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lady-ashfade · 7 months

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Yan!Mother!Alicent targaryen x Crybaby!Fem!Reader. Vs other Yandere house of the dragon characters.

Just a small idea for the AI picture, it gave me a few ideas and might write more.

Warnings: Yandere content, bullying to get attention, reader being a massive cry baby

The sound of bare feet echo through the halls and many people gasp as a child runs passed them. The young princess covered in mud and her dress ripped, her eyes rolling with tears as she sobs. Her body hit a few on the way but kept running up the stairs to find her mother or anyone she can. The boys had pushed her in the mud when she asked to play, they had never been so cruel to her before. Her sweet nephews were always so kind and let her do what she wanted, but Aegon had always made fun and poked at her. The young girl made her way to the floor, she didn’t care about the meeting and all she wanted was her mother.

Pushing open the door she ran into the room and stoped to look around for her mother. The table turned quickly and their eyes widen in shock and confusion. “My dear girl,” Alicent stood up immediately and pushed her chair to the side and rushed over to her crying daughter, “What’s has happened.” The mother bend down and rubbed the mud off her face. The girl just continues to sob and wail. Viserys stood up at the table, Rhaenrya feeling sick and waiting for her moment to comfort the sweet girl. “It- It was Jace, Luke and Aegon.” She stuttered with her small voice.

“They pushed me into the mud, and I ripped my dress falling all on it.”

Rhaenrya placed a hand on her belly at the image of her boy’s hurting you. She raised them well and they wouldn’t do that, at least on their own since they loved you so much. Alicent pulled her closer and kissed her forhead even if it was still dirty. “We are to have a meeting later about what happened after she is cleaned and calm.” The queen stood up and looked at her husband and then glared at rhaenrya. “Your boys will be there.” All Viserys could do was sigh and rub his face. He dismissed the council, rhaenrya looked at her father but he shrugged and agreed with Alicent.

The princess was bathed fully and placed in her favorite dress, her mother getting her all her favorite food and treats. Aemond found out and hugged his sister while she continued to cry about how she didn’t know what she did. Aemond was furious how they picked on his perfect sister. As they awaited for rhaenrya and her children the princess hugged her mother tight and refused to let go. Alicent was ready to behead them all or exile them since they dare hurt her child. Then Aegon…who had puffed red cheeks from a slap he earned from his mother, and getting screamed at by his father too. He stayed quiet and looked down.

As soon as Rhaenrya entered with her sons the room shifted into a deep tension between everyone. You still stood by your mother and cling to her dress, too upset to look at your nephews eyes. Aemond walked closer and beside you, placing a hand on your head as you sniffled. Alicent looked at the young boys and then to their mother with a suspicious glare on what she would do. “Tell me boys, why have would you do such a thing.” The queen asked them. Their eyes shifted from the queens to her eldest son who refused to look up feeling their presence.

“The boys have said that it was a way they could earn her affection. I believe the words spoken to them were “Treat a woman rough and like a toy and they’ll be forever grateful.” along those lines. And I do believe your son, Aegon told them so.” Alicent looked over at Aegon. She had just got done dealing with him and now this? “It was just a bit of teasing, we did not think she’d actually fall and get hurt.” Alicent fumed and the mouth and tried to control herself again. Jace and Luke looked at the princess head and tried not to cry. Luke started to tear up at the memory of her crying and screaming, Jace couldn’t believe he was mean to her. Even if it was to get her affection.

“You’ll all apologize to her, now! Do you understand me? I shall speak to the king for a harder punishment for this acted but for now you can no longer see her.” Rhaenrya gasped and looked at the sweet princess she loved. When if Alicent was her mother she still had no right. The boys pouted. “My queen, please rethink-” Alicent stopped her by lifting you up and turned your face around to reveal the smallest cut on your chin that was once covered by mud. “She is injured. There are bruises already showing up and the maesters tell me she could have broken a arm! So no, I do not think I will reconsider.” Luke was the first toe break.

“We are truly sorry, Y/n. It was never intended for you to get hurt we promise.” He cried as his brother agreed beside him. You look at the boys crying and apologizing for your forgetfulness that it makes you forgive them a bit. “I- I forgive you.” You mumble so soft before turning away and back into your mother’s embrace while still being mad at them. Thought you didn’t fully forgive them it was a start and you expected their apology. They could make it up to you soon if they can see you again. Aemond looked at the crying boys and smirks a bit while reaching for his sister to pull her into his arms. The princess expected his gesture and wrapped her arms around him for comfort.

Rhaenrya looked at Alicent who stared back at her. The boys all looked at each other with glares over the princess. Aegon who hated that he would hurt his precious sister who was the only one nice to him.

#yandere house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #yandere house of the dragon x reader #yandere alicent hightower #yandere rhaenrya targaryen #yandere jacaerys velaryon #yandere lucerys velaryon #yandere aemond targaryen #yandere team green #yandere team black

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aphroditelovesu · 5 months

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Yandere Team Black Headcanons (Platonic)

''There is no war so hateful to the gods as a war between kin, and no war as bloody as a war between dragons.'' — Rhaenys Targaryen, the Queen Who Never Was.

❝ 🐉 — lady l: I needed to get this out of my mind, so here it is. It's more focused on the Black Council, so only they appear, but if anyone wants, I can do it with the other allies of the Blacks. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistake! 🖤❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of murder, unhealthy platonic relationships, messy writing.

❝🐉 pairing: yandere!team black x gender neutral!reader.

After the death of King Viserys I Targaryen, the Seven Kingdoms was divided into two factions. The Greens, who supported the succession of Aegon II Targaryen, son of Queen Alicent Hightower and Viserys, and there were the Blacks, who supported the succession of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the first woman to be chosen as heir to the Iron Throne and the legal heir of Viserys. There were these two sides to the war and you were a supporter of the Blacks, of Rhaenyra.

Your family had long ago sworn loyalty to Rhaenyra and you would not dishonor that oath. You would fight alongside the Blacks and follow the Queen to the death if necessary. You would protect her and defend her honor until your last breath. It was this oath that you swore and it was what brought you to meet her face-to-face, along with the other members of her family who supported her.

Rhaenyra received your support with great enthusiasm and affection, smiling at you and hugging you, saying how much it meant to know that you, and your family, stayed true to their oath. She hugged you tightly, and you melted into the Black Queen's tight embrace.

She was so kind, just like the stories said. You were proud to call her the Queen. Rhaenyra touched your cheeks warmly and introduced you to the rest of her supporters, her family. Rhaenyra quickly became attached to you, developing her obsession and becoming possessive and protective. She doesn't want anything to hurt you. She had already lost too much.

You were introduced to Daemon Targaryen first, Rhaenyra's husband and prince consort. He was a little skeptical of you at first, looking strangely like he was sizing you up and your intentions. Which in fact, he was doing. After deciding you weren't a threat, Daemon was more open and welcomed you.

He wasn't the kind of person you wanted to mess with. Always so cruel and using violence to resolve conflicts, Daemon is not easy to deal with. But you can deal with him in the right way, being his listener and eventually his friend. Someone he can truly trust. Very possessive and short-tempered, Daemon doesn't hesitate to claim you for himself and will burn alive anyone who says anything about it.

Rhaenys Targaryen, the Queen Who Never Was, was all the stories said. Stormy yet with a gentleness and grace you had never seen before. She was courteous and distant at first, as you would expect a princess to be. But as she got to know you, the more Rhaenys opened up and trusted you.

She is very protective of you, Rhaenys does not want you to fight, preferring you to become part of the council and act solely as a strategist. The war was very dangerous and she wasn't going to risk your life. Not when she already liked you so much and had already lost her two beloved children.

Corlys Velaryon became close to you quickly. You met him when he was still in bed, injured. Rhaenys was the one who introduced you to him and he quickly warmed up to you. He smiled in gratitude every time you helped him feed or get out of bed. His eyes seemed to always follow you, with affection shining in them.

He could see what his wife saw in you. Something new, something lasting. When he had doubts about whether or not he should join the Blacks, you convinced him and he found himself admiring you even more for your loyalty. Corlys knew he had to protect you. You were so pure for this world and the war that was to come. He couldn't let something bad happen to you.

Jacaerys Velaryon took a liking to you at first sight, warming up to you and becoming the linchpin of his mother and brothers' obsession with you. He saw a lot of himself in you for some reason and enjoyed your company immensely. Jace is always asking for your approval, trying to please you in any way.

He is quite protective and this only intensified after the deaths of people dear to him. Jacaerys enjoys reading to you and would love to teach you High Valyrian if you wish. When he becomes King, he would love to name you his Hand.

Lucerys Velaryon became especially close to you after you arrived in Dragonstone. Not just because you supported his family, but because you were you. So kind and so loyal, he was immediately attracted to you and started following you like a baby duck. Luke loves spending time with you, reading, or when you watch him train with swords. Just your presence is enough.

He is very possessive and clingy towards you, constantly wanting your attention and approval. Lucerys does his best to be with you, clinging to your arms, as if he were hiding behind you.

Joffrey Velaryon is the baby of the Velaryon family, so young and unaware of what is happening. He usually stays close to you, holding your hand and looking at you with curiosity and affection. It's common to see him following you through the hallways of Dragonstone.

Although young, Joffrey is very intelligent and is possessive of your attention, often fighting with his brothers for it. He wants you with him all the time, close and protecting him.

Baela Targaryen is fearless and a free spirit, much like her father. She approached you firmly and quickly, encouraged by her grandmother and father. She really liked you and you quickly became friends with you.

She is quite demanding when it comes to you, Baela has a tendency to get angry quickly but she never stays with you. She likes it and is very patient and calm, smiling charmingly and holding your hand affectionately. Quite possessive, she will often get into fights to defend you.

Rhaena Targaryen is more delicate and calm than her older sister, all gentle and sweet. She is more courteous and also less demanding, taking whatever she can get and inwardly happy when you approach her of your own free will.

