#yandere visenya targaryen

[darkestspring]

Yandere Conquerors ( Visenya / Aegon / Rhaenys) and third wife reader.

"I don't need a third wife." Was the words Aegon once said, and never once had he thought that he'd regret speaking those words.

Not until he met you. You. You. Lovely you.

You were Torrhen Stark's eldest child, a lovely thing that had both beauty and brains, not to mention your inclination for spoiling your direwolf, loving cooing at it as you went off to hunt with the beastly thing.

Aegon had never felt himself want for something so much, not since the conquest began. He wanted you, so desperately. he wanted to tangle his fingers in your hair and hear you giggle as he devoured you whole.

He glanced towards his sisters who were both stuck staring at you, not a single trace of envy or jealousy on their face. Rhaenys' cheeks were flushed red, not from the cold Aegon assumes, and Visenya's eyes were filled with a look of utter fondness, which was rare. Visenya hated people more than she liked them.

You stood there, laughing as you threw balls of snow between you and your brother, Brandon.

A loud laugh left you, happiness making your eyes light up as the snow started to drip off of you as it turned into water. "No fair! I wasn't expecting it!" You pouted at your brother.

Brandon laughed, "That is why it was the best time to attack, my dear sister," He took notice of the three before you did and straightened up.

"Dear one." Torrhen called out to you, gesturing you closer and you raced closer.

"Father, welcome back!" You greeted him with a smile before gazing over at the trio of targaryen's and the smile on your face nearly falters but you'd been taught strictly by your mother.

"Welcome," You spoke softly, bowing your head softly. You'd been given the news and you didn't particularly care about going from a princess to a lady. It let you play in the snow with your brother, so you were fine.

"This is my daughter." Torrhen introduced you to them and you smiled up at them.

"It's an honor." Your murmured softly.

"Lady Stark, the honor is solely ours." Visenya took your hand into hers before the other two could even reach out and placed a kiss on the back of your gloved hand and your cheeks flushed bright red at the gesture.

Aegon had determined he was damned by the gods in that moment, he wished he could eat his own words. He needed to find some way to marry you. He was a king now, he could very well do that but Torrhen didn't look like he'd very easily let you go.

"You should visit us on Dragonstone!" Rhaenys spoke softly, leaning down to gaze at you with a smile. "We'd be happy to have you there!"

Torrhen had the odd feeling that he was watching three vultures flock around his daughter. No, that was absurd, it was well known throughout westeros that Aegon refused to take a third wife. Yes, he had no reason to worry.

[aphroditelovesu]

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

❝ 🐉 — lady l: Am I obsessed with Visenya Targaryen? Yes I am. Lol, this takes place before he becomes King, except for the ending, so I hope you like it! Forgive me for any mistakes because it's 3 am where I live ❤️.

❝tw: not compatible with canon, mention of death, forced marriage, death, manipulation and usurpation.

❝🐉pairing: yan!maegor the cruel x female!reader and platonic yandere!visenya targaryen.

Your marriage to Maegor was rushed and you didn't have the chance to refuse or say no. Not when the Dowager Queen was the one who chose you to become her son's wife. You were doomed from the beginning.

Everything happened very quickly, you only remember your parents receiving a letter from the Queen ordering you to come to Pentos immediately. Neither your parents nor you have thought much about it. One mistake and soon you were placed in a ship and shipped off to Pentos without knowing the reason.

It was only after your arrival at the Red Keep that you knew what would happen. Your reason for being there. You would become Maegor Targaryen's wife.

You didn't want to marry him, you knew his reputation well but you no longer had a choice. Not when he had taken an interest in you and the Dowager Queen too.

Everything was done quickly. You were bathed, dressed like a doll and during the night, under several looks of pity and fear, you married Maegor, becoming his first and only wife.

It wasn't that bad, you quickly decided. Maegor was a kind husband to you and tried to make you happy. He let you have your freedoms and do what you wanted, as long as you never left the house in Pentos. Visenya was nothing but sweet to you, your mother-in-law was very affectionate and spent a lot of time by her side. You were grateful for that.

He was a decent and even good husband. You had to deal with his jealous outbursts frequently and his often painful touches, but it wasn't that bad. It wasn't bad when you slept with him or when he killed a guard by ripping out his heart because he looked at you for too long. It wasn't that bad, you told yourself every day.

When everything seemed too much to handle, you turned to Visenya and she always comforted you. Everything was fine, she said. This is his way of loving you, that everything would be fine in the end. Visenya knew how to manipulate you with sweet and poisoned words.

There were times when you loved your husband, times when Maegor was your caring and loving husband. This happened when you were on your period or more sensitive and he was a completely different person. His touches weren't harsh, his kisses were soft and his body was soft. You loved these moments.

He had always been possessive and you knew that the best thing to do was not provoke him. You knew very well what your husband was capable of doing, you still had nightmares of when he forced you to watch the terrible murder of your guard after he accidentally touched you.

When this happened, you would curl up on the bed when he left the room and call for Visenya. The only one capable of understanding, you thought. She smiled as she sat next to you and stroked your hair, always repeating that everything would be okay. Your heart hurt, but you blindly trusted your mother-in-law.

With tenderness, Maegor presented you with splendid jewelry, but your greatest treasure was the time you spent together, away from the judgmental eyes of the everyone. He protected you, not just with his warrior skills, but with kind words and gestures of affection.

You came to love Maegor in your own way. And he loved you dearly in return. Although you were still afraid of him, you learned to like him. You would always fear him, but you could ignore that. Because you knew Visenya would never let him hurt you, especially when you found out about his pregnancy.

It was Visenya who discovered it. She always had an eye on you and when one of your maids came up to her and whispered in her ears that you hadn't bled in two months, she smiled huge and knew it was time. It was finally time for Maegor to ascend the Iron Throne.

Maegor was delighted when he found out about your pregnancy. Now everything was falling into place. You will always fondly remember his reaction. How he knelt in front of you and placed his head against your belly, smiling widely and you could swear there would be tears in his purple eyes.

Now everything could fall into place. Maegor would have a secure succession and together with Visenya Targaryen, he usurped the Iron Throne and became King of the Seven Kingdoms. You were present, watching as Visenya crowned her son with his father's crown and everyone watched in awe as the new King ascended.

You clutched your belly as if you were protecting your baby. Maegor stood up and walked over to you, taking a crown that he had ordered forged for you and placed it under your head, crowning you Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Visenya watched with pride and satisfaction. Everything was coming together.

[lunarmoonanons]

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Visenya hardened at the accusation. She was a warrior. A mother. Not some heartless thief and murderer. What she did was for her children. And she would not listen to accusations that she would steal without cause.

“That’s enough, Rhaenys.” She scolded, purple eyes narrowing.

“I. Am. Not. Rhaenys! My name is YN!” YN screamed. She tried to seem brave but she was no warrior.

Visenya said nothing at first. Then stalked toward the girl, pushing her against the wall. YN braced against the cold stone but she put on a brave glare and stared up at the woman.

“You will not speak to your mother in the tone.” Visenya said lowly.

“You are not my mother.” YN said bravely.

@gulnarsultan

[yandereunsolved]

Visenya is absolutely the nicest sweetest Yandere. She just be grabbing her darling’s arse (bonus if he’s a man) and be like “🥺🥺🥺 would you love me if I was a worm?” Like maam? The man stood by you after you threatened to feed a woman to Vhagar because you THOUGHT she looked at him.

Visenya is my woman. Oh, boy. I would be willing to bend the knee for yandere Visenya.

She's also absolutely terrifying.

I also would not be comfortable being within a thousand miles of Maegor. Like—I don't care if he is a newborn babe. Visenya, keep him away from me. The last thing any of us needs is Visenya dying and then us landing in the hands of Yandere Maegor.

Visenya would be snuggling with darling and then she'd be like "a guard touched you today. would you like me to have them gutted? poison always works well. I could have them walk naked to Vhagar and have her burn them to ash. Hmm?"

And then darling is like "t-they were helping upright me after I almost fell."

Mhm. That woman is fine.

[gulnarsultan]

Lady Targaryen and her daughter Princess Visenya Targaryen are having dinner with Queen Visenya. (Yandere mother-in-law Queen Visenya.)

[floatyflowers]

Can you write dark genderbend Visenya Targaryen (conqueror) ? 🥺

You and your mother, Lady Sharra Arryn refused to yield to the Targaryen rule.

Your mother even sent Aegon a portrait of herself and you, trying to seduce him into marrying her or you, and making your brother heir, or the child you will have with him as heir, despite being older then him.

Well... You thought this was a bad idea, because Viserys Targaryen, older brother of Aegon I, came on his dragon to the vale.

