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[aphroditelovesu]

May I request a yandere alphabet with Daemon Targaryen?

❝ 🐉 — lady l: It was my first time writing a yandere alphabet so I hope it's ok. Forgive me for any mistakes and I hope you like it! ❤️

❝tw: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, kidnapping, mention of death, punishments and murder.

❝🐉pairing: yandere!daemon targaryen x gender neutral!reader.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Daemon shows his love and affection for his darling through gifts and touches. He's not exactly romantic but he has his moments.

He likes to present you with everything that he finds interesting and that may be of interest to you. It's the most common way for him to show his love, besides touches like a hug, kiss on the forehead or holding your hand.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Very messy. Daemon has no scruples when it comes to his darling. He will make a huge mess, bodies lying on the street, blood staining everything. Daemon will kill, disembowel, and torture anyone for you.

All for you. He will not feel any kind of remorse.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Daemon won't exactly be cruel to you because he cares and loves you in his own way. If he gets to the point where he needs to kidnap you, he will try to be as patient as possible.

But patience is not his strong point, so there may be times when he will be cruel. Yelling at you, squeezing your neck and demanding you stop acting like a spoiled child. It's moments like these that he shows his monstrous side.

He may mock you by imitating your voice as a form of mockery, degrading you further.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Daemon would never force himself on his darling, he would never do something like that. He's a monster, he knows that, but not that kind of monster. He can force you to stay close to him, hugging you and even kissing you hard, but it will never go beyond that.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Daemon doesn't like being vulnerable and hates appearing weak, so he won't show his heart to his darling much.

There are times when he will be softer and a little vulnerable, but nothing that makes him too uncomfortable, except when he is drunk or needy. In these moments, Daemon will grab you and tell you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would find it amusing. Seeing you think you can against him is fun for Daemon. So sweet and so naive. As if you could win against a Targaryen.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Daemon considers it a game in which he knows he will win in the end. You are the prize he will win at any cost.

He will love watching you try to escape him. Seeing your efforts go in vain, the way you get frustrated when he takes you every time. Adorable.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The worst thing you could try to do is cheat on him. Daemon will not accept this at all and when he gets his hands on you, you will regret having crossed him.

He can and will physically hurt you. He won't go to the extreme of torturing you, but Daemon will leave marks on your body to remind you that you should never do something like that again. Dietary restrictions and even beatings are among the things he will do.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Daemon sees himself in a pleasant future with you. With him being King and you at his side, whether as his wife, lover or Hand. He can't see his future without you.

And if he can have children with you, he will.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Daemon feels very jealous. And he's not subtle about it at all. His gaze is hard and anyone can sense the imminent danger that comes with that feeling.

He takes out his jealousy in the worst way: on you or on others. Depending on the situation, Daemon will leave you full of possessive marks or scattered corpses behind.

He has no problem killing anyone who made him jealous. Was that guard very nice to you? He will die. Was that prostitute giving you looks? Her body was found in poor condition.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Daemon likes to take you flying with him in Caraxes, going to bars and parties by his side. Always keeping a close eye on you when you are in public, of course.

He's not afraid or embarrassed to show how he feels about you in public and will deal with anyone who says anything about it afterwards.

Daemon tries to be the most compassionate towards you, he doesn't want you to hate him, so he tries to be kind and caring towards you.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Daemon is definitely not subtle about his intentions with you. He will send gifts, touch you in public and stay by your side. He has no problem showing how he feels about you.

He may try a more subtle approach at first but it won't last. He will make his intentions very clear. Daemon doesn't have the patience to woo you properly.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

No. Daemon has always been this way, reckless, violent and cruel and that has never changed. Everyone already knows the prince and Dameon has never tried to hide who he is.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Daemon can be very cruel with his punishments. He can restrict you from certain needs, such as your food to more superficial things. He has no problem taking it from you, after all, he was the one who gave you such privileges.

In more extreme cases, Daemon can physically harm you, even leaving scars on your body. It all depends on how naughty you were.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Daemon will not take away your rights unless he thinks you deserve it. If you are good and obedient, he won't need to do something like that.

But if you're not? Daemon will take everything he can from you. Your family, your friends, your basic rights, everything. Until the only thing you have left is him.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Daemon is not an example of patience but he tries for you. He tries his best to be patient with you because he knows it's necessary, that you're scared.

But Daemon can easily lose his temper if you do something he doesn't like or that bothers him. You will have to walk on eggshells around him.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you died, Daemon would enter a deep state of grief and sadness. He will become more bitter and cruel than ever, anyone could become the target of the pain he feels for losing you. The countless deaths he caused were a result of losing you. He would never be able to get over your death.

If you escaped or left? No, no. Daemon would burn the world down behind you. He would do anything to find you and he would find you. He has a dragon and he knows his brother would support him in this. It's only a matter of time before he has you in his arms again.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No. Daemon wouldn't feel guilty about taking you because you're his and there's nothing wrong with taking what's rightfully yours. And he would never let you go, beg and cry all you want, you will never get rid of him.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Daemon isn't sure what brought out this side of him, maybe he was always like this. But what may have been what brought out his obsessive side was the affection, the love you gave him. You saw him and he loved it.

He found himself wanting more and more of this attention, this love, and he wasn't willing to share it with anyone else.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Daemon feels bad seeing you cry because he hates seeing your beautiful face stained by tears, especially if he was the one who caused them. But he won't actually do anything to fix it. But he will comfort you, pull you into a hug and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

He hates it when you yell and if you yell at him, Daemon will put an end to it quickly. Pushing you against a wall and squeezing your throat usually does the trick.

If you try to isolate yourself, he won't let you. You won't stay away from him under any circumstances. You'll have to get used to his presence or things won't end so well for you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Burn alive your enemies and/or people who have harmed you in some way as a form of retaliation. And feed them to his dragon.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Daemon has no apparent weaknesses and he won't even leave them exposed for you to use against him, he's not stupid. But if he trusts you enough, you can use that against him.

Once trust is established, Daemon will be more tolerant of you going out alone, or at the very least with just one guard and not an entire armada, and perhaps letting you wander around his house alone.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes. Daemon doesn't want to hurt you physically, but he will if he sees fit. He will have no problem inflicting pain on you, but don't worry, he will take care of you later.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Daemon would rather be adored than worship but he adores you in his own way. He worships your body, your mind and how sharp you are. These are qualities that he adores in you.

But you will be put on a pedestal once you accept your role in his life.

Oh, he would go to any lengths to win you. He would compete for your attention in jousts, battles, and any other way to get your attention without having to resort to kidnapping. Something he will do if he sees no other alternative.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It doesn't take long for him to snap.

Daemon is not patient and he wants you, so he will have you. He may try to win you the traditional way but since that doesn't give the results he wants, Daemon will bring you to him. He will take you.

Maybe a few weeks at most.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes, but not intentionally.

Daemon doesn't want you to be a puppet, a marionette that he will control. He wants to see a fire in your eyes, he likes it when you fight him and if he breaks you he won't have that anymore.

But he can do it accidentally. And Daemon will try everything to bring you back.

He doesn't like it when you're broken, it's not fun for him.

[ladyempty]

Yan! Maegor Targaryen x Wife!Reader

° | !English is not my first language!|

° | This is a yandere work and may contain triggering behavior. I'm not in favor of that in real life. |

You were certainly a cursed woman for arousing the almost immediate interest of the cruel king after his bloodthirsty ascension to the throne.

Maegor already had three wives at that time, two wives he liked and one he despised with increasing hatred.

But you were different, it was an overwhelming feeling that caught you off guard in the first contacts.

There was something fascinating to the king in his every little gesture and movement. Her so easily adorable personality and impeccable looks.

So this was love? This flame that burns without being seen? That feeling he despised when bards sang softly on banquettes and celebrations, and now it had taken over his body.

Already convinced of the strength of his feelings, the king did not delay in a proper court, he thought he had already made his obvious interest clear. The king's way of showing interest was something... Peculiar... Certainly constantly chasing you, ordering guards to follow you and always so fixedly analyzing your slightest movement, it wasn't the most gallant way.

