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WE FELL IN LOVE IN OCTOBER || b.targaryen

SUMMARY: “princess (name) velaryon was betrothed to her brother, prince jacaerys, but rumours say that she preferred a different sort of fruit to the one offered by men…”

REQUESTED: yes/no

PAIRING: baela targaryen x fem!velaryon reader

AUTHOR’S NOTES: i haven’t seen a baela x reader, it’s actually criminal. she’s so pretty <3. the reader is a velaryon by law but is actually a bastard (you guys can choose who the reader’s father is, like if the reader’s dad is ser criston, daemon, ser harwin or anyone else). sorry if my description of a woc isn’t that good, it’s my first time writing for baela.

WARNINGS: homophobia, incest (sip size), mentions of arranged marriage, cousin incest, typical westerosi shenanigans, forbidden love, baela being a sweetheart, kissing, discussions of infertility etc

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YOUR FINGERS RAN ACROSS THE INITIAL CARVED INTO THE STONE OF THE RED KEEP’S WALL. B + (Your Initial), outlined by a heart. You smiled at it. It’d been there for six years, untouched by any other forces. This was the first time in six years that you’d stepped foot in the Red Keep.

Of course, the reason marking your family’s return to the Red Keep was not one of joy. Vaemond Velaryon was protesting your younger brother Lucerys’ claim to the Driftwood Throne.

You played along for your family but you knew that he had no right to inherit Driftmark. Nor did you and Jacaerys have any right to one day inherit the Iron Throne. You were bastards. Despite your mother firmly denying it, you knew. Everyone knew.

Jacaerys approached you and smiled. You smiled back. You loved Jace, he was your older brother, by a year. You both knew that you would one day marry each other, but you couldn’t help but feeling no romantic feelings for him.

It’d always been this way. Whenever the discussion of marriage came up, you always felt this…distaste for it. Your mother said it was normal to feel like that. But, you never fawned over Lords and their sons like most of the young maidens in Westeros.

You, on the other hand, fawned silently over other young maidens your age. Including one Baela Targaryen. Your cousin. And, technically, your stepsister. You’d been in love with Baela for six years since you’d comforted her at her mother’s funeral.

Baela was the most beautiful maiden to you. With her white curls, her lilac eyes, her chocolate-coloured skin, her full lips. Gods, you could describe her for hours. You’d communicated back and forth for years, writing a seemingly endless horde of letters back and forth. You planned to ride through the clouds on dragon back, with her on Moondancer and you on Vyrax.

“Can you believe that we are back?” Jace asked you, pulling you from your trance-like daydream, “Back in the Red Keep?”.

You shrugged. “No. No,” you shortly answered, moving your hair back slightly, “It is…strange. I mean, we are in the place of our births…”.

Jace smiled softly at you, squeezing your hand. “Everyone is looking at us,” Luke said, breaking the conversation between you two. You thanked the Gods.

Your older brother turned to comfort your younger brother with a smile. “Ignore them,” Jace said, “You will inherit Driftmark when the Sea Snake passes”.

Luke silenced him with a look. “You know very well of the true nature of my birth,” Luke hissed, his tone quietened, “Of your’s, (Name)’s and Joffrey’s. We have no right to any of this,”.

(Name) glanced at her younger brother, adjusting her pale blue cloak that hung across her shoulders. “We mustn’t speak of such things here,” (Name) instructed softly, “We mustn’t…”.

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YOU FOUND YOURSELF STANDING UNDER THE WEIRWOOD TREE AFTER THE ORDEAL IN THE COURTYARD. You always liked the Weirwood Tree with its purple-red coloured leaves that fell in the autumn and the face that resided on the tree. It was a source of solace and comfort in your childhood.

You didn’t feel at home in the Red Keep. Nor on Dragonstone. Sure, you loved your family. You loved them dearly and held them close to your heart. But you felt like a complete outlander in your own home. Like you didn’t belong. You stuck out like a sore thumb between your three brothers.

You tried to actively avoid the factions in the Red Keep. The Blacks and the Greens. You wore your father Laenor’s colours, blue and silver. Laenor Velaryon may not have sired you, but you loved him dearly and viewed him as your father. He felt the same about you.

You knew that he was not truly dead. He was alive. In the Free Cities, with his lover Ser Qarl. You were happy that he lived a life of freedom, away from the conflict of Westeros, and you desired the same.