He forced you to sit beside him as he sat your younger brother on his lap, you answered his questions, fearing that he might feed the child to Vhagar.

Once Sharra saw the position you and her son are in, she quickly submitted and admitted Targaryens as Rulers of the kingdoms.

After all, she feared what might happen to her children if she objected.

"I have seen the portrait of your daughter that you sent to my brother, Lady Arryn, and I have decided to take your daughter as my bride"

Despite the power, dragons, and beauty the Targaryens has, you refused.

"Well then, young lady Arryn, I shall burn down the vale, feed your mother and brother to my dragon then wed you in the Velyrian way."

This was more then enough for you to agree on marrying the oldest Targaryen.

[missglaskin]

Yandere Aegon's Conquest (platonic) headcanons

AKA Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys as your yan!parents + Aenys and Maegor as your yan!Brothers

Characters: Aegon the conqueror, Visenya Targaryen, Rhaenys Targaryen, Maegor & Aenys Targaryen, Orys Baratheon

Note: Adopted and female!reader, toxic relationships, some interpreted romance/incest, Fire and Blood spoilers

You may have joined the Targaryen family through any of them. Brought to King's Landing as an offer, a hostage from Dorne. Whatever the reason was, you have now become the obsession of three dragon riders.

Naturally, there was some opposition at first. It's enough to keep a whole kingdom together; with lords either bending the knee willingly or by force, having the faith tolerate their marriages, and now they bring a child into the fold who didn't seem to bear much resemblance.

Yet despite widespread opposition, there was utter silence when it became evident what would happen if someone were to comment on your legitimacy. It's frightening to face Aegon's wrath, but he and his sisters combined; downright terrifying. 

They tended to differentiate when it came to ways of parenting. You would have likely been overindulged if it weren't for Visenya, who adopted a stricter role in place of Rhaenys and Aegon. On the other hand, it's Aegon who adopts the role of the meditator, keeping the peace whenever his wives come to disputes.

Orys is the only one Aegon truly trusts along with his sisters and despite Rhaenys and Visenya sharing Aegon's trust, they're not exactly thrilled about sharing you with anyone else. It’s noticed how quickly Orys steps into the role of an uncle, adding more fuel to the gossip (being Aegon’s brother). Like everyone else, he's just as protective and is more than willing to personally handle anyone who dares to cross you. But also similar to Aegon, beyond being protective, he's pretty laid-back. During your younger years, he'd times have you seated on his lap or playfully throw you up in the air.

As mentioned, Visenya is fiercely protective and sometimes may come off as a bit harsh, but her intentions are solely for your well-being. Her kingsguards are not only ordered to protect the king but are specifically trained to protect their little princess. She’s involved in your education, ensuring that you embrace your ‘Valyrian’ heritage. 

Each day she’ll have you rehearse your words, recount the history of your family house, and fulfill all your supposed duties. It’s Aegon and Rhaenys who urge Visenya to give you a break from time to time (not just because they want to spend time with you). Visenya also insists on training you despite her brother and sister’s wishes. Rhaenys thinks your gentle hands shouldn’t touch a blade with Aegon claiming you’re protected enough.

While they might disagree on many things, both Aegon and Rhaenys agree with Visenya's idea of giving you your own dragon egg. Given as a gift on your nameday. And even if the dragon hatches and you may never ride it, they are sure to let it recognize you as their owner; to let it be yours and yours only. Besides it’s further proof to the rest of the kingdom that you’re indeed one of them.

Like Visenya, Rhaenys is very much involved in your life and rarely lets you out of her sighs. She’s much smothering and the most affectionate out of her siblings, known to watch you with great fondness and expect to be praised for even the smallest accomplishments.

Rhaenys takes charge of your wardrobe, dressing you in the colors of House Targaryen and embellishing you with all sorts of jewelry. The many songs she has ensured to be dedicated, praising your elegance and beauty that they are believed to have passed down generations.

That’s not to say Aegon isn’t involved, he is but tends to be overshadowed by his sisters; finding himself stuck in the middle of their disagreements. Despite this, he makes his stance known and will use all types of excuses to steal you away. Aegon goes as far as making you his cupbearer, though while the council members are hesitant to take you away from the king's side. Only Orys dares to have you come and fill his cup.

They often find themselves in childish arguments on who you should ride with. Aegon occasionally claims victory, it helps Baelrion is the largest. In fact, whenever any of the siblings go for a flight, they are likely to bring you along. During their shared flights, they would showcase all sorts of tricks like getting close to the water or letting their dragons spit fire in the open air just to witness the excited look on your face.

Aegon spoils you (rotten) and is ready to fulfill almost all your whims and desires. While he’ll gladly gift you with jewelry and gowns like Rhaenys, Aegon is more inclined to make grand gestures like contracting statues and naming things in your honor. If you were to ask, he'd happily construct a bathhouse, a vast garden, you just need to ask.

Aegon is surprisingly someone you find it easy to turn to whenever you get in trouble, along with Uncle Orys. He's perfectly fine with you doing your own thing, playing away while he watches from a distance.

Despite their occasional arguments, at the end of the day, they are united through their care for you. You mean everything to them, and though each may express it differently, they all just want to see you happy and safe.

Adding Maegor and Aenys into the mix just makes everything more chaotic. While it's not much of a hidden secret that Rhaenys and Visenya favor you, they attempt to keep it subtle. Aegon isn't very adept at hiding it, and there have been discussions where he expresses the desire for you to be his heir instead. However, by the Westerosi tradition, Aenys is the expected heir.

Aenys and Maegor are particularly attached to you, even when their parents clearly seem to favor you. Being a bit older than Aenys, Rhaenys actively encouraged the bond between you two. She always insisted your small self to hold him and it became well-known among the castle servants that baby Aenys would cry until you came at his side. 

The death of Rhaenys threw everything into chaos. Visenya and Aegon, if possible, became even more protective, god forbid if Dorne were to make an attempt (or try to bring you back). You became the outlet for their grief, with Aegon demanding your presence more than ever. Aenys clung to you for comfort, a child who doesn’t seem to fully understand where his mother went. 

A year or two passed before Maegor was born, and he was already different from the start. Aenys, always smaller than the other kids, remained easily carried by your child self even as he grew. You'd lift him up on your back as he squealed with delight, but Visenya would scold you; your back could get hurt and Aenys is heir, he must be expected to behave like one.

Maegor, on the other hand, was bigger than most kids, with round and full cheeks that you couldn't resist poking and pulling. Similar to Aenys, he constantly demanded your attention, but unlike Aenys who cried, Maegor caused tantrums, pushing other kids you interacted with and throwing things until he got the attention he sought.

A rivalry started between the brothers, and more often than not, you found yourself in the middle of it, but it was mostly one-sided with Maegor often starting the conflicts. Moreover, Aegon directed most of his attention toward Aenys with kingdom duties and all, leaving you mostly with Maegor and Visenya.

Unlike Rhaenys, who didn't have the time to mold her son, Visenya did. She made sure that her son knows that it’s his duty to protect and care for you, deeming Aenys as weak in her eyes. Maegor learned to value you above all else. Sparring was no longer necessary, as according to Maegor he’ll be the one to protect you from now. In one incident, Maegor attacked a noble boy who had jokingly insulted you. Aegon and Visenya never punished him, with the excuse that Aegon didn't want to cause a scene.

Aenys, much like his mother, is naturally affectionate. Openly embracing you in front of the entire court or hold your hand as you walk together. Such displays of affectionate were a never-ending lecture from Visenya and Aegon and all it did was fuel Maegor’s jealousy. 

As all three of you came of age, there was a flood of suitors vying for your hand in marriage. Aegon would use any excuse to deter them, but deep down, he secretly wished to wed you to Aenys but he knows Visenya might insist on Maegor instead, further fueling the rivalry between the brothers. The reactions of your brothers toward your suitors only intensifies, with Maegor eagerly challenging anyone who seeks your hand and Aenys wearing a mask of happiness for you while secretly desiring to have you all to himself.

It becomes even messier if the brothers are wed to other women. Alyssa and Ceryse, in particular, feel the pressure to be on your good side, knowing that a gesture from you could sway their husbands in your favor. Despite being married to them, the wives can't shake the feeling of being the "other women". The awkwardness is heightened by Aenys, who insists on you being close to his children, going so far as to let you be one of the first to hold baby Rhaena. 

The family was struck with a moment of grief upon Aegon's death, leaving Visenya as the sole parent. With Aegon, and even Orys, no longer present, Visenya had the freedom to enforce her regulations and expectations without interruption. Maegor, being a wild card, proved difficult to control. Despite Aenys' perceived weakness, he stepped into Aegon's place, not directly opposing Visenya and Maegor but making it clear that you were a line not to be crossed. Your place is to be with him and his family, by his side in council. 

