#Rhaena targaryen x reader

[nebulamorada]

an original oc will be the favorite of many, but you, targ!reader daughter of rhaenyra, shall be mine

[agathaswoman]

roasting modern!aemond

jacaerys: what’s something you guys are better than aemond at?

lucerys: probably mario kart

rhaena: yeah, literally every video games

y/n, passing by: emotional stability

aemond: what have i done to you, people?

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐈𝐕

Plot: Imagine being the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, and having a very devoted family.

Cw: incest/targcest, yandere/lovesick behavior, unhealthy relationships, platonic and romantic yanderes, not everyone is romantically involved with reader, yandere EVERYONE x reader, sexual content, no actual smut, again, Daemon is violent

Taglist: @faesspace

>Jacaerys had come to terms with his status as a bastard, even though it was never to be said out loud

>Laenor was still his father, even if not biologically, he was the men he called "dada" with his first words, and it would remain that way for the rest of his life

>This made him closer to you, your situation was different, as everybody knew you were a bastard, and you were not to inherit anything

>He felt like he had to prove people wrong about him, so he overexerted himself. There was little you could do to stop him, so you contented with staying by his side in the library, late at night, falling asleep to his voice practicing high valyrian

>In these nights, you likely had little Aegon or Viserys on your lap, because they'd cry until they were put to sleep only by your or their mother

>Jacaerys would revel in this image, you peacefully asleep, holding babes, your silver hair caressing your cheeks

>He could sometimes allow himself to imagine what if the children you were holding were his, if you could be his queen. If he could kiss you and rut against you, if he could suck your nipples until milk would come out

>But he was always quick to dismiss these ideas, you were forbidden fruit, and the last thing a bastard king needs, is a bastard queen. His mother had gone through hell and back to uphold his claim to the iron throne, and he would not disappoint her, no matter how desperately he needed you

>And even though, he was ashamed to admit it, he was scared of his step-father. There was one specific memory he would always go back to

>He was a young man, maybe a little older than you. And he had come to Dragonstone while you were in King's Landing with Rhaenyra. He had come bearing expensive gifts and displaying a beautiful crimson doublet with embroidery details in gold and plum

>He had spoken flowery promises of old alliances of his house with the conqueror, and Daemon's face was reflecting his achingly strong boredom and weariness, demanding him he speak whatever idiotic trade he had in mind. That's when the lord said he'd be "most delighted" to present himself as a suitor for lady Y/N. Daemon didn't respond, he let the awkward silence seat, he let him marinate in anxiety. He then took his dark sister and cut the poor boy's head off. He told his guard he'd be spared if he returned to tell the tale, that no one should try to approach his firstborn daughter.

>"Nobody likes a peeping Tom" he shouted to Jacaerys, who was hidden watching the scene

>He still sometimes thinks of how easily his head fell off his neck, how quickly it did

>So he knew Y/N couldn't be his, not now not ever. But he still hated to know there was one person that Daemon could not scare off

>Jacaerys felt lucky he could see your metamorphosis from a girl to a maiden in a first row seat, but this change meant that one day you'd leave, and he'd have to get a wife, a proper wife for a king

>But that person that was not scared of Daemon, also didn't have that problem. He was talking about Daeron Targaryen

>Despite the collective best efforts of the Velaryon brothers, you still talked to Daeron regularly, fortunately, not as much now that he was in Oldtown, but still too much for their liking

>Lucerys did not realize the puppy crush he had on you, thinking he just saw you as his older sister, but he was on board with anything that meant sabotaging your possible paramours

>So they were incredibly frustrated when they all had to travel to King's Landing, and Daeron was going to be there

>Lucerys used Daeron's presence to distract himself from the fact that his grandsire could die, and that that was the real reason why they were there, for him to inherit Driftmark

>This was the first time in years you'd actually spend time with Aemond, as you would avoid him everytime you visited

>Dagahrion was too large for the dragon pit, so he stays in a cave in Aegon's hill

>Alicent ran to hug you, Rhaenyra stood there, silently judging her

>When you went to see your uncle Viserys, it was heartbreaking, he called for you, and you kneeled at the edge of his face, so he could see you clearly. It took him some time to recognize you

>"Y/N... She's nothing but an infant, I know she must be playing, but I'd like to see her"

>You patiently explained, until he could remember you, you saw a lonely tear when the realization of your age, and the pass of time had hit him

>You got into an argument with your father when he accused Alicent

>"Can't you see she just wants to have your trust to whore you out to his depraved sons?!"

