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[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Burn with Me

Pairing: Viserys III Targaryen (Game of Thrones) x f!reader Warnings: Smut, imbalanced power dynamics, abuse of power. Word count: ~2k

Summary: Viserys shares a piece of his ancestry with his concubine.

Author's note: Day one of Smuffmas - candlelight and collaring. No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

She steps into the tent that has been erected to serve as Viserys’ personal bathhouse and is immediately enveloped in humidity that clings to her skin like a shroud, as the opening falls closed behind her. True to his Targaryen nature, he favours the heat and, as such, always demands that the water be scalding before it fills the wooden tub, with as many candles lit as the surrounding space will allow, to ensure that it retains its heat.

The atmosphere within the canvas walls is one of resplendence; the rounded tub that sits in the far corner wafts viscous steam up into the air. The water’s surface reflects the vibrant orange glow of more candles than she can possibly count, all casting flickering shadows that dance upon the ceiling. The heady fragrance of Myrish oils lingers in the air, a potent aroma of cinnamon and ginger. Viserys refuses the use of Dothraki spiceflower in his bathwater, despite it being in abundance, and far less costly than oils and spices from the Free Cities.

“It is insult enough that I must exist among these savages,” he had once told her, “I will not smell like them too. See that my command is heeded, or you shall wake the dragon.”

He stands beside the bathtub, spine rigid and eyes narrowed in annoyance. She had come to him the moment she was summoned, yet she can tell from the subtle flare of his nostrils that he is impatient already.

Despite the gossamer fabric of the dress that drapes over her body, she can feel sweat prickling the back of her neck, dampening the hairs that rest at the base of it. She knows this is due to the stifling heat of the bathing tent, but the fearful hammering of her heart as Viserys eyes her in displeasure only serves to exacerbate it.

“About time,” he snaps irritably, beckoning her closer with a restive click of his fingers.

“Your grace,” she greets courteously, before he has the chance to scold her further, “allow me to help you.”

She steps in front of him, deft fingers moving over the forest green wool of the tunic that covers his lithe frame. It is a wildly impractical choice of fabric, considering the climate of Vaes Dothrak, but Viserys shuns more traditional garb in favour of wool and silk. One by one she pulls open the clasps, revealing the creamy, white flesh beneath.

During her time in the pleasure houses of Lys, she had lain with many men and grown accustomed to the sight of skin marred by battle scars and hardened by the ravages of hard labour. Viserys bears no such afflictions. He is thin, an unfortunate consequence of a life lived in squalor, but he has never known battle, he is soft and smooth, unblemished by conflict. She has silently wondered on many occasions how he could possibly ever hope to rule as king of Westeros if he is not competent with a sword, a musing she will never give voice to, lest she pay with her life for it. She has no doubt he will take no issue in wetting his blade with her blood, if provoked into doing so.

Despite his rakish appearance and short temper, she cannot help the appreciative gaze she casts upon him as she strips him of the remnants of his clothing. For all his flaws, Viserys is a handsome man; soft, silver waves of hair frame the hard lines of his face, a strong nose and chin accentuate the pierce of his gaze. His eyes carry madness within them, enticing with dangerous allure.

“Careful with that,” he commands, nodding to the tunic which she has picked back up to fold, “what’s in the pocket is worth at least five times more than what I paid for you.”

“Of course, your grace,” she replies simply, noticing the subtle weight the garment has to it that isn’t usually there.

“Bring it here,” he says to her, stepping into the tub and sitting down. The motion causes steamy water to slop over the sides, soaking into the clay coloured earth of the ground below, as he leans back, resting his elbows behind him on the edge.

“Not the tunic, stupid girl,” he spits, scowling as she steps forward with it, “just what’s in the pocket.”

She blinks rapidly, bowing her head, a fruitless attempt to will away the humiliation that burns hotly at her skin. Reaching into the pocket, she wraps her fingers around something hard, that feels cold against her skin despite the heat that hangs heavy in the air.

Pulling it free, she can see that it is a steel choker. Thick silver plates inlaid with large rubies make up the bulk of it, with a dainty chain that fastens it at the back. She has never held anything so valuable in her hands before, the very weight of it feels representative of its significance.

“I don’t suppose you have ever seen such opulence before,” Viserys tells her, drawing her attention back to him, to where he reclines in the bath, a smug smirk upon his face as he regards her pridefully.

She places the choker in his upturned, waiting palm. “Won’t it rust if you get it wet?”