She's more subtle in her obsession, watching you from the corners of her eyes and smiling sweetly when she thinks no one is looking. Rhaena takes every opportunity to be close to you. She loves dancing and would be honored if you wanted to dance with her.

The Blacks cared deeply about you. Not just the Targaryen and Velaryon family, but others as well. The Lords and knights also created their own obsession with you and they knew they must protect you at any cost. Especially when you were the pillar of that faction.

They will go against anyone who dares to hurt you. Ready to destroy and burn, the Targaryens have no qualms about getting rid of anyone who threatens your life. The Velaryon fleets are at your disposal at any time and always ready to protect you.

They would only become even more suffocating after Lucerys' death. They had already lost him, they couldn't lose you. There's no way you can leave Dragonstone alone. Always accompanied by one of them or of guards.

You have become important to them. Important to the Black Queen and her allies. You have become their obsession. They would rather raze King's Landing, and burn the Iron Throne than lose you.

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ivanzplaid · 10 months

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Can I get yandere head canons for the Sinclair brothers, Billy Lenz and Harry Warden, thank you as always 💛

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HIII HELLO YES OF COURSE YOU CAN CASSETTE ANON SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU 🫶🫶 i have had sm work and no motivation but a little yandere hcs will do, ALSO THIS IS SUCH AN OLD REQUEST ORE HIATUS IM SO SORRY💔 these are sfw so if youd like nsfw ill do that :) these are mainly set for after meeting you, and how theyd make sure you'd stay with them, and some cute little ideas for when youre theirs

this is darker than i remember writing it so please proceed with caution⁉️

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

Yandere! Slashers x Gn! Reader | Headcanons | Meeting You

Warnings: Yandere Behavior/Actions, Obsession, Kidnapped reader in every section.. my bad, Dark themes kinda-ish, Drugging mentions in Billy's & Bo's section

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Lester Sinclair

lester, love of my life, he will most likely be the one to plot your meeting. he sees you while hes out of ambrose, hes infatuated, he thinks youre the most charming person hes seen in a while. he will stalk you when he finds youre in town, its a small, but quickly growing obsession, he thinks that youre just an after thought, but the more you come in, the more he wants to have you to himself

so, he does his lester thing, and waits & waits, trying to lure you into ambrose one way or another. he'll show up more in youre life, saying hello or making small talk, then, he may slash a tire or make it so that your car just has its miles draining faster n faster, so when youre pulled over on the side if the road, hes your savior

not only does he love this because hes saving you from this, and youre just thanking him over and over, and hes becoming more excited by the minute, he loves to hear praise come from your mouth, its exciting. he also loves this because now he finslly has his excuse to bring you to ambrose, away from those friends he always sees you with that just dont value you and love you as much as he would, or care about you as much as he does

he'll bring your car in, and say in such an exasperated voice that it just wont be done for the next few days, would you like to stay for coffee?

he explicitly tells his brothers that you are not to be made a sculpture, hes serious, but if they see you trying to leave, they have the job to bring you back to him

hes just too thoughtful of you to let you go, do you really wanna go back to your family? who let this happen to you? look him in the eyes snd tell yourself he doesnt care, because he wants to know all about you if you gave him the chance

touchy, touchy touchy touchy, arm around your waist, a smiling kiss on the cheek, you on his lap, he wishes for it to happen

he thinks of physical touch as wondrous, how can he hold the epitome of perfection in his hands? hes in awe

he will 100% sweet-talk-manipulate you into staying with him, hes too desperate to let you go, its unfair, why would you leave the man who loves you the most?

hes also very delusional, he truly believes what hes doing is justified and fine, and it pushes him to be much more emotional in this 'relationship'

will be absolutely distraught if you outwardly insult him / say rude things, but hes convinced you dont know what its like, and this is for the greater good of your existence

caretaker!! loves to treat and pamper you, he almost needs to take care of you because he thinks its cute, but dont let this trick you, he will take these privileges away because he loves to see you beg for basic things

be a good little pet and stay with him, hes the only one who knows how to treat you

not the violent type, wont hit or hurt you because it would pain him as well, you deserve so much more than that and he stands by it

but is not afraid to tie you down if that means youll stop trying to leave ( if you do try )

he loves sharing time with you, he will bring you everywhere to do everything, you deserve the same fun as him!

he loves to talk about you, allll you you you, please tell him about your hobbies, he'll do his best to indulge in them more! or about your day, or who you are as a person, or aomething that makes you laugh, anything, literally anything please

not as into killing as his brothers, but he will be the most protective man over you, he is not a fan of flirtation and will be passive aggressive if visitors flirt with you, but dont worry your pretty little head, they'll just go on over to bo or vincent and you two wont need to worry

loves loves loves to give you gifts, but has a stigma where only he can give you gifts. if he sees anyone else trying to give you them, it leads to his temper shorten

id be happy to exaggerate if youd like! but these are the main ones :)

Billy Lenz

he most likely meets you in the sorority/fraternity, and is immediately interested, youre a sophmore trying to get through your classes, youre like every other person, but he cant get his eyes off of you

unlike lester, he acts on his thoughts quickly, hes impulsive and foggyheaded, he has not a care in the world, and most dont know he even exists, so the moment he takes a liking to you is the moment he sets out to talk to you

he'll call you nonstop, sometimes just to listen to your voice, or to say obscene things, or even to pretend hes really with you, he wants to have the interactions you have with your friends and hes jealous, he should be getting that treatment, its just unfair

i have yet to mention hes possessive, even before he has you, he gets upset at the slightest of things because he focus's completely on you, its hard to get his eyes off you, so your every move will be noted

one night, its before winter vacation of course, the holiday lights are up and youre packing your things to go back home, youre the last one left besides a friend whose waiting on you outside, but in the house its quiet, your own breathing is too loud for you

billy is upset, hes been upset, why dont you answer the phone anymore? why havent you been responding to the notes hes been leaving you? why why why

he doesnt like to see you leave either, he prefers if youd stay because youre the only thing keeping him from having the realization that he will be alone once you leave, he will have no one to talk to or see or be with

hes spiraling, his impulsiveness and intrusive thoughts get the best of him and he decides you arent leaving, you cant and you wont

he doesnt mind having to do a bit of killing if it means you'll stay, he needed to get rid of the people taking away your attention from him. you should only be focusing on him, spending time with him, all about him

he is desperate for attention, he needs you to acknowledge him, will create disturbances just so youll look around and think of him

he eventually kidnaps you, treating you in the most delicate nature as to not harm you ( hes already slipped sleeping pills into your drink before bed, the easiest method so that you'll be compliant )

he wont understand if youre mad at him, and will genuinely be hurt by anything you say or do. why wouldnt you enjoy being with billy? billy loves you, thats all that matters

his warped perception of love & infatuation causes him to be awkward and have a harder time in a relationship (especially now)

loves to have express his love for you in all ways, he wants to stroke/hold your hair and give you gifts and play board games with you because he loves you so much that it physically hurts to not be with you

if youre thinking about it, theres little chance for escape, hes always with you, whether hes lurking or just hanging out, he likes to see you

will steal someones camera to take photos of you two together, its perfect since he can always remember you and your face

loves to take you around and show you all the secrets he knows of the fraternities/sororities, as well as the campus himself, hes your certified tour guide

will jump on you if hes scared, like full on hide behind you while clawing at your shoulders, hes quite literally a little feral

if you want to, he will allow you to style his hair, he thinks you work wonders with whatever you do to it, even if it looks bad, because as long as his love did it, hes happy

Bo Sinclair

i want him.

you'll stumble upon him out of town, accidentally shouldering him, which will make you get his attention. at first he'll want to give you a charming "watch it.", but when he sees you, he physically stops in his tracks, he just stares at you for a long amount of time before you awkwardly laugh and walk away

he gets hooked faster, hes interested in the absolute beaut that just walked out of his life as fast as they came in. hes not used to social interaction so being bo, he tries to plot out an official meeting (after stalking you from a distance and trying to put on a charming stranger face)

he'll bribe lester to mess with your car so that he can bring you into ambrose, sealing your fate as soon as you've entered

hes talked to his brothers, instructing thst youre not to leave, and to not be *too* hurt in the process, he understands if you have to be roughed up a bit, just so that you'll listen to him next time

when you come in to meet him, he'll act so shocked to see you, chuckling and saying what a coincidence it is, and how fate brought you two together

the entire time hes taking in your figure and your body language, trying to control himself from drugging you right then and there, to have you all to himself

he uses his social skills to talk you into staying a night, claiming that your car has been meanin for a checkup, and the damage is bad.. but he wont charge you the full price, since youve been so kind. He'll offer you a room snd a nice homemade breakfast, saying that hell work on it so you can be out of here in no time, all of these promises just for you, because he wants to take you home

hes extremely possessive, he believes that youre property, and youre owed to him. which is the exact reason he thinks its ok to toss you around if it means youll behave better (he'll comfort you after, stroking your head.... while saying 'thisll be easier if you just listen to me darlin')

he likes to take the shorter, yet harsher route, so that stockholm syndrome sets in quicker. he just wants to live his best life with a docile partner.

his delusions cannot take you arguing or insulting him, it will cause him to have outbursts of anger, because this is your new life with him. it is real, he is the one for you, so why cant you see it? hes been so nice, so caring, and yet youre unappreciative.

