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You know what? I'm gonna say it, I don't care that Alicent basically sended her eldest son to death.
Did ya'll forget him raping Dyana or him encouraging the fighting pits that exploited his bastard kids or him hanging the innocent rat catchers. So, we should feel bad for him because he got torched by Aemond, whom he humiliated and bullied throughout his adult and childhood life.
Imagine Waking up in HoTD: pt.2
Reader x Various(Yandere)
Pt. 1
CW: Blending of Fire & Blood canon and HoTD canon, Language, period-typical dungeon antics, halfway a parody and halfway sincere, spoilers for season 1, biblically accurate Targaryens, reader knows ASoIAF pretty well, your presence WILL force an AU.
Less than three hours in a fantasy world, and you were in a dungeon. Perfect.
Still dressed in your soggy, sandy, miserable clothes, you were shuddering in the dark. As you sat with your hands chained over your head and against the wall, you could see nothing beyond the bars of your cell. Torches were lit up and down the halls but they were useless. You suppose that was the point, though.
It is after all, a dungeon.
In the few hours that had passed you tried to make peace with your new reality. The first hour or so, you were just waiting to wake up. It was dark enough to nod off and you did. Until a rat decided to take a small nibble on your leg. You kicked the bastard off with a yell.
After having a good, dignified cry, you tried yo pull yourself together. After all, you’re a lifelong nerd! You’ve read shit like this in fanfiction. Mainly ‘Lord of The Rings,’ which would have been a kinder world to wake up in. But, this is where you were. Numb hands, soggy pants, name tag still dangling on your lanyard.
Women aren’t treated well here. Especially ones that talk as much as you do and seem odd. Seeing as you emerged from a Honda Civic in a Target uniform screaming about non-emergency lines, you were at a significant disadvantage here. You needed to recover someway to stay alive. Make yourself important, but not threatening.
As you ruminated on this, you heard the sound of a heavy door open. The echo of metal on stone had you sitting up straighter. Footsteps, many of them, drew near.
Under the orange glow of a nearby torch, a crowned woman came into view. She was dressed in a black cloak, long white hair laid in loose waves down to her waist. Her skin was smooth, pale; her eyes were a brilliant shade of lilac. This woman was so beautiful, so immaculate… It was almost unsettling.
Behind her stood two knights, one you recognized by his voice. “This is the witch, My Queen. She rode an iron vessel through the Narrow Sea, fleeing from her master she calls a tyrant.”
You swallowed thickly, staring helplessly at Rhaenyra in the flesh. She gave a nod to a smaller knight who opened your cell. Walking inside, Rhaenyra began to speak, “I would not normally place myself in a cage to meet with a madwoman. In peaceful times, I would simply have you beheaded and cast you back from whence you came.“
“Sounds efficient,” you mutter. At the tilting of Queen Rhaenyra’s head you quickly add, “—Your Majesty.”
She kneels down in front of you. Her closeness has you holding your breath. You can understand now why they never had the actors who played Targaryens in color contacts. Lined with long, white lashes, Rhaenyra’s glare was almost inhuman. Too pale, too bright, like looking into the face of an angel that hates you. Just. You.
“War is near, and you have my attention. My Queensguard think of you as a witch, my King Consort calls you a tactless spy of my half-brother,” her hand takes your chin. Slowly, she leans in, “They both tell me you should die. That I have no use for you. I… am not certain I agree.”
Trembling slightly, you tried hard not to panic. “I’m not a witch, and I’m not a spy. I swear to god, Gods, I am not a threat to you.”
Her other hand came to your face. With her thumb, she brushed off sand and dirt that had smeared across your cheek. So tender was her touch, it clashed harshly with her cold stare.
“Dressed in red and black, crawling from an iron beast, how absurd. I needed to look at you to know for certain. And now, I do,” Queen Rhaenyra stood quickly. Her hands left you. Your heart stopped. “You are an oddity, but a useless one. A pity.”
You needed to act fast, convince them that keeping you alive and in one piece was in their best interest.
"I am a seer!"
The Queen paused, her amethyst eyes flicking to yours sharply. Tread carefully, her eyes said. You swallowed a lump in your throat and repeated, ""I... I am a seer and... a be... er. I see and I be. The past, the present, and the future!"
