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jaeedraszaerysz · 10 months

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YOU CANT EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED ☆ JOFFREY BARATHEON

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Warnings: joffrey obviously, swearing, mentions of murder and war, mentions of incest.

Summary: being joffrey baratheons cupbearer as the last targaryen in Kings landing was bound to be eventful, just not in the way that pleases you. Until...

Notes: reader is FEMALE also to fit in with the context of this fic, joffrey is around 17-18 and the reader is 19 ish making her 6 years younger than viserys and 4 years older than daenerys in season 1

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Being born a targaryen was like a game of Russian roulette. You were either blessed with great kindness and gentleness or cursed with madness and cruelty. In your case, it had been the former thankfully.

According to the maesters and other occupants of Kings landing you had been the most peaceful of the three targaryen babies to have been born of aerys II, the mad king. You had never cried or wailed or screamed, only smiled and attempted to befriend any lord, lady, knight or servant who came to cross your path.

But when the rebellion came and your father was dethroned and executed by jaime lannister your life had been flipped. Your brother rhaegar was dead along with all of his children, your other brother viserys and your mother, pregnant with another targaryen had fled, leaving you.

You didn't know why. You were still only a child of 3. No one else seemed to know either. So, Robert baratheon, the new king of the seven Kingdoms, decided to keep you. You were to be raised in Kings landing by a nurse and tywin lannister, having worked on your father's council before his death, made sure that you were educated properly.

By the time you had turned ten years of age, it was almost that your taragryen lineage had been forgotten, except for the obvious snowy hair and violet eyes. But no one that actually mattered seemed to pay attention to it any more.

You had grown close to cersei lannister in your teenage years, despite her being almost twenty years older than yourself. She was nice to you and as you grew, so did her eldest son, Prince joffrey. And then her others, princess myrcella and Prince tommen.

You were a bright girl, smart and kind. You had even been known to summon a smile from the Knight commonly referred to as the hound, sandor clegane. However, you had very little friends and were often seen wandering around or sitting by the flowers in the gardens, staring out into the sea or the city below.

By the time you had turned ten and seven you were truly a sight to behold, having inherited the targaryen beauty of your ancestors. But, as the small council came to realise that marrying off the only targaryen in westeros to a rich or powerful lord may not have been the most amazing idea, the king decided to appoint you as joffreys cupbearer.

You were good for the job, you listened attentively, you were smart and quick. And most importantly there wasn't anything distinct about you that joffrey could complain of and have you removed for.

So that's what became of you. You became his cupbearer and followed him around the red keep, accompanied him on his hunts or his short journeys and poured his wine, brought him his food, or anything else he asked for. Of course you were not immune to his cruelty, the opposite actually. He often mocked your unnatural eyes and Strangely perfect competition, he called you a witch, trying to enchant the castle and accused you of whoring about with the knights although you had never been with anyone.

He overworked you and reprimanded you but you were always there to listen, happy to be given a chance. He noticed this and it aggravated him. To see someone who was supposed to be miserable so joyous at the idea of bringing the king his meals and wine and suffering his abuse day and night for the rest of his or her life.

It confused him, how he had his ways so easily with you but not through fear, anger or blackmail, but through pure loyalty and gratitude that your life had been spared and you had been given a chance and something other than death or imprisonment.

He wasn't stupid. He heard the Lords and ladies whisper as you walled behind him. He heard the knights mock as you passed by. Eventually it grew to anger him slightly whenever your name was put down or insulted.

Only he was allowed to do that. And that in mind, joffrey became rather possessive of you in a way.

You listened to him rant. Listened to his drone on about his parents or the peasants or his siblings. About the food and the weather and the sheets. About everything.

And that is how you ended up here, stood in his chambers, listening to him speak of the lady sansa stark and his new betrothal to her. And listening to him rave about how he was still expected to marry the traitors daughter. And you knew ned stark was no such a man, and you were sure he did to, but you listened all the same.

He paced quickly around the room, hands behind his back, until he was called for a meeting of the small council. He was quite busy as of late, what with stannis baratheons army, renly baratheons army aswell now. And the north's new rebellion, robb stark, son of the late ned, proclaiming himself king in the North and marching closer by the day.

Joffrey was the king now, and he was much more cruel as of late, and you thought about it on your way back to your chambers that night. They had been decent enough to give you a separate room in the servants quarters, what with your family name and the risks of you forming alliances that had become more prominently discussed in the recent months you had noticed.