>"Are you one to talk about depravity, father?!" You shouted, offended and angry at him

>"I am one to talk because I know exactly what goes through the heads of men like that, and I know exactly the type of woman that bitch is"

>"What are you scared of? That someone might treat me like you did my mother?!" You are a dragon, and you spit fire. Your father goes quiet, not out of shame, but out of astonishment. He had waited so much time to see himself in you, he thought that your lack of ill intentions was what made you perfect, but it was not. Daemon would enjoy seeing more of this, after all, it would be laughable if an innocent, irreproachable maiden rode a dragon like yours

>Daemon smiled at you and left the room, leaving puzzled and embarrassed at your words

>Rhaenys and the twins were second to greet you, your sisters had missed you so dearly

>They excitedly spoke of all that happened, and how much they missed being with you, you spent an hour in the gardens before you were interrupted, to go to Lucerys' hearing

>After catching up, Rhaenys left you to have "girl time" with them, they hugged you once again, and you could swear Rhaena left a kiss on your collarbone, and Baela's hands wondered a little too low from your back to your tailbone

>The announcement of the marriages had complicated reactions, you could see it, but you were glad the family would remain together, strong

>You hugged Lucerys when Vaemond yelled for all the realm to hear of his accusations, and you saw your father smiling at you and Rhaenyra once he had sliced Vaemond Velaryon in half

>During dinner, you sat between Jacaerys and Baela

>You were pleased to share a table with your family, it had been so long since you last did

>Aegon's unsavory comments made you cringe, but you sweetly smiled when Jace and Baela defended you, Alicent and Daemon were glaring daggers at him

>When it was time for the toasts, you looked at Helaena with sadness, thinking of how miserable Aegon had made her

>You toasted to your uncle Viserys, Viserys the peaceful, who had earned his title as protector of the realm

>Aemond kept looking at you, you could not decipher his expression, what he wanted from you

>You danced with Daeron and Helaena, Rhaena then joined, with her pentoshi grace and coquettish moves, she had always loved dancing the most out of you three

>The tone completely changed once Aemond decided to toast to his nephews, the three strong boys

>Before Jace could go to punch him, you spoke up

>"Say what you mean, cousin" you taunted

>"It was but merely a compliment, don't you believe your step brothers to be strong?'

>"I believe my king ordered to cut off the tongue of everyone who would insinuate or reference the foul rumors spoken against your future queen and king"

>"That was the day I lost my eye, was it not, dear cousin?" He spoke with a voice that made you want to recoil, it was frankly disgusting

>"It was, if I were you I wouldn't want to become Aemond One Eye and no tongue" you could almost feel your father's approval as you spoke poison

>With all the noise and stress, you felt your knees start to fail, you could see Daeron was holding you

>Aemond walked towards you before being stopped by a punch from Jacaerys

>After seeing Jace come to you, you blacked out

>Of course your fainting was attributed to being a young maiden in the presence of violence, but you knew something was strange

>Though it ended in a bitter note, you knew your spell was beyond psychological, you felt sick, maybe it was the food

>The maesters said you were not fit for travel, nor boat less dragonback

>Daemon refused to leave you on King's Landing, trying to sneak your asleep body out of the castle to take you with him on top of Caraxes, but he was discovered

>When he inevitably had to go, he left you in Misarya's care, had you wake up and be unable to travel back to your family, she would be rewarded handsomely to take you to Dragonstone

>The night prince Daemon left, was the night Viserys the peaceful, first if his name, died

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Dragon Hybrid Targaryens Masterlist

Hi !

I thought about the Dragon Hybrid Targaryen one night and decided I couldn't live with it any longer. If nobody was going to think about it, then I'd write it myself.

Original Masterlist

Rules

Cues :

💞= Fluff  👹= Angts  🥵= Spicy    🧚🏻=Requested  🌙 =Serie

💬= Blurb    🕺🏽💃🏻 = Character centric   🦇=Creepy

General

-Thoughts (first)

-Thoughts (extended)

-Pack VS Mate Bonds

-What about the Velaryons

More infos about Dragon!spirits

↳ (@lady-dragon-rider)

Aegon II Targaryen

Jealousy 💞🥵👹🧚🏻

Nicknames 💞🥵

Injuries 👹💞🧚🏻

Born bathed in fire

↳ (@lady-dragon-rider or-and @lady-dragon-rider-2)

