TheGreenGnome

Send in requests for one shots! I'm thinking category is ‘Targaryen Realness’! 

I will write for 

Daemon

Alicent

Aemond

Rhaenyra

Aegon

Helena 

Astarion

Aemond

Daemon

Alicent

Rhaenyra

The fire crackled by the side of him. His normally cold body warmed slightly from the heat being produced. Astarion blocked out the chatter from his companions. Even if Gails bold laughter was making it particularly difficult. All but one of his companions sat around the fire, food being shared, stories being told and a good time being had by most.

The figure Infront of the vampire was in a world of her own. Astarion wished he could do that, transport himself to another place entirely. No tadpole, no nightmares nothing but blissful ignorance.

Crouched down before scratch Elora kept her eyes on the animal. One hand holding out to him, a cut of her portion of squirrel grasped in it. The cooked meet burning the skin, but Elora did not seem to notice.

“stay” keeping eye contact Elora slowly moved backwards, hand still Infront of her. Reminding scratch what his reward will be if he follows the instructions. She stops right next to Astarion, barley paying him any mind. Elora lets out a short breath almost like she is preparing herself for her victory.

“Scratch come” The dog paused for a moment, seeming perplexed by the situation he now found himself in.

The look in Elora’s eyes had scratch tilting his head to the side, his eyes darting to Astarions amused face. A quick pat on his thigh clued scratch on what he was meant to do.

Running over to the pair, scratch looks up expectantly.

“Good boy” the dog did not understand what he did to deserve such praise but the taste of squirrel and the sounds of ‘good boys’ made him so happy that his tail would not stop wagging.

Astarion almost did not notice the smile now pulling at his lips. The girls shout to the dog drew the rest of his companion’s attention and soon everyone was congratulating Scratch, like the animal had won a gruelling battle.

Astarion watched as the camp surrounded the girl and dog, both enjoying the attention. A niggling at the back of his mind had Astarion slipping off to his tent. No one would notice him gone and he needed sometime to himself.

His knickknacks sat untouched in the tent, things he had claimed as his own during this adventure. Some that had been thrust upon him by the very person he could not get out of his mind.

Astarion was unfamiliar with this feeling of guilt, sure he had felt upset and even angry at himself before but never guilt. Why would he? He was only doing the bidding of his master, the person that held his afterlife in his tight grip. If he failed, he would suffer, his siblings would suffer. But this, this was a new feeling.

He had used her.

Had manipulated her. She was a means to an end. A way to keep himself safe.

And it felt wrong. At the start it was like a game, one he intended to win. And he did win, he won her trust, maybe even her love. There was no doubt about the love part he mused, not when she followed him around like a love sick hound.

The girl had wormed her way into his unbeaten heart and now he felt guilt. He did not know what to do. Ending things would be an option but the look of sadness on Elora’s face would no doubt send him spiralling along with his head if Karlach ever found out his transgressions.

The flap to the tent slid open, said women steps in. Her small smile, hesitant even. A quick pat to his thigh much like he did earlier with Scratch sent her tumbling into his side. Cuddling up to him despite his lack of warmth.

Astarion would never admit it outload but this was nice. The cuddling, the sitting with one another reading in quiet, the days where they would lay in bed listening to the wind howling outside knowing they were safe inside this small slice of heaven.

Y/N detested tourneys. The overzealous crowd that cheered and booed at every little thing. The uneasy but pleasing bloodshed that made her wish the dress she had picked for the occasion was not so light in colour. But the worst thing about these so-called events was the heat.

It was certainly not a pleasant heat; it was sticky and sweltering and it made the whole thing unbelievably unbearable. Unfortunately, due to her royal status Y.N had to endure. Those should be her house words.

Y/N was sure that this was why the ladies’ fan was created. Said fan was waving at her face in a steady pace but it was simply not doing the trick. Perhaps one of the ogling lords could fan her, mayhap even two of them. At least they would be doing something useful instead of ‘discreetly’ placing bets on rivel houses.

“Are you feeling alright dearest?” Stopping her fan as elegantly as possible, Y/N brings her attention to her aunt.

