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War Of Hearts — Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader x Daemon Targaryen

Summary: When it came to love, you were lucky. In fact, too lucky that a war was brought forth because of you. After five years of hiding, you surrender and offer a proposal to Rhaenyra and Daemon that is irrefutable.

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Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Morally Grey Fem!Reader x Daemon Targaryen, Platonic!Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not proofread, things may not make sense, smut, oral (r receiving), unprotected sex, cheating, slight angst, murder, plotting of murder, reader could be considered a targaryen but nothing is really clarified so if you don't want incest just don't think of her as one, beheading, pissing (not in bed. it's only mentioned once), degradation, praise, usage of the words "whore" and "slut", pet names (darling, my love, dearest, and sweetheart), everyone's low-key insane kinda vibe, a little fluff, overprotective and possessive Rhaenyra, marking? that's a thing, right? 'cause Daemon has a thing for that. If i missed anything else, lmk!

This is my first smut. Keep that in mind when leaving comments. Also, english is not my first language. Please excuse the grammatical errors. I tried my best.

Requests: Closed

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“I needed to kill her.”

She was going to tell them.

You had to do it.

“My lady, you must leave at once!” Criston says urgently as you stare at the dark red hue coating your hands. The dagger you used to slice a hole through the woman’s stomach was discarded to the floor like a used rug. Warmth that wasn’t unwelcome coursed through your veins, finding this gratifying to you. The thrum of a heart beating reverberated around both your ears. You were pleased it did not come from the motionless girl on the floor, an additional guarantee that she is dead.

You crouch down again to blemish your finger with her fresh blood. “No,” You tell Criston, “Let me watch it burn first.”

Criston’s gaze flickers to your hands, terror-stricken. “Queen Alicent showed me a place where you can hide away for the time being while we direct the armies away from your trail. Come with me. Rhaenyra and Daemon will be here soon. Word has surely spread of your whereabouts.” He admonishes, intent on getting you out.

You do not make an effort to follow, “Leave me.”

The knight falls apart at your words.

Y/N!

“Y/N!”

The ground rumbled, your current shelter emulating it. Syrax roars aloft, Rhaenyra assumedly on him. Criston steps in front of you in a protective manner, thinking he could best whoever dares to take you prisoner. His habit of protecting you came easily. Right at this time, it’s already second nature.

You open your mouth to speak, setting your heart on pressuring him to go. Although his loyalty was to be admired, you wouldn’t let him die for you. Criston lifts his hand, derailing your plans. Following Syrax’s smooth landing was footsteps to the front door of the establishment. Only Criston Cole opts for dying in lieu of being told no.

Both of you awaited with bated breath for someone to enter.

As you might expect, Rhaenyra stood by the entrance, a proud smile resting on her face. She wants you to approach her. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you.” At her back, soldiers were prepared to drag you in by force. Realistically speaking, you are outnumbered. They intend to keep you prisoner for a crime you did not commit. Five years ago, you would have chosen Rhaenyra in a heartbeat. But now, the woman standing before you is one you do not recognize.

Rhaenyra died on the day of your betrothal to Daemon.

You never understood why you had to marry. The ladies you’ve spoken to aren’t pleased with their married life, but they have no other choice than to obey their husbands. There isn’t anything appealing to marriage. Not to you, at least. You prefer Rhaenyra’s company over that any day.

Unfortunately, your father does not share the same sentiment. His sadistic eyes scrutinize your moves towards him, beckoning you over with a wave of his hand. You scowl at the servant beside them, silently ordering her to remove herself out of the situation. Amelia sets the leftover grapes that she was feeding your father on the wooden table, making a beeline for the exit of the tent.

“Come, daughter.” Your mother’s smile doesn’t meet her eyes, knowing that things will no longer be consistent after she breaks the news. Y/m/n is aware of your feelings for Rhaenyra because she manages to focus on the obvious unlike your father, who tries to reach the skies searching for someone you are not.

You obey, meeting her eyes out of sheer politeness. The tension is palpable. Glancing outside the tent is nonessential in feeling the unbearable sadness dancing around the gloomy atmosphere as it might as well be found here.

They don’t talk for a while. You carefully move the chair placed opposite of your father’s, taking a seat. He grins mischievously, “Did you know I recently spoke with the King’s brother, girl?”

“Uh –”

You’ve heard it from Rhaenyra. Still, she only knows the same as you.

“I’ve got great news for you. You’ll finally be of use, thank the gods.” Your father pours you a cup of wine, encouraging you to drink.

On the assumption that he’s going to say what you think he’s going to say, you think of Rhaenyra.

You made a promise to her not too long ago. Ever the skeptic, Rhaenyra asked you to swear that you will stay with her for the rest of your lives together.

“Promise you’ll stay with me for a little longer.”

“Rhaenyra Targaryen, I am here in front of all the gods so that they may bear witness to my oath. I swear that I will stay with you as long as you need me to.”

Rhaenyra understands it’ll be the closest to a wedding you’ll ever have. Tears sprung out of her eyes, placing a kiss atop your head. “I’ll always need you, Y/n.”

That was a child’s promise. You thought everything will remain. Oh, how foolish you were.

“As of this day, you are betrothed to Daemon of House Targaryen. Now that that’s settled, you’re no longer my problem. I’ll get a fine amount whilst you spawn children like a common whore.”

You sprung out of your seat, showering your father with the wine he offered. “Father, this is absurd! I will not be wed to Daemon Targaryen. I would rather be executed.” You don’t dare wait for his reaction as you march outside of the tent, Rhaenyra’s name falling from your lips. You scan the area, having a feeling that she may be close by. When you find her after some time, Rhaenyra is already five steps ahead. Literally.

