#King Viserys x reader

[multiverseofstrangeness]

Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!OC x King Viserys Targaryen (Oneshot)

A/N: Well I don´t know if you call me toxic or weird or something but I tried it. I had an idea and tried to write it down. The final idea was from my friend so shame her haha. I hope you like it. Have a great day/evening/night.

Warnings: threesome, marriage cheating, fluff, somehow of dark and toxic Daemon and Viserys (I don´t know if you can call it that)

Words: 1550

"I intend to marry the lady Isabella Tyrell before spring's end." 

She gasped. Her jawline dropped, and she couldn´t control her facial expressions. Her father, in front of her, smiled proudly. Her sister shook her head. Alicent Hightower, the daughter of the hand of the King, ran outside the room. Isabella stood up. Looked around nervously and ran out, also. Her feet led her through the halls and the streets till the harbor was in front of her. The sailors of her realm, the servants of the house Tyrell, stared at her with big eyes.  

When she got her breath back, she spoke to one of them. To bring her back to Dragonstone. Back to him. So they did. 

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As they arrived a few days later, her heart raced like a carriage. She saw the long staircase as they rowed over the sea till they reached the small beach. She could smell the salty air of the sea. She felt the sand under her shoes and immediately felt at home. 

As the soldiers opened the door, her heart began racing again. She heard his voice before she entered the hall. 

"We have to fight for them. They are from old Valyria, as we are."

She interrupted them by walking in. His eyes met hers, and his expression shifted. 

"I think all of you should leave now."

His dark voice filled her heart with joy. She missed it. She missed him. She missed his lips on hers and his hands on her waist. She smiled through the crowd of men who left and smiled and slightly nodded at her. 

His steps were faster than she could think about what will happen next. His hands met her waist. His lips met hers harshly. She felt his breath on her cheek and a smile on his lips. She felt how he pushed her nearer to him. She sighed as he interrupted the kiss. 

"You were gone long enough, darling." 

She smiled as he ran his fingers through her hair, and she leaned her forehead against his.

"I know. I´ve bad news. Your brother intended to marry me."

He sighed and shook his head. 

"As long as you are with me, I promise to protect you and be devoted to you. You will be mine, and I will be yours. You can trust that nothing bad will happen to you."

She kissed his lips softly. He smiled. Now they were together again, and they tried to protect each other. 

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3 years later

The war on the Stepstones moves on now for 3 years. Three damm years after he told her he had to leave but will come back before the winter ended. But he was a liar. A damm liar. 

Now she sat there and tried to knit or something else. Sometimes, she would go to the library or talk to the soldiers or she trained to fight. But she doesn't want to go back to Kingslanding.

As she got the message of another loss of his side, she decided to go back. Finally. She doesn´t want to stay any longer. She wanted to be with people again. 

As the sailors sailed her down the narrow sea she felt the wind. She felt her heart breaking. Silent tears found their way down. 

After traveling for 5 days, they finally reached Kingslanding. During the journey, the pain in her heart reduced, and her thoughts shifted. She knew where she belonged to. 

She walked through the streets and approached a door. The soldiers standing in front of her acknowledged her presence. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw her sister seated with Alicent Hightower, who appeared to be pregnant. As she approached them, she felt Alicent's eyes on her and a chill ran down her spine. 

"My dear sister. What a surprise." 

She smiled as her sister hugged her. She missed it. She missed her family.

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As they got into the throne hall, she already saw him sitting there on his throne. She felt his eyes follow every one of her steps. 

"Your Majesty, my sister. I hope you remember her." 

Viserys nodded and smiled at her sister. She kneeled in front of him. Her head was down to the floor. 

"Your Majesty. It would be a pleasure if you let me stay here." 

Viserys stood up and made his way down the steps to her. She felt his hand on her shoulder and raised her head. He smiled. She missed him, all of them here at the court. 

"It would be a pleasure for me too."

She smiled. He gave her a sign to rise, so she did. She felt the gaze of Alicent on her, she was jealous. 

"Your Majesty, if I could help somehow. For the last 3 years, I had always my training sessions and I talked a lot to the soldiers. They taught me how to fight and protect me. If it´s possible, I would like to receive additional training to join your army."

Her sister coughed, and Viserys eyes widened. 

"You are a woman. I don´t even know if it´s possible. 

The hand of the king, Lyonal Kraft raised his voice. 

"It is not forbidden, My King. She could try it." 

Viserys´s head moved from Lyonal to Isabella. She smiled a little as the hand tried to protect her. 