In any case, the engagement was not long in consideration, with Maegor coldly threatening you father:

"I will have your hand beheaded or I will have your daughter's hand in marriage" His tone was as cold as the blade of his sword held firmly at his hip.

The wedding was only in Valerian traditions, the king's warm crimson blood mingling with his own and the taste of copper on his lips.

Maegor would never stoop to marrying in the faith of the seven. An action that only caused more chaos and anger from the religious.

The wedding night was certainly not a fairy tale. The king was focused on creating an heir and finally freely exploring his body. His touches were rough, strong and not at all gentle.

You better not consider moontea...

As a husband, Maegor is not the kindest. His displays of affection are not delicate and he does not demonstrate his love through words at all.

But compared to his treatment of other people, he is much softer on you.

He will still punish you if you disobey his numerous and strict rules.

Jealous and possessive are an understatement to describe feelings and behavior. You are His in every aspect of the word. Your body and soul belong to him and him alone. And not even his other wives have the right to take their You attention away from him. Your world should revolve around him the same way his world revolves around you.

Maegor is simply crazy about you, he loves you in a way he's never loved anyone else, even if it was in a distorted way, he doesn't want anyone to get close to you, touch you or even breathe and look in your direction. Anyone who approaches you will regret it bitterly when the blade of your sword pierces the person's neck without mercy.

He admired strength... But you couldn't get hurt, he liked your bravery, but there is no way he will allow you to get hurt. Never.

Maegor will not change your reason if you don't trust him. He will even think you are smart. For a while. After your patience runs out, he will simply demand your complete trust in him.

"I am your lord husband, who is more deserving of your trust than me?"

And things only got worse after Alys's deformed stillbirth...

Tyanna's whispers in her ear about infidelity and the child being nothing more than a bastard only served to increase her paranoia. The mere thought of you cheating on him was enough to make him simply lose his mind.

He imprisoned you in your private chambers, no one was allowed to enter unless authorized by the king. Guards guarded the door to his quarters.

Then, in an act of desperation, Maegor took three wives at once. But all three had deformed stillbirths just like Alys… Tyanna had lied and the king simply didn't know what else to do. He was desperate for the first time in his life.

But like a ray of light... Were you pregnant? For the first time in almost decades... Maegor smiled widely.

[yanderes-galore]

Hello! May I please request 9, 15, and 20 prompts by for an-ambivalent Aegon II Targaryen, thank you! :)

Omg, you're giving me an excuse to write pathetic Aegon II? Of course I will. For context, you two are both married. I'd break him. Let's be honest, this is more self-indulgent than yandere... and I am not guilty.

There's two ways I could've done this. This version... and Aegon having a mental breakdown the moment you try to leave him. So maybe, as I don't want to scrap this one, I'll make two versions in the future :) The second option is more yandere so I may write both sometime later. This is submissive Aegon, the other one would be more dominant Aegon.

Prompts Here

Version B

Yandere Aegon II Targaryen Prompts 9, 15, 20 (Version A)

"I will never let you leave me."

"Submit yourself wholly and only to me."

"You are the reason I live."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Desperate/Pathetic Aegon, Mature themes, Mentioned intimacy, Kissing, Controlling behavior, Implied dominant darling, Soft yandere, Dubious relationship.

Aegon was not really known for being devoted to anyone. Many knew him as a hedonistic prince and king, plus if you asked The Blacks they'd say he was a usurper to the Iron Throne. Not many saw him as responsible or dedicated.

While Aegon did in fact sleep around due to his hedonistic desires, there was only one person who truly held his heart. Aegon may be able to pull whoever he wants when he wants... but there's only one he always returns to. It was as though they had him on a tight lead...

That person was you, his spouse, the one he truly loved most.

All it took was your sweet words and touch to send him to his knees. It was almost amusing. He's a king, one meant to rule all the realms, and yet you're capable of making him dependent on you. Everything from your smile to your taste was enough to drive the king into addiction.

Aegon couldn't bear the thought of living without you, his precious spouse. In private. he clings to you like some neglected child. Perhaps that is due to him actually being neglected in his childhood.

With you, Aegon felt genuine love... genuine connection... and he'd never share it with another soul. You two were bound by marriage. Even though he knew you could never leave him, that you wouldn't, he still feared the thought.

You could read him like a book, the man was a mess when it came to you in private. Like now, you sat with him in your shared bed. The king held you close like he'd lose you if he didn't... who knows what the public would think if they saw him now.

"I love you..." He whispers softly, leaning in as you cup his face with a smile. Even if he goes off on hedonistic trips... you're still the only one who can make him feel vulnerable. He used to hate such a feeling... but now it feels... comforting.

"You are the reason I live." Aegon whispers the words in a desperate tone, leaning close and kissing your lips. The king huffs in annoyance when you pull away, a grin on your face. In response he cups your cheeks to kiss you again.

For the most part, your relationship was mutual. You originally did not enjoy being married to the king. He was a hedonistic brat, one who felt entitled to anything he wishes.

However... with time... you adapted to such a role...

Allowing you to make him crave you... and give you the control you yearned for.

"Can you... promise me something...?" Aegon whispers once pulling away, eyes glimmering in desire when he looks at you. You look at him and hold his chin.

"Yes, my husband?" You whisper in his ear, seeing the king shudder at your breath.

"I want you to submit yourself wholly and only to me." Aegon whispers, pulling you closer. "I want you to promise you won't run, to promise you won't abandon your king."

You can see desperation glint in his eyes. His gaze is dark, pondering the idea of you indeed leaving him. Despite this... you manage to distract him once again with a kiss on the forehead.

"Then I promise." You whisper back. You knew the dark desires your husband had. You knew he would level villages if it meant keeping you beside him. You liked that power... so you'd use the king regardless of if you loved him or not.

"Really?" He asks you, appearing to wonder if you genuinely loved him.

"Of course, Aegon." You answer, nuzzling yourself into his chest.

Aegon goes quiet for a moment, looking at you before smiling softly. The dark glint is still in his eyes but you knew that was just how he was. Aegon was always possessive of what was his.

"Good..." The king hums, flipping you so you are under him. "Because I will never let you leave me."

You merely nod and hold the king close, allowing him to melt into your arms. The idea of bringing a king to his knees makes you... pleased.

You liked the feeling of control... you both even got what you wanted...

He wanted you... and you wanted power.

[meraxesmoon]

Of Dragons and Oaths

Chapter Three: The Iron Throne

Chapter Summary: Being the first child and only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, Aemma Velaryon has to navigate being her mother's heir while also protecting her brothers and herself from the rumors of being bastards, as well as being a wife and mother.

part one | part two | part three | part four

     Lying in bed with Aegon, Aemma can feel the dread rising up in her stomach. Aegon was bare, and while he was being quiet, she knew he wasn't asleep. He'd been that way since her family arrived in Kings Landing and had hardly had a reaction to his father's death. His wife, on the other hand, was devastated. She had been close with her grandfather, and they had a sort of bond over missing Rhaenyra and Aemma's brothers. Viserys' death had hit her hard, but she had closed herself off about it. "We should get ready, Aegon," she whispers. The morning was still quite early, the sky outside still dark. "My mother will be crowned queen in mere hours." she immediately felt herself still as Aegon gripped her body. His cool fingers are wrapped around the flesh of her arm as he tries to stop her from moving. 

"... we should leave this place, wife," Aegon says, his voice unusually calm as he stares at her. He had this dark look in his eyes as he pulled her closer, resting his head on her chest. "She wishes to annul our marriage; you heard her that night. I do not wish to lose you, or our son." Aegon sounded desperate now, holding her down on the bed with his weight. His worry was not unwarranted, Aemma knew that. Her mother had been furious that night on Driftmark. Rhaenyra hadn't wanted Aemma to marry her half-brother, even the young princess knew that. "My mother was angry, Aegon, but I do not believe that she will do such a thing to us. She seems calmer now, and I think she realizes that we are happy." she tries her best to comfort him, but it's for naught. "She would have married you to your brother, you know this," Aegon seethes, his eyes teary as he leans up in their shared bed. 

