#daenerys targeryen fanfiction

[shuichiakainx]

The first posters for the second season are out. The official profile of House Of The Dragon confirms that tomorrow at CCXP we will have a first look at the second season 🤩😍

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Hello!

Can you make a dark daemon targaryen x reader where he betrays rhaenyra and gives the throne to stepdaughter reader??

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Dark!Daemon Targaryen x Stepdaughter!Reader

summary: Daemon betrays Rhaenyra and gives the throne to stepdaughter reader

Word count: 1,0K

Warnings: Angst, betrayal, fluff

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You slid down from your dragon still feeling adrenaline pump through your body along with your blood. There was quite the mess but nothing that cannot be fixed soon and fast. Your uncles were finally gone and the throne empty for your mother.

You walked into the Keep alongside your younger brothers Aegon and Viserys, the only ones still alive. You still remembered those walls from when you lived here as a small child, you were born within those walls.

Aegon held your left hand and Viserys your left. You guided them along with the guards behind you towards the throne room. You had fought alongside your mother and stepfather to reclaim the throne but returned to dragonstone to bring your brothers yourself.

The doors opened in front of you showing you victory still being cleaned by the maids and servants. Blood was all around the room along with ashes. You killed Alicent Hightower yourself leaving Otto to your stepfather knowing the hatred there ran deep within him.

She did not beg for her life and you made it quick out of the kindness of your heart, she knew her children had all died and she had nothing to live for anymore, nothing to beg for anymore. You were merciful and made your dragon burn her a fast and quick death instead of being devoured.

"Tala" Daughter. Rhaenyra greeted from atop the throne wearing the magnificent golden crown on her head. Your eyes stuck to the crown imagining what it would look like on your own head, you were her heir being the eldest of the three remaining children.

"Mother, my queen" You curtsied while your brother bowed. Daemon was stood by her side. She stood up from the throne and stepped down with her arms wide open.

"Take them" You ordered one of the maids when your mother had hugged both of your brothers. The maid complied without hesitation. Your mother raised her eyebrow confused with you action.

"They are tired from the ride here" You justified. Your eyes darted to Daemon who also stepped down standing beside you two.

"I am glad you are alright, tala, I was worried something had happened to you"Daughter. Rhaenyra placed her hand on your shoulder gently. You smiled lightly and pulled your mother closer to you for a hug. She squeaked surprised, she had not hugged you since you turned ten and two, when you got your maiden blood saying you were a woman grown now and no longer a child.

"I am happy to see you as well, muña" Mother. You spoked eyes looking at Daemon over her shoulder. He smirked stepped closer as well and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Daemon! What are you doing?" She squirmed in your arms confused. You held her tighter to your body, eyes never leaving those of your stepfathers. She let out a shocked gasp body jolted with shock. Daemon broke the eye contact to look at his work, his hand wrapped around a dagger handle plunged into your mother's side.

"Tala" Daughter. Her eyes filled with tears of betrayal. She cried out loud now as a second dagger lodged itself in her stomach with your own hand on the handle. You pulled away smirking, watching as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Why?" She whispered. Her grip was growing weak. You pulled out the dagger along with Daemon and let her fall on the floor. The crown clang loudly as it hit the floor. Daemon leaned down and picked the piece of metal off the floor. Her eyes followed his movement as he moved closer to you and placed the crown on your own head of white-blonde hair, still you were a strong bastard, your brown eyes gave you away but that does not matter when you were queen.

"My queen" Daemon was about to kneel but you stopped him and instead pulled him in for a kiss. He snaked his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body, he was not below you, he was your equal unlike how your mother viewed him and treated him. Now it was obvious to Rhaenyra what you had promised him in return for the crown.

"Guards" She tried to yell but her voice came out weak. You pulled away from your stepfather. You walked over to her while she attempted to crawl away from you smearing even more blood on the floors of the throne room. You held her in place and crawled to sit on her stomach with all you weight on her stab wound.