"And if she is really that good as she said. She would be a great honor in our guard." 

Viserys let out a sigh of disbelief as he found himself forced to choose between what was right and wrong, all while in the presence of his most longstanding allies.

"Fine, we will try. But if you get hurt or something happens or someone tries to hurt you. I promise I will get you out of it."

He sounded like her father, but she knew he wanted her to be safe. He loved her since childhood, and she knew it. She knew him since childhood, so she knew him way better than she wanted. But she smiled. She appreciated his decision. 

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6 months later

As he entered the throne hall, her heartbeat stopped. She has improved in the last 6 months. She got into the King's guards. Her hair has changed too. She cut it 2 months ago now it is shoulder-long. Her eyes were the only part of her that hasn´t improved they simply got inexpressive. She felt his gaze on her as he kneeled in front of the king. She knew what will happen after this. 

She got very close to the king in the last 6 months she nearly told him everything about that between her and Daemon. He understood her probably. 

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She followed Viserys after Daemon got out, and they were something like reconnected. As they got into the garden, Viserys stopped her. 

"Ya, sure you wanna do this? You don´t have to meet him."

"Viserys, I am your guard. I have to no matter what I want." 

He nodded and moved on. Her hand palm was on her sword, and her view was straight in front of her. 

As she arrived at the garden with the weirwood tree, she spotted him. Despite knowing it would be enjoyable, she anticipated experiencing a great deal of pain in the coming hours. Her heart would repeatedly break as she watched him conversing with others, realizing that she was no longer part of that group.

She felt the eyes of Viserys resting on her, while the whole stuff, and she knew he was with her and she knew he wanted her after all. Yes, the King wanted her.

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Later in the evening, as her shift ended and she was back in her rooms, a knock interrupted her movements. 

She opened the door and saw two drunk people standing in front of her. 

The breath of booth of them smelled like it. 

Daemon's eyes looked up and down her body. He smiled as her eyes met his. 

Viserys leaned against the door frame and watched them he smiled as Isabella started talking. 

"Why the heck are you two here?"

She didn´t get an answer. She got interrupted by Daemon's lips. She felt his hands on her waist. The taste of alcohol was within. 

As she pushed him away and tried to stop him, she felt two hands on her waist that turned her around. Viserys was behind her, way more gentle than Daemon. He tucked a strain of her hair behind her ear and smiled down at her. 

"Isabella, you are so damm beautiful." 

Viserys whispered as he pulled her nearer. Daemon was behind her and caressed her neck with his soft lips. Viserys lips caressed her cheeks and somehow her lips. 

"You are married." 

She whispered, but they didn´t stop. 

She knew she wanted both of them far more than anything else. Even if one was a married king and the other was her 'boyfriend' whom she actually wanted to escape from. 

She knew both were drunk, but she noticed that Viserys was clearly clearer than her, even though she had never drunk. 

Her hormones went haywire as both touched her in a way she could only imagine in her sweetest dreams. 

She knew it was a mistake, but she gladly made the mistake.

[velaryqns]

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[two-white-butterflies]

in the land of gods and monsters | daemon targaryen x tyrell!reader x king viserys

Description: She has been married to King Viserys for decades, but every night she ponders about the future that she and Daemon could've had.

She had ambitions for her father's house. Dreams that told her that her house would raise far beyond its limitations, and all of Westeros would regret the days when they scorned House Tyrell and whispered behind its back.

The lord of this realm held little respect for House Tyrell, a few decades ago — they were mere squires that rose to power because of Aegon The Conqueror. In their minds, House Tyrell was exactly like it's sigil — small and easily frightened. But roses had thorns, and that was exactly what Y/N was.

It was a surprise to everyone when King Viserys announced his engagement to Lady Y/N Tyrell, a lady whom no one knew about. She was beautiful — and everyone praised the King's keen eye. The Realm was wary of their new queen.

"Growing strong, that is my family's motto." she leaned down to her eldest son's level, inspecting the book that he was reading. Little Aegon did not hold any love for his mother's house, and she didn't care — because her son was a dragon, not a rose.

"And your father's motto is fire and blood." she added as she placed a hand on her second son's shoulders. "You are both dragons," she smiled as King Viserys enters the room.

She stands up and helps him sit down beside her. Lately, he's been weak and sickly — the cuts on his back have only grown deeper. She often worries about her husband and his health, especially since he still has Rhaenyra as his heir.

"Have you checked in with the maester?" she questioned dotingly while he nods, confirming her suspicions. "I am fine, Y/N." he tries to calm her down but she wasn't convinced. "You clearly aren't," she retorts placing a hand on her lap.