Viserys grins, the gesture lighting up his face in a way that seems almost unnatural, as the ever present madness dances within the lilac of his eyes. “It is Valyrian steel, forged in dragon fire, it won’t rust, it can’t. Now disrobe and join me.”

He plays idly with the choker, running the chain through his fingers and holding the rubies up to the candlelight as she undresses, though it does not take her long. The near translucent dress is the only item of clothing that he will allow her to wear when tending to him, and it is rare that it stays on for long.

She hisses quietly at the burn of the water against her flesh as she climbs into the tub, the all encompassing heat making her legs tingle. She does not understand how Viserys can stand it, but then there is blood of the dragon coursing through his veins, so she supposes he barely notices it.

“Turn around,” he instructs, and she does as she’s told, presenting her back to him as she faces away. She can hear the splash of the water as he advances upon her within the small space, feel the water moving with him.

Dampened hands scoop her hair away from her neck, before he places the choker around it, carefully fastening it. It chills her skin, a strange juxtaposition to the clamminess that their surroundings elicit. It feels heavy and tight around her throat, more like a collar than a necklace, and as Viserys turns her roughly to face him, sending yet more water cascading over the sides of the bath, she can see that that was precisely his intent.

His eyes are wild as he appraises her, lips slightly parted. “This is hundreds of years old, it would have been worn by a Targaryen princess from the days of Old Valyria,” he tells her, his voice lowering, taking on the seductive timbre that he affects only when aroused. He hooks two fingers beneath the centre ruby, giving it a tug. “How does it make you feel?”

She swallows thickly, considering her answer, wanting to offer words that will please him. “It makes me feel…fortunate…to have the opportunity to wear something of such significance.”

He hums, clearly satisfied with her answer, giving a slight nod as he grasps her hips beneath the water and manhandles her into his lap. She can feel his hardened cock prodding insistently at her most intimate area as she settles into the position of straddling him, winding her arms around his neck, as his hands keep a firm grip of her.

“Ser Jorah came by this on his travels,” he tells her, eyes fixated upon her throat, “he was going to give it as a gift to my sister, but I have taken it for myself. I do not see why she should lay claim to such a valuable piece of our shared ancestry, just for spreading her legs and siring a whelp for that savage, Drogo.”

The tone of his voice drips with jealousy, and it makes her uncomfortable to be faced with his arousal, not for the first time, while he speaks of Daenerys. She knows that the Targaryens existed on a foundation of bloodline purity, however, those customs are queer to her and to be faced with the reality of their incestuous nature makes her stomach churn.

All thoughts leave her mind, however, as he tugs her downwards to meet his upward thrust, spearing her open on his cock with a grunt elicited through gritted teeth. She moans at the exquisite stretch, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as she clings tightly to him, her breaths hot against his wet skin.

Viserys keeps his hands upon her hips, helping to guide her movements as she rolls her pelvis against his, bouncing herself upon his aching length. Though he is often cruel to her, when he holds her close like this, and it is just the sounds of their mingling pants for breath and the slap of their skin, it is easy for her to forget that she was purchased for his pleasure, a means to distract him from the want to defile his sister.

When he holds her close, his harsh features contorted in ecstasy, the madness that dances within his eyes conveying only lust, she can allow herself to believe that she is special, that he chose her alone to travel with him and warm his bed because he wanted only her, not because the Beggar King could not afford more than one concubine. 

In her own foolish heart, she has allowed gratitude to be misplaced for love. The fondness she feels towards him for him having taken her from the pleasure houses of Lys, and rescuing her from the life of a common whore, in her mind, is romantic. 

So when he takes one of the stiffened peaks of her nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinches harshly, she mewls wantonly as the sensation causes her sensitive walls to clench around him, wanting him to know just how good he makes her feel, how eager she is to please him.

If he did not return her affection, why else would he allow her to wear the choker that currently sits snug against her throat?

She speeds up her movements, the bathwater undulating around them with more intensity. The head of his cock bullies relentlessly at a spot inside of her that, coupled with the lightheadedness she feels from the heat of the water, makes her forget herself entirely. Before she can stop them, the words tumble carelessly from her lips.

“I love you.”

He halts all movements, and she freezes, her heart hammering wildly against her ribcage as she realises what she has just said. She opens her mouth, wanting to apologise, to take it back, to beg for forgiveness, but before she can he’s grasping her jaw, forcing her to meet the intensity of his stare.

“Say it again,” he orders quietly, leaving no room for argument.

