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opaquerainwaters · 2 months
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AU where Aegon III Targaryen married Barba Bolton instead
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lokisprettygirl · 8 months
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Brokenhearted (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Modern AU) (18+)
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Chapter 1
Summary: Ever since you met him there was an undeniable attraction between you two but you knew he wasn't the type of man you ever wanted or dreamt of ending up with. He was distant, emotionally unavailable and reclusive. There was something in his past that had destroyed his ability to show love, he was as toxic as he was irresistible and you couldn't stop wanting him no matter how bad he was for you.
Warning: 18+, there's no actual detailed smut scene but they are doing it, dirty words are used in bed (consent is given), Reader almost gets raped, Daemon is a big time smoker so if it's something triggering don't read it, he's not the best boyfriend, alcohol drinking, mention of trauma and therapy, cigarette smoking, possessive behaviour
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"Be careful y/n" Your manager Donna said to you so you smiled and wished her goodnight as you hurried out of the restaurant, as a sous chef you normally didn't work past your shift but it was an extremely busy day, the head chef needed you and you were making extra bucks so you weren't really in a position to say no.
It was around 10 at night and you knew you would miss the next bus unless you reached the bus stop in 5 minutes so you turned around and tried to take a shortcut via the alley behind the restaurant. It was never a good idea, your gut feeling warned you but you didn't stop. And you were about to learn a very important lesson.
When you took the first turn to the right you noticed a few men smoking and drinking down there and as soon as they had spotted you they started to talk amongst themselves while they kept their eyes on you, you also saw another man way on the other end of the next turn you had to take but he was all alone, smoking and he had a black hoodie on and the headgear covered half of his face, you weren't really able to make out his features, he was still a few feet away from where you were and unlike these men who screamed trouble he was minding his own business.
"Hey sweetie, how much for the night?" One of the goons commented so you picked up your strides and started to walk a little faster.
"Heyyy come on babygirl, come with us, we will have fun"
Now you felt really scared, you couldn't really turn around now because you knew they were right behind you and you didn't want to show them how unnerved you were feeling, a part of you still felt that these men were just eve-teasing and won't really harm you but truth couldn't have been further from that.
A guy jumped in front of you suddenly as he closed the distance between you two and all of a sudden you felt as if you won't be able to breathe any more, your heart sped up and knees started to buckle. What had you gotten yourself into?
"Let her go mate" you heard a male voice coming from ten feet away, it was deep and raspy, it was the same lonely guy you had seen and he had his attention directed towards you now.
"Hey man you got a problem??" the guy in front of you turned towards the hooded stranger.
"Not really , I'm just asking you all to piss off and let the lady leave" as soon as you heard his voice again you quickly ran towards him and stood by his side, for some reason you felt as if you could trust him, well atleast more than those guys that were clearly trying to hurt you.
"Oh you think you're some kind of hero around here huh?"
Your mystery knight just laughed at the response and then he turned towards you.
"Get out of hereee" he finally pulled his headgear up and you looked into his dark eyes, he took a step back from you and he got frustrated as you still haven't moved from your spot "Get the fuck out lady" he said to you so you immediately turned around and bolted away but as you heard the sounds of those goons attacking him you just couldn't help but turn again, you didn't want anyone to get hurt or killed because of you.
You had your face scrunched in worry because you fully expected to see the guy getting beaten up by all those goons but your eyes widened in surprise as your mystery guy started to punch the shit out of those guys one by one. Almost like a professional fighter.
You were slightly enchanted by his rhythmic moves as he dodged their attacks and then hit them strategically. His hoodie was off now and you could clearly see how jacked he was, the black shirt he had on was clinging to his body and you also noticed how pretty he was in a very untraditional distinctive way. This clearly wasn't the time to think about all that but you couldn't help.
One guy even attacked him with a knife but your knight was faster than him, you watched those goons finally give up and run out of the alley once they realised they weren't winning against him, thankfully they didn't have a gun. You watched as your knight wiped the blood from his lips and combed his hair back with his fingers before he took out another cigarette and started to smoke as if nothing really had happened.
"Do you have a deathwish you foolish girl? I told you to leave" he said as he grabbed his hoodie from the floor and walked past you in a few strides.
"Ummm that was impressive, are you like a boxer or something?" you asked as you walked behind him, his apartment was right around the block and he just wanted to go home now but as he noticed you were trying to talk to him so he stopped walking and turned towards you.
"Taking this route late at night is unwise, you must know that right? You aren't dressed like a street harlot so that means you're just plain stupid aren't you?" You gasped as he insulted you in several different ways. Why was he being so mean?