You had heard that viserys was marrying off your sister to the dothraki khal in exchange for an army but the conversation was dropped a while ago.

You had changed into your nightgown and were now stood, brushing your hair gently and staring out of your window to the crashing waves below. They calmed you, but that calm was interrupted by a harsh collection of violent knocks at your door.

You had set aside the brush and quickly gone to answer. Noticing it was joffrey which was unusual as he always sent someone for you, never venturing anywhere near the servants end of the castle.

"Whatever is the matter, your grac-"

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you, burying his head into your neck. He held you in an embrace and you were stunned for a moment, eyes wide and staring at sandor clegane who stood across the hall and shrugged and you.

You had slowly and anxiously returned the hug, moving your hand gently up and down his back as he slowly began to cry. It was almost silent hut you could feel him shaking.

"Your grace, do you-" you let out a breath. "Do you want to come in and sit for a moment?"

He nodded into your shoulder and you guided him into your room, ignoring the silent laughs from the hound as you closed the door, sitting joffrey down on your bed, he rested himself against the headboard, on the side closest to the window.

You had quickly grabbed him a cup of water and offered it to him, he took it and you stood infront of him cautiously.

"Are you alright, your grace?" You asked quietly.

He stopped his slow crying for a moment and looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours.

"I'm a terrible king. I don't know what to do about all the stupid Lords and ladies constantly wanting my attention. I don't know what to do about uncle renly or uncle stannis, about robb stark or my mother or anything."

Your face softened with sympathy for the boy king slightly as you replied.

"You are no such thing, your grace. War is a strange and chaotic thing, no one ever really, truly knows what to do. You're handling it well I'm sure of it, your grace."

He looked down into his lap and them out if the window and into the dark sky.

"Do you really think so?"

"I do, your grace."

He paused and and studied your face, your beautiful eyes and hair, your skin and lips, your figure and everything else about you.

"Why are you nice to me? I am nothing but cruel to you and yet you are happy to serve me. You listen and you don't tire of me. Why?"

"Because, your grace," you spoke softly. "I cannoted ever repay the generosity your family had shown me and I do not find it a chore to listen to you. I do not have any friends, I do not have people to speak to for no one ever wants the risk of speaking to the mad Kings Daughter. But you, your grace, you speak to me, about everything. About your problems, about your feelings. You don't see me as the targaryen girl, you see me as your cupbearer. Nothing more, nothing less, your grace."

You say nervously on the end of your bed, gazing at him. He gestured for you to sit closer and so you shuffled up the bed until you too were leaned against the headboard.

"Your grace, it is improper for someone such as yourself to be laying in such a room, are you sure I cannot escort you back to your chambers, get you some food or some wine?"

He didn't not reply, he just yet again stared out of the window.

"I think of you as much more than that you know." He mumbled.

"I'm sorry, your grace?" You asked, confounded by the statement.

"I think of you as much more than just my cupbearer. Much more."

"Your grace, i am afraid I do not understand quite what you are implyi-"

He lent forward slightly as cupped your check with his hand, his beautiful brown eyes staring into your own vivid, violet ones. He tinged his head slightly and kissed you.

His lips were soft and warm, his kiss gentle. Not at all like you had expected. He pulled away slowly, still keeping eye contact.

"Your grace, i-"

"Joffrey."

"I, I'm sorry i-" he placed a finger over your lips, shushing you softly.

"Just joffrey."

And he kissed you again, this time much more passionately, your lips moving in sync with each other and your heartbeats rising, bodies getting closer and closer.

And that is how you stayed until the morning when cersei found you both, but she never said a word, to either of you, instead choosing to leave quietly.

As she walked back down the corridor, she was joined by tyrion lannister and she looked down at him.

"Well that certainly was not expected to happen any time soon." He stated.

"Well, dear brother, you can't expect the unexpected, can you?

#joffrey baratheon #joffrey lannister #game of thrones #got imagine #joffrey baratheon x reader #joffrey #game of thrones x reader #imagine

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dreamymoonpearl · 24 days

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The son of the royal marriage of princes Jacaerys and Lucerys, Joffrey Targaryen, in his name day with a new friend, Benjicot Blackwood.