With children 💞🥵🧚🏻

Disrespect 👹🧚🏻🕺🏽

Aemond Targaryen

Matebound!Aemond 🕺🏽💞

Dragon Whispers 💞👹

Jealousy 💞🥵👹🧚🏻

Nicknames 💞🥵

600 followers surprise 💞

Injuries 👹💞🧚🏻

Courting 💞🧚🏻

↳ Nesting 🧚🏻🥵

With children 💞🥵🧚🏻

Baela Targaryen

When our gazes first met 💞🕺🏽💃🏻

Correspondence 💞👹

Jealousy 💞🥵👹🧚🏻

Nicknames 💞🥵

Injuries 👹💞🧚🏻

Courting 💞🧚🏻

↳ Nesting 🧚🏻🥵

With children 💞🥵🧚🏻

Daemon Targaryen

Dragon Whispers 💞🥵

Jealousy 💞🥵👹🧚🏻

Nicknames 💞🥵

Injuries 👹💞🧚🏻

With children 💞🥵🧚🏻

Disrespect 👹🧚🏻🕺🏽

Helaena Targaryen

Dragon Whispers 💞👹

Jealousy 💞🥵👹 🧚🏻

Nicknames💞🥵

Injuries 👹💞🧚🏻

With children 💞🥵🧚🏻

Jacaerys Targaryen

Dragon Whispers 💞

Jealousy 💞🥵👹🧚🏻

Synchronicity 💞👹

Nicknames 💞🥵

Injuries 👹💞🧚🏻

Courting 💞🧚🏻

↳ Nesting 🧚🏻🥵

With children 💞🥵🧚🏻

Laenor Velaryon

600 followers surprise 💞

↳ The Aftermath 💞👹

Courting💞🧚🏻

↳ Nesting 🧚🏻🥵

Injuries 👹💞🧚🏻

With children 💞🥵🧚🏻

Laena Velaryon

Nothing Right Now

Rhaena Targaryen

Jealousy 💞🥵👹🧚🏻

Injuries 👹💞🧚🏻

Courting 💞🧚🏻

↳ Nesting 🧚🏻🥵

With children 💞🥵🧚🏻

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Rhaenyra with her lover 💞

Dragon whispers 💞🥵

Jealousy 💞🥵👹🧚🏻

Nicknames 💞🥵

Injuries 👹💞🧚🏻

With children 💞🥵🧚🏻

Taglist :

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Anon's: 😵‍💫🥰🧑‍🍼👑

[lady-ashfade]

yandere!lucerys velaryon & rhaena targaryen x maid!fem!reader

—£ of course no matter how hard I try hotd is somewhere in my mind.

—£ warnings: short, yandere behavior, stalking, crazy in love, but they are the best.

-£ should I make a part 2?

You had been a gift from winterfell. the starks sending you and others as a small gift of their loyalty.

you had been placed under the young princess care. being closer to her age of course.

when you first caught the girl’s attention was when you bowed at her, lifting your shirt slightly and lowering your head. “your grace,” your voice was a song played in her ears.

you looked like the gods had blessed you with beauty. if it wasn’t for the clothes you wore she would have thought you were a princess as well.

you held a smile on your face and waited on her every command. she’s had this before but when you did it she felt faint.

but it stung her heart to know she was feeling this way about you when she had a loving husband.

and she loved him. but you, you could be a piece of herself too.

you worked under her for a few weeks now. and as times past the two of you grew closer.

having her gossip in your ear, complain about the war tasks, or making sure she is comfortable.

and she loved to feel your hands on her skin while you brush her hair.

now, luke wasn’t as blind as she thought. he found himself by her side quite often if he is not fighting or tending to duties.

he saw the way she looked at you, how she smiled at your side. you made her look so radiant.

he wasn’t jealous. he was revealed she saw your beauty as well.

he is a loyal man and would never cheat on his wife, but he had been watching you.

you’d walk passed him around the castle with clothes in your hands or something to bring to rhaena. or giggle with your friends.

he found you stunning. something he couldn’t fight.

you could get corned by a man, or yelled at, or even kidnapped? how was he to stand by and not protect you. especially when his wife cared so deeply for you.

“I see the way you look at her,” he brought it up at night while they sat in their chambers, “the maid?”

she tensed at his words and looked shy and embarrassed. “I- I don’t, i would never-” her words stop when he pressed his fingers to her lips.

his mischievous smirk coming out, “Don’t worry dear. I see her the same way,” he moved his hand up to cup her cheek and she leaned into the touch.

“What do you think of sharing her?”

[lumillsie]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a song of ice & fire masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ arianne martell, young griff "aegon", aegon ' the conqueror' targaryen, rhaenys 'the conqueror' targaryen, visenya 'the conqueror' targaryen, maegor targaryen, rhaena targaryen, aemon targaryen, baelon targaryen, aegon 'the younger' targaryen, viserys ii targaryen, aemon 'the dragonknight' targaryen, daemon blackfyre, shiera seastar, daemon blackfyre

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ arianne martell. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ young griff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ aegon the conqueror targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rhaenys targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ visenya targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ maegor targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rhaena targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ aemon targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ baelon targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ aegon the younger targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ viserys ii targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ aemon the dragonknight. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ daemon blackfyre. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shiera seastar. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ daemon blackfyre. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

[themotherofblood]

On dancer reader, can we have some motherly moment between reader, Baela and Rhaena, with a little Daemon participation, please? (would love to read something about their relationship)

yes!! I love this idea, this is a little blurby. Also Daemon being a total girl dad!!

Masterlist | part one | part 2

There wasn’t a scarcity of children in the Old Palace, all your half sinblings, step siblings and even cousins filled every extravagant room the palace had to offer. Luckily, Daemon and your quarters were rather secluded, spacious marble floored rooms over looking The Sunset Sea, the orange hue of the dusk painted your chambers every evening.

This particular evening, Daemon had taken Baela dragon riding. Moondancer had finally grown large enough to be saddled, a shiny purple leather saddle with a gold moon pendant was worn by the young creature. The curtesy of his niece Rhaenyra, she gifted Daemon and by extension you, a clutch of eggs, four magnificently coloured orbs for the babe within you and the many more to come.