"First of all I am not stupid, I just didn't want to miss my bus.. and i have a pepper spray" you tried to defend your decision even though you knew you shouldn't have taken this route.
"Oh yeah? And at what point were you going to use it?" He chuckled in an extremely condescending manner, he had a cute smile but you could tell it wasn't genuine. You weren't actually stupid.
"I just wanted to say thank you to you for protecting me ..you are hurt, you should get that checked out" you said softly so he glared at you for a moment before his features softened.
"Don't take this route ever again miss –"
"Y/n.. i work for the restaurant Cuisine waves..on the next block " He nodded as you said that and chuckled before he dragged a puff from his cigarette and turned around to leave.
He didn't even tell you his name, you didn't even know if you'll ever see him again, it was unlikely and almost impossible but you didn't know why you felt so drawn towards him, he seemed so.. broody and broken. Why was he out there, smoking all alone? The worst part was you had missed the bus that you wanted to take so badly that you didn't think even twice before putting yourself in danger.
At night as you laid down in your bed, safe, thanks to the rude mysterious knight you couldn't help but think about the mystery knight, he saved your life, he really did, you didn't even want to think about what could have happened to you if he wasn't there.
At first glance you thought he was just another homeless bum in the alley but he wasn't. You had noticed the British accent as well and you wondered if he was even from NYC.
"Stop thinking moron" you grumbled and tried to fall asleep, but it didn't come easy that night, you kind of felt scared about the situation you had gotten yourself in due to your reckless behaviour, it was traumatizing to think about what could have happened to you tonight. You needed to talk to your therapist about this sooner or later.
Next day the restaurant had a fairly easy day and you couldn't have been happier,
"A Cheese Burger for table 6 and the customer also wants for a chilled beer" the attending waitress Claire said so you nodded and started to prepare the order, once it was done you quickly put the order for the pick up,
"He's so damnn cute" Claire winked at you so you smiled, you didn't really have much today and your shift was almost over so you walked towards the door and peeked to see this supposedly cute guy. For Claire every other guy was cute so you weren't really expecting to see much but your eyes widened in shock as you saw the man from last night, your mystery knight. What was he doing there?
You clearly remembered telling him that you worked here.
He didn't come to see you right? Maybe he just lived nearby.
You didn't want to come across as desperate so you didn't really do anything about it. Once your shift was over you grabbed your bag, changed your clothes and stepped outside the restaurant, on the other side of the street you saw him again. Casually smoking, looking sexy as fuck.
You crossed the road and walked past him, you had no intention of disturbing him again but you stopped in your tracks as you heard his voice,
"You said you worked there" you smiled as he said that. So he was there for you.
"I do..I'm the Sous Chef, Mr. Cheese Burger" you turned around and he just stared at you as he took another drag from his cigarette, he passed the cigarette to you and tilted his head in a way to gesture you to take a hit. You took a few steps closer to him and he smelled so good, a hint of burnt smoke, beer and bergamot.
Taking the cigarette from his fingers you took a drag, perhaps he wasn't really expecting you to accept it because his mouth curved into a smile at the sight.
"You looked like a waitress to me" he looked into your eyes as he said that, you should have been offended by his words but the way he was looking at you so intensely made you feel flushed.
"So what should I call you? Do you have a name or Mr. Cheese Burger is fine?" He chuckled as you said that,
"Daemon..Daemon Targaryen" you nodded as he said that, his face went well with his name. It sounded posh like him.
"How do you make a living Daemon..I'm sure being a hero and protecting women is just a gig you have on the side" you kept your eyes on him as you both passed the cigarette back and forth.
"I have zero interest in being a hero or your hero sweetheart. I just happened to be there by chance. I teach MMA for a living by the way, my work comes in handy sometimes" you smiled as he said that, you weren't wrong about him being a fighter it seems.
"Well I appreciate it anyhow, you saved my life, I owe you one" he snickered again as you said that "I'll see you around…maybe" you turned around as you didn't want to come across as desperate for his attention, even though deep down you clearly were infatuated by him, but then you stopped as you heard his voice again.
"Owe me huh?" You turned to look at him, he was crushing the burnt butt of the cigarette beneath his boot and his eyes were no longer on you. "Wanna have a drink with me?" He finally looked up, and that's when you noticed how he barely had any hair on his brow bone, you didn't understand how a guy looked so strikingly handsome with four hair on his brows.
"Sure" you said before something would make him want to change his mind.