You’d also communicated with your distant great-aunt, Saera Targaryen, and talked about going to her make-shift kingdom on Voltanis. It seemed perfect when you wanted to escape.

“(Name)?” A sugar-sweet voice called. You turned around, eyes widening and your heartbeat quickening. In a darker blue dress, with her hair flowing down her chest in silver curls, was her. Your Baela. Your sweet Baela, “You may not recognise me…but I am-”.

“Baela,” you immediately answered, tears beginning to burn in your eyes, and a rare happy smile pricking up on your features, matching her own smile, her beautiful smile, “I would recognise you anyway, cousin. It has been too long!”.

You balled your skirts into your fists and skipped over to Baela and embracing her into a hug. Her hand petted your hair, as you held her so tight, holding her close. “I have missed you wholeheartedly,” you smiled, as the hug broke.

You stood in the garden with Baela in your arms, just enough apart to see each other’s faces. “I have been adamantly looking for you,” Baela confessed, “Ever since I arrived with my Grandmother. I was hoping we could reunite and catch up on all the things we missed”.

You smiled at her, a toothless smile but a smile nonetheless. “I would love nothing more,” you honestly responded. You both broke away from the hug, holding each other’s hands, as you walked over to the Weirwood Tree.

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HOURS DRIFTED BY IN AN INSTANT AND YOU AND BAELA LAUGHED AND TALKED UNDERNEATH THE WEIRWOOD TREE. The sun was just beginning to set, casting a mixed glow of orange, pink, purple and yellow across the sky.

“This is nice,” you confessed, resting your head on Baela’s shoulder, “It seems like with all the horrid conflict between the Blacks and the Greens just disappears on a lovely evening such as this,”.

Baela hummed in agreement. You loved sitting out here with her that evening. So did she. You moved your head off her shoulder, to look her in the eyes. “I agree,” Baela responded, “It seems the world is at peace under this tree. Would you not wish to be free of the conflict between your mother and Queen Alicent? To escape anywhere, to be free? To fly across the Narrow City and live in Essos, the Free Cities, Volantis and see the ruins of Old Valyria?”.

You turned to look at Baela, smiling softly. “I’d love nothing more,” you sighed, “But I have expectations. Many of them. I have to marry Jacaerys. And bare him children. And become Queen when my mother passes. But I do not wish for that life. I wish for the life you just told me of,”.

Suddenly, catching you off-guard, Baela leaned in and kissed you. On the lips. Your eyes widened before kissing her back, cupping her cheek. You both pulled away at the same time, grinning and panting. “I think I like you,” you smiled, “More than I should, Baela,”.

“That is amusing,” Baela responded, smiling at you and glancing at your through her eyelashes, “I think I like you more than I should too, (Name),”.

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THE LATER EVENING BROUGHT A FAMILY DINNER THAT WAS TEEMING WITH CHAOS AND INSULTS. Rhaenyra was growing worried when you hadn’t shown up for supper or the hearing for Luke’s claim to the Driftwood Throne.

She paced around her chambers, also learning that Baela was absent from both the hearing and supper. Nobody had seen the two of you anywhere. There was a brief knock at the doors of her chambers, with Rhaenyra beckoning whoever knocked inside.

Jace stormed into his mother’s chambers, following by Luke. “Boys?” Rhaenyra questioned, her eyebrows furrowed, “Whatever is the matter? Have either of you seen your sister of Baela? They have been missing since the mid-morrow,”.

Jace handed Rhaenyra a piece of parchment. “(Name) is gone,” Jace answered in a clipped tone, “Her chambers have been ransacked, as have Baela’s. Apparently, she is in love with Baela and has ran away with her so they can be together without judgement,”.

Rhaenyra’s eyes scanned the letter, tears welling in her eyes, as she looked at the black letters written in her daughter’s hand across the parchment paper, disbelief weighing in her heart.

My Dearest Family,

I apologise for how this letter may sound, but I this is how I depart from you all. I felt like I was living a lie in the Red Keep and on Dragonstone, so I have fled from King’s Landing with Baela. Please do not come and look for us. We want this. I must confess that I am truly in love with Baela and I always have been. I have no romantic feelings for Jace and have only ever loved him as a sister should love her brother, platonically. I cannot be Queen, nor will I subject myself to a life that I do not wish to live. I apologise for any strife my departure may have caused, but know that I truly mean it when I say that I am sorry beyond measure. Please, I beg that you let me live my life away from the conflict of the Blacks and the Greens and this dance of dragons, with my beloved Baela. I am safe and I am alright, do not worry about that. If I might have stayed, I would have been living a lie and denying to myself that I wanted a life as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and being a mother. I could never be a Queen and I can never be a mother, truthfully. I am barren, according to the Maesters so I can never have children or become pregnant. I am sorry that I lied and I hope one day we may reunite.