She wants to understand why, but before you could clear up the situation at hand, she walked away.

You chased after her into the godswood where you used to spend your days. That night you made love to her for the last time, offering a great amount of apologies and assurances that could only do so much to mend her broken heart.

It’s not your fault.

I will convince Daemon to remain in King’s Landing so that you and I will still be together.

Nothing has to change.

I love you.

You’re the only one I’ll ever love.

I am unable to love him the way I love you.

I only want you, Rhaenyra.

“Actually, I do. It’s been five years, nine months, and fourteen days. You are exasperated, aren’t you, darling?” You quip, holding out your palm to Criston. He complies, unsheathing his sword and sharing a look with you. “Tell Alicent I am forever grateful for her and for you, Ser Criston. You may go. I will remain unharmed. You know Rhaenyra.” You mumble, making certain it was inaudible for the Princess.

Criston bows, succumbing to your order prior to leaving through the back door.

Rhaenyra watches you earnestly. Stepping over the body of the girl you just killed, you make your way to your former lover, sword in hand.

Rhaenyra’s breath fanned against your face as you leaned into her ear. Her dark red armor looked good on her.

Her soldiers draw their swords, prepared to charge at you if you try something stupid.

You shake your head, “This isn’t going to work for you.” You apprise her men.

One had the audacity to sneer. “It’s the other way around, my lady. There’s an army of us marching here. You only have yourself. Don’t worry. We’ll give you a quick death.”

Displeasure coated Rhaenyra. Being so engaged in organizing her battle plan to confront Daemon, she became unsuccessful in putting the soldiers in their place. Rhaenyra’s head whips to the side, clenching her fists. How dare he speak to my love this way? If this works well, she’ll be queen alongside me. That is no way to speak to a Queen. This Lannister boy’s impudence leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. He ought to be penalized.

Her jaw clenches as she begins to unsheathe her sword. “Did the lady demand a reply from you, Ser Jason?” Based on your observation, Rhaenyra was about to end this man’s life.

“No, Your Grace.” Jason is understandably discomfited by the coolness Rhaenyra exhibited. He falls on his knees, observant of his error. You feel no sympathy for the man. This is the only time he could read the room in his dull life as Lord of Casterly Rock. Born with a silver spoon, Jason thinks he should be granted the luxury of talking whenever he wants.

You see Rhaenyra place her hand on the hilt of the sword, her stance signifies her readiness to end Jason’s life.

“No.”

You’re still soaked in blood. Rhaenyra would have been troubled if you couldn’t stand upright in this condition. Only you look too well for you to be wounded somewhere, thus, her worries were alleviated.

“Pardon, my love?” Rhaenyra asks.

“Let me kill him myself.”

The silver-blonde queen nods, backing into her position so you could have more room. “Whatever my queen wishes.”

You don’t fight the triumphant grin. Oh, how long you’ve waited to kill Jason Lannister.

If you could, you’d eradicate every man or woman who had disrespected you prior your escape from King’s Landing.

Jason lets tears flow freely from his eyes, whimpering as he begs for mercy. “No, my lady, I am sorry. Please spare my life.”

“No, Your Grace,” You correct, giving him a faux simper that serves as a purpose to commiserate with him on his last minutes.

A puddle of urine forms in the floor, yours and Rhaenyra’s faces scrunching up in revulsion. “Please don’t kill me, Your Grace. I will give you all my land if you don’t kill me.”

“Or,” You pause. “Here’s a better idea. I kill you anyway and I take your land. Killing you means one less scum on Westeros. . . Jason Lannister, in sight of Gods and men, I sentence you to die.”

“No, please. I’ll do anything!”

Rhaenyra purses her lips, placing her hand atop yours, looking into your eyes. “Are you certain you want to do this?” Like it was the first time she seems unsure, Rhaenyra scans your body, taking it all in.

The haunting look in your eyes should alarm her. Thinking of anything but your well-being in this situation is abomination. However, it’s so lovely that it feels so right.

“The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.” You mutter. I’ve done this before. I could do it again. Jason’s cries for the gods are heard by everyone and no one. You swing Criston’s sword with practiced ease, his head rolling onto the floor in a span of seconds.

The sword follows its movement – having served the purpose of executing the Lannister man.

“I surrender.”

Rhaenyra scoffs. “Why now? Why give up so easily when you’ve spent an abundance of time running from me?”

“Even though I love you, there are some things I can’t tell, darling. And to be abundantly clear, I didn’t run from you. I left because I desired to run away from who I was.” You make Rhaenyra’s silence an opportunity to whisper –

“I am yours once more. Take the win, Nyra. Take me.”

An animalistic sound comes out of Rhaenyra’s lips, her eyes visibly darkening at the implication that you could be hers again. I could feel her again.

Before Rhaenyra could think twice, arrows were shot, targeting her and her men. On instinct, she wraps her arm around you protectively. Although your body clashes against her armor, you let Rhaenyra safeguard you.

Her scent invades your nose: a mixture of dragon, metal, fire, and blood. Though, it is more hidden than yours. You ease into her touch, paying no mind to the attack on Rhaenyra’s soldiers. Whoever was launching the arrows – and you know exactly who it is – shoots their arrows with accuracy, neither harming you nor Rhaenyra.

“Daemon.” Rhaenyra spits out, the thought of seeing him filling her with abhorrence, “I won’t let him harm you, dearest.” She says to you.

The other sentence is omitted from you.

I won’t let him take you from me.

As soon as the soldiers are down, Daemon emerges from the shadows. He has a proud smirk on, feeling triumph at the dead group of soldiers protecting Rhaenyra. Daemon’s hair is shorter than you remember, but it fits him. His eyes are set on you.

