#not like she’d actually watch hotd
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older Rhaenyra and Alicent:
Rhaenyra:
the pastors daughter who grew up 18+ years in the cult and no longer gives a fuck; does what she needs to be happy
Alicent (y’all don’t come at me i love her too!):
the fake believer’s daughter who got the fuck out at 10-yo but for some reason is now at 23-yo tryna convince her friend (Rhaenyra) that “tHiS cHuRcH iS dIfFeReNt” and judges anyone who disagrees
#hotd#house of the dragon#rhaenyra targaryen#alicent hightower#lgbtq#church#christianity#is a fucking cult#i survived it tho#let’s hope mal deleted her tumblr#not like she’d actually watch hotd#she’d go to hell for that lol
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game on | m. verstappen
pairing: max verstappen x reader
word count: 1.5k words
request: nope.warnings: this is just porn. i tried to give it a little plot at the end but it's all just smut. 18+ only, minors dni. it's also badly written and not proofread so yeah
a/n: i've been reading a lot of hotd smut fics for like a week and i guess this was inspired by them lmao. it's shit i know but it was an itch i had to scratch
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(dear lord, i want him so bad)
the touch of a hand. the discovery of the shape of his lips. learning what makes her tremble.
none of her previous lovers could ever compare to what max made her feel. their connection was out of this world, something one only read about in books. it was magical, the way only they only had to share one touch, one look, and they knew what the other meant, what they wanted.
max loved her eyes. they were expressive and as much as she tried to hide her true reactions to the rest of the world, he only had to watch her for a few seconds to know what she was actually thinking.
he especially loved watching her eyes when they were being intimate. how the tears welled up as she tried to follow his instructions and just resist the urge to snap. how they'd widen in surprise whenever he first entered her, whether with his fingers, tongue or cock. she'd always roll her eyes back when he changed his pace to reach her g spot.
he always made sure to love every inch of her, starting with her face and cheeks, he loved how he could feel the heat rushing there, blood running fast. then he moved down to her neck, leaving small lovemarks all over.
her chest would heave, moving up and down with every shallow breath she took. the way she curled her fingers on his hair only spurred him on, encouraging to continue his way down her body.
slowly, he'd raise a finger and play with her nipples, biting his lower lip as he felt them harden beneath his touch. his mouth would follow his hands, wet tongue ready to stimulate as much as she'd allow.
he'd look up, watching her brows furrowed in a perfect frown. mouth slightly agape as soundless breaths left her lungs. even after years of sex together, she was still as sensitive as the very first time.
he continued his journey down her body, reaching her warm, wet cunt, he looked up again, seeing her already looking down at him. with a pillow beneath her hips, something max always insisted on having to help with her comfort, it was easier to watch his hungry eyes roam her most intimate spot.
his mouth watered at the sight, he hadn't even touched her there yet and she was already ready for him. his fingers touched the sensitive skin of her thighs, big, strong hands holding her delicately. she whimpered, so ready for him it was almost torture. the pad of his finger met her clit, carefully drawing circles on her bud. his eyes flew to her face, hair resting all over the white sheets, her chest still carrying the evidence from his previous attack.
"so beautiful," he whispered, removing his finger to replace it with his tongue.
he could die between her legs, with his face buried deep between her folds and tongue inside of her. what a heavenly way to die.
but he still had a job to finish, he could think about dying later, first, he had to make her cum in a way she’d never forget.
fastening the pace of his fingers on her clit, he drank all of her wetness, a sweet nectar that fueled him even more. he moved his mouth and fingers, switching their position so his mouth was on her bundle of nerves and his fingers entered her, slowly at first, two at once, as she was so ready and prepared for him.
she let out a soundless gasp, closing her eyes as she breathed in sharply. but max curled his fingers in that way only he knew how, making her arch her back and look up at him, the desperate look on her face made a shiver go down his spine.
"please, i want you," she whispered, voice barely audible, "need you, max," she begged, her voice mixing with the obscene sounds of him worshiping her cunt.
"hmm, are you sure you're ready for me?" he said as he sat up, fingers still buried inside her clenching walls, so tight, he couldn't wait to feel her around his cock.
"stop. fucking. teasing." she said, rocking her hips, chasing friction. he smirked, free hand slapping slightly the skin of her inner thighs.
“you didn’t answer my question,” he said, moving so his face was on top of hers. he moved his fingers in and out, a slow torture that made her shut her eyes, a frown on her face and a whine escaping her lips.
“i want you. i’ve been ready for you since you kissed me after your podium,” she whispered, feeling as he moved her hair away from her face and neck, the sweaty skin causing it to stick there.
the moments blurred together as she felt him entering, their lips met, foreheads touched as they both moaned and groaned, the electricity between them was almost palpable, the air was thick and they were the only people that existed in that moment.
her walls around him felt heavenly, clenching every so often as he changed speed or position, which made blood rush to his brain and his cock, getting even harder. it was like a chain reaction, she made a noise or a certain movement, and it caused a reaction from max, which in turn made him roll his hips, grip her thighs or kiss the sweet spot on her neck.
sex with max was a religious experience. she could never get tired of it, no matter how many nights they spent together. he always managed to make her feel loved, desired, wanted. he knew exactly what she needed, even when she didn’t know it herself. he wasn’t afraid to try new things and explore the limits of her pleasure. everything with her consent, of course, nothing was more important to him that she enjoyed things as much as he did.
when she thought she couldn’t hold her climax anymore she always closed her eyes, the air couldn’t reach her lungs as she gave sharp breaths, and that’s when max would change his pace or his position.
and as she closed her eyes, her inner walls impossibly tight around max’s length, max decided not to make her wait any longer.
his lips met hers, one hand over her throat, squeezing lightly as the other rubbed fast circles on her clit. the sum of the overstimulation brought her to a peak that was different from all the others she’d experienced.
her legs shook around him, she wanted to moan and whine, but nothing came out. she closed her eyes so tight that she saw stars, burying her nails on his skin, pulling him so close she could feel his heaving breaths. everything inside of her tensed and then relaxed as she came, max's fingers slowed down on her clit, hips rolling agonizingly slow as he fucked his cum back into her quivering pussy, prolonging the shocks of ecstasy running through their veins.
"i love you," max said, kissing all over every inch of skin on her neck.
"I love you too, my champion," she smiled, lifting a hand to push his hair back, cupping his cheek, her thumb on the dip of his dimple.
"not yet," he reminded her.
"the third one is coming. and you're so close to breaking a new record, you're on win number nine in a row. but ten? that's something no one's ever done before."
"yeah," he said, resting next to her, his back against the mattress. he was nervous about beating a record set by someone he admired so much.
"how about a little incentive?" she said, throwing a leg over his hips, gasping as she felt his cock nestled beneath her folds.
"i'm listening," he said, reaching for her hands, locking her fingers between hers. she started moving, slowly, back and forth, in circles, on top of his hardening cock. "angel-"
"next sunday, after you win your tenth race in a row," she leaned down, lips on top of his, "you get ten orgasms in one day," she looked up at him, shivering at the way his eyes widened.
"that's… a lot,"
"you don't want it?" she raised an eyebrow, leaning back up. max, in his panicked state, grabbed her hips hard and held her in place.
"i don't know if i could survive ten in one day."
"well it's up to you, it could be… you give me ten, i give you ten, or half and half."
"i like that idea better,"
"which one?"
"you getting ten," it was now her turn to shiver at the idea, but the wetness pooling over max's cock let him know she wasn't too much against that idea.
"we'll have to wait and see then," she kissed his lips, "but right now let's go for one more tonight."
"just one?" max laughed, his hand slithering down her body to touch her clit again.
ten wins.
ten orgasms.
game on.
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I live for the angst. How would the characters react to their S/O thinking they cheated (or if some of them would cheat)
CHEATING INSECURITIES
summary: would the hotd characters cheat/ how they’d react to you thinking they have.
includes: aemond, aegon, alicent, rhaenyra, daemon, jace, harwin
aemond would never. he’s so completely obsessed and devoted to you that when you accuse him his mouth just kind of gapes open. he’d chuckle after a second but there’s no humour in it, just a strange confusion. it would definitely get on his nerves a little, can’t you see how much he worships you? he’d make that little humming noise and look you over like you’re some puzzle he needs to solve. ‘you’re the craziest woman i’ve ever met,’ he’d murmur, taking your head in his hands and looking you right in the eye. ‘you’re the only woman for me, i swear it.’
aegon on the other hand. in the first years of your marriage he does, there’s no denying it. he drinks and drinks and disappears every night, often not remembering his activities in the morning. if you confront him he wouldn’t lie, he’d come across as blunt and uncaring but he doesn’t know how to handle it if you’re upset, he’s uncomfortable. once the war begins he starts to rely on you more and spends more time by your side and more importantly in your bed, that’s if you let him after his antics.
alicent wouldn’t bother because she’s fully satisfied in your relationship. with her confrontations with larys, she needs someone she’s completely comfortable and has unwavering trust in, which is you and you only. you’re her safe place which means she’d only really want to be intimate with you. she’d be a bit cold to begin with when you reveal your worries, thinking them completely insane and downright insulting. once you start to get upset she’s more comforting, sitting you down and stroking your hair as she reassures you.
rhaenyra can be content with someone she truly loves. she’s not particularly shocked when you get worried if she’s being faithful considering you know the true births of her three sons but she does her best to show you how different your relationship is and how lonely and touch starved she felt when she was with laenor. she’d make extra time for you, making sure you felt special and loved.
daemon wouldn’t cheat per say but he does enjoy the pleasure of other women whilst with you and he’d prefer you to be on board with that too - so it’s more of an open relationship rather than cheating. he likes to watch you with other partners and he likes to invite people to join the two of you as well if you’re comfortable with it. it’s not a constant thing it’s actually quite rare because he does care for you more than anyone else. of course he can go through periods of monogamy, he just likes the excitement of spicing things up. he’d agree to stop if it upset you but he’d probably still have a wandering eye.
jacerys wouldn’t dare dishonour you or himself. he takes a lot of pride in his vows to you and if anyone ever came onto him he’d flush with embarrassment and shrink away awkwardly. he wouldn’t know what to do when you’d confront him at first but once it sinks in what you’re accusing him of he’s angry that you’d think he’d do such a thing, it insults his honour as a man. he’s not a particularly angry person, it’s one of the only times you’ve seen his temper. he’d take some space and when he comes back he’s much more understanding, holding your hand as you explain what’s made you insecure and he’d talk it through with you.
harwin is very much in love with you and wouldn’t think of touching another woman. to be honest he thinks it’s all a bit of a joke and when you’d mention it to him he’d laugh himself silly at the thought. he just shakes his head when he realises you’re serious before telling you how silly you’re being. he’s very reassuring and affectionate, telling you how much he adores you. he’d certainly make a few dirty jokes to make you feel better too until those thoughts are out of your pretty head.
#aemond targaryen x reader#aegon targaryen x reader#alicent hightower x reader#rhaenyra targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen x reader#jacerys velaryon x reader#harwin strong x reader#house of the dragon
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To me Rhaenyra would’ve been such an enjoyable character if she wasn’t perpetually framed as the hero (which is the intent, so that’d be a different show), If she could’ve been as sheltered, entitled, and even cruel as she actually is without always being presented as the flawless chosen one… she’d been great to watch ngl. She happens to be portrayed by two strong performers, and Emma in particular plays the “entitled” and “manipulative”part very well.
I’m definitely Team Green, as in, i do think Aegon is the heir over Rhaenyra from the moment he’s born, but my issues with Rhaenyra aren’t about her thinking the throne is hers, or fighting for it. She’s the firstborn and it was promised to her. I get that and do sympathise with her because of that.
The obvious comparison is Shiv Roy (the circumstances are very different, i’m talking framing/writing) who many might say is the best Roy (and this could’ve been said about Rhaenyra even without the hero framing) because she is the most left-leaning, and she also says pretty things like “when I’m queen I’ll create a new order”. It’s when it comes to actions, neither can truly back it up, because the quest for power is what matters the most, and Shiv wasn’t patted on the head during hers. It was also acknowledged a few times that she does believe in the things her brothers don’t care for. Why was it impossible for Rhaenyra to be written like this? Cause she’s supposed to be Daenerys 2.0 and that’s a shame
rhaenyra would have benefited tremendously from shiv's writing. for example, shiv's storyline during "america decides" is so well-executed & elaborate - hotd could never. she wants the democrat candidate to win bc she does believe in more left-leaning ideals, but, at the same time, her selfishness and self-preservation and desire for power come into play as she wants to lead her father's company via the arrangement she has with matsson. so she finds herself in a situation where she wants to eat her cake and have it too - have jimenez win but NOT if he agrees to block the deal to sell off waystar.
in the end, her desire for power wins over and she refuses to even try to (indirectly) convince jimenez' team to accept to block the deal like her brothers want - she never makes the phone call. if waystar gets sold off, she can't "win" and she wants to win no matter what. and she gets called out for this. explicitly and dramatically. kendall catches her red-handed and her hypocrisy is exposed for all to see. shiv doesn't care enough for her principles to make a personal sacrifice, even if it's for the good of the entire country. it's sympathetic because she is trying as a woman to react to being excluded from the high echelons of power, but, at the same time, it's utterly meaningless, because she is/will be rich af no matter what, so being CEO is just child's play. just that other people will get hurt if the fascist mencken becomes president, but who cares about that, right? shiv is a privileged woman who will be ok no matter what, the suffering will always be reserved for other people.
poignant parallel to the targaryens fighting over the throne and never choosing the welfare of the people over their own consolidation of power. rhaenyra could have been a rich woman living her comfortable housewife life, but she feels so entitled to a position she doesn't even care to fulfill properly that she plunges the entire continent in a pointless civil war. she doesn't have a political bone in her body, is diplomatically inept and her administration skills are lacking, but viserys promised she'd be queen, so that's that. just like shiv doesn't have any true qualifications or experience to be CEO, but she pursues that goal to the detriment of her personal relationships and morality.
as you said, shiv is not patted on the back for holding the "right" political beliefs, she is not given chosen-one white-hart framing, she is presented with all her complexity and flaws and contradictions. like rhaenyra, she is not shown to do an altruistic gesture if it doesn't benefit her in some way, so the narrative doesn't treat her like the second coming of christ. rhaenyra could have similarly been a groundbreaking female character - not necessarily likable, but sympathetic and complex and ultimately interesting.
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A Vow of Blood
Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.
This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.
Summary: “You will be trapped by the obligations of love and duty, unable to escape the web of expectations others have woven around you,“ the witch said….
Daenera Velaryon returns to King’s Landing with the intention of bolstering her mother’s position and reminding both the Greens and nobility that Rhaenyra is the rightful heir to the throne. She has a specific goal in mind: to be a constant source of annoyance to the Greens and is willing to play the political game without hesitation.
However, what catches her off guard is the way Aemond gazes at her and seems to relish in her suffering. He openly expresses his desire to bring about her downfall, her ruination.
This situation leads to a tense game of cat and mouse, with each move escalating the already high stakes. Will their precarious situation crumble as the dragons soar above, or will fate intervene?
After all, love often demands the sacrifice of duty, just as duty can sometimes lead to the demise of love.
Characters: Aemond Targaryen X OC, HOTD characters.
Chapter 4: The Arrival
AO3 - Masterlist
King’s Landing had become unfamiliar in the years she had been away.
The city itself hadn’t changed all that much. Life, it would seem, to the small folk remained the same. Or perhaps she just didn’t recognize the changes they’d all face, sitting on her high horse in her fine jewels and silks. But the hustle and bustle of the city was the same. Merchants trying to sell their wares, workers moving to and fro, children playing in the streets. And there, deeper and lower, were the beggars and orphans. All fighting to stay alive.
“Are you sure of this, my Lady?” Ser Fenrick questioned once more. He had asked at every turn, from the port on Dragonstone and all the way over the seas to King’s Landing. Her sworn sword sat heavy in his armor, eyes flickering through the crowd for enemies and dangers.
“I am,” Daenera answered once more. The answer to the question remained the same.
“Your mother could have sent for more Maesters.”
“And it would not change a thing. The Maesters can do little to make things grow on Dragonstone. The environment is too harsh and changing. If I am to continue my studies I’d need to actually get my hands dirty.” Maesters could only do so much with books and drawings. If she were to really learn it, she’d have to go where things could grow. Besides, it wasn’t the only reason for her return.
“Your mother wished for you to stay,” Ser Fenrick pointed out, as if it’d change the answer.
“My mother understands my decision.”
In truth, Princess Rhaenyra hadn’t been happy when Daenera broached the subject of returning to King’s Landing. In fact, she was very opposed to it. ‘A den of Vipers’ was what she had called it, ‘Few and far between those who could be trusted’. She hadn’t liked the idea of her daughter returning to the capital with no one to protect her. It had been Daemon that had convinced her in the end.
Her and Daemon had agreed that it would be her that went back. Jacaerys was the next in line to the throne after their mother and Luke was too young to go on his own.
So it was Daenera who went back with the mission of strengthening her mothers claim.
“I should think King Viserys will be happy to see me,” Daenera said. “I am his favorite after all.”
Fenrick didn’t accept the change of subject. “Your return will draw much attention.”
“I’m aware.”
They rode through the city in silence, watching a mere glimpse of the small folks’ lives. Daenera often wondered whether their lives were easier, but then she’d think of all the poor people toiling at work, trying to make ends meet. The struggles may be different, but they struggled all the same.
Still, she quite liked the chaos of the city, even if the smell was absolutely terrible.
They rode through the gates of the Red Keep, riding into one of the smaller courtyards. The walls of the Keep remained red, hence the name. And its towers still stood tall and true. Why she should think it was any different, she didn’t know. The courtyard felt smaller though.
She felt eyes prickle over her skin and she straightened her spine and held her head high. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of white, like moonlight given life. He moved with agility and speed, avoiding the blade with ease, stepping aside to thrust his own blade back at his opponent. Steel met steel, the sound ricocheting through the courtyard, bouncing off the walls.
Her uncle beat his opponent's sword out of his hands, pressing the tip of the blade to his throat, the man yelding with his hands up and breath quick on his lips. It was then that Aemond’s eye met hers. She felt it slide along her skin like a blade, threatening to sink into her flesh and draw blood.
Daenera turned her attention back on the doors to the Keep and the young queen that had graciously awaited her arrival.
Fenrick was the first one down from horseback, the sworn sword coming up to the reins of Daenera’s horse and taking them as Daenera stepped down from it, her deep purple dress falling heavy around her feet, slightly wrinkled from the time spent on horseback. It was one of her finer dresses, though modest. Her return would cause enough stir and it would have been quite the talk had she arrived in trousers.
Daenera felt the queen's eyes follow her as she approached.
“Princess Daenera, welcome back. I do hope the journey wasn’t too rough on you,” Alicent greeted. “One should think there were many oceans between us and Dragonstone.”
The snide comment didn’t go unnoticed, but it would go unmet. “The journey has been long, your grace, but I found comfort in the thought of returning home.”
Daenera remembered the day they had fled the queens ire and the rumors nipping at their heels. Alicent remained as beautiful as she was then. A shame, Daenera had hoped that the blatant resentment in the queen's heart had poisoned her appearance.
Beauty was always a great weapon.
One she did not wield herself.
“You will find much has changed since you were here last.” The smile on Alicent’s lips didn’t reach her eyes. They were distrustful, uncertain of the princesses intention.
“That tends to happen with the passage of time, your grace.”
“I assume your mother is in good health? And your brothers?” Alicent questioned. The two of them walked into the Keep.
“Yes, my queen,” Daenera answered though her attention was drawn to the changes made in the keep. Most of the Targaryen house symbols and sigils were gone, replaced with religious memorabilia of the Seven Pointed Star. She schooled her expression and swallowed the distaste, feeling the eyes of the Red Keep on her. “She is with child again.”
“What a blessing,” Alicent crooned, though Daenera didn’t believe it. If it stood to the queen, all of Rhaenyra’s heirs would be dead. It would lessen her claim to the throne. Those thoughts would never be spoken though, like so much else.
“May I ask what brings you back from Dragonstone?”
“My studies, your grace. As you can imagine, Dragonstone is a hostile environment. King’s Landing is more agreeable when it comes to plants,” Daenera said, using the prescribed answer she had come up with. It wouldn’t be in her best interest to outright say that she was here to keep an eye on her and the king. “And if I’m being honest, I missed the Keep and my grandsire. He has begged by return for years.”
The queen’s smile got tight. “Yes, the King has always had a soft spot for you, princess.”
“I thought the King may have taken time to welcome me back himself,” Daenera ventured. “I suppose he’s too busy.”
They had stopped on the stairs, the queen a few steps above her, looking down on her. She was the pillar of proprietary, hands clasped in front of her, a righteous look in her eyes and the green modest dress on her form, ordained by a golden, seven pointed star.
“Do not take offense to his absence, princess. The King has not been of good health as of late and he is resting.” The excuse was weak but true enough. Viserys had been ill for some time now, some days were better than others. Daenera kept her expression schooled. “You must be tired from the long journey.”
Now, it was Daenera who got a tightlipped smile. “Yes, a bath and some rest would do me good.”
“Talya,” the queen voiced, bringing forth a rather pretty lady-in-waiting with red hair and sharp features. She bowed respectfully. “Please show the princess to her chambers and make sure she’s well taken care of.”
“Yes, my queen.”
Daenera followed Lady Talya towards what would become Daenera’s private quarters. Behind her were Joyce, Jelissa and Ser Fenrick. The Seven Pointed Star of The Faith was everywhere they turned, edged into stone, replacing the three headed dragon of House Targaryen. Most of the wall hangings had also been replaced, the once sexual tapestries now a bland mirage of forestry. Daenera found it distasteful if not outright disrespectful. It was as if the Hightowers had tried to erase the Targaryen claim to the throne. She severely doubted it was Viserys doing.
Hightower cunts.
Eyes seemed to follow her through the halls as the nobility realized who she was. Daenera took it in strides, a mask of indifference and politeness upon her face as she nodded to them, pretending not to know what they were thinking.
The Hightowers had been surrounding themselves with their people it would seem, and had let their tales spread like an infection through the halls.
By the time she reached her quarters the whole castle was bustling with her arrival. Hushed whispers spoken in shadows, ripping up old rumors to blow dust from them and speak to them anew.
It was those rumors that had made them flee King’s Landing in the first place.
They entered her new quarters. Daenera looked it over with a skeptical eye. The apartment was made of a large sitting area, with the bedroom connected to the right side. The rooms were big and finely decorated, sufficient.
“I will have the maids bring water for the tub, my Lady,” Talya spoke politely.
Daenera smiled. “Thank you.”
“I will also assign some maids to you.”
“That won't be necessary. I’ve brought my own maids Joyce and Jelissa.”
“As you wish.” Talya left the princesses chambers with new information to sell, the door clicking shut behind her.
Daenera breathed a sigh of relief, rolling her neck and rubbing her fingers against her temples, letting go of the mask of politeness and respectfulness.
Fenrick stood by the door, hand resting on the hilt of his sword, looking at the princess with slight concern. “If you’re already exhausted from pretending then perhaps returning was the wrong decision.”
“I’m exhausted from the travels and the ugly seven pointed star everywhere,” Daenera complained, glaring at the small round window that held the star within it. She felt as if she were in the sept and the gods were staring down at her in judgment. They could stare all they wanted.
“The queen honored you with her welcome,” Jelissa said, beginning to unpack one of the huge trunks that had been brought to her chambers, plucking one dress after another from its depths.
“The queen wanted to size the princess up,” Joyce told her younger pupil, the older maid coming up to Daenera to brush her hair away from her shoulders as she began to unlace her dress. “Did you notice what they did to the Keep? It’s nothing but disrespectful.”
“They’re honoring the Faith,” Jelissa countered.
“The Hightowers are erasing everything Targaryen as if their children are Hightowers only,” Joyce raged, pulling the strings loose.
“Be careful,” Fenrick warned. “There are spiders everywhere in the Keep.”
As if to underline his warning the doors opened to let a string of maids in, each one carrying a bucket of hot water, pouring it into the tub standing in front of the fire, seam rising into the air. Daeneras' company fell silent while the maids poured the water.
When they left again it was Daenera who spoke up. “We must be careful of our words. We never know who might listen and as we are now, we are surrounded by vipers waiting to strike.”
“Yes, my Lady,” her company agreed.
Daenera wiggled out of the dress, standing only in her bodice and underdress. Fenrick averted his eyes, staring straight into the room while Joyce helped remove the rest of Daeneras' clothing. Red lines were drawn across her pale skin, marking out where her bodice had pressed in on her. She went to the tub, fingers skimming the hot water, her thoughts turning in her head. “When you move around in the Keep I want you to gather as much information as you can without drawing attention to yourselves. Make friends and connections. And if something happens with the King I wish to know.”
They all agreed.
“You may leave,” Daenera dismissed.
Her room fell silent as her company left. Fenrick stood guard outside the door.
Daenera had often thought how utterly boring the job must be. Most of the time they just stood and stared. How they managed not to go insane she didn’t know. She herself would lose her mind out of boredom.
With a sigh Daenera stepped into the warm waters, letting the heat prickle at her skin reddening it. She sank beneath the surface all the way to her chin, inhaling the lavender and rosemary scent, finding it far better than the smell of horse that clung to her skin. The journey hadn’t been that long. Dragonstone wasn't far from King’s Landing, but Daenera didn’t care much for traveling the sea. It wasn’t because she became greensick like her brother Luke did the moment he stepped onto a boat, the future fleet commander utterly cursed in that regard, it was the boredom of being stuck that bothered her. And perhaps Luke could command the fleet from dragonback instead.
Daenera scrubbed her skin clean and washed her hair twice to get the smell of horse out of it before oiling it. Her lithe fingers ran through her dark curls, the very thing that started the whole fuss about her parentage. She was aware, of course, of why she looked nothing like her Father Laenor Velaryon.
Daenera frowned at the memories her return brought up. Memories she thought best buried. But nothing ever stayed buried, unfortunately, and she’d have to contend with the fact that time may have changed but the rumors would persist.
The princess got up from the water and wrapped herself in a robe, hair dripping down her back as she headed towards the balcony, opening the doors to let in some fresh air. She looked down over the courtyard, watched Prince Aemond move as he continued his sword lessons with none other than Ser Criston Cole. Daenera made a face. How he still managed to have a position in the Kingsguard was beyond her understanding.
No, not beyond it, she understood very much why he still had his position, she just didn’t understand why Vierserys allowed it. The queen's favor should only reach so far. And with a man who murdered someone at a royal wedding's welcome feast should have been punished. And again when he continued to disrespect the children of the crown princess.
Her eyes turned to Aemond again. Daenera hadn’t seen him since that night when he stole Vhagar and lost an eye.
As if sensing her eyes on him, Aemond turned his face towards her, their eyes catching once more. Daenera didn’t school the distaste on her face and was of half a mind to roll her eyes. Aemond smirked at her.
He was going to be a thorn in her side, she just knew it.
Daenera turned and headed towards the bed.
The heavy skirt of her cornflower blue dress swished as she walked up the steps of the Red Keep, heading towards the Kings Chambers. She had specifically chosen the dress for its complement to her eyes and the memory of Viserys telling her that blue suited her.
This was her armor for the day.
Her heels clicked over the stone as she made her way through the Keep and towards the King's chambers, her spine straight and head held high. Behind her followed Fenrick, his armor clanking as he walked.
The last few days the queen had dismissed her before she was able to seek an audience with the King. She would not allow it any longer. The King had sent for her after all. He’d want to see her.
So, she had sent out Jelissa to keep an eye on the King’s Chambers and the queens movement. Word had come not half through the morning that the queen had left his chambers and the king within. Daenera took her chance then. If she had to scheme and sneak around to see the king then she would do just that.
“Lord Commander, I wish to see the King,” Daenera said, armed with a kind smile on her face.
“The queen has just left the King's side, princess,” Ser Harrold Westerling told her.
“Does the queen need to be present when I visit the King, Ser Harrold?”
Behind his battle worn exterior the lord commander smiled. “No, princess.”
Ser Harrold knocked on the wooden door before opening it for the princess, who smiled appreciatively at him as she passed, walking into the King's chamber to find the King sitting in a chair propped up on pillows, a thick blanket wrapped around his lower half. Daenera felt her heart sink at the sight of her grandsire, finding that age had come at him hard and unforgiving. He had lost much of his hair, having only a few brittle strings of it left. At his side sat a young stone mason, carving details into a stone figure as the King told him about the building being made, voice low and rumbling with age. Viserys one good eye lifted from his stone map of old Valyria to his grandchild, lightning up at the sight.
“Daenera,” he greeted as loudly as he could.
Daenera hid her pity and concern beneath a smile. She would not show him anything else than what he deserved. “Grandsire!”
Her feet hurried over the floor, dress swissing around her feet, dark curls tumbling over her shoulders as she leaned down to press a kiss on the King's cheek. He smelled of old age and the illness that was slowly killing him. He had lost his left arm years ago, even before the incident that made them flee to Dragonstone, the sleeve empty.
And from the look of it, an infection had taken the sight of one of his eyes, the skin beneath it hollowed out and irritated. Daenera wondered how she’d tell her mother about how bad it had gotten.
“It is so good to see you, my sweetling,” the King said, waving away the stone mason. Viserys tried to stand, his knees buckling and his breath alluding him as he forced himself to his feet. Daenera was quick to wrap an arm around him, supporting him as they made their way towards more comfortable seats in front of the fire. “Have you brought your mother and siblings with you?”
“No, unfortunately not, my king,” Daenera answered softly, trying to lessen the blow. “I hope I do not disappoint you, your grace.”
“You could never disappoint me, Daenera,” Viseryes told her, pinching the apple of her cheek as she wrapped the blanket around his legs once more. “I just wish we could all be together.”
“Perhaps soon we will,” Daenera said.
“How are my daughter and brothers?” Viserys asked. Daenera sat down in the chair opposite him, finding the seat uncomfortably hard. Her hand reached for her grandsires, holding his thin and bony hand, cold with age despite the warmth of the room.
“They are good, your grace. My mother is pregnant with her and Daemon’s second child. I’m sad to miss the birth of my sibling but I suppose that is the price to pay if I wish to further my education,” Daenera said. In truth her education came second as to why she was here. Her concern for the King and what was happening in King's Landing was the main reason for her presence.
“You’re still buried in books and plants?” Viserys smiled.
“Yes. Dragonstone is a fine place but there’s not a lot of… green.” In the regard for nature it was bad, but it was a blessed place to avoid the Hightowers. “And of course I missed my grandsire.”
“You’re too kind. I fear I’m not much these days,” the king said sadly.
Daenera squeezed his hand as much as she dared. “And yet it is enough. You’re still the King and you are blood. I could not wish for a greater grandsire than you.”
“Flatter will get you far,” Viserys chuckled. “And how’s my other grandchildren?”
“Jacaerys is as hot-tempered as ever, I hope age will teach him to control it. He is a fine swordsman and dragonrider. You’ll find that he’s very educated in most subjects but he’s having trouble with Valyrian. And Lucerys follows his big brother around like a puppy. I’ve never seen anyone with as great of a love for their brother as him… well, perhaps between you and Daemon.”
“Is Luceryes as big of a pain in the ass for his big brother as Daemon has been in mine?”
Daenera tried and failed to hold back a laugh. “No, not yet. He’s still in the obey every word age, mayhaps when he’s older.”
“I hope not.”
“Joffrey is still very young. Growing every day,” Daenera finished.
They sat in content silence for a while before Daenera decided to break it with an inquiry about the changes to the Keep and by extension who was making the decisions. She had a feeling she already knew but the answer was still as cutting as it would have been had she not expected it.
“Ah, Alicent and Otto are the ones taking care of such matters. I’m not particularly fond of the changes, but it honors the Faith and keeps the peace.”
“You can honor the Faith and still keep some of the house symbols, your grace,” Daenera said. She knew Viseryes would avoid conflict at most cost, but she would never understand why he let the Hightowers run rampant and desecrate everything Targaryen as if he wasn’t still king. It was disrespectful. Daenera was about to press further when the door opened and the Queen swept in, her brown locks waving down her back, crown jutting from the curls, eyes finding the princess immediately and narrowing a little. Daenera got up and bowed as customary. If it wouldn’t have consequences she’d have remained seated, but alas her mother had raised her well.
“How nice to see you again, Princess Daenera,” the queen greeted, coming up to the side of her lord husband, placing a hand on his shoulder. Her green dress gleamed in the light from the fire. Daenera wished for the flames to lick a little closer to the dress.
“You as well, your grace.”
“I think we should hold a feast for the princesses return to King's Landing, don’t you think, Alicent?” The King asked, his frail hand reaching to pat Alicent’s hand on his shoulder. She withdrew it immediately, clasping her hands together in front of her.
“A feast is a big affair, my king. It would take time to prepare and it would cost-,”
“I think it’s worth it for my granddaughter's return. We would have held one upon your arrival, had we known you’d have come sooner,” the king cut her off.
Daenera pressed her lips together. They had known of her return for a fortnight. It was plenty of time to not only prepare her a proper welcome with lords and ladies present but also with the king, it would also have been enough time to prepare a feast. The queen's lips had turned into a line having been cornered. Would she refuse it would be perceived as an insult.
“Of course, your grace.” Alicent looked anything but happy, which pleased Daenera immensely. Alicent schooled her expression and stepped forward, reaching out to take Daeneras’ hand in hers. “Forgive us for our unpreparedness. We will hold a feast in your honor.”
“I understand, running the kingdom is a grand task that requires great attention.”
“Thank you for your understanding, princess, and I hope you will understand that I need to speak with the king about private matters.”
“Of course,” Daenera smiled sharply. It was a pretty way of throwing her out of the King's chambers. Daenera passed the queen and knelt down in front of the King, taking his frail hand in hers, trying to pass some of her warmth onto him. Their eyes met and Viseryes gave her an apologetic look that Daenera dismissed with a quirk of her lips and an understanding nod. She kissed the king on his cheek before rising. “I will come visit you soon, my king.”
“I will look forward to it, Daenera.”
Daenera gave one final bow before exiting the chambers. Fenrick fell into step behind her, though she didn’t not hear the clanking of his armor, her mind elsewhere. How was she going to tell her mother how bad it had gotten? She doubted her letters would leave unread by others. And how do you tell the daughter that her father was ailing and in pain, overrun by Hightowers and powerseekers. She feared for the king and his health. Most of all she feared the time when Viserys would pass.
“Joyce has confirmed that Lord Caswell will take lunch in one of the groves of the garden at noon.”
A small smile formed on Daenera’s lips. “Perfect.”
Daenera decided to head to the library in the meantime.
The smell of dust and old books were familiar to her, having spent a lot of her childhood buried in books, soaking up all that she could while her brothers trained with their dragons. Of course, she had also had dragon training. But there wasn’t much improvement nor need if one did not have a dragon. So instead, Daenera found fulfillment elsewhere.
The book she plucked from the shelves were of dark binding, with golden but crackled writing on the front. It was one of the old tales about a prince and a princess at odds, a tale of treachery and betrayal, of love and honor. Contented with her pick she headed towards the small sitting area by the fire, sinking into one of the chairs, fingers flipping to the first page.
“Why have you come back?” Aemond’s smoothe voice interrupted Daenera’s concentration, though her eyes never moved from the page. She hadn’t expected him to approach her. Out of the corner of her eye, above the focus on the pages, she saw him move in front of her, back to the fireplace, a pillar of cold shadows.
“Nice to see you too, uncle,” Daenera acknowledged, voice light and unbothered.
“Why have you come back?”
Daenera sighed, finally laying eyes upon him, noting the intense glare in his eye, lips sharp and set in a cold smirk, that left little to interpretation. He didn’t want her here. “Would you believe me if I said I missed King’s Landing?”
“No.”
Her head tilted to the side, a bothered and thoughtful expression upon her face. “I came back to further my studies in herbal medicine and such.”
His eye darted across her features, like a knife seeking purchase. It slid along her skin, threatening to draw blood. Daenera let him glare.
“Liar,” he hummed.
“Oh, I’m a liar now, am I?” Daenera responded to the accurate accusation. “Tell me then, why else would I be back? To bother you specifically? Or are you implying some other nefarious reason?”
“You should go back to Dragonstone. You’re not welcome nor wanted here,” Aemond disclosed shortly.
Daenera rolled her eyes, lifting the book back into position in front of her, to continue reading from where she left off. “Hmm… It seems that the King quite enjoys my presence, and he is the only one that matters is he not?”
Aemond stepped closer to her, snapping the book right out of her hands, her eyes widening in surprise at the sudden incursion. He held the book out of her reach, one hand on the tall back of the chair, back curved as he half leaned over her. His hair of pure moonlight fell smoothly over his shoulders, a stark contrast to her own dark, common locks. “Why are you really here?”
Daenera glared up at him, eyes as sharp as his own. He didn’t believe her lie about her education, which wasn’t as surprising as it was annoying. Alicent might not have believed it either, but she at least knew how impolite and disrespectful it was to flat out question her like this.
“What would you like my answer to be, since all of the option’s I’ve provided do not seem to hit the mark? Would you like me to admit I’m here to find a husband? That my mother doesn’t hold court on Dragonstone and has therefore made it impossible for me to do so? That King’s Landing provides a much better place in my search? Is that honest enough for you?”
It wasn’t a lie. Not only had she come in search of allies and to keep an eye on the Hightowers, she came to find a husband. They had gotten many a letter the day she came of age, asking for her hand in marriage, but her mother had kept the hounds at bay. Coming back to King’s Landing in search of a husband created the perfect cover and with the addition of her wishing to further her studies, no one could really question her reasoning. No one, but Aemond apparently.
“Hm…” Aemond hummed, releasing the back of her chair to stretch to his full hight again. He gave her a once over, then turned and walked away, heading to the doors.
“My book,” Daenera chided.
Aemond didn’t look back at her, he simply held the book up, waving it in the air before releasing his grip, letting it fall to the floor with a loud thud and then he was gone. It was such a childish and petty move that Daenera couldn’t help but stare a burning hole into the space he had preoccupied mere moments before.
It was Fenrick who picked up the book, a thick brow raised in question. Daenera just shook her head, waving his question off.
#aemond targaryen#aemond one eye#aemond x reader#aemond fanfiction#hotd aemond#prince aemond#hotd#house of the dragon#hotd fanfic#A Vow of Blood
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Making up for lost time.
Father! Daemon Targaryen x BastardDaughter! OC
OC’s name is Visenya.
TW: Child Abuse, no specific instances but it is implied to the point that it is fact (not done by Daemon). Daemon being a softie in reality.
P.S. It has been a few years since I’ve written anything remotely like this so expect mistakes. I’ll probably write a part two.
This was also a random idea I had like two hours ago so not too much thought has been but into it. It’s 1 A.M when I’m posting this and I’m staying up to two to watch the new HOTD episode…
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(3rd Person POV)
Her mother had died when she was 7 from complications of illness. Her father was no where to be found but that was no surprise to her.
The last she’d heard of him was that he’d wed Laena Velaryon. She was simply his bastard child. Someone he couldn’t put time into caring about even if he wanted to. It was not that she’d particularly cared about only having one parent.
Her mother was not a good mother, having blamed her for being the reason that she was disowned and lost favour with the rogue prince. She couldn’t really blame her that as she was not entirely wrong. But even if she didn’t blame her it didn’t mean it wasn’t painful.
She wasn’t afraid to lay a hand on her if she believed her to be in the wrong. Which was most of the time.
Few people came to the funeral and no one tried to comfort her. They probably knew of her mothers habits and decided that it would be foolish to try. Or the fact that she was a bastard meant that she wasn’t worthy of such sympathies. She thinks the latter is more accurate.
At 7, Visenya met her father for the first time in years. Around a week after the funeral she was visited by a maester stating that she were now in the care of her father. Naturally she was shocked, she thought her life was over. That she’d spend the rest of her life in an orphanage and then on the streets. It was not to be.
Daemon Targaryen was an infamous man with many rumours surrounding him. People either loved him or hated him and she could see why. She couldn’t tell if he actually cared for her presence. He’d made it clear that while she was staying with him she wasn’t his priority. That was Laena and her children.
Okay, that wasn’t so bad. It was nicer than a mother who wouldn’t feed her or even talk to her without throwing insults and the occasional slap. This was actually an improvement.
After all, Daemon had to at least care somewhat in order to take her in. He was the rogue prince! He could do as he pleased when he pleased and no one could truly stop him (besides from his brother, perhaps).
Daemon would talk to her for pleasantries small things like ‘good mornings’ and such. She wasn’t to eat any meals with them which was fine by her. When she ate outside they couldn’t complain if she spilled something. She didn’t have to worry about being hit for dropping something on the floor when she did things by herself.
Eventually, over the course of a few years, Visenya talked with Laena and her children some more. Laena was not entirely bothered by her existence and talked to her regularly. They talked over any particular thing, it was perhaps in these conversations where Laena became worried for the little girl.
Daemon wasn’t a reliable father figure, everyone knew that. But her mother should’ve been. Laena had her children to look after but she could tell something was off with her. Call it mothers intuition but she had a feeling that the girl hadn’t grown up with much love. She was a bastard after all, it was obvious with how Visenya had inherited Daemon’s purple eyes.
“Tell me, Visenya, what was your mother like?” Visenya paused. It was the first time she’d been asked a question like this.
“She was… like any other mother?” The truth was Visenya didn’t truly know what her mother was like. She knew that telling Laena about how her mother had treated her may only cause more problems. These people had taken her in without needing to. She would not burden them with her traumas.
Visenya was unable to answer any of the following questions Laena had about her mother. Visenya couldn’t just outright say that her mother would beat her for the slightest thing, could she?
Her lack of confident response only made Laena worry further. She had gone to a maester first before Daemon. She had spared some details, like who she was inquiring.
“Children are more affected by their parents actions than we are led to believe. Even if we too were once children.” He had told her, but it was not this statement that stuck with her.
“Wounds received from parents are not just physical. They have emotion affects as well. Those injuries rarely ever heal without the love of another parent figure.” When the maester had tried to ask about what child she was inferring about she had stated that the child was an old friend, not wanting to put Visenya into a tough position. After all nothing was confirmed yet, perhaps she was just going crazy.
Laena had brought up her suspicions about Visenya’s mother to Daemon the same night as they readied themselves for bed. Daemon did care for the girl, he was horrible at showing it though. His first reaction was silence then to ask Laena if she was sure of this. She responded truthfully.
“No, but there is only one way to know for sure.”
Laena had always pushed Daemon to talk with the girl. She refused be the reason that Visenya grew up without either parents, Daemon would care for her on his own accord. He just needed a little push to see that she needed him.
Daemon had always had a soft spot for children and he hated it when parents treated them like pawns. In Laena’s mind, it was only a matter of time before Daemon realised just how much she needed him and he would support her, Laena would make sure of it.
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Daemon had slowly began spending more time with her, as to not arouse any suspicion. It started with simply greeting one another around the home and grounds before moving into small conversations.
He’d gradually learned more things about her as time went on. Visenya loved reading and had vast skills in art. She was good at horse riding, archery and was alone most of the time. His daughter was a lonely child. Or perhaps ‘lonely’ wasn’t the right word. She was alone a lot but he wasn’t sure if she felt lonely per say.
Now that he was more involved, he could see that it was quite rare that anyone would speak with her. On the other hand, there was never any shortage of stares. Some were curious, others seemed disgusted with living amongst a bastard. He would be lying if he said that the treatment she received didn’t anger him in some way.
He gently (as gentle as Daemon can be) brought it up to her late one evening. They were sat on the stairs outside of their home watching the sunset. Visenya was sat closer to the ground whilst Daemon was sat on the uppermost step.
“Does it bother you? The staring.” It had taken her a second do understand what he was inquiring about.
“No. I suppose not. It’s better than before.” A simple answer to a simple question but it didn’t sit well with Daemon. Worse than staring would imply words, statements. Actions.
But who would try to insult her? She had a Valyrian name and Targaryen eyes to match. Even if she was a bastard, there was only one person who would have bastards at that point in time. Would someone really risk angering him? He didn’t think so.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, that left one person.
He didn’t want to admit that he had left her in the care of someone who didn’t look after her properly. Because he did care for her, truly, he could see that. He didn’t know how to act on it but he could see that Visenya greatly mattered to him. As clear as day.
He could also see where he had gone wrong. When Visenya first came here Daemon wasn’t invested with her life. It just felt wrong to leave her where she was.
He can see now that he felt that way because she was his child, whom he was meant to raise, look after, and protect. His mother had told that once that even the darkest people could crack with the existence of their child, he didn’t understand at the time but he did now. Even if he hadn’t been around her it didn’t break the bond that was there since the first time Visenya had taken a breath.
He had been failing her before he even met her. Before he even had the chance to know her. He felt the guilt weighing down on his chest and he found himself wondering about what would’ve happened if he had even visited her a little bit.
With these newfound feelings came the drive to do more. He wanted to dedicate his time to this child. To get to know everything about her, the things a father should know. Her favourite foods, colours, what books she wanted to read, what activities she liked most.
He wanted to spend time with her, he wanted to eat with her at lunch and dinner. He wanted her to come to him with her problems. He wanted to fix those problems. He knew she had them, problems a child of her age truly shouldn’t have to feel, but that was okay.
He had allowed her to believe that her half-siblings were more important to him than she was. He hadn’t realised at the time just how that may have affected her. She was seven when she first arrived. She was 11 now. He could only hope that whatever damage he had caused was reversible. Daemon wasn’t a particularly religious person and he felt rather idiotic as he got down onto his knees to ask the gods if he could be given one more chance with Visenya, a chance to be someone she needed in her life.
He was going to make the effort. He was going to fix this. If may take months, years or even decades to fully undo the affects of what had happened to his daughter. But that was okay too. Some day, she would come to believe that Daemon Targaryen was her kepa.
‘Kepa’ - the high Valyrian word for ‘father’
#daemon#daemon targaryen#daemon targaryen x oc#daemon x laena#daemon targaryen x daughter#house of the dragon#hotd season 1
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“this dumb as fuck post”
How is it dumb? Rhaenicent is based solely in show fanon, they exist in the same universe where Alicent crowned a child abusing rapist because she didn’t want Rhaenyra to be Queen despite telling her in the previous episode she’d make an excellent one.
I know a lot of Greens stans are critical of Condal and Hess for turning Aegon II into a cartoonish villain when it’s a lot more nuanced in the books but you can’t pick and choose what you decide is canon when your ship doesn’t exist outside of HotD.
If you can’t acknowledge the fact Alicent willingly usurped her supposed “true love” in favour of a boy who likes to watch his own bastards (her grandchildren) fight to the death then maybe you should admit Rhaenicent was a mistake.
If you do reply I ask you not to use George’s work to explain yourself because like I said non Rhaenicent fans who are Team Green can site the books to criticise Condal’s godawful writing as, unlike yourself, they’re not dependent on the show to make their ship work. Besides, according to George there is no Rhaenicent it’s a crack!ship on par with Cersei/Sansa.
(In reference to this ask)
Well, nonny dearest, it’s dumb because it’s a straw man. That post is arguing against an opinion that nobody actually holds. I have literally never seen a single Team Green stan or Rhaenicent shipper make the argument you’re accusing us of making and I’ve spent a pretty impressive amount of hours in this fandom. I have certainly never said anything like this myself, so I don’t understand why you’re bothering me with this. Do you expect me to defend an opinion that I do not agree with? Why don’t you go find someone who actually holds this opinion that has you so up in arms and bother them instead? Or, even better, just accept that some people disagree with you and leave us the fuck alone?
#also does anon not know that you can like some adaptational changes (like rhaenicent) and not others?#like what is your point here
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Alicent Hightower: my thoughts (positive)
If you’ve been with my blog for a while, you know my thoughts on Alicent when watching HOTD weekly was less than forgiving. I really didn’t like her or the choices she made. There were moments where I did give her some grace, but not enough. In watching the first season again in a binge format, my thoughts have changed quite a bit. Is she perfect? No, nobody in this show is. She’s not evil though. She’s simply a girl who was groomed into this role, following the patriarchy. She knows no different and even then, there were moments later in the season where she expresses that she knows she’s been used and manipulated all this time. She says, “What have I done but what was expected of me?” and that really hits close to home for me. When I first saw that scene I was only focusing on Rhaenyra. I never truly saw Alicent’s side of that. In that moment she broke and you can see the regret when she realized she’d actually hurt who used to be her best friend. You see that regret again later when she sees the scar on Rhaenyra’s arm. Even when she made the move to put her son on the throne, she thought that was her husband’s dying wish and she refused to allow anyone to harm Rhaenyra or her kids. Part of me feels that Alicent and Rhaenyra maybe could’ve worked things out to some degree if Lucerys hadn’t died the way he did. Basically, she’s a complex character and I didn’t take the time while watching initially to really understand her. Ultimately I was too harsh on her and she’s an interesting character to follow when you think critically (which I was not).
#show: house of the dragon#hotd#alicent hightower#positive#*tldr; we love alicent and rhaenyra on this blog and i was dumb in the past 🫶🏻
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I’ve just finished HotD and I would like to say.. what the actual fuck?
Why did Rhaenys have to fly through the floor of the dragon pit and crush half of the people there? Like if that doesn’t make people hate the blacks already I don’t know what will. I’d want them all dead if that was me. There was no point in that happening, unnecessary death of innocent people for nothing. It didn’t prove she was a “badass” or “cool” it just goes to show the people they’re just going to be collateral damage of a war that they want no part in.
As sad as it is too, Rhaenyra was going to lose baby Visenya either way. That wasn’t on Alicent and people saying that it’s her and the greens fault that she’s lost her daughter is genuinely disgusting. That wasn’t on them, Visenya was deformed and born with dragon like qualities. It’s awful yes and I could never imagine that but it’s the price that have to pay for all of the incest in the family and their ancestors using black magic to gain more power so they could magically bind with the dragons, it happens to a few women and it’s always as sad as the last.
Rhaenyra saying “My lady mother was an Arryn, they will not turn against their own kin.” is actually hilarious because isn’t their house motto ‘as high as honour’ yet she has none.. like your mother wouldn’t be happy about what you’ve pulled (I’m going off the books for this part, even so it counts for the series) I’m not having she’d be happy and proud about what she’s done to get to where she is and all the lies she’s pulled the amount of times she’s thrown around the word treason to cover up her own treasons. I mean Jane Arryn literally got her seat without doing what Rhaenyra has done and she was an actual girlboss.
Why have they made Aegon a rapist? He wasn’t the best person I’ll admit and he did fondle and make crude remarks to women but he never did anything with anyone to any women against their will. He was even forced to bed Helaena, he had to be drunk for it. They were both kids forced into something that neither one wanted, it would’ve been traumatic for both. It’s like no one can comprehend that no one is a good person in this series. It’s not black and white like a marvel film where there’s good guys and bad guys, everyone is grey that was the point of the books, no one is nice and they prove that - besides Helaena she’s a saint and can do no wrong!
Can we just take a minute to appreciate the true kings and queens of Kings Landing - the dragon keepers! They literally take care and handle the dragons in sandals and tunics with a bloody stick.. the Targaryens love to show the power they have with dragons yet the dragon keepers are the ones who do all the scary work with them, they teach them how to deal and bond with their own dragons! Legends they are.
What’s about to happen with Blood & Cheese is in no way acceptable for a son for a son. That is nowhere near the same as Lucerys dying that was a literal 5 year old toddler, I doubt he could even write his own name properly yet, it’s not retribution it’s just cold blooded murder of a baby. I will forever hate them for what happened to him, it’s awful and I’m not ready to watch that.
ALL OF THIS!
Why did Rhaenys state that the greens are coming for you Rhaenyra and your children..like um, what gave you that impression?? Just so dramatic and it's annoying
Also Daemon saying Alicent killed his brother....???Seriously !!??
And the children fighting pits? He's literally like a disney villain and it's pathetic
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I LOVE LOVE LOVEE the reunion between Rhaenyra and Babey. It’s so cute and heartwarming when they communicate. When Babey said
“talk to me. Stop shutting me out. I can handle it, I’m old enough now–”
It really holds very true to their particular brand of sisterhood. I’m not a younger sister so I can’t relate specifically but the line still hit me.
Babey really knows her Daddy Daemon, each chapter you reiterate how they’re such a perfect match honestly. Babey is his good influence 😂
Mmm Daemon unlocked a new kink haha ✅🍼 I feel like this has been long awaited by many of your readers hehehe 👀
Thank you for answering all my questions in the last ask lol. In the next season I hope the give us more dragon scenes, more fighting and fire breathing scenes specifically 🥺🥺🙏 It’s called House of the Dragon HBO. As much as I love watching unhinged individuals I want more dragonsss. Although it must cost a lot in cgi
Surprisingly Babey’s cravings don’t seem gross, they’re pretty tame and actually sound kinda good? Like I’d eat them all except for the full pot of honey. I thought she’d be asking for way crazier food combos.
Uni update: I’m on Easter break but I’m still getting emails about grades cause my profs are just mean like that lol. I was 0.5 points away from an A on an essay and the prof didn’t round up so I’m mad at them.
Random question: What’s your take on why some fans of HOTD strive to make their faves seem “good” or excuse their actions as “oh they had some trauma”? What’s the obsession with “defending faves”, UR FAVE IS A GASLIGHTING CRIMINAL AND YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF THEM. Accept that everyone is morally grey/complex and interesting except Larys, fucking hate him and just enjoy the drama and derangement. It’s a fiction show at the end of the day. This is mostly based on tiktok discourse but I do sometimes see it on tumblr too
Always remember to put yourself first and take some rest and relaxation! Thank you so much for the chapter! You deserve all the good karma and positive interactions 🫶🏻💖💖💖
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AAAAAAH, hello, 💎!!!!! I hope you're doing well!
I'm thrilled you enjoyed the Rhaenyra-Babey reunion scene! I wanted there to be a work-through that wasn't aggro but still packed the punch it needed to, so I hope that works out how I intended.
DAEMON IS GROTTY and we all love that for him, tbh. He's a horny ol' peepaw. I stan.
I NEED MORE DRAGONS, I swear. Not even just from a writing point, because it makes it fucking hard to write interactions with dragons with limited source material, HBO!!!! But I wanna see what the dragons can do, manoeuvre-wise. I imagine we're about to get a good look at warfare on dragonback, or I hope we will. Come OOOON, guys, GIMME DRAGONS!!!!
Babey's gonna escalate to something a little weirder in terms of cravings next chapter, haha. But mostly - thank gosh - she's not completely gross. Maybe I'll revisit this in another pregnancy - just truly heinous cravings, and Daemon's all "what the fuck evil spawn is in you????"
Ugh, your professor's a grade-B BITCH. You tell 'em I told you that. They ain't grade-A because apparently they don't know what an A is, so HA! B-grade. I am sure your essay was a work of fucking art, so they can suck my fat dick. (Um, my encouragement is a bit... aggressive. You got this, booski.)
To answer your question: short form, people suck, lol. I think there's a stunning lack of critical thinking among the general population, probably because of inconsistent schooling. There's a conversation to be had about standardisation globally insofar as this is possible (i.e. language barriers), because the disparity between nations can be whack. (I'm not exactly endorsing standardisation as that has its own pitfalls, but like - there needs to be some sort of benchmark, for fuck sake.) People don't know how to rationalise liking a character that is deeply flawed because they lack the ability to separate that from their own moral code; they think liking a 'bad' character makes them 'bad', very loosely. Also, people just generally suck and like to start fights because it's in our nature to be anarchist fuckwads, etc. Lol, my faith in humanity is shining through!
I am doing EXCELLENT, 💎, never fear. The next chapter is coming out very soon! Thank you so so so much for your support, it means the WORLD TO MEEEEE!
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Omg I’m actually so sad hearing that you had an idea for an aegon fic u probably won’t get round to writing because I would’ve read the SHITTTTTT out of it. I wasn’t an aegon fan until I read burning jasmine and I reckon you would’ve been able to really do justice to that kind of character 😭😭😭
Literally burning jasmine was so good! But yeah, Aegon became more interesting as a character after reading. I have to ignore his hotd canon behaviour, though tbh I’ll always be a bit pressed that they opted to go that route. It just didn’t add to anything to it, you know? If they stuck with his episode 6-7 characterisation it would have been a lot better imo, instead of making him do what he did to Dyana, and actively enjoying children fight in pits.
But ahh! Idk if you’ve ever watched Domina, but boi was I INSPIRED. Tom is so good in it. But yeah, I was imagining Aegon falling for a pregnant OC he had a crush on back in the day. She somehow ends up in King’s Landing, and she’d play him like a fiddle trying to gain a position/some power, while also growing genuinely fond of him. But maybe one day! Who knows.
I think it’d be fun to explore relationships through Aegon’s eyes. In most of my other stories, I depicted him more as a villain before I adopted a more nuanced view of him (post burning jasmine lol) so it would be fun to try something different. Only after IKLAO is finished though.
Thanks so much for the ask!
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✏️ The first fanfiction you ever wrote? (doesn’t have to be a posted fic)
OH WOW Okay. Ummmm. Nellie Olsen and Almanzo Wilder actually comes to mind (it did not end well, she ran into the prarier with a broken heart). I must have been ten? I don't remember if it was BEFORE or AFTER I wrote Star Wars fic. But that was all circa 1997-2000 so my memory is really fuzzy on what I wrote and published and what I just wrote.
😊 The fic that you’re the most proud of?
Um, my first instinct is to say none of them? Because the ones I've put out there haven't been like, super great? But I guess if I had to pick one, it's Fight For Me (If It's Not Too Late) which is a Derek x Lydia teen wolf fic that I actually FINISHED (as in multichaptered). It's still up on AO3. Also I forgot about all the Hook x Aurora fic I actually finished. Soulmates Never Die is also really close to my heart (I ran the community back in the day on LJ).
🎨 Show us a sneak peek from a WIP!
omg omg okay uh... fuck. This is my HotD re-write I'm doing and I'm really trying to be okay with embracing that it's going to be a rewrite or canon and that it's okay? I never used to be this nervous.
(Also I couldn't indent this so sorry)
The more often you’re pregnant, the more he’ll leave you alone.
Alicent recalled the advice given to her when she could hardly move, trading barbs with the other women who thought they were giving the young queen all the advice she needed. She was loath to admit that they were indeed right. Her three babes had quickened faster than she’d expected, but her insides were crippled from generations of incest.
Lyonel Strong had always been kind to her, facilitating ravens sent from his wife, her cousin. The older woman’s messages had been a balm to her soul, but Celeste had been held at Harrenhal as she’d been prone to sickness. To have gone to sup with her father not long after Helaena was born - inconsolable or silent at the drop of a hat - and to be wrapped in the warm embrace of Celeste had been a homecoming.
It could not replace the ache of lost friendship, but Celeste had slotted into the scarred wound that her mother’s absence had left, filling the rift with the loving, guiding hand of an older sister. Celeste Strong had the same auburn curls as her own, the same soft features, and a child of her own. And gratefully, she discovered that she was not a mother who only sat with her in hopes of chaining their children together.
Abrogail, the same age as her little Helaena, had a usually sweet temperament, and had picked up on the little quirks of the princess in the way that only children could do. Aegon had grown sullen after the birth of his brother, unhappy with his place in her lap being replaced once more.
“Daven would do the same. It’s not unusual,” Celeste offered as Helaena was passed to a maid so Alicent could pull her precious Aegon into her arms. The boy was red faced, angry and tearful with his wounds.
“‘Laena bit me!” Aegon wailed, throwing himself into Alicent with dramatics that she couldn’t understand. On some deep level, however, she felt she understood.
I just wanted someone to tell me they were sorry for what happened to me.
Alicent pressed kisses to the soft, pale crown of her boy’s head, stroking his back as Abrogail watched him warily from her mother’s arms.
His tears soaked the collar of her dress as she rocked him. She had not been able to rock him in so long, and she found she’d missed it. She wanted him to be little forever. She would put up with hundreds of fights just like this, if she could always hold him in her arms, protective and full of love.
She’ll kill them, if you do not protect them, if you do not make Aegon king. Your children are the threats to her rule, Alicent.
“M’sorry, Aegon,” Abrogail’s little voice came. Alicent looked at the child with her cloud of golden-red curls as she hesitantly reached out to gently pat Aegon’s back. Her boy snuffled, glaring down at her, and Alicent lifted her hand to stop Aegon’s fist from flailing out.
“That was very kind to say, Abby,” Alicent said, smiling at her little cousin and then to Aegon. “Everyone should be sorry, right?”
His sullen expression met hers, with eyes round and a deep violet that could almost be blue.
Alicent raised her eyebrows at her boy. “It is just and princely and honorable.”
A sigh. “Sorry, Aemond,” came his apology.
Helaena, who did not speak, merely shrieked and bared her bloody mouth.
#ask memes#TY for asking!#I have to run out but I will try get back to people who reblogged this as well
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Hii, I hope you're having a great day! I don't know if you're still accepting requests but I'd love to know the reactions of the hotd characters when they found out their S/O was a spy or an informant for the other team?
YOU’RE AN INFORMANT
summary: how the hotd characters would react to you informing on them to their enemies.
includes: aemond, aegon, alicent, rhaenyra, daemon, jace & harwin
aemond would be devastated deep down. he’s more angry at himself than you, knowing that he let you in and trusted you wholeheartedly drives him into fits of rage, a lot of them aimed at you. he’s scary that’s for sure, cornering you against walls and hissing nasty words at you when you cower. he can’t bring himself to actually hurt you but he does keep you as a hostage of some kind, making you feed back false information to give his family the advantage.
aegon is a whole turmoil of emotions but the one that shines through the most is disappointment. he thought he’d found the one, his twin flame. he believed you’d been sent to him for a reason, to pull him out of the depressive pit he was in. you made him believe in a brighter future and then to find out it was all a ploy destroys him. as hard as it is he wouldn’t even confront you or come to you himself, he’d let his council deal with it and returns to drinking away his sorrows.
alicent is by turns distraught and fuming. she’s sad at first because your bond wasn’t real at all, just a fabricated lie and she has to mourn the loss of that connection but whilst you continue to fawn over her falsely she’d turn angry - seething that she has a rat around her at all times. she’d sit on it a while before making the decision but would ultimately decide to make the sacrifice and keep you around. she pretends like nothing has changed, that’s she’s still madly in love but underneath she’s telling you nothing but lies and secretly plotting your demise.
when rhaenyra learns of your treachery she goes cold all over, a sense of numbness overcoming her. when she looks at you all she feels is disgust and it doesn’t take long for her to corner you and confront you. she barely has to raise her voice before you break down, pleading that you love her but she wouldn’t have it. her council may urge her to have you executed but she shows restraint, otherwise telling you to pack your things and leave and that she never wants to see you again.
humiliation is how daemon would choose to deal with it. to disguise how hurt he is he’d tell everyone you’re his pet, making you do horrible things in front of the court and no one can do a thing. he can’t imagine not having you around but he can’t be looking weak in front of anyone either. when he speaks to you it’s in condescending tones, always asking you why you ever thought you could undermine him. he truly becomes your master and he’ll use you anyway he can.
jacerys is more confused than anything, wondering why you’d take it so far, why you’d make him fall in love with you. he’s angry that he was so gullible and vulnerable with you. the two of you would have an emotional confrontation but he’d ultimately send you away, trying his best not to cry on the beach as he watches the small boat he hired carry you away from him. he wouldn’t have even went to his mother, too uneasy about what she might have done to you - he at least wanted you to be safe.
harwin would let you explain yourself once then he wouldn’t want to speak to you again. he completely cuts you out of his life which you suppose you deserve. he’d tell you he never wants to see or hear from you again but in reality he keeps a close watch over you, making sure you’re as safe as you could be, especially if you stay on at court. he’ll never forgive the betrayal but he can’t stop thinking about you either.
#aemond targaryen x reader#aegon targaryen x reader#alicent hightower x reader#rhaenyra targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen x reader#jacerys velaryon x reader#harwin strong x reader#house of the dragon
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✹ — WAY BACK IN 2014 WHEN I FIRST dreamed rhaenys up from the depths of my mind, prying her from the hands of grrm, and more so in 2019 when i started writing for her, i’ve had this reoccurring thought i’ve never been able to fully shake. the idea of permeance in war, of losses greater than losing people who are loved . . . the things soldiers never fully recover from - and make no mistake, rhaenys is a soldier and a warrior, and she suffers and loses a great deal when she chooses to fight . . . most of it transpires within her own head, within the losses surrounding her, but i’ve always had these little musings and ideas but have never really put them to pen and paper, and yet they never seem to go away . . . and three years later, i figured i’d write it down.
during the episode where rhaegal is shot down by euron fakejoy greyjoy, i had a very specific idea. now, first, dany would never forget about the iron fleet - but for the sake of the scenario, the iron fleet sneak up on them, etc. - and rhaenys is atop rhaegal when he goes down . . . she survives the fall, but the whole of her right arm is crushed in the fall, shattering the bone . . . leading it to be amputated, lest it blacken and rot whilst still attached to her. rhaenys loses her right arm from the shoulder down, obviously resulting in her being unable to participate in the final battle . . . but having to watch daenerys conquer or burn the city from afar.
it’s a tremendous loss, one that pushes rhaenys to a new brink of patience and determination, of her having to re-learn how to fight, honestly re-discovering herself - faced with these trials and disadvantages, but learning to overcome them . . . it teaches her a great deal about herself. and, strangely enough, the recovery period truly allows her to rest. rhaenys hasn’t rested since elia died, so it really puts her in a place where she must lay down, must relax, and really face everything she’s endured over the years . . . and what comes next.
another loss i considered was rhaenys losing an eye, like during one of the great battles - i.e., the battle at winterfell, the battle of the bastards, when invading king’s landing, etc. it can be from anyone or anything, really, but rhaenys somehow - a stray blade, a purposeful strike - receives a blow down her face, which cuts right over one of her eyes . . . obviously resulting in its loss. it’s symbolic for a couple of reasons, as rhaenys detests her targaryen eyes . . . detests how they remind her of rhaegar, how she can never meet her own reflection in a mirror without seeing her father . . . so losing an eye would be losing a piece of rhaegar, and she’d feel herself bitterly realize how a part of her secretly loved her eyes - how she liked being able to see her father, who she genuinely loves and misses, even in spite of his actions, even though she wants nothing more than to hate him . . .
and it could also be a reference to an eye for an eye makes the world go blind, referring to rhaenys’ longing and need for bloodshed . . . but i refuse to discredit my psychotic murder daughter for her desire for revenge, especially if she manages to actually get justice against the people who wronged her and-or her family. so, losing an eye would be symbolic in the sense of her father. and, as stated above, i’ve had this headcanon since 2019, well before i ever read fire and blood and watched hotd, so i like the inadvertent parallel to aemond targaryen . . . especially if i can somehow make rhaenys a kinslayer in the process - really tie in that familial parallel tragedy . . . young griff where you at.
anyway, a random headcanon i’ve carried for too many years . . . figured it was time to write it down . . . i may write more on it later, and go into more detail, but this is it for now. will i ever get the chance to write such tragic scenarios ? ? ? possibly . . . will i still dream heavily about them and cry ? ? ? most definitely.
#thєч wíll wrítє stσríєs σf hєr ( headcanons )#ѕєnd α rαvєn ínѕtєαd ( queue )#|| i'm exhausted#i cant sleep#i wrote this half awake#but i've carried this for years and *grabby hands* need it#but also rhaenys would never kill dany fyi#if rhae is gonna be a kinslayer#aint gonna be dany#for a number of reasons
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