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𝖁.𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔, 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖘.

𝕴'𝖒 𝖁.𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓.

Welcome to my Tumblr blog! I’m glad to have you here.

I use she/they pronouns for future reference.

You can find my Ao3 account under the same username as this account (Vampyrevogue)

Currently, I am working on an original work but I’ll certainly be glad to take any asks and requests!!

now, that being said I should let you know what I do and don’t write

I write for:

House of the Dragon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Laena Velaryon

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Cregan Stark

This is my main fandom currently, however I am certainly willing to take requests for just about any fandom! but I may not get around to it!

i DO NOT write anything involving pedophilia, non-con, watersports (scat or piss), or anything yucky like that in general

Please send me some requests!! I'm eager to do some writing for you all.

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞, 𝖁.𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓

Hey there, my loves.

I'm close to finishing up my orginal fic for my A03, but in the mean time to keep my 'writing flow' going I'd really appreciate some asks/requests.

Any of the characters on my list would be great!

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞, 𝖁.𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓

𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: Jealous Rhaenyra, Daemon x niece reader, Incest, reader's pregnant with Daemon's baby.

The sun was setting over the Red Keep, casting a warm glow on the city of King's Landing. Inside the castle, the royal family was gathering for dinner. Daemon, the handsome and charismatic prince, sat at the head of the table, his wife and niece, Y/N, by his side. They had been married for just over a year, and Y/N was now pregnant with their first child.

As the feast began, Rhaenyra Y/N's mother, entered the room. She was known for her beauty and her fierce love for her family. But tonight, there was a darkness in her eyes that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. Rhaenyra took her seat at the opposite end of the table, her gaze never leaving Y/N.

As the evening went on, Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. Rhaenyra's behavior was becoming more and more erratic, and she seemed to be glaring at Y/N with hatred and jealousy. Y/N knew that Rhaenyra had always been fiercely protective of her husband, but she never expected her own mother to turn against her.

When the feast ended, Y/N excused herself and made her way to her chambers. She could feel Rhaenyra's eyes following her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. As she entered her room, she found Rhaenyra waiting for her, a wicked smile on her lips.

'Mother, what is the matter?' Y/N asked, trying to hide the fear in her voice.

Rhaenyra's smile widened. 'You, my dear. You are the matter. How dare you steal my uncle's love and bear his child? You are nothing but a pawn in his game.'

Y/N was taken aback by Rhaenyra's words. She had always known that her marriage to Daemon was unconventional, but she never imagined her own mother would see her as a threat. But before she could respond, Rhaenyra's hand shot out and grabbed Y/N's wrist tightly.

'You will not bear his child. I will not let you,' Rhaenyra hissed, her grip tightening.

Y/N's eyes widened in horror as she realized what Rhaenyra was planning. She was going to harm Y/N and her unborn child. Without thinking, Y/N pushed Rhaenyra away and ran to her chambers, locking the door behind her. She could hear Rhaenyra banging on the door, demanding to be let in.

Y/N's heart was racing as she looked around her room, trying to come up with a plan. She knew she couldn't stay in her chambers, but she also couldn't leave the safety of the castle. Suddenly, she remembered the secret passage that led to Daemon's chambers.

With trembling hands, Y/N opened the hidden door and made her way through the dark tunnels. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the baby kicking inside her. She prayed that Daemon would be in his chambers and that he would protect her and their child.

As Y/N entered Daemon's chambers, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, sitting by the fireplace, lost in thought. She ran to him and collapsed into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

'Y/N, what is the matter?' Daemon asked, concern etched on his face as he held her tight.

'It's mother. She...she wants to harm our child,' Y/N sobbed, her body shaking with fear.

Daemon's face hardened as he pulled away from Y/N and looked into her eyes. 'I will not let anyone harm you or our child. I swear it on my life,' he said, determination in his voice.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of love for her husband. She knew that he would protect them no matter what. But she also knew that they couldn't stay in the castle any longer. Rhaenyra would not stop until she got what she wanted.

Together, Y/N and Daemon made their escape from the Red Keep, leaving behind the treacherous world of the Targaryen's. They found a new home in Dragonstone, far away from the chaos and danger of King's Landing. And there, surrounded by love and safety, Y/N gave birth to a healthy baby boy, their firstborn. He was named Maegor, after Maegor the first.

As they looked at their child, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for Daemon's love and protection. And as for Rhaenyra, she was never seen or heard from again. But Y/N knew that her mother's love for Daemon would always burn bright, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the woman who had lost everything to her own jealousy.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: labor, Neice reader, angst, death.

The castle of Dragonstone was bustling with excitement as Lady Y/N, wife of Daemon Targaryen, was about to give birth to their first child. The halls were decorated with banners of House Targaryen and the sound of cheers echoed through the corridors. But within all the joy and celebrations, there was one person who was not happy - Y/N's mother, Princess Rhaenyra.

As Y/N's labor pains became more frequent and intense, she longed for the comfort and support of her husband. However, her mother made sure that Daemon was nowhere to be found. Rhaenyra had always been against their union, finding Y/N unworthy of her uncle's love and a hindrance to their family's legacy. She saw this as an opportunity to separate the two once and for all.

Y/N's maids and servants, well aware of their Princss's schemes, were hesitant to go against her orders. But they couldn't bear to see their lady suffering in pain without her husband by her side. So, they secretly sent a message to Daemon, informing him about Y/N's condition and pleading him to come to her aid.

Despite Rhaenyra's efforts, Daemon found his way to Y/N's chambers. The moment he saw his wife's pale and sweat-drenched face, he knew something was wrong. He held her hand tightly and whispered words of comfort, promising to never leave her side.