Lifting your head, you subconsciously take Rhaenyra’s hand in yours for support.

“My lady,” Daemon kisses the back of your hand after you enter his bedchambers. “And soon to be my wife.”

You aren’t bursting with joy. You want it to be over quickly so you could go back to Rhaenyra. Despite your greatest efforts and disrespect to your father, he did not back out from the engagement. You don’t have anything against Daemon. He’s an admirable suitor. Nevertheless, you’re already spoken for by Rhaenyra.

The emotions radiating when you are with The Princess out in the streets is overly affectionate to be regarded as friends even now. The entirety of King’s Landing was given the warning that you are Rhaenyra’s. You believed that Daemon, of all people, understood it.

Apparently, he didn’t.

Daemon’s kisses trail upward, removing your item of clothing. A fire erupted deep inside you, one you have only felt with Rhaenyra. “My Prince, we shouldn’t.” You whisper; saying it aloud would take all your strength, which you currently do not possess.

“We should.” He decides, pressing kisses down your neck and throat.

“Gods…” You moan at the feeling of him against you, moving your head to give Daemon more access. This pushes Daemon to go further, discovering your pulse point and sucking it. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of having you without a fight. However, there was this need to let him have his way with you. You needed to know more. Your voice is strained, mind clouded. It feels like being intoxicated, finding the pleasure in drinking up what Daemon would be willing to give.

Your hands settle themselves to tangle in Daemon’s hair as he lifts you up to lead you to the bed. There will surely be marks tomorrow – marks that everyone will see. Rhaenyra will see. She’s what matters most in your life yet you can’t find the courage to stop.

When the sun began to rise in the morning, you put on your clothes and set sail to Dorne, where you’ll be safe. You gave up a life of luxury out of shame. You had violated Rhaenyra’s trust, breaking your vow and replacing it with pretense. On account for your mistakes, you ran away, unintentionally establishing a conflict that you would also be the sole remedy for.

“Don’t you wanna be on my side, Y/n?” Daemon asks, coming face to face with you and Rhaenyra, “Was that night really that terrible? Was it enough a reason for you to abandon King’s Landing, Rhaenyra, and me?”

“Shame brought me here, love compelled Rhaenyra to fight for me while lust and your want of being a victor lead you to this moment.” You refuse to answer, turning your head from side to side, pleased of your ability to read him. “Neither of us is innocent.”

Daemon tries to take your hand, “That may be true.”

“Y/n’s not coming with you, Uncle.” Rhaenyra states firmly, gripping your waist tighter at the same time as shoving Daemon’s palm away.

“You chose Rhaenyra?”

Rhaenyra inspects your reaction, bullish about your reply.

“No,” You say coolly.

This is it, you think, my plan is either going to work or I will be forced to make it successful myself.

Daemon looks smug upon watching Rhaenyra’s frown. “Who do you choose, then? I’m sure there’s an obvious choice, if not, dare I say – one more option?”

You laugh aloud, holding a hand to your stomach as your ability to breathe declines due to your never-ending hysterics. “That’s – oh my gods! I can’t breathe – Rhaenyra, help me, darli – You think I don’t have other options? That is the only time I’ve ever heard you say something so mindless. Sweetheart, I can name two more. You know my knight, right? Yeah, that one. Ser Criston – and don’t even get me started on Alicent. Don’t worry, Rhaenyra darling, we didn’t – Back to you, Daemon. Why bother coming here when you can go to brothels to occupy your time?”

If you did not know better, you’d think Daemon was a vegetable because of how his face turned bright scarlet red out of unadulterated mortification.

“I only want you.” Daemon admits.

His admission means a great deal. Daemon is a cunning man who acts on impulse or makes decisions that would benefit him, not considering those he’ll take down with him in the process. But to see him be so honest is a newly discovered territory Daemon is allowing you to take. On the contrary, it is in Daemon’s nature to sound truthful yet have a hidden agenda at the same time. You can’t take that chance. A double assurance is a perfect approach in situations like these.

“So do I,” Rhaenyra claims, voice full of determination, “and I’m willing to fight for what’s mine.”

You wouldn’t mind observing their resolution in having you beside them on a throne regardless of who might want to get in the way. Only, you love them too much to let that happen. You could agree that it is twisted for you to desire everyone’s blood to be spilled for your hand except for Daemon and Rhaenyra’s. Their blood should stay inside them since that’s where they’re supposed to be.

“There’s no need for that, darling. I have a proposition for you both.”

Rhaenyra and Daemon look at you, rapt. If there were two things they had in common, it was being stubborn and not being able to deny you of anything.

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Rhaenyra wanted to feel you.

Throughout the years of searching for you and battling against Daemon for your love, she was deprived of certain pleasures. Something did die when you were betrothed to Daemon. Days of making you scream her name was exchanged for tiresome moments of preparing for battle. So when you offer her a chance to be alive again, what else could she do but take it?

It definitely was not what she had in mind, especially considering that Daemon is still involved somehow. In spite of that, Rhaenyra is compliant in acknowledging it for the time being.

Rhaenyra plants kisses on the inside of your thighs, exploring the parts of your body she had almost forgotten the taste of. If she knew that you’d surrender to her when she found your whereabouts, Rhaenyra would have started several wars more to see you do it again and again. You aren’t her enemy, but gods, seeing you offer yourself up to her was enough to drive her mad.

Rhaenyra does not yet know the pleasures after a victory.

You’re more than willing to show her.

“Rhaenyra —” Your chest heaves in anticipation as Rhaenyra lifts your dress for her to access. “Please.”