Aegon's death set off a chain reaction, fueling the underlying war within the family that had already been brewing.

[amaea-jewels]

THE CONQUERORS | LEVERAGE

—— summary: In a world where soulmates exist. Your fate has been sealed to the dragons who burned down your home.

—— genre: Dark!au, soulmate au, yandere

—— warnings: Obsessive and possessive behaviour, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, some very light angst, smut

—— pairing: Aegon Targaryen I x female!reader, Visenya Targaryen x female!reader, Rhaenys Targaryen x female!reader

—— word count: 5k

*no beta we die like bruce wayne's parents * first-time writing, english is not my first language

Never before had you experienced such overwhelming terror. You were a collected person by nature, content with allowing chaos to unfold for others, more so even when you had a hand in creating the chaos. Yet, tonight, it appeared that the karma of all of those nights of "fun" had finally caught up to you.

You found yourself being dragged by two strangers, being forcibly led toward the direction of one of the larger tents positioned at the farthest edge of the camp. You had known you were fucked from the moment your eyes had first locked with violet ones. You had felt the bond snap in place. Those violet eyes, the ones that had burned ypur home to ashes, now held you captive. Your life was now entwined with those haunting eyes that had taken your family from you.

You briefly entertained the idea of ending your life. The tent that they were leading you to was situated relatively close to a cliff. Though you were unsure whether the height would prove itself to be fatal, you felt more than ready to take the risk.

Choosing to end your life would be much more honourable than warming the bed of those who had caused your family's demise.

Newly formed soulbonds were meant to be consummated, and you were well aware that the longer time you spent with them, the more inevitable it would become. You knew that it was only a matter of time.

Ending your own life would save you from that fate.

The thought quickly leaves your mind, as you finally arrive at your destination. A sense of relief washes over you upon seeing that the tent is empty. However, that relief swiftly fades away as you are pulled toward the large bed situated in the room's centre. Your arms are tightly bound by sturdy metal chains, anchoring you to the master bed. You sigh, leaning your head against one of the pillows, attempting to find some rest.

The next several hours pass like a blur.

New guards take the place of the former standing right outside the tent. One usually remains on guard while the other leaves — you're not sure why. The idea of you actually being able to escape or cause any kind of damage is laughable at the very least. How would you be able to run whilst tied to a bed with metal chains?

You know it's late when one of them finally shows up — the darkness that fills the room is more than enough of an indication — it's the older one you realise after a few moments of watching her. Her hair was beautifully braided into intricate patterns. She was beautiful but there was an air of darkness that seemed to cling to her. She swiftly took off her ringmail, not even sparing you a glance, as she started undressing.

You did your best to avert your gaze, as she undressed herself fully. She turned toward you, recognising your presence for the first time since entering the tent.

She sauntered toward you. Her cold harsh unforgivable violet eyes digging into you. You're keenly aware of the fact that she's still not wearing anything, as you keep your gaze toward the side. Attempting to hide yourself from her.

She seizes hold of your jaw, redirecting your gaze toward her, eliminating any possibility of evading her. With a firm touch, she runs a finger across your face. The bond hummed at her actions.

"So you're the one."

Eyes still cold as she studies you carefully. Her hand which was previously caressing your cheek, start travelling down south. Stopping briefly at your throat, giving it a light squeeze before moving on, her hand stops when it reaches down to your waist.

She presses her naked body closer to you, keeping the eye contact as she dares you to do something. An amused smirk crept onto her face, at your obvious discomfort. The both of you stay there for a few minutes. Neither speaking, as she continues to study you with those violet eyes of hers.

Simultaneously, she seizes both of your hands, releasing her grip on your jaw and waist. She brings both your hands up to cup her breasts, as she brings herself closer to you. Both of your bodies pressed tightly up against one another. She slowly starts grinding herself against you. Disregarding you completely.

You start thrashing against her desperately attempting to move your hands away from her body. Suddenly, her grip on your hand loosens, and one of her hands swiftly flies up to encircle your throat, exerting firm pressure to keep you in place. You look up to study her facial expression, to see every ounce of amusement had disappeared, instead replaced by a serious demeanour. She leans in intimately, bringing her face close to your ear.

"You fight so viciously, just like your family. What a shame that couldn't save them from their fate," she speaks venomously, "but there's still some of them left, aren't there?"

She looks down at your horrified expression. A smile starting to bloom across her face.

"Your nephew, what was his name now? Was it Flammin? Fliden? No, it is Florian, is it not? Such a sweet young boy. Just passed his fifth naming day hasn't he?" she taunted a wicked smile still present on her lips, "it would be such a shame if his life was to be cut short now, wouldn't it?"

Tears welled up silently in your eyes as the weight of her words began to settle in. Florian, a young boy, was the sole family you had. His mother had succumbed to childbirth, and his father had fallen victim to those ruthless monsters. Florian had always been a frail and sickly boy. Without proper attention, he wouldn't survive even a fortnight. You had dedicated countless nights to his care since his birth, nurturing him in the absence of your older brother. Who always had matters of the court to attend to.

You felt guilt prickle away at your chest. You had completely forgotten about him. In your defense, you hadn't even been sure he survived. Most had suffered the cruel fate of being burned alive by dragon fire. But surely if Queen Visenya knew of his existence, that must've meant he was still alive?

You didn't answer. There was nothing to be said. She had won. And you could tell she knew that too from the smirk that was covering her face. Slowly her hand started slipping down your body again. Coming to a halt when she neared your breast. Keeping the eye contact, she started palming them. Realishing in seeing you melt. As the bond started to hum even stronger.

"Visenya" a female voice called from behind, halting Visenya’s movement, "playing your games again, aren't you?"

"I have no idea what you refer to," she snapped, keeping her back turned toward the woman, "I was simply familiarizing myself with our bonded."

The woman standing behind Visenya was beautiful. With silver hair that swayed openly down her back. It took you a moment, to recall her name; Rhaenys. The youngest of the three conquerors.

You continued to stare at her shamelessly. She was beautiful, both of them were. You absently noted, that her violet eyes were lighter than that of Visenya, there was also a sense of playfulness in them. You presumed that made sense, from the rumours you had heard, Rhaenys was supposed to be the more kindhearted and playful of the three.

Rhaenys' eyes flicked down briefly to meet yours. You were met with a comforting smile, as her eyes flickered up to meet her the older again.

Her lips parted, and unfamiliar words flew from her mouth, a language entirely unknown to your ears. Amidst the unfamiliar words, you faintly understood the mention of the name "Aegon."

Aegon. You're body subconsciously shivered at the mention of his name. It had been him who had discovered you. After the burning of your home, the survivors had been brought before their new king. They were to bow and hail him for his mercy. It was at that moment when your eyes had locked with his, you both knew.

Words had not been exchanged. He had simply walked through the crowd and grabbed a hold of your wrist where your mark was located. With one simple glance at the three-headed dragon symbol marked into your skin, there had been no point in denying it. King Aegon had motioned for his men to take you, as you stood frozen to your spot. He started barking orders for his men to follow, but you could barely make out any word he was saying. Head still reeling from the revelation.

You could feel the irritation radiating off of Visenya as she completely let go of you. The two continued to speak in a foreign language, as Visenya dressed herself once more. The two seemed to be on the verge of arguing before they both left, leaving you alone once again.

You lay sprawled across the bed, sleeping peacefully until the gentle touch of an unfamiliar hand caressing you, caused you to startle awake. Your eyes were still drowsy with sleep, and it took you a minute to fully recognise the person sitting in front of you.

"Aegon," you whispered in shock.

You had only just spoken the words when you jerked away harshly, your body moving on its own accord. You were unaware of when you had fallen asleep last night. You must've drifted off the sleep while lost in your own thoughts.

"Hello," he greeted warmly, edging closer up the bed toward you. You didn't answer. To dazed by sleep to fully comprehend what was going on.

"You must be cold," he tried again. You could feel he was attempting to start up a conversation and unlike Visenya, you had an irking feeling he would want you to respond.

"I'm fine," you responded meekly.

He hummed, seemingly not convinced. He inched himself nearer toward you, aligning his thigh with your reclined figure, the pressure causing the bond to hum. Encouraging you to move closer toward your bonded. You relented. Despite whatever desire that remained inside of you to give in to the bond, and allow for them to do whatever he wished to you. You could not forget the screams of your people as the dragon fire consumed them. How could you ever forget? When their screams would haunt you to the night you die.

“I apologize for Visenya’s behaviour. She can be very . . . . forward to say the least.”

You nodded, accepting his terrible apology and excuse, so you could move on to what was important.

You sat yourself straight up. “My nephew, is he well?”