Joffrey really likes Ben, he told him to call him that way, he is one year younger than him but he is more tall!

#lucerys velaryon #jacaerys targaryen #Joffrey #jaceluke #Joffrey is the firstborn children of JaceLuke #AU #Joffrey and Ben are childhood friends!

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hotcupofdragons · 1 year

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Tom Glynn-Carner answering some questions at the Game of Throned Fan Convention!

#tom glynn carney #house of the dragon #game of thrones #asoiaf #aegon the usurper #aegon the second #aegon targaryen #hotdcentral #asoiafdaily #GoT #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #ewan mitchell #Joffrey #aemond targaryen

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brokecherry · 1 year

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luke, watching daeron and joffrey’s pda: omg u guys get a room

also luke, wrapped around aemond like a leech, whispering about taking his other eye: what are u guys staring at :)

#lucemond #hotd #aemond #lucerys #fanfic #ao3 #daeron #joffrey

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inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 · 1 year

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MY DARKEST DESIRE (joffrey baratheon x dark! reader)

Joffrey Baratheon x yandere! Reader

2 of 3

TW: mentions of death and unhealthy behaviors.

Sorry if there are wording errors, I have translated it to google because English is not my first language.

You growled in frustration in the solitude of your room. It had been nearly two months since your last talk with Loras Tyrell and the chances of a public alliance with them had disappeared. Apparently, a wily Cersei Lannister noticed your interactions thanks to a traitorous prostitute of your father's and commented on your after-meal outings to Tywin Lannister, foolishly believing it to be a point in her favor.

The idiot ended up with an engagement to marry the uninterested Loras, an anxious Margaery and the death of Ros.

You swallowed quickly when you found out how she had died.

His cold words still echo in your head.

"That happens if you despise the Baelish."

As if you hadn't seen firsthand the beautiful, tragic body of your former ally, her frozen tears and expression of eternal horror. Vaguely, you stroked one of her red locks as she was taken away to be buried in a mass grave without any ceremony or anyone to mourn her. No, that's weakness. That happens to the weak ones.

The cunning ones always win.

You walked vaguely to untie the fancy hairstyle you wore today; it was better to concentrate on something else when those useless thoughts started. Noticing the yellow blanket adorning the wall, you thought of another element of the big plan.

Joffrey Baratheon, the bastard.

Growing up at court, you were introduced to him on his fifth name day. He was a wee lad who enjoyed beating other children with lower positions to complain about, throwing pieces of cake at his sister while she cried, and killing animals like birds with broken wings and baby rabbits with twigs. You came forward and recited the words your father had taught you. Joffrey gave you a bored look as you spoke and dragged you into his playground with the other children. You knew the rules, but watching him tear out that little red-haired boy's hair was enough for you. You stood up and knocked him down with a kick, he looked at you in surprise because no one laid a hand on him until now. Obviously, that would have given serious reprisals for your father and you, however, you lied saying it was the redhead himself and that Joffrey was confused because he hit his head, you did so well that they believed you. You were relieved until your progenitor told you how the poor boy was whipped and how his family was quietly removed from the court. You felt so bad that you told him, to your surprise, he was proud and even happy, he gave you a talk to better convince people and explained what to do if something similar happened with Joffrey.

You reviewed the events of this morning. From Cersei's hurried journey with her betrothed to Highgarden, Tyrion Lannister's appointment as Hand of the King by the Lannister lion himself, and Jaime Lannister's hasty wedding to Rosemund of Lannisport, you could rarely have a peaceful time when King Joffrey was around. His mother was gone, his father also to Casterly Rock, he was often controlled by his grandfather, and his only release was to torment the maids and his uncle Tyrion who rarely let himself be seen. Margaery told you of her fear that he would do you any harm, you replied that, despite being a maid, you were thorn-proof. Your relationship with her was going quite well: Olenna asked you about Joffrey's activities in her granddaughter's absence after finally convincing her of your loyalty; both women mentioned cautiously about a possible marriage with Willas, more adult and powerful than your former betrothed, but of a boring character according to your father's words, and questioned you about the personality of the second son, Tommen.

Everything seemed to be going well, but it was not. You knew what they were plotting and that annoyed you greatly, an assassination that would shake the house of the lion and strengthen the Tyrell power over the crown. That didn't bother you because it was to your advantage, however, you didn't want to see Joffrey being finished off by the Tyrells.