Viserys was reckless and mad. He worried little for his health and disregarded his children with Queen Y/N, often taking favor of his eldest child, Rhaenyra. She wondered if marrying him was the right choice.

"I am, tis' nothing but the season. I will be fine in no time," he comforts her again while she rolls her eyes and slumps down on the floor. There was no use arguing with him, he sees no reason and listens only to his daughter.

She gazes upon his face, and worried was etched into her features. He looks down and chuckles nervously. "It is truly nothing Y/N," he dismisses as she rests her head in his knees.

He doesn't love her — he sees her as someone who gets his through his darkest times. He sees her as a shoulder to rest his weary head on. He's cruel when it comes to love, but on days where he is hardly sane — she allows herself to feel normalcy and allows herself to pretend that there is love between the both of them.

"We cannot make it without you, Viserys." she whispers and he places a hand on her head. "What do you mean by that?" he asks and she gazes upon his eyes once more.

His purple orbs holding nothing but unfamiliarity and coldness. "Our position at court is not stable. I fear for our sons," she mutters as she stands up and looks at her sons.

Aegon and Baelon stare at her, and she offers the both of them a kind smile. "Might you both leave our chambers, and go for a walk?" she requests as Baelon nods and grabs his brother's hand. Walking out of the room quickly.

"Are you that adamant in making Aegon heir?" he questioned sharply as she pours herself a goblet of wine. Yes, she wishes nothing but to see her son become king — all her hard work would have been for nothing.

"Adamant? I merely tell you that our lives are in danger." she replied plainly and he chuckles bitterly. He didn't believe that his daughter had the power to kill her siblings, the motion that Y/N was planting are grounds for treason.

He stands up and takes a step towards her, his knees slightly faltering from the tiny pressure. She looks at him, and doesn't move an inch. This scene had played out a thousand times, and it always ended with one of them storming out of the room.

"Are you not content with your position? You were the fourth daughter of a weakened house. Have you no sense of indebtedness?" he exclaims as she takes a step back, feigning inferiority.

She looks away from him and places her attention on the wine in front of her. "I am forever in debt to you, but you cannot deny that I worry about our sons. The mere thought of their existence is a threat to Rhaenyra's throne." she argued as she turned her back towards him.

"You dare accuse my daughter of future murder! Tell me, who dares plant these seeds in your head and I shall ensure that they do not speak again." he demanded as she bit her lips.

She should've known that Viserys was stupid when it came to his daughter. That he sees her as the apple of her eye, and can do no wrong. "Everyone at court knows that our son should be King. In their hearts and in their heads, they know it. It is the proper way of things." she tried to convince him as he throws an object at her direction.

She flinches lightly, but regains her composure. "Leave! Get out of my sight!" he screams as her, and she looks back at him.

She looks down, and stares at the broken shards at the bottom of her clothed shoe. She looks at his face again, memorizing each wrinkle, each frown that littered on it. And vowed that she would get her revenge.

She turns towards the door and reaches for its metal handle. Pushing it, and walking away from the traitorous scene.

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Daemon slumps down beside his good sister, a small smirk creeping unto his face. There had been a time where they were lovers, but that was before his brother stole the woman.

His heart beats for her still, but he'd never act on it. For his love for his brother, outweighs the whims of his own. "Another fight? Are you a warrior, Queen Tyrell? You fight a war every day." he joked as she stared blankly at the window in front of her.

Daemon was joyous that the woman who betrayed him lived a miserable life. "I am a woman my prince. My husband is my battlefield," she replied curtly as she takes a sip of the wine in front of her.

She found her peace in alcohol nowadays. Her husband, the incompetent fool had been too stupid to comfort her. "If I was your husband, my queen, I would've burned the battlefield before allowing tears to spill from your eyes." he jested as she reached for her eyes, not realizing that tears had been flowing from it.

She chuckles lightly, realizing the bitterness of the situation. In her quest for power, she had lost the one who would fight for her. She had lost her greatest love, only to lose everything in return.

"But you are not my husband, my prince." she answers as she turns to look at him. Viserys' eyes were filled with animosity, but Daemon's eyes held warmth in them. The kind of fire that didn't waver under questioning.

"Yes, you lost that chance long ago." he added and she looks away from him, fearing that if she looked too long — she'd drown.

She was a strong woman. She dealt with Daemon's rumors and whores for years, and now Viserys' plain blindness. Y/N Tyrell was the type of person who could let herself burn, and never deal with the pain. She was born for Kingslanding. She was born with ambition.