“Patience, my love.” Rhaenyra coos as you open your legs for her, “That’s it. Good girl.”

Daemon speaks from the chair across the bed, “Look at our precious Y/n, begging for you to touch her. You should grant her wish, Rhaenyra. I’m afraid the little slut’s growing impatient.”

“Is that so? You’ll be a good whore for me, hm?” Rhaenyra asks mockingly, going from sweet to imperious straight away. She prides herself in that, actually.

You shake your head fervently, hips bucking for some form of relief from the burning sensation in your thighs.

“I need an answer or I’ll stop,” Rhaenyra says firmly, placing a hand on your stomach to keep you from moving. “Don’t you want to make me proud and be a good whore?”

“Yes, I’ll be a good whore for you, please –”

“That’s my girl.” Rhaenyra wastes no time and latches her lips onto your pussy, eliciting a moan from you.

Your eyes squeeze shut when Rhaenyra licks and sucks as you writhe beneath her. “Fuck –” You cried out, your hands going to her hair, mouth falling open as Rhaenyra devours you like a woman starved.

It had been too long since she tasted you. Her teeth graze against your clit and Rhaenyra feels accomplished. She never fails to turn you into a mess.

“Don’t leave me again.” Rhaenyra uttered, doubling her efforts in bringing you to the edge.

“I won’t . . .Fuck, right there, Rhaenyra! Please don’t stop.” You groan, the rest of your words were incoherent, but Rhaenyra got the message.

“Good girl. Now, come for me.”

You’re left breathless as your come, hips jerking. Your body settles back to the bed, a wide smile making an appearance to your face.

It was the most thrilling sensation you’ve felt in a long time.

Rhaenyra places a kiss to your lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Rhaenyra.”

You let out a surprised chuckle as Rhaenyra was gently pushed to the side by Daemon, who you didn’t notice got out of his chair the second you came. Rhaenyra stares at him angrily. You give her a warning look. “Play nice.” You pull her closer, bringing your face close to her ear, “It’s your turn to watch, darling.”

Rhaenyra brings yours lips in for a kiss once more, “Alright, but I’m not done with you yet.” She grins mischievously, raising her hands up in surrender while walking away, taking Daemon’s previous spot in the chair. She raises her eyebrow at the little mess Daemon’s made, but decides not to mention it.

Daemon slightly pushes two fingers in your entrance before pulling them back, your legs starting to close from being sensitive. He forcefully pushes them open with one hand, using the other to trace your lips with his thumb, “Taste yourself.”

You obey, taking his fingers into your mouth, leaving nothing to waste.

“Gods, you’re such a slut for us.” Daemon looks back at Rhaenyra with a sinister smirk. He begins to take his armor off, letting it drop onto the floor carelessly. You aided him in removing his upper clothing, revealing his toned body. “I will never let you out of my sight again now that I have you,” He states hoarsely, giving you a look that only means one thing. You tilt your head, exposing your neck to him. Daemon sucks and nips at the skin he finds in that spot, harsh enough to draw blood. You hiss in pain yet you let him continue marking you.

“I know.” You bring your hand to your back, pulling your dress down.

Daemon kisses you softly, entirely contrasting to the way he’s handling you. It doesn’t bother you too much. You whimper when you feel the tip of his cock against your entrance, only then realizing that he too discarded his final clothing. “You can take it.” He whispers, pushing in slowly.

“I don’t think I can.” You whine, your previous orgasm leaving you sensitive.

“Yes, you can. You’re the one who came up with this whole ordeal. Now shut your mouth and take it like the whore you are.”

As Daemon starts to snap his hips, the pain soon turns into pleasure; sounds that leaves your mouth is unholy. His pace increases when you encourage him to go faster, skin slapping against skin. The whole of Dorne could hear your moans and screams and you weren’t sorry for it. Evidently, Dorne has witnessed wilder nights. These activities were normal here. You wish you could stay, King’s Landing be damned.

“So good.”

Daemon could tell your orgasm was approaching and continued his pace. “Go on, my little whore. Cum on my cock.”

You came at his command, Daemon’s release not too long after.

“Shit.” Daemon pulls out, panting. Sweat drops from his forehead and onto your body.

You smile absentmindedly, brushing a strand of hair away from his eyes. “Rhaenyra darling,” You call out, unable to turn away from Daemon, captivated by his lavender eyes. “Come sit on my face.”

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“I suppose you got what you wanted. I offer you my sincerest congratulations as well as my thanks, Y/n. Aegon and I will leave for Winterfell soon. Apologies for I cannot attend your wedding. I wait for the day that we may meet again.

– Allie”

You throw the scroll into the fire, watching as the flames devour the paper piece by piece. Raising your cup of wine in the air as a toast to Alicent, you beam. “I fucking did it.” You had won. With your brilliant idea, you’ll soon sit on the Iron Throne beside Rhaenyra and Daemon. It is everything you’ve wanted.

“Let’s go through this again. Queen Alicent will poison King Viserys while I secure my match with Daemon and Rhaenyra. The poison takes about a week to take into effect. Within that time frame, Alicent should leave with the babe Aegon on a trip to Winterfell issued by the King himself. That way no one can pinpoint the murder back to her when Viserys dies in his sleep. Once Rhaenyra, Daemon, and I come back to King’s Landing, Rhaenyra will be crowned Queen with me beside her. It’s a win-win.” You reiterate to Criston.

The knight’s palm is outstretched as you hand him the vial. “One question, my lady. Doesn’t Queen Alicent want herself or Aegon to rule?”