You had lounged out at the Mirrored Palace with your family, some painting away with the newest oil colours from Bravos, the others brawled with each other as you embroidered away a red tunic with gold threads. You hadn’t noticed until the hour of crow that Rhaena wasn’t amongst you. You excused yourself, trailing away at the gardens to find the little white haired beauty, instead you found her handmaidens who told you she was in her chambers.

“Rhaena?” You called out, her small frame sat by the lit hearth that held her egg for over a year now, and many more years elsewhere. You huffed, holding onto the chaise rests to lower yourself onto it. “What’s wrong darling?” You pet her head.

“I- I wonder if the egg for my sister would hatch,” she sulked, you knew this to be a sensitive subject for her, she placed her egg down and looked up at you apologetically for her abruptness. Both girls had firmly decided that the child within you would be a girl and then proceeded to pick an egg from the four Rhaenyra had sent.

“Maybe it will, maybe it won’t,” you smiled at her, patting the space next to you for her to sit as she cradled her egg. “I do not know much of dragons, I don’t understand it like you do, your father does.” You hugged your arms around her.

“What I do know is, the dragons do not make you who you are,” you stated, a truth you understood about your husband. Caraxes a mere extension of who he was and the fire within him.

“Father seems to think otherwise, everyone in our bloodline has one,” Rhaena pouted as she rest her head against your shoulder “even mother did.”

“That isn’t true, Rhaena,” you cooed “your father wants nothing more than to help you claim one some day, should you ask him he will tell you all the same.”

“Then why doesn’t he?” she questioned, her purple eyes filled with moisture, her bottom lip jutted out and darkened cheeks heated.

“kesrio syt iksā tolī byka,” Daemon’s voice rumbled from behind you, he stood leaning against the posts of the veranda, still in his riding clothes as he approached Rhaena. You are too little.

Rhaena appeared sheepish as she made space for Daemon before plopping herself onto his lap. “I’d rather you be little, chubby and alive rather than a dragon rider. I wasn’t one until I was nearly six summers older than you.” He tickled her tummy making her giggle before resting her head against his shoulder.

“I miss mother,” she reminisced making Daemon turn to you uneasily.

“Well,” you spoke up, pointing at the window where the skies had already darkened “when I miss mine own, I look at the stars.”

“The stars?” Rhaena looked confused.

“Look at them, think of Laena and pick a star that might appear to be her,” you smiled at her “that way, every night your mother can visit you.”

Rhaena looked for a moment, you could see her eyes darting all over before she picked one, her eyes softened “that one,” she whispered pointing at the star.

You later in the week had been met with crucial urgency as your handmaiden huffed, running to you about your husband. Daemon nearly loosing his mind at an ungodly hour in the morrow as he went to rouse Baela. She wanted to see the sun rise from high above the skies, he would have taken Rhaena along with him. He stroked Baela’s pretty hair to rouse her from the pouted dream she had been dreaming, Baela groaned and grumbled, burying herself further under the sheets “papa, no.” She whined as Daemon pulled her.

Instead of chuckling at Baela’s adorable protests, his gut filled with horror as his daughter’s bed was stained with blood. No, no- not his sweetling. He shook Baela harder this time to wake her, looking over her face and arms to find any sign of injury before yelling at the guards to fetch his you and the Maesters.

“Are you hurt? Baela, you must tell me what happened,” he urged her, Baela appeared confused until she saw the blood standing her night gown until she too mirrored her father’s terror.

“Papa, am I going to die?” Baela cried, her bottom lip wobbling. Daemon tried to remain calm as he shook his head, nothing would happen to his daughter. His urgency wasn’t met with enough speedy response, he grew impatient for the Maesters to arrive. “Everything will be fine,” he rocked Baela in his arms.

You burst through Baela’s bed chambers, huffing and cradling your bump as your took in the scene infront of you. The stained bed, the terror on Daemon and Baela’s face, the staining on the lower half of Baela’s nightgown. You shoulders slumped in relief as you slapped a hand over your thudding chest to calm your breathing.

“Daemon she is fine,” you calmly stated.

He began to look at you like madness had filled your head as he gestured to all the blood, how were you not loosing your mind. Merely weeks ago you pulled the entirety of the Old Palace upon your head when Baela cut her elbow from a fall. He shook his head, clutching Baela harder.

“Daemon, she’s flowering.” You sighed, trying to pull Baela away from his tight hold, she looked confused between the two of you.

Daemon frowned “she’s too young,” he shook his head once more, once again refusing to let his daughter go.

“I flowered at eight, she in nine.” you stressed, once again trying to pull Baela away as the Maesters finally came to the her chambers.

The two appeared worried until you spoke without looking at them, asking them to leave a essence of milk of the poppy behind. Baela’s handmaidens we’re ordered to draw a bath for the young girl. “Go on darling,” you nodded at her to clean up as they stripped her sheets.

Daemon still sat on the footrest, looking a little calmer than before as you came to stand in front of him. He groaned, resting his head against your belly before pressing two kisses to it over your robe. “She is fine, Daemon.” You reassured once more by squeezing his shoulder.