dont worry, a few more hours of isolation will have you thinking better than before. he uses this to emphasize his care and touch, because thats all you need to know now, how his fingers feel when they cup your cheek and delicately hold you

he would love to have a quiet morning with you, him working on something in the shop and you accompanying him, talking while sharing a cup of coffee

he wants to have a life like his fathers, living up to what he did, and to be better. in short, if he feels like hes not achieving that, he will also lose it. he has a short temper, and while youre one of the only people who can ease him out of it, he cant always control himself

he has such a strong emotional attachment that he feels like he needs you to live. not like billy, where he was not as emotionally intelligent and was just clingy, but bo feels that without you he is incomplete, and to live his life he needs you in it, or else he isnt really living

he loves to see you smile and be happy, it warms his heart to know that you enjoy his company

bo can be a genuinely compassionate man, who will take you for rides or out somewhere to eat, be a romantic and loving husband, and thats what he wants to be, but he truly thinks it all relies on your behavior and how loving/into the relationship you are, because either way youre not heading home

quick note before we end this he will gaslight you, bro is the gaslighting king, he will convince you that ambrose is the place for you, and that your old friends and family cant do what he can

he'll try his hardest to impress you (shows you his muscles) and make you love him, he just wants to show off all his great qualities since you're so amazing in his eyes

Harry Warden

you stumbled into him while your friends and you were drinking in the mines, partying on valentines day night. Harry could feel his anger rise because he never got a day off, always having to be disturbed or intruded on, never having anyone to give him any pity when he deserves it all

his pickaxe dragged behind him, and as he approached your group, he eyed everyone in it. seeing as you were the closest, he'd begin the chase with you. Raising his pickaxe snd bringing it down right next to you, your head swiveled to his direction, and the look of fear on your face stunned him

truth be told he hadn't had a human interaction longer than 5 seconds without him killing them, he felt that you were somehow different. The way you were paralyzed with fear as you begged for your life made him feel something close to love that he hadn't felt for a lifetime

it wasn't like his previous killings, the rush he got when he towered over you, tilting his head down to get a better look at his newest interest

maybe you could be his reparations for valentines day all those years ago, finally getting a proper gift for being left to die

he'll let you go.. for now, until he can make a proper place for the two of you and make sure you'll be comfortable and safe. hes concerned about you having a good living and a nice place for the both of you to share the rest of your lives

really wants you to come with him willingly, dowsnt want to scare you or anything like that, so he'll drop off gifts, or disguise himself and go into town to stalk you find out what you like, and charm you better

hes typically a semi-romantic man, wanting to convince you to be with him, then cut off all contact with the outside world so that you can be in the perfect relationship hes imagined, but if push comes to shove he will drag you to youre new haven with him, literally

will see who you hangout with, who your family is, maybe he'll even research your name in any ancestry books/records, because he would just be a bad boyfriend if he knew nothing about you right?

may or may not replicate your room in the mines... just so that the transition is easier <3

eventually, you'll find out hes the one thats been making you feel like youre being watched, and was the one giving you all those gifts

so when he gets down and proposes the idea of dating, and you (presumably..) say what the fuck? he knows what he has to do, quality time in the mines!!! (forever)

once he brings you to his humble abode, he'll explain everything, he has to let you know how much he loved and needs you for his own well being, and how in time youll feel the same because youll see how great of a partner he is!

he knows these mines like the back of his hands, and would be overjoyed if you even took interest in him or asked to be toured, because in his head hes shocked about the quality time you're initiating

will let you hold his pickaxe, maybe show off how strong he is & talk about his suit

he talks and talks, finally after being left alone for years without any sorry's or nothing from the town, you come in and show him what life is all about, so of course he wants to listen and talk to you, youre the most entertaining person in the world

not only can bro not cook, but he genuinely cannot cook, he doesnt have anything to make anything with, so he uses this as an excuse to steal your favorite food and drinks to cater towards your feelings

wants to hold you and see how delicate you are, he admires you like a god(dess)

he doesnt like to be violent, he tries to avoid it, he may accidentally leave bruises from holding you too tight, but he thoroughly apologizes and tries to make it up. he doesn't wanna screw up the one 'relationship' hes ever cared about/recently had

Vincent Sinclair

you were definitely a victim brought in by lester who caught vincents eye, something about you stood out from the rest of his victims. maybe it was because of your respectful nature and not intruding on ambrose, maybe you admired the detailed wax work and complimented it, or maybe it was with your looks or social skills. either way, vincent wants to know all about you

he immediately tells his brothers that youre off limits, and states that he wants to see you better. while bo and lester dont really care, they say that they'll assist him in making sure you cant leave (as they always would)

he likes to draw/sculpt what you look like and leave it around for you to find, he thinks your beauty is on another level snd that you are a piece of art

he may be seen lurking from a distance, scared to show his face since hes nervous of rejection from someone as perfect as you are. he'll make it known that hes there, and one of his brother may tell you about him, but other than that (unless you ask) you wont see much (.... until he takes you)

leaves you gifts alot. flowers, sculptures, even some jewelry from other victims that youd like, he wants to flatter you and put out the image that hes a genuine guy, and that he pays attention to you

he pays attention to your style and what you like, adding it to his room to make it feel more like youre with him

if you have friends with you, hes most likely been plotting their deaths since the start, theyre skeptical about ambrose and are beginning to panic

he thinks they're a bad influence and could possibly get the cops called, so he tag teams with bo to take care of the problems

by this time youve most likely figured out whats been happening, so he takes his chances in knocking you out (and tenderly caring for you afterwards), and then carrying you back to his room, making sure youre nice and comfortable

he does care about you, and even now is a semi-gentle giant to you. he doesnt want to spook you more than whats already happened, he just wants you to be adjusted and not afraid

to some extent he wants to live a free-er life with you, going outside and acting 'normal', but his fear of ridicule because of his scars snd his pre-built of walls from years of bullying cause him to even be reclusive with you, the person hes infatuated with

he likes quality time, sitting with you or having you watch him as he sculpts, he likes when youre interested in his work so he can show you the process and maybe do it together

he'll sometimes slip into a mode where his feelings are amplified, and if you decide to insult him or work him up, he'll go mute and angrily pace around. sometimes grabbing your face and forcing you to look him in the eyes so he can convince himself you dont mean it

shares his clothes with you quite a lot, he thinks the value and meaning with you in his clothes is special

he'll sit with you all day, trying to make it so that you like his company more and more

this took so damn long im sorry vincents section is so small but i needed to get this out😭 i swear i love him but dawg

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meraxesmoon · 7 months

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Ok but imagine the adventures of Daemons Bastard!reader and grumpy grandpa Balerion!!!!

I’m seeing reader coming out and spending her first nights with Daemon and his fam sneaking out to gramps and curling up against him and just crying silently until she falls asleep😭😭😭

Then some random losers one day make fun of reader in the palace courtyard for being a bastard and gramps just pokes his head in and is NOT amused

Gramps just sensing when reader wants to leave somewhere and just yoinks her out of whatever situation she’s in

note: pap pap balerion supremacy

warnings: yandere content, but like, centered around bastard! reader and her dragon, if you squint readers mother is a sex worker, first time dragonrider, I'm obsessed with bastard (name), like she's my daughter tbh

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She absolutely hated Dragonstone, or whatever this cursed place was called.

It was dreary and cold, but she supposed that the weather matched her emotions perfectly. She had a good life before the Targaryen's entered it. She had lived peacefully with her mother and two younger brothers. They had a small hut away from the city, and it had been beautiful. Her mother had a love for plants, so they had a gorgeous, yet humble garden at the back of their home. (Name) thinks that she misses her cat the most, and her brothers.

Mostly her beloved mother.

Her sick mother, who could barely work and provided for them via means she did not appreciate. Everything had been fine until he had shown up. The day (Name) met her father was the worst day of her life. She had been looking after her younger brothers when a white-haired man showed up on their doorstep, and the way her mother's face contorted at the sight of Daemon should have been her first warning that the night would end up terribly.

And it absolutely had.

She had been devastated when she was dragged away from her mother and brothers, and she had been horrified when he loaded her onto his dragon Caraxes like it was nothing. It was, obviously, her first time seeing a dragon, and Caraxes had been huge, both in size and personality.

It had been horrible the rest of the night, because Daemon had forced her to meet his wife and children. Seeing Aegon and Viserys reminded her of her younger brothers, so she had wandered off to the shore once dinner was done to sob about the predicament she had found herself in. (Name) had always been tough, her mother would call her that all of the time.

Now she just felt vulnerable.

Feeling alone, she collapses against a mount of rocks, her small body shaking as she thinks about the circumstances that had led up to this. Except... the mountain of rocks started to shake and make odd sounds. (Name) shoots up from her leaning position and tries to look for a quick escape. Instead, she breathes heavily as the mountain of rocks becomes a very, very large dragon. He was about ten times larger than Caraxes, and he was so dark that the only clear thing she could see were his smoldering eyes, slitted and narrowed at her.

Now, (Name) may have not been around dragons her entire life, but everyone knew about The Black Dread.

"Oh, Gods..." she mumbles, her lips turned downwards in a nervous manner. (Name) looks at the ginormous creature in front of her and can't help but take notice of how beautiful he was. Once her eyes got accustomed to the darkness of night, she could see his black scales and his large snout. Balerion's nostrils flare as he glowers down at the small human before him, she was so tiny that she looked like an ant to him.

Wiping the tears from her cold cheeks, (Name) wonders why this fearsome creature hasn't burnt her to a crisp yet. She had woken him from a nap, and she knew how unpleasant that could be. Not only that, but she had heard that Balerion was the oldest dragon, even more old than the Queen of Dragons, Vhagar. He was well past two hundred at this point, and (Name) was surprised to find him here of all places.

Though... Daemon had mentioned something about his older brother dying recently and that the king was a good man. King Viserys had been Balerion's last rider, so maybe the dragon was just trying to find somewhere to rest. So, this had been her uncles dragon, (Name) realizes as she stared at the majestic creature in front of her.

Balerion lets out a loud sound, one that sort of reminds her of a sound a cat would make when excited, and he bumped her with his nose, knocking her over immediately. (Name) let's out an 'oof' before falling on her behind. However, a giggle left her lips as she did so, finding the whole situation quite funny. This dragon, who was about fifty times her size, just booped her with his huge snoot.

Balerion adjusts his weight, and his huge, battered wing comes down next to (Name), and he lets out another sound, this one more whistle-like. His crimson eyes connected with (Name)'s, and she freezes when she realizes that she can understand what he wants from her. It was like something just connected in her brain, chaining her consciousness to Balerion's.