"Goodbye mother" Were your last words before your dagger slashed across her neck opening it for the blood to flow out.

"Come my queen, we have a coronation to attend" Daemon helped you off your dead mother. You smirked putting the dagger away and held his arm in one of your own while the other rested on your hidden bump where your and Daemon's child grew inside of you.

"And a wedding" You giggled letting him lead you out of the room for the servants to find your mother's corpse and declare you an official queen before the masses with the golden metal crown on your head and the conquerers' on Daemon's head.

You and Daemon ruled side by side not caring when people voiced their disgust over your relationship. He was much older, married thrice before you and one of his wives was your own mother but that did not matter he was your husband now and the father of your children.

You locked your brothers in their chambers until they were of age before sending them away to exile to bravos where they spent their remaining years attempting to kill you to avenge your mother but they never succeeded.

You birther three children for Daemon, first came a son name Valegon followed by twin sons, Rhaelarr and Vaelor. Valegon died along with his father fighting a rebellion against you and Rhaelarr succeeded you later on in life but what matter was that you took the throne and saved the smalkfolk from your mother and her greed for power. Daemon may have manipulated you as a child and you grew to see that as an adult but you were far too gone to back away now after all those years.

[crownedtargaryen]

Robb x Reader Oneshot

A/N: I will admit this is for my dearest friend @valeskafics but also for me, I gotta indulge in Robb too fr… also I’m listening to Whatta Man - Salt En’ Papa, En Vogue while writing this… also maybe captain save a hoe…

ALL NOTES ARE APPRECIATED (SHARES, LIKES, COMMENTS)

NSFW 18+

CW: possessive Robb WOOF, semi public sex, he literally spits in ur mouth, breeding or something lol tehe 🤭

Pronouns: She/Her

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I never saw Robb Stark, my husband, as the jealous type. He was always focused on his wars and battles, his honor, and such. I found no interest in those desires, all I wished was he found a desire for me. We hadn't made love yet, and he had refused a bedding ceremony in want for it to come naturally. I know he loves me or at least loved me once. I felt alone, he worked hard on everything but when it came to us it felt halfway.

I stare blankly out the window of our carriage, sighing heavily. I feel Robb's eyes on me and I turn, a smile coming to him as he holds eye contact with me.

"Something ailing you, My Love?" He asks sweetly, making me frown slightly. I watch his brows furrow, scooting closer to me. "What's wrong?" I feel his hand stroke over my hair, scanning me for a solution to my problems.

"I feel lonesome," I murmur, feeling his figure stiffen. "I feel you don't love me, Robb." I look at him, my gaze softening with sadness. He's apologetic, I can feel it. He cups my face and sighs softly, admiring my features.

"I wish I'd known sooner," he says, swallowing hard and exhaling heavily. "I love you, more than anything in this world. You're the best gift the gods have given me, and I am forever grateful for it." He places his forehead on mine, leaning in to kiss me but is stopped by the carriage slowing to a still. I grumble in unison with my lover, and we both grin like idiots. Quickly, I shuffle to my feet.

"Race you!" I scramble out as I rush through the door and up the stairs of King's Landing. I hear him swear at me playfully and run after me.

I turn to look at him, not paying attention as I run into someone, stumbling backward, an arm grabbing around my waist. My gaze snaps to a handsome man, with brown scruffy hair and a button nose. His eyes are blown wide with shock, his rough dirtied tan skin absorbing the light around us. I feel my face grow hot as he chuckles.

"Woah there pretty lady, wouldn't want ya' fallin' down these steps," the stranger teases. I push him away and smile gratefully, slightly awkward.

"I appreciate the help, I could've-" I start, being interrupted by a stern hand on my shoulder. Before I can react, I'm tugged back and Robb is in front of me with a blade to the man's throat. They stare at each other, neither afraid of the other.

