified!â
âIt is beautiful!â Aerys joked, making Maekar glare. âIn a very loud way!â
âMaekar," Rhaegel started, "Daeron does have the same devotion. Doomed devotion. You must admit that. Your boy, he looks at our niece as if she is the last cup of wine in a dry kingdom.â
Maekar lunged, but Baelor caught him by the collar like a mother cat would hold her kitten.
âBrother!â Baelor warned as Rhaegel laughed.
âLet me go!â
âNo!â
âHe insulted my boy!â
âHe made a comparison.â
âA disgusting, filthy, pathetic comparison!â Maekar was truly now having a tantrum.
âYou are overreacting. It was said with love, and it has its merits,â Aerys said.
Maekar looked at Aerys with pure, pathetic hatred, looking a little bit like Daeron in certain light.
âFuck you.â
âI withdraw!â Aerys joked, making Baelor laugh.
âAnd you,â Maekar said, pointing at Baelor, âyou stand there grinning like a smug fool because your daughter has my boy wrapped around her finger.â
Baelor smiled. âMy daughter has many talents.â
âDo not look so proud of it.â
âI am proud of her.â
âShe torments him!â Maekar shrieked.
âHe likes it,â Baelor said.
âHe barely survives it.â
âThat sounds like a Daeron problem,â Baelor said.
âWhich brings us back to Daeron being like Brynden . . .â
âSay it one more time!â Maekar was now too easy to rage bait.
âI still think itâs romantic!â Rhaegel said.
âRomantic? Romantic? My son acts like a fool, following her skirts like a cursed idiot while she enjoys it, and you find it romantic?â
Rhaegel considered it. âVery much!â
âIt has structure,â Aerys added.
âPassion,â Rhaegel continued.
âConsistency!â Aerys went on. âIt is not a fad. Looks real.â
âVery much like you and Dyanna,â Baelor smirked, remembering how weird and odd Maekar had been when he first laid eyes on Dyanna.
Maekar looked at his three older brothers.
âFuck you!â he said, pointing at Rhaegel. âAnd you,â he said now to Aerys.
âNaturally,â Aerys laughed.
âAnd especially you!â Maekar snapped at Baelor. âYou smug bastard.â
âI love you too, brother,â Baelor smirked.
âKeep your love.â
Baelor laughed, making Maekar mutter something under his breath, but as he was about to say something, the door swung open and Daeron stood there.
âWhere is Vaera?â Those were his only words.
Rhaegel and Aerys wanted to laugh and did not hold it in.
âWhat?â Prince Daeron asked.
âGo back to your chambers!â Maekar ordered him.
âNo. Where is Vaera? She promised me something, and I am to collect payment.â
âReally hard on beating the allegations.â Aerys said under his breath.
âIt is really hard not to see the similarities!â Baelor laughed. âShe is in her chambers, and these are not hours for you to visit her. It will have to wait until tomorrow!â
might make a more effortful post later with actual quotes to support this reading but I'm increasingly thinking that Arya's arc post-AGOT, especially in Braavos, deliberately subverts her initial desire for 'adventures' and 'travel' and general curiosity. instead it gives us a horrific travelogue where she's tired and hungry and in rags and fearing for her life and watching people she cares for die and trying to turn her anger and desire for justice into a prayer for vengeance and trying to bury her grief and loss by stripping herself of her identity and throwing herself into a death cult even as she is miserable and completely alone. These are not fun experiences that Arya gleefully embraces because she's secretly a sadistic little girl (she is not), but lonely and difficult ones which give her a vantage point into different walks of life - in a way that demands an obliteration of herself. In some ways it's the opposite of a typical adventure story arc which is all about coming-of-age in a journey of literal discovery as well as self-discovery, where the protagonist has a former sense of self at the end of it. In Arya's case, that sense of self is something she is battling with - circumstances are demanding she sacrifice it, but she can't quite give up the last vestiges of Arya Stark. She keeps needle and she dreams of being the 'night wolf' - reminders of her home, the people who loved her, the magic that's specific to being a Stark, the sense of pack and community and belonging Nymeria has. I think a key thing to pick up on here is the presence of people and pack - Arya's curiosity is less about places and more about different types of people! Usually, travelling (over months or years) means letting go of stronger, more rooted social connections to meet people new, but Arya isn't even getting the latter and is deeply isolated in Braavos.
In any case, I think this gives us some hints about her eventual direction. If her arc is a cursed travelogue where she is apart from her pack, then her rejection of the faceless men and her reclamation of 'Arya Stark' will involve finding her pack. if there's any lessons she will take from the faceless men, it won't be becoming an emotionally dead cut-throat killer, but rather the empathy she develops through literally walking through the world wearing different faces, experiencing the limitations of what it means to be poor, blind, so ugly one is loathed, etc. and once she has returned to herself and her people - perhaps 'inheriting' the Brotherhood from her mother and helping them find a more focused purpose outside of the vengeance she once craved, that they once pursued with Lady Stoneheart - I can't really see her wanting to leave any time soon. Any endgame scenario where Arya gets off on a ship and goes in adventures misses that she's already done that! She's had adventures! (Too many adventures). Westeros might currently have restrictive roles for women but the calamity of the long night, the need for women to take arms (GRRM is a boomer who grew up in the shadow of WWII, remember), & her and others' efforts to actively challenge social roles might mean they're not so restrictive that she has to escape (and where would she escape to? Is it that better in Essos?). More likely she would decide to stay with her pack, with her roots, and try and rebuild her home.
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The Erased Tale Of Visenya Targaryen Chapter Thirty Four - GrandMother
manâs best friend | cregan stark x reader
Word count: 1.8k
Summary: Cregan Stark returns home to a strange request from his lady wife.
Author's note: This was requested by a sweet anon, and I kind of put my own spin on it. I hope that you enjoy! Cregan better be in season 3. I only need a glimpse please Ryan Condal I beg of you. Content tags are smut, p in v, unprotected sex, praise, established relationship, mentions of infidelity, cockwarming, cannon divergence, no use of y/n, no physical description of reader, mentions of wlw sex, mentions of threesomes, pet names
When you pull up to the âmamas boy/girlâ competition thinking nobody could possibly love their mom as much as you, then you see one of Rhaenyraâs sons walk in the room:
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Discussing House of the Dragon season 3 with David Douglass, and eating Texas BBQ!
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Elia week2026 | Day 2: Family
The very first meeting between the Princess of Dorne, Elia Martell, and Queen Rhaella Targaryen.
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THE GOOD-BROTHERâS WIFEâDyanna Dayne & Maekar Targaryen
Dyanna x Baelorâs wife!reader x Maekar
content: Maekar wonât step over that line of boundaries, but his wife will.
words: 3.7k
cw: MDNI 18+ cunniligus, fingering, thigh humping, nipple play, p in v, threesome, infidelity (?), slight cuckolding, set in around 194 ac, can be read as apart of the dragon princesâ wife hidden truth au or as a standalone. if read as standalone it should be known Maekar and reader use to do the nasty and Aerion is her son and baelor is his "father" rather than Dyanna and Maekar's son, in this i invisioned Dyanna having dark hair and violet eyes, reader is Dornish, but no features are ever described.
a/n: I've never written a female x female fic before so I hope I did it the justice that these two dornish badies need. lastly Baelor and Maekar better watch out before I snatch up their wives.
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Dyanna Dayne was not supposed to be a part of your life. She was never a part of the plan, not that the three of you had ever truly made one⌠Well you and Maekar, Baelor had made one in which he thought was fool proof until it had failed.Â

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