Hesitant, she grabs onto one of the many horns sticking out of him and she starts to climb up Balerion's wing, her skin tingling as she felt his scales. Balerion had many scars and blemishes on his body, showing how experienced he was, and (Name) found that amazing. She makes it up to his back finally, and settles on a saddle, which was much too big for her. Her small hands gripped the steering straps and she nervously wraps them around her wrists, just to make sure she wouldn't go flying off.

(Name) didn't know High Valyrian, but she remembered something Daemon had said before Caraxes had started flying.

Steeling herself, (Name) shouts out the word.

"Soves, Balerion!"

And they fly.

i just made this a lil drabble of the first night, I'll do more parts bc i love this concept ♡ also I love dissecting how the bond between a dragon and rider works, it's so interesting to me

tbh vhagar being claimed by aemond is my favorite scene

#cw: yandere content #cw: yandere blog #cw: yandere #yandere daemyra #yandere daemon targaryen #yandere team black #yandere hotd #yandere house of the dragon #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere content #yandere #kay writes #rhxegal

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del-thetiredwriter · 1 year

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Team Blacks reaction to Y/N’s suicide

Requested

its what teams black reaction after this fic :Do you love me , Say you love me

Warnings: my bad writing and English. English is my second language

Tag: @lilithskywalker

Thank you for request. Please feel free to request or ask thinks. I enjoy while writing and literally my ask - request box is empty 😅

Rhaenyra couldn't believe her ears when she heard the news. She fainted on the spot. She still hadn't gotten over the shock when she woke up. Her only daughter, her beloved daughter had taken her own life. First Visersy, then Lucersy now you… She had heard of your miscarriage. She knew that feeling of helplessness, loneliness, pain… but she didn't think you were going to commit suicide. Her dreams of after winning the war, opening her arms and hugging you were all shattered.Rhaenyra blamed Aegon and the other greens for your death. This marriage should never have happened. She had asked you many times if you had consent in this marriage. She wished that she had never let you leave and marry.

“My stupid daughter , my poor naive daughter why did you left my side, why did you left your mom like this.”

Jacaerys heard the news from his mother. He was so shocked that he didn’t know how to react . Did his sister, the sister he loved more than himself, committed suicide? Jacaerys was enraged. To him, you didn't commit suicide, you were killed. He was the first to oppose your marriage. He had begged you over and over not to be with Aegon. That's why you fought so many times and told him you were happy… jacaerys gritted his teeth. He wanted to make Aegon suffer he stole you from him . Not only to steal your mother's throne, marry you, and cause your death now he didn’t let you have a proper funeral and took your body.

"I swear, Aegon, I'll make you experience a thousand times what you did to my sister !"

Baela and Rhaena have nothing to say. Both are in deep mourning. You've always been a big sister to them. They hadn't been this sad since their mother Laena died. They did not want to eat, drink , did not want to do anything. They calmed down by crying on your shoulder at their mother's funeral, you comforted them but now it was neither you nor your consolation for them to calm down.

Daemon wouldn’t react much to outside. He would only console his wife, Rhenyra by saying that he would take your revenge. You weren't very close with Daemon but when Daemon heard that you had committed suicide, he felt strange. It's an uncomfortable feeling. He took pity on you when he learned that your body was still held by Aegon, and that there was no funeral. You may not be very close but at least you should have peace after death and he will do his best for it.

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slytherwrites · 1 year

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Yandere House of Black Headcanons

Characters: Narcissa, Andromeda, Bellatrix, Cygnus, Druella, Walburga, Orion, Sirius, and Regulus

It was Narcissa who latched onto you first. A fellow first year Slytherin who was a pureblood, but not familiar to the British Wizarding World before this, for whatever reason.

As a Black, her word was law for any Slytherins her year of the years under. At the start of first year, that wasn't many people except for their peers. Though, that was enough power to be able to make everyone else avoid you, so you would be running to her for everything.

Narcissa hated sharing with others she deemed as unworthy. And even other Sacred 28 purebloods were not worth your attention like she was.

Her sisters however, they were fine. They were allowed to be in your presence. They were worthy.

And that's where her mistake was made. Because Andromeda and Bellatrix both became as attached as she was with you.

She only went to them because they had more status then she did. Andromeda was smart, beloved with professors and students alike. And Bellatrix was feared.

But she didn't think that they'd be attached like she is.

Andromeda thought you were so kind and out of your element, wanting to teach you the joys of power and the good parts of being here with them.

Bellatrix found you fascinating, wanting to put you through the ringer in order to help mold you into a strong member of the House of Black.

Because sweet you were going to be a member no matter what. No matter what deal with the devil (their parents) they had to make, they'd get you as a sibling.

They brought you home for winter holidays. Cygnus was interesting. Very rarely his three daughters ever asked for the same thing. Very rarely they all accepted one person to this degree. Druella was concerned, knowing how fixated they were. After all, they are their father's daughters.

But it didn't take long for them to get attached to you too.

Cygnus is the first to crack, seeing you like a daughter as well. Like you were the last piece of the puzzle. It didn't matter that he didn't have a male heir. You were who they needed to round out the family.

Druella's concern only grew, but the obsessive nature of the family quickly watched over her. You were now her favorite child. Even if she didn't birth you, you were hers. She knew it. Her children knew it. That's why they brought you to her.

The Annual Black Family Yule Celebration was coming soon and you were invited, treated like the royalty they saw you as. And that's when the other half of the family finally met you.

Druella and Cygnus introduced you to Walburga and Orion. The girls had obligations to mingle with their betrothed and their families. But you were mingling with Walburga and Orion. All four of the adults knew of the intent: getting you arranged to be married to Sirius.

Sirius, their heir, was the one way to get you into the family forever. Marriage would bind you to them eternally.

It doesn't matter that your parents aren't here. They never really cared did they? Not like Cygnus and Druella do? Not like Walburga and Orion will.

Orion finds you of interest first. He holds a conversation with you, silently judging you to see what you're worth. And you've been taught well. Moldable, but he'd love to mold you into the perfect pureblood. He doesn't see you like he sees the others. It's potential he's glad to exploit.

Walburga isn't as impressed, but she likes seeing you squirm. The way you try so hard, but shy away from compliments is delicious. You're just like the girls she would lead during her school days. Though, she doesn't want to break you completely. You're like a piece of clay, able to become a prized piece of art.

They lead you to Sirius and Regulus. Regulus isn't impressed at first, but he grows as you indulge his childish instincts. And Sirius becomes jealous of that. He holds no claim to you yet, but something snaps into place in his mind. The once in sync brothers become at odds, each wanting your attention.

By the end of the break, your life is being planned out. Married to Sirius, becoming a Black yourself. Holding no power except to indulge your in-laws with your time. After all, they're making you into the best you can be. After all, they'll be your family now. After all, they'll be all you have left, once they get rid of the family you belong to now.

#i think this might be fem reader but i intend going forward to try to have most of my posts (unless requested) to be gender neutral #yandere harry potter #yandere hp #yandere house of black #yandere narcissa #yandere andromeda #yandere bellatrix #yandere cygnus #yandere druella #yandere walburga #yandere orion #yandere sirius #yandere regulus

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koiiiiijiii · 8 months

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i haven't seen such fic yet, but damn!! imagine being rhaenyra’s child who inherited her hair color and criston literally obsessed with you but he still has mixed feelings towards you, because he kind of hates your mother, and kind of hates you too, but he can't help when he feels a knot in his stomach and his throat dries up when he sees you sneaking around the castle, or on a dragon(vermithor the bronze fury?? omg!!)

so it’s hate/love relationship but in his head🫠

and imagine a scene where targaryen and velaryon boys are training with a bow, but you are ahead of aemond and criston is just furious (how dare you offend his favourit??) makes a remark to you that you should be at the castle with septa for sewing lessons, and you just smiled at all of them and run away, but he catch himself that he’s so in love with being mad at you…

hope you got what i tried to explain…

i need that fic omg!!

#[ ~ koi.talks🗣]#x reader #headcanon #rhaenyra targeryan #ser criston #criston x reader #criston cole #rhaenyra x criston #vermithor #yandere criston cole #obsessed #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #imagine #hotd criston cole #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #team black

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piinkyypriincess · 3 months

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SWEET SUMMER ORANGE

Targaryen Dynasty x Fem!Teen!OC

"Green must find her way to orange, or all is lost. The dragons will dance and die, surrounded by fire and blood."

Multiple Main Pairings!

Main Focus ~ Fem!OC and Targaryen Dynasty (Yandere, Obsessive, Protective)

Warnings ~ Self Harm, Physical Abuse, Mental Abuse, Grooming, and Otto Hightower!

Spoilers ~ Tons!!

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No Beta Lmao)

Word Count ~ 1.2k Words.

Chp 2 Summary ~ With the Sea Snake, Corlys Velaryon, fatally injured, the question of succession to The Driftwood Throne is amiss. Vaemond Velaryon calls Lucerys Velaryon's legitimacy into question, Otto favors this action as Vaemond is an asset to the Greens. Alicent Hightower is drowned in green guilt for just a moment before being reminded who she is by her father.

Chp 2 ~ Her Mother's Daughter, Her Father's Dog

Lord Corlys has taken a fatal injury in the second battle of The Stepstones.

Alicent draws a harsh breath at the revelation, hands coming up to her temples as she listens to the Lord's drone about the news that came from Ravens.

Her Father and the other small council Lords spoke of Vaemond Velaryon's note, asking to petition Lucerys Velaryon's claim to the Driftwood Throne in turn for his own.

The King has remained unaware of these new developments as he remains sedated on the milk of the poppy.

Alicent's hands start to shake as she folds them, reminding herself to not pick at her fingers delicate flesh.

She interrupts their conversation, “Lord Corlys has always remained adamant on the Prince Lucerys inheriting the Driftwood Throne, this petition is out of question,” She states, eyes looking at the sheep that flock to her Father.

