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asumofwords · 1 year ago

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Blood, gore, major character deaths.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Oh my god.... Everything is happening ARGH! I'm actually going to try and post updates daily now for this, bar Sunday for the next Sublet chapter. I am just so excited to finish this series! Hahaha, anyway, I've loved seeing all your reactions and theories!! <3

Chapter 102: Envoys to Dragonstone

When you had returned to your chambers, it was a blur of movements and thoughts, but one in particular seemed to absorb all the rest. Its dark tendrils wrapped around the others, pulling them into the dark with it, thus making its size almost immeasurable until all other thoughts were devoured by it, gone from the light, and all that was left was it.

War was coming.

With shaky hands you grasped a piece of parchment and sat at the table. With the ink pot and quill, you rolled the parchment flat beneath your palm and began to write.

You wrote as though your life depended on it.

Because it did.

And with each swift flick of your script, a blaring word in particular seemed to have broken loose from the feeling of hopelessness. A word which had been whispered and cried. Spoken and sneered. A word that had fuelled your hope, and created your despair. A word that you knew, now more than ever, was a need to act.

Dracarys.

And so you wrote until the page was full, and tears leaked from your eyes at knowing what was to come next.

Loss.

‘Mother and Father,

To write to you under the present circumstances does little to steady my beating heart, but it is something that I know will ensure that it keeps doing just that. Beating.

Aegon is dead. Slain at the hands of Aemond.

And now he is King. And I, Queen.

The treaty is lost, and at the risk of another war coming to take us all, I must beg you, bend the knee.

Bend the knee to Aemond.

If you swear him as King, he has said that he will allow you to live on Dragonstone and carry out your days there safely and happily.

If you do not bend the knee, war will break, and I will not survive it.

You will not survive it.

None of us will.

My only consolation is that if you do, we shall all live, and that I will be able to see you again soon.

I suspect I am with child, Aemond’s child. And if the promise of your own flesh and blood upon the throne does not satiate your need to rule, then know I hold no grievances towards you. It is your birthright, just as it is mine.

If you do not bend the knee, you must send star fruit to the Keep so that I know of your decision, and may feel its sweet nectar upon my tongue once more before war breaks out. It is the only way I will survive this all, and it is the only way that I will know that you do not hate me for asking you of this.

It was not my wish to depose my mother of the throne, nor my father, or my dearest brother Jacaerys. I beg for your forgiveness. I shall go to the Godswood and pray that you will forgive such an offence, and pray that the Gods will forgive my sins too.

Until then, I wait to hear of your acquiesce to Aemond and I's rule, or the delivery of star fruit to the keep in barrels full.

Yours forever,

Queen Y/n.’

Tears slipped past your eyes, and you had not even heard Aemond enter the chambers, nor sense him standing behind you as he read your letter. It was only until he touched a lock of your hair at the back of your head did you know that he was there.

“Are you ready?” He asked softly, cool patience in his tone.

You turned your head to look up at him.

Were you ready?

Would you ever be ready for what was to come?

If your parents bent the knee, that meant you would rule as Queen, like you had always wanted, and at the side of Aemond.

But if they didn’t?

No.

They would come.

Just as you asked.

More tears fell, and Aemond swiped them away gently with his thumb, “Issa iā qopsa geralbar bona ilagon gō īlva. Yn nyke gīmigon bona hēnkirī, hae mēre, kosti.” It is a difficult road that lays before us. But I know that together, as one, we can.

“Iksan nāpāsagon ñuha lentor.” I am betraying my family, You sniffed, another tear trailing down your cheek hotly.

Aemond frowned sadly at you, helping you to stand.

“Iksis ziry drēje?” Is it true? He asked quietly, “Issi ao lēda riña?” Are you with child?

You knew in your bones that you were.

Although there were not many symptoms but the inklings of sore breasts, you just knew. You knew instinctually that it was true. That the Gods had given you and Aemond another chance of being parents, and you would not lose that opportunity again.

You nodded, another tear rolling down your cheek, one of sorrow and joy.

Aemond bent his head down to kiss you gently, lips brushing against your own in reverence, but his hands upon your face showed the true excitement that he held back. They were firm, and tight, and almost tingled against your skin.

“I am scared.” You breathed.

“I will keep you and my child safe.” Aemond looked you in the eye, sincerity on his face, a hand coming to press gently at your stomach.

You smiled sadly at him, “Not if war breaks.”

“Even then. I will not lose you, or our child. You are the most precious thing in the world to me, my one and only love. Not even the Gods could take you from me.” He promised.

Your heart soared as you nodded up at him, rising on your tiptoes to capture his lips once more. He whispered an apology against your lips, and you couldn’t help the small sob that escaped.

“Please do not make me choose.” You whispered, hands holding the sides of his face, stubble brushing against the scar of your palm, the reminder of your union and love always there.

“You have already made your choice. Now they must make theirs.”

Aemond left you in the chambers alone to deliver your letter to Otto Hightower and Ser Criston Cole, who readied themselves to leave by ship that very evening. They would arrive to Dragonstone by morning.

And you would get your answer from the skies.

DRAGONSTONE POV

The morning broke the same way that it had before.

The sun rose above the waters surrounding Dragonstone, and cast the volcanic island in a glow of golden light. There was a light breeze that morning as the maids had opened the windows and balcony doors to Queen Rhaenyra and King Daemon’s quarters.

They had been dressed and readied, and broke their fast together. Little Viserys and Aegon the Younger tottered around their chambers, playing with tiny toy dragons that had been carved from wood.

The couple eventually made their way down to the study, Rhaenyra having gotten word from the men at the Red Fork that a certain war dragon had been spotted in the skies, and not seen to have left until almost a dozen days later.

As Rhaenyra shifted the letters at the large desk and Daemon sat lazily before the fir with one leg crossed over the other as Little Viserys sat on his knee, stories being whispered into the young boys ear as Aegon the younger sat on the floor playing with his toys, the door to the chambers were rapt by knuckles thrice in quick succession.

“Come.” Rhaenyra beckoned, and watched as the doors were opened swiftly by a Ser Erryk Cargyll.

The twin gave a short nod in greeting before apologising for his intrusion, “Your, Grace, there is a ship, just west of Dragonstone.”

Rhaenyra stiffened in her chair, and Daemon snapped his head to the man, quietening his whispers.

“It flies the banner of your brother.”

Rhaenyra stood from her seat slowly, Daemon going her with his son in his arms, the boy nestled against his side.

There had not been a ship to Dragonstone since the day Otto had come to watch her daughter be wed to her half-brother.

