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⚠️HOTD and Fire & Blood Spoilers⚠️
In 131 AC, Aegon the 2nd Targaryen died by poisoning, ending the Dance of the Dragons.
You sit on the throne. The war is over.
Are you not glad?
My next chapter be like:
Rhaenyra: not doing great
Ser Criston: head empty *hair beautifully flowing in the wind*
Ser Brynden: not getting paid enough for this
Alicent: screaming, crying
Gwayne: one step away from committing regicide
Mysaria: sipping wine while watching everything go to hell
Daemon: loving the drama
Literally everyone else in the room: 😶
I love how people in GOT were hyping up the Targaryens when they had dragons over a century ago and now that we get to see them in HOTD, they're just:
Chaotic Gay
Sad Alcoholic
People pleaser
Mad Hater
Loves bugs
Unhinged boi
Bad posture
Mama's boy
Contemplating murder
Peaceful sunshine
Shady Granny
Rhaena Targaryen marrying a Hightower must have had Daemon screaming
Memes Based on my Fic "A Targaryen Type of Madness" Part 4
Spoilers if you haven’t read
Character Posters from my fic "A Targaryen Type of Madness" ft. The Men
I've been seeing a lot of HOTD Season 2 leaks going around about Rhaenyra, Daemon, Aemond, Alicent, Helaena, Criston, and Addam/Alyn. Honestly, I'm a bit iffy on whether to trust some of the sources. Idk if anyone else has done this but I'm making a bingo board based on the biggest leaks I've heard then see what happens in June.
Feel free to use it if you want :)
Happy HOTD Trailers (again) 💕💕💕
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We Always Burn
Summary: Rhaenyra Targaryen is sure she knows what she wants until it comes crashing down after an encounter on the beach of Driftmark
AO3 Link
Pairing: Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen (main pairing), Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen
Warning (please read): Implied grooming, mild smut, disassociation during sex, some language, toxic relationships, violence, manipulation, obsession, Targaryen ideology critical, not Daemon Targaryen friendly
Words: 1703
A/N: None of the relationships depicted in this are supposed to be seen as good or healthy; this is mostly meant to be a character study
They were meant to burn together. That was the way of dragons. It was what she was told all her life. Dragons were fierce creatures with a fire that burned within each one of them. They could not be tied to anything else. They craved that fire, they needed that fire. They would only be satisfied with that fire. That was what she was taught.
Daemon had that fire inside of him. He was rogue in every sense of the word. He took what he wanted and feared neither man nor dragon. She was drawn to his fire since she was young. It made sense, after all, dragons were lured to flame.
Rhaenyra laid back on the blanket sprawled on the sand. She removed the rest of her clothing in anticipation. Above her Daemon hovered. She moved quickly and met his lips in a fiery kiss before he pulled away. She gripped the blanket while staring up above. Her fingers flew to his long white hair to remind herself this was real. It was finally happening. The moment she had dreamed of.
Daemon spread her legs open and adjusted him in front of her. Rhaenyra bit her lip. In a hasty motion, he moved inside. He pulled out before pushing in again.
Rhaenyra swallowed. She held onto him and tried to kiss him, but he was too focused on what he was doing. She smiles thinly.
This was what she wanted. What she had dreamed of since she was young. Just her and Daemon. She wanted to make love to him.
She touched his hair. It was real. This was happening. Yet, it wasn’t like she had thought it would be.
She tried to move her hips, but Daemon’s hands kept her legs down. She ran her fingers on his back, attempting to feel him, feel anything. He didn’t respond to her affection. Rhaenyra was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Every thrust moved hastily but she couldn't feel any pleasure.
Her lip quivered. She glanced down at Daemon. He was too enthralled, chasing his own pleasure to notice her lack thereof. He grunted under his breath. Rhaenyra should have been happy that he would get such pleasure from her, from her body.
She stared up above at the dark sky of Driftmark. The stars were out, and they were beautiful. Rhaenyra kept her eyes on them as she pretended to arch her back and let out small moans. Would that please Daemon? Would it please her?
She didn't know. She just stared at the sky as her mind became numb.