“She does not want that, Ser Criston. Alicent has been nothing but a pawn in Otto’s game. She says it’s time to get a rest from being a queen and go back to being Lady Hightower without half of her responsibilities to burden her.”

“And you’re sure you want to kill Viserys? Don’t you want to wait until he… passes in the natural way? If Rhaenyra and Daemon find out –”

You sigh, running a hand through your face in irritation. “They won’t find out. Now, will you do this or will I have to cut your head off?”

“I will do it, my lady.” Criston resigns himself to his part in your plan.

“Good.”

A glass shatters at the back of the room, declaring that a girl was spying on you to expose your treason, no doubt.

“I’ll deal with her.” You murmur, taking hold of a dagger from your dress.

“Y/n, come back to bed.”

“In a minute.” You down the wine in one gulp, staring at the flame crackling and dancing with no particular direction.

You heard your mother say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin. One side greatness and the other, madness. Is there a name for Targaryens condemned with the two?

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IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!! BUT FIRST...

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Chocolate — Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Someone catches you eating chocolates that are supposed to be for the feast the following day.

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Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Here's to those two anons who requested for more Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader.

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“Lady Y/l/n, your father will not approve.” Your handmaiden asked, doing her best to get in your way. She’s afraid of getting dismissed from this position because your father is feared by those who know him. Not a single soul in King’s Landing let themselves be careless in his presence. One word from him could ruin her entire life.

You give Elena a reassuring look, “Do not fret, Elena. I will be back before he notices.” Stepping out of the carriage, you intentionally brush your hand against hers, taking advantage of how easily Elena gets flustered.

When you last stepped foot in the castle, you made it your aim to discover areas that aren’t too crowded. You’ve been in the carriage for six hours, not stopping for one minute. The delicacy you wanted wasn’t in any of the wagons at your back, but somewhere in the enormous brick walls surrounding salient lords and ladies of the seven kingdoms also including the regal family consisting of the Targaryens: King Viserys, Prince Daemon, Prince Aegon, and Princess Rhaenyra.

Memories of the crowded rooms were buried in the back of your mind. Consequently, it came as a shocker upon seeing unfamiliar faces inhabiting them.

Shaking those observations away, you made your way to the kitchenette. Nobody’s there, thankfully. Servants were possibly too concerned about the celebration in the morrow that will be held in honor of yours and your father’s arrival.

You needn’t concern yourself on such tedious affairs. Anything the King has prepared is less urgent than eating the delicacy on the table.

Nevertheless, you forbid yourself to say it aloud lest you be heard and then executed by the order of King Viserys.

But your family is too favored by him for you to be left to die in such a gruesome way.

Viserys is as harmless as a leaf.

A statement you shouldn’t say either.

You walked to the pastries like a mad man, albeit rather ungracefully. If your father were to see this, his eyes would pop out of its sockets. You’d be sent back to your hometown before you could even blink. The lord of House Y/l/n had a knack for desiring to protect his reputation.

Gold icing littered the cakes and cupcakes, your house’s sigil displayed on it. Whoever did this work must be a magnificent baker because these cupcakes are lovely. After you’ve had your full, you switched to the chocolates, which, in truth, is what you came all the way here for.

“Delightful, isn’t it?”

You jump, badly hiding the chocolate on your back similar to a toddler being caught with something they shouldn’t have. Standing before you was the one and only Princess of Dragonstone. Also known as The Realm’s Delight, Rhaenyra Targaryen. Pink tint rose to your cheeks, proof of your shame by being caught in your current predicament.

Scrambling to give a bow so unladylike, you find it in yourself to say, “Princess Rhaenyra. I am so… I… Apologize for my rather… unbecoming position.”

Power radiates off of Rhaenyra. She’s aware she could blab about this and is not afraid to hold it over your head.

You stare at each other, the tension blossoming each time you squirm under her gaze.

“I asked you a question, Lady Y/l/n.” Rhaenyra avers, being exceedingly condescending.

“Pardon, Your Highness?”

“Did you not hear my question earlier? Do I need to ask you once more?”

You gulp.

“I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t hear what you said.”

Rhaenyra gestures to the pastries beside you, “The cupcakes and chocolates. Are they delightful?” She takes three steps towards you, making you take a step back. You notice the rays of sunlight shine upon her through the crack in the window, highlighting her violet eyes. It hits you that the people were right.

Rhaenyra Targaryen is beautiful.

You’ve seen her before, yes, but that was years ago. This is the first time you’ve had a conversation with Rhaenyra. Gods, you made a fool out of yourself. She’s going to mention this to her father. Soon, this incident will be spread all over Westeros. Then, your life will be over –

Focus.

The Princess asked you a question.

You steel yourself, bringing back the last ounce of your self-respect. “Yes, my Princess. They are delightful.”

“I should hope so. They are for you and your father after all.” Rhaenyra lets down her guard, something resembling of a smile breaking through. The Princess, of all people, was smiling. The sight is to die for.

Fuck.

Get yourself together.

You’re thinking about the Princess.

This is not proper.

You’re oblivious to the reason why Rhaenyra isn’t disgusted by you when she has every reason to be. While that might sound bad, it is how members of higher houses would react if they were in Rhaenyra’s position. There are residues of chocolate and icing enclosing the corners of your mouth. From an outsider’s point of view, you do not resemble a lady, only more like a common person.

Despite your outer appearances, Rhaenyra is neither disgusted nor scared.

You appreciate that. “I know they’re for tomorrow. I couldn’t wait. We’ve been on the road for hours and my father didn’t bother to bring the food I like. I’m sure your perception of me has changed now. I apologize for that.” You babble.

“Calm down, Lady Y/l/n.”

“Please. Call me Y/n.”