“I was so sure-“ he shook his head. “She’s flowering?” Daemon looked up at you, your fingers pushed back his hair as you nodded looking down at him.

“She’s growing,” you stated making Daemon grunt once more, finding the thought of his little girls growing so quickly displeasing.

“See after her? Please,” he requested, you nodded before moving behind the divider when Baela sat submerged in her tube, only her head popped out of the milky water.

“I am not dying?” she asked, still confused. You shook your head.

“It’s your moon blood, it shall happen for every turn of the moon,” you said making her grimace.

“Every moon!” She exclaimed making you giggle.

“Unfortunately so darling,” you smiled at her sympathetically.

The handmaidens brought chamomile tea from the kitchens for you to lace with a drop of milk of the poppy. Enough to make the rumbling pain in her belly heel, her handmaidens wrapped her in thick cloth before helping her back in bed.

“This tea is going to heal her?” Daemon paced by the foot of the bed.

“Don’t be daft Daemon,” you glared at him chicken mothering down your neck. He knows well enough that one cannot just heal away moon blood. “It’s for the pain.”

Rhaena had long awoken and found herself situated next to her twin sister, she appeared a little nervous about the blood but curious. She hugged her sister a little too tight making Baela swat her back before succumbing to her hold. The two of you left the girls to rest as you pulled Daemon out of their rooms.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you thought over the brave Rogue Prince loosing his bearings over moon blood. He glared out you, making you laugh even harder, choking out apologies as you clutched your bump trying to stop. He groaned all the way through, dragging you back your shared bed chamber as your fit of giggles just wouldn’t stop.

“You can either stop giggling like a child, or I can make you,” he warned, his own lips faltering as they curled upwards with your giggles.

[meleeyz]

⚔︎ . 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗢𝗡 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ⚔︎⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN .ᐟ

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ALICENT HIGHTOWER .ᐟ

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JACAERYS VELARYON .ᐟ

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LUCERYS VELARYON .ᐟ

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ADDAM VELARYON .ᐟ

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HELAENA TARGARYEN .ᐟ

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BAELA TARGARYEN .ᐟ

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RHAENA TARGARYEN .ᐟ

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ALYS RIVERS .ᐟ

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JEYNE ARRYN .ᐟ

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RHAENYS TARGARYEN .ᐟ

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CREGAN STARK .ᐟ

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୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ⚔︎⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Wife Rhaena The Black Bride (Aenys’s daughter)love letter? I love your writing! It’s wonderful 🩵

My love,

As I slide my quill over the parchment, words can barely capture the immensity of how I feel about you. It's as if every beat of my heart whispers your name as if the entire world disappears in the light of your eyes. It's difficult to express in words the whirlwind of emotions that stir inside me when I think of you. I can't help but feel an overwhelming love for you, a love that consumes my entire being.

In these days, where the skies can be dark and uncertain, you are my constant, the guiding star that lights my path. Your smile is the promise of better days, your touch, the melody that calms my restless soul.

Every moment by your side is like a precious thing that I keep in the core of my soul, and the thought of being away from you is something that my heart cannot bear. The idea of ​​losing you sends me into a state of despair that consumes me inside.

Together, we build a fortress of love and complicity, a refuge where our dreams dance freely. In your arms, I find not only shelter but also the strength to face any storm. Under the cloak of marital oaths, I promise you my eternal devotion, my unwavering support, and my passion that will endure through the ages.

My beloved, know that I will do everything in my power to protect you, to ensure that you are mine alone, and no one else's. Our love is a bond that transcends time and circumstances, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you by my side forever. We are married, after all.

With eternal love,

Rhaena Targaryen.

[vante1920pm]

──;; 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒, 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: I've watched hotd only once, in only one night, since I don't have sky, I can't rewatch it anytime soon 🥲 so it's gonna be ooc, please don't mind that, since I'm too stupid to understand anything lol

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☆ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: rhaena/gn!reader

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: not proofread, ooc, fluff, jealousy, short

☆ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱: yes

anon - " Good luck moving! Once you get back from your hiatus can you do jealous clingy Rhaena hc and she opens up about her insecurities "

-ㅤㅤ You were the only one she could talk to, beside her sister.

You were one of the only people she could trust with her secrets and insecurities.

One day, you were just casually talking to a guy you didn't know, Rhaena saw the both of you and her happy face turned to a pout immediately.

-ㅤㅤ After that small incident, the girl didn't leave your side for the rest of the day.

You found it pretty amusing, but didn't want her to be mad at you, so you just kept your mouth shut.

After a few hours, you couldn't take it anymore, though. You took her to the side and asked her what all this is about.

After she told you why she was acting like that, you just pulled her in for a hug and laughed. You reassured her, that there was nothing to worry about.

-ㅤㅤ when you saw her watery eyes, you apologized for laughing.

You didn't mean to make fun of her, to which she just shrugged her shoulders.

After she calmed down a bit, she told you how she felt like her sister would be favored by her father. She felt like she wasn't good enough.

It made you sad that she had to go through something like that, so you took her to your favorite place and read her tales from a book you were hiding in your room.