That's how you got to know Daemon Targaryen that night, he was everything you were not, you were needy and clingy while he acted as if he didn't care at all. Throughout the date, if you could call it that, not once he gave you any indication that he actually wanted to be there with you but at the same time every time he looked at you he burned you with deep sense of arousal, he looked at you as if he wanted to devour you. He wasn't trying to impress you at all like those other guys but maybe that's why you were getting so hooked onto him.
You weren't the type of girl to bed a man on the first date but you allowed him to take you home and he was very clear about his intentions,
"This is how it's going to be, you hear me darling? Don't get your emotions involved, I don't do that shit" he whispered against your mouth as he kissed you. After a few drinks you had ended up in his apartment and then in his bed, you weren't drunk or out of your mind so you knew you wanted him and he clearly wanted to fuck you.
"Yes sir"
"Good girl" when he took his shirt off you noticed every little scar on his body and there were many, your fingers immediately itched to touch the longest one of them on his right shoulder blade but he grabbed your hand and placed them over your head swiftly as if he was worried your touch would open those wounds again.
There was something wrong with him, something so broken and you wanted to figure him out like a piece of puzzle, you wanted to know why he was the way he was but everytime you even tried he distanced himself further. He'd leave you but then he'd come back and somehow you kept falling into his arms and his bed, over and over again, you kept falling in love with him. He was irresistible, like a moth to a flame you only got closer to him so he'd burn you more and more, even though you knew this wasn't what you needed in life.
You wanted a partner who'd take and give emotional affection and sometimes you did think he cared more than he showed but then he'd suppress it all again and the cycle continued.
"Fuck yeah…keep going pleaseee" you moaned in his ears as he thrusted in and out of you. He had you pressed against the wall and you just wanted him to keep going,
"Ohhh yeahhh? Want me to keep going? Then take that cock you fucking slut…take it" he cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately, sex was the only time when he showed you the least bit of affection but even then he fused his tender actions with rough words, all consented but you always felt as if he was scared of being hurt if he was to show you how he actually felt about you.
He told you it was just physical then why did he continue to see you again and again? If he didn't want to be yours then why you were the only one he was dating?
Both of you were in the club celebrating your birthday and he was there too, sipping on his drink and smoking on his cancer stick as he watched you move on the dance floor with your friends.
He wasn't fair to you, he knew that, he never wanted to get hooked to the way you melted in his arms but he couldn't help it, he felt helpless, he wanted to run far away from you and he even tried to do so but he failed every fucking time. He wanted to keep coming back to you as long as you'd tolerate him and he'd continue to do so for as long as you'd take his shitty behaviour.
He saw you walking towards him so he pretended to turn away as if he was never doting on you from the distance,
"Heyyyy Cheese Burger..Dance with me" he chuckled as you said that,
"Demanding today are we?" He said as he sipped on his drink, you looked at him up and down, he had a pastel shirt on with a loose fancy pair of pants, a long chain adorned his thick muscular neck, he was very sexy, both in and out of his clothes, you had seen both and you had seen it a plenty of times in the past few months.
"Well it's my birthday"
"You know I don't dance" you smiled as he said that but you grabbed his hand anyways to pull him on the dance floor. He groaned but for once he didn't protest. It was your birthday and making you cry tonight wasn't something he wanted to do.
He just moved against you slowly not really putting much effort into the act of dancing, he wished he was fucking you instead, his hands stayed on your hips as you grinded against him shamelessly. His eyes glanced over to the guy that kept staring at your behind, the dress you had on perfectly accentuated your curves.
"What are you looking at?" You giggled as you followed his eye line and noticed the guy behind you,
"You know that rat faced twat back there?" He asked you so you shook your head.
"Can't say that I do" you smirked and he placed his fingers on your chin to make you look up at him before he kissed you and he kissed you so deeply, tongue and all, as if he was trying to send a message that you belonged to him. Daemon wasn't an irrational guy, he didn't get jealous often, this wasn't supposed to be that type of relationship as he always told you but for some reason he couldn't tolerate how that guy was looking at you so brazenly.
He didn't do anything though, he let it go, he kept his cool and his hands to himself but then that guy bumped into you on purpose and made a nasty comment about your body..
"Shouldn't have done that –" you weren't even done speaking to that arse before your boyfriend had dragged him by the collar to take him outside of the club and then proceeded to beat the hell out of him, you had to get in between him and the guy just to get him under control, you feared someday his anger would get the worst of him and he'd kill someone. Perhaps he already had, if someone had told you that you'd believe them in an instant.