Rhaenyra blinked her eyes open. She saw the night sky looming over her, its beautiful stars shining in contrast. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was close by. The smell of sea salt reminded her she was still on the beach. Slowly, she sat up. The princess looked around. Her dress was poorly undone and hung off her shoulders. She touched the back of her head, her carefully done braid had come loose. She pulled her dress back up and let down her hair, there was no fixing it now. Then Rhaenyra realized she didn’t find any of Daemon’s clothing.
He was gone. He had left her, once again.
Rhaenyra put on her shoes and walked out of the wrecked boat they had decided to go to. She trudged through the sand, her eyes wavering over the dark landscape. No other person in sight. He really was gone.
Rhaenyra truly had no idea what happened when she was summoned into the main hall in High Tide. Lord Corlys and Rhaenys were already there hugging Baela and Rhaena. Her eyes searched and found her sons. She ran to their side where Luke had a bloody nose and Jace was bleeding from his head. From where she stood, Rhaenyra saw Aemond sitting with a maester sewing his eye shut.
Shit.
“What happened?” She asked.
It was a mistake to ask out loud. The children began screaming at each other, throwing insults from across the room. Rhaenyra felt her head pounding from the high-pitched shrieks. During this outburst, the door from outside the castle opened, and in walked her uncle.
Rhaenyra looked at him. He was leaning against a column, his entire body at ease with his arms crossed in front of his chest. An amused smile on his face as he watched the scene before him. He didn’t look over at her, she thought bitterly. He didn’t seem concerned at all.
Then a voice broke through. It was her father. Rhaenyra held her head up; he would take care of this situation. Ultimately there was back and forth but her father defended her and her children from the accusations. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Her eyes returned to Daemon. He had yet to acknowledge her. Rhaenyra didn’t understand. She had loved him since she was a child. He had adorned her with gifts and praises. He spoke High Valyrian with her, it was their mother tongue and yet he only shared it with her. He called her the most beautiful woman in the realm. He was so passionate with her that night in the brothel. They had kissed and touched each other in ways that only husband and wife should. He had loved her like a woman grown. He told her they were meant to burn together.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Where was that passion now? Where was that fire within him?
Then a strained voice broke through. “Aemond has lost an eye. Goodwill is not enough.”
Rhaenyra looked up and saw Alicent shaking where she stood. Her brown eyes bared into her father.
“Alicent there has been enough suffering today.”
“Aemond more than anyone has suffered, there needs to be justice”, her voice edged on anger.
Rhaenyra raised her brows.
“Alicent, that is enough,” her father said.
Her former friend narrowed her eyes at him. “Viserys, he is your son. Your blood. He is without an eye because of the boy.”
Again, anger was beginning to seep through. Rhaenyra watched in fascination. There was a fire there, deep inside Alicent. She wanted to see more.
Rhaenyra raised her head high. “As we already established, my son was acting in self-defense.”
Alicent glared at her. “By bringing a blade, he showed he had other intentions.”
Rhaenyra hid a smirk. She had her now, she wanted to see how far she could push.
“He should have never called my sons such a deplorable word. It is treason to have questioned their birth. Had it been anyone else the punishment would have been far worse.” Rhaenyra paused savoring the rage in Alicent’s eyes. Then she allowed her lip to quirk up. “He is lucky his eye was the only thing taken.”
Alicent stilled for a moment. Her eyes dulled over. Rhaenyra feared that she had broken her. She never wanted her broken. Her thoughts disappeared when the sound of a blade was drawn.
“Alicent!” Her father yelled.
Alicent rushed toward her with the conquer’s blade. Screaming and chaos ensued. Rhaenyra grabbed Alicent by the wrist and kept a hand on her shoulder, maintaining a distance between the end of the dagger. Alicent grunted trying to bury the dagger into her skin, fury dancing in her eyes.
Rhaenyra was fighting to hide the ecstasy she felt at having gotten a reaction.
“I have done everything that has been expected of me. I have tried to hold together the kingdom, the family, and the law. Yet you seem to be bent to trampling it all! You have taken my son’s eye and declared that it was fair!”
Rhaenyra struggled against Alicent. The blade was inching closer, but she had never felt more alive.
“It was that or his life,” Rhaenyra stated. She decided to cut deeper. “This was a mercy.”
Alicent grit her teeth and attempted to slash her face. The same place where Aemond lost his eye. Rhaenyra stared in awe. The same fire she craved was there before her. Alicent had the fire of a dragon. How had she not seen it before? How could she have let her escape? Everything she looked for was right under her nose, she was foolish for not seeing it before.