She is hesitant at first, but he tangles his fingers into the back of her hair, not allowing her to look away, so she relents. “I–I love you.”

He snarls, tugging harshly at her hair as he resumes his brutal thrusts up into her. “That’s right, you fucking do.”

For the briefest of moments, she had allowed herself to believe he might say it back, and is not even given the respite to experience disappointment, as he chases his release within her. Her confession of love having been enough to stroke his ego to the point of climax, evidenced by the insistent pulsating of his member as he pumps it in and out of her with renewed vigour.

He holds her tightly against himself, pushing himself as far up into her as he can go as he peaks, spilling inside of her with a shameless groan, before settling back down, her body pliant against his as they both catch their breath.

“I’m finished with you for tonight. Leave me,” he says despondently, as his rapidly softening cock slips free of her.

She offers a curt nod, disentangling herself from him and climbing on shaky legs from the tub, bathwater and Viserys’ seed both dripping down her thighs, as she reaches for her dress, clutching it to herself to protect what little remains of her modesty.

“Wait,” he snaps, and for a moment she believes he will tell her he has changed his mind, that he longs for her company. Instead he snaps his fingers, gesturing to her neck. “The necklace.”

Her heart sinks, but she forces her expression to remain stoic, unclasping it and depositing it back into his outstretched palm. Her neck feels immediately lighter, having been freed from the weight of it. However, as she walks from the tent, it is replaced with a heaviness upon her heart that reminds her irrevocably of her place - or lack thereof - in the world of Viserys Targaryen.

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[alicentsaegon]

The Marriage of Aegon III and Jaehaera Targaryen.

They are so Henry VII Elizabeth of York coded...

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Imagine...

Pairing: Dark Viserys Targaryen III x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNINGS: Manipulation; Blackmail.

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"But I do not want to be your queen.” the words left your mouth before you could stop yourself.

Viserys raises his blonde brows, surprised and incredulous.

“Your grace, I…do not love you. I couldn’t possibly marry you.”

Viserys‘s tongue pokes his cheek as he chuckles, the sound devoid of any humor.

“And I didn’t ask. I don’t need your permission to wed you.” he replies, annoyance painting his features. He grabs your hand, squeezing his fingers around it until you gasp with pain, a satisfied smirk replacing his anger.

“I’m going to be king very very soon. My word will be the law then and you will obey me, whether you like or not.”

His nails bury into your soft skin, and you cry out, shaking as you attempt to push his hand off.

“You’ll be my queen, I promise you that. It’s either that or perhaps you should start planning for your family’s funeral. Your choice, my love.” 

[lullaebies]

Hi, I love this acc sm!

Just asking if you could do a Jaehaera lives and Daenaera marries Viserys ii au? thanks sm!!

“You can eat it still. I’ll manage, Daenaera,” Jaehaera tells her good sister. Daenaera prances around the room as if she is a lady-in-waiting still, taking the fish dish she had been eating and putting it on the balcony for the morning birds to gobble up. 

“Your words are most kind, your Grace, but your scrunched nose betrays you,” Daenaera grins as she sits back down on their tea table. They most often have their tea times at the gardens, but Jaehaera’s fatigue had not allowed them such luxury. Daenaera had combed her hair, but they both agreed she is better off remaining in her comfortable nightgown for the day. “The smell of the Strumm fish wards off Viserys, too. Regretful I must give up my defences, but I’ll manage for my Queen.”

Jaehaera lifts her teacup to her lips, a thin smile stretched upon her tired face. “Newlyweds should be sweet on each other. Should I worry you want my good brother repelled already?” 

Daenaera laughs, her pretty smile accompanied by a playful gaze. “Oh, there are no concerns there. Should he have been any sweeter, he may have not allowed me to attend my duties to you on this fine day.”

Jaehaera shakes her head with a soft chuckle. “You are going to make Viserys resent me,” she says. They’ve come a long way since their initial meeting and the accusations of her ‘bewitching Aegon’, but Jaehaera’s matching of her good brother and Daenaera bridged them true. She hopes that it won't go to waste. “Regardless, you are not my lady-in-waiting anymore. You must remember to enjoy your own bliss; you needn’t attend any duty.”

“On the contrary, your Grace. You are my good sister now, and my duties are attended from the depths of my heart,” Daenaera says as if she is speaking out a poem, smoothly, and leans forward to bring a hand over Jaehaera’s palm. “On such exciting days I couldn’t bear not to see you, Haera.”