"Keep your hands off my wife," Robb growls under his breath, almost animalistic. I go to reassure him but he pushes closer to the man. "She's mine, you dare even look at her I'll splatter your blood all over these stairs." I can feel him snapping at him, the action scaring me.

"You've got a pretty thing with ya', but why you throwin' a fit over someone doin' somethin' you shoulda been helping her with," he snaps back my heart racing. I feel Robb's anger grow and flourish into pure rage and jealousy. I grab him as he goes to slit his throat, the blade missing by an inch. Robb turns around and glares at me, but sees my worried face and sighs.

"Let's go. Now." My husband grabs my hand, returns his sword to his holster, and storms up the stairs, glaring at anyone who looks at me.

After being passive-aggressively settled into a room by those in power, Robb grabs me and shoves me onto the bed, walking over and towering over my body.

“You keep your eyes on me,” he demands, glaring down at me. I stare at him, completely wide eye. He seems to start becoming breathless and feverish with a growing blush on his cheeks. "You're mine. All mine. If I have to put a baby in that pretty belly of yours to make sure you remember that, I will." I was shocked, but I loved it. Despite his harsh manner, he still looked to me for consent, and I nodded slowly. He took the gesture quickly, grabbing my dress and tearing it off of me without shame. I hear the fabric rip as my body is aggressively revealed to my husband.

I hear his breath hitch as he stares at my chest, mesmerized. He reaches a semi-shaky hand to my breasts and squeezes one. He stares at me as if I'm his prey, eyes wild with lust. Slowly, he uncovers my lower region and sighs longingly when my cunt is revealed to him. I thought he might just lose himself there, so much love mixed with lust corrupting his gaze. Before I can react, he's on his knees in front of me, mouth on my cunt as he moans against my folds, tongue trailing my clit as if he's done this countless times. I whimper, thighs clenching his face, my hypersensitive body being overwhelmed by the sensation.

I hear his clothing shuffle and then clatter onto the floor, swiftly grabbing at my thighs and groaning in pleasure. He looks up at me, his desiring gaze driving me closer to my edge. With a pop, he moves off my now swollen clit, pushing one finger after the next inside and moving up to my face. I look up at him pitifully, my mouth open and whimpers escaping me as my thighs twitch with needy shuffles.

Robb smiles, grabbing my jaw with his free hand, and spitting in my mouth. "Swallow it," he demands, and I do as he says weakly, trembling beneath him. "Such a good girl for me... You want my cubs inside that body of yours so bad, don't you." His hand moves from my jaw and down to my stomach. I feel his pointer and index trail the middle of my stomach as I squirm under him. "I want to hear you beg for it, (Y/N). Beg."

Part of me feels weirdly humiliated, but I do it nonetheless. I've wanted his cock for ages, I'm not giving this up now. "Please, Please Robb," I start, panting weakly beneath him and he hastens the pace of his fingers, making my back arch. "I need you, fuck me, Robb. Please, I'll do anything." He seems satisfied by my statement, flipping me over onto a doggy-style position.

I expect him to rush to fuck me, but instead, he grabs me with haste and smacks my thigh with a newfound roughness. I quiver, yelping as he lets out a satisfied growl. "Letting all those men look at you. You love the attention, don't you, Princess," he smacks my ass once more, tingling pain in my skin. I grip the sheets, shaking slightly. "I'm going to let the whole kingdom know what's mine." Quickly he grabs me, turning me to face him as he commands me to wrap my legs around him. I do so, watching as he takes me to an open balcony in our bedroom, something he had specifically requested for our chambers. Now I knew why. We looked over the city of people, some spotting us on the balcony in such a ludicrous act, but it'd take a lot of focus to realize what was happening and who it was. He leans me against the railing after ensuring it's sturdy, pushing inside me without warning. He stills, waiting for me to grow comfortable, then pushing in and out of my cunt, slow at first.