Rhaenyra Targaryen truly was the realms delight, the hair surrounding her head made her seem otherworldly and her eyes glowed as she glanced at her niece. Rhaenyra was the one family member Y/N could confidently say she loves although her younger cousins could sometimes be entertaining.

“Yes, I am fine. the heat is getting to me today is all”

The look of worry makes Y/N’s heart clench. Its not a look one should see on the face of the heir to the throne. It made the girl want to reach out and take her aunt into her arms. Instead, she reaches for her hand. Y/N clasps it between her own moving her thumb over the back of it.

“Do not worry about me aunty”

Rhaenyra chuckles “I cannot help it” Rhaenyra brushes a wisp of hair from Y/N’s brow. Y/N cannot decipher the look that passes over her aunts face as she sweeps the hair but only a second later that look is forgotten by the neigh of an approaching horse.

The hand holding her own tightens painfully as the knight speaks out to the royal box.

“It would be a great honour if the princess Y/N bestowed her Favor onto me” ignoring the amused chuckles around her the young royal removes her hand from the ever-growing grip and grabs the Favor she had spent the previous night crafting with her younger cousins.

Y/N looks back at her aunt and pauses. Her once angelic face looks unusually angry. Her lips pursed, her brows furrowed and her eyes facing forward. Not acknowledging the girl next to her.

Y/N knew what her duty was. To please the lords and ladies of the realm so she makes sure a smile graces her lips. She smiles prettily down at the knight, a smattering of chuckles thrown in.  “I wish you good fortune to you ser”

The knight bows his head in thanks and makes his way back to the competition. Y/N could not see the knights face but from the proud looking stag on his dented shield, she could take an educated guess.

The look had yet to fall from her aunts face as she made her way back to her seat “Sodjisto”

Ignoring the sounds of metal on wood, Y/N faces her aunt determined to get a reaction out of her.

“I’m fine sweetling” Y/N had never known that tone of voice come from the women next to her before, well never aimed towards her. While Y/N had achieved her end her aunts’ eyes had yet to move from the knight.

An almost bubbling feeling started in Y/N’s stomach, a feeling of dread. Why was her aunt watching this knight like that? Why was it not her that was being looked at?

These feelings were new and confusing. The young girl did not know what to do. A touch on her hand distracted her from her thoughts. Rhaenyra had grabbed the hand next to her, her thumb rubbing the back of it. The weight was comforting.

Fandom – House of the Dragon

Word Count - 626

Pairing – Aemond Targaryen X Reader

Warnings – Very oc Aemond Targaryen

NOTE- I hope this is okay! I'm sorry if Aemond is very occ but i do think given the chance of 'love' he would act very different then we have previous seen from him.

Aemond is a Targaryen prince, a member of the royal family, and a dragon rider. He knew he was better than most in this room yet he could not help but twitch in agitation at the sight Infront of him.

Y/N L/N glided beautifully around the grand hall. Her hair floated after her in an almost halo effect. She truly looked ethereal. The man Infront of her on the other hand looked like he could be Vhagar's next meal.

Aemond's betrothed had only been at court for two moons but Aemond already knew she was his, and his alone.

During their first meeting his lady did not flinch nor gasp at the sight of his face as most ladies of the court had done. No, she had curtsied and smiled prettily up at him. Earnest in her chance to get to know her future husband.

He often found her waiting for him in the great library. The maester acting as a chaperone to the unmarried pair. Y/N would bring her recommendations to him expressing her interest in her latest find while he quietly observed her.

The way her fingers would follow along with the words, gently touching the pages so not to damage them. Her mouth quirking ever so slightly at an amusing or befuddling line, turning the page towards him to share in her merriment.

He had truly never felt so content before. His entire life had been built around duty and honour and this marriage was just another part of his duty. At least at first. He had known what it felt to be feared, loathed, and even hated but never loved. Perhaps he should feel love from his family – his mother at least but he knew all she felt for him was guilt. Guilt at the loss of his eye, at the lack of a loving father. He was the result of duty, much like he assumed his own children would be.

But with Y/N he felt seen. Nothing scandalous had happened between the two. Every interaction perfectly innocent.