The man rolls his council marble between his fingers, looking at Alicent with a pinched look on his face, “You are all dismissed,” his baritone voice cuts through the tension thickening in the room.

The other lords stand, placing their marbles in the dish and filing out of the room with two knights and Ser Criston closing the door.

Otto's eyes start to resemble hardened emeralds as they darken.

“Vaemond Velaryon can be a sure ally to The Throne,” Otto starts, folding his hands over one another with a smug arrogance gracing his aura.

Alicent looks back into her Father's confident green eyes with disbelief inside her hazel eyes. “And Lucerys Velaryon will not be to his Grandsire?” Alicent tries to convince herself that her Father is not once more uttering potentially treasonous words.

Otto Hightower believes his daughter is just as naive as she was when she was just Rhaenyra Targaryen's pet – now she is the Queen, thanks to his advancements.

His darling child is a flashing image of her mother; naivety and self-righteousness dripping from her mouth and bleeding from her eyes.

Otto stands, walking closer to his auburn-haired child and her breath holds as she looks up at his form in front of her.

The man wonders how none of his children got the notion that they had to take history into their own hands. That is how he raised the Hightower name higher than ever before.

Their green is their legacy and they would cover every inch of Westeros eventually.

“When will you learn Alicent?” His top lip furls back and his teeth bare like an animal as he hisses his proclamation, “After the reign of the King Viserys, Aegon–”

Alicent's hands slam on the white stone table.

“That boy is not fit to rule!” Alicent speaks the truth, tears shining in her eyes as her father looks at her with disgust.

Her throat wells with a sob that aches to escape, she didn't want any of this. She didn't want anything to do with the political Game of Thrones.

Otto seizes her shoulders, the long sleeves of her green dress ruffled as he pulls her close to his face.

Otto enjoyed seeing the oxygen leave his child's body as she stood still with fear.

In truth, he had never hit Alicent.

Well.

Maybe once, but it was an accident of course. He swore to The Seven it was.

It was her fault for being born to look so much like her mother with those big puppy eyes and long brown hair.

It was like staring at the split image of a woman who once breathed to hurt and curled around the warmth harm gave her.

With the way her self-righteousness and narcissism dictated her decisions, Alicent was bound to listen to the vipers whisper til the day she died.

Otto just hoped that day would happen after Aegon's son, Jaehaerys, took the Iron Throne. The boy was promising just like the first King Jaehaerys, peaceful and light was his soul.

He had never harmed his daughter, who favored her late Mother so much, that it made his youngest son call Alicent Mother.

Foolish was that boy anyway in Otto's opinion.

He carried out orders well and was the prime example of a follower. The Hand's green eyes shined in delight at that though.

If only Alicent did not have her mothers questioning nature.

If only he didn't have to pull the same tricks up his sleeve to quell her compassion for the Blacks.

“He is the challenge, Alicent,” Anger spiked in Otto's veins as he shook his child where she sat.

“Just by breathing he is at stake. Would you like to see your children's head a fucking spike?” Otto Hightower was good at manipulation, especially towards his daughter.

He could see as Alicent's hazel eyes crested over forest green, she thought of her past relationship with the heir-to-be.

Alicent had convinced herself long ago that her relationship with the Dragonstone Princess ruined everything for her future.

Petty lies led to waging war through the color of dress skirts and sharp remarks.

A dog is what Alicent was, a puppy with wide eyes that would forever heel to her master's call.

Otto praised himself for having the girl on a long leash when she was younger; only to tighten it when she inevitably didn't know how to fix her broken relationship with the Princess.

Alicent would be lost without his wisdom.

“And your grandchildren would be next!” For the next act, Otto lays on a thick wet rasp that infiltrates his tone as he breaks eye contact with Alicent, and moves to walk out the door.

“My great grandchildren… I refuse to fail them as a Grandsire.” The man clears his throat and sighs with fake exhaustion as he runs a hand through his sandy blonde hair, graying with age.

“We will speak of this matter on the marrow, Alicent,” His hand curls his fingers around the door slowly and –

“Father, please,” Otto shifts his eyes to see Alicents that look upon him with defeat.

She walks around the Small council table and stands in front of him like a meek woman.

“You are right. Vaemond Velaryon will be a fine asset.” The Green Queen's poison escapes her as she whispers, hands clasped around each other as she stares down at them.

Otto could smell his victory approaching as the days went on and the King got more ill.

The Maesters believed it was only a matter of time.

Alicent could feel guilt swimming in her stomach as she fiddled with her fingers.

The silver Hand to the King appointed pin stared back at the woman with a mocking gesture; her station is all she would be.

Maybe she should just allow it to consume her already like it did her Father.

“Do not lower your head Alicent. You are Queen,” He lifts her head with his hands, his wax seal ring brushing her jaw.

Alicent slowly breathes out and recites a prayer inside her head, praying to the Seven as Alicent – Not Queen Hightower.

“Vaemond will arrive in two days time, Rhaenyra and her brood in four. Court will be held on the fifth day. Rest daughter, we have much to discuss.”

Otto leaves Alicent in pieces in the small council discussion room, her heart in her hands and head mushed on the floor.

Old dogs did not learn new tricks; they played the ones they knew over and over, until one day, they wouldn't move ever again for their masters.

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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for thirdborn black reader if cygnus “adopted”/stole his niece/nephew how do you think yan sisters/cousins bellatrix andromeda and narcissa would behave/view reader?

It would really depend on when exactly the Reader is brought into and made a part of their family. I see Druella absolutely being all over the Reader and taking them in as her baby rather than as an extended family member who has no where else to go. I think Cygnus would keep communications with Walburga regarding her last surviving child very minimal. He won’t let the Reader see any of Walburga’s letters or interact with their mother much, if at all, after taking them in but he will relay the gist of them just to say he did when he writes back to Walburga but again he keeps most of the ramblings of his sister pretty vague and chooses what to really tell the Reader. As far as Cygnus is concerned his sister isn’t the Reader’s primary family anymore nor does she have the stability to be in their life. Eventually, Cygnus’ replies to his sister become sparse and then he will get to a point where he just stops answering her altogether.

Out of the sister, Andromeda would be the first to grow attached to the Reader. She probably ends up taking on a similar maternal role to them as her one mother had. She’s the one who will devote the most time and attention into the Reader, becoming the one that they’ll seek out if they need anything (particularly consoling and comfort). When Andromeda ends up marrying Ted and being outcasted by the family, there’s a good chance she would pull a Sirius and take the Reader with her. Ted wouldn’t mind at all.

Narcissa would eventually grow attached to the Reader too, similar to Andromeda. After Andromeda is outcasted and in the case she doesn’t end up taking the Reader with her, then Narcissa would fill Andromeda’s used to be role in the Reader’s life and becoming their life line in the family. She would be Adam t about taking the Reader with her when she marries Lucius and ensuring the Reader wasn’t left alone.

Bellatrix would be the last to come around to getting attached to the Reader. She really only sees them as another Sirius and doesn’t expect much from them later on in life except to be outcasted like Sirius and Andromeda were. I could see Bellatrix spending whatever of her time and interactions with the Reader by testing whether they’re following the pure-blood traditions and ideologies or not. Honestly, she’s going to be the worse out of Reader’s new family but if the Reader plays their cards right like Regulus taught them to and bullshit their way through like Sirius taught them then they could end up eluding Bellatrix into leaving them alone. Only it will end up backfiring and getting Bellatrix to only take a darker interest in them and becoming much more attached then she even thought she could be.

#anxious answers #yandere cygnus black #yandere druella black #yandere andromeda black #yandere narcissa black #yandere bellatrix black #yandere house of black #yandere harry potter #yandere harry potter concept #yandere marauders era #yandere marauders era concept #yandere concept #yandere bellatrix lestrange #yandere narcissa malfoy #yandere andromeda tonks

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chaosfae-writes · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

premise: whenever a Targaryen is born, the Gods flip a coin—madness isn’t the birthright, it’s sorrow.

pairing: yandere!rhaenyra targaryen x poc!targaryen!reader

warnings: sibling incest, possessive behavior, mention of major characters deaths, paranoia, cruelty, dark wlw implied smut.

a/n: grrm really said for targaryen women, “double it and give it to the next person.”

Betrayal and fear are the double heads of a coin.

Paranoia is its child.

A wounded mother’s rage is feral, unhinged as a cornered animal. Four little dragons slain for the sake of war, and a husband lost to the sea.

Rhaenyra — no longer the realm’s delight, but a queen who’s shadowed by darkness. Targaryen women are cursed since birth, bearing tragedy within themselves as an unborn babe.

It’s in their blood, nestled in the marrow of their bones, made of unfathomable ancestral sins and starving voids. Born from angry men, and despaired women — whenever a Targaryen is born, the Gods flip a coin—madness isn’t the birthright, it’s sorrow.

The towns folk shout from the bellows of flea bottom, pleading for help, spitting on her name. Exhausted, and scared.

“Murderer!”

“Cunt!”

“The Black Queen is the wretchedest of women!”

So wretched she shall be.

As they starve and perish, she engorges in feasts, harshly taxing the poor for the last coins they barely own. Executing any who even glances upon her wrongfully— paranoid of anyone, walk on eggshells in her presence.

Beheading any servant who she perceives to be a new lover of yours, but you’ve only ever been faithful to Rhaenyra and Daemon.

Rhaenyra sees any man or woman as a threat to your marital vows.

Teeth, and bruises, possessive grip your soul; Aegon and yourself cannot linger far from her sight. Murmurs under her breath, stares soullessly in the roaring fire pit, manic outbursts that have influenced her only surviving son to be tumultuous.

She makes love as if she’s fighting, always in control, withering on top, fingers gripping tightly your flesh as if you will slip away.

Momentary bliss to be fucked in such manner, thrusting against her, your flesh craving for her. But as the high falls down, you’re reminded of the reality— that she’s not well.