Alicent suddenly managed to break out of her grasp. The blade came down, but Rhaenyra moved out of the way. The princess backed away, her children and good parents surrounded her. She felt a stinging sensation on her wrist. Rhaenyra looked down as blood trickled down her hand.
A beat of silence passed as everyone stared in shock.
Rhaenyra only watched Alicent’s reaction. The queen seemed horrified by her actions. Her grip on the blade tightened so much so that the tip of her finger pricked the sharp edge. She dropped the dagger on the floor. A deafening clang sounded. The Valyrian steel fell. Blood stained the tip. It was her blood. Close to the handle, Rhaenyra noticed another dash of red. It was Alicent’s. The pool of red mixed.
The following morning Rhaenyra stood in the courtyard of Driftmark. The wind brushed against her black fur coat. Sea salt hung in the air. A ship trudged forward to King’s Landing. Three distinct roars came from the sky. The dragons set off flying above the ship. Sunfyre and Dreamfyre led with Vhagar, their newest addition, flying behind.
Rhaenyra focused on the boat. Alicent was inside. She would arrive back home before the day was done. Rhaenyra smirked. The idea that Alicent believed she could run from her was almost laughable. Her fingers caressed the bandages around her wrist.
She thought of the way they were cut by the same Valyrian steel, how their blood mixed together. And all were present to see. Her ancestors once married in such a manner. Once they did, they were tied together in every way possible. Heart, mind, body, and soul. Rhaenyra had seen that fire within Alicent and would be damned if she was ever going to let her slip away now.
They were meant to burn together. That was the way of dragons. That was what she was taught. She would never stop until she had that fire.
If Westeros had a news station Pt 2
Crackship ramblings incoming (nothing is coherent here)
Daemon Targaryen x Criston Cole
Hear me out...they would be fascinating to watch.
Something probably would have awakened in Daemon that day on the bridge in Dragonstone when he got Cole's name wrong and Criston gave the snarkiest little response "Perhaps my prince recalls when I knocked him off his horse." Man had to walk away from that and have a therapy session with Mysaria immediately after.
Years later, he comes back from the Stepstones after fighting for so long that when he returns and finds out Cole is Rhaenyra's knight, he feels a certain type of way.
Rhaenyra would be like "So uncle what was the Stepstones like?"
Daemon would say something like "Great, weather was nice. So does your knight ever talk about the tourney we were in? Like does he talk about any people that stood out to him or?"
It would become almost a running gag from how many times Daemon just "happens to appear" where Criston is and tries to antagonize (flirt) with him.
Would this ship have saved Westeros and prevented the dance? No. Would Joffrey Lounmouth still be alive? Yes, because Criston was too distracted being confused by Daemon trying to rizz him up at Rhaenyra's wedding.
Posts HOTD Characters would make on the Whisper App
Rhaenyra:
Alicent (the only person who uses it normally):
Daemon:
Aegon:
Helaena:
Aemond:
Luke:
Daeron:
Jace:
Baela:
Rhaena:
Joffrey:
Oscar Tully: Literally why did you think doing any of that was okay? Willem Blackwood: Cause Prince Daemon thought it was a good idea. Oscar Tully: ... Oscar Tully: You actual clown
Bonus scene after Daemon left that meeting
Oscar Tully to Simon Strong: Tell Alys to up the dose, I want that man so traumatized he can't even think about the Riverlands without breaking into a cold sweat at night
MASTERLIST
hey, i’m sav. i write for the asoiaf universe.
be wary, most of these are smut! i write for...
aemond
aegon
daemon
helaena
rhaenyra
alicent
Aemond Targaryen
One bed?
there is only one bed, and three of them.
Withheld Desire
aemond x best friend reader bang at a party
I’ve got my eye on you
Aegon drags reader to a party and she catches Aemonds eye.
That girl
aemond and aegon meet their childhood friend for the first time in a while, and she’s grown.
Knight in shining armour
aemond catches reader when she falls.
Wicked Game
aemond has an infatuation with aegons wife, and she returns his affections.
Forget Honor | 2 |
aegon and aemond both forget their honour when it comes to their girl.
Sweet Thing | 2 |
aemond delves into his deepest desire, to be needed, thus, he find a sugar baby.