You wanted to kill King Joffrey with your own hands.

You let out a groan as you found yourself almost naked on your bed. The thought of Joffrey paralyzed on the floor brought another moan and the conviction to masturbate; imagining him with an expression of fear was enough to caress your clitoris; and the thought of his tears of horror and submission was enough to touch you harder.

You closed your eyes. Your hands going to his neck with no one around to stop you, him trying to push you away with his clumsy efforts, watching his neck redden, seeing drops of blood from the pressure exerted, unspoken words dominating his lips and finally his lifeless expression.

A moan of pleasure flooded your lips. But from afar it was not enough for tonight.

After your ninth orgasm, you thought vaguely about how his presence would be wrenched from you and how it would influence Baelish destiny. No, there was nothing you could do but obey and see how he would die for the relatives of your lever. Tiredness dominated your head, tucking you in with your blankets, there was only one coherent thought: Not obeying.

You watched the Iron Throne along with the others as King Joffrey displayed his cruelty. The Tyrells were visiting some chamber of a vassal house, loathsome enough to stray away for a few hours, while you stood near your father with the nobles gathered like shivering chickens in a henhouse, and both shared the same vision, but with different goals. : he sitting comfortably as king of the seven kingdoms and you, taking Joffrey by his cloak causing him wounds by the edge of the swords and dragging him like a dog with the sole purpose of seeing him suffocate by the pressure of his own cloak.

Both thoughts were not compatible and you knew that well.

The screams of pain did not distract you, but Tommen's gaze did, the poor boy was holding back tears from the monstrosities committed by his brother. He's too innocent for Westeros, too whiny to get used to violence when he's lived with Joffrey his whole life, and not at all cunning. Too weak.

Being with the Tyrells would do him good. Even if it's just a piece of the game.

You pursed your lip. You were not a player, that place is for your beloved father, you were just a valuable piece. That was good right? He has been for years and years, for your entire life. Why change? Father can be an excellent king; he just needs the necessary push. But the order of the pushes can change, right?

"I'm done for today." The king's proud voice brought you back to reality.

“My king, please…”

Seeing how the citizens were beaten calmed you down. Everything was running its course.

"Let's go, dear daughter." Your father pushed you away with his classic paternal man role, you smiled following his ruse.

"Stop there! Your king commands you."

They turned around confused.

“Lady Baelish, I have received word that you have cured my brother, Prince Tommen, of yellow fever with your healing knowledge along with the maester.” Joffrey's annoying voice grew closer; you could feel your father's machinations in his head. "Therefore, I invite you to hang out in the king's personal dining room, if I'm feeling generous I could offer you a medicine box for your woman skills."

Feeling the perfect opportunity to make your fantasies come true, the satisfaction of knowing the answer was greater.

"My beloved daughter accepts your offer, your grace."

"Well, it's a unique opportunity, she couldn't turn it down."

The blush on your cheeks only increased as did King Joffrey's shit-eating grin.

“I will show you my gratitude for all the goodwill you have had with me all this time…, your highness.”

The sinister shine of your eyes was not noticed by anyone.

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jedimaesteryoda · 1 year

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The fight on the Trident between Robert and Rhaegar has images of Indo-European myth, eg Perun v. Veles of Slavic myth. Perun god of storms, fertility and war, kills Veles with his war hammer, a dragon god of music, magic, and the underworld, driving him into the watery realm after the latter steals Perun’s wife.

Veles’ body would release rain (Rhaegar’s released rubies) as the battle itself represented the changing of the seasons.

Spring:

Rhaegar is representative of spring the season of hopes, new beginnings and transformation. The Crown Prince was highly intelligent, skilled at arms enough to be knighted at 17, physically attractive and with a skill at playing harp and composing songs as a bonus. He was a young king in waiting of purported promise carrying the hopes of many for the future after his mad father’s inevitable passing.

It was a Year of False Spring with many hopes: Rickard's matches for just kids, Jaime's induction into the Kingsguard, Lyanna's relationship with Rhaegar and Littlefinger's dream for Cat's hand ending disastrously. Rhaegar died a seedling, in that he died before he got to be crowned, a dream never realized. His actions marked a new beginning for the realm with House Baratheon’s transformation as the royal house, and conceiving Jon, a potential new beginning for House Targaryen.