“Notify the council, have them be ready.” Rhaenyra commanded, and Ser Erryk bowed his head, leaving the chambers at once.

Rhaenyra and Daemon stared at each other, Viserys fussing in Daemon’s arms, sensing the tension that mounted in the room like a storm.

“Do you think it’s a trap?” Daemon breathed heavily, smoothing hair away from his sons head as two of Rhaenyra’s maids entered the chambers.

Daemon kissed the top of the boys forehead before handing him to one of the girls, the other scooping Aegon the Younger into her arms before exiting the chambers.

Rhaenyra moved around the desk, coming to stand in front of Daemon, “I believe we should be ready for it.”

By the time the two entered the Chambers of the Painted Table, the Small Council of Queen Rhaenyra were already standing around it in wait. Jacaerys stood off to the side, his Lady Wife, Baela beside him.

Lord Corlys stood to the side of Baela with Princess Rhaenys and their other granddaughter Rhaena, all who wore black and red, with hints of blue, as was their new and old House colours.

All other Lords and Maester’s stood at the other end.

“When should they arrive to shore?” Rhaenyra asked, forgoing a greeting as she walked swiftly to the head of the table with her husband.

“Within the hour, Your Grace.” Came the response of Maester Gerardys.

Rhaenyra nodded, looking amongst the table before she jumped into action.

“We need to be ready for whatever my brother Aegon has planned. Patrol the skies and the sea. Have men at the ready for anything.”

Jacaerys stepped forward, “I shall ride Vermax.”

Rhaenyra nodded, though her heart raced in her chest.

The last time she had allowed her children to take to the skies, only one came back.

“I’ll take Moondancer, Your Grace.” Princess Baela declared.

Rhaenyra gave the girl a small smile, “Good.” She turned to face Rhaenys, “Take Meleys to the sky. If Aegon or Aemond are to come on the backs of their dragons, we will need numbers and you are one of our best.”

Daemon was the next to speak, “I shall take Caraxes-”

“-No.” Rhaenyra argued, “You will stay with me. I need you at my side.” Turning to Lord Corlys, she requested the presence of his ships, “Have four of your ships ready at port.”

The older man nodded, moving swiftly out of the chambers to command them.

“You said there was only one ship?” Rhaenyra questioned the Maester.

“Yes, Your Grace. Only one has been spotted.”

The crown weighed heavily atop the Queens head in that moment, the first time she had ever truly felt the weight of it.

At first when Daemon had crowned her, it was foreign, but with time, she grew to not notice its presence, as though it was another set of braids atop her head. But now, she felt the heavy weight of it all, pressing down on her skull, hyperaware that she had a duty, and it was about to be tested.

Once the ships had been pulled to the docks, and her dragon riders had taken to the skies, Queen Rhaenyra and her King Consort, Daemon Targaryen, moved with the Queens Guard down to the meeting point of the path where they had stood before.

When greeted with Aegon’s terms.

And then later with the return of their daughter.

But this time, they waited and watched as the heads and banners of the Green three headed dragon came towards them, and they did not once sense that they would be reunited with their daughter once more. Instead, Ser Otto Hightower was flanked by Ser Criston Cole and members of her brothers Kings Guard.

Above them, three dragons flew in circles, watching from above.

Waiting.

Ready.

Ser Otto Hightower, in all his lithe glory, came to a stop before Queen Rhaenyra, looking all the more like a weevil that had crawled into a farmers grain.

For he was a pest that had wormed its way into her fathers life, and become the driving force of the usurpation of the throne, her daughter and sons deaths, and the removal of her surviving daughter to her half-brother.

Ser Otto was a man that Rhaenyra as a child had hoped and prayed that her father would have seen through. That Viserys could have seen the man before him was a mask, a shell, and hid his true intentions behind duty and tradition. But Viserys had been blinded by the wolf in sheep's clothing, and Otto’s lies had been strengthened by Daemon’s love for her.

Viserys never did get to see the ruin that his inaction would become.

Daemon, the once Rogue Prince, stood at his wife’s side diligently, as he had promised to do, large palms resting upon the two swords that flanked him, one being the Dark Sister blade. He struggled to not sneer at the man who had taken everything from him.

Taken his daughter from him. His brother.

“We come as envoys.” Otto began, Ser Cole staring at Daemon, his own hand atop the hilt of his sword.

Daemon had not forgotten Cole's place in all this either.

Crispin Cole.

Rhaenyra looked down at the men from her nose. Despite being shorter than them, she stood uphill, and gave the illusion that she was above them.

And she was.

Where she was Queen, they were mere Ser’s.

“King Aemond the First-“

“-Aemond?” Rhaenyra interrupted sharply, worry coursing through her chest, “Did my brother Aegon drink himself to death in his cups?”

Otto reached into his coat pocket, the Queen’s Guard shifting as they watched his movement carefully. Long fingers pulled apart his lapel and dove into the inner pocket, grasping the rolled parchment from their daughter.

Daemon shifted atop the balls of his feet.

Lord Hightower held out the scrolled parchment, green insignia stamped into its papery surface with wax, “A letter from the Queen.”

“Queen?” Daemon snipped, looking at the parchment.

Ser Erryk stepped forward to grasp the letter, armour shuffling as his eyes darted to his twin, Arryk Cargyll, who stood behind Otto Hightower.

It was a sad day for either twin, seeing their other half on different sides of a silent war. Their eyes met, if only briefly, all hurt and betrayal, before Erryk took the scroll and delivered it to Rhaenyra.

“King Aegon is dead. And in the line of succession, Aemond has taken his place.”

“What about his remaining son?” Daemon questioned, looking at the scroll briefly before back at Otto.

Otto held his hands behind his back, “Maelor is too young to rule at such a time, and Aemond has taken the Iron Throne.”

Ser Erryk held out the parchment for his Queen to take, which she took whilst keeping her eyes upon Otto, much like her husband, who continued to talk.

“Bend the knee to the King, swear your fealty to him and he shall allow you to remain here as the Lady of Dragonstone, whereafter your son Jacaerys the Lord of Dragonstone, and Joffrey Lord of Driftmark. The Queen has agreed to send word to you now that the treaty has ended with Aegon’s passing.”

Rhaenyra hastily unrolled the parchment, ripping the green wax insignia of the three headed dragon off the paper, the wax crumbling onto the stone below. Violet eyes roved over her daughters script whilst Daemon read over the top of her shoulder.

The Queen felt a tide of rage.

“I will not bend the knee to a usurper and kinslayer who is not even second in the line of succession. He has no right to the throne.” She hissed at the Hightower Lord, “Where is the Princess?”