“I’m surprised brother” the strong scent of ale and wine hit him as his older brother Aegon leaned his head down “if my women danced with another then that person that dared touch her would no longer have hands”

Aegon rarely said anything of interest to Aemond. He preferred to pretend his brother was not around, it was easier than dealing with him. But for once in his life Aegon made a point.

Ignoring the satisfied smirk on his brother’s face Aemond excused himself from the table. Approaching the dancing pair, the conversation between them became clear.

“I could give you everything he cannot” The man was lucky they were in polite company, or Infront of his mother.

Y/N abruptly stopped her movement. Her partner stumbling awkwardly to keep up. Muttering apologises to the remaining couples.

Removing herself from the embrace, Y/N moves back a polite smile on her lips. “I very much doubt that my lord” curtsying slightly Y/N leaves the startled man behind as he splutters in indignation.

Aemond had never felt like this before. This pure unadulterated joy. He started the man down as he passes. Making his way to his betrothed who had found a nearby servant no doubt to notify the royal family of her departure.

“My lady” said lady spun quickly, a hand clutched to her chest.

“My prince. You startled me” Giving the lady an apologetic smile he takes her hand in his own. Bringing it up to his lips, he gives it a quick kiss amusing himself with the blush spreading across her face.

“Would you like to dance?”

And @ that anon (and everyone else that sends hate): 🤡 <- this is how you look

Daemon gets mad at his wife after she caused herself an injury.

Fandom – House of the Dragon

Word Count - 411

Pairing – Daemon Targaryen X Reader

Warnings – N/A

Y/N knew it was coming, in fact she prepared herself for it, but still the sound of the chamber door slamming open managed to startle her.

“What were you thinking?” the man lurking in the open doorway stood with a tense posture although some would argue that it was his normal stance in life. The servants helping their lady undress yelp at the intruding man.

“You may go” now dismissed Y/N’s two maids swiftly left the couple behind but not before bowing to the royal pair.

“Well? Speak women. Now!” moving towards his lady wife, Daemon grips her chin turning her face upwards closer to his own. Her eyes still not meeting his own he grips harder. His fingers leaving white marks behind in its wake.

“Y/N” softening his hold slightly once he notes the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.

Whimpering Y/N shakes herself free from the hold “I’m sorry” closing her eyes, the tears now rolling down onto her cheeks. Y/N’s lips caught between her teeth as she desperately tries to stop her hiccupping cries.

“Issa jorrāelagon, what possessed you?” kneeling beside his wife he takes a hold of her shaky hands, bringing them up to his lips. The kiss was chaste but full of both love and worry.

“What happened?”

Taking a deep breath again avoiding eye contact the lady began her tale.

“I just wanted to impress you” A watery laugh escapes her. Once again shaking her head at her own stupidity.

“Impress me, by taunting ser crispy so much he drew steel?”

“You have always said that protecting family is the most important thing. You are my family, which means Rhaenyra is my family. I sought to defend her honour” gaining courage through her story Y/N pokes her finger at Daemon as if to put all the blame on him.

Taking a hold of said offensive finger Daemon chuckles “You impress me by just being you love. Protecting our family is something I have always admired in you”

Meeting his eyes Y/N lets out a watery smile “Truly?” Y/N was not typically an insecure woman, she knew her worth but when pit against the might house Targaryen it was easy to feel smaller than she was.

“Truly. You impress me everyday” wiping the tears from her cheeks Daemon places a kiss on her forehead.

Fandom – House of the Dragon

Word Count -1080

Pairing – Helaena Targaryen X Taelor Targaryen (OC)

Warnings – N/A

Taelor Targaryen is the surprise third child of Prince Baelon. After the death of his first and only true wife, Baelon fell into a depression – his true love was dead – how was he meant to continue without her? He needed comfort and who better to comfort the distraught prince than a Lannister. A cunning and seductive Lannister, who now had a seed planted in her belly.

Honor demanded the two wed much to the satisfaction of the Lannister house. Not eight moons later a son was born to the pair. The smug lady Lannister had succumbed to the birthing bed like so many before her, this left a newborn baby in the arms of an emotionless prince.

The most humane thing the gods had ever done for the young prince was to kill his father. While a great parent and role model to his older sons, to Taelor he was cruel and often expressed disgust at the child that had not come from Alyssa. Perhaps he felt guilt over fathering him.