Summer:

Robert presides over a long summer during his reign of epicurean plenty. He himself is a king of summer being a fertile, jolly fat man fathering many children; a hedonist gone to seed who enjoys feasting, drinking, philandering, tourneys, hunts and other forms of leisure. He ultimately dies while doing one of those leisure activities: hunting. His death marks the death of the peaceful, prosperous summer to be replaced by a time of war and famine under the rule of House Lannister.

Autumn:

Joffrey is a king of autumn, a season represented by plenty alongside death. He is a violent young man quick and gleeful to have people executed as he sits the Iron Throne victorious. His bloody reign is marked by death with people dying from the War of Five Kings, and the fruits of the victors are enjoyed before winter comes and they are taken away. The Lannisters, Freys and Boltons enjoy their rewards before their demise symbolized by Joffrey being poisoned at his extravagant wedding to the Tyrells which seemingly secured his reign. House Lannister’s rule is coming to an end now that winter has come.

Winter:

Jon is a king of winter, a brooding young man who has endured much hardship and loss and commands at the Wall where the Long Night comes. Death surrounded his birth with his mother dying from the complications of his birth, the death of the Kingsguard and Ned’s friends at his birthplace and born at the end of Robert’s Rebellion.

As Ned said:

"When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.”

As a leader, Jon embodies this thinking, joining people together including former foes and healing rifts between parties like Karstarks with the Starks, wildlings with the Night’s Watch and Northmen, and later House Targaryen with House Stark, culminating in joining all the realm together against the Long Night.

#asoiaf #robert baratheon #rhaegar targaryen #jon snow #joffrey #joffrey baratheon #season change #a game of thrones

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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year

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I'm curious why do you think Criston went unpunished after the stunt he pulled at Rhaenyra's wedding? I know Viserys is conflict avoidant but still

oh sure there are a few different reasons:

first of all, physically fighting or even killing someone is considered to be a justified response to insulting someone's honor in westeros. think of willem blackwood, the little kid who petitioned for rhaenyra's hand, and then killed another lord for calling him craven. this is also why no one bats an eye at baela and then jace punching aemond for insulting them verbally. criston claiming that joffrey insulted his honor, or potentially propositioned him, would be accepted as a reason for killing him. joffrey's reputation as a gay man would very much work against him here if criston went the "he came onto me" route.

this justification of violence is especially true if the attacker is of equal or higher station than the victim. joffrey is not a royal or a lord- he is merely a knight, and there's no mention of him being the son of lord lonmouth, so it's unlikely he'd ever hold a formal noble or royal rank. and criston is not just any knight, he's a kingsguard, which is a highly revered position.

there is also the aspect of criston having alicent's support following the incident. remember, viserys is conflict avoidant and right around this point in time has begun to realize that alicent never liked him and probably resents him. if she asked for criston to be her protector, viserys would see it as an easy way to ease any tension between them and would be likely to look past the incident at the wedding.

lastly, there's corlys velaryon. he'd be treated as the injured party in this situation, as the head of house velaryon. this is because joffrey was a guest of the velaryons during the wedding, and because corlys's son was the one most upset by the incident (and also was struck in the commotion). if corlys did not seek revenge, the matter would be treated as settled, regardless of what others like laenor wanted. and i am completely certain that corlys was happy to let the matter slide. after all, right before this we have a conversation between corlys and rhaenys where it's clear that corlys disapproves of laenor's sexuality and his male lover(s) and wants that put aside so laenor can focus on his marriage to rhaenyra. corlys would be more likely to shake criston's hand for getting rid of laenor's boytoy so corlys didn't have to than to want a punishment.

tldr: criston got away with killing joffrey because violence is very normalized in westeros, joffrey was only a knight, criston was lucky to have alicent's support at a time where viserys wanted to appease her, and corlys was likely happy to have joffrey out of the way.

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enigma-the-mysterious · 2 years

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I have figured out my taste in otp. It's "Princess/Queen x The Himbo Knight who chugs down his Respect Women juice and is sworn to protect her"

Bonus:

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rosaluxembae · 1 year

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A lot of the Lannisters (including close maternal cousins) are just pretty normal, more or less decent people. So obviously there's Myrcella and Tommen but also Kevan and Daven and Genna. They all seem pretty well balanced individuals with healthy relationships with the rest of their family.