All my love, (Name).

Rhaenyra was shocked, to say the least. She felt terrible knowing that her daughter lived like that for years without her knowing. “Should we send for troops to find her?” Jace asked.

Rhaenyra shook her head. “No,” she denied, shaking off the idea, “No. We shall let your sister live in peace, the life she desires. She is happy now,”.

#house of the dragon #fanfic #hotd #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #george r r martin #baela #baela targaryen #baela x reader #baela targaryen x reader #baela velaryon #baela velaryon x reader #bethany antonia #fanfiction

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I wanna paint Vincent's nails heck lester and bo's to they would look so pretty, vincent would appreciate it the most tho I think he would enjoy the process. Lester would just be happy to be included and bo would probably say its gay

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The lost boys give each other and themselves stick and pokes , marko has the most followed by dwayne then Paul , David has a few but isn't really a fan but he will tattoo the others.

They all have matching stick n pokes star and laddie designed them

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daemonsdivorcerock · 1 year

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#non #poll #labyrinth #the haunted mansion #the princess and the frog

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Hello! Can you write a Daemon saving Child! Reader from falling off a cliff, something similar in maleficent , but the child gets distracted by Caraxes.

SUMMARY: the request (slightly altered)

REQUESTED: yes/no

PAIRING: platonic!daemon targaryen x child!reader (ft. caraxes)

AUTHOR’S NOTES: my first request! was extremely thrilled to receive this. thank you very much anon :))) also love the film “maleficent”. i hope you don’t mind but i slightly altered the request to be a pre-canon one-shot for my series “the shrew of king’s landing”, reader is six/turning seven and daemon in his late twenties. sorry this took so long to make.

WARNINGS: near-death experiences, dragons, pre-canon, allusions to future relationships, NO PEDOPHILIA HERE Y’ALL, daemon being daemon, soft!daemon etc

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IN CHILDHOOD, PRINCESS (NAME) TARGARYEN WAS NOTORIOUSLY RECKLESS AND CURIOUS. She greatly admired her uncle, Daemon Targaryen. He was her role model. Everything about him just seemed so fascinating to the eight-year-old princess, to the chagrin of her father, the-then Prince Viserys Targaryen.

He wielded the sword of their ancestor Visenya Targaryen, Dark Sister. He sneaked her slices of cake when her father wasn’t looking. He brought her presents from his travels, including an extensive collection of books.

Her mother, Aemma, had chosen to stay back in the Red Keep with her four-year-old sister, Rhaenyra. Her great-grandfather, the King Jaehaerys, adored his granddaughters. Her grandfather, Prince Baelon, had also opted to join his son and granddaughter on their trip to the Dragonpit.

The Dragonpit fascinated the dragonless Princess. Her heart ached at her lack of a dragon. Rhaenyra’s dragon, Syrax, had been raised in the cradle with her. Was it so unfair of her to covet her own dragon after the egg placed in her cradle had died?

Caraxes was a towering dragon, scaled a crimson colour. He wasn’t the prettiest of dragons but he was fascinating. Her grandfather, Baelon, was his rider. But the dragon that fascinated her the most was Meraxes, the dragon ridden by Rhaenys Targaryen during Aegon’s conquest, a white-scaled dragon with peering, crimson eyes.

They’d chosen to picnic near a cliff close to the Dragonpit. Baelon was busy speaking with Daemon when the young princess walked curiously over towards the edge, harmlessly chasing a butterfly.

She bordered on the edge of the cliff, her childlike, innocent laughter echoing and catching the attention of her uncle and grandfather. Just in time, Daemon swooped in and saved her, grabbing her by the back of her dress and tugging her back, into her arms.

Unaware, (Name) giggled at her uncle, trying to grab his silver locks. He merely huffed and held the young Princess close to his chest. “You, little one, will be the death of me one day,” Daemon huffed, as (Name) wriggled out of his grasp and ran away towards another butterfly.