“He is well,” Aegon confirmed. His finger returned to your face once more, as he started trailing your features. “I can assure you no harm shall come to your nephew, as long you as you remain with us.”

While his words were meant to be comforting. The underlying threat was not lost on you. The message was clear: attempt to run and your nephew would suffer the price for your foolishness. Instead of arguing with the man who held your nephew’s life in his hands, you opted to change the conversation.

“What time is it?”

His reply came instantly. “Late at night. By now most, if not all, have retired to their tents.” His finger continued trailing over your features, now reaching your lips. He applied firm pressure, eyes keen on your every expression, as he moved on to fiddling with your hair.

“Where are your wives then?” You had not meant for the words to escape as bitterly as they did. But at the very thought of Visenya and her complete disregard for your discomfort and family. You couldn’t help the root of anger that was settling over your heart at the mention of her.

“In their tents, resting for the night.” If he had heard the bitterness in your tone then he was certainly ignoring it. He kept a comforting smile on his lips. You furrowed your brows at his answer. Should the Queens not be on the side of the King? While it wasn’t fully uncommon for spouses to have separate rooms, you would’ve assumed bonded like them would remain together.

He seemed to be able to tell your confusion for a moment had not passed before he started explaining himself. “My sisters enjoy having their own separate beds. I fear they would argue far too much about the other stealing all their space. Though I suppose that may perhaps change with your arrival.”

Sisters. They were siblings. Right, you had completely forgotten. The Valyrian custom you had heard so much about. It had completely escaped your mind that all three conquerors were of the same blood and of the same father. Disgust crept its way through you at that revelation.

“Should you not be sleeping?” You quickly said after realising that you had spent far too much time pondering about the strange Valyrian custom. “I much rather spend my time with you,” he replied smoothly. Eyes flickering up to meet yours again.

“And how fun that must be, staring at me sleeping.” You bit back, before realising you had spoken back to the King. “It is indeed,” he replied back rather amused, “especially with my name rolling off your mouth whilst you slept.”

Heat begin to prickle at your skin at his words. Surely you did not?

“What were you dreaming of?” He asks.

You're aware that he’s only asking because he already knows the answer. And despite you not remembering the dream, you're also keenly aware of the sheet of sweat that covers you and the way your undergarments seem to cling to you. You internally curse yourself. You recognise it to be a symptom of not having the bond consummated immediately after your initial meeting. The heightened sense of arousal, the sexual dreams and the need to be in one another’s presence. Direct symptoms of the bond. You remember your mother’s stories of bonded ones meeting for the first time. They usually consummate the bond at the exact moment they meet, the frenzy of the bond simply too strong to resist.

“I don’t remember.” Only a partial lie, you truly did not remember, however, you had an irking suspicion toward what that dream contained, as did he.

He laughs a quiet yet dangerous sound that strokes a fire inside of you. “Perhaps then, I could help you remember. It was after all me you were dreaming of.”

The meaning of his words caused your body to grow fully warm. “You’re flattering yourself far too much,” you lamely attempt.

He moves closer toward you at those words. As you started slowly crawling back from him. A large smirk grew on his face. “I’m sure you like to think that, wouldn’t you.” He drew himself nearer, standing so close to you, you’re faces were merely an inch apart, “but I heard the way you called my name, so sweetly.”

“I did no such thing.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” His voice drops down to a sensual tone, “I myself have to admit that I have found myself dreaming of you plenty of times throughout the day,” he closed his eyes momentarily. “Every time I close my eyes, I see you writhing in pleasure beneath me.” He begins, keeping his eyes closed as if he was imagining it right now. “Or I see you laying on this bed, my sisters between your legs, worshipping you with their mouths, bringing you to ecstasy over and over before I finally take you.”

Your heart starts pounding fast. In fact, you’re not sure if your heart has ever gone this fast before. You feel warm. Too warm, despite the coldness of the night seeping into the room. You can feel your pulse in your throat and the dryness that has settled over your lips.

“So tell me once more, what was it that you were dreaming of?” He asks in a hushed voice.

“Nothing.” You reply quickly, averting your gaze toward the exit. The idea of running away from this entire situation seems suddenly very appealing.

“So you don’t wish for my help?”

This time you don’t reply too afraid of giving the answer that you truly wish to say. After a moment of pure silence. With you ignoring his longing eyes, he decides to change his approach.

“You must be feeling so desperate.”

You don’t respond too afraid to say anything anymore. He leans toward you. You can feel his breath in your ear. You can feel the ache between your legs growing stronger.

“We’re not meant to go this long without each other,” he whispers delicately against you, “you know that. It’s only been a couple of hours. Yet, your body is aching for me, just as I am for you.” He glides his tongue against your cheek. Fire spreads everywhere he touches you. “Poor Visenya could barely contain herself from want. I had to order her and Rhaenys to leave you alone or else I fear they both would’ve ravished you the moment you entered our camp. But I convinced them it would be best if I warmed you up to us first. That all of us at once, forcing your attention upon us. Whilst your mind was still reeling from loss would be far too much.”

Your breath comes out shaky as you struggle to contain your own wants. It would be so wrong to give in. They had murdered your family. They had even threatened the only one that remained. Briefly, you wondered how things could’ve been different if you had met under normal circumstances. Telling your mother how happy you were at finding your bonded, asking permission to court you properly once the frenzy of the bond had passed. How different it all could’ve been. Instead, it was them who had robbed you of all of that. Your mother was dead, and so was your father. There was no need for a courting period for there was no one alive for them to ask permission for your hand from.

“Give yourself to me.” Aegon’s voice is rough with wanting like this is just as hard for him as it is for you. “I know you feel it. I feel it, too. You yearn for me, you crave my touch. Let me make you feel good, let me ease that ache you feel. Give yourself to us, and in return, we shall give you whatever your heart desires.”

“My heart desires for my family to be alive, tell me can you make that happen.” You snap back tears brimming into your eyes at the mention of your deceased family. A full night had yet not even passed and here you were dishonouring them all by giving yourself to the man who had killed them.

Something shifted in Aegon’s eyes at those words. Violet eyes growing stern much like Visenya’s had. His hand grabbed at your jaw bringing your eyes up to meet his. The familiarity of the situation was not lost upon you. As you stared up into his beautiful violet eyes.

“What happened to your family was their own fault had they simply bent the knee as I had asked of them. There would be no need for the pointless slaughter of your people,” his grip at your jaw tightened, “but I have been merciful have I not? I could’ve burned the survivors in dragon fire as well, but I did not. I could’ve killed your pathetic nephew who continuously begs my guards to be brought into your presence. But I do not. You know why?” He rubs the tears falling from you eyes away, “for I am a merciful King, but that does not mean, I shall remain one.”

“What is merciful of you burning my family alive? It was our King who made the decision to not bend his knee, not us!” You shouted back, jerking yourself free from his hold. "You say it’s mercy letting us live. Very well, then go ahead kill me. Give me the solace of being united with my family once more.”

He laughs, coldly at your little display of anger. “Very well, but remember that you asked for this.”

He backs away from the bed, grabbing his sword on his way out. “Wait! What’re you doing.” You desperately yell after him, “I told you to kill me, to punish me! Wait!”

You struggle against the metal chains keeping you tied to the bed. Your screams for Aegon to stop echoing through the night. Soon those screams are replaced by those of others. Dread fills your being as you realise what was happening.

Tears stream down your face your throat becomes sore from your sobbing. Eventually, you fell asleep, tears still streaming down your face.

Upon awakening, a throbbing headache greeted you—a consequence of having cried yourself to sleep. The light streaming into the tent suggested that it was now daytime. You glanced down at the blanket enveloping your shivering form. Vaguely, you remembered someone entering the tent late at night after you had drifted off. Whether it was Aegon or another you weren't sure. Exhaustion had overwhelmed you to the point where the mere thought of opening your eyes and checking was too much.

After throwing the blanket on you, the person joined you in bed. But remained at a comfortable distance so as not to disturb you. As you stirred around, you became aware that the person had left.

You sighed, running a hand through your face. The metal chains still digging painfully into your wrists.

The events of the previous night played back in your mind on repeat. A sense of dread fills you. What would the consequences be if you continued to reject their advances? How far would they go to keep you in line? How many would die as a consequence of their anger? Would they kill you if you continued to deny them?

You remained sprawled on the bed for several hours, unable to free yourself from the metal chains that bound you. Eventually, tiredness overcame you, and you slipped back into slumber. When you stirred again, it was to the sensation of someone shaking you awake.

"You must be starving," the voice observed. You recognised the voice; Rhaenys.