“Well, if I can call you Y/n, it’s only fitting for you to call me Rhaenyra.”

You let out a loud gasp, yet another thing you weren’t expecting yourself to be doing. What is wrong with you today? “Your Highness. Princess. I shouldn’t. Calling you by your name would be disrespectful. You’re the heir to the throne.”

“You’re still calling me heir?” Rhaenyra starts to take a cupcake, hesitating midway due to her being stupefied.

“As far as all of Westeros is concerned, you are still heir, right?” You mused, pondering whether you missed big news at the time you were on the road or not. “Princess Rhaenyra, is there something I should know?”

Rhaenyra sways her head from side to side lightly, “No, it’s just that most people stopped calling me heir since Aegon was born. They cast me aside when he was introduced to the world.”

“If it’s of any consolation, my father and I are not like most people. He believes in honor. He knelt before you in front of the eyes of the seven kingdoms. The day he will stop doing that is if, gods forbid, something terrible happens.” You take the cupcake Rhaenyra is holding and replace it with another. “Try this one. The one you took tastes great. However, this is tastier. Trust me.” You add.

Rhaenyra takes a bite of the pastry, eyes going wide in amazement. “Oh, you were right. This is wonderful.”

“I told you. You should trust my judgment often from now on, Your Highness.”

“Thank you for saying what you said. It is highly appreciated.”

You nod. “Permission to ask freely, Your Highness?”

“Rhaenyra.”

“Fine, Your – Rhaenyra.”

“Much better and yes, you may.”

“Why are you here in the kitchenette?” You hand Rhaenyra a piece of chocolate that she accepts without reluctance.

She grimaces, referring to the chocolate. “Ugh. Don’t like this one. Sorry. . . Uh, same as you. I wanted the deserts, too. But you beat me to it by reaching them first.”

“What can I say? When it comes to anything involving chocolate, I’m faster than a wolf.”

“Is that why you and the Stark children don’t get along?”

“How did you…?”

“I’m the heir to the iron throne, remember? Information comes to me easily.”

“Ah, yes. How could I forget?” You ask sarcastically, searching for a piece of cloth to wipe your face. You don’t want anyone else seeing your disheveled state. Someone much worse could walk in that won’t be as good a company as Rhaenyra.

As if the devil herself has been summoned, Queen Alicent walks in.

You bow, “Your Grace.”

“Lady Y/l/n. Princess Rhaenyra.” Alicent looks at you both, “Your fathers are looking for you.”

You say nothing, feeling Rhaenyra tense beside you. Having no idea why you desire to hold her hand to soothe her, you subconsciously reached out. As bad luck would have it, you were reminded that it is not your place to do so. Queen Alicent didn’t notice. Rhaenyra did, though.

Although Rhaenyra’s mood was made lighter by your foolishness, she has a scowl on her face because of Alicent. “And what would you have me do about that, My Queen?” She holds her monotonous voice for the time being. Clearly, she was less amused by Alicent’s presence than she is with you.

“King Viserys requires both of you to be in the throne room.”

“Then we shall not keep him waiting.” You beat Rhaenyra to it as to keep this banter from expanding. “We will be going there in a few minutes, Your Grace.”

“Very well. I shall head back. Please make sure to keep your word.” Alicent forcibly smiles and takes her leave.

When the Queen is no longer in sight, Rhaenyra turns to you. “This interaction of ours was wonderful. I’ll see you in the morrow.”

Rhaenyra’s shift in attitude was expected. You couldn’t blame her for it, knowing she shared a bond with Queen Alicent before the latter married her father, putting a strain on their friendship.

“Are you not going to head to the throne room, Your Highness?” You suppose you could go back to your politeness now that the moment you shared is over. Perhaps you may continue it another time.

“No, but do send father my regards. Say that I am not feeling well.”

You sigh. “Of course, My Princess.”

Immediately after your compliance, Rhaenyra leaves.

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Your Grief's Reflection — Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Stephen Strange accompanied by America Chavez land in your universe and see you. They ask for your help, ignoring how hesitant you are. What gets you off guard is not due to them being from another universe, though you wish that were it. It's about Wanda. Anything that has to do with her leaves you with no choice.

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst

I needed to get this out of my drafts. It could be considered as left on a cliffhanger. I will not do a part 2. Don't like that, don't read.

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You are a weapon.

To most beings, you simply were someone they could use to their advantage. You were annoyed by it, but what can you do? It was true. Your powers could be used to do magnificent things. It could fix what was broken or if left unsupervised, would be the one starting the chaos.

A mix of both, Tony used to say.

Despite knowing the simple facts, it didn't help take away the upsetting feeling you'd have whenever someone ordered you to do something, acting like you were a machine.

Mission after mission, cuts and bruises here and there. No one cared well enough about you to let you have a break.

You could just stop following those orders, but you have been on thin ice ever since you meddled with the stone that gave you your powers. Summer of 2014. Way before the Avengers got the stone back. You stumbled upon a Hydra facility, going past all their defenses to get to the stone. Managing their defenses wasn't easy, but you did it. However, your victory didn't last.

When you stepped foot in the same proximity as to where the stone was, a brunette knocked you out with her powers, sending you reeling back to the constant nightmare that is your past. There was something familiar about the energy the girl showed you. It was much like your own and you realized that you had been too late.

Hydra successfully enhanced another human being using that stone.

You escaped the facility. Nick Fury was disappointed that you tried to destroy the stone, knowing that he could use it on his side. Anger rushing through you, you snapped at him, yelling about how if you had gotten the opportunity to give him the stone, there's no telling what the moles in SHIELD would do.

He offered you a deal. You would work for him in exchange for getting protection from those trying to get back at you for causing trouble where you shouldn't be.

