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1. Smoke & Mirrors by Wxlves

   Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, House of the Dragon (TV)  

   • Mature
   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • Multi
   • Complete Work

   28 Jul 2024

   Tags

   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • Cregan Stark/Baela Targaryen
   • Baela Targaryen/Jacaerys Velaryon
   • Cregan Stark/Jacaerys Velaryon
   • Cregan Stark/Baela Targaryen/Jacaerys Velaryon
   • threesome in the sense that jace haunts this entire interaction so hard he’s basically there himself
   • Baela Targaryen
   • Cregan Stark
   • Jacaerys Velaryon
   • Grief/Mourning
   • Angst and Hurt/Comfort
   • angst some comfort
   • infidelity of a sort
   • Spoilers for Book: Fire and Blood (A Song of Ice and Fire)
   • Spoilers for the end of the Dance
   • Non-Graphic Smut
   • well like...semi graphic?
   • Sexual Tension
   • ignoring baela's character? in MY jacegan fics? less likely than you think
   • Not Beta Read
   • Canon Compliant
   • Fire and Blood Compliant
   • Pact of Ice and Fire
   • Part iii of Nowhere to Go
   • dropping this at 3am and running like the fic equivalent of a ding dong ditch

   Summary

   Baela Targaryen — Queen Who Never Was like her grandmother before her, and Princess of Dragonstone no more — takes one step closer. In their proximity, Baela can see the stern set of his face dissolve into puzzlement as she reaches up, fists one hand in the furs upon his shoulder, and begs, “Take me as your wife, Lord Stark. Share with me your weirwood gods and frozen halls, and allow me to ride and hunt and hawk as any man does. Whisk me north of the Neck before they stuff me in a gown and sell me to some fat southron lord to be bred like cattle.”

   Already seeing the refusal taking shape on his lips, Baela curls her free hand into Cregan’s other shoulder, holds him in an iron grip, and leans so close their lips nearly brush. “Marry me, Lord Stark, and have me as you could never have him.”

   ~

   [This is pretty much entirely F&B compliant, and spoiler-heavy for the end of the Dance. You don’t HAVE to have read the book for this fic to make sense (I hope) but if you’re not keen on spoilers, then this isn’t the one for you. If you don’t care or you already know what happens, then by all means…read away :)]

   Series

   • Part 3 of Nowhere to Go: A Story of Grief in Three Parts

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