Rhaenyra knelt down to you once more. You held your breath as she crowded you. She smelled amazing. "You said you were no witch. Now you change your testimony? Do not take me for a fool.”
You nod, "I am not an evil witch. But I, like, know things. Important things.”
"Demonstrate these powers, then," Queen Rhaenyra’s voice was pure ice. "Tell me something of my past and something of my future. Just two answers. If your demonstration satisfies me, you shall be freed of this cell. If you do not, you have my permission to rot where you sit.”
Oh, fuck.
"Well, I..." Shit. What do you even say? Do you follow the books, or the tv show? Which one is canon for this universe? You can't tell her something too far into the future, she might not believe you. And if you give her something too obscure in the past she won't believe you either.
Queen Rhaenyra sighs, "You waste my time. I leave you to your fate." She stands and turns away from you, heading for the cell door.
Your heart is pounding. Dying with your aching arms over your head with the rats? There’s no way you can die like this. And in your fucking Target uniform?! Just a skeleton in with a name tag, that’s what you’ll be. You scream at yourself to just say something. And oh, you do—
"When Queen Aemma was last with child, you hoped it was a girl!"
The Queen stopped dead in her tracks. Her Queensguard visibly stiffen.
"You told your mother to name the child Visenya, you wanted to name your daughter Visenya too." As Rhaenyra turned back around to face you, you knew you probably went a bit too far. By some unseen command, her knights came next to you. They loosened your bindings only to yank you up to your feet. Both men pinned you to the wall behind you.
Yup, too far.
Without giving you any validation or reward she asked, "And what of my future?"
Looking into her wrathful eyes, you saw some hope. You had been right. Or, at least right enough that she wanted you to predict her future. Knowing you were on the verge of a terrible end, you decided to take one last risk:
"Has Prince Lucerys left for Storm's End?"
Something flashes in her eyes. A spark of recognition, of fear. Her lip trembles for a moment, "Prince Lucerys is on his way back. Why ask me this?"
Losing your nerve slightly, you say, "Queen Rhaenyra, your husband is going to come to you. He is going to take your hand. You won't understand what he says to you, at first. It won’t make sense and— “
The Queen grips your throat, her rings digging into your flesh, "Speak. Clearly."
"Prince Aemond will kill your son today," you rasp.
You gagged slightly as she released you. Queen Rhaenyra placed a palm over her stomach, breathing deeply as if she had just been struck. Her breathing only grew more labored as her nostrils flared and rage took over her features, “Chain her, now.”
Again, you were forced into a seated position and your arms chained over your head.
Rhaenyra pointed a finger at you, shouting, “How dare you! A fool from Alicent Hightower’s court, put here to play her tricks in my ancestor’s home!? You may sit here with your great joke, and die. Slowly.”
Helpless, all you could do was cry and beg as the Queen left you. Your cell door slammed closed. And, to add to your misery, Rhaenyra ordered that each torch that lined the hall to your cell be extinguished.
Leaving you alone in perfect, cruel, darkness.
For one day, and one night.
You were glad enough that you weren't being tortured. The hunger was already so unbearable, though. Worse still was the waiting. Waiting for death, for the dream to finally end… just… waiting. Hours slipped by slowly. With each minute that passed, you mulled over your actions.
Had you given her the right lines? Perhaps it was foolish of you to dare to pretend to be a prophet. Especially in a world that so seldom had happy endings. Who the fuck would want to know the future here?
You leaned your head back and tried to ignore the pain in your shoulders. The rats had left you alone long enough for sleep to take you. Just as you started to dream, you heard the sound of metal on stone.
The dungeon door had opened.
Staying completely still, you waited. Listening hard for footsteps. You only caught two sets. The growing light of a lone torch made you light your head. Two shadows stood at your cell door. Either your doom, or your salvation.
Likely doom.
Staring down at you was the illuminated face of Queen Rhaenyra. Behind her stood a tall man with silver hair to his chin, holding the torch. He had thin lines on his face to note his age, his mouth was wide and his cheekbones were high. Just like Rhaenyra, he was beautiful in a way that felt wrong. He looked at you with disgust, lip curling back in a sneer. This must be Prince Daemon.