You found a home in the people you worked with. You found family. You found love.

After your first few months spent with the Avengers, the enhanced girl and her brother joined the group.

It was hard getting past all the walls she built around herself but you pushed through and eventually, you developed feelings for her.

You were there to help Wanda control her powers, meaning you had to spend a lot of time together. One thing led to another and you fell in love.

After defeating your nth big worldly threat, Wanda suggested that you both stay on the sidelines with matters regarding the world. She didn't demand it. She told you she would still support you in whatever you would decide to do. Though, you didn't need much convincing.

Settling down was the easy part. Not trying to help save the planet, on the other hand... Not so much.

The topic of going back was put off for many years. In those years, you and Wanda had Billy and Tommy, your precious boys. You had made a life for yourself that you were proud of. Everything was perfect until Thanos came.

Wanda died trying to stop him.

You weren't there.

The love of your life snuck out in the middle of the night, only leaving you a letter that would haunt you for the rest of your days.

"My darling,

I know how much you wanted to help but I couldn't let you sacrifice yourself. You and I both know that it has to be me. I was the one who accidentally brought him here so I'm the one who has to end it. I'm truly sorry. Billy and Tommy will be okay. They will get through it because they have you by their side. Please tell them that I will still be with them even if they wouldn't be able to see me. A part of me will live on through them and through you. When they were born, you asked me if I was scared about the idea of messing up when raising them. I told you no because I knew that they would be loved. My answer still remains. Do not doubt yourself. You and the twins are my whole world. I'm doing this for us.

My heart and soul will always be yours. No universe, planet, or even our own destinies would be strong enough to alter my feelings for you. If something tries to get in our way, I would fight through it. I would burn the world just to ensure your safety. I am not a hero. Nor am I a villain. I am simply a person who has gotten lucky enough to love you and be loved by you.

If by chance we meet again someday, I hope you'd tell me all about your adventures. I'd greet you with the warmest of smiles and a hug. But for now, my love, this is goodbye.

I love you.

— Wanda"

"Where are we?"

"A universe similar to yours, it seems... Look." America Chavez pointed at the Avengers photos put up on the billboards. She walked closer, examining it as best she could.

Finding it a waste of time, Stephen Strange cleared his throat to garner the girl's attention. "I would love to stand here all day, kid, but there's a witch coming after you and I'd like to figure out a way to stop her before it's too late."

"Stephen, look." America emphasized again, bemusement crossing her features.

The sorcerer relented, tilting his head to see what the young girl was so bewildered by.

"Wanda Maximoff, one of Earth's mightiest heroes who perished in the hands of Thanos."

Pictures of Wanda flashed through the screen, people around stopping to watch. In just a few moments, chaos ensued in the streets. Some started throwing different objects at the pictures of the enhanced, causing few to panic. Strangers bumped passed each other but it seemed like they had one goal in mind: to ruin the images.

"I wonder what she'd done in this universe. Wanda saved them, right? Why are they throwing stuff at the pictures?" America asked, blocking herself from being hit by one of the flying saucers. "Uh, a little help here, please?" She winced as something sharp hit her in the leg, groaning when she figured out that she was bleeding.

Stephen stepped forward, placing America's arm around his shoulders to help her regain balance. "Let's get outta here.”

"Good idea."

"Stop right there!" A voice yelled from behind. Stephen froze up at the sound and America did too. Although, they had different reasons.

With a flick of your hand, the citizens of your town stopped moving, everything was frozen except you and your companions.

America hid behind the sorcerer, eyes glued to your every move. "Who is she?"

"That would be —"

"Y/n Maximoff." You cut him off, taking a step forward as you put your boys behind you. "And you're trespassing. This is not your universe, Stephen Strange." You glared at the two, but mostly at Strange.

"Isn't that Wanda's wife and kids? The ones she's trying to bring back?" The girl let go of her hold on Stephen's cape.

Tilting your head, you asked, "How do you know my Wanda?"

"The Wanda in our universe is on a rampage. She's after this girl's power -" Stephen glanced at the one beside him, "-so that she can travel anywhere in the multiverse she wants. She wants to bring you and your children back. We need your help."

Your resolve crumbled while your children gripped your hand tighter. That empty feeling you had tried so hard to bury resurfaced. Every ounce of torment, hurt, and anger had recurred just by the mention of her name. You don’t care if it’s another version of her. She will always be your Wanda. Like she had stated in the letter, no universe would be enough to change how you feel.

Yet… It’s as if you don’t get to be selfish. You think you have no right to be selfish for the reason that you have to put your children first. In another universe, there’s probably a variant of you that wouldn’t have to choose between the people you love most.

By no means would you have chosen to lose Wanda. If you could have switched places with her so that it would be you instead, you would have taken it. Every night after her death, you begged to have the power to do so.

Her death sealed destinies you stupidly thought were in your favor.

You didn’t have the privilege in mourning because you have children to raise. You reassured them that it was going to be alright when you weren’t so certain yourself. To them, you could do anything. To Billy, Tommy, and the rest of the world, you are strong.

What they couldn’t see was how you despised waking up in the morning to an empty bed – the bed that the love of your life used to occupy became dull. You despised listening to her favorite songs on the radio because it reminded you of what you lost. She taught you how to play the guitar but since that night, you never held it again. The pain turned you into a machine, moving on autopilot.

But you carried on because you had to.

Your love for your children only intensified. You started appreciating the little things in life. You thanked whatever was out there that your children are still by your side, living. No matter what, you still have them, which brings you back to what Stephen had told you.

In his universe, Wanda was the one who lost you. Though, unlike you, she lost the twins as well.