#house of the dragon #fanfic #hotd #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x y/n #matt smith #platonic #request #jace’s pigeonhole #jace’s requests #the shrew of king’s landing

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7 y/o me is typing…

I’m waiting to be whisked away by a lovesick occult being a hopeless romantic

#gothic romance arc when #jareth #master gracey #haunted mansion #labyrinth #this is weirdly specific sorry #🗯#jareth x reader

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Made a tag list request form!

Hello all! I just wanted to say thanks for the love that my daemon series has gotten. Really appreciate it to the moon and back. Anyway, i noticed that a few people have asked to be tagged in my other parts for my daemon fic.

So, to save me ages looking through each comment of all five parts, i created a Google form for you guys to fill out so you can be added to the taglist.

Here it is, down below! Sincerely, Jace :)

#taglist #Jace’s taglist

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THE SHREW OF KING’S LANDING || the series masterlist

SUMMARY: “ it was well known that prince daemon coveted a bride of valyrian heritage, rather giving his affections to his niece, the princess (name) rather than his wife, the lady rhea royce. wether prince daemon coveted the princess on a whim to have a valyrian bride than due to a romantic interest is unknown as the princess had a reputation as a shrew…”

PAIRING: daemon targaryen x fem!targaryen reader

AUTHOR’S NOTES: finally got around to making a series masterlist for this! i’m so impressed with how well the series has done on tumblr.

WARNINGS: incest (bucket loads), typical westerosi shenanigans, angst, uncle/niece incest, daemon being daemon, otto hightower, death, war, stillbirth, miscarriage, mentioned illegitimacy/bastardy, allusions to sex etc

TAGLIST: @aemondsb1tch @ryswritingrecord @inpraizeof @fan-goddess @aerangi @starkleila @shine101 @sjprongs @orionspaperwork @aerangi @targaryenmoony @ryiana @mushroomelephant @wondergal2001 @leaculpa-blog @nats-whore @aemondsb1tch @literishdegree99 @sophiexoxo-lol @minaxcarter (couldn’t tag u guys for some reason sorry)

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CHAPTER ONE

“ the taming of the shrew ”

CHAPTER TWO

“ the heir who never was ”

CHAPTER THREE

“ the red queen ”

CHAPTER FOUR

“ the red council ”

CHAPTER FIVE

#house of the dragon #hotd #asoiaf #fanfic #a song of ice and fire #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x y/n #matt smith #the shrew of king’s landing

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hi hi! can i be tagged for your daemon targaryen fanfic? thankss

of course! I’m currently in the process of creating a tag and a masterlist for my fic. will need to go through the comments of the chapters to tag everyone :)))

#house of the dragon #hotd #asoiaf #fanfic #a song of ice and fire #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x y/n #matt smith #the shrew of king’s landing

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THE DANCE OF THE DRAGONS || d.targaryen

IN WHICH: the seven kingdoms gains a new monarch; queen (name) i targaryen. the new queen goes to dragonstone to talk peace with rhaenyra, which goes south. daemon is named hand of the queen and war comes to the seven kingdoms. and the dragons dance.

REQUESTED: yes/no

PAIRING: daemon targaryen x fem!targaryen reader

AUTHOR’S NOTES: part five of the shrew of king’s landing series!! so impressed with how well the series is doing and appreciating your lovely comments. reader is described as having silver hair. this is the last part of the series before the second series comes out.

WARNINGS: incest (bucket loads), targaryen shenanigans, mentions of bastardy/illegitimacy, mentions of usurping, war, death, angst, uncle/niece incest, cousin/cousin incest, typical attitudes, typical westerosi shenanigans, typical as asoiaf shit etc

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IT WAS A BRIGHT MORNING WHEN THE SEVEN KINGDOMS GAINED A NEW QUEEN. (Name) adorned a deep rouge-coloured, velvet dress with a black cloak with the symbol of her house on the back. The three headed dragon. She sat in the wheelhouse, which was being driven through the streets of King’s Landing.

She heard the cheers and applauding of the people from outside. (Name) had always been popular with the peoples of the Seven Kingdoms. Present in the wheelbarrow, was the Hand of the Queen, Daemon Targaryen.

(Name)’s eyes glance out through a small gap in the wheelhouse. “My love?” Daemon queried, squeezing her hand, “What troubles my wife today?”.

She let out a sharp exhale, glancing at her husband’s violet coloured eyes. “What if we are making the wrong decision?” (Name) queried, holding Daemon’s hand, “What if this whole cause has been wrong? Rhaenyra was father’s heir. I have no right doing this,”.