Robb buries his head into my shoulder, biting the nape of my neck and growling under his breath, quickening his pace. I moan, shamelessly. Surely the people who saw us knew now, the loud noises that escape me echo through the air as I tug his hair. He loves it. I pull his head to my lips, kissing him passionately as he squeezes my thighs, slipping his hand down and abusing my clit.

"Robb... We might get in trouble," I pant out, moaning pitifully against his lips. I feel him grin like an idiot, replying after a giddy few seconds.

"Good," he whispers, pulling my hair back and making me moan toward the gods. May they forgive me for this action, but it feels so good. "Let them know who's my breeding slut, my sweet Princess. No one can touch you, no one can make you feel this good." He moves his kisses and bites down my chest, speaking into my skin with a deepened tone.

His thrusts become sloppy, and his words send me over the edge. I scream his name, definitely catching the eyes of the citizens below as I shake and hold onto his hair. The tug mixed with the noises is enough for him and he groans my name for all the gods to hear, stilling inside of me and making a mess of my cunt.

He holds my head close, stroking my hair with soft groans and pants. He whispers a phrase that makes me melt. "I love you. I love you so much." He kisses the side of my head, pulling out slowly and carrying me to the door where the guards stand, peeking out.

"Fetch a servant to run a bath," He demands, closing the door and dressing me in his tunic, dressing in loose clothes. I look at him lovingly, a glowing grin on his face. He looks at me, his eyes full of love. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He whispers, kissing my forehead. I shake my head no, his muscles relaxing as he scoops me up and takes me to the bath. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Robb sat comfortably in the warm water as I cuddle up to his chest on his lap, running my fingertips over his muscles gently. He's washing me off, a rag running over my skin with such care.

"Robb?" I whine, looking up at him. He looks at me and wraps his arms around my figure, tilting his head like a curious dog. "Are you sure you love me?" I felt fearful asking, but I knew he'd be honest toward me. He does not hesitate for a moment, immediately answering.

"I love you more than anyone or anything in this life, as I had said before. I'll say it a million times again until you believe me. You're my blessed wife, I will never let any harm come to you or our marriage. I swear it, by the old gods and the new." He looks serious, his expression unwavering. I pause, surprised by his effortless affection, he didn't even have to think about it. I hug him tight, resting my head over his heart. It's a slow and relaxed rhythm, his hand rubbing over my bare back. "I'd lay my body upon my blade before I let you hurt. Do you hear me? No one will dare touch you, not while I'm standing." He lifts my head, staring into my eyes. I stare back, my heart racing with love.

"I hear you. I'll never let anyone hurt you either. I cannot do much, but I wish to try. With everything I have," I move up, kissing him lovingly. He returns with haste, gripping my sides and groaning softly. Slowly, he pulls back, much earlier than I'd like.

"You'd better quit being so perfect or I'll be fucking you again," he teases, making me flush and gently hit him on the side. His laugh warms my soul. "Hey! What happened to wishing me no harm?"

"Think of it as a repayment for my ass," I whisper, Robb grinning ear to ear. "Now let's finish up, I wish to rest."

[velaryqns]

do you also take requests for tyland lannister?

I’ll write for almost anyone! Even got characters :) I will make it very clear if I won’t write for a character, I’ll post a list of characters I won’t write for soon!

[filhadoboto]

Not enemies

A Jonerys fanfic written for @iceandfiresource​ 's Jonerys Valentine Week 2020 Lace and Leather edition.

Day 7 (Lace) -  Prompts: Free Choice +  Forbidden Love + Secret Relationship

Summary: Daenerys and Jon belong to enemy peoples, but that doesn't stop them from falling in love.

Read on AO3

[targsdaenerys]

With My Cold Blade (ch i/vi)

NEW Jonerys Fanfiction - Gladiator!Jon

So I’ve been wanted to write this since 2017. here's the first chapter.