Jaehaera smiles gently, bringing her other hand to her belly. She had been anxious when the signs had started to show. The maester Daenaera brought from Driftmark in preparation for her wedding had also been the maester that confirmed Jaehaera is with child. The Grand Maester would’ve had to tell Aegon — but she had wanted to know for herself, first. They only made headway with their own intimacy this year. The changes are coming with such haste she hasn’t managed to internalise either her fears or her excitement. 

Swift knocks are heard from behind the door. “King Aegon the Third and Prince Viserys are at the door, my Queen,” Ser Willis Fell announces. “May they enter?”

Jaehaera snorts. Ser Willis wastes no opportunities to show his allegiance. Should Aegon have stood there alone, he could not make them ask for permission, but Viserys standing outside the door means he must mind her chastity. 

“Speak of the devil,” Daenaera’s smiles from ear to ear, turning her body around to the door. 

“Daenaera,” Jaehaera exclaims softly, amused. She clears her throat to raise her voice. “Let them in, Ser Willis.”

The door opens for the two brothers. Aegon’s dark amethyst eyes fall on her tenderly, and the hand that brushes on her belly moves to her lap. She nearby told him yesterday, when he embraced her to calm sleep, but had found him lulled to sleep before she could find the courage. It is always on the tip of her tongue.

“And here I thought you’d keep me out, good-sister,” Viserys says, walking over to Daenaera in steps that seemed more reflex than thought of. “Wife,” he says, planting a full kiss on her silver locks.

“If it was up to me, she would,” Daenaera answers, giving a kiss of her own to his chin.”The council went well, I’d hope?”

“As well as you’d expect from a council all due to be swapped,” Viserys says. “They take too long to make decisions as simple as deciding what establishments to be patrons of for The Smith’s Day. The answer is in the day’s name, for heaven's sake.”

“The Smith represents all labourers, good brother,” Jaehaera chimes in, leaning back against her chair. “There is some merit in that discussion, I fear.”

Aegon drags the chair beside her to sit down. “Let him complain. We all know the true reason he does,” he says. “He has been tortured to keep a charming smile for the entirety of it. A wonder the corners of his lips are not set in it permanently, by now.”

“Should you budge a smile for once, I wouldn’t have to blind the room with mine,” Viserys says, taking his own place with his wife. “Dear sister, I implore you to have him practice his smiles. He cannot leave you to endear the realm to the crown on your own.”

“I am certain the realm will soon be overwhelmingly endeared to her and The Crown in tow. His Grace is only aid, one way or another,” Daenaera chuckles to herself. 

“Pardon?” Aegon asks, tilting his head. The goblet of wine he poured for himself is held by his chest as he stops to comment. He poured herself one, too; she had been the wine fan of them two, but alas, she cannot allow herself to drink much. “I don’t think my wife needs any assistance in these matters.”

Jaehaera smiles. A few years ago all would doubt that claim entirely, but she supposes all things are due to change. She ought to embrace this possibility and make it true; the son or the daughter that are growing in her belly deserve to be loved by the realm, as they deserve to be loved by their father.

She looks at Aegon midway his sip, at the line of his restrained lips. Jaehaera raises herself on the chair, fixing her posture, hand coming back to her belly. “Perhaps, but assistance will come anyway. The babe will be of great aid, if my husband will not.”

Aegon’s wine spritzes from his mouth like a rush of rain. It stains the teal of Viserys’s doublet and furthermore his face, to Daenaera’s great laughter. Jaehaera cracks a wide smile at the display, and especially when Aegon turns to her whole. 

“Truly?” his goblet is left aside, reaching out to her wrist. Jaehaera nods gently, letting her eyes crinkle at Aegon in hopes his will return the favour. The king does not disappoint, his face coming to her own for a swift kiss that stamps his smile on her own.

“I am all congratulations for the both of you, and the realm,” Viserys says, trying to clean off some of the wine on his doublet while Daenaera brushes away his wet fringe from his face, still struck with giggles. “But you most definitely will have to rely on your wife and child in charms, dear brother.”

Aegon shakes his head, kissing her one more time before he turns to his brother. “We will see how you will take it when such news comes to you.”

Feeling at her utmost bravery, Jaehaera hums. “My aversion to the scent of Daenaera’s beloved fish dish had been a most important indicator. Perhaps we should check if you are due alongside me, dear brother?”

“Those damn fish,” Viserys’s ears turn a shade of pink. “I take it back. My nephew or niece will have to do the work for you both.”