Daemon shuffled over to his wife and kissed her lips. He pulled away, glancing into her eyes. “You have every right to be doing this,” he reassured, “You are my wife. The eldest child of my late brother. You are the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,”.

(Name) gratefully smiled at her husband, kissing him again. “And you are my rightful King Consort and Hand of the Queen,” she playfully teased. She shrieked, feeling Daemon’s hands trying to undo the lacing on the back of her dress, “Have you gone mad? I am to be your Queen, it is improper!”.

Daemon growled into her neck, retracting his hands. “Shrew,” he teasingly spoke, “I have a proposition. That the Queen attend the coronation…”

Raising her eyebrows and smirking playfully, she queried; “Or…?”. Daemon merely smirked, toying with the Valyrian Steel necklace, that he had gifted her twenty years prior, around her neck.

“She can get on her knees,” Daemon coyly spoke. This made (Name)’s eyes widen and an audible gasp escape her lips, “Fortunately…we do happen to be alone in this godforsaken wheelhouse…”.

Crowned before the masses. The common folk of King’s Landing. Lords of the Major Houses of the Seven Kingdoms. And most importantly, her kin. Her supporters stood gathered to witness the first Queen to ascend the Iron Throne within the Targaryen dynasty.

“Let it be known, that (Name) Targaryen is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne,” Ser Criston Cole had announced, as the crown of the late kings Viserys I and Jaehaerys I was slowly placed atop her silver hairs.

The Grand Maester was the one was placing the crown atop her head. It was heavier that it looked. “In the presence of the Lords of the Major Houses, the masses and under the Seven, I crown thee Queen (Name) of House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm,”.

The masses and the witnesses broke out into applause. Wielding the sword of Aegon the Conqueror, Blackfyre, (Name) smiled. “I hear by devote my whole life to the Seven Kingdoms and bettering Westeros. I devote my strength, my wisdom, my attention and my whole being to my kingdom,” she declared, earning her a loud thunder of applause.

Daemon was crowned her King Consort. Daenerys was crowned as Heir to the Throne and Princess of Dragonstone.

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In the days following (Name)’s coronation, she was sure that Rhaenyra would have heard the news of her ascension. Daenerys had birthed a third child, another son named Maelor, since then.

She found herself in the courtyard that afternoon, gazing at the red leaves of the Weirwood Tree. It was one of her favourite places in the Seven Kingdoms. “Something troubles you, my Queen?” a thick, Northern accented voice asks.

(Name) turns around to see the smiling figure of the Lord of Winterfell. “Cregan!” She cheers, racing towards him and enveloping him into a tight hug, “It has been too long!”.

He smiles into the crook of her neck before he is released from the hug. She cups his cheeks, moving his hair back from his face. “It has, my Queen,” Cregan says, “Far too long. Sixteen years, I believe. You look wonderful,”.

“As do you,” she grins, feeling a surge of elation that she has not felt since she lost Visenya surge and blossom in her heart, “What brings you to the South?”.

Cregan let out a sharp exhale, his gloved hand on (Name)’s silver locks, as the Queen furrowed her brows. “I am afraid it concerns the Princess Rhaenyra,” he begins.

She cuts him off with a hand gesture, sadly smiling. “I understand if you still support her claim to the throne,” (Name) laments, “A Stark never forgets an oath,”.

Cregan’s sharp, blue eyes pierce her soul, the very way the had during the summer they spent together. “It is not about that, my Queen,” Cregan reassures, “She wishes to meet with you on Dragonstone. To discuss the apparent succession,”.

(Name) sighs bitterly. “Let the peace talks begin,”.

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It took a few mere hours for members of the Small Council to arrive at the island of Dragonstone, the ancestral seat of House Targaryen, whilst the Queen and King Consort flew on dragon back.

As Rhaenyra confronted Otto Hightower about the “treachery” he had committed by putting her sister on the throne, a piercing screech split through the air as the near-translucent figure of Meraxes landed on the bridge.

(Name) stepped off the dragon, crown atop her head, and walked through the parted Small Council towards her elder sister. “Rhaenyra,” she greets, “I received word that you wished to speak,”.

Rhaenyra looked at her elder sister with a piercing, fixed glare. “I do,” she bitterly spoke, “What in the Seven Hells do you think you have done? You know full well that Father named me as heir, not you-”.