“She is Queen Consort now, and shall live her days with the King in peace and safety. Your blood sits upon the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra, something that should satiate your desire for war. Bend the knee to Aemond, blood not be needlessly spilt again.”

Otto spoke like an old man telling his daughter or wife to buy something from the market that was not needed, and not at all like a man who was preventing a war.

Daemon quietly seethed beside his wife, looking at Otto, and having read two words that gave him the permission he so desperately sought. Daemon shifted, hand pulling the Dark Sister blade from her sheath and stormed forward.

“Fuck this.” Daemon sneered.

Ser Cole stepped toward him, and from above a dragon screeched.

It was a blur of guards, and the sound of men and their blades being unsheathed filling the air.

Ser Erryk Cargyll stepped to the side of Daemon, if not slightly more forward, blocking the blow of Ser Cole’s blade as Daemon moved towards Otto, whose eyes were wide in shock. Queen and King’s Guards met in the middle, a blur of bodies as Rhaenyra stood firmly, planted as she were.

Watching.

With a swing of the Dark Sister blade, Daemon sliced through Ser Otto Hightower’s shoulder, the blade cutting through flesh and bone as though it was butter, carving down to the middle of his chest.

Blood sprayed from his wound, and the older man cried out into the air, the beating wings of dragons loud above them.

As the King Consort pulled his blade from the Hightower Lord, who stumbled backwards on shaky legs, Daemon swung the Dark Sister blade into the air once more, connecting with his neck.

His body landed on the floor before his head did, which rolled downwards into the chaos of the guards and knights who fought, mouth open and eyes wide.

Ser Erryk blocked another swipe of Criston’s blade, who came at him harder and faster, anger and desperation in his eyes. Ser Arryk, his twin, steadily approached the two as he battled through the sea of fighting.

A few of Aemond’s men had turned back, running down the path to try to get back to their ship, to send word to the King, but a large shadow loomed above them, and with a cry, Baela screamed out her deathly command for the very first time.

“Dracarys!”

Moondancer, a slender and pale green dragon with pearl like horns, opened her jaws and a plume of fire was cast over the Green deserters. The flames devoured the men entirely, who screamed in agony, trying to outrun their burning flesh, before dropping to the floor below, silent and stiff.

Baela, to prevent any more attempting to escape, landed against the path, the large claws of her dragon digging into the stone sides, much like how Rhaenyra had, many moons ago.

Moondancer screeched, head down and long at the backs of Aemond’s men who turned to face the dragon in fear, swords lifted in a pathetic last chance of defence.

It was an opportunity that Rhaenyra’s men did not let pass.

And an opportunity Daemon didn’t either.

The Dark Sister blade cut through three men, and Jacaerys upon Vermax landed behind the Queen and her men, a subtle threat, and a vow of protection for his Queen Mother.

Vermax growled deeply, teeth bared, whilst Rhaenys continued to circle atop Meleys from above, searching the skies for any sign of her cousins.

Ser Cole, sensing that he was fighting a losing battle, did not give up, and came at Ser Erryk brutally. The twin stumbled backwards, Arryk moving towards Cole’s side as Criston's blade barely just missed the twins face.

But as Ser Cole was occupied, and Rhaenyra watched from behind stony faced, he did not see the shadow that passed behind him, nor did he anticipate the thrusting of the Dark Sister blade through the pummel of his chest.

Ser Erryk Cargyll took advantage of the opportunity, and turned to face his twin brother, a man who was the exact image of him bar small scars upon their bodies, and if you had asked Arryk a year before, he was taller. Their swords clashed together, moves and skill mirrored as both men had grown and trained together side by side.

Daemon Targaryen, the once Rogue Prince and now Rogue King, a man who was seasoned in war, and battle, and swordsmanship, stood behind Ser Criston Cole, blade in hand as it penetrated through the top of his chest under his shoulder. Blood dripped from its tip thickly as he looked down at it, eyes wide in shock.

Daemon’s silver hair, now streaked in blood, lifted gently in the breeze that rolled past.

The drops of Ser Cole’s blood was loud in Rhaenyra’s ears as she looked at the man dubbed ‘The King Maker’.

With a large boot, Daemon kicked the knight off of his blade, and onto his knees.

Ser Criston Cole landed with a thud, looking up at Rhaenyra, eyes darkened by hatred. The blade in his hand had fallen to the ground, and blood dripped down from his wound thickly, splattering across the stones like many of his other men.

Rhaenyra looked down her nose at the man, lips pulled back in a sneer.

It was quiet on the path, the only sound Rhaenys’ dragon calling out from above, and the sound of blood on stone. All other fighting was drowned out by the rage that pumped through her veins.

And as though connected through a bond, like rider and dragon, Daemon stood behind Ser Criston Cole, The King Maker; a man who had been sworn to Rhaenyra once before, a man she had once been intimate with when she was a young girl, a man who had witnessed the Gods affirmation that she was fit for the throne, a man who had aided the usurpation of the throne, a man who had broken his oath to the cloak, and Daemon heeded the Queen’s wordless command.

Daemon swung the Dark Sister blade one final time.

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dedicatednotobsessed · 1 year ago

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The Blood Ball [Vampire!Aemond Targaryen x Witch!Reader]

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Out of 102 votes, this prompt was the winner with a 30.4% out of seven different prompts. I have had this idea for a few months now and I hope y’all enjoy! 🥰

Summary: Once every blood moon, the King of the Seven Kingdoms hosts a ball in order for his eligible sons to find a wife. With the eldest married and the youngest in Oldtown, the Blood Ball is thrown in honor of Prince Aemond. Your elder sister swayed you into sneaking in disguised as noble born women although the glaring issue lies and that is witches are outlawed in Kings Landing….

🐉There is light smut in this one shot. Please read at your own risk🐉

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You let out a nervous breath while you paced back and forth in your small cottage that laid on the outskirts of Kings Landing. Your elder sister Alys had left to get supplies and it felt as though hours had passed, the nerves coursing through your body. It was dangerous enough to be living so close to the city let alone go in and get supplies.

Your half brother Larys had promised protection to you and your sister, being the master of whispers to the King yet protection was hard to gain considering your kind is outlawed in Kings Landing. You and your sister fled from Harrenhal once the King’s younger brother, the Rogue Prince Daemon stormed your home sitting atop his red dragon, Caraxes. You thought this would be a new beginning although you were wrong entirely.

Witches were identified through the markings carved into their skin. Each marking was gained from the age of ten; one representing love, earth, fire, protection, and life. It was easy to hide them, yet it didn’t stop a vampire’s keen nose from identifying a witch. According to the texts you were forced to read as a child, a witch is to have a sweeter smell to them and is easily identifiable in a crowd.