Before you, she stood, as breathtakingly beautiful as you remembered her to be. It took a moment for her words to fully register, and then you nodded in agreement. The audible growl of your stomach served as a reminder of the prolonged time you had gone with the absence of food—it had been two full days. Rhaenys smiled, offering you a plate of food. Without a word, you accepted the plate and began to eat. Rhaenys remained silent, unabashedly observing you as you ate.

After finishing your meal, you silently set the plate on the side table. The room fell into a hush as the two of you sat in silence, you with your gaze fixed on the floor, and Rhaenys studying you intently. Suddenly, she rose and positioned herself directly behind you on the bed, your back pressed against her chest. A surge of fear gripped you—what was she planning? Would she force herself on you as Visenya had done, or would she threaten you much like Aegon had done?

Surprisingly, she did neither. Instead, she pulled a brush and began running it through your hair. You started relaxing under her gentle ministrations. Eventually, she transitioned into braiding your hair skillfully. Two large braids took shape, and she proceeded to pin them up into an elegant updo, her actions gentle and kind.

"You shouldn't have said those things to Aegon, you upset him."

Her words sent a sudden jolt through your body, erasing any trace of comfort that had briefly settled into you. Instantly, tension gripped your frame.

"Your continued denial of the bond shall only bring pain to us. Embrace it. Acknowledge your destined path. You belong to us now," the calmness Rhaenys exhibited while speaking, caused shivers to run down your spine, "should you attempt to escape with your little nephew, our forces will inevitably hunt you down and bring you back. Half of Westeros has fallen to our whim, the rest shall soon follow. Tell me, who shall risk their lives and those of their kin to shield you from us? Last night, you incurred only a speck of Aegon's wrath, forcing him to unveil but a fraction of our might. Imagine the repercussions should you provoke us once more."

With that final word, she left. Leaving you once more in a state of fear.

Days pass before someone attempts to visit you again. Each day, a new guard came to attend to you, delivering food and bringing you to a nearby lake to clean yourself.

As days pass you begin to fight your own instinct. Begging for you to be near your homicidal bonded. Each night you were haunted by dreams of them, each dream leaving you more frustrated than the last. The fact that you know that they have been visiting every night while you pretend to sleep doesn't help.

It is on the fifth day of this behaviour continuing that you finally snapped.

A gentle hand traced along your back as your consciousness began to return. Most of your nights since entering the camp had been spent sleeping, daydreaming or reading. The familiarity of the rough hand hinted at Aegon's presence, a revelation that didn't surprise you. Although all three had taken turns visiting you every night. Aegon was the one that usually ended up curled next to you sleeping at night.

Upon feeling you stir, he retracted his hand from your back. Instantly your own shot up to stop.

“Wait,” you all but begged, “don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what?”

His voice was rough, just like you remembered it to be. He hadn’t spoken to you directly, not since that night. You had heard him bark orders at his men and seen him conversing with Orys Baratheon. But he had refused to speak to you ever since you had snapped at him.

“Touch me, please.”

The pure desperation in your voice wasn’t lost on you. And though you felt heat creeping up your skin at your confession, you couldn’t deny how badly you needed him. After all, Rhaenys had been right. You were only causing yourself misery by refusing yourself what you wanted. At your request, his hand rubbed down the side of your waist. Your breath becomes shaky as you turn to lie on your back to face him. Aegon was staring at you intensely.

You didn't know what to say to him. How to voice out the desire building in your chest. So you settle for calling out his name. Your voice is dripping with desire and desperation. Gazing into those violet eyes, you catch a glimpse of the fire so characteristic of the Targaryens just before his lips meet yours.

There’s nothing gentle about the kiss shared between you two. It’s the kiss of two people who have been deprived of their true desires for far too long, your teeth bumping against each other, tongues twisting and tangling. His hand grabs a hold of your hair and keeps you in place. The bond hums loudly in approval of your actions.

Aegons draws himself back slightly to look at your expression, his free hand moving to palm your breast over your nightgown. You moan at the feeling. His other hand lets go of your hair to slither down your body and press against your core.

“You’re drenched,” he mutters breathlessly, slowing down his movements as he starts to tease you, “I could make you cum from this alone.”

“Please” you beg, your hips bucking up to meet him.

“I should make you beg me for it after everything you put us through.” His eyes are dark as he speaks, his thumb pressing hard against your clit, making you moan. “Luckily, I am a generous King. I can feel how much you need to come on my fingers.”

You nod wildly, as he inserts a finger into you, pleasure pulsating through you.

“You’ve been craving this, waiting for this very moment,” Aegon murmurs against your ear with a wicked smile. “You’ve tried to deny yourself, but you need me, you need my touch.”

You whimper pathetically, your hips rocking wildly aganist him. “Say it,” he demands, pushing another finger into your dripping core.

“I need you to make me come, Aegon. Please, my King, I need you so badly.” You purposefully empathize with his title, knowing what button to press to make him give in.

His violet eyes darken even further as he pulls you towards the edge of the bed, getting down on his knees in front of you. He makes swift work of removing your clothes. Before his lips descend down on you. You moan loudly your hand moving to entangle yourself into his hair.

Aegon mumbles something against your clit that you can’t hear, before teasing you with the tip of his tongue and then pressing it flat against you and rubbing it in slow circles. Meanwhile, his fingers moved to find that soft, aching spot inside of you and he purposefully pressed against it in slow, firm thrusts that made you tremble.

“Aegon, please” you moan, partly as encouragement for him to continue and partly because you want him so badly. You’re so close. Your entire body is tense and trembling; all you can think about is how badly you need to come, how much you are aching for your release. You’re so close.

“Aegon, please,” you plea again, truly desperate now. “Please my king. Please.”

You’re not sure if it’s what you said, the desperation in your voice, or if it’s just pure coincidence, but in that moment. Aegon shifts his rhythm, bringing you closer toward your peak and over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you hard. You have never felt anything like this before. You feel satisfied but also feel the ache growing stronger than ever before. He looks up at you a smile displayed on his beautiful, handsome face. He crawls up to you, pressing a deep kiss into your lips. He continues kissing you as he slides a hand down to your core again. Firm fingers pressing against you. “There you go, feels good doesn’t it?” He murmurs into your temple pressing a kiss against it, “I wanna see your expression this time. You can come for me again. Can’t you my sweet girl?”

He speaks as if it’s a question but from the way he’s pressing his finger into you. You know, you have no choice in the matter.

“Oh, dear, Lords,” you gasp loudly.

You’re doing so well for me,” he kisses you again. He lowers his voice to a sensual whisper, leaning in closer to your ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re trembling and coming all over me like the sweet girl you are.” It’s the combination of his words, his voice and his perfect hands that bring you over the edge.

“Yes, that’s it,” Aegon mutters encouraging, as he watches you. “You are so beautiful when you come undone like that.” He kisses you slowly. It’s only then you realise that he's still fully clothed while you lay naked underneath him.

You don't have time to complain. All of a sudden, he grabs hold of your body, manhandling you around so you now lay on your stomach. He pushes your head into the bed harder as he scoops a hand underneath your hips, lifting your bare ass into the air, exposing your drenched pussy to the cold air.

He lands a hard smack on your ass.

"If you hadn't been so stubborn, this could have happened much earlier" Aegon spoke in a hushed voice, hands trailing down your waist. You said nothing. Entirely too breathless to defend yourself. Aegon placed himself at your entrance and allowed you no time to adjust to the massive length of his before he slammed into you. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you. You gasped as he picked up his pace, fucking you with wild and reckless abandon.

"Come on, my sweet," he taunted, "tell me how much you hate me now."

Aegon slammed into you so deep it really felt like he might kill you after all. You felt yourself pulse around his cock, your pussy trying to somehow pull him in deeper.

"So. Fucking. Tight," he said through gritted teeth. His hands gripping your hips with such force you knew they would bruise. Part of you beamed internally at the idea of being marked up by your bonded. Heat exploded inside of you. Your eyes were momentarily blinded as you felt yourself reach your climax.

"Please, fill me, Aegon," you begged, head still shoved into the bed. Aegon groaned at your words, holding your hips tightly as he pulled you back up against him to fuck him. He picked up his speed, thrusts becoming messy and sloppy as he chased his own peak.

He thrusted in roughly a few more times before he finally stilled, pushing inside of you as far as he could. He stayed inside of you for a few moments more before slowly pulling out, watching his cum spill out of your abused cunt. The loss of him being inside of you, causes you to whimper, feeling empty.

"That was truly a spectacular show," Visenya's voice sounded. Turning to your right, you beheld the sight of both the sisters standing there, a hint of amusement evident in their expressions. "I certainly hope you're not too tired for another round," Rhaenys quipped. The two women sauntered closer toward the bed where the two of you were situated. Crawling over the duvet toward you.