"Aegon-" "I am not the husband that you deserve, and Rhaenyra knows that she always has. Once she is queen, she will annul our marriage," he's desperately trying to get this through his wife's head, but she refuses to listen. "I remember, Aegon. Her fury was something vicious, but that was years ago, and we have a son together now, I do not believe my mother could dissolve our marriage even if she wanted to," she takes a deep breath before taking Aegon's face into her hands, her lips pressing against his own tenderly. "I would not allow it, Husband." 

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The throne room was filled with people, Aemma and the rest of the royal family standing just below the steps walking towards that cursed chair. Aemma had arrived with Aegon following behind her, all of them dressed accordingly. The princess rarely wore her house colors, and this was hardly a conscious choice. She usually wore mazarine gowns to match her dragon, with the occasional purple dress in her wardrobe. However, her mother was being crowned queen today, so she wore black. The velveteen fabric was sweet against her skin, and she reveled in seeing her younger brothers wearing the same color. Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey stood with Daemon, who stood menacingly at the steps awaiting Rhaenyra's entrance to the throne room. 

"Good Sister," Aemond greets her, standing by Helaena and his mother. She nods at him, a slight smile on her face. The former queen had a worried look on her face, and Aemma couldn't help but feel the same way. She knew that her mother and Alicent had their fair share of issues, but she hoped they would be able to work through them now that her mother would be ruling. They seemed to find some semblance of peace during that fated dinner, and that was a good sign, she thought. Laenor had been left in the nursery with Althea, and Aemma yearns to be with her son. 

Seeing her mother walk toward the throne and being crowned had brought her such satisfaction, despite the sadness in her heart from losing her beloved grandfather. She did not doubt that her mother would be a good queen. The peace of the crowning ceremony was so refreshing, causing her nerves to calm. Grabbing Aegon's hand, Aemma smiles as Queen Rhaenyra sits on the Iron Throne, as she was always meant to do. This was a good thing. 

The peace, their family, and perhaps the rebuilding of Rhaenyra and Alicent's old friendship. 

They all sit for dinner once again that night, Aemma's mood light as she embraces her family in a way she hadn't been able to in years. There was no tension this time, and everyone had a smile on their face. She was so happy that she didn't see Aegon and her mother sharing looks across the table. Helaena and Jacaerys were talking with the new heir, Jace discussing who she thinks their mother's hand would be. "I suspect it may be grandsire Corlys, but I cannot say for sure," she smiled at her younger brother as he took a drink of whatever he had in his cup. The older sister's mindset was starting to come out because she almost knocked the alcohol out of his hand. "Or perhaps it will be her Grace, Alicent." she looks towards the auburn-haired woman, and Helaena claps her hands happily. "You would make a fine hand, though the decision lays with my mother, of course." 

Alicent smiles, fiddling with her necklace as she gazes at Aemma. "That's kind of you to say, my dear, but I think now would be a good time to relax finally," she laughs, genuinely, which wasn't something she did very often. "I have more time to spend with my grandson, now that Rhaenyra is queen." Alicent looks happy, and this surprises Rhaenyra, her eyebrows raising as Otto sends his daughter a look. "I do not worry that you will do a fine job as queen, Rhaenyra," she said, raising her goblet to a toast, one Aemma eagerly joined in on. The princess was never an avid drinker. 'A consequence of being married to Aegon' as Aemond often said, but tonight she had drunk quite a bit. The honied wine in her cup had been refilled several times that night, and she was intoxicated. 

Aegon, on the other hand, was incredibly sober. 

By the end of the night, Helaena and Aemma ended up drunk together, looking for spiders and crying about how lonely their dragons must be.

"Aeg, Aeg, I want to see Laenor!" Aemma grabs onto her husband's arm, begging him to see their son. He laughs hysterically, which he had been doing ever since she'd started to get drunk. He'd never really seen her like that before, not even on their wedding night. Her drink of choice was not usually alcoholic. "I do not think that is wise, love," Aegon says after his stomach starts to hurt from laughing. "It wouldn't be appropriate for our son to see you like this, I'm afraid." "Ah. You're right... I should go to bed..." She rises from her seat, still holding onto Aegon's arm as she gathers her bearings. "I'll take her, I'll be retiring myself," Alicent says, wrapping an arm around Aemma's shoulder, leading the drunk princess towards the large wooden door. 

Aegon stayed at the table for a little while longer, downing a goblet of wine as Rhaenyra rose from her seat. Just as he starts to get up to leave, Rhaenyra clears her throat before addressing him. 

"You have my thanks, Aegon," she says, her violet eyes taking his form in. His silence is a testament to his confusion, and she sighs before raising her cup to him. "Thank you, all of you, for taking care of my daughter. I know that I said things that night on Driftmark, but I believe that you are a faithful and good husband to her." 

For the first time in three days, Aegon can feel himself relaxed. 

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"That happened? I hardly remember," Aemma had her head propped up against the headboard as Aegon laid his head on her lap. He nods his head, pressing his wife's hand to his bare chest as they rest in bed together. Aegon knew that his wife had a low tolerance for alcohol since she never drank, so he had requested that they not be bothered until later in the day. 

"I'm glad," she says, happily smiling as she holds Aegon. "Our families are coming together, and that is a good sign, I believe." Their marriage had been one of the advantages. They had been children, but Aegon loved her dearly. Sometimes, he doubted that she loved him in the same capacity, Aemma's yearning for peace in their family may have overshadowed any distaste she had for him. For Aegon, their marriage had saved him, it had been a miracle of sorts. For Aemma, it had meant her being separated from her parents and brothers. 

There was a clear difference, even Aegon knew that. 

Their son was something Aegon had to do, he had to have a child before his father died, or his marriage to his wife would be annulled by her mother. Aegon knew this to be true, Rhaenyra had said it herself that night on Driftmark. Aegon had barely caught her words, as he was too busy reeling from everything that had happened. His brother had lost an eye, he'd gotten physically and verbally attacked, and he had been betrothed to the girl he'd been infatuated with for years. He had just heard something being shouted by his half-sister as he looked at Aemma, shivering in the corner like a leaf close to her younger brothers. 

"When I succeed my father, I will annul that marriage as my first act of being queen!" 

Rhaenyra was now exiling Larys Strong from Kings Landing. 'For the murder of Lyonel and Harwin Strong six years prior', she had said. This was not a farfetched claim, either, as Aegon had learned. Someone had discovered Larys' misdeeds and reported them to the new queen last night before she retired to bed. 

"Aegon... I feel I may be with child again," Aemma says this quietly as she runs fingers through his messy hair. He freezes, his violet eyes wide as he shoots up from her lap. "What?" It had been three years since Laenor had been born, and his fourth name day was arriving, Aegon shouldn't have been so surprised. 

He was utterly insatiable when it came to his wife. 

"I should have it confirmed by a maester... but I know my body," she mumbles this out as she starts to look at Aegon with worried eyes. He was good with Laenor, even if he wasn't the perfect father, and she was thankful for that. However, she knew that Aegon had never wanted children of his own. He had agreed to have their first son when he learned of how dreadful his father's sickness had become, and something about that irked Aemma's soul. 

But... he loved Laenor all the same, giving her hope. 

Little Laenor would be happy to have a younger sibling, though, Aemma knew this. 

"If you were not so insatiable this would not be a problem, Valzȳrys," she says, trying to lighten his mood. Aegon collapses into the bed once more, shoving his face on his pillow as he groans. "I am not fond of sharing you." She can hear him mumble this into his pillow, and she chokes out a laugh. 