Daenaera kisses Viserys’s flushed cheek; soon enough his face brightens. Aegon brings a hand to Jaehaera’s stomach too. Jaehaera hopes the son or daughter within her hears the joy they already brought forward.

[arsenic-catnep]

OKAY OKAY IM GLAD I HAD I ACCIDENTALLY SCREENSHOTED IT LMAO let me copy paste it rq

viserys iii with a mommy kink😫i want him to think that he has all the power but the moment he gets a little bit of affection he MELTS i wanna hear him moan LOUDLY as i overstimulate and praise him:( then i want to take care of him (saviour complex👍)

THERES BARELY ANYTHING FOR THAT MAN (ikinda understand BUT HES SO HOT AND LOOKSLIKE A TOTAL SUB???) so I am begging you to writesome headcanons for him he’s so babygirl

I've closed my case

Behave

Viserys III Targaryen x Fem!Reader

TW: Mommy kink, sub!male, dry humping

"Mm. Mommy please." Viserys whimpered, his head was buried in the crook of his beloved's neck. He striped of his clothes, and made to straddle her thigh. His cock was painfully hard, and leaking.

"No, you haven't been very good now have you?" she flipped the page in her book, ignoring her boy's feeble attempts to rut his hips against her. He gave her a sigh and wrapped his arms tighter around her.

"Mommy." he drug out the last syllable. Viserys' rolled his hips some more, giving a small moan as his cock rubbed against her thigh. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his ass, his Mommy just spanked him. He gave a pout, and continued to rock his hips.

Before he knew it, he was being pulled off of her and pushed to the floor. A pillow was thrown down in front of him.

"You want to get off so bad? Fuck the pillow." She commanded. Viserys gave her a defiant look, she leaned down and slapped him across the face.

"You need to learn some manners, boy. Mommy's not very happy with how you've acted recently." she scolded him and sat back down on the couch. She then gestured to the pillow, telling him to start.

Viserys flushed with embarrassment, but did as his mommy asked. Throwing his leg over the pillow and rocking his hips. He hid his face in the crook of his arm and whined.

"What's wrong pretty boy? Shy all of a sudden? You certainly weren't shy when you raised your voice at me."

He gave another pitiful whimper and picked up his pace, his cock twitched against the pillow. The friction wasn't enough, and he would have to work hard for his orgasm.

[writeshite]

What happens when Viserys'husband and Daenerys actually do try to escape?

“Well, I’m glad to see you’ve packed, can’t go on a journey empty handed can we?”

You turn to Viserys, brows knitted as he speaks with giddy delight, the morning sun had yet to fully rise, which begged the question, as to why the man was awake. “Journey?” You ask carefully, even in the unlikely event that Viserys let go of his delusions of the iron throne, you weren’t ready to throw your cards all out yet.

“Yes,” he responds, “I, my dear husband, have secured myself clear access to that which is rightfully mine, all thanks to my sister.”

“What? What do you mean by that?” 

“What else is she good for?” he sneers, familiar cruel smile on his face. It takes a moment to guess what he’s babbling about, before you all but rush to grab his collar. “Come now, you didn’t think you could just plan to leave me? At the very least, this change in plans gets me an army.”

You shake him, “WHO DID YOU PROMISE HER TO VISERYS?!?” He laughs at the anger you display, “TELL ME!”

“You wanted her to leave me; well, she’ll be leaving for marriage. I’m sure she’ll make a fine Khaleesi.”

[sincerelyourswhistledown]

It’s crazy how I’ve never seen or read an Interview with the Vampire! Lucemond AU. I mean, Aemond and Lucerys could definitely be either Lestat or Louis because they’re both equally insane.

[alannybunnue]

Dany in Aerys’ Queen!Reader AU is the worlds biggest Mama’s girl ❤️

Yes 💖

In this AU, Or Aerys and Rhaegar didn't caused the Rebellion thanks to my girl and Daenerys was raised in Westeros

Or the Queen went with her and Viserys to Essos and prepared them to take over the 7 kingdoms again.

So Dany well taken cared of by her mama 😌

Also Viserys doesn't get to be a meanie 😈

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Slave

Pairing: Dark Viserys Targaryen III x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Your job is to obey orders, even if they are wicked ones. 

WARNINGS: Noncon (blowjob); Power Abuse.

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“Go on, I don’t have all day.” Viserys urges you, his hand pushing your head forward.