"Not that it truly matters if you are," Visenya smirked. Planting her mouth at your shoulder blade, she started sucking. Rhaenys copying her movement on your other one. You hummed in delight, completely unaware of the massacre that was befalling your people outside the tent, as your bonded made sure to keep your undivided attention on them.

They couldn't afford the possibility of your focus being split between them and the well-being of your people, especially when you were destined to belong to them. And with the bond now finally complete, you would never be able to leave. The strategy of isolating you without their presence played out flawlessly, leveraging the bond into compelling you to yield.

[thatscruelsummer]

visenya and maegor

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hello. Can you write yandere/dark Maegor Targaryen and feamle reader ?

The king's blood and shadow

King Maegor Targaryen x servant!reader

warning : yandere, obsession, mentioned smut, tiny tiny comfort, dark blood magic, targaryen incest, death/murder

Summary : The third Targaryen king with his wives, Dragonstone and King's Landing filled with queens but not a single one pregnant with a son only monsters killed by poison. Until the king gets a new servant, a servant who is like him, embracing the darkness and personally chosen by his mother…a servant created to give him what he desires most.

info : Thank you very much dear anon i was very happy about the request ahh yandere Maegor is just so good and sexy so have fun and see you next time.

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Anger, despair and hatred surrounded the king, the second son of his father, and the image of a strong warrior on whose head lay the ruby crown, ruby taken with the blood and fire he had brought to his enemies and his own family to gain the throne.

The throne that belonged to him he was the stronger one his half-brother a weakling just like his aunt but he finally had the throne, Balerion and Darksister at his side but only one thing he did not have an heir.

A king had to take a queen, like his father perhaps two, but with lust and hatred and a hint of despair that he would end up without an heir, he took one after the other, even taking his own dragon blood Rhaena as his wife, but none, none of these ungrateful women could give him what he wanted.

The handsome king turned to his mother in the nights the no boy in him came out with hate and screams wondering why he had no heir, ,,Don't you see all these women are whores, even Rhaena she has already given her abdomen to someone else but he is dead you killed him, you my dragon must take the direct blood and bind it to you" her words echoed in her chamber as the wit queen turned to her table, she had spread power and terror in her bloom but now with a glance at the dark shadows and blood filled vials she could give her son the "sister" he had always wanted.

,,When this blood comes she will be mine mother i promise you and she will give the kingdom an heir" he replied with certainty in his voice knowing he appreciated his mother's work but never believing he would soon feel the true power of old valyria and magic.

He knew the legends and legends had heard the old tales in Valyrian from his father, mother and aunt even his hlabbrother of the magic his own dragon emerged from such wonders but what would come to him was something that happened in him like a coin toss, a god who would look at his creation and take care of it.

When only a few moons later the king was in his chamber writing letters with instructions for the marches to extinguish further ends of resistance, there was only one way to join or join the fire as his father had done, ,,It's open mother" he said as there was a soft knock and he heard the almost inaudible footsteps of his mother.

The dowager queen, however, had someone else with her someone he had never seen before but a young woman who burned like a flame in his heart, the same violet eyes as his and Visenya's, the same soft body as his mother a quiet smile light almost white hair and a sweet voice that gave a ,,Good evening my king" and she curtseyed, pushing her dress up slightly and he caught a glimpse of the pure skin on her legs.

She was like a light, purer than fire, purer than anything he had ever seen and the blood in his body boiled like flames before a war when he felt his hands clutching her stall, wanting to take her at once.

,,She is your half-sister from now on your servant…the gods have been kind to me once more" was the only thing his mother said to him, but the mischievous smile on her lips and the almost flashing of her violet eyes gave him a shiver as he felt the shadows surrounding his mother.

She was a witch, a former queen, and had helped her son once more when she presented him with his desired flesh and blood.

The night on Dragonstone was suffused with the flames and roars of Balerion as the light of the flames in the king's room did not seem to go out as he fell upon his new property, taking and taking her, her body responding to him as none of his wives had done before, her voice sweet and gentle as she praised him in Valyrian, telling of distant kingdoms and giving herself to him.

Even if she was his sister born of shadow, to him she was his blood, but to the court she was only a servant, a property of the king and a property to be claimed only by him, and in the next few days men and maids burned and torn from the walls of the castle, hanging themselves to death when they met the bright white shadow, wanting to commit crimes against the thief or escape this horror.

While his light brought him almost indifference during the day, it was the next in which she began to live, ,,For fear of your revenge, they would rather throw themselves into the deep than take you," she said and only for a fraction of a moment did he think he heard his mother speak from her before she sought his lips and entangled him in a kiss and his rough hands cut the dress from her body with a dagger.

Shreds fell to the floor and light cuts were visible on her skin blood was licked up by him he feasted on her sweet taste as he took her again and again.

But the hanging lowborns were only the beginning as he began to dress his "servant" in dark and reddish clothes, watching her wear his dragon symbol, her body belonging to him, ,,A shadow filled with the light of the Dragon King," she said as a hand placed itself on her belly and Maegor swore to feel life in her womb, she would give him an heir after all.

She was at his side only from then on, sitting next to or on his throne, her crown resembling his and he watched with her the executions of those who spoke out against his only queen, the madness and vengeance in the king growing worse and worse, Balerion winning every campaign and Maegor soon dying.

,,Let it be known that the king is expecting an heir, his only wife his light will give him a son born of blood and shadow" he demanded and soon the news reached the people and the surrounding highborn houses.

For every contradiction he had the one and his house killed, so much so that he pressed his light, her chains tightened and tightened around her neck just so that he could pull her close to him, embracing her, ,,You will never leave me" he told her the further her pregnancy progressed and the king locked her up so that only he had access and his mother could visit her "daughter".

He visited her talked to her hugged her and was so sweet to her he reeked of death and blood as she realized what he gave for her to expose liars ,,My heart and soul belong only to you my Maegor" she let him know when she put her hand on his cheek and he pulled her into a kiss his thoughts were on her and the son he had to have the same pure Valyrian look.

Look only through him because he had given her his seed, held her like a pretty bird in a cage knowing she was his and had no choice. Thoughts of his inheritance, his perfection he came close to surpassing even his father, he was the only one who would need his light and the kingdom.

A once dark figure of shadows, a servant of lust and soon to be her brother's only queen as on the full moon in the hour of the bat cries and moans almost driven by lust left her lips as Maegor held her hand in Valyrian assuring her that all she had to do was keep pushing.

Hours and hours of blood and pain had passed but only Maegor and Visenya were in the room to tend to the queen as more screams left her mouth and blood continued to pour from her as Visenya instructed her daughter to do something in past words and unknown syllables and Maegor watched as the younger one obeyed and the birth seemingly came to an abrupt end with a final scream and a baby was born on Dragonstone, a boy, heir to the throne.

,,Born of light and fire, this will be ours forever," the king said as he carefully took the child from his mother, who had wrapped it in cloth, and the king showed the creature to his queen, bright violet eyes looking at both of them and light hair with a single black strand hidden underneath that resembled a shadow as his mother gave birth to him and the creature of magic.

,,The future king," the young mother murmured, gently taking her son in her hand as Maegor went to her bed and Visenya left her children alone with a knowing smile while blood and shadows continued to surround her.

Knowing that she would do anything for her son, the kingdom and her late husband it was only a matter of time before Maegor wanted another heir and the kingdom would be plunged into suffering and death from his life and for the sake of his wife for whom he would do anything because she belonged to him and no one else.

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[bilebileada]

Dark! House Of The Dragon x Oc!reader

WARNINGS: English is not my first language, I'm sorry if the story has some errors in the writing. This is my first time writing something, so bear with me please

SYPINOSIS: During the reign of Aegon I, the Conqueror, a grand hall was erected with the sacred purpose of offering to the gods and receiving their blessings in return. One night, while Aegon and Rhaenys were paying a solemn visit, a star, larger and more radiant than any other, streaked across the sky, its mesmerizing light illuminating the darkness. Among the carefully arranged offerings under a large white silk cloth, a child was discovered—a divine gift to the Targaryen bloodline, with crystalline eyes that reflected the starlight.

When the child of the gods was found amidst the profusion of offerings, Aegon took him in his strong arms, his eyes locked on the small boy, whose gaze shimmered with an ethereal light. His eyes were a deep blue, like a lake under the moonlight, seemingly holding ancient secrets and promises of greatness. Rhaenys, with a bright smile, told Visenya of the star that had appeared, announcing that the boy would be named Maevon, the treasure of the skies.

As Maevon grew, his development was remarkable, surpassing others in vigor and health, bringing joy to the three conquerors. His eyes, even brighter than before, captivated everyone around him; his silver hair fell in soft waves down to his shoulders, framing a face that exuded an almost supernatural beauty. His personality was an intriguing blend: sometimes resembling Visenya’s untamed courage, other times the warm embrace of Rhaenys, but most often, Aegon’s resolute strength resonated in his actions. Among his brothers, Aenys and Maegor, an unbreakable bond was formed, full of laughter and play, far from the typical rivalries of House Targaryen.