You turned hearing the door opened and frowned at the sight of Alys dragging a goat in, a sack in her other hand. “You were to go into town to get supplies,” You hissed.

Alys blew out a breath while tossing the sack onto the table. “I did.”

You walked over to the table and opened the sack, scoffing at the sight of two dresses. “What are we to do with two dresses and a goat?”

“The goat is a ward of protection.” Alys hummed while tying the rope the goat was attached to to a pole before making her way to the satchel. The first dress she pulled out was the color of sapphires, a deep blue. It had a plunging neckline with a silver intricate embroidery. “And the dresses are for the ball.”

Your face visibly paled at the news. “Alys, we can not,” You hissed grabbing onto her arm.

“You worry too much.” Alys waved her hand a bit. “We will not get caught,” She insisted yanking her arm away.

“And what of our markings?”

“That is why I got us dresses with long sleeves.”

You narrowed your eyes at her snarky tone. You were always concerned when she went into the city for supplies since she did not seem to care if she got caught. The King’s Gold Cloaks were ruthless having witnessed first hand when you first came into the capital. They would cut off various appendages or rape them in the streets then slit their throats, in front of the entire city to see.

“Alys,” You began watching her pull out her dagger, a silver dagger with an intricate design on the hilt. You closed your eyes listening to the blessing she gave the dagger and turned away as she plunged it into the goat’s throat. “We can not go to the ball. It is a death wish.”

Alys hummed as she drained the blood into a bowl. “Strip down,” She instructed ignoring your concern.

You let out a sigh but did as you were told, Alys standing over you. She dipped two of her fingers into the dark red liquid before making two streaks on your left breast followed by your right breast then the valley.

“We are not going to get caught, sweet one.” Your eyes connected with Alys’ blue ones while she placed one more streak of blood on your bottom lip. She had a sickly sweet smile resting on her lips, one that made your stomach churn. “Now, wash up and get dressed. The blue one is yours.”

The night was lively as you walked through the streets of Fleabottom, a hood atop your head. You stayed close to Alys who pushed you through the crowds of people. You glanced around seeing the various individuals, some unclothed and laying with one another in the middle of the streets.

“Where are we going?” You hissed to your sister.

Alys did not respond as she led you down an alleyway. She glanced around while blowing out a breath. “Where is it?” She whispered.

“Alys.” You yelped when she pulled you down a corridor.

“The castle has many entrances,” Alys whispered to you. “I have been studying it with every visit.”

You opened your mouth but closed it as your sister led you up a set of stairs. You lightly pushed your hood back when you made it into the castle glancing around. It had always been a dream to see the interior of the castle, your half brother having filled your mind with empty promises. Your eyes landed on a painting, looking over the colors. It was the Targaryen dragons, noticing Caraxes although you were most intrigued by the great green dragon. Your fingers lightly traced over its neck, tilting your head before jumping when you felt someone grab your arm.

“The feasting hall is this way,” Alys told you and dragged you away. “Do you have your pouch?”

You nodded a bit while staying close to your sister. The pouch consisted of dry rose and lilac petals with dried rosemary. It was to mask your scent and you only prayed it work. You felt your breath catch in your throat when you made it to the closed doors before you unclasped your cloak as two servants opened the doors for you.

“And who might you be, my ladies?” A man asked standing by the entrance.

Alys smirked lightly. “We are Alys and Y/N of House Strong.”

You widened your eyes a bit at the title, the caller repeating the names. You were of House Strong, yet you did not have the name. You were not of noble blood, being tainted since birth.

Alys hummed and smirked over at you giggling at how frozen in place you seemed. “Go and enjoy yourself, sweet one,” She whispered in your ear before pushing you towards the crowd below.

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You looked down at your glass of wine with furrowed brows as you stood by the sweets table. You were too nervous to enjoy yourself like your sister wanted. The scent pouch seemed to be working yet it was only a matter of time before you got caught.

“And why are you standing here by yourself?”

You furrowed your brows at the unfamiliar face and you turned, going wide eyed a bit at the person before you. One-Eyed Aemond is what they called him for an incident long ago that caused him to lose his right eye. In place, he wore an eyepatch but no one knew what was underneath.

“M-my Prince,” You greeted a bit nervously. “Why are you over here? You should be on the dance floor with potential suitors.”

He hummed at that, his eye wandering over you. You frowned a bit seeing his eye longer on your exposed chest before it flickered back up to your face. “You seemed lonely and I wanted to make sure you were all right.”

You felt your hands shake, your grip tightening on your cup causing your knuckles to turn white. You cleared your throat and looked down with furrowed brows. “I-I have never been to a ball before, m-my Prince. Let alone a suitors ball. I do not really enjoy feasts to begin with.”

Aemond chuckled a bit. “That makes two of us.”

“Even if the feast is in your honor?”

“Especially if the feast is in my honor.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that danced on your lips. You lightly tapped your finger against cup while humming gently. “Is that why you came to the sweets table, to distract yourself from the feast?”

Aemond smirked down at you. “Perhaps I needed a reason to escape this damn feast,” He replied softly while holding his arm out for you to take. “Would you like to take a walk in the gardens?”

You could not deny the Prince as you held onto his arm, him leading you through the gardens. The moon was full and bright with red tints to it…a blood moon. The Targaryens believed it was the only time to find a suitor and the next eligible one was the one beside you.

You looked over Prince Aemond, tilting your head a bit. He donned long silver hair that seemed to shine in the moonlight and a scar on his cheek and upper eyebrow from the incident. He was wearing a black and gold leather doublet that made his pale skin and violet eye pop out.

“You never told me your name,” Aemond spoke up looking down at you.

You furrowed your brows a bit. “Y/N of House Strong,” You replied quietly. It wasn’t a full lie, but it wasn’t the truth either.

“Oh.” Aemond cocked a brow lightly. “Are you in relation to Larys Strong?” He hummed when you nodded. “I do not believe he really mentions his sister.”

“He has two in fact,” You stated. That wasn’t a lie, Larys had two younger legitimate sisters. You furrowed your brows noticing him watching you. “Are you all r-right, my prince?” She asked quietly, afraid that your scent pouch had worn off.

Aemond smiled a bit and looked down as he clasped his hands behind his back. “I have never seen such a beauty before,” He admitted with a small smirk. “Perhaps I will enjoy this Ball after all.”

You scrunched your brows in confusion before gasping when he took his dagger out, slicing at your hand. Aemond squeezed at the wound to cause a pool of blood before he leaned down sucking at it lightly.