“Yet, I have a decent claim to the throne,” (Name) retorts, “I am our Father’s firstborn child. I have legitimate heirs, some of who in turn have legitimate heirs themselves. I have a steady and good reputation to the people. I did all the work that you had to to be heir whilst you just fucked the Commander of the City Watch and disobeyed every single conduct that is expected of a princess without giving a shit about the consequences!”.

Rhaenyra stood silently and stunned, (Name) composed herself. “I had come her to speak of peace with you,” the Queen mused, as Daemon stood behind his wife, hand on her shoulder, “If you cannot find it in yourself to behave, then I shall return back to the Red Keep,”.

“I have legitimate heirs-“ Rhaenyra tried to argue but was cut off by her sister.

(Name) laughs. “Anyone with a brain can see that Laenor Velaryon did not father those boys,” (Name) corrects, “Father is not around to defend you anymore. You had seldom supporters and a silver of claim to the throne. Yet, I will not end your life. Instead, I will welcome you at court as my Hand of the Queen. You can retain your title as Princess of Dragonstone and I will legitimise Jace as heir to Dragonstone. Luke and Joffrey will gain titles fitting of Princes yet the boys will be barred from succession, in the place of my daughter, Daenerys. Is that fair?”.

It was a good offer, Rhaenyra had to admit that. “I choose war,” Rhaenyra spits.

A heartbroken look crosses (Name)’s face as she nods. “Very well,” she bitterly answers, “Make me your villain,”.

#house of the dragon #hotd #asoiaf #fanfic #a song of ice and fire #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x y/n #matt smith #the shrew of king’s landing

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“stop liking my posts! this isn’t instagram! re-blog them!!!”

me using the like button as a form of bookmarking: 👁️👄👁️

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THE RED COUNCIL || d.targaryen

SUMMARY: viserys targaryen is dead. his succession left in doubt. all (name) targaryen has to her claim is a few words and a stolen right. war is coming to the seven kingdoms and the dragons will dance. sister against sister. kin against kin.

REQUESTED: yes/no

PAIRING: daemon targaryen x fem!targaryen reader

AUTHOR’S NOTES: part four of the shrew of king’s landing series. reader is described as having silver hair. cregan stark is slightly aged up in this btw.

WARNINGS: bucket loads of incest, parental death, allusions to murder, war, mentions of usurping, slight cregan stark/reader, mentions of “blood and cheese”, pregnancy, stillbirth, miscarriage etc

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VISERYS TARGARYEN IS DEAD. HE HAD BEEN FOR LESS THAN AN HOUR. (Name) could not help but feel a form of guilt as she stood there, alone, with a hand on her stomach and tears running down her cheeks. Her father was dead. Her mother was dead. Her parents were dead.

Daemon had walked into the chambers after being summoned. He was respectfully quiet as he did so, hands on his wife’s shoulders. “The King is dead,” (Name) uttered quietly, as Daemon toyed with her silver locks.

“Indeed he is,” Daemon spoke, in a similar manner, holding his wife close. Everybody expressed their grief in a myriad of ways. Daemon preferred to bottle his feelings to avoid talking about them. (Name), on the other hand, sought comfort in others, “We must summon the Small Council,”.

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“Couldn’t we have begun this meeting when the sun has risen?” Tyland Lannister had asked, a smile on his face and a joking tone to his voice.

Sitting around the table, was the Red Council. Alicent had been informed the news firstly, as the Dowager Queen, then Otto as the former Hand of the King. Sitting at the head of the table, (Name) sighed. “The King is dead,” she revealed, causing the smile on Tyland Lannister’s face to drop and the room to fall silent.

“How long?” the Grand Maester queried, adorning beige-coloured robes, from across the table next to Ser Lyman Beesbury, a favourite in the council of (Name)‘s.

Daemon, who stood behind his wife, hand on her shoulder, confessed; “An hour ago, at most,” the Rogue Prince said, “(Name) was with him in his final moments and witnessed his death,”.

“He went peacefully in his sleep,” (Name) described, interlocking her fingers and resting her hands on the table. It felt odd, knowing that her father was dead, “He expressed…regret in not naming me as his heir and apologised,”.

“I believe we should confer the issue of King Viserys’ sucession,” Otto Hightower spoke, leaning forward slightly, “In regards as to who shall ascend the Iron Throne,”.