"I know~"

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Over the next several weeks, what they thought had become obvious. The slight swell of Aemma's tummy made it clear that she was carrying her second child. With Laenor, Aemma found herself comfortable and the birthing had been surprisingly easy. He had come quickly, Aemma's labors only lasting a few hours at best. She had thought that her second pregnancy would be the same, but she had been sorely mistaken. The nights were the worst, her child seemed to be restless already. Night terrors plagued Aemma as she would toss and turn, only being awoken when Aegon would shake her awake, panicked by her motions and scared noises. As her term continued, things only got worse, and she began to wander during the night rather than sleep. 

Needless to say, Aemma was exhausted. 

"The houses gathering against you have asked the Martell's for assistance, we hear," Aemma shuffles uncomfortably in her seat at the small council, hands folded in front of her as she listened to what Alicent was saying. She had taken the place as an advisor following Rhaenyra being crowned. "Which houses would that be?" the queen questions, sipping at a goblet of wine as she spares a glance at her daughter. "Lannister, Strong, Wylde, along with several smaller houses, Your Grace." Alicent hands a small piece of parchment to Ser Cole so he can hand it to Rhaenyra. "They are moving most of their forces across the Narrow Sea as we speak, launching an attack now would do more harm than good." "What do you suppose we do, then?" Daemon asks, his eyes narrowed and violent. "We cannot allow a rebellion to break out, not after decades of peace." 

"Everything my grandfather worked to build would be destroyed... however, we should wait," Aemma looks towards her stepfather. "We have the support of almost all of the major houses, along with dragons, we have the upper hand either way." 

"Staying our hand would be wise, I agree," the former queen says, looking towards Rhaenyra for any sort of reaction she may have had. "It is better to try diplomacy first, for the sake of the realm." 

The meeting had been adjourned, and Aemma had to ask Ser Cole for help to stand. 

"Are you alright, princess?" he asks, holding her steady as the rest of the council bound out of the room, eager to return to whatever they had been doing. Aemma feels the exhaustion and dizziness overtake her for a few seconds before she's able to gather herself. "I'm fine, Ser Criston, thank you." Aemma's fingers tremble around his arm, obviously still very dizzy as she spares a look towards her mother and the King Consort. Both Targaryen's were looking towards Aemma as she leaned on the knight, who had sworn himself to her after he had been released from Alicent's service. "Could you help me to my room? I feel a bit faint..." 

"Aemma, mayhap you should see a maester..." Daemon says, his eyes narrowed as Rhaenyra walks toward her daughter. "You've been sick like this for the last week, it's worrying me," Rhaenyra approaches, and Ser Cole removes himself, distancing himself from the queen and princess. "I'm fine, just a bit tired. The babe has been restless, I just need sleep." 

Aemma bids her mother goodbye before taking Cole's arm once again. 

The walk toward the room she shared with Aegon was slow, yet he behaved patiently. Ser Cole made sure she was fine leaning against the wall before he opened the large door that led into her room. "Princess, do you need help with anything else? I can have one of the servants fetch you some tea if you'd like?" Aemma, with the help of Cole, rests on the large comfy chair near her balcony, and she nods her head. 

The worried look on his face burns in Aemma's mind, and she places a hand on her swollen belly as she takes in a deep breath. 

This babe was not going to come easily. 

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

Plot: Baela needs some stress relieving before the battle, and who's best than her sweet older sister?

Cw: lovesick!Baela Targaryen x reader, top!Baela x sub!reader, could be Blackfyre!reader but this is not really canon so who cares, smut, fingering, grinding, your usual unhinged medieval sexuality, incest, targcest could be read as internalized homophobia but not really, dirty talk, virginity loss, Baela's POV at first, then reader's POV

Notes: This is not really canon, or important in the Dragon Jaws/Blackfyre series, it's just a little treat

Baela and Y/N were in a tent after a session with the generals of the black army, they discussed the strategy for combat tomorrow. It was late, probably later than it was prudent, after all, no warrior with half a brain would go into war without proper rest; but it was not easy to fall asleep with so much in mind.

The sisters shared a tent, both as a security measure, and one of emotional need. They had spent their whole lives together, missing each other terribly when apart. They would exchange letters and travel on dragonback into the arms of one another, though the tent was missing Rhaena, their other sister, they accepted this gracefully, as it was to keep her safe.

They slept on a big bed (as much as it could be called a bed), usually ending up tangled in the other's embrace. For Baela, it was hard. She was in love with her sister, she desired her. It had evolved throughout the years, but she was sure she loved her sisters from the moment she was able to love. During puberty this feeling grew, it enveloped her, and now, as an adult, it was irresistible. For one, she was grateful she was born a woman, she could shower and dress with her without any shame, stare at her bosom, her perky nipples, her hips, her back, so soft and ready to be marked. She remembered this time during her younger years, where with the excuse of curiosity, she asked her older sister about her developing body, Baela standing naked before her, with her only in her undergarments, both getting ready for bed after swimming on the sea.

"I just can't know if they will get like yours, can you look at me?" She timidly asked. Y/N just caressed her curly hair, and said "It's normal, they look normal. They just might be small, that's lovely too" she said, innocent to the hormone-filled train of thought Baela was conjuring. Y/N topped it off with words that would be repeated over and over in Baela's head for years to come: "You can't tell anyone this, but you and Rhaena are the most beautiful Targaryens to have ever lived" they laughed and Baela felt butterflies erupt in response to her gentleness.

And now, Baela can't sleep thinking about that, she wants her, if not now, when? When will they ever find a better place and time to have each other? Probably many more, Baela thinks, however, what matters is that after years of simmering, her lust has come to a boil.

"Y/N" she calls

"Ahem?" She responds, sleep filled voice

"Have you thought about the end of the war?" She asks, snuggling her body close to hers, Baela is hugging her from behind, the bed feels warm

"I guess we all have"

"I'm fighting like a man" Baela stated "But once the war ends, I won't have the power of a man"

"I think we all want the power of a lord. Lord Baelon, how does that sound? I think it has a nice ring to it" said the oldest "How about me? How would my name sound as a lord?"

"Hmm... I'd like you to remain a lady" Y/N made a curious noise at Baela's words, and then noticed her hand going lower, from the side of her chest, to her waist. "That way... You would be lord Baelon's wife, keep the blood of the dragon pure" her hand hands reached for the buttons in her nightgown. "I would share you with Rhaena" she stopped to think of a fitting name for her sister "Lord Rhaegar, that would be nice... But she can be a lady too, what matters is that I'll have both of you"

Y/N aids Baela with the unbuttoning of her blouse, guiding her hand to her bare skin "I'm not liking it too much, you are cocky, I would like to marry a gentle lord" she says that, but she's undressing for Baela. "Remain a lady, for me, sister, I do not need more"

"I do" Baela says, flipping you on your back, looking deeply into your eyes from above, her hair tickles your shoulders as they fall like a cascade

She closes the distance and kisses you like a starved animal, like a dragon. She's fire, so are you. You devour each other, you grab her curls to trap her, she moans when she feels your nails massage her scalp. You break the kiss to gasp for air, Bae looks dizzy and lovestruck, all of her bold attitude is now gone.

Her hands touch your sides softly, and you nod so she can go ahead. Her palms are soft, but there's an undeniable roughness thanks to the dragon reins she holds onto.

Baela kisses your neck, by this point, your torso is bare, you get goosebumps from the cold air around you. She kisses all the way down to your navel, your underpants are tied with baby blue ribbons, and Baela softly tugs them down.

"It's not enough" she whispers in your ear as she exposes your cunt

You softly sigh as her slender fingers play with your folds, gathering the slick and rubbing your clit with it. She keeps kissing you, and teasing your hole with her finger, not quite fucking you with it. You enjoy it until you don't, and start shamelessly grinding against her, you get a little louder, whining "Lady Baela" and biting your lip in hopes of seducing her. She can't resist, and slowly inserts only her ring finger, slowly pumping in and out of you.

Soon the pace quickens, but you both agree is not enough, and Baela is shivering with the desire to be touched too. Mid-making out, she asks you to sit up.