"If I only I hadn't," she blurted out, allowing the liquor to talk instead of her brain. "If we had married each other, then we'd spend the rest of our days in Highgarden. Not worrying about the whammies of your brother's court." she imagined plainly as she stared at the window once more.

He looks at her and she offers him a goblet. He takes it from her hand and pours himself a pint. "Then why did you choose my brother?" he questioned, his curiosity taking the best of him.

Others always called Daemon the most attractive brother. A part of him knew that without the crown, Lady Tyrell would have chosen him as groom.

She plays with the hems of her gown, and smiles. "I am the fourth daughter of a third son. There's nothing in this world for me. It didn't help with Alicent's teasing. Did you know that when we were young, my father would come to Oldtown and make me play with Lady Alicent? And I had to always be nice to her, because we were nobodies and she was the only daughter of a second-son." she ranted as she rested her head on his shoulders.

"Such funny thing, because now she serves me and I am Queen." she added with a long chuckle.

"But if I could go back, I would choose you and Highgarden" she finished as she stares into the abyss.

[two-white-butterflies]

his real ambition | king viserys x reader 

Description: Being a matriarch to a family was has hard, watching the love of your life marry someone else is harder. requested by @tremendouscoffeeprincess

A/N: I know that you requested the reader to be his mistress but that breaks my heart :((

The men in your life were weak — they were all sheep. Being the lady of your house was hard work, especially when there was a realm of men plotting against your demise. King Viserys stays by your side however — a constant, a light that guides you through the maze.

But he was a fool — and everyone played him like a fiddle. Perhaps that was the reason you were so enamored by him, there was something about his naivety that allowed you to become a much more stronger woman.

He wasn't married when you loved him. He was still a young lord reigning over the shadow of his cousin; Princess Rhaenys. But after his marriage to Aemma, the rift between both of you supermounted to the highest degree.

You'd bump shoulders in some days, and act like the other didn't exist in the other. It was a charade — a stupid circus that wasn't going to burn down soon. After Aemma died, it felt like a door was opened — and you had your chance once again.

That was until he announced his engagement to Lady Alicent of Hightower — and then you realized that he was truly a fiddle. A dumb twat who could easily be manipulated.

You slam the door loudly as he takes a step back. "Lady Y/N? Is everything alright?" he questions intuitively as you roll your eyes in shock. "You're marrying Lady Alicent?" you exasperate as he nods in return.

Alicent was a delicate flower — a beautiful submissive woman, who'd be perfect for Viserys if he weren't submissive himself. Their marriage would turn the entire court into a puppet show.

"Yes, have you come to give your blessings?" he taunts as he stands up from his seat. You cross your hands in disbelief, "Blessings? Have you gone dumb?" you beseeched as his frown deepens.

There was no way in hell, you were going to give them your blessing. You had love for his daughter, Princess Rhaenyra — allowing Lady Alicent to marry The King, meant killing Nyra (even if it wasn't said directly.)

"Pardon me?" he excuses as you bite your lip. He's a stupid idiot, a sheep, I shouldn't have loved him.

"And what of me? I've waited like a martyr—" your voice gets cut off. "Waiting for the death of my wife?" he exclaims as he treads towards you. He loved Aemma, and you knew that — perhaps even more than he loved you.

After all, that woman gave her a child. "Isn't that what we always agreed upon?" you spat as he sighs loudly. Alicent was his love, and you his lust. There was a clear barrier between the both.

"We never agreed upon anything," he clears up as you chuckle once more. He was an asshole, not a real dragon. "Then why have you disagreed upon every marriage proposal given to me? It's foolish enough that you've had me wishing —"

"Wishing? Apologies, but I assumed that you were the one who wanted not to marry." he apologizes as he waved his arm around. You scoff, now he's acting like I'm the one at wrong.

You loved the man inside of Viserys, even if he was cruel. "Then what about me?" you imply as he freezes slightly. In the midst of all the celebrations, he's forgotten about the woman who loved him first.

He sits down, and takes a deep breath. "Lady Y/N, you are a wonderful woman. And perhaps I would've married you — if I was any other man." he trailed off as you took a step towards him. White pools of water now filling your eyes as he clears his throat.

"But I must think of my duties first. Marrying Lady Alicent would benefit the realm" he reasons as you bite your lip. Another load of his lies. "Then love me still." you reply as you kneeled beneath his sitting form. "Love you how?" he questions as he places a hand on your face.

"Love me in ways we've always had"