© 2023, vante1920pm

[knight-of-flowerss]

Can you please write something smutty for Rhaena Targaryen of Pentos x Fem!Reader

So I was going to post the Cersei angst first but it is taking me a while so I’ve decided to post this one first.

masterlist

Apologies, I am new to writing smut and this will be short :(

Names will be in green and in bold

Things like pronouns will be in green but not in bold

Trembling little princess

RHAENA TARGARYEN X FEM!READER

You had knew Rhaena since she was just a girl, now she was a woman grown and you could not keep your eyes off her.

You and Rhaena lay in her bed, underneath the furs. Well, you were the one underneath them. Her legs wrapped around your neck tightly, her moans strained as she had been edged all evening.

Your fingers plunged into her warmth as your mouth stayed on her clit, sucking it while scissoring her pussy. Gods she tasted like heaven. She just hoped the seven turned their backs during such a sexual endeavour.

Rhaena whimpers, digging her fingers into your head, gripping your hair. She pushes your face closer to her heat, moaning like a whore on the silk streets, arching her back as her head pushed into the pillow.

With one last moan, Rhaena’s legs tighten around your head and her walls clamp down on your slender fingers.

Her body shakes as she comes down from her high, her breathing heavy. Rhaena’s eyes fluttered shut as she gives a breathless laugh, biting her lip.

‘Gods forgive me, I have given into temptation but I do not regret it.’

@thethreeeyed-raven

[ophelieverse]

when my girl talks,you listen to her!

[agathaswoman]

Can I request modern Rhaena incorrect quote

modern!rhaena incorrect quote

y/n: hey, rhaena, do you maybe...wanna help us?

rhaena: oh, i would...but i don’t want to

y/n: *silently staring at rhaena's leaving form with mouth opened*

rhaena: goodluck though

[theghooligan]

aemond: i love that my uncle tried to murder me in my own bed. he’s soooooooo afraid of me—

daemon, living it up in harrenhall:

[yandereunsolved]

— ✦ Yandere Targaryens w/ parental reader ✦ —

You do not blame the faults of their foremothers, for they were subjected to prejudice and soul-crushing torment by their forefathers. And for their forefathers you do not weep. You seek to change the damage done to this family—curse from the gods or not. No coin will be flipped. You have it now. 

If you knew the consequences of that, then perhaps you would have changed course. Stopped before you started. Never have stepped foot within the palace. But, alas, the gods have a cruel way of punishing you for your well-intended hubris.

Alicent and Rhaenyra, bless their injured souls, cling to you like molasses on the bark of a tree. They drink in your presence like Arbor red. And get just as intoxicated from it. You keep them together, soothe their woes, and tame the growing division inside the family.

It's exhausting. You don't get paid nearly enough. But bringing comfort to the scared children hidden inside every one of them brings you a nearly indescribable joy. They care for you in their odd way. A bit obsessive, perhaps. That is to be expected.

They are so cute with their queerness.

Aegon and Aemond vie for your attention like quarreling dragons. They shove each other and bicker. They undermine the other's authority. All for your love.

Aegon lays in your lap and sobs about his troubles. You tamp his hair down, tamping down his promiscuous habits. He visits whores less often. He's more attentive to his responsibilities. And he, honest to the gods, smiles. A genuine smile. It nearly made you burst into tears the first time you saw it.

Aemond is less demanding, more broody. He is used to being under Aegon's shadow. The child who listens, acts right, and never asks for anything more than he gets. He prefers reading with and/or to you. He stalks you, as if you can't tell. (You always assume you are being followed or watched at one time or another. It's the nature of the job.) By far his favorite pastime is you tending to him in such a tender manner, almost motherly. 

Brush his hair. Help him choose his clothes. Compliment his face and coo at how pretty he is.

"A missing eye is nothing of shame. You lived through it. You survived. And you have Vhagar. That proves how strong you are. But even without her, you are worthy. You have worth, more than any gold or gem."

To him you are worth more than his own life. His sword is coated in so much blood he can hardly see the metallic shine. Avenging you from people's grievances. It's the one time where Aegon and he agree. Protect you. Love you. Fight each other about you.

All Helaena asks is to have a modicum of your attention. Your praise. Your approval. You don't see her as some strange, otherworldly cook. You see her as her. You allow her to talk about her special interest, bugs. You don't shame her for stimming or getting overstimulated. You make sure the cooks get her food right every time. 

You are truly a godsend. And she does her best to keep you with her at all times. Manipulation, coercion, blackmailing. Those are such vile words. Love is the true word. The only word that describes why and what she does for you.

You, undoubtedly, are the steadfast parental figure Baela and Rhaena have been searching for. Cast out into the seas of life with a ship but no crew, they had not the faintest clue of where to sail. You are their crew, their second mate, their maester. They hang onto your every word as if it is a divine prophecy destined to be true.

You learn how to take care of their hair, similar to Aemond. You show them what little you know about the world. You are their anchor to normalcy. They can brave their storms while you are around. Be themselves. Not nobles or Targaryens, and all the baggage that comes with that.