"I have an idea, just-" she undresses too, with your eager help she lays down, resting her head on the pillow, now naked. She motions you to sit on top of her. You slowly lower yourself with Baela guiding your hips to where she wants them to be, both of you giggle with the tender awkwardness of both your cluelessness.

Your pulsing cunt comes to grind on top of her, you experimentally move, and are rewarded with a a breathy moan from Baela. You build your pace, wiggling your hips and riding her pussy, you start slow, feeling her clit and folds rub with yours, at first it's too intense, and your eyes get wet with tears from pleasure. But then it's not enough, and you ride her like it's the last thing you'll do, it gets difficult to hide your moans, but you think anyone would know what's happening, based on the wet clapping sounds of skin of skin.

It gets slippery with slick, and your hips get tired, but Baela's voice demanding more is just too intoxicating. You come and collapse on top of her, but she's still rolling her hips and sucking on your neck, you plead for mercy, but she's as ruthless in bed as in the battlefield, so after you momentarily stop, she bites you. "Did I say you could stop?" You are in fact tired, but just listening to her commands has you clenching, so your lower body gets a mind of its own and keeps moving to satisfy your sister. You know that you would probably see the sun arise before Baela had her fill of you.

...

"Y/N" she calls, this time she doesn't wait for an answer, as she knows you're awake "You will not marry anyone, you'll wait for me"

You get a little sad, you know that you can never marry Baela, and don't know exactly what she means "Yet you will marry Jace" you say, maybe a little too hurt

"I will" Baela makes you look at her in the eyes, as she promises you this "But I will make him take you as a wife too, you will not marry until that happens" she's tender, but you are aware she's being dead serious. Jacaerys taking a second wife? A bastard one at that? It sounds too fantastic, and you would like to live in that fantasy, but your mind will not let you.

"Trust me, Y/N."

"I don't think many would accept it"

"Then I suppose Moondancer will have grow fat from too many nobles"

[venus-maneater]

2 new releases!

I want to spend more time into one of these this week while I still have time to tweek some plot points soo

a. savage daughter I prologue

obsessed au!

fem! child! reader x platonic! yan!dad daemon targaryen, yan! house targaryen

synopsis. Daemon Targaryen discovers a hidden jewel in the slums of King’s Landing after she’s brave enough to steal from him.

b. bastard queen | prologue

obsessed au!

fem! viserys bastard daughter! reader x yan! alicent hightower / criston cole, platonic yan!sister rhaenyra targaryen, yan! house targaryen

synopsis. Viserys’ “forgotten” bastard daughter returns from the East to take his life, throne, and family.

[ladydostoevsky]

When will the next part to your yandere Targaryen series come out? It is way too good I love itttt

I had the third part published for a while but I hated it. It was rushed and very badly written. I wasn’t proud of it so I deleted it. Right now, I have to sadly say that there will be no next part. I hope you understand. But maybe in the near future I will consider continuing it

[missglaskin]

Hiii I’m glad your back and I just wanted to share a thought I’ve been thinking about yan!mom!aemma and gremlin!reader i feel aemma would be those type of moms that ignores every wrong thing their kid has done wrong for example

Maid watching after reader: “you grace Y/N has painted all over the library and drew faces all over the book covers.”

Yan!mom!Aemma: “Awww my baby wants to be an artist.” (or) “They were just expressing their creativity weren’t you baby.” (Or) “My sweet baby is just cranky from not taking their 2nd afternoon nap let’s go.”

And if we’re talking about dragon onesiereader Now aemma is turning every which way to justify what reader does for example reader could literally burn the red keep down and Aemma would insist that her darling baby wouldn’t ever do such a thing or They are just expressing their inner dragon .

I feel like aemma would have a ‘talk’ with reader about certain things (I say ‘talk’ because it’s not one it’s just her babing reader or giving them treats or gifts.)

(That was it)

Due to their already royal upbringing, the reader is guaranteed to be spoiled, but with Viserys and Aemma around, they’ll be spoiled rotten. While Aemma tries to scold the reader, at the sight of the puppy eyes and god forbid, a single tear coming out, Aemma melts into cooing and cuddling the reader, forgetting any intended lectures. Unlike Viserys, who remains blissfully ignorant and dismisses the claims as mere ‘exaggerations’, while Aemma is well aware, but has every excuse. 

Even the most stern of septas find their patience tested when the reader opts for scribbling in books rather than learning. Complaints to the queens will be brushed aside, with Aemma asking to see the reader’s doodlings, praising her for such an imagination. Even when the castle walls become the reader’s canvas, Aemma will let it be preserved if the reader cries of her drawings be erased, leaving court members to hold their tongues in the face of scribbled faces. 

Aemma loves giving the reader her afternoon naps, it’s their time to bond, cradling and reading them stories until they fall asleep. Despite the septas’ advice against it, but at the end of the day, it’s the handmaidens and servants who bear the brunt of the reader’s nocturnal activities.

[madame-fear]

question based on this previous poll.

for the yandere/dark!jacaerys x reader fic based on the song tear you apart by she wants revenge, would you guys prefer to read a modern setting, or keep it medieval times like HOTD is? personally, modern fits better but your wish is my command, you guys 💘

[leisures-writes]

hi, just opened my request box and changed fandoms i write for!! req box is open and i’ll be writing my atsv x reader fanfics as i’m on break from school and work (for a bit)!!

[lovelybrooke]

With the hotd season 2 announcement, if anyone would like to send requests in please feel free.

[aphroditelovesu]

The Shadow of the Golden Dragon

⤷ summary: You have always been an avid reader and your greatest passion was delving into the pages of "A Song of Ice and Fire" by George R.R. Martin. You knew every character, every twist and every detail of the Seven Kingdoms as if they were part of your own life. But what you never imagined is that an unexpected encounter with a mysterious antique book seller would change your life forever.

When leafing through a special copy of the series that you didn't already have in your collection, you are enveloped by a strange energy and, suddenly, you find yourself transported to Westeros, the world you loved so much in the books. Disoriented and in disbelief, you realize that you are no longer in the comfort of your room, but rather in a place where political intrigue is real, war is imminent, and magic is more than ancient legends.

Faced with this new and dangerous environment, you need to find a way to survive and, perhaps, discover if there is a deeper reason for your presence there. You find yourself in the middle of epic battles, treacherous alliances and dark secrets that you never imagined while devouring the pages of the books. And as you adapt to this cruel and fascinating world, you realize that your presence can have consequences that go far beyond your literary fantasies. Especially when the characters you loved so much start to become very attached to you.

⤷ genre: yandere/dark!au.

⤷ pairing: yandere!got/hotd/asoiaf x gender neutral!reader.

⤷ warnings: Modern!Reader, obsessive and possessive behavior, yandere themes, death, murder, betrayal, war and torture, probably more to be add.

Chapters

⤷...

Tag list

⤷ @your-favorite-god, @alwayszealousdetective, @missbeeentertainment, @danyzta, @hangmanscoming, @unr0tt3n, @liannafae, @moose-squirrel-asstiel, @christinahk, @magdalenacarmila, @066775, @itslucieen, @faerykingdom.

⤷ theme song: centuries - fall out boy.

⤷ lady l: I thought about it for some time and finally decided to do it. This story is based on the concepts of Modern!Reader and may contain some elements of it. I'll post the prologue soon, but I wanted to leave the masterlist here.

If you want to be tagged for future updates, comment on this post or send me a DM. I sincerely hope that you like and give love to this story because I'm working on it even though I'm very tired. See you soon! ❤️

[ladyempty]

Hello dear! Can you do daemons reaction to his darling being set to be viserys (his brothers) new wife?

° | This is a yandere work and may contain triggering behavior. I'm not in favor of that in real life. |

For Daemon it was a mix of troubled emotions. Anger, sadness and the bitter taste of betrayal. As soon as the news reached his ears, an uncontrolled rage took possession of his body.

How could Viserys do this to him? Such a lack of consideration? Was he punishing him so cruelly for the recent trouble he's been causing?