Maevon soon became a symbol of good fortune and prosperity, bringing abundant and healthy crops, free from plagues or disease. The realm seemed to flourish under his presence, and the possessiveness of the king and queens toward the boy only grew, as if they feared the world might take him away. However, fate, with its mischievous and capricious nature, was about to cast a shadow over this celestial brightness.

With the death of Rhaenys, followed by Aegon and Aenys, Maevon felt his world collapse. Sorrow settled in his heart, though he could still smile and bless those around him with his ethereal grace. From then on, Maevon’s story became a patchwork of whispers and rumors circulating among the servants of the fortress.

On a cold and silent night, laughter echoed from Maegor’s chambers, where Maevon had become a frequent companion. The atmosphere was filled with joy, until suddenly the laughter ceased, giving way to a deep crash. After a few agonizing moments, Maegor called for the maester, claiming his brother, drunk, had fallen to the floor, unconscious and unsure if he still lived.

The maester, upon entering the chambers, was met with a scene of desolation. Maegor was pale, dark veins standing out against his skin, and his eyes, once vibrant, now seemed to fade, as if the very light of life was escaping him. The unease grew when the maester, examining Maevon’s lifeless body, quickly identified signs of poisoning. But Maegor, in a desperate gesture, threatened the man to keep the truth a secret—that he had just killed his brother.

To the people, it was only announced that Maevon had died in his sleep. This news shook the kingdom, which clamored for explanations, but all they received were closed gates and the grim indifference of the new king. Maegor the Cruel’s reign was marked by a curse. Endless nights of illness, ruined crops, storms that lashed the land, and the despair of the people became routine. Only when the Cruel mysteriously fell on his throne of a thousand swords did the storm begin to dissipate.

In everyone’s mind, Maevon was the last gift of the gods, a hope that shone brightly in a world filled with darkness. However, the tragedy that befell his life brought with it an unsettling belief: the gods had forsaken the kingdom, abandoning their children to ruin. Gradually, desolation spread like a shadow, threatening to consume everything that had once flourished. But it seemed they were mistaken, for fate, in its cunning, held surprises yet to be revealed...

During the reign of Viserys Targaryen, the ancient offering room, built to honor the gods, remained standing, bearing witness to the passage of time. Maevon's story still remained among the Targaryens and the people, occurring as a reminder of divine benevolence, even as generations passed, the memory of this heavenly gift still echoed throughout the lands of the kingdom, arousing interest and curiosity in other courts and kingdoms, spreading through reports and stories.

The first to visit the hall, before the misfortunes that struck the royal family, were Viserys, his first wife, Aemma, and the young Rhaenyra, when everything seemed calm and promising. Rhaenyra’s soft laughter echoed through the halls as her mother, ever delicate, made offerings to the gods, seeking the same luck that Maevon had brought centuries before. But the tides of time change, and tragedies come without warning.

Mote currently, in the hallways, Daemon walked through the castle, trying to calm down after a heated argument with his brother. Frustration and anger intended to gather in the air as he tried to break away from his dark thoughts. Deep down, he knew he needed to keep control of his desire to confront someone with his sword, but the urge to release all the anger built up or consumed inside. The targaryen stopped in front of the large offering room, a place he had seen countless times over the years. He had a deep dislike for the place, considering it a useless and purposeless space. His thoughts raced as he contemplated the idea of ​​demolishing the site, ignoring the history and traditions that sustained it. But at that moment, his attention was once again captured by the brightness of the big star that lit up the night sky, his gaze didn't linger long on her, soon picking up the wine from the offering that his brother, Viserys, still insisted on offering to the gods.

"Nonsense..." the word came out of Daemon as he drank the wine. while tasting the wine, he heard a small childish noise nearby, stopping drinking and looking around with his eyes stopping on a large basket covered in a white silk cloth with details on it, he doesn't remember seeing it there before. The targaryen approached cautiously, reaching out to lift the silk cloth covering him. A curiosity in his mind compelled him to discover what could be hidden beneath the fabric. With a slow, cautious movement, he slowly removed the cloth from the basket, prepared to discover what awaited him inside.

Daemon’s eyes widened in surprise as he gazed upon the small infant before him. The child’s bright, crystalline eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the world as the cloth was removed. The tale of Maevon surfaced in Daemon’s mind, a legend he had always viewed with skepticism. Yet now, as he beheld the infant, a strange mixture of awe and bewilderment washed over him. He scrutinized the tiny figure in his arms, but only one thought dominated his mind: protect. The word echoed relentlessly in his head, repeating itself over and over again.

When you looked up at him with those wide, shining eyes and let out a soft, innocent giggle, Daemon’s lips curved into an uncharacteristic smile. Without hesitation, he scooped you into his arms, holding you close. The gods had sent another treasure, a divine gift to this world—and Daemon, in his certainty, believed they had chosen him to guard it.

On the same night that the family was gathered for a visit, Daemon presented you to his wife, Laena. He fervently recounted the extraordinary event, describing how he had found you under the light of the brightest star in the sky, a vision that seemed otherworldly. “She will be named [name],” he declared. Laena smiled upon hearing the choice, cradling you in her arms and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Our little one,” she murmured, admiring the delicate face of the child who slept peacefully, oblivious to the weight of the destiny that awaited her.

After sharing the joy he had longed to express, Daemon called for a meeting in the great hall. With the eloquence characteristic of him, he recounted to everyone what he had witnessed and found. Most of those present regarded his words as yet another of his extravagances, a story destined to provoke laughter. But when Laena emerged from behind him, holding you in her arms, your eyes, bright as two stars, were irrefutable proof of his claim.

Rhaenys and Corlys were the first to approach Laena, drawn by curiosity and the desire to meet the newest addition to the family. The atmosphere, once marked by laughter and skepticism, was now filled with admiration and astonishment.

Viserys, still shocked, turned to his younger brother, a series of questions and doubts swirling in his mind. Beside him, Alicent observed the scene from a distance, you in Laena’s arms capturing her full attention. Her external expression remained neutral, but inside, a storm of emotions consumed her. How could the gods have chosen Daemon, of all people, to receive such a gift? Only she and Viserys had visited that hall which Daemon had so despised. It was an injustice that wounded her pride and ignited a fiery anger in her heart.

Laena, refusing to be affected by the tension in the air, called Rhaenyra, her closest friend, and introduced her to the new child. Though she was already pregnant, her belly round with anticipation for a son or daughter, fate, seemingly unwilling to wait, had sent you to her before her first baby was born, as if the gods wished to bless her with a second treasure while the first still remained to come.

That night was marked in the family and soon in the realm when the child of the gods was presented to the common folk, who were later blessed with abundant harvests, revitalized health, clean water, and ripe fruits and vegetables, free from worms or rot.

It was a time of joy for everyone in the kingdom. As time passed, you grew and became an impressive sight that enchanted all who crossed your path. Your skin, a rich brown hue, was like polished ebony under the sunlight, radiant and vibrant. You had hair that seemed to carry the softness of autumn breezes, each strand catching the light in its own unique way, as if they danced to the rhythm of your deepest thoughts. Their delicate, natural movement gave the impression they were made of something ethereal, like a veil that enveloped your figure with a mysterious grace.Your eyes were large and crystalline, reflecting the world around you with mesmerizing clarity. These eyes were not merely windows to your soul; they were deep as lakes under the moonlight, and those who lost themselves in your gaze could feel the weight of the history and hope that dwelled within you.

The Targaryens surrounded you with stunning jewels, adorning you with pearl necklaces that sparkled like stars on a clear night and gold earrings that swayed gently as you moved. Your dresses, made from the finest silks and luxurious velvets, were of vibrant colors that highlighted your singular beauty, often embroidered with dragons and other symbols of House Targaryen. You had become an icon of grace and splendor, your image frequently depicted in tapestries that adorned the castle halls, a true princess who brought with her the freshness of youth and the promise of a bright future.

You were a constant presence in songs and tales that echoed among the common folk. Your story, intertwined with the legend of the star that brought you into the world, inspired bards in taverns and squares.

You grew up with your two sisters, the twins Baela and Rhaena. A trio inseparable, without fights or rivalries. You spent nights taking turns braiding each other’s hair while sharing secrets and confiding your secret crushes.

Laena's death deeply affected you, and you sought comfort in your grandparents, especially since your father was preoccupied with Rhaenyra somewhere. Rhaenys was a kind grandmother, providing the comfort and strength you all needed to set aside your grief.