Compensation
Your husbands brother takes over.
Aegon Targaryen
Fantasies
jace doesn’t meet readers needs, but Aegon does.
Caught
reader knew aegon was risky, but not this risky.
One bed
there is only one bed, and three of them.
That girl
aemond and aegon meet their childhood friend for the first time in a while, and she’s grown.
Best Friends Brother
in which aegon teaches innocent Helaenas best friend how to kiss.
Forget Honor | 2 |
aegon and aemond both forget their honour when it comes to their girl.
Daemon Targaryen
You in my helm
daemon sure does love seeing the reader in his helm.
I was getting high off the newest hotd episode.
Aegon loves Sunfyre and Sunfyre loves him. The way Sunfyre curled to protect him broke my heart.
Aemond I hate him and I love him. Driven to violence by shame.
Daemon is haunted, rightfully. But more of his layers are peeling back, his emotions and repressions and true desires are revealing themselves.
Cole cares about the king he made.
Alicent… says what should be said to the person, but not what is needed by the son.
Rhaenyra trusts her son and makes finally makes war, but so casually after all the restraint she is blinded to the trap.
They’re all so dysfunctional. But they all CARE and they don’t know how to express themselves or treat others or aguhhhhhh it’s so good!
Such a rollercoaster, my heart has been wrenched.
Girlie literally snacks on jewels what did you expect?
To Yevgeniya, “modest” is three necklaces instead of five, pearls instead of diamonds, woven patterns instead of embroidery.
Almost all of her clothes and accessories (and her siblings’) Yevgeniya designs and/or makes herself. She can weave, sew, embroider, jewel… and do those things so excellently that her products are a luxury even among nobility.
If she ain’t a fashion icon I don’t know who is.
(I can’t find the painting’s artist, if you know please tell me.)
Manipulating the children out of goodwill 😍
Otto refuses to address her correctly because he doesn’t want to recognize her claims to her titles, but she doesn’t give a flying fuck.
![[HOTD Fanfic] Your Sanity Is Insanity In Itself.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/518788cac70bb43e32c1105c3f4205a4/a9c6deaaa1d3357b-29/s500x750/d7624640dc5bf689bf61236a794095a7e3617ffc.png)
[HOTD fanfic] your sanity is insanity in itself.
Tags (to be updated): HOTD Fix-it. The Dance doesn’t happen, but Otto Hightower someone will still die. Original Characters. Family Bonding.
Relationships (to be updated): Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen. Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen.
Summary:
Valeikova’s Dragon of the North, exhausted and so incredibly traumatized after dealing with a full blown civil war caused by what is essentially family drama, yearned for a fucking break, one that did not result in her having even more responsibilities on her shoulders.
When letters came about a newly discovered land called “Westeros”, however, she knew that things would not go her way: there was no room for a break, responsibilities sought her how lovers sought each other’s arms (or did she seek them herself?).
Valeikova did their research, and then as they decided that they could not just pretend Westeros doesn’t exist however big or small of a threat it is, they had to send someone to impress Westeros, or preferably, intimidate it.
That someone was her and she (un)happily obliged.
It was the most important purpose of her position, after all. Intimidation.
or
A fortunately unfortunate envoy found herself caught up in the family feud of the Targaryens. Being the ever dutiful eldest daughter with zero proper childhood and a tendency to fix things she did not ruin, she decided that they should know they fucked up and are fucked up, and if they do not sort things out, she will.
Read it here:
or here:
![[house of the dragon] your sanity is insanity in itself. - Foreword.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/0d10174d79eec263f10d6b37712df6a6/a9c6deaaa1d3357b-40/s400x600/9c790ff3e69df9df28026b61d3c1737d1c5b748f.jpg)
Actual chapters will be posted from next weekend if all goes according to plan.
I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE OLD POST.
Writing this HOTD fanfic (Wattpad) purely out of spite.
Yevgeniya (and my other OCs) is not a HOTD OC, I’m just putting her in that universe. (Kalarossi and Valarossi are twins, and are dreamers — prophets, more precisely.)
Marina Aleksandrova is actually a better face-claim for Yevgeniya, but for the love of God I can’t find any picture of her with the appropriate clothing, so I chose Mariya Andreevna (in the series Sofia). Kalarossi’s/Valarossi’s (twins) face claim is from Sadko.