Threatened to cage you in a cell, accused you of the conspiracy of infidelity, spitefully bringing up Daemon to hurt you — still grieving over your late husband, your precious kepus.

Even your own thoughts have no reprieve from her. Kneeling now, silver crown bowed in holy devotion, praying to the Gods — to free Rhaenyra of her pilt, for the safe passage for the souls of your boys, for your late husband, and the masses.

Even for your late nephews, and sweet sister, may the Gods be merciful.

The town folk deserve a good ruler, no matter what lies between their legs, just an heir who will guide them to prosperity. To have food, land, and a warm home.

Your fingers interlocked, hovering over your skull, murmuring under your breath — have been in this position for a while. Fruitlessly praying for many fortnights.

Subtle footfalls near but your mind is so distraught.

“What ails you, sister? Praying to the Gods?”

Milky fingers slither the slope of your neck, tracing the sore purplish bruise, tightening your shoulder, wincing and silently gasping at the sting.

“Prayers of what?” Rhaenyra’s fingers glide to your chin, her thumb stroking your lip, “Prayers for me?” Her voice eerily pitches mockingly honeyed sweet.

“What of me, you speak of?” Her voice is breathy and tense, false sweetness to entrap you.

Your breathing becomes haggard, mumbling inaudibly. Rhaenyra hums, she guides your head upward, but you fearfully close your eyes.

Those chilled violet eyes — she doesn’t look like herself when she becomes enraged, rather beastly.

No matter your response, she won’t believe you.

“Keeping secrets?” Rhaenyra roars, her hands tug the hem of your dress, snagging your body harshly away from the altar, to the flooring ungracefully.

“Kostilus Rhaenyra, nyke mērī jorepagon syt ao naejot jiōragon sȳrkta!” Please Rhaenyra, I only pray for you to get better.

Crawling on all fours as a dog, you try to cower away in the corner, but your sister persists on her delusions. She rushes over you, hunched over, her body crashing over yours. Limbs entangled, your wrists encased in her hands.

Shouting her spewing poison.

“Praying naejot se gods naejot sagon dāez yno? Daor sesīr se olvie kraj gods kostagon laodigon ao hen nyke!” Praying to the Gods to be free of me? Not even the most powerful Gods can steal you from me!

Rhaenyra rips the threads of your dress, as a blood-hound. She’s mad, by the Gods she’s mad! No longer is she the joyous wife you once adored, but now a cruel creature.

Wrestling on the marble floor, Rhaenyra just claws at your undergarments as if the fabric offends her to be in her way of your body.

“Rhaenyra, please I beseech you to be calm!”

Without a word, Rhaenyra lounges at your bare breast, teeth nibbling, sloppy and rabid. Your fingers fumble and grip her sleeve, your head tilting back, your back arching into her body.

“Kneeling for hours, head bowed —- our enemies shall be on their knees, pleading for us. Who aided you to create your altar?”

You mumbled that no one did, you created it over the years in honor of the gods. But she doesn’t listen, she hasn’t in a long time.

“A few servants have been near you, some of them serve in The Faith.” Rhaenyra mutters that she will like each servant up, “Perhaps their whispers have influenced you, trying to conspire against me. Praying for my downfall.”

As the sun falls upon the horizon, Rhaenyra takes you apart, orgasm and orgasm — and your body succumbs to her, cradling her skull into your palm, you accepted your fate.

This is who she is now.

The next morning, your prayer room is bare, with only the altar spared, but even it was violated.

The altar space is covered with a white fabric, no longer allowed to have your last inkling of personal space. Ripped away from you all due to paranoia.

You weep in the middle of the room, leaning from foot to foot, hugging yourself against your chest, your breasts flinching by the graze of the cotton nightgown — fresh bruises by her mouth.

“My love.” Rhaenyra’s voice echoes, “Come back to bed” Her voice lowers just a little, “The bed is chilled without you.” Soft subtle clicks of her heels against the flooring, “Later in the evening, Aegon would like for his mothers to read to him.”

Rhaenyra’s fingers glide against your waist, tugging you — firmly as a threat. Her head nears the shell of your ear, “An altar is no place for a queen to be on her knees,” she kisses behind your ear, earning a shudder.

This is who she is now.

A queen blackened by sorrow.

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Hello any headcanon with yandere house of black

You may have met the Black family in several ways. Tips are taken from @thefieryphoenix in this request. I hope you will like it. Feel free to write more requests.

~ Maybe you are a friend of one of the family (young people).

~ Maybe you are the lover of one of them or the bride-to-be.

~ Maybe you met by chance somewhere.

Blacks do not give up their inclination towards you, no matter what your blood status is. They will make everyone believe that you are purebred. Half the week you will stay at Cygnus and Druella's house, the other half with Walburga and Orion. They will spoil you financially. They make sure you have everything you want. Walburga and Druella love to decorate you with beautiful clothes and jewelry. Bella, Andy and Cissa will spend some girl-on-girl time with you. Bella teaches you self-defense, Andy helps you with your lessons, Cissa helps you with your hair and dressing. Sirius will try to make you like him. It will take you to concerts and other muggle activities. Regulus disapproves of his brother's actions. Regulus likes reading with you or doing quiet activities alone. They will get rid of anyone who wants to take you back. They are not afraid to get their hands dirty to be your legal guardians and family. Cygnus and Orion will observe and assist you with your lessons. Alphard brings you lots of presents when he comes to visit from time to time. Pollux and Irma firmly believe that they are your grandparents. At Hogwarts, young people will keep an eye on you. It is a mandatory rule that you write to them every week. Whoever hurts or upsets you, they will get rid of it all. Young people of the Black family will introduce you to their friends. Andy and Sirius want to take you as they run away from home, but they know they can't. They promise to come back to pick you up one day. You are not allowed to work after school is over. They argue that you do not need to work because you are already from such a wealthy family. You get the title of the most perfect aunt of the year. Draco and the other kids (children of the Black teens) love you very much. It is not allowed to have a lover. They will argue that no one deserves an angel like you. They will never give physical punishment, they will only use guilt and manipulation.

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lady-ashfade · 8 months

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Hi could you please do yandere house of dragon x Helena twin and when Luke takes Aemond eye he also accidentally cut reader neck, and when they everyone’s gathered Alicent going crazy, reader faints making everyone extremely worried. Luke felt terrible ?

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Yan!Various!HOTD Characters x Fem!Reader

Made this were the reader was the only one injured because that makes it more fun, and also might make a part 2 so that will come into play if I make that. Also feel like if it was just the reader it would be more interesting.

Warnings: Blood, gore, knifes, violence, yandere actions, reader being injured, me going slight into-depth on how the reader gets cut. Pretty much the whole thing.

Reader wants the family to all get along while the chaos is going on. She is sweetheart like her sister, but she doesn’t have the sight as her sister does. So she notices most of what’s happening, the other half of her sister.

Reader stops Aemond from getting picked on when she’s near because she has the power to make the boys calm, and the rest of the family at that. So she can get mad and upset so aemond feels at ease when his sister is around. But all the boys long for her affection and love, so they all cling to her.

The funeral is a very sad time for her since she loved Laena and the thought of her cousins losing their mother. Or her uncle losing his wife.

So to the readers surprise when she see aemond and jace have a small moments it brings a warmth to her chest in this dark time. Hoping that this was the gods way to bring her family together, but her hopes soon vanished when night came.

She had heard the others walk through the hallways as she tried to fall asleep, opening her door and their whispering calls. They got her attention and claimed someone stole vhagar so she went with them.

“I think we need to wake up our parents.” But her words were shoot down as they dragged her through the halls and down through the castle.

As soon as she saw the white hair she knew it was aemond and she wished she stayed in bed. The kids started to shout, while aemond replied in a time she never heard before, not shy. But proud and filled with venom.

When the fight broke out and all the reader could do was scream and cry for them to stop, but her body froze up. As soon as aemond grabbed ahold of Luke she ran towards him and grabbed ahold of his arm.

“Please, do not hurt them anymore. We- We can all stop this madness,” she looked around at all of them with tears. “Let us all be family.” Aemond was so caught up in his own wrath he pushed the reader back so she wouldn’t get in his way.

He threw Luke to the ground after calling jace and Luke “Strongs.” Then throwing the younger boy to the ground. Jace pulled out a small knife and the reader gasp as they fought again, but the knife was thrown elsewhere.

She watched as Luke crawled to the knife with a interesting to hurt aemond so her body moved on its own. “Aemond!” Just as she shouted she was cut off with the sound of flesh being cut with his blade and gushing sounds. They watch the horror in front of their eyes go down. Blood rolling down her throat and gasped of failed attempts of air when she fell to the ground with her hands clawing at her own throat.

Luke dropped the knife and steps back in disbelief of what was happening. Aemond caught his sister and laid her down in his arms trying to stop the bleeding. “How could you! I’ll kill you! I’ll feed you to my dragon.” He started to cry as did the others.

“What’s going on here?” The guards shouted as the walked up on the children and soon realized the princess. They took her in their arms and sent for the maester and the king at once. Everyone soon garnered in the hall for what had happened.

Alicent screamed when she first saw her daughter and it was loud that everyone in the castle heard. Running to her daughter with tears in her eyes she started to move her hair out of the way as the maester worker. Viserys screamed at the guards to answer who had done it but he wasn’t expecting his own grandsons. Aemond sat at his mothers side while handing the readers hand. Healana looked at the ground with a sob. She had saw it in a nightmare once’s that felt so real, this exact moment.

The boys stayed back and far away. Luke not even daring to look at the reader knowing he caused her harm and pain. All of them wondering if she would be dead soon. Alicent was so focused she didn’t even pay attention to anything but the reader being life and to keep her that way.

When rhaenrya entered it was hell to pay. Reader had just got done with her stitches while still knocked out cold as her body tried to heal itself. “You,” Alicent screamed and pointed at the princess. “You’re filthy sons did this.” Rhaenrya had not see the reader yet as she looked at her sons. When her eyes looked onto the readers body her eyes went wide and looked back at her sons not believing a word.