Summary: Post-resurrection, Jon sets out to find his way back to Winterfell filled with shame from the executions of his brothers. But after a run-in with some who were even less happy about his choice than he was, Jon finds himself on a long road away from his home in efforts to escape. His hell-filled journey lands him in the Meereen Fighting Ring, right at a woman who cannot be anyone but Daenerys Targaryen. But by that point, he barely may even be fit to be called a King's bastard.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Displays of Violence

Tags: Gladiators, Alternate Universe - Gladiators, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 05, Post-Season/Series 05 Finale, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Guilt, danys still in meereen, jon just got resurrected, just roll with the timeline, pls im begging you, just remember the concept of time used in 7x06 and forgive me with that, Jon Snow is a Targaryen, R Plus L Equals J, jon missed sansa at castle black by like a few hours i guess, will add tags

CHAPTER II

Preview:

It was miles beneath his feet of frozen ground, varying in colors from green to white to brown.

I’m no longer the Lord  Commander .

He did not need anyone to tell him that it was a good decision. Jon knew it was. It was the only decision.

And now he was going to his only other choice, his only other decision that mattered at that point. Winterfell was his own, half-Stark or not. The North did not deserve who was on the throne. From what he heard, anyway.

Davos was beside him, but they were mere ghosts walking the earth along their own separate haunting path. The left the horses at the gates in order for their blood to keep from freezing and veins turn to red twigs in their skins.

There was no conversation hanging between them, only clouded breaths and feet crunching the snow. Only mile upon mile, a few biscuits every several hours, and sleep if it came to them. But restful sleep came as easily as true warmth in this region, and so they walked.

His nose burned as any always started to in the cold after a day, but it hardly mattered. It should not have been working at all.

That. That was the thought. There wasn’t much to think about other than that he was able to think. He was able to walk, he was able to breathe. It was inhuman. Unnatural and disobeying to whatever god there was.

The cold tightened his open wounds, which wasn’t much of a help with dissuading reminders of the event.

It was half into their fourth day that their restless-selves weren’t enough to avoid sleep. They rested against a tree, shoulder to shoulder for warmth. It was like his resurrection took nothing but all of the warmth from the land.

How similar it was, Jon realized, as he squeezed his eyes shut to loosen the frozen creases. How similar death was to this inevitable sleep. Only with less feeling.

Continue On Ao3

[grade-a-masochist]

I have recently grown rather...attached to the concept of Jon having dragons of his own, or being a dragonrider (not necessarily due to Dany). So...does anyone have any fanfiction recommendations?

[dragonanddirewolf]

This is amazing. Please more dark!jonerys !! This is my new guilty pleasure. I love this Jon who actually stands up for his queen (not in the weak pathetic way Dumb and Dumber did it) and isn’t afraid to tell Sansa what’s what.

I actually don’t even think it’s dark- just fucking reasonable.

So, that ask requesting the Dark!Jon we all deserved that was into the fact that they were one blood sparked something. I started this last night and finished this morning. There will be more chapters. I hope you like it. 

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She leaned back on her elbows as he brought her leg to rest over his shoulder. The table shifted beneath them, but his thrusts didn’t stop, each one pushing them further across the room. He followed her until the table hit the wall behind them. He stopped momentarily and looked down at her, a queer expression on his face. “What?” she asked.

He frowned. “That’s. Sansa’s room,” he hissed.

She dropped her leg and sat up, pulled his lips against hers, sliding her tongue into his mouth. “Make me scream,” she murmured and he growled at her even as he smiled.

“As my queen commands,” he said before he leaned forward and bit her shoulder. As he started thrusting again, the table bumping against the wall with each one, she hoped the petty girl heard them, could hear the pleasure they brought to each other and understood. She didn’t win in this situation. Jon was choosing her, loved her, they were family and nothing she or her sister could do would pull them apart.

Crush Me

[bonneyq]

Do you like Game of Thornes? If yrs, what's your favorite house? Mine is Targaryen.

I. LOVE. IT.

I literally have been watching since the day the first episode came out. Biiiiig fan.