You felt the fear course through your veins as he stood up leaning his head back, letting out a satisfied groan, the blood staining his lips.

“Why are you hiding your true self?” Aemond whispered out, leaning his head against yours. “One can tell a lot from a person’s blood…and yours has a bitter sweet taste.”

You met Aemond’s gaze as he gripped onto your waist tight, moving you back towards a tree. He trailed the dagger down your lip before cutting lightly at your bottom lip then leaned down, cupping your cheek and giving you a heated kiss on the lips.

You returned the kiss, Aemond gripping you tight to his body after he dropped his dagger. You placed your hands on either side of his neck, feeling him bunch up your skirts.

“You know what I am,” You said a bit breathlessly when you released the kiss for air. Aemond nodded a bit in response, “and yet, you want to lay with me.”

“The stories say that one must find a bride by tasting their blood,” The Prince began his lips trailing down your neck. “And if it is bitter sweet, that means they are to be the perfect wife.”

He kept your skirts lifted, using his other hand to tug his breeches off. As he rubbed against you, he sunk his teeth into your neck causing you to gasp.

“It will only hurt a moment, sweet one,” He whispered in your ear as you gripped onto the tree behind you.

You leaned your head back while he pressed into you before he guided himself into you, squeezing your eyes tight. His bite seemed to tighten on your throat, another gasp escaping your lips. He released his bite after a moment as he went deeper inside you causing you to moan lightly.

“I want you to be my bride,” Aemond whispered against the bite on your neck, kissing over it lightly.

Your breathing became labored as he began to thrust. “W-we can not,” You whispered out.

Aemond slowly hooked his fingers under your chin so you can look up at him. “I was never one for tradition,” He replied and kissed you deeply.

You knew it was wrong for the Vampire Prince to be with your kind, one that is considered foul and outlawed in the capital. In that moment it did not seem to matter as he took your maidenhood that night. Your love may have been forbidden, yet the bond seemed inseparable. He was to be yours and you were to be his for the rest of your days to come.

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Dreamer, Queen, Prince Details

Masterlist

First things first, not all of this story is canon-compliant. It is a fan fic for a reason and “what’s canon can’t hurt me if I just write my own fic” is the mood. Some of the timeline is based on Fire and Blood, some of it is based on House of the Dragon, and some of it is completely made up for the story. Here is a list of some of the changes I have made that don’t match either of those sources and might cause confusion. This list will continue to be updated as the story continues.

Before the list though, I wanted to say that certain parts of the story will be translated from High Valyrian and others will just be clarified that it was said in High Valyrian. For example, dragon commands and smaller phrases are easier to provide translations for than entire conversations. If the conversation takes place in High Valyrian, it will be indicated in italics.

Aegon is now the second child of Balerion and Alyssa. Viserys is still born in 77 AC and Daemon in 81 AC, but Aegon is born in 79 AC. This was changed to avoid any (more) creepy age gaps.

Adlyn Stark is my OC. She is the daughter of the canon character Lord Ellard Stark who was the Lord of Winterfell until he died in between 101-102 AC, and the sister of the canon character Benjen. We do not know the complete Stark family tree, so I’ve made Ellard the father of Benjen and Adlyn since Benjen became lord after Ellard. We also do not know when exactly Benjen dies, only that both Benjen and his son Rickon have died by 121 AC, as that is when Cregan becomes Lord of Winterfell at 13.

For the timelines of this fic, I have made it so Benjen dies in 115AC and Rickon’s death is still canon-compliant and he dies in 121AC.

Honestly, just don’t read too much into Stark timelines. They all confuse the hell out of me and I’ve done the best I can. It is what it is at this point, just go with the flow.

The dragon Tessarion is originally hatched and claimed by Daeron Targaryen, but I will be renaming the dragon he claims. Since we have so little knowledge of the Gods of Old Valyria, I have used this (https://iron-throne-roleplay.fandom.com/wiki/The_Gods_of_Old_Valyria ) fan made list of Valyrian gods and goddesses in the creation of this fic. The reason the name of the dragon claimed by Daeron must be changed is revealed in the prologue.

On the topic of dragons, I could not find an exact flight speed but the general consensus after digging in multiple different forums, blogs, and official and fan wikis seems to put the smaller dragons being able to fly roughly 50MPH and the larger ones around 35MPH so that’s what I’m going with.

I’ve also been personally victimized by Rhaenys not having black hair and the Velaryons never speaking in High Valyrian in HOTD, so I will be fixing that🤪

#dreamer queen prince

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What if Rhaenyra Targaryen had a baby sister who lived instead of a baby brother who died? What if she fought for the Blacks during the Dance of Dragons?

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WARNING: !!HOTD SPOILERS + MENTIONS OF TARG INCEST (it’s Game of Thrones nobody panic)!!

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Storyline (pre-Dance of Dragons) —

Her name was Saerys Targaryen (SAYR-iss)

Born in 102 AC

Second born daughter to King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Aemma Aryn

Queen Aemma still dies giving birth but Saerys stays healthy and survives

She is 4 years younger than Rhaenyra

Saerys was said to have hair “whiter than moondust”, which earned her the nickname the “Moon Princess” and later “Saerys the Silver”

She grows to be very tall, standing at 6’0. She is the tallest of all her siblings, including the boys

While Rhaenyra was said to be the most beautiful of the sisters, Saerys was often described as “lovely still, but with a ruggedness one can only describe as handsome; the princess’s jawline was sharp as a cutlass and her lilac eyes pierced like Dornish spears.”

Rhaenyra was so devastated over the death of her mother that she didn’t put a dragon egg in her baby sister’s cradle, leaving Saerys dragonless.

Instead, Saerys claimed her great grandfather’s dragon, Vermithor, at the age of 10. Everyone was very surprised to see a renowned dragon such as Vermithor allow a young girl to mount him. Saerys was emboldened by her cousin Laena after she claimed Vhagar, the largest of the living Targaryen dragons.

Rhaenyra and her sister weren’t close at first, but they eventually bonded deeply in their grief and expectations as Saerys grew older. It wasn’t long before they became practically inseparable. While they were not always at the Red Keep together, they always could count on one another.

Saerys very much never felt like she truly belonged. She was never like the other women at the Red Keep; she didn’t want to wear frilly dresses, learn to sew, and never fawned over the young lords. The people of the court saw her similarly; she was the second daughter of the king, worth no more than the political advantage the womb between her hips could gain. She didn’t even feel like a Targaryen for haven’t had a dragon egg put in her cradle. As a little girl, Saerys felt as though there was something wrong with her and that her interests (which were considered to be “for boys”) were wrong. For a long time, Saerys felt alone and blamed herself still for her mothers death. She thought everyone was against her and thus became very defensive in nature. It was only when she and Rhaenyra got a bit older that they started to become friends. Saerys’ first act of confidence was claiming Vermithor.