You do it with Jacaerys and Lucerys. Bastards or not, they are worthy of love and respect. They'll always be Targaryens to you. It runs through their veins. You can tell. As they have the same overprotective and slightly frightening tendencies that the rest of their family has. You watch them spar. You learn the language of their ancestors along with them. You take care of their scrapes and mend their clothes.

You are theirs.

Anyone be damned who tries to take you from them. 

˙ . ꒷ 🔪 . 𖦹˙— ˙ . ꒷ 🔪 . 𖦹˙

tags — @bloodytea

[l-uminescent]

˚⁀➷｡˚ REVENGE [PART TWO TO KINSLAYER] ━━━ AEMOND TARGARYEN X FEM! READER

part one.

synopsis: following your brave defeat of aemond targaryen in the battle of rook’s rest, your dragon silverwing delivers your body back to your mother in dragonstone. as you are discovered, a swearing of revenge is made as your body burns in its funeral pyre.

request: kinslayer is so good. would you ever write a little drabble to see the sadness of her family. especially her mother? also to see how this changed the dance. would you ever write a different ending? where before she fell silverwing saves her. like toothless did with hiccup. i adore it and need more. only if you want to of course.

notes: a bit longer than a drabble but i hope you enjoy anyways😭 thank you sm also to @dracaryxzs @hikaerys @delightfulbluebirdtidalwave & @quickamateur for requesting a part two of the black’s reaction to the reader’s death. i had so much fun exploring what the characters would feel like, esp jacaerys. tbh i don’t think i would write an alternative ending bc i just love writing angst wayyyy too much (it’s a problem)

there’s also a lack of jacaerys requests in my inbox which i think you should all fix by pressing here!

warnings: brief descriptions & mentions death, funeral pyre, angst, feelings of sadness after a death of loved one, burning, self-blame

word count: 1.9k

THE SHRIEKING SCREAM OF SILVERWING WAS THE ONLY THING THAT COULD BE HEARD FOR MILES. it was a shriek of pure pain, a cut wedged so deep had made its home in the poor dragon's heart as she had no choice but to watch on as you plunged your sword into aemond targaryen's eye. silverwing had tried her hardest to swoop down and rescue your body as both you and the man you loved plummeted to the ground in each other's arms. your limbs were intertwined with aemond's, your soul's holding the same love they had held many years ago in your final moments.

your body had crashed to the forest floor from the great height, dying immediately - still weaved with aemond's.

another heart-wrenching scream was heard from silverwing as the bond you two had shared had completely severed with your death. all she could do now was search the forest for you and bring back your fractured body to your mother. 

silverwing had gently picked up your body in her claws, so not to bring you anymore damage than the fall had done. she had completely disregarded the body of your previous lover, sword still plunged in his eye. small whimpers left her body as she rose slowly into the air flying back to dragonstone, having lost another rider had left the dragon in an immense amount of pain as you had reminded her greatly of the good queen alyssane, her first rider.

aegon having fled the battle the moment he had witnessed aemond's death had left rhaenys velaryon, your grandmother, with too little time to come to your aid. piercing cries escaped her lips as she could do nothing but watch you fall to your death. knowing this is what you had wanted still did not heed the tears that escaped her lilac eyes, nor did it stop the blame she held for herself as she accompanied your dragon back to dragonstone, wishing over and over that it had been her instead of you, something she knew she would wish until the end of her days. 

the shrieks of pain silverwing had let out alerted the dragon's on the island as she drew near. many stirred at the noise in fright, but none seemed to be as fretted as vermax, who had replied to silvering's bellow with one in return.

with the sound of her two children's dragon's shrieks, rhaenyra knew something was wrong. her gut instinct had told her something had happened to you, as jace remained safely within the castle. rushing to her balcony, she fixed her gaze intently across the sea for any sign of you, holding her breath as she noticed silverwing's flapping wings over the horizon. as she drew closer rhaenyra's eyes scanned her saddle, and noticing you weren't atop it her eyes flickered hastily down to her trembling claws. 

she was clutching your lifeless body. 

tears streamed down rhaenyra's face as she fell to the ground. uncontrallable sobs left her lips as her body violently shook in pain. admitting defeat she crumbled against the pillars of her balcony. as she did, her eyes bore into the sky above that painted in blues purples and oranges alike. she cursed at all the gods she could as it dawned on her this was what the sky held when lucerys had died just moons before. no amount of screams or curses at both the green's and gods would ever stop the blame that rhaenyra held for herself for your death, she knew you were not ready for battle yet she still sent you anyway. 

your heart still held onto the embers of girlhood which was seen in the way you teased jace, the joy you found when you played with your younger brother's and the soft smiled that adorned your lips as she combed and braided your hair with a gold plated brush. you were too young to pass. you were meant to outlive her, to live a happy life with a husband and children who you adored - something you would never get to do it now. rhaenyra's painful screams were carried off into the wind, her grief-stricken body stuck to the place she had fallen, as her gaze at the sky hardened. she swore that whatever force had killed you would be killed in return. she knew it would never bring you back, her only daughter was gone from this world, but she needed for herself to seek revenge in your name.