It just wasn't fair. If anyone should be her husband, it was him. Your weak brother could never love you with the same intensity that Daemon did or satisfy you like Daemon could.

Fuck all that, the Targaryen prince didn't think twice or give himself more time to stew in his anger before leaving for King's Landing with Caraxes, his anger only increasing with every minute that was wasted by the trip.

The ground shook as the great red beast, older than many who inhabited the fortress, landed in the dragon pit. The caretakers looked at each other for a moment before they stepped back slightly, the beast seemed to share the same agitation and fury as its rider, seeming ready to devour anyone.

Daemon's footsteps were strong and hurried, eyes furious enough to drive anyone out of his way. He didn't wait or ask for it to be announced before entering his brother's private quarters, a dark aura surrounding his figure.

"How could you do that? Aemma's body was barely cooled before you tried to deflower our sister." The prince exclaimed through clenched teeth, fists clenching tightly at his sides, daggers being met by his gaze.

Viserys turned his head quickly to meet his brother's gaze. He was bewildered, almost letting the small dragon sculpture that was carefully carved fall to the ground.

"What are you talking about, Daemon?" He had harshness in her speech, Aemma had always been and always will be a sensitive subject and dangerous territory when it came to the Targaryen king.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about'' He mocked in an accusatory tone, entering further into the room. Viserys's eyebrows furrowed, causing a wrinkle of concern to appear. A tired sigh escapes her lips as he stands up from her seat, facing her younger brother.

"Daemon, it is only the right thing to do. It is my duty and our sister's duty. She must marry and I must marry again." The Targaryen prince gave no room for his older brother's calm words to enter his ears. His mind was well coated with stubbornness and the bitter feeling of betrayal.

"So that's why you denied her to me, for your own selfishness?" Viserys looks slightly offended by the other's words.

"Selfish? I just do my best to keep the kingdom safe and the stability of our home. If anyone is selfish in all of this, it's you, Daemon. Always neglecting your duty in favor of your personal pleasures." Daemon hated that tone, that disappointed father tone that Viserys always used to scold him as if he were still a child doing childish mischief. His jaw clenched, biting the inside of his mouth to keep from saying something that would strike a nerve with the king.

"Marry her to me. I promise to follow what is expected of me as a prince if you agree to give her to me." With the lack of immediate response he continues. "When I support you above anyone else in your claim to the throne, you said I could choose anything as a reward. Give it to me.That will be my reward.”

"If you had asked this sooner, it might have been considered, Daemon." The response was like a cold bande. He expected his brother's refusal, but a small part of him hoped for the best.

"I do everything for you, I've never been anything but loyal to the crown and you but this is how I'm rewarded? Even damn Otto is more respected by you than me."

"Enough, Daemon, keep Otto away from this conversation... It's already decided. Conversation over."

Daemon did not respond, nor stubbornly denied, nor did he agree in submission. He just studied the king for long seconds that stretched into what felt like hours before quickly turning on his heel, the door being slammed shut.

Well, Daemon always got what he wanted in the end. Especially when it was the love of his life that was included in it. He would get what he wanted one way or another. The king cannot accept the already deflowered bride…

[yanderes-galore]

Here's the second version of the Aegon prompts since I had two different ideas. This one is a more dominant Aegon and more yandere. Even in this one I didn't get the vibe I wanted to with these prompts... but oh well I guess.

Version A

Yandere Aegon II Targaryen Prompts 9, 15, 20 (Version B)

"I will never let you leave me."

"Submit yourself wholly and only to me."

"You are the reason I live."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Dominant Aegon, Politics, Desperate Aegon, Forced kissing, Slight intimacy, Slight violence but he only pushes you a bit, Angst, Forced relationship.

"What do you think you're doing?" The king asks as you freeze in place. You were the soon-to-be spouse of King Aegon II, one many pitied as the king often went and slept with other people. However... you didn't mind that.

Mostly because you didn't love him.

No, you were someone who was loyal to The Blacks. While you originally provided emotional aid to the king when he was a prince, you always were a supporter of Queen Rhaenyra. Such thoughts were actually what drove you to try and run...

Only for Aegon to catch you in the act of packing.

"I was looking for something, my king... I just wanted to go outside-" Aegon cuts you off, settling himself behind you as he holds your waist and puts his head in your neck.

"Do not lie to me." The king seethes, glaring at you with a dark gaze. "You're trying to leave me, aren't you?"

You see his gaze flash to a sad one when you don't respond. However... soon after his gaze flashes to anger and the king grabs your hand. You yelp as he pulls you close to him, sitting you on the bed of his chambers.

"I will never let you leave me." The king growls, a dark promise as he stands in front of you. He cups your face, eyes softening for just a moment before he leans closer. "You're mine to conquer... Mine to love... You are the reason I live."

Aegon kisses you, you can feel the hunger in his lips before he pulls away. He's scanning your gaze, looking for any sign of disobedience. He seems to see straight through you... even he wasn't blind to your actual allegiance.

"Don't tell me you'd really abandon me..." Aegon whispers, hurt in his eyes. When you still don't answer him, you swear he's going to cry. "You know I can't live without you, don't you?"

The silence seems to be his breaking point as Aegon snaps at your lack of truthful response.

"You're such a traitor..." Aegon growls. You shake against him and he laughs. It seems he'd have to teach you where your allegiance should lie. "S-Surely you want to make it up to me, don't you, love?"

You feel yourself forced onto the floor. Your knees and hands meet with cold stone as Aegon pulls your head up by your chin. His grin and gaze are dark... that of a determined yet desperate ruler of the Iron Throne.

He sees you shake and shiver, eyes full of fear. The sight makes Aegon hesitate but he continues. After all... you're the one who broke his heart. You're the one who needs to pay.

"I want you to promise me this..." Aegon growls, but you can hear the emotion in his tone. He's scared to lose you... he wants proof you won't... and if you want another chance at escape then you should listen.

"Promise you what?" You ask in a soft tone, flinching when Aegon comes closer. His grip around your chin is still tight... a silent warning.

"Promise to submit yourself wholly and only to me." Aegon answers, his voice wavering for a moment. "Promise me you'll be mine, that you won't run off to my damned half-sister."

You remain silent, expecting him to snap in anger. However... you're met with the king breaking his composure and pulling you into his chest. His grip is tight and his face is buried into your chest... you then hear sobbing.

"Promise me!" The king yells as though he's in pain. "Promise me you won't leave me! As your king I demand it!"

The sound nearly makes you feel bad. The king really held onto you like you were his lifeline. You don't think you've seen Aegon like this in a long time....

Regardless of if you really cared for him the same or not... you hug the king back.

"Promise...." You whisper, causing Aegon to look up.

"Do you mean it? Do you swear by it?" Aegon hiccups, looking at you with watery eyes. He looked like a broken boy more than a ruthless king.

"I swear." You're lying through your teeth, but it's enough to calm the king. He doesn't move though... merely holding you closer as he sniffles. You feel tears collecting in your own eyes... but for different reasons.

"Good..." The king whispers, kissing your chest softly before tightening his grip.

"I'd never let you go even if it meant I had to kill that Queen myself."

[meraxesmoon]

Of Dragons and Oaths

Chapter Two: Legitimacy

Summary: Being the first child and only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, Aemma Velaryon has to navigate being her mother's heir while also protecting her brothers and herself from the rumors of being bastards, as well as being a wife and mother.

part one | part two | part three | part four

Quiet mornings were always Aemma's favorite, and after marrying Aegon, she had them almost every day. Her husband was a heavy sleeper, and he usually didn't rise until noon, which left her in bed reading her favorite book with her cat Balerion curled up in her lap. It had been six years since they married, and things were quite peaceful at court. 

At least, they were until today. 

Her brother's legitimacy was being called into question, and they would be hosting a trial today. The anxiety leading up to today had been torturous, and her only comfort had been spending time with her young son, Laenor. Despite being married right after the incident on Driftmark, Aegon and Aemma hadn't had him until about three years ago. 