Y/N's labor was long and difficult, but finally, the cries of a newborn filled the room. As they held their child, a beautiful baby boy, Y/N and Daemon's eyes filled with tears of joy and love. But their smiles were short-lived as they noticed Y/N's weak and pale state.

Panicked, Daemon called for the maester, but it was too late. Y/N had lost a lot of blood and her body couldn't take it anymore. In the arms of her beloved husband, Y/N took her last breath, leaving behind her devastated husband and their newborn son.

Daemon's grief was immeasurable as he held onto his wife's lifeless body, blaming himself for not being there when she needed him the most. And in that moment, he swore to never forgive his Niece for her selfish actions that cost him his beloved wife.

The news of Y/N's death spread throughout the castle, casting a dark shadow over the once joyful celebrations. Rhaenyra, whose jealousy and spite had caused this tragedy, was consumed by guilt and shame. She begged for Daemon's forgiveness, but he could not bring himself to forgive her for taking away the love of his life.

As the days went by, Daemon named his son after his late wife, a constant reminder of the love and sacrifice she had made. And though he would always miss Y/N, he found solace in their son, knowing that a part of her would always live on in him. As for Rhaenyra, she spent the rest of her days haunted by the memory of her daughter's death, a punishment she had brought upon herself.

😍😍

New update to Dance of Ice and Fire out

I stayed up till 3 am for only one episode of Milf of the Dragon and... I swear I cannot choose green or black, I choose milf.

I swear that my therapist will heard about that okayy I need to see more of them. Olivia Cooke and Emma D'Arcy are fabulous... Do we care about men no we care about women and non binary people.

The most tragic thing in the Dance of the dragons is not the death of Lucerys, or the baby, or the bloody end of thousands of people.

It's the doomed fate of the most majestic creatures, whose end is coming due to the stupidity of lower humans who had the audacity to call themselves gods.

They do not need fucking to love eachother deeply...

My Love Will Never Die

Rhaenyra looked into your eyes as if gazing into your soul, the dragon stood behind you with a guttural moan erupting from it's body. The echo of the growl vibrated through your veins making your heart beat faster. "My love will never die dear one". she said softly to the point where only you could hear it. A single tear fell from your eye the moment you heard her yell Dracary's she did not want to, every part of her being fought against it but she did. For you, her kingdom, her throne. it was the only way to save you. A wail that shuddered through your entire being tore through you like shards of glass. "Until we meet again my love". you managed to whisper while placing your hands on the sacred stone ground.

LIFE IN THE CASTLE

Rhaenyra came to find you rather amusing during serious situations. Of course you managed to get your duties done but no matter how many times she ran into you she always found you doing something rather amusing. One time she caught you in the dragon out grinding and singing on syrax's post. The dragon was staring at you fondly but with a hint of curiosity. When you realized you were being watched you quickly stopped and tied the rope back on the dragons post to keep it in place. "Your grace, I'm so sorry I was just um-". Rhaenyra didn't even protest or cut you off but she rather interrupted your sentence in a different manner. A quirk of her brow stopped you in your tracks. "Come to my chambers when you are finished with your task at hand little pup". She said raking her eyes down your frame slowly before exiting the dragon hall.

i need a long fic about rhaenyra’s older sister, she is the heir, but she was ok with alicent marrying viserys, like a fix-it one, maybe rhaenyra and alicent are still antagonistic toward each other, but she loves her younger siblings and helped alicent raise them cause she never left king’s landing so they’re not as traumatized and don’t think that she’s going to kill them after becoming queen and she is definitely viserys’ pride and joy

alicent’s sister oc - Arabella Hightower

- Arabella was married to the son of Rickard Redwyne, Roderick, the future lord of the arbor and they had one son together, Perseus.

- however, she almost died in the birthing bed and the maester advised her against anymore pregnancies

- in the year of 106 AC, Roderick died of grayscale and she returned to the capital to reunite with her father and sister 

-”father, i know you wish for power more than everything else, and that my duty as your daughter is to marry to ensure you that power, but i come with a request, the death of my husband has shaken me and  i wish to not be remarried to other lord, the maester that assisted me in perseus’ birth told me that i should refrain from getting pregnant again as that would pose a great risk to my health. I wish to reside here with my family, raise Perseus alongside my sister and you, father”

- she helps Alicent in raising Aegon, Helaena, Aemond and Daeron, teaching her that a gentle hand would help her achieve the results she was seeking

- Arabella is 100% Aegon’s and Heleana’s favourite person

- she, being formerly married to a Redwyne, learned to enjoy wine and definitely taught Aegon the nuances of it, while also teaching him that moderation was the key to actually enjoy it

- Perseus is an older brother figure to Aegon and the one who taught him to fight with a sword for the first time

- Otto would try to hide the truth, but everyone knew Arabella was his favorite, alongside Perseus, who soaked up all his lessons on how to be a lord and made his grandfather very proud 

!!!!😭😩😭😩😭😩😭😩!!!!!!

I FOUND THE BEST HOTD FIC EVER, ITS SO CUTE I CRIED IN EVERY CHAPTER

MY BABIES🥹🥹🥹🥹

with that thing “the throne only hurts unworthy rulers” someone should make a fic in which oc, possibly rhaenyra’s daughter, is always disappearing and running from her septa and one day they find her snuggled on the throne sleeping and everyone thinks it’s an omen of what a great queen she’ll be

so beautiful 😭❤️

Very important still 🥹

“ take care not to startle syrax. she's rather protective of me.” ref

The Kiss

for @darksvster inspired by Klimt

the princess' favor 🌹

Rhaenyra watching Vermithor decimate those poor souls from her balcony like it's a concert

"but here you are surrounded by people all focus on the baby. someone have to attend to you"

inspo, inspo