Then you have Jaime, Cersei and Tyrion, who you're supposed to dislike at the start but as the series goes on you're supposed to end up somewhere between "vaguely more sympathetic understanding why they ended up like that", and "actually liking them because they're really just misunderstood". They're more open to interpretation (where on that spectrum they are for you depends on which character you're talking about and who the reader is). Regardless of what you think if them, none of them are exactly normal or healthy tho. (There's also Lancel who doesn't exactly have a normal healthy relationship with his cousins)

It's only really Tywin and Joffrey that *really* suck. Even those two you're supposed to understand a bit why they ended up like that but I think in a less sympathetic way than the three siblings.

But I think when people say The Lannisters they normally think of the most fucked up ones. I mean it partly makes sense because if their proximity to the plot but it's interesting that they're actually fairly rare.

#asoiaf #house Lannister #Lannister #tywin #cersei #jaime #joffrey #tommen #Myrcella #tywin lannister #cersei lannister #jaime lannister #joffrey baratheon #tommen baratheon #myrcella baratheon #kevan lannister #daven Lannister #genna lannister

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clearlyaginger · 9 months

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will reveal the question in one week's time. Please reblog and send to a friend so we get more votes in.

#poll #tumblr poll #tumblr polls #funny #lol #quiz #renaissance faire #pc #space #mars #neurodivergent #joffrey #game of thrones #or IS it?#🤣

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heckofabecca · 11 months

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Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen

#joffrey #myrcella #tommen #asoiaf art #asoiaf #my art

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dreamymoonpearl · 24 days

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He couldn't believe that he had really created such a beautiful baby with Lucerys, brown hair and eyes, giggling happy and his dragon egg was still warm between his sheets...he just couldn't stop admiring him, Joffrey Targaryen was a delight to see.

And Jace could only think, “I want another child, he will need a brother to play and train in the future”

#lucerys velaryon #jacaerys targaryen #Joffrey #Joffrey is the firstborn children of JaceLuke #AU #jaceluke

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brokecherry · 11 months

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in ch3 of ‘be still, my foolish heart’ I present

1) aegon shamelessly flirting with jace and baela

2) joffrey’s unhinged dialogue that only daeron hears

3) cute rhaena/helaena friendship

4) aemond obsessed with luke’s freckles

5) so much fucking pda

#lucemond #fanfic #hotd #aemond #lucerys #ao3 #update #fanfic authors #daeron #joffrey #rhaena #aegon #jace #baela #helaena

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inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 · 1 year

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MY DARKEST DESIRE (joffrey baratheon x dark! reader)

Joffrey Baratheon x yandere! Reader

PART 1 OF 3

*I am sorry for the inappropriate use that this text can present in English, I have translated it on google.

TW: NON-CON, emotional manipulation, unhealthy behaviors. Obvious divergence from the canon. That's right, I'm hungry and I want Joffrey to suffer, so here goes.

You were the only daughter of Petyr Baelish.

How did he decide to take care of you? Easy, you were related to the Tullys: your mother was a member of that honorable house that in her youth fell in love with the charming Petyr, that was the only reason he took you under his care. He didn't love your mother, but having you was a point of power over that family, and obviously, it gave him a certain prestige that your father didn't intend to waste.

You couldn't blame him.

Since you were little he had taught you how cunning surpassed honor, and he had made you part of his strategies through innocent father/daughter games. Who could suspect that under the table was an innocent girl listening to conspiracy plans?

You grew up through power plays, secrets between nobles, and making connections at a young age. At your age, you already conspired with your father in the death of Jon Arryn.

You were like his only partner in crime. He told you about his plans, you fulfilled his wishes for influence in other houses, you told him your suspicions and you confessed what you wanted most: to help him be on the iron throne.

Now you were on a walk with Lady Margaery, both of you were alone and politely, you stroked her hair. Anyone would say they were friends with her, but you only saw her as a lever for power. You had known her since her arrival in King's Landing, wearing your classic mask of fear of King Joffrey's violence and your feigned kindness to any maiden in the Red Keep. So you tricked Sansa, the poor redhead who desperately needed someone kind in her life, into the mercy of the Arryn according to your father's plan and she was safe there.

"Everything okay, lady?" Margaery's lovely voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You ignored the strange pressure in your chest when you thought about the Stark's future.

"That's right, my rose." You gave her a seductive look, Margaery tried to hide her blush by pretending to pick some other flower.

