Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too
As Daenerys’s hand clasped his, he gave it a squeeze. “For as long as you want me to be.” He told the silver haired queen as he focused his attention on the woman and not on the dragon as he surveyed the landscape around them and Dragonstone. “I’m elated to have family, my blood family.” Aegon murmured as he slowly pulled her closer to him, hesitating before he embraced her in a short lived hug, still unsure of what kind of relationship the newfound family would have.
“Shall we go celebrate?” He asked as he resumed their distance and looked back at Dragonstone. “Rhaegal and I. It seems unfair that Viserion will have none bonded to him, no rider.” He commented as the green and bronze dragon huffed as Aegon moved further away, to which Aegon gave a laugh. Always temperamental these beasts. “Oh, Daenerys, is there a free room in Dragonstone for me?” He asked as he realized before he celebrated and feasted he might need to freshen up.
If they had a kid meme
send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.
Name: Rhaegar ‘the libertine’ Targayren II
Gender: Male
General Appearance: Silver hair, purple eyes. Typical Targ features. Has more of his mothers face but his father’s height.
Personality: Best of both worlds with his personality. He’s a
gentleman, kind and caring but not afraid to be stubborn and take a
stand even if it means playing dirty and getting dirty. Can be too much
of a charmer which gets him into trouble.
Special Talents: He’s wonderful with a bow and knows his way around an axe. He can parkour like no ones business.
Who they like better: Aegon
Who they take after more: Dany
Personal Head canon: Rhaegar likes to spend his nights stargazing outside
Face Claim: Lee Pace
Name: Ellia ‘the valiant’’ Targayren
Gender: Female
General Appearance: Again, typical Targ features. Small and petite.Light almost pale purple eyes.
Personality: Quirky. She’s not a good people person and is very nervous and awkward when forced into interactions.
Special Talents: Flute playing. She’s also good at Maester like tasks with healing.
Who they like better: Dany
Who they take after more: Aegon
Personal Head canon: She still tries to get piggy back rides from Rhaegar even now they are adults
Face Claim: Rose Mciver
Name: Vissera ‘the fierce’ Targayren
Gender: Female
General Appearance: Softer features with high cheekbones, yet again
typical Targ features, slightly more golden hints in her silver hair.
Darker violet eyes
Personality: Sweet and charming as she can be but it seems she may
have inhertited that coin flip and some of the Targ madness can be seen
if she gets too overwhelmed or frustrated with someone. Is prone to
‘acting out’ and other violent behaviors. She would not pause on hurting
someone if she thought it was needed.
Special Talents: She’s mastered horse back riding for early on at a young age
Who they like better: Ageon
Who they take after more: Viserys Aegon
Personal Head canon: She has spent time with the faceless men and learnt their ways for a few years.
You will get— Adequate ship building time. Realistic obstacles for them to overcome. Sweet fluff. Sexy smut. (if you want) As much action as I can mange. Tons of angst. Possibly random drabbles. Occasional gif/photo sets, or manips. @ tagged in all kinds of things. Headcanons about anything and everything. Completely sick of my ass.
She had been raised by Viserys to acknowledge him as her rightful King and as she had gotten older, her brother had talked obsessively about how Targaryen’s had to keep their blood pure and that was why they took siblings to wed. Daenerys had not been stupid, fearing the day when his fists were not going to be the only part of her brother she had to endure. She had only been spared that by Magister Illyrio’s wise choice to post guards outside her door on the eve of her ‘wedding’ (sale) to Khal Drogo. It might surprise her guest to know that she had spent so much of her childhood on the streets. There had been no generous family to raise her as their own.
“The Usurper would never have been given the chance to murder my brother had not my father broken so poorly with his Lords. I was raised by my brother, my poor deluded brother, but I am not he. I know the ills our father perpetrated. The throne is my right because I intend to take it,” Daenerys explained as they walked through the corridor and down the steps to the ground outside. Viserion and Rhaegal were sunning themselves on the rocks. Drogon was closer but he roused and began approaching. “He is. They all are,” she replies with a low smile. Drogon stopped, his molten red gaze narrowing at Dany’s companion and he loosened a near-deafening roar.
It’s not her massive black dragon, however, that she was watching, having noted the verdant green was awake and coming up behind Drogon. Where the black and red dragon had stopped, the green and bronze continued forward, pausing before Daenerys. He and Viserion are not quite as big as Drogon, but they are still fearsomely massive. To her great shock, Rhaegal took another step forward, chuffing at her companion, at first it is a low chuff and then the green roared. “Do not move,” Daenerys exclaimed loudly, but she need not have. This Aegon had not lowered his hand and the green moved just close enough to press his nose to it. She turned to Aegon with wide eyes and parted lips. “You… you’re… you’re my nephew,” Daenerys stammered, tears of joy welling up in her eyes.
Aegon’s eyes raised to meet the green dragons as it ventured fourth sliding past it’s brother to nudge the man’s hand with it’s nose. Aegon pressed his hand to the dragons scales memorized by the feeling, knowing he had felt this similar scaley texture before and gave a smile.
“Yes, yes I am Daenerys.” Aegon spoke, noticing how her eyes welled up. “This is Rhaegal correct?” He asked as he patted the dragons maw, testing how much further the dragon would allow him to touch. “Are…are you going to be okay?” He asked looking over at the woman. Unsure if he should offer her some sort of comfort and took note of her already striking features being played up even more by the sinking sun.
“So, will you have your Nephew at your side?” He asked as he dropped his hand from the dragon only to extend it outwards to Daenerys. Truth be told he was just as emotional about being accepted for who he was and he couldn’t help but give a nervous and excited laugh.
you are alive, you are breathing, your heart is beating and you are beautiful, no matter how scarred and shattered and broken you feel you are – you are alive and you can hold on for another day, you can get through this, i believe in you
“Does the stag line of usurpers really think putting yet another child on the throne is a good idea?”
Viserys asked as he confidently strode towards the younger girl. He and his sister had come back to Westeros, an army of Dothraki, Unsullied and a few hundred Yunkai soliders as well as what was left of the Sandsnakes;
Elia, Loreza and Sarella Sand. Not to mention the three dragons they had.
“Your line comes from the bastards of my great line. Perhaps if you agree to let the rightful heir and ruler of Westeros sit where you are, I’ll let you live…at my side.” Viserys spoke, a half smile on his face as he gazed at the teen. Thirteen years his junior and sitting on the throne. Though she was the second eldest of the children rulers to sit on the throne the Stag line had produced.
“You’ve no family left to help you. Uncles and parents dead. Just a handful of bastards the lions couldn’t kill.” Above them he could hear his dragon, Rhaellion descend on top the Red Keep and even Viserys glanced upwards. “Put our families past behind us, Lady Shireen for you sit upon what is rightfully mine, not a childs.”
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