You looked to Queen Rhaenyra and felt your chest tighten. Rhaenyra’s expression was solemn, her eyes puffy. You understood immediately. It had happened, just as you said it would.
Prince Daemon approached you, torch held high and sparks falling near your legs. His left hand went down to his side. Your eyes went to Dark Sister on his hip. It wouldn’t take much for him to use that. Luckily, he reached for a ring of keys set next to his scabbard.
He unlocked your wrists and your arms dropped in front of you. You hissed in pain, blood flowing back too slow and too fast.
Prince Daemon spoke first, his voice dry, "Stand, seer. There is much to discuss."
Maester: Name?
Aegon II, completely hungover: Aegon, second of his name, rightful king, and protector of the realm.
Maester, tired of his job:….
Maester: Sex?
Aegon II, suddenly sober: Often.
Maester: ….I meant male or female.
Aegon II: Doesn’t matter. Both have a lot to offer me.
Maester, internally: …if I poison him now will anyone actually care?….
One of my favorite parts of that interview was Scott saying that the reason it took so long to find a script he liked was because he wanted to keep the integrity of the innocent spirits inside of the animatronics. They couldn't just be your typical slasher characters because he didn't want to disrespect the fact that the spirits inside the suits are just scared children.
Daemon on his knees “I am meant to serve you”. I fucking died. It only took six goddamn episodes and 47 acid trips
at the end of the day alicent was completely able to match rhaenyra's freak on who can come up with the most batshit way to see each other. like you wanna show up at my church dressed up like a nun and hold a knife to me? bitch it's 3am and i just broke into your house come downstairs
Ser Simon Strong, The Unbothered, King of Side-Eye, Feminist, Rhaenyra Loyalist, Daemyra Stan and Fashion Icon.
Daemon on his knees “I am meant to serve you”. I fucking died. It only took six goddamn episodes and 47 acid trips
"We must all make our sacrifices" says Aemond who has not had to sacrifice even a single hair care product so far
Ewan having to explain that Aemond fired Alicent because she's his kryptonite, the one thing that breaks his front. Meanwhile the fandom run-in with the idea he is a misogynistic and that's why he fires her. Is just a prove how dead is the media literacy on this fandom.
Specially after that scene when she read his mind so fast, and he almost break Infront of her. Like at this point I feel the show need a narrator explaining what people are seeing.
So you are telling me… my boy Addam… is just another victim of the cat distribution system?
Rhaenyra telling Jace a joe biden story while he’s holding in the my name is paul mua’dib atreides speech so hard he’s actively having an aneurysm meanwhile her huncle is doing ayahuasca with a goth girl he met at hot topic two hours ago and the woman holding 60% of their cool points on her back has just exploded into meat chunks over southern ohio. black council in shambles this week I fear. the green council’s default state is shambles so that’s not news
Viserys I Targaryen and his brother Daemon vs Aegon II Targaryen and his brother Aemond
🔪 inspired by this tweet:
baela deserves to be given her flowers for this ep like “i am blood and fire. driftmark must pass to salt and sea.” is such a hard line
'Boom' would've been five minutes long if it had starred Eleven because no force in the universe could've forced him to stand still for more than three seconds.
rogue’s “find me”……. new multi-season reoccurring doctor romance a la doctorriver with platonic companion relationships please mr davies
crying at how much tobey was absolutely LOVING being spiderman again like me too king
pride and prejudice and zombies wasn’t too good of a film (for me personally anyway) but one thing i love about it is when charlotte and elizabeth are talking about marriage and elizabeth says, “i would never relinquish my sword for a ring.” to which charlotte replies, “for the right man you would.” and elizabeth then states, “the right man wouldn’t ask me to.”
and i just think that’s wonderful because so often women are told they would give up a passion of theirs for the “right man” but really, the “right man” wouldn’t ask you to give up what you love.
disney: so we have this character. he looks like a wet weasel and has the voice of a pack-a-day smoker. he has a collective fifteen minutes of screentime and half of it is as a CGI bird.
me: okay. and what does he do?
disney: he calls Angelina Jolie “mistress” a lot and wears a half-open pirate shirt. except for his introduction, when he’s naked and covered in dirt.
me and half the fandom, apparently:
