#rhaenyra x oberyn x daemon

[anamazingangie]

'Cause I was filled with poison ☀️ Rhaenyra x Oberyn x Daemon

☀️ Rated E ☀️ 54k words ☀️ Complete! ☀️ by AmazingAngie ☀️ Tags: no time travel, just me fucking with the timeline, just like oberyn is going to fuck rhaenyra, and daemon, numerous snake euphemisms, f/m/m, m/m, feelings realization, relationship negotiation, anal sex, overstimulation, double penetration Summary:

Oberyn was famed for fucking half of Westeros—and Daemon was rumored to have fucked the rest.  They joked that together their cocks had conquered the entire Seven Kingdoms. Rhaenyra had rolled her eyes—neither amused nor jealous by this statement, but rather indifferent to it. She knew of his reputation and thought it mattered little. Daemon had returned to her. He wanted her. He had married her. And all would be well. No man, friend, or foe would change that—no matter how handsome. . Or: Bonded by their desire for flesh and blood, Oberyn Martell and Daemon Targaryen have a friendship that spans decades. And Rhaenyra has a problem.

This began as a very self indulgent fic based on a conversation about the chemistry Matt Smith and Pedro Pascal manage to bring to every single role they take. Then I started thinking their ASOIF characters and what chemistry they would have together. 

The characters they play are similar they are in a lot of ways and I feel like they are both the sort attracted to those who remind them of themselves (both emotionally and physically), so the similarities could be the basis for both a strong friendship and a sexual relationship. Daemon isn’t really shown as having close friends in canon (or respecting people in general) and I enjoyed exploring what that might look like with Oberyn.

This isn’t a time travel AU. I’ve just fucked with the timeline so the characters shown in GoT inhabit the House of Martell a hundred years earlier. Elia Martell is engaged to Viserys Targaryen, which is how Oberyn and Daemon meet. 

It primarily focuses on the week before Daemon and Rhaenyra marry. Rhaenyra learns about defying social norms for the sake of her own happiness, which takes the form of enjoying pleasure with a snake in addition to a dragon. While Oberyn confronts feelings he had long since denied for both his sister and his oldest friend.

This fic involves sex between Daemon/Oberyn, Daemon/Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra/Oberyn, and the whole trio together. Oberyn is not an equal 33.3% of their relationship, which the epilogue shows, but they love him and he always has a place in their home/bed when he wants it.  Rhaenyra is not heir and has an idillic post marriage life on Dragonstone with Daemon (when not visiting Dorne) along with their children. Their affinity for making sons paired with Oberyn's many daughters works out quite well, as you'll see in the epilogue. 😉

Idk if you can tell but I’m quite proud of this and had so much fun incorporating Oberyn into this world and some Dornish culture into Daemyra (which is why it grew to 54k words, holy fuck!) I hope you’ll give it a try, weird pairing  and premise aside!

☀️☀️ It can be read HERE! ☀️☀️

[asoiafsworld]

STAR'S MASTERLIST !

star's rules & disclaimers for requesting.

🍷 (romantic love), 🩰 (platonic love)

🍡 (fluff), ☁️ (angst), 🍒 (smut)

↳ HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

⇝ rhaenyra targaryen

first; headcanon; falling in love and marrying rhaenyra and daemon. (☁️) (🍒) (🍷)

second; headcanon; being married to rhaenyra and daemon and being a mother to their children. (🍡) (🩰)

third; headcanon; being pregnant with rhaenyra and daemon's child. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

fourth; headcanon; having rhaenyra's and daemon's children. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

fifth; headcanon; your life with rhaenyra and daemon and your children. (☁️) (🍡) (🍷)

⇝ daemon targaryen

first; headcanon; falling in love and marrying rhaenyra and daemon. (☁️) (🍒) (🍷)

second; headcanon; being married to rhaenyra and daemon and being a mother to their children. (🍡) (🩰)

third; headcanon; being pregnant with rhaenyra and daemon's child. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

fourth; headcanon; having rhaenyra's and daemon's children. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

fifth; headcanon; your life with rhaenyra and daemon and your children. (☁️) (🍡) (🍷)

⇝ aemond targaryen

imagine; the turning point. (☁️) (🍒) (🍷)

imagine; the sun also rises. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

imagine; stand by me. (☁️) (🍷) (🩰)

headcanon; alpha aemond courting and marrying omega reader. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

⇝ aegon targaryen

you drew stars around my scars (but now i'm bleeding) (🍡) (☁️) (🍷) (🩰)

first

⇝ jacaerys velaryon

nothing yet.

⇝ alicent hightower

nothing yet.

↳ GAME OF THRONES

⇝ daenerys targaryen

nothing yet.

⇝ robb stark

nothing yet.

⇝ jon snow

nothing yet.

⇝ sansa stark

nothing yet.

⇝ margaery tyrell

nothing yet.

⇝ oberyn martell

nothing yet.

↳ THE LAST OF US

⇝ ellie williams

belong to you; first, second

drabble; consensual non consent.

drabble: cnc, face sitting.

headcanon; dating alpha ellie.

⇝ abby anderson



drabble; making you squirt.

drabble; g!p abby, breeding kink.

[msmorningstaarr]

I write:

A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones characters (long series, short fics, self insert);

Fire and Blood/House of The Dragon characters (self inserts)

(in the foreseeable future) Joel Miller (short fics, long series and self insert)

Holy and Heathen series (ao3)

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x F!Original Hightower Character (Melara Hightower); Minor Elia Martell x Oberyn Martell; Elia Martell x Rhaegar Targaryen

Warnings: implied siblings incest; emotional incest; childhood trauma; religious guilt; sex; oberyn is 20; doran doesn't exist in this au; oberyn is a good daddy but a bad husband; OC is not a reliable character, take a spoon of salt when you read her POV; no rebellion AU; tags may change about the rebellion tho; melara may be unlikeable

Status: in progress

Chapter 1 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 11

Chapter 2 | Chapter 7

Chapter 3 | Chapter 8

Chapter 4 | Chapter 9

Chapter 5 | Chapter 10

The Night We Met one shot (ao3)

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand; Ellaria Sand x Loreza Sand

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: coping with grief, angst, fluff, falling instantly in love, mentions to elia’s death

Status: published

Breath of Flame series

Pairings: Rhaegar Targaryen x F! Targaryen OC (Rhaena Targaryen);

Warnings: Targcest, childbirth, miscarriage, unprotected sex, pregnancy, poisoning, descriptions of violence;

Status: not published yet.

Self-Insert One Shots

Let me fill you up. (ao3) - Female Targaryen Reader x Jaime Lannister

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI (18+) rhaegar wins AU, no targcest, smuff, fluff, breeding kink, praising kink, a lot of pet names (sweet girl, princess, love), reader has no physical description besides the silvery white targaryen hair, creampie, oral (f receiving), a very devoted husband commited to your pleasure, smut, sex;

To tame a dragon. (ao3)- Female Brat Tamer Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI (18+) established relationship, queen rhaenyra targaryen, sub/dom dynamics(reader dom rhaenyra sub), oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, mentions of voyeur, some gender dysphoria on reader’s part(?), reader is really engaged in pleasing rhaenyra, no age gap, reader has no physical description, , rough sex, team black won AU, please tell me if there’s any tag left!

Let Me Be Yours (ao3) - Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen x Martell Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI (18+), afab reader, praise kink, sub/dom dynamics (rhae dom reader sub), fingering, pussy licking, manhandling, nipple play, soft domination, rhae rhae is madly in love with you, longing, reader has physical descriptions, lesbian sex, no dance of the dragons AU, Queen Rhaenyra AU

In My Feelings series

Pairings: dbf!cheater! Joel Miller x homewrecker! OC (Riley Reed); Joel Miller x Wife (Cynthia Miller)

Warnings: no outbreak AU, dbf! Joel Miller, SMUT, Riley is fucking SHAMELESS and Joel is a TOTAL PRICK, cheating, unprotected piv (please use rubbers guys), Ellie and Sarah exist in this AU, tags may be added;

Status: not published yet;

[aella-targaryen]

Daemon and Oberyn

It still hurts me deeply that one of the series creators wanted to compare Series-Daemon to Oberyn Martell.

Oberyn Martell is and always will be one of the best characters ever written by GRRM. He was the rouge prince of his generation, a bloodthirsty and cruel man with his enemies. A man who beat women and used poisons.

And yet we will all remember that Oberyn was a male character who loved the women in his life more than anything in the world. The person he loved the most in the world was his sister Elia and that never changed despite having a stable partner and eight daughters. Oberyn was willing to die to revenge his sister's death and he finally did. Oberyn is an antihero who died for love in a beautiful and sublime way.

His relationship with Ellaria Sand was passionate and loving, the only bond that united them was love and that was enough for both of them to adore each other the whole time they were together. With loyalty to their love and with happiness they enjoyed adventures, to raise their daughters and to fuck with the sexiest people in the seven kingdoms. And they always did all of that together.

Oberyn raised his daughters with the purpose that each of them would be strong enough to achieve their goals, their pleasures and could defend themselves from the cruelty of the world, he always motivated them to seek freedom and their own satisfaction.

In the series, we see the love that Oberyn feels for his daughters when he takes the time to write a poem to one of them. It's a very small detail but it's one of the sweetest things I've seen a father do for one of his daughters in the entire Game of Thrones universe. What kind of father sits down to write a poem for a daughter? A father who deeply loves his daughter that's evident.

For all that , It is impossible for us to think that Oberyn could have physically harmed the women of his family.

The saddest thing about all of HotD is that Daemon could have been a lot like Oberyn.

Daemon's characteristics that are presented in the books fit very well with Oberyn's character.

But instead of constructing Daemon using such a well-written and fan-loved character as a reference, they decided in episode 10 to make him the epitome of toxic masculinity from the mind of a deeply arrogant person.

That's a fucking tragicomedy.

[idreamofmagik]

MASTERLIST

ALL Chapters of: The Summer Dragon

Prologue - Red Sky in Morning Chapter 1 - Targaryen Blood Chapter 2 - Mother Tongue

Chapter 04 - Riding A Dragon

Random Shorts

[mawofmeraxes]

hi guys! feel free to check out my masterlist and request some one shots for any of the characters there! after posting my most recent one shot I’m feeling so inspired and want to write so bad!

[writingsofwesteros]

Masterlist Part 2 - 23rd November onwards

Masterlist Part 1

Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Riding with pleasure  Teaching Moments  Wrong Room Good Boy Mine

Otto Hightower x Reader

Passion Override  New Pleasure  His Dragon Daddy Mate Shared Apologies 

Alicent Hightower x Reader

Need  Her Knight -- Part 2 Pleasure Galore  Sharing  Learning 

Corlys Velaryon x Reader

Pure Crush Maid Another Heir Taking you Fully taken

Oberyn Martell x Reader 

You are mine  A hidden Targaryen 

Larys Strong x Reader

Payment -- Part 2 -- Part 3 Mine Now In the dark -- Part 2 Wet Flowers  Punishment  A Match Cane

Cregan Stark x Reader

Dragon’s Wolf Betrothal  Belonging 

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader

Invitation  Teaching Moments

Daemon Targaryen x Reader 

His Hightower Girl An Audience  I want it Another man’s wife Jealousy  ROCKSTARR -- Part 2 Nearly Caught Septa -- Part 2 Brat Mistress  Trapped Caught -- part 2  Female Daemon Wife to take

Tywin Lannister x Reader

Punishment&Pleasure  Soulmate -- Part 2

Viserys Targaryen x Reader

Reunion  His New Wife Brat Professor  I want you Kinky A helping hand Run,Run, Run away His to have

Criston Cole x Reader

Queen’s sister Shifting Alliance  Plaything Punishment 

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Breeding Taking what’s owed  Forced Betrothal   A rose trapped

Cersei Lannister x Reader

Sharing Rose Training 

Jace Velaryon x Reader

Training  The strong lioness

Mance Rayder x Reader

She-Wolf

Sandor Clegane x Reader

His Princess

AU

Slutty!Robyn 

[daenysthedreamer101]

Mood boards masterlist

Hello and welcome ☺✨💓

Here you will find all the fandoms I like and all the mood boards I made.

General Masterlist

ASOIAF (GOT & HOTD)

House Targaryen

Daenys the Dreamer

Aegon the Conqueror

Queen Visenya

Queen Rhaenys

Princess Rhaenyra

Queen Rhaenyra

Prince Daemon

Princess Rhaenys, the Queen Who Never Was

Baela and Rhaena Targaryen

Aegon II

Prince Aemond One-Eye

Princess Helaena

Prince Rhaegar

Prince Viserys

Daenerys Stormborn

How a Targaryen princess might style herself

Daenerys and her female ancestors

Daenerys and her male ancestors

Targaryens and their dragons

Daemon x Rhaenyra

Daenerys conquering KL

House Lannister

Cersei Lannister

Jaime Lannister

House Stark

Robb Stark

Sansa Stark

Arya Stark

Jon Snow

House Arryn

House Greyjoy

House Tyrell

Margaery Tyrell

House Martell

Prince Oberyn

House Baratheon

House Tully

Lady Catelyn

House Velaryon

Lord Corlys, the Sea Snake

Laena Velaryon

Laenor Velaryon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Lucerys Velaryon

Miscellaneous

Lady Ashara Dayne

HARRY POTTER

House Slytherin

POV: You're Draco's sister

House Ravenclaw

House Hufflepuff

House Gryffindor

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Vampires

Mystic Falls

Lexi

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Katherine Pierce

Katherine Pierce II

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Finn

Elijah

Klaus

Kol

Rebekah

Kassandra (OC)

POV: You're one of the Mikaelsons

Rebekah x Kassandra

Elijah x Kassandra

Klaus x Kassandra

Kol x Kassandra

Finn x Kassandra

Stefan x Elena

MARVEL/MCU

Loki

MISCELLANEOUS

POV: You're the wife of Michael Corleone

[anamazingangie]

'Cause I was filled with poison | Rhaenyra x Oberyn x Daemon

☀️ Rated E ☀️ 7k words ☀️ Part 1/2 ☀️ by AmazingAngie ☀️

Tags: Canon Divergence, no time travel, just me fucking with the timeline, just like oberyn is going to fuck rhaenyra

Summary:

Oberyn was famed for fucking half of Westeros—and Daemon was rumored to have fucked the rest.  They joked that together their cocks had conquered the entire Seven Kingdoms.  Rhaenyra had rolled her eyes—neither amused nor jealous by this statement, but rather indifferent to it. She knew of his reputation and thought it mattered little. Daemon had returned to her. He wanted her. He had married her.  And all would be well. No man, friend, or foe would change that—no matter how handsome.  Or: Bonded by their desire for flesh and blood, Oberyn Martell and Daemon Targaryen have a friendship that spans decades. And Rhaenyra has a problem.

'Cause I was filled with poison

but blessed with beauty and rage

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Rhaenyra knew of him long before she actually met him. 

Though she herself hadn’t met him, nearly everyone else in Rhaenyra’s acquaintance had.  

From what Rhaenyra understood, he was a memorable man.  Stories were still shared of his exploits in King’s Landing, despite them occurring nearly two decades ago. He was described as charismatic and suave, and very handsome. He was a skilled warrior, but hardly lacking smarts in matters beyond the battlefield. Men wanted to befriend him, and women wanted to bed him. 

She knew he had been nicknamed the Red Viper, in part for his use of poisoned knives—but also his poisoned tongue, which served as a platter for a famed temper that seemed not unlike her own. It was a testament to his charm—and perhaps his looks—that people forgot such faux paus in favor of fond memories. 

Her uncle spoke often of such memories. 

He told her that they met for the first time as boys who thought themselves men. They were trained to wield a sword, though not yet knighted for their abilities. They had all the appetites of someone twice their age, yet no wives to sire children upon. They lived in a strange in-between—a state where they were wholly free of responsibilities because of their age, yet held back by it. 

Perhaps the lack of purpose was what bonded them…or perhaps it was their mighty reputations, for both men were always eager to fight or fuck. A fact that made the Maester’s worry about the boy’s meeting, though none voiced it as there was no way to stop it. After all, Oberyrn was the bride's brother, as was Daemon the groom’s. 

Daemon knew why they worried. They were similar men, quick to anger, and always seeking a fight. If they found it in each other, it would lead to near immediate bloodshed—something they both thirsted for, too. But the Maester’s underestimated the men’s vanity—for they loved themselves so dearly that they found immediate fondness and admiration for the other in their similarities. 

By the time Oberyn left King’s Landing, he was a well known figure on Silk Street—always by the side of the Rogue Prince. Sometimes more than just that. Though they remained clothed in public their drunken affections hinted heavily at what they did in private rooms. 

Daemon never revealed the details of that to her. But he did recount a letter from Oberyn, in which he teased Daemon for having had, ‘Both a red dragon and a red viper,’ between his thighs, which implied at least some of the rumors of their relationship were true. 

Rhaenyra was more surprised by their friendship than their sexual relationship, to be true. For her uncle was hardly lacking partners of the latter variety—but he seemed to have few friends. People were always eager to follow him, he inspired them and encouraged loyalty, as seen with his Gold Cloaks. But he lacked people to inspire and encourage him. He lacked equals. It was rare that he had found such a thing, and he had found it  in Oberyn. 

Daemon shared excerpts of his own letters, too. A missive sent when hearing Oberyn’s squire and newest bedmate was named Daemon. 

‘I assume it is because of your love for me? You cannot bear to cry out another name in pleasure.’ 

Despite this, Rhaenyra knew when Daemon visited him in Dorne—almost two decades after their first meeting, he was far more interested in Oberyn’s daughters. He had written to Viserys, intentionally lewd for he knew it prompted his brother’s discomfort. 

‘It is the desert but I am far from parched, there are eight pretty wells to drink from inhabiting the same house.’ 

She knew the reference was to Oberyn’s daughters, though she assumed the statement was more to bother his brother than because it was true. Sums were not her best subject, but she found it unlikely the children Oberyn had sired were all old enough to be so desirable. 

Even still then, their reputations had only grown. Oberyn was famed for fucking half of Westeros, and Daemon was too. They joked that together their cocks had conquered the entire Seven Kingdoms. 

Rhaenyra had rolled her eyes when she heard that, saying— “As long as now your cock wishes only to conquer my cunt.” 

Daemon had nodded sagely, placating her with kisses and promises. She knew half the city—and everyone on her father’s council—thought her a fool. They thought she was binding herself to a man who would betray her, a man who wanted her crown and perhaps her body and little else. But she knew better. She knew Daemon. And perhaps more importantly, he knew her. 

They were bound by the blood of their family, though not just blood.  They had the same temper fueled by the flame of a dragon that flickering inside them. They had the same passion, the same need for attention and love that they never quite got enough of despite their titles and prince and princess. 

He had spent his life searching for such attention and love in others—using his cock as a cane to feel for it in his numerous partners. When the quality did not satisfy his desires, he tried for quantity. And perhaps it had satiated him for a time, but never so much so that  he stayed. Her father thought Daemon careless and flighty, unable to sit still or hold a seat for long. He thought his brother would never be satisfied by anything, but Rhaenyra was confident that she could satisfy him. 

For where Daemon had searched for fulfillment, validation, and love  in every corner of the kingdom, Rhaenyra was quite sure she had found hers the moment her infant form was placed in her uncle’s arms. 

She had been jealous of his exploits, that was true. She had been bitter over them, but still painfully aware that she was too young. She could not be all he needed when she was a child, for he needed a woman.

It was a pity that when she became such, he was in the Stepstones. 

The war ended soon after her sixteenth year, but Daemon had been badly injured. Viserys had passed her the parchment with a somber look on his face, for the victory hardly felt like such in the wake of his brother’s near death. 

The only solace was the ending statement, ‘he shall likely recover’. 

He did, though it was more than a year  before he returned to the Crownlands. His injuries were not fatal, but they were vast—he had the scars to prove it, and they were not entirely hidden even by the height of his collar. The burns had covered half his torso, leaving behind large swathes of puckered skin and web like scars. Any movement split the fragile flesh as it attempted to heal, and Daemon was hardly an obedient patient. 

It was not just the skin that was damaged, ribs had been broken and arrow wounds threatened to fester. Daemon jested about his state in letters, calling his skin as red and textured as that of Caraxes. But Rhaenyra knew the situation was heavier than his light tone suggested. And so her responses had been more serious, pleading for him to use his stubborn nature to get better and return to her. 

When he did, she found herself desperate to be close to him. She snuck through the tunnels and into his rooms, crawling beneath the blankets with him. He welcomed her, lifting the woolen cover with a smile and curling around her like he had when she was a child. But she was no longer one, and he said as much, his tone warning, “People would talk, if the princess was found in my bed. The council would not permit such rumors.” 

Rhaenyra hummed in agreement, “Do you fear your reputation? You may struggle to remarry, uncle, if they think  I’ve corrupted you.” 

He laughed into her hair, palms gently stroking her back. “Is it possible to corrupt someone who has already spoiled? But I fear not for that, but for you. I was thinking we may be forced to wed, to silence them.” 

Rhaenyra smiled, for he did not sound displeased by this fact. “If that were so, I would not be an unwilling bride.” 

.

She was most definitely not unwilling. For it was the next morning that she spoke with her father—making her intentions clear before him and his  council. He had permitted her to choose her husband and she had chosen Daemon.

“Please do not ask me to choose between him and you, father.” She begged. It wasn’t a choice she would struggle to make, but if forced upon her it would reveal a truth Viserys would struggle to hear. 

The room was silent for a moment, before finally Viserys gave a single nod in her direction. 

.

The wedding was scheduled to occur in ten months time—falling on the holy date of the seventh day of the seventh moon, just as the Golden Wedding of the Old King had. Viserys may not have been enthusiastic about the match, but he refused to have that known by his people. A celebration any less than that of his Uncle Aemon would be seen as a slight to his daughter, and he would not allow that. No—any disapproval he held, he would hold in private. 

Rhaenyra and Daemon did much the same—though their disapproval was with the months that loomed between them and their wedding date. Neither of them cared much for the faith of the seven, and the fact they had to wait to please gods they didn’t believe in was quite infuriating. 

Worse still, Daemon refused to have her until they were wed. He insisted it was not for lack of desire, but rather the fact he did not want there to be any question of the legitimacy of their match. 

She thought it sweet, in a way. Or she had at first. She grew inpatient quite quickly, even when Daemon tended to her with his fingers and mouth. She felt so wanton, so desperate for him to be inside her fully. They had grown so much closer in the weeks since he returned, they even took their meals together, conversing almost endlessly when other duties didn’t require them. It seemed only fair that in the evening, when the only sounds between them were moans and heavy breathing, that they be allowed to become as close as a man and woman could be. 

They found a compromise, or rather, Daemon did. 

Rhaenyra had been teasing, when she told him that she would marry him, ‘Naked with the sea as a witness and a piece of twine on her finger’

He had laughed, saying she was a liar and he knew her well enough to know she would not accept a ring made from anything less than the finest garnets. She huffed, but swore she meant the rest of it. He had kissed her—promising he would be happy with such a simple  union as that, too. 

She had not expected the words they exchanged that night to inspire him. But they did.

The official wedding date of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Prince Daemon Targaryen would be listed as something quite different on the records at Dragonstone. It was legitimate, at least under Valyrian tradition. And perhaps more importantly, it was legitimate to the pair partaking in it. 

They were dressed in simple robes, dipped in the red ink traders called dragonsblood. The pigment was carved from trees, rather than the beasts, but its color was the same. It showed respect to their ancestors, the ones who had died in battle and childbirth. And it invited ones who had not lived to see a wedding of their own to be a witness for this one. 

While the blood red robes symbolized death, the beads on Daemon’s palm symbolized life. The sip from the goblet was tradition for binding couples who were not so lucky to both be Targaryen—a way of sharing blood and inviting them under the sacred dragonwing of their family. 

The dragonglass against their lips was a sacrifice, a prayer to the gods for the sake of future life. The kiss that followed—the press of bloodstained lips, was said to protect all that would come from their combined union. 

It was not quite what she had spoken of, she was dressed, albeit simply. But they were by the sea. They had only the necessary witnesses. They had each other, and the taste of blood on their tongues, and shining bands of garnets and gold around their fingers. 

The rooms of Dragonstone were not prepared for guests, and so, after the witnesses and septon left, their robes were discarded where they stood. Their first coupling was mere feed from where they wed. The sea at her back, tufts of grass in her fists, and her uncle—her Daemon—her husband, below her. 

They didn’t return home that night—they watched the sunset, the stars, and each other. He had her beneath the moon, and again as the sun rose. They were greedy for each other's flesh, for what they had been denied. But when they did pause for breath, when Daemon briefly slept, Rhaenyra rose to her knees and admired Daemon in all his glory. 

She knew her uncle was handsome. Everyone knew he was handsome. But her regard for his looks was more than that. 

Rhaenyra was not ashamed of being attracted to him, she never had been. It was something she was wholly helpless to, since the very first moment she felt a spark of desire and knew enough to identify it as such. And so she did not think she would have been ashamed of feeling such things towards another man, either…but she hadn’t. 

Some men were handsome—but they weren’t Daemon. They were too tall or wide. Too thin or tan. Their hair was too straight, their beards too long. The eyes were too wide and brows too bushy. She might admit men with such traits were good looking, but they were not good looking enough compared to the man who had doted upon her since birth. 

Perhaps that was why she felt little jealousy about his exploits—if his feelings mirrored her own, there was no one else to compare to her. Maybe it was vain, to prop herself up, to think herself better than all others. But she knew she was beautiful, and beyond that, she knew she was a beautiful Targaryen. 

Dragons mated with dragons. And Targaryen’s married Targaryen’s. Why would they desire another when they could have their own blood? And now that he could have her, he’d done just that by returning to her. Marrying her. Mating with her. 

She stroked his jaw with the back of her hand, his flesh just as pale as her own. The color of ash, bone, and marble. He truly was like a statue, laying beside her with the moonlight catching on the tops of his cheekbones and drawing attention to the heavy lashes that rested upon them. They were a silvery color, just like the hair atop his head, and the hair—well, she blushed a bit at that, even though it was not a new discovery to her. 

She knew every part of him now. She’d felt every part. And there was not a single inch she disliked, not even the scars that spanned his chest. The patches were raised, and some shiny, Daemon had admitted to her that they itched sometimes—especially where the burns had been the worst. She drew her hand across those spots now, admiring the sheen of them in the silvery light of the moon. Her thumb brushed where his nipple should be, but where thick textured  flesh had taken its place thanks to his injuries. 

That didn’t matter to her, though. She couldn’t comprehend desiring something other than him. Nor someone. He was hers now, and in turn, she would be his. 

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Time passed quickly now that she knew the pleasures of a marital bed. It mattered little that it was a secret, in fact she found little mattered at all when she was with Daemon. She was near giddy, feeling almost childish with glee after they couples despite the fact each exploit only emphasized that she now lacked her status as maiden. 

The displeasure that seemed to emanate from her stepmother, Alicent, was easy to ignore with Daemon by her side. His presence even dulled the disappointment that Viserys directed towards her whenever they spent more than a passing moment together.

Things only improved further with the arrival of Laena, of close enough relation to stay in the Keep for the celebrations. She was perhaps Rhaenyra’s closest friend that would be attending, though Rhaenyra was fond of the woman’s brother Laenor, too. 

Daemon knew the pair even better than her, having spent time with the Velaryon’s when in exile, and when fighting in the Stepstones. But despite this, Rhaenra knew he was most eager for the Red Viper who would be stepping foot in the Crownlands for the first time since his sister's passing. 

Elia Martell had been the first wife to Viserys Targaryen. The marriage was an effort to unite their family with Dorne, though it had not resulted in the desired outcome. The pair were smitten with each other, Elia pleased that she was not marrying a brute or warrior. Viserys was unassuming in his teens, slim and fair and foreign to the dark haired girl who came from the desert. Their affection was obvious, though short lived.

Elia died seven months into their union. She was a small girl, and sickly from the start. She grew pregnant quickly —to the pair's delight, but she grew too quickly. The Maester’s feared she was carrying twins and her body was incapable of accommodating them. There was little to be done, as the pregnancy continued and Elia continued to grow weaker. 

The labor came early. The Maesters' predictions came true. 

One girl and one boy came from her womb, though neither would live long enough to take even a single breath of air. Elia followed them to the grave, and her body was burned on a pyre the next day. 

Oberyn had never forgiven Viserys. The fact he had also loved his sister was of little comfort when it was his spawn that had killed her. The fact he had only been informed of her death after her body was burned only made his temper hotter. The fact Viserys took another wife a mere ten months later, not even offering her a year of mourning, made him rage.

If ever a snake was capable of growing wings and becoming a dragon, Oberyn would have that day. It was a blessing he couldn’t for he would have grinned as flames rained down upon the land he deemed responsible for Elia’s death. 

The resentment towards Viserys was strong then, and persisted long after he became King. Oberyn had pointedly not attended the coronation. Nor his second wedding. Nor his third. He had not sent congratulations when Rhaenyra was born, nor condolences when Aemma died. 

It was a testament to his fondness of Daemon that he would attend the Prince’s wedding when he had been the first to decline an invitation to the King’s. 

Rhaenyra knew this story well, and of the feud, even if she knew little of Elia herself. Viserys had never spoken of her, at least not to Rhaenyra. She hadn’t even known he had been wed before Aemma, not until her mother died and the whispers of his brides being ‘doomed’ began. 

Unfortunately, Alicent seemed to have avoided such a fate. Three babes had come in quick succession after she married, and she swore she prayed everyday for another. Children were a women’s purpose in her faith, a claim that made Rhaenyra bite her tongue when she heard it recited.

Rhaenyra knew the woman had scarcely even visited the nursery until her children were out of infancy. Each child had their own attendant and tutor, and had been raised on the tit of a nurse until they were old enough to sit at the dinner table. 

She was not half the mother Aemma had been, even if she thought herself better simply because luck had allowed more of her offspring to live. 

Rhaenyra despised the woman, as did Daemon. And she was quite sure Oberyn would too, even if she had not met the man. 

Though this fact changed a mere few hours later. 

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She realized almost immediately when his name was announced and the doors parted that she had never heard his looks described beyond single words like, ‘handsome’ and ‘striking’. She assumed he had dark hair and eyes, with skin tanned  from the everpresent sun the people of Dorne lived under, though she wasn’t sure that had truly been confirmed by anyone's accounts. 

She knew now that her assumptions were not wrong exactly, just…highly inadequate. 

He was both handsome and striking. He had a piercing gaze, not dissimilar to Daemon’s despite the fact his eyes were so much darker. When he looked at her it felt intentional, done with little thought for her position or whether such a stare would be considered polite. It bothered her that despite this, she didn’t mind it. It queerly seemed to demand respect in her rather than sparking offense.

His hair was short, but thick. A pool of inky strands upon his head, with a neatly trimmed swathe of hair across his jaw. It emphasized the shape of his already angular features in a way that was quite extraordinary. It seemed to reflect what she knew of his reputation—it was as if the use of cutting words had sharpened every part of him, an outward warning of his deadliness. 

His skin was tanned, but not in the way of others. It was smooth, the only lines seeming to be formed by amused expressions rather than sun exposure. The quantity of such creases was similar to those on her uncle’s face—ones she had often traced with her fingers and tongue. 

She was not thinking, or rather she was not wondering if they would feel the same. She wasn’t. It was just interesting,  how his flesh lacked the unattractive leathery and spotted quality that she was accustomed to seeing on people with such a complexion.

He was well groomed, too. He likely took care of his skin and self  in the way her uncle did—a pridefulness over their looks that they enjoyed investing time into. 

But it was his form that truly caught her attention. It modeled red robes emblazoned with suns, outlined with golden threads and embellished with bright stones. The material was a thicker weave than what would be worn in Dorne, but the cut was the same—the neckline low enough to expose the column of his neck and the beginning of a toned chest. She found herself wondering what lay below the robes, something she had never considered apart from Daemon. She told herself it was not because she was attracted to the man, she was simply…curious. 

He was lithe—she doubted he had any less muscle than her uncle, it just clung to his form differently. She was used to seeing men who cared little about their form and had grown heavyset, like her father. Or men like those who formed their guards, men like Daemon, who had broad shoulders that all else tapered down from. 

But he was different. He moved with a grace perhaps not dissimilar from the slithering of a snake. It was enough to leave you intrigued, even before being introduced, and when you were…

She wondered after speaking with him  if this was how people felt about Daemon. She had long heard tales of how intimidating he was. How his looks and charm calmed dulled the threat of danger one could not avoid when conversing with him, but didn’t entirely remove it. 

She had been baffled by such descriptions—she knew Daemon was dangerous. She liked that, even. There was something special, knowing that he could overpower her in a fight—end her life in a moment with the blade at his hip, or more slowly with the unwavering pressure of his palms around his neck. The fact he could but didn’t made her feel powerful. Especially since she knew violence came easily to him. It made the fact he ignored such desires in her presence, no matter how much time they spent together, all the more extraordinary. 

This had always been the case. She had never felt anything less than safe with him. 

But she had known Daemon from the day of her birth. She knew Oberyn only from Daemon’s  word. 

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He…unsettled her. He looked at her like he wanted to swallow her whole. His smiles, his charms, his laugh was infectious in a way that drew you in. But there was an edge to every part of his being, something calculated behind every breath. She felt…not in tune with him, but rather exceedingly  aware of the fact he could strike at any moment. 

But it was…not unpleasant. In fact it was almost anticipatory? And that unsettled her too, for it was not a feeling she was used to having towards anyone or anything other than Daemon. It was a feeling she associated with Daemon. And perhaps that was why she was…confused. 

It was not helped by his actions towards her—he was flirting, that much she could tell. Daemon seemed amused by his attempts to win her affections, while Viserys looked about ready to burst. She knew her father had suffered enough from Daemon’s attention towards her, clearly the addition of Oberyn was too much for him to witness. 

It was almost too much for her to experience, too. 

When dinner came to an end, Viserys was the first to stand— needing to put space between the lustful snake that dared to coil around his precious daughter. Rhaenyra could use space herself, she thought. Even if he wasn’t coiled around her, wasn’t even touching her, there was something overwhelming about simply being seated beside him. . 

She excused herself, and while walking  towards her rooms  she was stopped by no fewer than four people—or rather, she was warned. For as much as people liked Oberyn, they disliked the thought of him with their princess. Their betrothed princess. They spoke out of fear for her, and fear for Daemon’s response. Neither of the men were known for harming women, despite their bloodthirsty inclinations, but they were certainly capable of harming each other. The tenuous relations with Dorne would hardly be helped by bloodshed between the prince’s. 

She nodded at each who approached, thanking them for their concern before continuing to her rooms. 

She did not stay in her rooms for long though—slipping on the garnet wedding band and swapping her silk dinner dress for a thin chemise before following the now familiar path to Daemon’s rooms. He was reclined on the bed when she entered, and she did not hesitate to seat herself on his lap. 

He seemed quite relaxed, greeting her with a lazy kiss while his hands played with the ends of her loose hair. It did not stay lazy for long, though. Soon they were flipped—and she was stripped of her minimal coverings. Daemon was being rough tonight, almost desperate, pressing fingers into her in quick succession before chasing them with his cock. She hissed at the stretch, nails digging into his biceps  before she breathed into the ache of it all.  She let her eyes fall shut and fell into his embrace, giving herself to him and letting him take her. 

She liked being more active in this act—riding him, or thrusting back against him. But sometimes she knew he needed something simple, needed to use her cunt like he would his palm as a sheath for his masculine desires. And truly, she liked that too. She liked being what he needed in that moment more than she liked her own pleasure—but, she knew her  pleasure would always follow it. She was too greedy to allow anything else. 

But for now, she was the ship and he was the sea, completely at the mercy of him and his desires. His thrusts were long and rough, forcing her whole body to rock against the bedsheets that served as the shore. It wasn’t entirely pleasant, and he wasn’t trying to make it so. For them this was a form of sustenance—depending on the taste, the circumstances and the place, how quickly you ate and what you ate varied drastically. It was not always sweet and enjoyable, with  a dozen courses eaten at a leisurely pace. Sometimes it was fast or filling, the purpose simply to be done with the act so you could carry on without the need for it being a distraction. 

Some women would likely find this lacking romance—the fact it was not always a want so much as a need. But Rhaenyra liked that even better, liked knowing that even when Daemon attempted to focus on a story or a scroll that had to be read before morning meetings, his cock stiffened with desire for her so great he simply had to have her before he could return to his work. 

Before he had returned Rhaenyra knew little of sex—she knew it could feel good, and she knew it could produce children. She thought that was its purpose between a man and woman—at least for two that were wed, you made love and you made heirs. 

She was not wrong, but Daemon soon showed her that there was a great deal more to it. It was fuelled not only by their feelings for each other, but their feelings in general. Each time was different, simply because they carried the day's moods with them—frustration from a council meeting making thrusts more forceful. An invigorating flight making them go at it fiercely and fast. A warm bath so relaxing they lay for hours with the weight of his length inside of her. 

It was not just their moods–some days the weight of her dresses made her shoulders ache, and it was a massage that led into something more carnal. Other days Daemon was still sweaty from patrol with his Gold Cloaks, his skin sticking to her back as he folded her over the nearest piece of furniture. He was spirited then, revved up from a fight and looking to end the night with the victory of spilling into her folds. 

She had learned that Daemon was a selfish lover—he cared for his desires more than her own, but one of his desires was her pleasure. She had begged him to stop once, as his tongue drew a half dozen orgasms from her, but he claimed that he was not satisfied yet, and pleaded for her to permit a little more. That was hardly a usual occurrence, but it showed how his own wants were the driving factor in fulfilling her own. Not that she minded—she had never left their bed unsatisfied—even when she left it feeling slightly sore. 

This night would be no exception. His cock pressed so deep it made her muscles cramp and body cringe in protest, but it was eased by the slight swell of his length—the pulsing sensation thrumming in her cunt as his spend was forced deeper inside her. 

After his cock slipped from her, his fingers took its place. There were three of them, curling and pressing as far as they could go, their path eased by her slick and his seed. It was messy, the squelching sound seeming more indecent than the moans they had shared a moment ago. But it was not a bother to her, clearly as she came a moment later. 

His fingers remained  inside her, still moving—they refused to still, even as she clenched and shook. They carried on stroking that place Daemon was so adept at finding, while his thumb pressed firmly against the bud he called her clit. It was not the most explosive of orgasms but it was blissful all the same, leaving her relaxed as she lay back against the pillows. 

She could almost fall asleep, she thought. Her eyes didn’t even open  when she felt Daemon shift on the mattress

But then, a velvety voice spoke—a voice that did not belong to Daemon. 

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“I knew she was not a maiden,” they proclaimed, sounding smug. 

Rhaenyra stiffened—it was a testament to how relaxed she was that she did not scream. She was  not sure if she was more surprised by the fact someone was in Daemon’s room or the fact Daemon didn’t seem to care. He didn’t even seem concerned!! 

She looked at her husband—a lazy smile on his face, his form leaning back against the bed's headboard. A blanket half covered his legs, but his cock and chest were fully on display. She scrambled then, realizing from seeing his nudity, that she herself was exposed. She had never been overly concerned about her state of undress in his room, since no servant or man would dare enter the Rogue Prince’s private quarters without providing a great deal of warning. 

It seemed Daemon’s preference for privacy waned in the presence of a snake. 

She blushed as she clutched the blanket to her chest, wondering if it even mattered now for he had obviously seen her form fully exposed. She didn’t like that. No man had seen her in such a way before, none but Daemon. 

She didn’t like that he and Daemon seemed to fall into the same categories in her mind, regarding matters of attraction and intimacy. Categories that had previously belonged to Daemon, and only Daemon. 

She didn’t like that Daemon clearly knew Oberyn was present before he spoke. She didn’t like not knowing what he had been present for.  She didn’t like that Oberyn had permission to enter Daemon’s rooms, something she thought was exclusive to her. 

She did not say any of this out loud. 

Instead, it was Daemon that spoke, while she chewed on her lip and willed her embarrassment to fade.

“She flushes like a maiden, though.” Were his words, which only made the heat in her cheeks bloom brighter. 

“Does she taste like a maiden?” Oberyn asked and she stiffened—she was ready to bite if he dared touch her, but it was Daemon he approached. She watched fingers wrap about her husband’s wrist, so very gentle—and then constricting, digging into the pale flesh harshly before he pulled it to his face. It was only then she realized his intention—the fact he had fixated on the hand of Daemon’s that had cupped her cunt but a moment ago. 

Though she had been avoiding looking at him, not wanting to acknowledge his presence and give him the satisfaction of attention. But she could not help but follow the movement, the way Daemon allowed it. And so, she watched. 

Oberyn released his firm grip on Daemon’s wrist, now cupping the hand of his friend between his own. He was almost reverent, stroking the lines of the pale palm—first with his tanned fingers, and then with his nose. 

His nose dragged against the thin flesh of her husband’s wrist, and she swore his lips made contact too. They certainly did when he began attending to the callused digits she was so familiar with. 

It would have been sensual no matter the circumstances, but with the context—with the fact those fingers had just been inside of her…well. It was something more. 

Oberyn had been focused on his task, giving little mind to the blonde’s beyond the hand he cradled in his palms. But suddenly his sooty lashes lifted from his cheeks  and his dark eyes met her own. It was purposeful, how he looked at her. The way he stared as he took Daemon’s finger between his lips, nipping at the tip of the digit and making its owner hiss. His tongue soothed the shallow indentation his teeth left, before he took the finger deeper between his lips, his eyes never leaving hers. 

He repeated this with each finger that had been inside her—and by the end Rhaenyra’s chest was heaving, and her cunt was leaking despite not even being touched. Oberyn, however, looked completely unbothered. Dropping Daemon’s palm back to the bed and smiling, “She tastes like one too!”  he said, his tone something close to gleeful. 

Rhaenyra cleared her throat, wanting to contribute something beyond leering to this…whatever it was. “I question your familiarity with such flavor, as I have not been such for several months.” She said, finally, not quite proudly but lacking any embarrassment. 

Oberyn looked almost thoughtful before speaking, “Hmm, perhaps it was muddled by the means it was served? The salver tainting what is best tasted from the source.” She swallowed, he was—gods.  “It is not infidelity if it is before you are wed, is it?” He asked, though it was not directed to either one of them in particular. 

It was Daemon who admitted it, “If so, you are too late—we have been wed for as many months as she has lacked her title of maiden.” 

Oberyn’s eyes narrowed in surprise–he was not aware of this, and he was aware of most things that occurred in his friend's life. Or at least, thinks of importance such as marriage. 

“It was a Valyrian ceremony on Dragonstone, its existence is between use, the septon, and a handful of witnesses.” Daemon said, not apologetically exactly, though tinged with something similar. Neither of them had been able to share that day’s memory with anyone but the other, at least until that moment. It was something they would not write word of, or speak of outside their rooms, for both posed too big a risk of it being revealed. 

“You do not think my honorable uncle would be capable of a deplorable act such as defiling a princess—his niece before her wedding day?” Rhaenyra said, now that the shock was fading, some of her humor was returning. 

Both men laughed, and Oberyn grinned—almost predatory, before launching into a story of her uncle in his youth. So handsome and charming the bride sought out his room on her wedding night before her husbands. 

She gaped at Daemon who almost looked embarrassed. “I’m reformed now,” he claimed. “I refused to take you until our union was recognized by the law.” He reminded her, which was true.

Her eyes narrowed at him all the same, and he continued his justifications, “I was young, it was decades ago.” 

“You were likely older than me, though?” Rhaenyra asked, and his stillness was confirmation enough of this fact. 

“If youth can forgive such indiscretions then perhaps your chambers will not be my first stop on our wedding day.” She said with a sniff. 

Daemon glared, showing his disapproval for her even jesting of such a thing. It was strange to her, how he was jealous of the suggestion of her approaching the door of another man—yet so unbothered by the blatant flirting and suggestion of sex that his own friend had offered. His friend who was still there, and in that moment laughing at her teasing comment. 

When silence came over the room once more, Oberyn broke it, “It cannot compare to the taste of a Targaryen, but perhaps we may share a different drink?” He asked, gesturing to the nondescript crate that served as a side table in the seating portion of Daemon’s chambers. Draped in an embroidered cloth and topped with a candelabra it was rarely disturbed, and Rhaenyra doubted many others knew it contained bottles of the Kingdom’s finest—and rarest—liquors. 

Daemon nodded agreeably, rising from his place, and taking the blanket with him—though, Rhaenyra noted, he still made little attempt to cover himself fully. Oberyn made a sly comment about feeling overdressed, “Perhaps put something on, before I feel obliged to take something off?” He teased, glancing in her direction and making it clear this request was for her comfort, rather than his own. She did not miss how he had looked admiringly at Daemon’s backside when he stood, and she doubted he was eager to see it covered. 

She swallowed, suddenly feeling young, and tired. And though she knew Daemon kept sweet wine in his rooms for her—ones thick enough they resembled syrup more than drink, she had little desire for it that night. Her tongue was already tied around Oberyn, she feared what may happen if it was loosened by drink. 

Daemon, now dressed in a robe, extended his hand to her—but she shook her head. “I wish to sleep, not drink.” She said decisively, so he knew not to even attempt to sway her.

 He nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead and stroking her cheek before asking, “Will you stay, at least?” 

She nodded, the room was big enough and dimly lit to begin with. She would not struggle to rest, as long as the men weren’t overly boisterous—which she doubted they would be. Daemon snuffed the light closest to her, kissing her again before tucking her in as  if she was a child. She giggled, squirming in the cocoon of covers though making no real effort to free herself from them. 

Sleep came easily—it always had for her, especially in Daemon’s rooms. The combination of smells she associated with him swirled in his chambers, embracing her even when Daemon had been gone for years. She knew that, for she had visited his rooms often in his absence. Though the scent had been far staler then, it had still comforted her. Just as it comforted her now—each inhale of her mouth against the linen sheet reminding her that he was with her. He was married to her. All would be well. No man, friend, or foe would change that—no matter how handsome. 

…

[tbc]

[starogeorgina]

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Posted WIP’s

Sweet viper Oberyn Martell x Baratheon OC (Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister daughter)

Heart of glass Helaena Targaryen x Targaryen OV

Twin flames Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen OC

My beautiful nightmare Daemon Targaryen x Hightower OC

Killer queen Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen OC

Unbroken Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen OC, minor Daemon Targaryen

Bride of fire Jacaerys Velaryon, Aegon ii Targaryen x OC

Violent delights Jacaerys Velaryon x Velaryon OC

Eye of the dragon Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen OC

Kepa Daemon Targaryen, Harwin Strong, Criston Cole x Targaryen OC

White knight Criston Cole x Velaryon OC

Broken Bonds Harwin Strong x Targaryen OC

Children of the dragon Aegon ii Targaryen x sister reader, minor Aemond Targaryen × sister OC

Up and coming WIP’s

Past lives Jon Snow x sister reader

Alone together Jon snow x Greyjoy reader

Sweet torture Rhaenyra Targaryen x sister reader

Three ghosts Jacaerys Velaryon x Lannister reader, minor Aegon ii, Aemond Targaryen reader x Lannister reader

Dragons blood scream AU Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen reader

Innocence Criston Cole, Aegon ii Targaryen x Targaryen reader

Echoes in the night werewolf AU Aegon ii Targaryen x Velaryon reader

My sweet lady Aegon ii Targaryen x reader (Viserys Targaryen bastard daughter)

Unnamed modern AU Aegon ii Targaryen x Velaryon reader

The fourth dragon Aegon i, Visenya, Rhaenys Targaryen x sister reader

Unnamed Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen x Stark reader

Unnamed Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen x sister/niece reader

Unnamed Alicent Hightower, Criston Cole x Targaryen reader

Fire & ice Jacaerys Velaryon, Cregan stark x Velaryon reader

Souls Lucerys Velaryon x Targaryen reader

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Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Here it is some of my future projects and chapters for my current series.

Holy and Heathen - 5 (I am hers and she is mine.)

Breath of Flame

The Rogue Princess

A dragon amongst vipers.

A lady for a Queen

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[martellspear]

will I actually write it? I don't know but let's see

— one shots x evermore

1. willow - undecided

2. champagne problems - robb x rhaenys

3. gold rush - undecided

4. 'tis the damn season - rhaenyra x alicent

5. tolerate it - rhaegar x elia

6. no body, no crime - vengeful! ashara dayne x rhaegar | or | rhea's royce sibling x daemon

7. happiness - rhaegar x elia

8. dorothea - jon x sansa [the ship has been on the tl NONSTOP, i'm starting to give in]

9. coney island - rhaegar x elia

10. ivy - rhaenyra x alicent

11. cowboy like me - robb x rhaenys

12. long story short - undecided

13. marjorie - rhaenys x oberyn

14. closure - rhaenyra x alicent

15. evermore - rhaegar x elia

16. right where you left me - oberyn

17. it's time to go - undecided

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GAME OF THRONES / HOUSE OF THE DRAGON / ASOIAF

Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Jon Snow, Sandor Clegane, Oberyn Martell, Stannis Baratheon, Daenerys Targaryen, Cersei Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Tywin Lannister, Sansa Stark, Robb Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Ned Stark, Robert Baratheon, Jorah Mormont, Asha/Yara Greyjoy, Brienne of Tarth, Benjen Stark, Euron Greyjoy, Beric Dondarrion, Daemon Targaryen, Harwin Strong, Aemond Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, Cregan Stark

Jaime x Brienne, Sansa x Theon, Jon x Daenerys, Jon x Sansa, Stannis x Davos, Robb x Theon, Jon x Satin, Ned x Robert, Robert x Lyanna, Cersei x Oberyn, Tyrion x Oberyn, Jaime x Oberyn, Sansa x Margaery, Daenerys x Asha/Yara, Daenerys x Jorah, Daenerys x Euron, Stannis x Davos, Melisandre x Stannis, Rhaenyra x Daemon, Rhaenyra x Harwin, Rhaenyra x Alicent, Daemon x Laena, Jaecerys x Cregan

STAR WARS

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Han Solo, Din Djarin, Boba Fett, Shin Hati, Darth Maul

Han x Leia, Han x Lando, Anakin x Padme, Obi-Wan x Satine, Obi-Wan x Darth Maul, Obi-Wan x Cody, Finn x Poe, Din x Luke, Din x Cobb Vanth, Shin Hati x Sabine

ATTACK ON TITAN

Eren Yeager, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Porco Galliard

Erwin x Levi, Jean x Marco, Eren x Mikasa, Mikasa x Annie, Eren x Reiner, Reiner x Jean, Eren x Jean, Mikasa x Jean, Pieck x Porco, Reiner x Porco

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Yuji Itadori, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Maki Zenin, Nobara Kugisaki, Mahito, Choso, Yuta Okkotsu, Shiu Kong

Gojo x Geto, Sukuna x Megumi, Yuji x Megumi, Nanami x Haibara, Maki x Yuta, Mahito x Geto

MORTAL KOMBAT 1

Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Liu Kang, Kitana, Bi-Han

Johnny x Kenshi, Liu Kang x Kitana

COBRA KAI / THE KARATE KID

Johnny Lawrence (y/a), Daniel LaRusso (y/a), Miguel Diaz, Eli Moskowitz/Hawk, Tory Nichols, Sam LaRusso, Terry Silver

Johnny x Daniel (y/a), Miguel x Sam, Miguel x Tory, Tory x Robby, Miguel x Robby, Eli/Hawk x Moon, Kreese x Terry (y/a)

HARRY POTTER

Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Cedric, James (y/a), Sirius (y/a), Remus (y/a), Albus (y), Lucius (y/a), Barty

Harry x Draco, Ron x Hermione, Sirius x Remus (y/a), Harry x Cedric

MARVEL COMICS / MCU

Frank Castle, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Loki, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker (any version), Felicia Hardy, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Gamora, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, T’Challa, Victor Von Doom, Erik Lehnsherr, Matt Murdock, Elektra, Maria Hill, Reed Richards, Johnny Storm, Susan Storm, Ben Grimm

Tony x Bruce, Loki x Mobius, Sam x Bucky, Tony x Bucky, Bucky x Natasha, Natasha x Yelena (non mcu), Yelena x Kate, Peter x Gamora, Scott x Hope, Frank x Matt, Frank x Karen, Victor x Tony, Victor x Reed, Victor x Stephen, Reed x Susan

DC COMICS / DCEU

Bruce Wayne (any version), Selina Kyle, John Constantine, Diana

Bruce x Selina, Bruce x Harvey Dent, John x Zatanna, John x Bruce, Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz, Harley Quinn x Diana

OTHERS

Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders), John Shelby (Peaky Blinders), Ragnar Lothbrock (Vikings), Joe Goldberg (You), Joe Goldberg x Rhys Montrose (You), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), Rust Cohle (True Detective), Kai Anderson (AHS), Tate Langdon (AHS), Tate Langdon x Violet Harmon (AHS), James March (AHS), Lalo Salamanca x Nacho Varga (Breaking Bad), Billy Butcher (The Boys), Soldier Boy (The Boys)

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Request Masterlist

Hello! I would love to start accepting requests to get my creativity rolling again. Below will be list of characters that I am willing to write for and how you may submit a request. Also, if you are looking for a certain character that isn't on my list, then feel free to ask if I would write for them. I ask that you be patient with me as well as I am one person who is currently in college. I will do my best to get the requests out in a timely manner! Below are my personal pros and cons:

Pros(What I will write):

-Angst and fluff

-Some mature content ( with mature content please ask if I would be comfortable with writing it before assuming I'd write it.)

-Alternate Realities of canon universes

-character deaths

Cons(What I will NOT write)

-Non-con elements(Such as R*pe, Necrophilia, etc.)

-Incest(There will be an exception for House of The Dragon and Game of Thrones and that is it.)

-Pedophilia

How to Request:

-Submit a message through an ask or through my inbox, whichever you are comfortable with.

-Include what character you would like it to be for, and a brief description of the fic. I will do my best to write exactly what you're asking for, but please remember not everyone has the exact same brain waves.

-Also include if you would like it to include angst, fluff, mature, etc.

-If you would like the reader to be from a specific family or house, please include that.

Characters I will write for

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON:

- Rhaenyra Targaryen

- Daemon Targaryen

- Aemond Targaryen

- Helaena Targaryen

- Rhaenys II Targaryen

- Jacaerys Velaryon

- Laenor Velaryon (x Male!Reader)

- Laena Velaryon

GAME OF THRONES:

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Robb Stark

- Sansa Stark

- Bran Stark

- Jojeen Reed

- Theon Greyjoy

- Yara Greyjoy

- Oberyn Martell

The Sandman:

- Morpheus

- Desire

- Death

- The Corinthian

- Calliope

Marauders:

- James Potter

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

- Lily Evans

- Marlene Mckinnon

- Regulus Black

Harry Potter:

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Bill Weasley

- Cedric Diggory

- Draco Malfoy

- Adrian Pucey

-Blaise Zabini

- Pansy Parkinson

The Hobbit/The Lord Of The Rings:

- Legolas

- Aragorn

- Thranduil

- Kili

- Fili

- Tauriel

ACOTAR:

- Azriel

- Cassian

- Rhysand

- Nesta

- Lucien

- Amren

Spider-man:

- Andrew Garfield's Spider-man

- Tobey Maguire's Spider-man

- Tom Holland's Spider-man

- Tasm! Gwen Stacy

- Harry Osborne

- Cindy Moon

MARVEL:

- Loki Laufeyson

- Bucky Barnes

- Sam Wilson

- Yelena

- Shuri

- Doctor Strange

-Druig

-Makkari

- ( quite a few more, feel free to ask)

Twilight

-Carlisle Cullen

-Jasper Hale

-Rosalie Hale

-Alice Cullen

-Paul Lahote

-Jared Cameron

-Garrett(Lee Pace)

Teen Wolf:

-Isaac Lahey

-Derek Hale

-Young Peter Hale

-Stiles Stilinski

The Last Kingdom:

-Sihtric

-Finan

-Osferth

DCU:

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

-Damian Wayne( Platonic only)

-Smallville! Clark Kent

-Smallville! Lex Luthor

Stranger Things:

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley

- I would be willing to write platonic/found family fics including the gang, such as Max, Lucas, etc. Nothing other than that as they are children.

Bill Skarsgård Characters:

-Roman Godfrey(Hemlock Grove)

- Marquis Vincent de Gramont(John Wick)

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W.I.D

The following content does not limit the type of requests I accept. If there is a topic or character that is not listed, but you wish to have included feel free to ask! If I’m ever uncomfortable with something I will simply deny the request.

Note :: I do not write character x character unless the reader is included as well. Poly, threesomes, etc are all welcomed in that regard!

WRITING

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Yandere

Violence

Dub-Con

Non-Con

Polyamory

Incest (obv it’s asoiaf)

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

CHARACTERS

Game of Thrones

Brienne of Tarth

Cersei Lannister

Daenerys Targaryen

Euron Greyjoy

Gendry Baratheon

Grey Worm

Jaime Lannister

Jon Snow

Margaery Tyrell

Missandei

Oberyn Martell

Petyr Baelish

Podrick Payne

Roose Bolton

Sandor Clegane

Sansa Stark

Stannis Baratheon

Theon Greyjoy

Tormund Giantsbane

Tyrion Lannister

Tywin Lannister

House of Dragon

Aegon II Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Cregan Stark

Daemon Targaryen

Erryk Cargyll

Harwin Strong

Helaena Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Larys Strong

Otto Hightower

Rhaenyra Targaryen

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bts x game of thrones

my personal headcanon (idek if i'm using that word right) for how bts would think of game of thrones. i think none of them watched it so this is more within the context of "would/if they watch it in the future". disclaimer: my opinion, but this is so open for discussion! a quick little post in honor of the house of the dragon finale!

would they watch game of thrones?

namjoon: yes

seokjin: yes

yoongi: yes

hobi: yes

jimin: no

taehyung: no

jungkook: ONLY if his friend/partner loved the show and wanted to show it to him and watch it with him. otherwise no.

would they also watch hotd:

namjoon: yes

seokjin: maybe once s1 is over

yoongi: no

hobi: no

jungkook: maybe once s1 is over

who would their favorite got characters be:

namjoon: tyrion + jon

seokjin: tormund + tyrion

yoongi: tyrion + jamie

hobi: daenerys + jon 

jungkook: arya + daenerys (maybe jon too!)

taehyung & jimin (if they watched): sansa + daenerys

bts bias of different got/hotd characters

jon snow: jin + hobi

robb stark: namjoon

sansa stark: jimin

arya stark: jungkook

daenerys: jungkook + yoongi

tyrion: jin + namjoon

cersei: would be an anti

jamie: jin

sam: namjoon

margaery: taehyung + jimin

tormund: namjoon + jin

missandei: namjoon

daario: jungkook

rhaenyra: yoongi

daemon: hobi + yoongi

alicent: taehyung

viserys i : namjoon

got x bts moments:

jungkook

ned’s death & the red wedding would traumatize jungkook. you’d be secretly recording him, his jaw would drop and he would just get so upset “YOU KNEW?! AND YOU LET ME GET ATTACHED TO THIS SHOW?! THATS WHY YOU ACTED WEIRD BEFORE TONIGHT’S EPISODE!!!!” (may have begun writing a fic of this because i can't control myself... coming soooon!!!)

he'll pout and be so upset about it

jungkook will buy a tiny iron throne figure for his apartment and he’ll let different action figures sit on it (istg i wrote this then realized i did this in the past my fucking soulmate)

jungkook would be loyal to house stark

he’d freak out when he finds out maisie williams is an army + a jungkook bias!

would be impressed by all the guys’ beards in the show and he’ll try to grow out his facial hair for a couple of days or he'll just say that it's very very cool but not something he'd do

might seriously consider a fencing lesson because he thinks the sword fighting is cool too (if he has a sort of spear/sword toy at home, he’ll recreate the movements, especially oberyn’s)

would LOVE the theme song

and would also imitate the night king's hand raise

daenerys would 100% bias jungkook imo because he's not only so physically active and capable, but he's also incredibly clever AND would be devoted to her! idk he has a link to daario, but better of course

hobi

hobi would love it but he’d think the violence and gore is excessive

he wouldn’t mind it, he just thinks it’s a bit much. 

hobi would look away but he’d freeze during joffrey’s death

he'll go "i need a drink"

daemon would bias hobi because arson and jack in the box is just so his vibe.... hobi would be SHOOK if someone told him this connection though (& i don't think he'll like it >.< sorry hobi i just see it)

jin

jin would be a very casual watcher. he’d be into it but wouldn’t look up much about the show or the books. if he has a question he’ll either just wing it & continue in the hopes that he understands later on or he’ll text a friend (*cough cough, text me jin*)

he'd be such a casual watcher that he might accidentally skip an episode then try to connect the dots himself

could actually see him enjoying the battle episodes

most popular member among the got characters - i just think that so many of the characters would love to joke around and go drinking with jin, he'd free them from the constraints and dreariness in their everyday lives

yoongi

in another universe i could see yoongi being someone who listened to the audiobooks

but i think he’d be a casual watcher, mostly, but he’d remember very specific and weird details that most people would have neglected  

but he’d watch a youtube video of something if he feels like he’s lost on something or the lore - he wouldn’t finish said video though

yoongi wouldn’t be very reactive while watching, even during the shocking bits, but i can see him letting out a little disapproving “….wow” at cersei blowing up the sept 

favorite scene: “tell cersei, i want her to know it was me”

rhaenyra would bias yoongi because he's just so chill while also being a badass, minds his own business, and is incredibly clever - i could see them working well together

namjoon

namjoon would love tyrion so, so much, he’ll use one of tyrion’s quotes as an instagram caption 100% 

or a picture of his dog moni with a direwolf/stark related caption like “my very own dire wolf”

namjoon would get AFFECTED by the show like he’ll spend time pondering over morality and what he’d do if he were in a character’s position, considering the characters' povs, link it to the real world.....

namjoon would especially be mad as fuck at how jamie’s arc ended, i think

his favorite scene would be tyrion’s trial

would be so so into the show that he’d avoid consuming content about the show like the plague in case he accidentally comes across a spoiler

i don't think he'd hate the ending....

idk i'm so so SO curious to know namjoon's thoughts on the show i feel like i could be way off on his reactions

bonus / more than one member:

jungkook, hobi, and namjoon would be obsessed with the dragons

but namjoon and jungkook would be as equally obsessed with the direwolves

i said jungkook would love the theme song, but i think namjoon would too. If he hears jungkook singing the theme song, he’ll join in 

jin and hobi could develop crushes on emilia clarke

as i said i don’t see tae watching the show, but i think he’ll see one or two scenes somehow & that’ll stick in his mind - im guessing the scene of daenerys getting the unsullied 

i think sansa will definitely bias jimin because of how kindhearted and sweet he is and how that's just a part of his nature, he'll remind sansa of the good in the world <3

if any of the members were to post something got-related (like namjoon’s direwolf post i mentioned), taehyung would “respond” by posting a picture of yeontan with the caption “tan, the real king” 

expect user uarmyhope to comment with "LORD STARK" a bunch of fire, snow, dragon, wolf, crown emojis - on both thv and rkive’s posts

the way they’d all go ?????? at ed sheeran’s cameo - hobi would burst out laughing and post it on his insta stories with the caption “hey buddy!”