Saerys grew up feeling guilty for causing her mother’s death. She was always afraid Viserys and Rhaenyra blamed her for killing Aemma. Later, Saerys would also blame herself for starting the war, for if she hasn’t killed Aemma during labor, none of it would’ve happened.

She holds a lot of repressed guilt and self-resentment over her start in life — though no one truly blames her for it, least of all her father. Rhaenyra held some resentment for a time, but slowly came to realize it simply was not Saerys’ fault for being born.

Rhaenyra confides in Saerys a lot after Alicent Hightower marries Viserys and they become very close, though Rhaenyra can be jealous at times towards her sister’s sense of freedom and free will.

Saerys rarely does what she is told if it doesn’t suit her. She will do the exact opposite of what she is told just to spite those who told her to do it *ahem, poor Viserys*

She is profoundly bold in nature, but not stupid; she only takes calculated risks.

As an adult, Saerys is suave, charming, witty, and bold.

Though Viserys had wished for a boy, Saerys quickly became the son he always wanted. She hated lady-like activities and instead begged her father to train with sword and shield. She wanted to learn about politics, study military strategy, and be taught all that a young Prince would. Viserys resisted at first, but eventually allowed it despite the upset he faced amongst his court. He was, in secret, proud. This made Rhaenyra a little jealous, as Rhaenyra was typically viewed as their father’s favorite.

Saerys was always considered to be the more “unhinged” of the two girls. While Rhaenyra was kind and calculating like their father, Saerys reminded the King more of his brother Daemon with her brazen charisma. The sisters gave Viserys and the castle servants a run for their money.

Long before Rhaenyra’s sons (Jacerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey) were born, the Red Keep harbored another parentage scandal: that of Princess Saerys. So like Daemon in appearance and personality, Saerys was insatiably rumored to be his bastard daughter, sired on Queen Aemma in attempt to give Viserys the son he so desperately wanted after her many miscarriages. Some accounts differ on whether or not the encounter was consensual — or if it ever occurred in the first place. Viserys quickly put these rumors to bed after Aemma’s death, but as Saerys grew ever the witty, defiant, and charming girl, the whispers persisted despite his attempts.

It is thought these rumors were seeded by Viserys’ Hand — Otto Hightower — as a way to disinherit Daemon and tarnish his reputation. Daemon denies these claims, but the resemblance between him and Saerys is almost incriminatingly striking.

Otto was never overly fond of Saerys due to her similarities with Daemon. As a young girl, Saerys quickly found that out and made it her life’s mission to bother him as much as possible.

While Rhaenyra grew up closest to her father (something Saerys envied her for), Viserys’ lack of attention led Saerys instead to become very close with Daemon. Daemon always seemed to favor her over Rhaenyra. She has an almost fatherly bond with him, which further fueled the rumors of her parentage.

Daemon loves to gift his nieces. While Rhaenyra gets foreign jewels and necklaces, Daemon would eventually forge Saerys her own, priceless Valyrian Steel Sword made from ore found on his journeys after she gained her knighthood. Saerys names it Moon Wing.

Saerys was trained by Daemon (with Viserys’ permission) in swordsmanship, mounted combat, dragon riding, and the histories of Old Valyria (which fascinated her). This caused a lot of controversy in the Red Keep. Never before had a woman been taught “men’s work”, but Viserys merely wanted his daughter to be happy. Saerys also harbored a deep sense of old tradition because of Daemon’s teachings, whereas Rhaenyra did not like history and called it “boring old stuff”.

Fittingly, Saerys is obsessed with dragons and loves to learn about them; she has a theorized dragon genealogy chart on her desk.

Saerys is a decent artist and sketches her sister and the dragons in her free time.

She seems like bad news at first glance, but when you get to know her, she actually has a very kind/gentle nature and is fiercely protective of those she cares for. Sometimes to the extreme and will not hesitate to choose violence.

Though free in spirit, Saerys has a strong sense of duty. She seems morally grey a majority of the time, but usually does the right thing in the end.

She is the first woman to become a knight of the seven kingdoms at the age of 16. After her knighthood, Saerys was sometimes referred to as “Saerys the Silver”. When Saerys competed in her first tourney, she was harassed by four of the male knights who taunted her for being a woman in a “man’s sport”. When the King heard of this, he ordered the four knights to have their tongues cut from their mouths, but Saerys stopped him. She insisted on fighting them fairly in combat. Though he was hesitant, Viserys agreed. Saerys ended up winning the tourney; one of the knights yielded to her, two were severely injured, and the last was killed in combat. Saerys was never bothered at a tourney again.

Daemon once said of Saerys (to Viserys) “that girl fights with dragon fire in her blood; she will eat her lord husband’s heart and spit it out should you marry her away”.

Saerys grew up with a dislike for Ser Criston Cole for “reasons”. When asked, she would oft describe him as a “self-righteous twit”. It is unknown what caused their animosity, but most say it started after Rhaenyra’s rumored sexual encounter with him.

Saerys, while she loved Rhaenyra unconditionally, would often roll her eyes at the latter’s romantic adventures in a way not only a sister would, but perhaps in a way one might describe as jealousy. Jealousy of what is unknown.

When Aemond claims Vhagar in 126 AC and the squabble between he and Lucerys begins following the death of Laena Velaryon, it was a 24 year old Saerys who intervened to protect her cousins and nephews from him. Lucerys was ultimately blamed for maiming Aemond’s eye, but rumors say it was actually Saerys.

Afterwards, Saerys sported a straight, thick scar across her upper and bottom lip. She never reveals how she received it but says “she will never let anyone get that close to her again”.

Overall, Saerys is “eh” with her half-siblings. Her least favorite by far is Aegon. She thinks Aemond is a pain in the ass crybaby who’s desperate for attention, but she at least respects him a hair more (which is still not a lot) than the whoring Aegon. To her, Helaena is a strange but kind soul. Daeron is her favorite. Saerys doesn’t appreciate Alicent dressing them all in green, however. She says “green taints the blood of Old Valyria”. Saerys even laughed and said they looked like “flocked toads” once when Alicent and her half siblings posed together in emerald threads for a painting.

Saerys was originally betrothed to her half-brother Aegon, who was four years her younger, when she was a teenager till the princess grew up to despise him and proved too much for the boy to handle. Aegon was then betrothed to Helaena instead.