But you knew her well. You knew of the Tyrell ways, of his trickery, and of Margaery's purpose: to become queen. You became close to the future queen according to your plan: to become someone trustworthy (by advising her, joking with her and sharing your false worries like not knowing whom to marry) … and she responded with gradually spontaneous smiles, answering your jokes with wit and offering you the possibility of marrying Loras, as if you were humble in the first place.

Little by little, you became friends with her (getting petting, talking with Loras like they were old friends, as well as having intelligent conversations with Olenna, the true Tyrell mastermind). Secretly, you took advantage of everything you could to learn more about the Tyrell through oral data that the young woman gave you. And then came the hardest step to do: seduce her.

When you were thirteen, your father took you to one of his brothels. You knew from a young age what he was working, but you had never seen what happened inside. There he showed you the prostitutes, how the pleasure business worked, the nobles who requested his services and in the company of women of pleasure, he taught you how to please a man or a woman, or even tactics that would make anyone submissive of Dorne.

And you did your duty.

Over several moons, you meekly began to make advances to the ambitious Tyrell. At first, she feigned innocence and even mild rejection of your advances, but thanks to your parents' spies, you knew that she spoke positively about you whenever she could with her grandmother. You mentioned it to your father and he proudly admitted that having you was positive. That was the best, even though you were cunning, cruel and calculating, you loved the love that your father gave you. So encouraged, the caresses turned into kisses and these into sexual acts. You pleased her, you pretended to be an angel by her side, and you sweetened her with words of always being by her side, helping her when she is queen. However, you only executed the steps to bring the Baelish name closer to power.

“At a good time I see them. “the hoarse voice of the Tyrell matriarch was present, you made the classic bow as the protocol said,” Don’t bother, girl. Hey Loras! Come here, help your grandmother.”

You coldly thought how to fully gain the trust of the queen of thorns.

"It's nice to have you around."

"No way, little girl! I know you will join us soon.”

You smiled, if only they knew…

—

You notified your father of the progress with the Tyrells. His smile appeared on his face when you told him everything you achieved during these last three months. You didn't see him because he was in the Eyrie, courting Lady Lysa.

"You know this is the hardest part, right?"

You nodded. It wasn't just about cajoling the Tyrells, you had to influence the littles Baratheon.

After a short dialogue, you left in the direction of the palace.

You politely greeted the nobles who were around and decisively went to where King Joffrey should be.

"Isn't this place a bit dangerous for a young woman?"

Inwardly you frowned, the Spider's sweet words irritated you. You had known him for as long as you could remember, your father's rival, the same man who had given you your first candies simply to separate you from your father.

“I am touched by his concern, Lord Varys. And at the same time, I am amazed that you are here. I'm at the request of a maid, you know.”

"The king has grown braver" he replied with his classic wide eyes.

"Such bravery will shed blood."

You bowed your head to say goodbye and left. You quickly mentally replayed all his gestures and words.

You concluded that Joffrey was in a bad mood, a mortal danger to anyone who came near. Better you should go to Tommen, though that meant daringly dodging the queen regent. You faked a downcast look when you entered Tommen's playground, luckily his mother wasn't near him, but that didn't mean anything safe, there were guards everywhere and he was surrounded by other young nobles.

You chattered with false joy until you approached the shy Baratheon, you couldn't blame him. The fact of growing up with a beast eager for pain had reduced his extroversion, making him closed and even tender, for a moment, you felt remorse, but you discarded those annoying thoughts thinking of making your father happy. That was the most important thing.

“Do you like salmon chunks, your grace?

Tommen blushed. You knew why, his cat Sir Pounce especially enjoyed that fish, and Tommen fed it secretly because if he did it in public, Joffrey would show his cruelty. You knew this from your own spies in the kitchens, and besides, you served dinner from time to time when Tommen was feeling blue to eat with the others.

"Yes, I like it a lot”

"I'm glad. Tonight we will prepare various dishes and with your confirmation I could make some extra dishes of cooked salmon along with chicken and cream of duck with herbs for you”

"I would like that, thank you, Lady Baelish."

"You're welcome, your highness."

Under shy and polite smiles, you walked away. You were not to give suspicion to your alleged lover Margaery Tyrell or the others.

Tonight could be the beginning of another step for the father's plan.

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