She peeks up from her book as a knock comes at the door, and Balerion hops off of the bed, his large, black body bounding to the giant wooden door as the queen enters, looking rather peaceful. Still worried, though, Queen Alicent was always worried. 

"Your mother and siblings have arrived," Alicent says, her eyes darting to where her oldest child lies, still fast asleep. "Rhaenyra requests that you join her for a meal before the... hearing." This catches Aemma's attention and she puts down her book, her eyes lighting up. A little body bounds into the room, jumping onto the bed. It was none other than her son, Laenor. His hair was unruly, but he was dressed. It was likely that Althea had started dressing him, but he'd tagged along to visit his parents once his grandmother showed up. Laenor's hair often reminded Aemma of her brothers. It was fluffy and unruly, something he no doubt got from Aegon. "I should get dressed and meet her, then." 

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Rhaenyra paces the room as she waits for her daughter's arrival. 

"She'll be here any moment, I'm sure," Daemon smiles as he watches his wife pace. Rhaenyra sends him a dirty look, her purple irises blazing with worry. "That is only if Alicent went to fetch her. I have not seen my daughter in six years, Daemon, and we did not attend her wedding... for all we know she could resent us." She places a hand on her swollen stomach as the memories of that night on Driftmark come flooding back. She had been devastated when Aemma had been taken from her. She was Rhaenyra's first child and her only daughter, being separated from her had left Rhaenyra depressed, and they hadn't gone to the wedding due to Rhaenyra's disdain for Aegon. It had been unfair, Rhaenyra knew that, and she regretted that choice now more than ever. 

 Before her husband could say anything in response the large wooden door opened, revealing Aemma in all of her glory. Grown and beautiful, Rhaenyra hardly noticed the little boy in her daughter's arms. 

 "Mother, I'm so glad to see you," Aemma says softly, standing next to Queen Alicent as she smiles at her mother. Rhaenyra loses her breath, looking at her daughter with wide eyes. Aemma was wearing a dark blue gown, her color of choice, and her long snowy hair was loose and flowing down her back. It was obvious that she had hurried to meet them there, and Rhaenyra could not help but find that comforting. Maybe her daughter did not hold disdain for her after all. Walking towards her mother, Aemma happily introduces them to her son. "This is little Laenor," she says, smiling at her mother and stepfather as Rhaenyra grows teary-eyed at the revelation of the little boy's name. Rhaenyra shares a look with Alicent at the mention of this child being her daughter. "You had him? He's yours?" "And Aegon's, of course," Aemma laughs a little, sitting down at the table, and letting her son waddle around the room. 

 "Ah, where is he?" Daemon questions, sitting next to her before pouring himself a goblet full of wine. Alicent grimaces before taking a seat herself. "Still in their bed-chamber, he usually doesn't wake until noon, I'm afraid." Alicent sighs, turning her head into her hands as Aemma giggles lightly. "Yes, well, today is not being rushed. We can enjoy breakfast before today's trial... besides, I haven't seen my mother in years, so it would be good to catch up." Alicent nods her head before standing from her seat. "I'll leave you, then. I've still to visit Helaena," Alicent clasps Aemma's hand tenderly before taking her leave. 

 Once the door is closed once more, Rhaenyra sits next to her daughter, her fingers rubbing comforting circles into her daughter's hand. 

 "Have... have they been treating you well here?" Rhaenyra questions quietly, staring at the younger Laenor as he plops down on the ground. She could tell that he was just learning how to navigate himself. Aemma stared at her mother for a few seconds before smiling softly. "Yes, mother. I've been treated just fine. Honestly." "And he is your first? You and Aegon were married right after you were brought to Kings Landing... surely Alicent would expect an heir before now." Rhaenyra, all those years, felt sick to her stomach thinking about how they would most likely make her daughter into a broodmare, but here she was with only one young child. "Yes, I decided to wait to have children." 

 Daemon sets his goblet down, his attitude suddenly turning serious. 

 "You do not have to attend this trial," he says, his lips turned downwards as the reminder of Luke's legitimacy comes crashing down upon them once more. "Vaemond is rather ambitious, and he intends to disinterest all of you, not just Lucerys." Rhaenyra scowls at the mention of Lord Vaemond. "He will try his best to humiliate our family, and you have never had the stomach for confrontation," Rhaenyra grits out, now holding young Laenor in her arms as the young Targaryen drifts off for a nap. Aemma reached over to smooth her son's hair before giving Rhaenyra and Daemon her answer. 

 "I know this, but I intend to defend my brother until the very end, Lucerys is the rightful heir to Driftmark, and Lord Vaemond should do well to remember that." 

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 Despite her words to her mother and Daemon, Aemma cannot help but feel a wave of dread wash over her as she stands next to her husband in the throne room. The Queen, Helaena, and Aemond are also there, but that brings her little comfort. Instead, she holds onto Aegon's sleeve discreetly, an awkward display, but one he was used to nonetheless. Aegon's hair was unruly, and he looked halfway dead, but his being there with her brought her comfort. 

 "Why do you worry? Nothing will come of this." Aegon whispers to his wife, his voice groggy. He had just woken up recently, that much she knew. "My mother is right, he will use this trial as a way to question all of my siblings... and that includes myself. Vaemond holds no love for us, and now that grandsire Corlys is wounded, he is grasping at a goal that does not belong to him," she starts to fiddle with the long necklace that rested on her chest; a nervous habit she'd gained in her childhood. "You sound very wise when you talk like that," Aegon muses, ever the flatterer. "It's quite attractive." 

 The trial had been just as horrid as she guessed it would be, but even worse. Ser Vaemond had threatened to spill her blood to prove a point, hypothetically, of course, but Aemma's mother had not taken that lightly. He'd thrown several other insults at her mother before his head was promptly disposed of by Daemon, by request of her grandsire the King. 

 "Threaten my daughter again, and I will not hesitate to feed you to my dragon." 

 Ser Vaemond's body would not be making it back to Driftmark. 

 And now they all sat at a dinner table as though nothing had happened. 

Aemma felt sick. 

 "Sister," Jacaerys' voice is what breaks her from her daze, and for the first time in years, she properly sees her younger brothers. Both of them had grown significantly during those years, and she realized just how much Jacaerys resembled their mother. He had her attitude, as well, she had heard. "I find it regrettable that we only got to reunite after... that," Aemma tried her best to ignore what had transpired. Watching Vaemond's severed head fall to the ground had been mind-boggling. "Hopefully, you all will be able to visit more often. Your presence is sorely missed." "We shall, now that I know I am a proud uncle." Jacaerys beams, his dark eyes lighting up as he holds onto his sister's arm in a comforting manner, Aegon side-eyeing him the entire time. 

 "It's been quite a long time, hasn't it?" Viserys mumbles under his breath as he smiles at his granddaughter. "You should stay longer; it would bring comfort to this old man." 

 The night had seemed to end well until that damned pig arrived. 

 It was then that she was reminded of her brother's affinity for teasing Aemond. 

 Feeling faint, Aemma tries to excuse herself. "I wish to retire to bed before I witness anything else tonight," she says, rising from her seat. Jace and Luke bid their older sister farewell as she walks away from the table. Aegon rises to follow her, a smug smile on his face as he looks back at Jacaerys and Rhaenyra. 

 Once in their bedroom, Aegon helps his wife into her sleeping clothes, noticing her exhausted state immediately. She climbs into their shared bed, a hand resting on her stomach as she lets the irritation of tonight pass. He climbs in with her, resting his head on her chest, and Aemma's hands smooth down his messy hair. Aegon doses himself with a swig of wine before cuddling up into his wife. 

 "Am I allowed to ask why you're so tense, Ābrazȳrys?" Aegon mumbles into her chest, his hands stroking down her arm. Physical contact seemed to comfort him. "I have a bad feeling about tonight, and I wish to go riding." her voice is small and meek, like a child who knows something they shouldn't have. "Ride what? Me? That can be arranged." She snorts at his response, her chest bouncing slightly. "Nightdreamer. I wish to ride my dragon, Aegon." 