“They did this?” She asked around the room as the boys tensioned up. “It’s true, jace brought the knife to the fight and his brother, Luke, did the deed.” Cole spiked with a snare. Luke tugged at his mother’s sleeves, “But I did not mean too. Aemond was going to kill jace! The reader got in the way.” All the children started to scream their own defense as everyone watched.

The king was mad but not at the children but at the guards for not doing their jobs. Saying this would have been avoided if they were watched closely. “She would not want us to fight and surely you all know it.” He turned to look at young Luke in the eyes. “I know you did not mean it boy, things can be forgiven.” Alicent looked at rhaenrya as she smiled softly and pull her sons behind herself and listened to Viserys plead of forgiveness and family.

“He deserves no forgiveness,” Alicent stood up and let go of your hand. “The knife was brought to the fight and one of our children could have been killed- Y/n almost died, or might not make it.” She inched closer with a glare and her hands made up into a fist. “Our little girls life being stolen can be..Forgiven?”

“It is what’s right! I love her with my heart but it has been decided, no more blood needs to be shed. Do not let your hatred blind you Alicent.” She stared at him as he spoke so calmly and started to walk away. Her eyes went to the dagger on his hip and her mind filled with red to see her daughter avenged. Moving quickly she took the blade from his side and held it up going for Luke.

“If you will not see to justice then I shall.” Rhaenrya pushes her sons back and caught Alicent before she got closer. They held each other, pushing and pulling to get what they wanted. “Another insult to my family and you get away with it? Just under falling under that pretty foot. It is not far, where is duty? Where is sacrifice?” Rhaenrya looked at the blade as it reflected off the fire light.

She was about to say something but a loud metal sound caught them off guard. They both looked back as the reader laid on the floor with her eyes open and reached out for them. Her head shaking as she tried to speak out but nothing was coming out. Aemond coming to her aid and helping her up but she had used her the rest of her strength to get out of the chair. Reader looked at her brother for help to help and speak her mind, pleading to do the right thing.

“No more blood shed mother.” His spoke but his eyes do not match his words. “She does not wish it.” Helaena came rushing down to her twins side and held her hand. Alicent looked back at rhaenrya one last time before pulling away and dropping the knife. Slowly inching back she looked around at her husband, only with anger and devastation.

Everyone was quiet as she ordered someone to carry her daughter out of the room with the maester. The kids walked with her and held onto their sisters hand as she fell back into a deep sleep. No one could speak a word as they all stood stocked.

For years that was the last time rhaenrya and her kids saw their aunt, along with Daemon. But letters where sent in private from the reader to all of them with updates and her forgiveness. But luke refuses to open and read them as his guilt rotted away at his soul. But each week for years new letters still came from her. The next time they all saw eachother, they all grown so much. But they all remembered the first acted of war.

One side trying to make amends and the other full of revenge.

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year

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may i ask how the family of rhaenyra's precious baby would react if someone tried to poison him?

❝🐉 lady l: in this bby!reader imagine, Criston is on the side of the Blacks, but it's still Alicent's sworn protector. It might not make a lot of sense, but I still intend to delve deeper into that part if anyone wants to. Sorry for any mistakes! <3

tw: attempted murder, use of poison, implied murder and torture and mention of blood.

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Let's imagine that all this happens during a family dinner. It was one of the few times that the Blacks and the Greens were all together and in an atmosphere of peace and harmony. Criston was present, not necessarily having dinner, but he was in the room next to Alicent and keeping an eye on you. As he always did.

Of course, this was all thanks to bby!reader presence and because of Viserys, who always tried to appease the family. Everyone was happy, really, even Daemon was being more sociable than usual. Everything was going great.

Dinner was quiet and fun, everyone was listening to the bby!reader and no one seemed to notice that anything was wrong. That is, until you start coughing a lot.

At first it sounded like a normal cough, and Laenor, who was at your right side, patted your on the back in a failed attempt to help stop the cough. But needless to say, it didn't stop, it got worse. All eyes went towards you worriedly and when you fell to the ground, with your hand on your throat coughing heavily, everyone got up and went towards you desperately. Criston was running beside you, holding your head protectively so you wouldn't hit it on the ground.

Chaos and panic would ensue in order to save bby!reader is general. Screams could be heard all over the Red Keep and the maesters would all be summoned to try and save you.

Fortunately you were saved in time, a maester discovered that you were poisoned and identified the poison in time and you were saved. Everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, but now they're going to come together to find out who dared to try to poison you and that person would experience something worse than death.

❝Yandere!Team Black Reaction: If bby!reader it's poisoned

Viserys went mad with fear when he saw you lying on the ground, coughing up blood, and it was as if his heart had stopped in that moment. He ran alongside you, pushing everyone in the way, and hugged you tightly. A few tears fell from his eyes as he screamed desperately for the guards or anyone to do something to save your life. He wouldn't leave your side while you were being tended to by the maester and he wouldn't rest until he was sure you were safe and once Viserys was sure, he would make sure that whoever dared try to kill you would regret it for ever the rest of their life.

It took everything in her to keep Rhaenyra from collapsing on the spot, she used all her strength to stay calm, but she couldn't. Her bby was about to die and she was a crying and desperate mess. She would be one of the few people allowed to be by your side when the maester takes care of you, she stared at him with her eyes red from crying. If you died... Rhaenyra didn't know what she would do, she just knew that she wouldn't hold back. She was beside you, holding your hand and saying words of comfort that meant more to her than they did to you. She finally breathed a sigh of relief after being told you were out of danger. Now the only thing left to do would be to destroy whoever dared try to hurt her bby. And, oh, will she make them regret it.

Laenor could feel the fear and despair filling him completely, it was as if all his biggest fears had come true. His bby was about to die. He started screaming and making threats to everyone in that room, he didn't trust anyone and he suspected that someone there was trying to murder you and he wasn't going to let them go unpunished. Laenor would be by your side throughout the entire process, holding and sobbing into you. He was a complete mess and he felt helpless in the face of this situation. He wouldn't stop asking the maester questions until he was sure you were going to be fine and only when he had confirmation could he breathe again. The only thing left to do is to find out who tried to kill his bby, and Laenor won't rest until he finds out who did it.

The moment you started coughing Criston already felt worried and was completely aware of your behavior, but the moment you fell to the ground with your hand on your throat and coughing up blood, that's when he lost it. Criston got desperate and was the first to go to your side, hugging you tightly and trying to help you. He wasn't allowed to stay in the room while you were treated, he was considered none of his business, only few people knew the truth and they didn't care. Nobody cared and Cole felt more and more anxious as time went on and he didn't have any information from you. Criston had never felt so helpless in his life, he kept trying to storm the room but he knew he couldn't. It destroyed him inside not being able to be next to his bby while you were treated. When he received the news that you were safe and out of danger, Criston felt alive again and now, the only thing left was to make whoever tried to kill you be definitely eliminated from the face of the earth. That is, only after Crison was sure they'd suffered enough.

Daemon was in such shock to see you down and vainly clutching your own throat, he didn't know how to react. At first he just stood there watching everyone crowd around bby!reader and shouting orders, but he didn't react. It was as if it hadn't dawned on him that you had been poisoned. But when he did, oh god, Daemon was mad with rage. How dare someone do this to you? Unlike the others, he started asking bottomless questions and accusations towards the Greens of trying to kill you. He didn't care about anything else but trying to figure out who tried to kill you, and when he does find the culprit, Daemon will put them through something far worse than death.

Corlys and Rhaenys had the most unusual attitude in this situation. They stayed calm, don't get them wrong, they were still terrified of the thought of bby!reader dying, but they knew they had to remain as calm as possible in this situation. Someone had to keep themselves sane and it was them, Corlys was the one who shouted orders to bring the maester to you, and Rhaenys tried to comfort you however she could. They demanded to be present while you were treated and it's not like they were going to be denied, they were your grandparents after all and they were going to take care of you. While Rhaenys stayed by his side, Corlys decided to go after him to find out who dared to hurt you and he won't rest until he finds out who did. This, of course, with the support of Rhaenys and your entire family.

Laena was the calmest of the Blacks, she tried to take a deep breath and went to your side, removing your hands from your throat to stop the bleeding and helped carry you to the maester. She stayed beside bby!reader, looking at you full of concern and every now and then looking at the maester with a threat in her eyes, in case he couldn't save you. Laena smiled lovingly and kissed and hugged you after knowing you would live, she didn't leave her side until you woke up. She would stay there whether the others wanted her or not. She would be sure that Daemon and Laenor would kill whoever tried to murder you so she was calmer, but Laena would only be satisfied after she was sure of their painful death. It's only fair to what they tried to do to you.

Jacaerys and Lucerys both panicked as they saw their older brother struggling to live. Fear invaded them and they ran towards you, but they couldn't get too close due to the fact that bby!reader was surrounded by everyone else. Jacaerys tried to wedge himself in between to be at your side as Lucerys began to cry, mumbling unintelligible words. Just like your parents, they were in the room while you were a treated, but they weren't by your side completely, because of Rhaenyra and Laenor who were attached to you. The two brothers could only breathe a sigh of relief when they were assured that you would be fine, it was as if a huge weight had been lifted from their shoulders and they, after being allowed, wrapped themselves around you. If Jace could find out who did this to you, he'd make them regret it, but for now, he'd be content with staying by your side and protecting you, along with Luke.

Baela and Rhaena, similar to Jace and Luke, panicked and were very scared when they saw bby!reader scratching his bleeding throat. They unfortunately couldn't do much for you, but they tried to stay by your side however they could. Rhaena was the one who tried her best to let you comfort in this dire situation, while Baela made it very clear the things she intended (if she has permission) to do to the perpetrator of this crime. The sisters refused to leave your side even after they knew you were all right. They would take care of you in their own way and will be more than happy to have you dependent on them.