This passing left the young boy in the care of his eldest brother and his family. Raised alongside his much younger niece and nephews.

Due to being several years older then said nephews and niece Taelor adopted a leadership role. He was their protector and he took this job very seriously.

Which is why she was finding it difficult to remain still as the maester stitched up the open wound that once held Aemonds vibrant purple eye. The grip on the back of Taelor’s tunic kept him stable and grounded. Reaching back, Taelor made sure that Helaena was hidden from the view of the crowd around them.

They were Targaryen’s- the greatest power in all of Westeros – a family. So why were they constantly fighting.

His half-brothers only cared for Rhaenyra, all the love they possessed in there boy was given to one instead of spread out too many. Viserys younger children left behind in the wake of their much-loved older sister. Taelor knew from experience how hurtful parental neglect was, so he vowed to be everything his brothers were not. He would show his younger family members the loved that they deserved.

Xxx

When the inevitable search for a spouse for Taelor began, he sat through countless small council meetings his brother and eldest niece throwing potential brides at him.

He was a Targaryen; he would not settle for someone beneath him. So, he went to the queen.

The solar was quiet as both waited for the other to talk. The two had a complicated relationship – still a child herself Alicent was given the task of raising not only her own children but Taelor as well.

“We both know your father wants Aegon on the phone”

Alicent remained calm, sipping her warming tea, her ringed fingers clutching the delicate porcelain.

“I am also aware of your plans to marry him to Helaena” the tea made its way down. The queen’s sole attention on her charge.

“I think it is a foolish decision. To marry two possible heirs to the throne to one another instead of gaining outside alliances”

Humming Alicent seems amused. Of course, she had no desire to wed her children together but her father always got what he wanted. “And who do you suggest?”

“Me” not many things can surprise the queen but it had seemed her ward had achieved this great feat.

“You?” Taelor had always been good to her children and as much as it pained the queen to admit her eldest son was not the ideal candidate to marry her sweet and dream like daughter.

“Why? What would you gain?” everyone had their own plan to win the game- what was Taelor’s?

“A loving wife. No one knows Hel like I do. Aegon would not treat her with the respect she deserves. We both know this to be true”

“Marrying us would guarantee the loyalty of the Lannister’s who have historically been fickle”

Mulling the offer over Alicent asks the question that her father would be desperate to know “and what of your stance to the throne?”

“The throne is of no consequence to me. Whoever sists the throne, it is all the same. I will support Helaena in everything that she does and if that includes helping her brother then so be it”

Xxx

They wed two moons after Helaena turns sixteen, enough time for the couple to prepare for the union. The wedding itself was a small affair, much to the chagrin of the Queen. Knowing how uncomfortable his lady could get around crowds, he insisted on a small ceremony. An idea which gifted him the reward of a shy smile from his soon to be wife.

Helaena looked radiant as she walked towards Taelor to be cloaked. Her dress a hightower green, with white glittering gems encrusted through the bodice. Her hair braided intricately with a silver butterfly pin bringing the look together. The maiden’s cloak was a work of art, well in Taelor’s humble opinion. It perfectly showed who Helaena was. Dreamfyre imagery throughout with a scattering of spiders for good measure. The cloak made as her wedded one held much the same art as the maiden one but with the added image of Taelor’s dragon curled around dreamfyre.

Xxx

Not even three moons later the couple were blessed with good news. A babe was in the princess’s stomach.

That one babe turned out to be two and Prince Jaehaerys and Princesses Jaehaera was born. Throughout the labour Taelor remained at Helaena side. Ignoring the disapproving looks from the maester and the Queen. He swept sweety hair from her face and whispered words of love and encouragement into her ears. Because that was what their relationship was now- love

The babes were only hours old yet they already had their parents wrapped around their tiny fingers.

Xxx

The twins grew fast – too fast for there fathers liking. They brought joy to everyone in the keep, even their uncle Aemond was seen to crack a smile in their presence.

And soon the twins were joined by a younger brother Maelor. The spitting image of his mother, with wide eyes and that curious expression.

The family of five was happy and content. The married couple were often found in the company of one another with their kids following like small ducklings.