He took you home that night and fucked you million ways to Sunday but as his hunger was finally sated he got up, pulled out a pack of cigarette and left you all alone on the bed to smoke the night away.
Daemon Targaryen wasn't exactly normal, he was torned and broken, and he was selfish to his core, there was something in his past that kept him on edge all the time, there was something that made him afraid of falling in love again, something that made him want to detest physical affection and he had been like this for seven years now. He was waiting for you to give up on him like those other girls did that he had casually dated before you, he deserved that too. But the moment he had met you in that alley he knew you'd end up becoming the bane of his existence and you'll be the one to make him face his fears again, the truth of his past was just waiting to be uncovered.
He just hoped you'd be willing to stay by his side once you had him all figured out, he hoped you'd be willing to be completely his even though he feared he'd never love you the way you deserve to be loved. He knew he'd never truly love anyone again.
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Note : I'm thinking of writing 4-5 parts to this depending if anyone wants it. Gotta say I am enjoying writing about him.
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taycqllet · 9 months
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The princess and the frog
pairing: jacaerys velaryon x reader
summary: Reader is ambitious and hard working, she dreams with opening the most famous and refine bakery of King's Landing. Her dreams will divert when she meets prince Jacaerys Velaryon, heir to the iron throne and son of Queen Rhaenyra Tragaryen. The two will embark an adventure through the swamps of Westeros to search for a solution of their little amphibious problem.
warnings: witchery
author's note: first time doing a fanfic with reader insert!! and in english too! please be nice and if anything is wrong with the fic you can tell me!!
--this is also a fic inspired in the princess and the forg (obvs) so there will be a lot of similarities and differences too
--this is a nice and cute fic, there will be no big warnings, and it's for pure fun only, 'cause it can be hard sometimes too find not angsty fics (not only for this character but for many and many)
--if u wish to be tagged just tell me! i'll do it :)
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sanbond · 10 days
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It would be an interesting AU where daemon doest not like Rhaenyra and sides with the greens by marrying his both daughters to aegon and aemond.
This will become more interesting if Rhaenyra's children are velaryons.
And both laena and leanor are alive.
Who will rhaenys and corlys support.
Their grandsons or their granddaughters.
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Demon Panty and Stocking and Angel Scanty and Kneesocks
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A Panty and Stocking alternate universe where Scanty and Kneesocks aren't demons and they're now angels, and Panty and Stocking are now demons.
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zal-cryptid · 5 months
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SANCTVS ▪︎ RELIQVIRIVM ▪︎ ANIMVS
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SR #5674 and SCP #7511
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anamazingangie · 17 days
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Fire + Ice : What if Rhaenyra fought by Daemon's side in the Stepstones?
Edits were inspired by/made for Battlefields by calenlily, a fanfic which explores this concept.
More from this set -> {Fire Set} {Ice Set} {Fire & Ice}
More edits under the tag #angie edits! If you repost please link back x
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dreamlandcreations · 8 months
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The Pirate Queen AU
pirate!Daemon Targaryen x Pirate Queen Rhaenys' daughter!Reader
• moodboards masterlist •
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Caraxes the Blood Wyrm.
Gasp what’s this? A surprise series??? YES a new series about the known dragons, I suck at drawing original dragons so I am using Wings of Fire drawings as my dragon references.
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goodqueenaly · 5 months
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What do you think would happen if Baela and Rhaena were boys? They couldn’t be betrothed to Jace and Luke, so trying to handle the Velaryon succession would be less easy. Do you think it’s at all possible that Rhaenyra may have let Baela be lord of Driftmark ahead of Luke, on no gender inheritance of Laena being Laenor’s older sister?
I think the story would change very significantly, with a number of different potential divergent points that could have substantially altered the plot. Would Daemon and Laena even tried to have more children, with the arrival of two presumably healthy sons, and thus would Laena have still died in childbirth in 120 AC (and would Daemon consequently have tried to marry Rhaenyra thereafter)? How would these male-line Targaryen princes, sons of the man who had once presented himself as the king’s heir presumptive, have fit into the green-versus-black rivalries at court in the waning years of Viserys I’s reign? To whom would Rhaenyra have betrothed her Velaryon sons, if anyone, when IOTL she seemed set on using their betrothals to make a statement to her father and the green faction? Even supposing boy!Rhaena and boy!Baela had the same dragons at the start of the Dance that their counterparts IOTL did (that is, Rhaena with an egg, Baela with a dragon she had not yet ridden), would they have been dispatched as squires out in the field at any point during the Dance? Where indeed would they have been during the Dance, and how would those positions have affected the taking of Dragonstone (if that still happened)? How would they have been seen in the aftermath of the Dance (assuming they lived so long), and would they have been thought of as potential alternate successors (as I was once asked about their short-lived brother Baelon)? These are just some of the questions that might have arisen in this scenario.