Aegon always picked fights with Saerys like the rotten little shit he is. Saerys has absolutely no time for him and grows up to despise him even more for his alcoholic behavior, constant womanizing, and overarching laziness. She even threatened to castrate him (and she meant it too) on one occasion when she caught wind that he’d sired several dozen bastards on the brothel women of the Street of Silk. But, instead of cutting his balls off, she broke his nose. The fight had to be broken up by the Kingsguard.

Alicent was furious to learn Saerys attacked Aegon. However, when she found out why, Alicent almost allowed the Kingsguard to step aside so Saerys could go back to hitting him.

Viserys thought Aegon deserved a reality check for the shame he brought upon himself, Helaena, and their children. As a king, Viserys was forced to scold Saerys in public, but in private she received a pat on the back for dishing out punishment to Aegon that was well deserved.

Saerys finds her half sister Helaena to be a bit of an enigma but likes talking to her in and listening to her riddles. Saerys has an ongoing game with herself on how long it takes for her to become confused while speaking to her half-sister.

Saerys enjoys playing with Aegon and Helaena’s twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera (her niece and nephew), since Aegon is an absent father for the most part. It also pisses Aemond off for a reason Saerys can only speculate and she enjoys getting under his skin just to watch him squirm. Aemond doesn’t appreciate Saerys interacting with the twins but refuses to speak up about it. Whether it is out of fear or respect for Saerys no one is sure.

Saerys constantly fought with Aemond due to his inherent need to prove his metal to her. He always loses their duels. Aemond always secretly looked up to Saerys, but never showed it in the right ways. Instead he came off like a jerk. Sometimes him and Aegon would team up against Saerys, but even as a duo, they still never won against her.

Aside from Rhaenyra, Saerys is closest to her half brother Daeron despite their twelve year age difference. Daeron looks up to Saerys and idolizes her. He wants to become a knight just like her. Saerys sees a gentleness, kindness, and honorability in him that Aegon and Aemond don’t have. Him and Saerys are often seen training in the yard together or training on horseback. When Tessarion was large enough enough to mount, Saerys even took Daeron flying and taught him the basics of dragon riding like Daemon did for her. She calls him Squirt a lot and fluffs his hair.

Saerys is very close with her cousin, the Princess Rhaenys, and refers to her as “Auntie Rhaenys”. Saerys visited Rhaenys and Lord Corlys on Driftmark often. Saerys, Rhaenys, and Laenor would often fly on dragonback together. Rhaenys was like a mother figure to her growing up and Saerys often spent time with her on Driftmark in her teen years after Laenor married Rhaenyra.

Later on, Saerys is the only one who knew the real truth of Rhaenyra’s son’s parentage and will take the secret to her grave. She understood Rhaenyra and Laenor’s marital situation on a personal level, but she also gave Rhaenyra an earful for threatening her position as heir to the Iron Throne by having children out of wedlock with Ser Harwin Strong instead of Laenor. Saerys, however, does comfort Rhaenyra in her grief when Harwin is killed in the fire at Harrenhal and then again when both Laena and Laenor are killed.

Saerys is henceforth fiercely protective over her nephews. No one dared to call them bastards in her presence, no matter what, lest they face the steel of her blade. She once sliced an ear off the son of a petty lord for not telling her where he heard such a thing after he uttered the insult.

Viserys was outwardly not happy, but inwardly a very proud father. He had to scold her (but he really didn’t).

A rumored “lover of the fairer sex”, Saerys was said to have zero interest in any of her lord father’s choices for her in a husband, which is why she went unmarried and childless by the start of the Dance of Dragons. Having endured more than enough with the fight Rhaenyra gave him on marriage, Viserys all but gave up with his second daughter. Some also say Saerys had seduced nearly all the ladies at court, aside from Queen Alicent Hightower (though some say she tried) by age 20.

Rhaenyra supported Saerys’ sexual/romantic appetites 100%. Rumors were Rhaenyra enjoyed the company of both sexes. Rumors also said in the past Rhaenyra had the buddings of a relationship with the (then) Lady Alicent before the latter was married to the king.

Since then, Saerys filled the gap Alicent left in Rhaenyra’s life and took that role very seriously.

After Laenor’s passing, Saerys was left in the dark on Rhaenyra’s and Daemon wedding. Her sister never spoke a work to Saerys about it. Still grieving the loss of both her cousins, Saerys stayed on Driftmark for several months following Laena’s (who had been married to her Uncle Daemon before her death during childbirth) and Laenor’s “death” to help her Auntie Rhaenys. When word came of Rhaenyra’s wedding to their uncle, Saerys had already flown back to the Red Keep. She received such news bitterly. Originally, Saerys was furious with Rhaenyra, thinking her stupid for doing such a thing while knowing their father would not be happy about the union. Even more so, she felt betrayed. Saerys did not discount the idea that Rhaenyra would be disinherited by their father, which would mean she’d be next in line for the throne. Saerys was also, almost more so, furious that her sister did not tell her about the wedding prior.

Daemon and Rhaenyra’s marriage sparked a conversation between Saerys and King Viserys that they might not of had, had it not happened. It happened the night the raven came announcing the news. Viserys called Saerys to his study and sat her down. He was weak, frail, and growing more and more feeble by the day with a growing sickness. It is said they spoke well into the night. What they spoke of one could only wonder, but it was speculated the king told his second daughter that he wished to make her his heir. Whispers in the Red Keep (who’s origins are unknown) would say Viserys named Saerys the “heir of dreams” that night. From then on, Saerys would sometimes be called, in hushed voices, the “Princess of Dreams”.

Nothing changed, but after that, Saerys seemed more at peace with herself. No one could understand why, nor knew what happened, other than the Princess carried herself with a sense of self-knowledge rather than bitterness henceforth.

The next day, Saerys flew to Dragonstone on Vermithor to confront Rhaenyra. Daemon attempted to intercept a furious Saerys, which resulted in surprise for onlookers. Saerys drew her weapon against her uncle, the very sword he’d forged for her, and gave Daemon no choice but to draw his. As a result, Vermithor and Caraxes stirred on either end of the Dragonbridge, each dragon coming to the defense of their rider. Eventually, Daemon yielded (though onlookers accounted that it was Saerys who disarmed him) and Saerys entered Dragonstone without further resistance. But that was only the beginning.