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it had been jacaerys who had went to greet your dragon. the poor boy did not realise anything was amiss at first. he trodded happily down to your dragon to congratulate you on your first victory, proud of his younger sister. it wasn't until he noticed silverwing's sad demeanour, how her entire body trembled in despair, curled up into a ball not allowing any guard to pass through the wall she had made. as jace approached the dragon she murmured a small cry as she began to uncurl, the strange behaviour making his mind run rampant and tears start to prickle in his eyes.

no. no.

it was only a matter of seconds before jace's knees buckled, falling to floor where you lay stretched out on the floor. 

he couldn't believe it, you were so full of life only a mere few hours ago. 

reaching for you, he pulled your head onto his lap, cradling your body as he did. he couldn't stop the tears that poured from his cheeks landing softly on your skin, as sobs erupted from his lips. he had hoped in some delusional way, that you would somehow awake, that if he just stayed by your side cradling you, you would return and call him stupid for worrying so much.

the pain of lucerys had returned tenfold. he was meant to protect you, you were his younger sister for gods sake, only a year between the two of you, you had been as thick as theives. always teasing each other, throwing food across the table when petty arguments broke out. the two of you had stuck by each other's sides as you became aware of the questions that arose from the colour of your hair when luke was still too young to understand. you were meant to stay by his side, he had long since planned to make you his hand as you had always been there as his biggest advisor - the person he had trusted most in this world.

jacaerys like his mother, blamed himself. he should have been their to protect you, because that's what brother's are for, right?

there was no doubt he was a targaryen in that moment. his wetted eyes dried with a rage he had never felt before. he too swore at the sky, cursing every green, every god who had willed your fate, his voice breaking as he did. jacaerys did not care what life lay ahead of him in that moment, being heir was long from his mind as he bellowed that he would exact your revenge even if it meant he would die too. 

shallow breathes were taken as he brought his brown eyes onto your closed ones, still laying still in his lap. his anger had quickly faded at the sight of you again, his chest vibrating as he struggled to regain oxygen into his lungs. the softer side of jacaerys velaryon had once more returned as he allowed his forehead to rest against your cold one. his hands absentmindedly began to run through your hair, whispering soft "it will be okay" and "i love you's" as the tears silently fell from his glassy eyes, unsure of whether it was to reassure himself or you.

━━━━━━━━━━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ━━━━━━━━━

rain drops fell from the sky in a heavy rhythm, landing in small plops the cliff side where your family gathered for small funeral pyre after your body had be retrieved. it had been jacaerys who had suggested the place, knowing how you and luke had enjoyed coming up to sit peacefully and read together. 

the somber mood was evident as the rain continued to poor from the sky, each person having their heart ripped out from their chest all over again as they looked upon you body. you had almost looked like you were sleeping if it wasn't for the fact you had turned a sickly pale colour, and your chest failing to rise and fall with the inhale and exhale of oxygen.

the group of targaryen's, velaryon's and silverwing the dragon, gathered around the small wooden pyre as they said their final goodbye's to you. daemon had approached the wooden frame, placing the sword your drove deep into your lover's eye next to you that he had managed to retrieve. he hadn't been aware of how much the sword had meant to you, but to him it showed the fierce love and protection he had felt. despite not being his own daughter, he had loved you like one - always taking the time to teach you the art of sword fighting despite the other knight's looking down on it. he returned to his wife's side who nodded him in gratitude for loving her little girl the way a father should.

tears threatened to spill from jacaerys glassy eyes as he began to approach your body next, his hand clutched little joffrey's who was still too small to understand where his elder sister had left to and why she had yet to return. he had placed the letter's the two of you had exchanged when he had visited the north, the fascination you had for the wall had always brought a smile to his lips when you had asked him questions. even now, a watery smile played on his lips thinking of it as he returned to his place next to his mother. 

small sniffles could also be heard from the two targaryen girls - rhaena and baela - who stood on the opposite end of the pyre, the two girls reminiscing on the time you did spend together talking about boys, and giggling as you gossiped whilst sewing. their grandmother stood tall next to them as she gripped both their hands tightly, grounding herself with the thought that you would have wanted her to project the love she had for you onto your two cousins whom you had loved deeply.

the last to approach the pyre was your mother. her silent demeanour had been an obvious sign that her sadness had been replaced by a vicious anger that would not be calmed. leaning over the wood, she had placed the gold plated hair brush next to you, the very one she had combed your dark locks earlier that day creating the style you had always favoured, recalling how you had always begged her to do whilst you were still alive. 

rhaenyra's lips left a ghost of a kiss on your forehead before she stepped back. calling silverwing forward in high valyrian, the dragon let out a number of whimpers and cries as she knew what came next. 

"dracarys"

a single tear drop shed from rhaenyra's eyes as she turned away from the burning embers, her promise of revenge at the forefront of her mind. 

"broken by the loss of one son, rhaenyra targaryen seemed to find new strength in the loss of a second. her eldest daughter's death hardened her, burning away her fears, leaving only her anger and her hatred."