You hesitate for a moment, fighting the nausea that rises in your throat at the sight of his cock, nestled between a small set of blonde hairs.

“Don’t you know what an honor this is for you? To touch the Dragon? It’s a privilege few people have.” Viserys impatiently says, his hand repeating this motion and this time he forces your head forward until your lips touch the tip, a blissful sigh coming from him.

The salty taste has you grimacing, but the man only pushes his hips forward, forcing you to open your mouth as he slides all of his length.

Your eyes widen as the intrusion makes it impossible for you to breathe and you slap his thighs, shiny eyes begging for some mercy. 

The Targaryen man doesn’t pull out, instead starting to slowly move in and out of your mouth, ignoring your gags. Your spit gathers in your lips, cascading down your chin and neck, making a mess.

“Such a soft mouth.” He compliments, voice thick with lust. The small candles around the room cast shadows to his face, eyes lightening up with a spark of desire and insanity.

Perhaps the stories speak the truth and all Targaryen’s are mad.

“Just like that, suck all of it. Like the good slave you are.” his remarks are mean and soon tears are copiously falling down as he keeps fucking your mouth at a steady pace, small whines lifting into the hair.

The tension in your jaw worsens, the same with your knees hurting from the unpleasant position and you speed up, the sudden motivation having you bobbing your head back and forth, earning a jolt from Viserys.

“Oh, gods. Fuck, you’re better than what I though.”

You keep up the frantic motion, ignoring the way you feel so lightweight from the lack of breathing.

Sticking your nails into his thighs, you scratch until the blood comes out and you’re rewarded when Viserys hisses. 

It doesn’t take long before his body goes limp and you receive a few broken moans and a splash of his seed.

Immediately pulling yourself back, you throw a fit of coughing.

“Aren’t you a little minx? Didn’t know you’d be such a cock-sucking whore.”

You look up, Viserys taking deep breaths as he smiles at you, pleased. You yearn to slap him, to spit on his face. But you hold yourself.

He’s a man.

Men always get away with everything.

While you’re just a slave.

“Don’t worry, when I’m King I can get you a spot as my royal concubine.”

[aphroditelovesu]

❝𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘼 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙁 𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏❞

Headcanons

🔥 Yandere House Lannister Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere House Stark Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere House Targaryen/Viserys I, Aemma, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Joffrey, Aegon III, Viserys II, Rhaena and Baela Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere House Velaryon/Corlys, Rhaenys, Laena, Laenor and Vaemond Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere House Hightower/Otto, Alicent, Aegon II, Helaena, Aemond and Daeron Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Daemon Targaryen Headcanons (General)

🔥 Yandere Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (General)

🔥 Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Criston Cole and Harwin Strong Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Aegon II/Aemond Targaryen Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🔥 Yan!Aegon II, Yan!Helaena and Yan!Aemond w/Married!Baby!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Criston Cole w/Targaryen!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Alicent Hightower Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen w/Rhaenyra's Twin!Sister Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Rhaenyra Targaryen/Alicent Hightower Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🔥 Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen/Yan!Dad Laenor Velaryon Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yan!Husband Maegor the Cruel/Six Wives Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Alicent Hightower/Criston Cole Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Team Black Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yan!Husband Maegor the Cruel/Yan!Mother-In-Law Visenya Targaryen Headcanons

🔥 Yan!Husband Jaehaerys I Targaryen Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yan!Parents Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Viserys I Targaryen w/Second Wife!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yan!Husband Aegon the Conqueror Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Daenerys Targaryen Headcanons (General)

🔥 Yandere Daemon Targaryen w/Hightower!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Jacaerys Velaryon Headcanons (General)

Imagines

🔥 Valyrian Heritage | Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen, Yan!Dad Laenor Velaryon

🔥 A Son for a Son | Drabble, Angst

🔥 Winter Solstice | Yan!HOTD

Yandere Profile

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Reactions

🔥 Baby!Reader Autistic | Yan!House's Targaryen, Velaryon and Hightower

🔥 Baby!Reader is poisoned | Yan!House's Targaryen, Velaryon and Hightower

🔥 Baby!Reader lost an eye | Yan!House's Targaryen, Velaryon and Hightower

Love Letters

🔥 Yandere Aegon the Conqueror (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Maegor the Cruel w/Wife!Reader (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Tywin Lannister (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Tywin Lannister w/Wife!Reader (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Daenerys Targaryen (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Oberyn Martell and Yandere Jamie Lannister (Romantic)

🔥 Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Rhaenyra Targaryen (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Aemond Targaryen (Romantic)