❝Yandere!Team Green Reaction: If bby!reader it's poisoned

Otto was one of the first to notice that you started coughing more than usual. Otto immediately got up from his chair and went to your side, but he didn't arrive in time for you to fall out of the chair and your father to run to your side. He stood still, just looking at you with a solemn expression, but inside he was very scared, and he was still compelled to listen to Daemon's vile accusations. As if he could dare to harm you. Otto tried to remain calm, but inside he was filled with hatred and a strong desire to commit a murderl. He was one of the few Greens allowed to be by your side while you were cared for, as Hand of the King, and he, along with Corlys, Daemon, Aemond, Aegon, Laenor, Criston and Viserys, began a merciless hunt to find out who tried to kill you, and Otto will not be the least bit merciful with the culprit.

Alicent had one of the worst reactions, she started screaming and crying as she bellowed orders to fetch you a maester. She was glued to bby!reader side, trying to hug you as you lay on the floor coughing, but she quickly got up and started to follow as you were taken away to be treated. She stayed in the living room, sitting on the bed beside your legs and gently petting your hands in a failed attempt to try to reassure herself that you would be okay. Alicent finally remembered to breathe after receiving confirmation that you would be fine and she would take care of you herself, she is the Queen and your grandmother and will make sure that whoever tried to assassinate you will have a slow and painful death.

Aegon had one the cruelest and unexpected reactions of all the Greens. Aegon stood there looking at you in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe this was happening, that you were about to die in front of him. He ran to your side, but was pushed by the others, but he didn't stop trying to stay by the side of the bby!reader. He needed it and he was sure you did too, so Aegon fought to be by his side, ignoring the scolding he received for his inappropriate behavior, he just wanted to be by your side and he would be. Aegon would be at your mother's side, facing you with genuine affection and brotherly care and he made you a promise in that moment, he would hunt the culprit to the ends of the earth and feed him to his dragon. He will make them regret trying to hurt you.

Helaena was the least despairing of her family. She was still worried and scared that you were going to die, but she tried to remain calm, assuring herself that you were strong and everything would be fine. She was allowed into the room only after you were healed and she smiled in relief to see you breathing normally. She was calm in this situation, she was very scared but she stood her ground, she always knew you would be fine and that's why she didn't decide to act the same way as the rest of you did. Helaena hugged bby!reader tightly after being able to enter and was filled with hope when she saw you looking at her with affection. Yes, she's glad that bby!reader didn't die because Helaena didn't know what she would be capable of doing if he did.

If you thought Daemon and Aegon reacted badly to this it's because you haven't heard from Aemond yet. He was filled with hate and fear when he saw you lying on the ground, he started screaming furiously and tried to shove himself beside you, pushing the others. Aemond refused to wait outside the room, he entered the room and stood beside you, patting the bby!reader on the head while trying to comfort you and assuring you that whoever did that to you would pay deadly. He only left your side after the master said you were out of danger and you would wake up in a few hours, but not before making it very clear that he would mercilessly kill anyone who tried to harm you. Aemond will hunt them to the ends of the world if need be, he will not stop until he is sure there is no threat to your life. He will kill and torture with no remorse and, who knows, maybe feed them to Vhagar. Nothing is impossible when it comes to bby!reader.

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lunarmoonanons · 1 year

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The Dragon Dancer’s Call

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How did YN end up with Targaryens? She screamed and the Black Dread answered her cries.

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YN’s life before Westeros always came to her in flashes, daydreams, or sleep. If she thought really hard about it, the most vivid memory she could consciously pull was a dark place. Permanent darkness, a city that was filled with mystery, when her mother and brother took her to leave she remembered a dark sky and pale green river they traveled down. She remembered the feeling of strange fish swimming past her fingers as she dangled them in the water, and the feeling of wearing a mask as her mother made her do so when they finally reached the black city with stone that felt smooth and oily.

Now in Westeros, everything was much brighter, too bright. The sun reflected the burning in her chest as she walked along the forests of the crownlands. A town several paces behind her. Even though it was bright and warm, YN was still witness to people shivering to death. She tried to offer some who could not see a healer or maester some comfort, her warm tan skin offered some comfort to others who felt their icy hands to hers. She never got sick, but never stayed in one place too long as she did not want to garner attention.

So, she walked. Her dark hair was covered by a shawl that couldn’t quite cover the two orange flowers that were tucked behind each ear. Her eyes were trained to the ground so much so that she almost missed the upcoming figures of two men.They looked like workers who were establishing the kingsroad, but their eyes did not hold any noble intentions.

“Why hello little lady… Why are you out here all alone?” One tried to purr, but it came out like a hiss to the girl. His companion did not speak, only stared at her body.

“I’m traveling.” YN was short with them as she tried to walk around them, but the tall one attempted to block her way. “Get out of my way.”

“Now that’s not very polite, is it? We just wanna talk to you.” The tall one said as his companion stood behind her. Her tiny face glared at him. “You’re just a little spitfire ain’t cha?”

His friend moved to grab her shawl, making YN turn around and stab him with the black dagger she always carried. Its curved sleek form caused massive bleeding as she sliced his arm. The tall man watched his friend call out in pain as he attempted to stop the blood, this causing the tall man to grab at the small child when she tried to run. His large arms wrapping around her frame whilst kicked.

“Let Me GO!!” YN screamed. The sound pierced the men’s ears like lightning. Just as the one who held her was to throw her on the ground, a loud booming roar was heard overhead. The ground shook as the wings from the largest known dragon soared towards them. The Black Dread answered the cries.

Earlier, Balerion had been resting near the crownlands. He was not contained to the dragon pit as his kin were, but as the sun almost lulled him to sleep the dread felt unease. Like something in his blood was causing him to worry. His kin were on Dragonstone or Kings landing, so why did he feel like one was in danger? As he rose to fly and look, the unease turned to panic. Something was wrong, once in the sky he looked for the source. But the source cried out to him. He could understand them, a child, his kin was in danger. As fast as he could, Balerion flew to the sounds of screaming. On the ground there was a child, but her blood did not feel like a human, it was not Valerian but it was strong. She sounded like a dragon to him, smelt like a dragon to him, her blood sang to him like his own kin would. And she was in danger.

The two who tried to hurt her, dropped the girl and ran. Their legs could not outrun the flames of the dread that turned the men to ash and bone. Once they were dead, Balerion turned his head to the child who only slightly trembled at him, he tried to let out soft sounds to soothe her fears.

YN stood before the dread, her dark brown almost black eyes looking right into his as he nuzzled the tip of his nose to her body. He let out soft sounds to the girl, and YN was amazed that she could understand him. Not like he was talking to her, but like they were linked spirit to spirit, mind to mind. With a boldness none others would have, YN touched his face and rested her head against his skin.

“I’m alright now. Thank you.” She whispered. Their moment was soon interrupted by the others who worked on the kingsroad coming across them, as well as the townsfolk she had previously met. They gawked in awe, but made Balerion angry that they dared to stare. YN tried to calm him, only making the onlookers gape in amazement. “It’s alright. They can’t hurt me.”

For a night, many surrounded the dragon and the girl. Some nobles came to stare and command the girl to explain herself, but she did not comply with them. Once dawn came, it was announced the king and queen would be coming to see the spectacle. The sound of Vermithor and Silverwing, alerted the large dragon and the girl. Once they had landed, YN saw the strange people that were called Targaryens. Their pale skin, silver hair, and purple eyes contrasted her tan skin, black hair, and dark brown almost black eyes.

Jaehaerys did not know what to make of the news that Balerion seemed to be commanded by a child. He had already been mourning the loss of Daenerys, so he was not amused by the sound of what seemed like someone taking the dragon. But when he landed and his eyes met with hers, he felt a connection to her. Like she was of his blood. Like her blood sang to him, even if he could not place it. When he stepped toward her, Balerion brought the top of his wing to shield her away.

“Child. Explain yourself. How did you call The Black Dread?” He commanded, his voice strong like a king’s would be.

“I did not. I screamed and he answered to protect me. He says to me that I am like his kin.” The girl answered, she held no fear, no subservience in her tone. She spoke like she was equal to him.

“He speaks to you?” Amazement swept the crowd.

“I understand him. He does not talk to me like you and I speak now.” For a small girl, she was strong and fierce. YN did not take well to commands and threats, but the king does not seem to be one yet.

Alysanne stepped down from Silverwing. She was not excited at first to leave her children in king’s landing, especially after losing Daenerys. But Jaehaerys had been convinced that the story of a child commanding the largest dragon known required them both to show as a united front. She did not expect that the child would be so young, or that she’d feel a sudden rush of maternal need for the girl. Her arms ached to hold her like she was one of her own. Maybe it had been the loss of Dany that amplified her need, but she felt her soul reach to the strange child.

“Jaehaerys.” Alysanne called to her husband, who was trying to command the girl forward. She went to his side and leant toward his ear. “We should take her back with us. If she can truly call the dragon to her, then she belongs with us. With others like her.”

The king turned to his queen and nodded. Alysanne, like always, was right. They were fire and blood, she belonged with them. So with that he mustered the strength his voice required to command his subjects.

“This child belongs with us in King’s Landing. She is now of House Targaryen. By royal decree she is a princess of my house!” The crowd agreed and cheered, the noise confused the YN but the girl still stepped forward to the king who motioned for her.

Balerion grumbled slightly as she left the small pocket of protection he had for her, but with a touch to his snout he settled. That solidified in the king and queen’s minds that she was one of them. Alysanne picked the girl up so that she could ride in front of her on their trip down to the capital.

While they flew, Balerion following right behind, YN stared into the distance disassociating and daydreaming about her mother. Her mother had told her brother that he was to travel to the white waste where their ice kin would reside, and YN would stay in the south to find her purpose soon. With a kiss to YN’s cheek, the woman stood up tall and wrapped a strange red necklace around her throat. Her black eyes turned red for a moment, then her mother was gone.

YN was now amongst dragons.

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