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⚔️ Pairing: Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenys Targaryen

⚔️ Summary: Rhaenys Targaryen, once denied the crown and long hardened by loss, volunteers to ride Meleys into battle when Criston Cole lays siege to Rook’s Rest. Heavily pregnant but unwilling to stand aside, she flies from Dragonstone into the storm. In the skies above the burning Crownlands, she must face Vhagar, the largest dragon alive, and her ruthless rider, Aemond—risking everything to defend the realm, and to ensure that a woman will not be denied the crown a second time.

the right kind of chaos

🩺 Summary: When Cooper hugged her in a crowded hallway and called her “my love,” O’Hara chalked it up to a joke in poor taste. But he looked devastated as he muttered, “Wrong timeline,” and Eleanor wished she hadn’t heard him at all. Because that’s when the lies began to unravel.

A Fugue of Absence

Pairing: Joseph Bede/Petra Mayler

Summary: Joseph attends the Bach concert he once promised to see with Petra, hoping to find solace but instead confronting the weight of her absence.

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⚔️ Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenys Targaryen

⚔️ Summary: Rhaenys wrestles with a delicate mix of guilt and cautious happiness when she discovers a secret that could upend her world—and the fragile bonds of loyalty within her family.

Excerpt below the cut. | Read in full at AO3.

have been wanting to show little snippets of my canon divergent Daemon x Rhaenys AU so might make this into a series

Rating: G

Summary: Daemon had never known a world without his mother, and when she passed, the world suddenly felt too big and too empty.

you'll see, we'll see

Daemon had never known a world without his mother, and when she passed, the world suddenly felt too big and too empty. He didn’t cry in front of the others, not even when the silent Septa took him away from her body. But later, when no one was watching, he found himself alone in the godswood, his heart aching with a grief too large for his young body.

Rhaenys found him there, sitting beneath a weirwood, his silver hair messy and his eyes red. She was just a few years older, but her presence felt warm and steady, like sunlight breaking through the clouds. Without a word, she sat beside him, her hand slipping into his.

“It’s all right to be sad,” she said softly.