🔥 Yan!Mom Rhaenyra w/Child!Who is involved with Yan!Alicent (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Alicent Hightower w/Child! of Rhaenyra (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Criston Cole w/Targaryen!Reader (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Helaena Targaryen w/Male!Reader (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Aemond Targaryen w/Low Birth!Reader (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Daemon Targaryen (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Cersei Lannister w/Male!Reader Lannister

🔥 Yandere Laenor Velaryon (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Maegor the Cruel (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Jaehaerys I Targaryen (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Rhaena Targaryen/Black Bride (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Maegor the Cruel w/Pregnant!Reader (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Alicent Hightower to bby!Reader

Emoji Prompt

🔥 Yandere Daemon/Rhaenyra (Poly!Romantic) | 💝

🔥 Yandere Rhaenyra Targaryen | 🖤 & 💔

🔥 Yandere Daenerys Targaryen | 27

Prompts

🔥 Yandere Visenya/Rhaenys Targaryen (Poly!Romantic) | 8, 20, 28

Alphabets

🔥 Daemon Targaryen Yandere Alphabet

Alternative Masterlists

🔥 Yandere House of the Dragon Masterlist

🔥 Yandere Game of Thrones Masterlist

[rynnthefangirl]

This is so funny because comparing Rhaenyra and Alicents sons is literally like:

Alicent:

Son 1 - rapist, possible pedophile, throws feasts to celebrate kinslaying, wanted to castrate a child, only sympathetic quality is having shitty parents.

Son 2 - genocidal maniac war criminal, massacred an entire house, uses his Godzilla dragon to burn the Riverlands to ashes, murdered nephew and started huge civil war, only sympathetic quality is being bullied as a kid (apparently that excuses war crimes).

Son 3 - i don’t know much about Daeron but didn’t his army sack a city and his men go around raping women and shit? And he’s the “good” son.

Rhaenyra:

Son 1 - maesters acknowledge he would have been a great king, politically astute, good-natured, earned the respect and loyalty of the fearsome and honorable Lord Cregan Stark, sacrificed his life for his brothers, worst thing he ever did was go along with Aegon bullying Aemond as a kid. Not a rapist or war criminal.

Son 2 - sweet boy, humble and concerned over ability to rule well, worst thing he ever did was accidentally taking his uncles eye in a fight while defending his brother at age like 8. Not a rapist or war criminal.

Son 3 - i know nothing about Joffrey, but did he really ever do anything wrong? Not a rapist or war criminal.

Son 4 - humble King, #1 policy is food + prosperity for common folk, visits dying peasants, worst trait is he is too sad (severely traumatized and depressed thanks to Alicent son #1) and didn’t miraculously save the dragons the prev gen decimated. Not a rapist or war criminal.

Son 5 - amazing three-time Hand of the King, stabilized the realm, loyal brother, wise King, worst trait is his son sucked ass (it happens). Not a rapist or war criminal.

Rhaenyra as a parent really shows how badly Viserys failed her as a parent.

Viserys was the only one left to raise her once Aemma died and so had the responsibility to teach her how to be a queen, how to rule, how to form alliances and friendships and lasting peace. And he failed so so badly.

Not only was he meant to teach her how to lead, he was her father meant to teach her responsibility, humility, respect. And he also failed miserably.

With Daemons influence and Viserys’ neglect, Rhaenyra became a woman whose line of thinking appears to be “I can do what I like because the consequences don’t apply to me and anyone who says otherwise can be silenced”.

And that is how she’s raised her sons. They can do no wrong in her eyes. They can literally attack another child and gouge his eye out and her defence is that the kid called her sons a name and should be further punished for it.

In the future, I think this mentality is going to show up in her sons in some way shape or form.

[visenyaism]

actually i can’t be a hater because “the maesters murdered every targaryen except rhaenys, visenya, and viserys iii” is THE funniest possible interpretation of anything. They have to be setting up the most elaborate ye old saw traps imaginable to make it work. The blondies are straight up getting hunted for sport at that point

[writingsofwesteros]

Imagine younger Lannister sister marrying Viserys III, he'd be so possessive and loving to his lioness. Keeping her away from her family and gifting her expensive jewels, despite how controlling he is, Cersei envies her sister. Her sister holding the title of princess and carrying a Targaryen's dragonseed. The last time she saw her was when her pretty husband gifted her sister a dragon egg for the babe in her belly.

Oh he's a sweetie really...and just melts when he's loved.