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lokisprettygirl · 8 months
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Series Masterlist (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader)
Non Canon Modern Au
Brokenhearted (18+) (Angst, Fluff, Smut)
Summary: You meet a former MMA player and there was an undeniable attraction between you two but you knew he wasn’t the type of man you ever wanted or dreamt of ending up with. He was distant, emotionally unavailable and reclusive. There was something in his past that had destroyed his ability to show love, he was as toxic as he was irresistible and you couldn’t stop wanting him no matter how bad he was for you. But like they say there's always more to man then what he's showing you.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
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destroyerofnations92 · 2 months
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Chapter two of the girl in the green dress was posted on my Patreon. If you like Team Black and/or Daemyra stories, go take a look! There is a one-week free trial for all prospective patrons.
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Why would Alicent do this? What did she have to gain by purposely arriving late to his daughter’s betrothal feast? Making matters even worse, she wore that blasted green gown despite the seamstresses having crafted her a nigh-invaluable dress in the colours of House Targaryen on Viserys’ command—to show the Kingdoms they stood united as a House and as a dynasty, as the king had informed his lady wife the supper after it was delivered to her.
By wearing her family’s colours, his consort had openly declared allegiance to her father’s house over her husband’s—a grave insult on its own. Making matters even worse was the colour. King Viserys prayed that none might take this as a declaration of war upon Rhaenyra—even if Alicent might have meant it as such. After all, green is what the beacon burned when the Hightower called its banners to war.
Viserys could not understand where Alicent got the audacity to do such a thing, nor why. Unlike her banished father, his lady wife had never felt the need to try and advance her son’s position. Where Otto had tried to convince him multiple times that for the good of the realm Aegon should be named heir, his queen consort had always kept quiet. While she did not oppose her father’s words, she did not openly support them either. This was an abrupt escalation and it baffled the king.
The king’s eyes flitted around the throne room as his consort painstakingly slowly made her way toward the high table, where the Targaryens and Velaryons sat. Many seemed displeased with her actions—giving Viserys a tentative measure of peace—though others seemed amused or downright pleased.
The Lannister blowhard was smirking widely, no doubt still insulted that he was not chosen as Rhaenyra’s consort and at the king’s harsh dressing down of him at Aegon’s second name day celebrations. The Hightower contingent was the most pleased with their scion’s loud and unsubtle signal. Alicent had allowed herself to be turned into a symbol of her father’s ambitions and her familial house’s greed. Viserys understood now why Lord Hobert and his kin wore green that eve, despite it not being their house colours—his queen had conspired with her Hightower kin behind his back.
Viserys was pleased to see that both the Vale and the North were properly annoyed at the display. As was his great-uncle, who was looking at his wife as if she was vermin. The king could not proclaim to have ever had a close relationship with Lord Boremund Baratheon, his father and then Viserys becoming heir had made that nigh impossible for Rhaenys was his niece—born of his beloved sister’s womb. Nonetheless, he had remained a loyal vassal, and as such it gladdened Viserys that House Baratheon would continue that tradition.
The high table was silent—none dared to speak. Rhaenyra seemed to be in shock at Alicent’s inexplicable actions, while the Velaryons were outright insulted. It was the sudden screeching of a chair and its harsh banging on the floor as it was thrown back that had many tear their gazes away from the queen consort, who had paused at the violent sound, and turned it to the high table.
Predictably it was Daemon who had decided to make a ruckus, though the rage upon his face was something Viserys had never witnessed before. The Rogue Prince swiftly marched toward the king, bypassing the Hand and the empty chair of the freshly arrived queen, and grabbed Viserys by the upper arm, jostling him around, “What are you going to do about this mockery aimed at your daughter?”
Though Daemon whispered, to Viserys it felt like a shout. The king was unable to answer, instead merely stuttering an insufficient reply, “I… I don’t,” Viserys furrowed his brows in confusion. No full sentence seemed willing to be spoken. It was almost as if all reason or thought had left him in the face of his brother’s fiery rage.