(Name)’s eyebrows furrowed. “My father has barely been dead an hour and here you sit, Otto Hightower, implying his succession!” (Name) snapped, “My sister, the Princess Rhaenyra, was named formally as heir twenty years ago by my father. The lords of the realm swore allegiance to her. To challenge my sister’s claim would be treason,”.

“That may be so, Princess,” The Grand Maester piped up, catching the room’s attention, “However, as in accordance with the King’s final words and the technicality of you being his firstborn child, you have every right to ascend the Iron Throne,”.

Alicent Hightower, who stood behind her father, uttered, “Princess (Name) also has a legitimate heir, the Princess Daenerys, who in turn also has a legitimate heir, the Prince Jaehaerys. Princess Rhaenyra has no legitimate children,”.

“It is well known that the people referred to my wife as “The Realm’s Joy”. She has a good relationship with the common folk and listens to their pleas,” Daemon said, as (Name) looked up at him.

Otto Hightower spoke up again, “I and others present in this council recall the Princess’ political and other suggestions in regards to the welfare of the Kingdom. In all valid points, the Princess (Name) would be an ideal candidate to be the next ruler of the Iron Throne,”.

“I acknowledge your points, councilmen,” the Princess spoke, “But Rhaenyra is my sister. What is stopping her from coming to the Red Keep and staking her claim? What is stopping her from putting me and my family to the sword?”.

“You do have allies in other Houses, Princess,” Daemon mentioned, “Lord Borros Baratheon. Lord Grover Tully. I recall you had a brief liaison with Lord Cregan Stark in your youths,”.

(Name) smiled, recalling the times she spent with Cregan Stark. “Houses Lannister, Tully, Redwyne, Tyrell and many minor houses have notably supported your cause as heir,” Otto mentioned.

“There has never been a Stark who forgot an oath,” (Name) backfired, “Lord Rickard Stark swore allegiance to Rhaenyra upon her ascension. My mother was an Arryn, yet the Vale would also have loyalty to Rhaenyra. I am also unsure about House Velaryon. Dorne is positively out of the question, House Martell remains neutral,”.

All this talk of war and politics made her head hurt. She let out a soft wince of pain, holding her stomach. Her white nightgown had been stained a dreary crimson, panic darting in her eyes. “Princess?” Otto asked, almost a hint of concern darting in his eyes.

“M-My labours,” (Name) muttered, holding her stomach, “I-I think I have begun my labours,”. She doubled over and scrunched in pain.

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It was the early hours of the following morning when the Red Keep had been awoken by the screams of blistering agony. Adorning a blood-stained nightgown, (Name) keeled in pain, her knees almost buckling.

The handmaidens begged her to let them help. She knew deep down. Her mind rebelled against the idea. Rejected it completely. But in her heart, she knew. She knew this baby was dying. Her ninth child.

Daemon was trying to keep the Small Council at bay, the lot of them like wolves begging for a scrap of instruction. She sank against a wall, screaming and sobbing. Her hair was mussed and wild and face drenched with sweat, pieces of hair sticking to her forehead.

Eventually, the physical pain subsided when the baby came out. But the emotional pain was only just beginning. She breathed heavily for a minute or two, the sound of silence was deafening. The maids were sobbing. Through teary eyes and a dishevelled heart, she picked up the blood-stained infant.

During the birth she felt inward how Meraxes was roaring she screamed. The link between dragon and rider must have been more real than she had assumed.

She wasn’t moving. Her daughter wasn’t moving. The baby felt warm still. She had tufts of silver-coloured hair and half-closed lavender eyes. (Name) pressed a kiss to the baby’s forehead.

The baby was small and deformed. Her limbs were thin as twigs and her body was covered in grey scales. She was gaunt and slender and lacked a nose. Daemon had come in, finding his wife sitting emotionlessly, holding their child.

He joined her on the bloody floor, holding her as she screamed and sobbed, about how “it was unfair”, and how she “should have died instead”. She refused to let the Silent Sisters prepare the baby’s body for a funeral later.

Visenya Targaryen died loved and lived briefly, her corpse burnt by Meraxes’ flames. She knew that her mother and father would protect Visenya in heaven. Protecting her. Blinded by grief and mourning, the Shrew of King’s Landing took to the Red Keep.

Rhaenys Velaryon had declared her allegiance to (Name)’s cause before departing for Driftmark with Baela and Rhaena, to reunite with Corlys Velaryon after he was found at sea.

All that was left was the coronation.

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