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 She is awoken by the sound of rushing feet outside of their door.

 This was not a usual occurrence. The Queen usually warned servants to be quiet around the princess' chambers, "a mother needs her sleep" as Alicent would say. Today, however, it was so loud that Aemma woke with a migraine starting to set in. Aegon, surprisingly, was awake as well, his eyes dark and sleepless. 

 What happened last night after she went to bed? 

 "Your grandfather is dead. He passed late last night." Rhaenyra was the one to give Aemma her answer, and the devastation washed over her like a tidal wave. "He was... fine. Just last night he was smiling and-" "I know." 

 The silence between Rhaenyra and her daughter was deafening. 

 "This means you must ascend the throne, mother." 

"... yes." 

Her mother had been crying before this, she realized. The tears were long dried, but you could see the stains they left behind. 

"... your coronation will be shortly after I am crowned Queen," Rhaenyra states, her voice wobbled slightly as she gripped onto herself tightly. Aemma takes note of the blood staining her mother's room, and the deflation of her belly. The sweat and messy hair gave Aemma an idea of what may have occurred before she arrived. 

"You are my heir, and I should name my heir quickly, lest the lords of Westeros forget themselves. They will swear fealty to you the same way they did for me when I was young, and you will succeed me once I pass." 

Heirs, Kings. Queens. 

They were all becoming more real to her, and that was such a terrifying thought. 

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𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐬: 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐲𝐫𝐞

Plot: You, the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen grew up with a very devoted extended family. But after the dance of dragons begins, you know exactly on what side you belong

Cw: incest/targcest, yandere/lovesick behavior, unhealthy relationships, platonic and romantic yanderes, not everyone is romantically involved with reader, yandere EVERYONE x reader, sexual content, no actual smut, mentions of noncon, Aegon being... Him

Notes: I didn't love to make such a long post for the last ending, so this will be a series as well (and I also find it more convenient as people tend to be less likely to read long posts)

You will understand this better if you read this ending

>The night of king Viserys' last supper, you were the victim of a mysterious illness, and were forced to stay in King's Landing as your family returned to Dragonstone

>Since then, you had to be a witness of Aegon's usurpation, and were forced to marry prince Aemond, becoming a prisoner in the strong walls of the red keep in all but name

>You decided very early on that you will return home to your family, you will not be accomplice to this insult to the rightful heir, Rhaenyra

>You loved Alicent, you did, but what she did to you, to your family, was a betrayal. She married you to Aemond, even though she knew of your affection for Daeron, she marries you without your permission or even announcement, she marries you to Aemond, as if it was her call, as if she was in her right to betroth you to anyone

>And the one who you thought of as a brave knight, was silent to the whole thing, not a word to say to you

>In a span of mere days, your affection for them had virtually vanished

>It was hard, and it hurt to feel like all your life you had trusted people who would treat you like this

>Especially for Daeron and Alicent

>But you will have time to mourn later

>You tell yourself you can't let your feelings stale you

>It was the night after Aegon's coronation, Aemond, should be asleep next to you, but he is too busy on the council, fooling himself acting as hand of the king

>Which it's perfect for you, since you want to do anything you can to avoid consummating your marriage

>Your father had taught you everything about the secret passages in the Red Keep, he knew them as well as king Maegor himself, and though you could not memorize it as well, it was enough to know how to get out

>But you had a mission first

>"He wears the conqueror's crown, wields the conqueror's sword and has the conqueror's name" said Alicent

>It was too soon to take away his crown, you not take away his name, but you certainly could take away his sword. It's not like he'd use it anyway

>You looked in the mirror and fixed yourself before going out through the passages, you felt a little disgusted with yourself

>It took you some time to get to Aegon's chambers, (to your surprise) Aegon was there instead of a rat infested brothel

>Still, he was much too drunk to notice you, and he was alone. It had been years since he and Helaena had shared a bed. You pitied her, but at least she was lucky, she had given not one but two male heirs, and she had no reason to keep "trying" with Aegon

>You walked on your tiptoes, the sword was hanging in the wall next to his bed, you feared the sound of metal would wake him up

>But it didn't, he instead was (somehow) was sober enough to know you were there, and most importantly, to know it was you

>"Y/N, you are here..." His voice was as drowsy as it was whiny "Came to congratulate the king?" You could see his repugnant smirk aimed at you

>"Indeed, your grace" you lied

>"Come here, here" he sat on the pillows and patted on the mattress to invite you

>"I don't think that would be appropriate, your grace" you were tense, and scared. You avoided him, you don't remember well when it happened, but he changed, he scared you, you feared he might do something to you, and you could do nothing to retaliate, now it was worse, he was the king

>"Pleaaseeeee, pleaseee, just a bit, just for now, I won't do anything" he promised

>"I truly do not think it would be fitting for your grace to be in that position... Even in innocently" you really hoped for the "innocently" part to be true

>But Aegon did the face a child does once they remember something important, like a candle lighting on their head "But I'm your grace, I'm the king, I demand you come here"

>You could do nothing to those words, so you obeyed

>You sat down at the edge of his bed, but he signaled you to be closer, next to him

>"I like when you say your grace, when you say it to me" he smiled

>"It is how one must address you now, just that"

>Aegon pouted

>"Do you love me?"

>You were speechless, and struggled to come up with a polite response to that, you finally just said every subject must love the king, you just prayed for safety being so close, so late, so alone with him

>"But do you love me? Me? Do you love me now?"

>"I- I beg your pardon?"

>"I wanted you to love me, Y/N, do you love me now? I'm king, do you love me now?" He was drunk, slurring his words and repeating them

>You blushed and you felt your heart pound, you were scared, you knew that. But you were also even a little sad for him, you wanted to look at him the way you did when you both were young, you could, and at the same time, it was impossible

>You don't remember how he ended up in front of you, facing you with sad eyes, and unmistakable stink of wine, that reminded you of who he was now

>"I think I'll always love you, Aegon" you wanted to believe it was a lie you told yourself it was

>A tear or two ran through his pale cheeks and he threw himself to your arms, almost knocking you beneath him in bed

>But instead of the lecherous predatory behavior you expected, he just kissed your cheeks and tried to kiss you in the mouth, it was gross, wet, he was drunk so he was salivating

>You grabbed his face with your hands and placed a kiss on his forehead, he asked for more, but he instantly decided he was tired, and grabbed you like a ragdoll, pushing you to the pillows and beneath the blankets with him, you're still fully clothed so it feels heavy. Aegon hugs you like a Teddy bear until he quickly falls asleep, when you try to leave, he complains in his sleep and grabs the fabric of your clothes. But you manage to slip a pillow in between his arms to replace you

>You look at him for the last time before stealing Blackfyre, and think of how different things could have been.

>Once you have the sword with you, you stay in between the walls for some time. Your dragon is not in the dragonpit, how do you find him?

>You can't go to the city, you can't risk having the sword stolen from you

>This might be a suicide, this probably is a suicide, but is all you got

>You decide to go to the dragonpit, you'll ride a dragon to find a dragon. The rule has always been: one rider, one dragon, one dragon, one ride. But you are desperate

>When you get to the pit, you wonder who could be the best dragon to ride for the search, Tessarion is here, but only ever rode alongside her, same for Sunfyre and Dreamfyre. Trying to tame an unclaimed dragon is dangerous, and even if you could, Dagahrion may kill them

>But there's one that knows you very well: Vhagar

>You rode on her back when she was Laena's, you were a little lass still, but she remembers you. And you rode her with Aemond last night

>It is better than nothing, and if she ate you, you know she's so big it'd be a quick death

>You pet her, and she gives into your touch

>You keep calming and buttering her up before you get on top. You're used to riding a large dragon, but she's different, every dragon is, you suppose

>You feel sorry for the ruckus caused when you and Vhagar ascended, poor dragonkeepers

>Your running was obviously not silent

>And so the search for Dagahrion begins. You have to find him before Vhagar decides to kick you off her back

>And before any other dragon comes looking for you