“Either you intervene or I shall. Your Andal whore has spat upon your heir, humiliating her for all to see! At her wedding no less!” Daemon whispered-hissed in his ear whilst still painfully gripping his arm, “You must ensure none see her little rebellion as viable.”
Viserys wished to protest but mayhaps for the first time in his life, he was frightened of his brother and loudly winced at the pain he was inflicting upon him—Daemon had never physically harmed him before.
When the king did nought, his brother let out the harshest and most guttural noise of disgust before harshly pushing him down in his chair, “You are so pathetically weak. Making you king was the gravest error I ever made, for the insult I levied onto the Gods that day by raising up a toothless dragon is unforgivable.”
Slouched in his chair, the fifth Lord of the Seven Kingdoms watched from his throne chair as his brother marched down the dais toward Queen Alicent. Though all stood, as etiquette and tradition dictated, none seemed willing to intervene and stop the enraged dragon from approaching their queen consort.
It did not take long before he arrived where Alicent stood frozen, staring at the feral dragon with wide eyes, and with an open-handed smack to her face, Daemon dropped her to the ground.
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raybyanothername · 1 year
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I have considered a Jocelyn Baratheon Lives AU. Now I must consider... Queen Alysanne the Targaryen Matchmaker.
First off, I think she would have absolutely terrified the Small Council when they dared to pressure Viserys into remarriage. She also would have had Silverwing directly behind her while explaining to Viserys why he is an Absolute Idiot for his decision in that bedchamber. Really channeling her big sister Rhaena in that moment.
King or not, you do not cross your grandmother when she has a dragon and you do not.
She would then promptly maneuver Alicent in to Daemon's path. It's not hard. The girl is Rhaenyra's best friend. She even gave the prince her favor at that last tourney, after besting her brother at that. This match would secure another line of succession, keep Daemon in the capitol, and have the added benefit of pissing Otto Hightower off even as it gave their house a stronger footing. Wins all around as far as Alysanne is concerned.
The marriage to Rhea Royce is easily annulled given it was never consummated and neither party wants it. With Rhaenyra as heir, the Vale is securely on their side. With Alicent married to Daemon, so is the Reach.
Now Alicent's four children can have an *active* and *attentive* father. There's still the succession rumors, but Rhaenyra and Alicent are still friendly so it's less of a thing. Plus, Alysanne has Plans.
He is still Daemon, of course, and a tryst with Laena at Rhaenyra's wedding leads to the twins. Alysanne may strangle her grandson for that one day... but she has them legitimized as Velaryons. Corlys and Laena are cool with this. Rhaenys is definitely on Team Strangle Daemon. Laena gets to raise her girls on Driftmark and fly Vhagar every day.
Alternatively, Laena marries Viserys later on. The twins still happen. He loses a second wife in childbirth, which Alysanne will point out is why she told him *not* to do that.
Rhaenyra still marries Laenor, because Lyonel Strong is the only person on the Small Council that gives decent advice. Or so Alysanne believes from the few times she makes herself sit through the nonsense.
Every time anyone tries to make a Strong boys joke, Alysanne just appears with a portrait of her sweet baby sister Jocelyn and a pointed question about ignoring their Baratheon heritage. This has the added benefit of making Boros Baratheon feel more connected to the royal family. Stormlands support secure, especially once Daeron is sent to foster there instead of Oldtown.
Now, Alysanne just has to figure out how to secure the line of sucession when all of Rhaenyra's boys have a thing for Daemon's sons. She passes peacefully in her sleep instead. A note is left on her bedside table for Viserys that essentially reads: 'don't fuck up my hard work.'
The Dance is averted. The Drama is not.
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Two Demons and Two Angels (PASWG AU)
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Some more Demon Panty and Stocking and Angel Scanty and Kneesocks fanart I did.
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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, House of the Dragon (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aegon III Targaryen/Daenaera Velaryon, Lyonel Hightower/Samantha Tarly Hightower, Viserys II Targaryen/Alyn Velaryon, Viserys II Targaryen/Elysa of Tyrosh (OC), Laena Velaryon (Daughter of Alyn)/Rhaegar Targaryen (Son of Daemon/OC), Alicent Hightower/Daemon Targaryen, Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen, Garmund Hightower/Rhaena Targaryen (Daughter of Daemon) Additional Tags: Wedding, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Age Difference, Dysfunctional Family, Targcest | Targaryen Incest (A Song of Ice and Fire), Polyamory Negotiations, Threesome - F/M/M, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Dysfunctional Relationships, Light Angst Series: Part 20 of Family Portrait
Summary: Another wedding. No murders, but everyone is very horny.
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