You were also close to Jacaerys and Lucerys, enjoying many lively moments with Joffrey as well. Whenever you had the time, you visited them at Dragonstone, riding on your dragon, Belial, whose deep blue scales shimmered in the light, complementing his striking purple eyes.

It took you a while to meet the small green trio, but not too long. During one of your cherished visits to your grandfather Viserys, he introduced you to your uncles.

There was sweet Helaena, the kindest of the greens. You recalled playing with her until night fell over the sky. Then there was the shy Aemond, who you knew as the target of Aegon’s jokes alongside Jace and Luke. You often reprimanded the two for their teasing. Aemond was polite to you, offering little more than a quiet "hello." Aegon, as always, was bold; he embraced you warmly and showered you with compliments, while Jace and Luke, had they been present, would have likely torn their hair out in frustration. And just like that, you became the newest object of affection for your uncles In addition to them, you were also the object of affection for numerous boys, from both noble families and common folk.

You loved your family, even though at times you felt suffocated by them, as they often prevented you from doing things you desired, always insisting it was too dangerous. Yet there were moments when they could be kind and understanding towards you.

[darkestspring]

When possible, I’d love to see a continuation of your yandere conquerors where third wife reader eventually falls pregnant…I’d bet that they’d be obsessively protective.

It was only a few months after you married the three targaryens on dragonstone, unaware of your father's rage back in winterfell over his beloved daughter marrying, your mother wasn't much better but aegon, rhaenys, and visenya tried to not let you stress out too much.

aegon knew before you did, he could tell even the small changes in you, that's why when the maester gave the news, he acted like he was surprised as to not raise suspicions in you. Rhaenys and Visenya had both beamed at you, hands pressed against your not yet swollen belly.

"You must eat, dearest." Visenya pushed the plate closer to you as you pushed it away from you, shaking your head as you pursed your lips.

"No! Aegon said he'd eat with us, I don't want him to be sad that we started without him." You frowned at the eldest of your wives, turning to look at Rhaenys who paused bringing a bite of food to her lips.

"Haaah..." Rhaenys sighed, "Very well, just a moment more." She gave in very easily, leaving Visenya to glare at her.

"No! Not a moment more, dearest, you must eat. You are carrying a child, you must eat, not just for yourself." She fretted over you, moving closer and you all looked up as Aegon entered.

"Aegon! You're here, finally!" You beamed, relieved to see him. He'd been busy with affairs all day (which, unbeknownst to you, was actually him trying to smooth things over with your father.)

Aegon hummed softly, striding towards you and leaning down to kiss you. "Were you waiting for me? What a sweet thing." He cooed at you softly, pulling back with a pleased look in his eyes.

He eyed the already eating Rhaenys and the scowling Visenya with an amused look.

"Finally." Visenya scoffed, turning to you. "Dearest, Aegon in now here, so you must eat."

You huffed, pouting as you stomach finally grumbled. "Yes, yes, I'll eat now. You should eat too, Aegon."

Aegon took his usual spot next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. "i'll eat later, you just eat now, you need food, you're eating for a baby too."

Would it be considered ungentlemanly of him to admit that the knowledge that you carried his baby inside of you sent pleasant shivers down his spine. You were his, lovely little you.

"Dearest." Visenya called out on the other side of you and you paused in your eating to look up at her, blinking.

Visenya leaned down and kissed you, her hands cupping your face.

You pulled back with red cheeks and rhaenys protested.

"That's not fair! I'm the favorite, so I should get more kisses, right dearest?"

Both aegon and visenya scoffed as you stammered out a reply.

[aphroditelovesu]

Sitting on Iron Throne is kinda difficult, because you get cuts. But imagine how interesting it would be for Modern!Reader just chilling on Iron Throne and there’s not a single cut on them.

Just imagine the reactions.

Aegon The Conqueror: The King must never sit comfortably and always must be strong.😤

Modern!Reader being curious: Hold on! Let me try it!

Modern!Reader sits on Iron Throne and relaxing on it, chilling comfortably with no problems or discomfort: 😎

Yan!platonic!Targaryen Conquerors are worried about their precious Modern!Reader:😨😨😨

Modern!Reader: I feel fine 😏

Yeah, imagine reactions. Especially when others are getting cuts despite how careful they try and there’s a Modern!Reader who absolutely chills and even falls asleep on Iron Throne as if it’s an armchair.

Modern!Reader just sitting on the Iron Throne, feeling like a King/Queen and enjoying it. It's not the most comfortable seat, but it's powerful and makes them feel good. So, why not try it?

Aegon would be a little stunned and very worried. He is naturally protective and would be worried about Modern!Reader cutting themself with the swords. But imagine his surprise when he arrives at the Iron Throne and finds them taking a nap on the Throne. He would find it funny but obviously worried.

Rhaenys would be insistent about the Modern!Reader not staying on the Throne as it could be dangerous. She finds them attractive and believes they suit the vision of a Ruler, but that throne is made of swords! They could get cut or seriously injured. Luckily she is always there to take care of them.

Visenya would not be bothered or act like a protective dragon like her sibilings, she would be slightly worried about the idea that they might get hurt, but she would be less protective. In fact, I can see Visenya encouraging them to try out the Iron Throne, you know, just to see what they'd look like sitting on it.

Rhaenys and Aegon worried about Visenya smiling at the sight of them on the Throne.

While many cut themselves on the Throne, like Maegor, Viserys and Rhaenyra, for example, the Modern!Reader receives no injuries and acts as if it were the most comfortable chair in the world...

[lunarmoonanons]

Now You might be wondering: Does Yandere Visenya love Tyrell Reader?

Well I think She THINKS she does. She’s deluded herself into thinking she is deserving of this child simply because she loves her like a daughter.

But she doesn’t really know Tyrell Reader. She doesn’t know her interests or hobbies. They’re virtually strangers.

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Conquerors!

Aegon I & Visenya are just FREAKS, the letters they send look like they’ve been ghostwritten by Ser Kevin Gates.

Rhaenys is more subtle, she just talk and then boom, she’s trynna touch them.

Adult Conqueror Polyamory my beloved ♡

Aegon I & Visenya: "Them titties look like they were sculpted from the gods above."

Rhaenys: "I apologize for their lewd nature." trying to cop a feel.

Going anywhere with them would be so hard. Aegon and Visenya aren't shy about making innuendos. Rhaenys is just trying to consensually grope their lover. Reader is just trying to get work done.

😭

Aegon I: "Making heirs is part of our job. 😏"

Visenya: 😏

Rhaenys: 😏

[gulnarsultan]

Immortal Modern Reader and Yandere Conquerors, before marriage.

Of course at first Immortal Modern Reader never thought that her beloved dragons wanted to marry her and she thought that affection she was given by Conquerors was platonic. Immortal Modern Reader gave kisses to Visenya, Rhaenys and Aegon on their cheeks (you know platonic kisses) and hugs. However Immortal Modern Reader noticed that her dragons becoming more touchy and kisses and affection wasn’t platonic, but became romantic.

One time Yandere Visenya wrapped her hands around Reader’s waist and pulled her closer. “Tired?”- Immortal Modern Reader asked. Then Immortal Reader felt kisses on her neck from Visenya, at first Reader thought nothing of it, until Visenya licked her neck. “Visenya? W-What are you doing?”- Immortal Modern Reader asks with worry. “Nothing~ I just missed you”- Yandere Visenya answers.

Or when Yandere Aegon just stares at others with a look on his face explaining everyone “I’ll murder you” all because Immortal Reader speaks with someone and doesn’t give him(Aegon) attention.

Immortal Modern Reader: What was that about?😑

Yandere Aegon the Conqueror: Nothing~☺️🥰

Then Aegon gives a kiss on Reader’s lips, and leaves. Immortal Reader shocked by what just happened.

Or when Yandere Rhaenys asked Immortal Modern Reader “Y/N~ Can I kiss you? Pretty please?” Immortal Modern Reader thought Rhaenys meant a kiss on the cheek, so of course she allowed Rhaenys to do it. But Immortal Modern Reader didn’t expect that Rhaenys would kiss her in the lips. Immortal Reader was too shocked that she didn’t notice how Rhaenys pushed Reader against the wall, held Reader’s hands down, and started to kiss her with tongue. Finally awake from shock, Reader stops the kiss and asks Rhaenys “What-What do you think you’re doing?” “What do you mean? You allowed me to kiss you.”- Yandere Rhaenys answers.

Immortal Modern Reader: Yes, but not in the lips.

Yeah, Immortal Modern Reader would be shocked and definitely would be scared a little, although Yandere Conquerors won’t stop their advancement

The conquerors will most likely do so. The poor reader is in trouble with the children she raises.😅🤣😂