Cersei is so jealous and we love to see it oopsie

[raidark]

I'm trying to imagine what could be the wildest and most ridiculous change Condal and Heiss could make in HotD and I just had a revelation.

Why did they make Aegon and Viserys (children of Rhaenyra and Daemon) so young? Why are they nonexistent in the series despite their importance at the end? Especially in the case of Aegon the Younger, who was shaped into the person he was because of what he saw!

The answer is easy. Because they're going to kill Aegon in season 2 to subvert expectations! :O

Instead, Jace will survive to the very end of the dance (but not Vermax ofc dragons need to die. Also who cares about Vermax), see the deaths of all his family and successfully ascend to the throne without opposition like he wished, shattered by trauma AND changing his name to Aegon III Targaryen.

Someone will wink to the camera and say "history will remember the bastard prince Jacaerys died in the Gullet and instead Aegon the Younger sat the throne".

But at least he'll get married with Baela and have children with her! So happy ending, right? Right?

Viserys' return? Actually, the amazing revelation that Luke actually survived!

After falling from the sky he just lost his memory, living as a common fisherman until he was found out by some knight and presented to the King. Condal will say "that's mentioned in the book actually! we are so faithful to the book"

Luke recovers his memory and Jace "Aegon" and Luke now named "Viserys" hug each other! End!

Jsjsjsjs I'm laughing a lot thinking about it.

[drakaripykiros130ac]

Can you imagine the hypocrisy of the Greens when they whispered nasty rumors about Rhaenyra’s son, Viserys, for not having a dragon born to him? All of Alicent’s children had frozen eggs and had to claim dragons for themselves.

I think that Viserys II was always meant to claim a dragon, just like his father, Daemon.

I always imagined Aegon III was more like his mother, Rhaenyra. Regal, more diplomatic but witty. He also had beautiful and distinctive Valyrian traits. He was renowned for his silver-white hair and the darkest shade of purple eyes ever seen on a Targaryen. And just like his mother, a dragon was born to him.

Viserys II was a lot like his father, Daemon, both in looks and in personality. Handsome, smart, strategic, and proven to be quite humorous as well. The difference is that Viserys was a whole lot nicer and lacked the bad traits his father had.

And I am 100% convinced that if House Targaryen still had dragons after the war, Viserys would have claimed one, just like his father did. It’s really sad that neither he nor his brother ever had the chance to be dragonriders like their parents. It would have suited them both. And don’t even get me started on Stormcloud’s death which always breaks my heart 😢.

I can kind of see Viserys II riding either Vermithor or even succeeding in taming the Cannibal.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

What would sickly brother reader be known for in the histories when it reaches to Daenerys?

What had happened to him after the dance of the dragons?

Prince of Rizz? The Dragon with the Bomb Ass D? The Harem Maker? No but seriously I’m not sure what he would be known as or referred to in the history of both House Targaryen and Westeros alike, but I can certainly guarantee that he would definitely be very well known and talked about for plenty of years to come. I can’t help but imagine the left over Targaryens and Velaryon definitely hyping the shit out of Sickly!Brother!Reader to the point that he’s far more revered than a lot of other Targaryens before and after him.

Regarding what happens to him afterwards, I’m torn between a few ideas. Whether he ended up taking the throne in the very beginning and had a pretty peaceful ruling with the addition of fathering even more children then before. Or everything still ends up taking place as it did in canon and Sickly!Brother!Reader being left surviving most of his family and being thoroughly affected by it. I imagine that he would try his damndest to be there for Aegon III and Viserys II like he was there for everyone else before but eventually losing the fight with himself and dying due to a broken heart.

I’ve even considered that maybe he in fact does perish before the dance is over, either of his own accord or by being a mere casualty. Or maybe after Rhaenyra’s death and Aegon II takes over again the Reader decides he’s had enough hurt and guilt over everything that’s taken place over the dance of dragons that he kills himself, not wanting to go through anything more or rather not being able to. Then again I could see Sickly!Brother!Reader sticking around long enough for Aegon III to be made king and Viserys II his hand before the Reader finally chooses to do what he wants and go off to live the rest of his life peacefully somewhere else, somewhere just for him and him alone.

Honestly, I have a lot of ideas for Sickly!Brother!Reader’s end. I’ve even played around with the thought of the Reader becoming immortal and being around for the entirety of House Targaryens shenanigans, gods help him if that’s the case. The poor man will still probably be fathering kids that he has no inkling of over and over again.