You couldn’t bring yourself to think about the pain she must feel. Worst case is that it has been multiplied tenfold. Nonetheless, it begs an opposing question: could pain even be measured?

You must have become lost in your thoughts for Stephen’s companion to clear her throat loudly to garner your attention.

Raising an eyebrow at her, you stumbled back in disbelief the longer you properly analyzed the way she acted. “You’re just a kid.”

She brought up a polite smile, waving her hand awkwardly. “Hi. America Chavez. That’s me.” She pointed at herself.

“How – Why is Wanda after you?”

“As Stephen said, I have powers to travel the multiverse. She found one where her variant had the dream life she wanted, which she got to experience some parts of it by dream walking. The only catch, she wants it to be permanent. So, she wants to kill me. Fun. Not really, you know. But –”

Billy spoke up for the first time ever since this interaction, “That must be scary.”

America turned to him, smiling sadly. “It is.”

Your children shared glances at each other that even you couldn’t understand until Tommy voiced their thoughts out verbally. “Mom, we need to help them.” He said.

Your breath hitched. You couldn’t risk your children getting hurt.

Forcing yourself to come up with a response without breaking your children’s hearts, you cupped their faces, noticing them subtly relaxing under your touch. “Sometimes, we can’t help people. I know that it’s not what you want to hear but it’s the only way to keep you safe.” You said.

“We’re never safe, mama.” Tommy looked at you knowingly, gently pulling away to point at the vandals on the huge screen of a building, the writings on the sidewalk, and the people hurting each other who are now frozen in place.

After Wanda sacrificed herself for the greater good, the people continued blaming your family, saying that Wanda deserved it for being the reason Thanos came here in the first place. Although you could take a few harsh comments here and there, you couldn’t say the same for the twins.

It had gotten worse to the point where you decided to just home school them. The choices you have made since then was all for their safety. You admit that you’re overprotective.

One look at your boys and you were reminded of your Wanda. Their eyes held hope in them, one that you would give everything to see that they would never lose it to the cruel reality. “Okay. Let’s help them.” You decided.

Billy pulled you into a bone crushing hug. “Mom would want us to.”

“Yep, she would.” Tommy glanced sadly at Wanda’s face on the screen at the same time the people moved again.

Your eyes were glued to Stephen and America. “Do not make me regret this.” You said to them.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. We won’t.” Stephen assured.

“Tea?” You offered, not used to having visitors enter your home. America nodded eagerly while Stephen seemed hesitant. “Don’t worry. Nothing bad is in it.” You poured the tea to three cups, one for each of you to drink.

The twins were in their room, resting. They wanted to stay in case you needed help but you insisted that you could handle this on your own.

Stephen took a sip of his tea, nostalgia gracing his face. “You make tea exactly as how I remembered it.”

“I’m going to assume it’s a good thing.”

“It is.” He said.

“So what happened with your Wanda?” You sat down on the chair opposite of the two with anxiousness mixed with curiosity about knowing of their Wanda.

“It’s better if I just show you. You’ve still got your powers, right?”

“As far as I know, I still do.” Shrugging, you reached for Stephen’s hand and clasped it with yours. You gasped softly at the ache in your head, hearing Wanda’s voice demanding for you to stay out of it. Grasping that the Wanda of Stephen’s universe is made aware of his presence in yours due to what you suspect is the book of the damned; you try to speed up the process.

It’s like seeing her for the first time. She always had an aura that most people would find intimidating. Wanda looks different. Her hair is dyed, she’s wearing a headpiece and though she looks stunning, she has grief radiating off of her. You spot this easily because you’ve seen yourself go through it.

Wanda marches towards Stephen and his friends. “You gave all those lives just to keep me from my family.” She accused.

“You took those lives. You cannot be allowed to cross into the multiverse.” Stephen retorts.

“I’m not a monster, Stephen. I’m a mother.”

“Wanda, you have no children. While Y/n may have been real, your children aren’t. They don’t exist.” The sorcerer reminded her, trying to tread lightly at the topic so that it won’t provoke the Sokovian too much.

“Oh, but they do. In every other universe. I know they do because I dream of them. Every. Night.” Wanda whispered, summoning the Darkhold, confirming your suspicions.

Each red thread of her magic showed her variants with other variants of you and the boys.

You stepped closer to look at one wherein you were dancing in the rain while the boys played, Wanda in the sidelines laughing, saying you were going to get sick. You long for this happy life. So does Wanda.

These universes your variants are living in are places you will never ever go to.

“Of Y/n and our boys. Of our… Life together.” She continued, “Every night, the same dream. And every morning…” Wanda closes the Darkhold, a stray tear falling down her cheek.

“The same nightmare.” You cite with her. Wanda’s insurmountable sorrow paved way for the Darkhold’s influence to unfurl rapidly. She had nothing else but her lonesomeness to cling to, becoming a constant compared to all the people she lost. While this does not justify her wrongdoings, it makes sense.

You spared one last glance before deciding you’ve seen enough.

When you get out of Stephen’s head, it takes you a minute to realize that you’re sniveling. “Wanda is hurting. I don’t want to cause more pain in her life, Stephen. I would never hurt her. You should know that. With the Darkhold influence or not, she is still my Wanda. I will help you reason out with her and help protect America but if you’re expecting me to do something that will kill her, you’ve got the wrong person.”

Stephen gently pushes his now empty cup to the side, making eye contact. “I know that and I understand. Although, if I were to bring this up when thinking of the grand calculus of the multiverse, I might have a different say, but honestly, right now I don’t mind. I’ll take any form of help you offer me. You’re the only person Wanda would listen to.”

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