I even have a Gruvia GoT!AU! *moment to self promote*

The Lady of His Heart - [FF.net] / [AO3] / [Wattpad]

Giving a silent prayer as he walked through the godswood, Lord Silver Fullbuster followed his direwolf, Star, as they searched for his son. Gray Fullbuster, future Lord of Winterfell, didn’t take his betrothal too kindly, even if he always knew that day would come. Being a highborn wasn’t easy sometimes. [GoT!AU] COMPLETE

And yeap! I like Houses Targeryen, Stark, Tyrell and Martell! And I am absolutely Jonerys trash [I have written two fanfictions about them] and I don’t even care. I’ve put it in my mind that they are going to die (so if they don’t I’ll get happy, if they do, I’m already mentally prepared), but fanfiction’s here to pick up the pieces!

I was even thinking of cosplaying Daenerys!

[etudaire]

I was tagged by the lovely @atwistoffate to post 10 favourite characters from 10 fandoms and tag 10 others!

1. Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

She constantly pushes me to do something with my life, and damn do I get all my Studyspo from her!

2. Amy Santiago (brooklyn 99)

Is that a pattern? Do I like nerdy girls who kinda sorta I find relatable? Whatever it is, her cuteness is just too pure!

3. Joey tribbiani (friends)

The most adorable guy - and we have the common love for food!

4. Sherlock Holmes (sherlock BBC)

I'd be stupid to not like him after all that hot deduction tbh

5. Sheldon Cooper (big bang theory)

Guess y'all know now that this potato has a thing for smart sarcastic little shits eh?

6. Steve Rogers (marvel)

Do I need to explain myself? Nope.

7. Jessica Christopher (new girl)

Yep, nerdy successful girls who don't need no man!

8. Daenerys Targeryen (game of thrones)

I mean, have you seen how badass she is? Nope?

9. The doctor (doctor who)

I'm a sucker for adorable protags

Aaaaaaand

10. DEAN WINCHESTER (SUPERNATURAL)

He is my husband and I shall defend him with my life if time requires. I could write an entire fanfiction about why I love him and 138272 reasons why you should too

I tag : @vanandlife @scorpio--studies @isthsnametakenyet @acchanstudy @zuzastudy @untilicomehome @supernatural-jackles @studyquill @piiess @createnotes @nerdyravioli

PS - none of you are obligated to do this tag, I wouldn't mind (jss fell short of ppl to tag so srry if this bothers lol)

[thereluctantherosrose]

WIP tag

Post some of your WIPS! 

Thank you so much to @charomiami for tagging me!! <3 

Ok time to list them ahha

1. I was bored and started to draw a whole family I created within the Harry Potter universe XD I’ve drawn 3 so far. I’m also mapping out a whole fanfiction lolol

2. Working on my MEA fanfiction. I still haven’t gotten passed the first chapter

3. Working on a cute lil pic of  my oc Alec and his daughter Ada

4,  Daenerys Targeryen art I’m working on

5. Dragon Age Trespasser background art

6. Souji Okita art (I totally forgot I was working on this oops XDD)

I have a bunch of other ones but I’ll just include these ones for now LOLOLOL XDDDD

I’ll tag : ANYONE WHO SEES THIS AND WANTS TO :D

[crownedtargaryen]

I’ve seen a lot of Game of Thrones (GOT) and House of The Dragon (HOTD) writers use work-around phrases for dragon commands in their stories! So, here’s a few basic dragon commands in High Valyrian to help and reference back to!

Dracarys - (Dragon) Fire

Dohaerās - Serve

Lykirī - (Be) Calm

Umbās - Wait

Rȳbās - Focus

Māzīs - Come

Naejot - (Move/Come) Foward

Sōvēs - Fly

If any of these are incorrect please inform me in a private message! I want to expand my knowledge of dragon commands in High Valyrian and educate others of these phrases. If you can locate more commands, I will try to add them to the list as soon as possible.