When the sisters confronted each other, it was said their shouts could be heard all the way up on the Dragonmont and reminded the castle servants and lesser lords of “two great dragons roaring”. Although, some said it sounded more like a quarrel between lovers rather than of sisters. Eventually, Saerys stormed out of the castle and took flight on Vermithor toward the Red Keep. Some accounts say Rhaenyra ran after Saerys following their immense fight and begged her to stay. However, others recall that the Princess Rhaenyra shed a tear at the furious departure of her sister but moved not an inch.

Henceforth, the monumental argument would be dubbed by nobility the “Battle of Gold and Bronze” for the colors of Vermithor and Syrax — the mounts of each Targaryen princess. The sisters would not see or speak to each other again for over two years.

After this, it was thought Saerys would not support her sister’s claim. Some even thought Saerys would challenge Rhaenyra for the throne or that Viserys might finally change his decision on who his heir would be. Saerys, however, never spoke ill of Rhaenyra. In fact, she hardly spoke of her at all.

Afterward, Saerys was said to have a reoccurring fling with the daughter of a lord at the Red Keep. Some say it was casual while others say the princess would have taken the girl to wed had she the means to. Rumors say this girl was Lady Fell’s daughter, Amelia.

The Red Keep seemed at peace for a time, settled between Driftmark and Dragonstone, where House Targaryen found family on each. But it was less like peace and more like a hollow stillness. Rhaenyra and Daemon welcomed two sons and were expecting a third child on the way. Saerys, betrayed by both of the two people closest to her, lost herself in books and in steel. There was a rigid calmness that shrouded House Targaryen. The nights drew blacker and the days became greener, but King Viserys grew sicker by the passing of each. The Dance of the Dragons was near.

Part two will be on Saerys and Vermithor’s impact on the Dance of Dragons

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flowerandblood · 1 year ago

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Okay guys, it's me, couple of year ago, on my great-grandfather Viserys 102 birthday, next to me my mom, making me a bunny joke (of course) and my Targaryen cousin and for fuck sake, that was like the Last Supper from HOTD episode 8, I can tell you. I wear green, but my heart is with blacks. Is this make me live with my husband-Aemond in incestuous marriage? Maybe, you tell me!!!!!

*I love the look in my eyes, like what the fuck is even happening here, let me eat my cheesecake in peace*

#family #grandparents #hotd meme #birthday party

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emynarnen · 9 months ago

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Rhaenys’ teal blue dress

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.02 “The Rogue Prince"

#rhaenys targaryen #hotd #hotdedit #house of the dragon #hotd s1 #hotd 102 #hotd costume #hotd costume series #costume #mine #not sure what to call this colour #100

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Likely to no one’s surprise, @/smokeywhalee / smokeyshawarma isn’t the person she says she is. I was going to stay quiet and let people choose their friends, but after I heard about all the people she’s wronged in the past, it’s no longer something I can ignore. Over the past year, Smokey has:

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Although Smokey is no longer relevant to the Call of Duty fandom, what she has done to others surpasses the fandom. This is more than just about her. This is about those who’ve stayed quiet because they felt she had too big of a following to say anything.

To those that were affected, please add your story via a reblog. To those that weren’t, please listen to the voices of others.

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But that's not the fun part, the publicity grant is:

Straight from Wattpad's rules:

Entry in the Contest constitutes permission for [Wattpad Corp.] Sponsor and its designees to use each entrant's and Prize Winners' Entries, as well as entrant's name, [Wattpad account] or other social media handle or ID, biological information, address (city and state) and likeness, for advertising and promotional purposes, in any manner, in any and all media now or hereafter devised, worldwide, in perpetuity, without further compensation, notification, or permission, except where prohibited by law and as otherwise provided herein. The preceding expressly includes, without limitation, any video associated with any winning Entry.

That's a lot to read, so let's break it down:

"Entry in the Contest constitutes permission for [Wattpad Corp.] Sponsor and its designees to use..."

By entering the contest, Wattpad and others associated with the contest can...

"...each entrant's and Prize Winners' Entries..."

Every entry is now Wattpad's and you don't have control over your own work.

"...as well as entrant's name, [Wattpad account] or other social media handle or ID, biological information, address (city and state) and likeness..."

Wattpad may use your real name (might not be preferred), your Wattpad name, your social medias, your birth date, your gender, your address, and all things needed to sign up for a Wattpad account...

"...for advertising and promotional purposes..."

Wattpad will use all of the above for "promotional purposes."

"...in any manner, in any and all media now or hereafter devised, worldwide, in perpetuity..."

Your name, address, social medias, and all others will be advertised freely and you'll have no control on which corners of the world it will reach.

"...except where prohibited by law and as otherwise provided herein."

If there's a law that will stop advertising, congrats. Your name, address, social medias, and all others won't get promoted there.

"The preceding expressly includes, without limitation, any video associated with any winning Entry."

Wattpad allows writers to add a video to your chapter which can help set the tone of the chapter. Basically, they're saying here that if you put Billy Joel's "Piano Man" with your writing, they don't care about the copyright. They'll still promote the story, which also breaks copyright rules in the music department. And if the company behind "Piano Man" decides to sue, the author takes the blow.

It doesn't stop there: let's talk Intellectual Property (aka copyright):

Straight from Wattpad again:

Each Prize Winner grants to [Wattpad Corp.] Sponsor and its designees the exclusive, irrevocable, perpetual, worldwide, royalty-free, transferable, sublicenseable right and license to use, perform, exhibit, reproduce, and/or otherwise exploit their winning Entry in any manner and in any and all distribution channels, venues or media no known or hereafter devised, without further notice or any compensation to entrant. The preceding grant of rights is subject to any rights retained by a social media operator in its social media platform. Each Prize Winner further waives any "Moral Rights of Authors" or similar natural rights of ownership they may have in user content. Each Prize Winner further agrees, upon Sponsor's request and without compensation of any kind, to execute any additional documents so as to effect, record, or perfect the grant of rights contemplated by this subsection.

By participating, entrants acknowledge that Sponsor may be working on or receive other Entries (or Sponsor's employees or third party independent contractors may create materials on their own), that are similar to identical in theme, format or other respects to that summited by entrant. By submitting an Entry, Sponsor does not waive any rights to use similar or related ideas previously known to Sponsor or developed by its employees, or obtained from sources other than entrant. Sponsor shall not have any liability to entrant for any direct, indirect, contributory, vicarious, secondary or other infringement or protection of any copyright in or to entrant's Entry.

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My #1 post of 2022

I think it's important for people to see just where the bombings in Ukraine have taken place. Just to show that this is even bigger than I think most people outside of Eastern Europe realize.

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146 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #Ohhhh that’s mildly embarrassing #Two callout posts in one roundup

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