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@noplaceforaking
“viserys targaryen alive + well” me: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀👀 👌👌Good shit
THIS MAKES ME SO MAD BECAUSE LITERALLY EVERYTHING DANY KNOWS ABOUT DRAGONS AND WESTEROS AND HER OWN FAMILY AND BIRTHRIGHT SHE LEARNED FROM HER BROTHER, AND THE SHOW HAD A GODDAMN THROW AWAY LINE LIKE THIS,
Great Houses of Westeros // House Targaryen
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break.
William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
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someone come manipulate viserys pls ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
i’m a person who often wants physical affection but is also very uncomfortable and particular about physical contact
Damien slid his hand along the human’s neck, fingertips hot and just brushing. “He won’t hear you. I’ve seen how quiet you can be when you walk.” He leaned forward, nudging him slightly. “It’s like you’re flying when you walk.” His fingers pressed against the back of his head, “Stab right here…hard.”
Viserys hated it when Damien puts his hands on him, his entire body too warm and his touch oppressive, but he hates it even more when the bastard sees right through him.
Fingers tightening on the handle of his knife, he figured Damien was right. For all his talk, he didn't think he had the stomach to kill anyone, but he valued his own life far more than anyone else's. His heart felt like it was in his throat as he stepped forward, until the adrenaline took over, and his hands moved on their own, his knife an extension of him as he drove it into the exact spot where Damien told him to.
As always, he still was making a fool of himself. Unless he planned on being like the late, great Joffrey Baratheon, he better wise up. But, Valentine was thoroughly entertained by his reaction, so she said nothing. Not yet, at least.
“I am.” She purred back, her hand gesturing to the place beside her. Yes, come sit, Viserys. Be even closer to the monster that would make a man out of you. “I’ve been quite well, thank you. Though, I was under suspicion of harbouring a fugitive. There was no substantial evidence against me.”
Sitting next to her did not seem like an entirely wise or safe option, but refusing the request would certainly prove to be even less so. Besides, he needed to remind himself that while she was certainly a creature to fear, he did not have to be afraid. If she really wanted to kill him, she certainly would have done so by now. As arrogant as he was, he at least knew that maiming was not out of the question. So he kept his tongue firmly behind his teeth and took his seat next to her.
❝That sounds like quite the story. Though I assume you were guilty, and simply too good to be caught.❞
Eyes narrowing faintly at the sharp tone the blond used, Ronon’s own hand slipped under his jacket, fingers curling around his dagger when he saw Viserys fidgeting with his own weapons. “Can’t say I know any reason to kill you…And I do not know these Dothraki. All I’m looking for is a way to earn enough coin to afford a meal and a bed each night.”
Viserys didn't entirely trust this, he had a difficult time trusting anyone to begin with, but the fact of the matter was that he was alone, and while he had been taught to defend himself, he simply didn't have the experience to take on more than a few people. It would be practical to have someone traveling with him, and his experience with sellswords had been overwhelmingly positive. Perhaps it was practicality, perhaps it was nostalgia, or perhaps it was foolishness, but Viserys shrugged, nodded, let his grip relax on his sword. ❝ What's your name? ❞
“I like your attitude.” Rhaegar looks at his brother, obviously impressed. He nudges him into the direction of his car. “Isn’t she beautiful? Hours and hours put into her and all I can do is hope Baratheon doesn’t ruin her in the many obnoxious ways he’s done before.”
Viserys doesn't know much about cars, only the things he has picked up from hearing his brother talk about them so often. Still, he gives Rhaegar a proud little smile, following him to get a look at his car. ❝ You've outdone yourself this time. Don't worry about Baratheon. That one will ruin himself one of these days. ❞
Sometimes she liked to joke that that was the biggest thing they had in common - awful dating histories. You would think that with their name, money and influence it would all come easy, but they knew far too well that that was what drove people away…. or just attracted the wrong sort.
But she knew she could always count on Vis, and though she still wanted to lament away over her food, she couldn’t help but grin and nod her head at him. “ As long as I’ve got you, Vis. What can we do? If we’re going to make something it has to be something other than potatoes. I’m surprised you’re not breathing starch. ”
Dany gently giggled as she pushed said plate away, doing the exact same with her phone too. “ Just you and me. ”
The two of them knew each other too well, and so Viserys knew, if left to her own devices, Dany would lock herself in her room and not come out all night, if not stay in there all day tomorrow, too. It wasn't worth it, he always tried to tell her, it was never worth wasting time over a boy who wasn’t worth a second glance - but he figured this time, he would just take matters into his own hands and show her, instead.
❝ I'll tell you exactly what we're going to do, ❞ he said, giving her a quick smile before turning to reach cabinets he knew his sister couldn't, pulling down their nicest set of mixing bowls.
❝ We're going to make brownies, because I already ate lunch, before you stole the rest of it, thank you very much. And we're going to complain about everything, and we're going to gossip, and then we are going to make sure you look so good that your ex goes home and cries. ❞
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Her new husband’s younger brother was the first to discover her in the garden. She was sitting in the sunlight, head tilted back to catch the warmth of it on the planes of her face. Her eyes were closed, but she must have heard him approach anyways, as she spoke without moving. “The sun is different here than in Dorne. It’s the same sun, I think, but somehow I feel it differently than I did… before.” She had almost said at home, but this was her home now. The Red Keep, with its strange architecture and great stone dragons mounted everywhere like silent guardians.
The princess opened her eyes finally, casting a sidelong glance at her brother in law. “Will you sit with me?” It was more of a question than an offer, she was genuinely unsure of how he would react to her. Since she’d come to King’s Landing, everyone but her husband and the queen had done their best to keep their distance. Even the servants gave her a wide path in the hallways, nearly tripping over themselves sometimes as they avoided eye contact. Elia could hear them whispering about her as she passed them. The strange, dark princess from Dorne.
Viserys hadn’t quite expected to encounter anyone of import while walking through the garden - in fact, that was often why he liked to come out here. The young prince was restless, these days, though not in the same way as most teenage boys. He was antsy, his temperament as nervous as his hands, and he came to the gardens to find space to breathe. But the presence of his new sister-in-law was unoffensive. He was curious about her, about the kind of person she was. She was a new sibling, after all. ❝ Yes, well, I imagine it’s much hotter in Dorne. That might contribute to the difference. ❞ He said, answering her request by sitting next to her on the carved stone bench. ❝ Do you like it here? I’ve never been anywhere else. Father would die before he let me travel anywhere. I imagine it’s exciting, coming to such a strange and new place. Especially one as marvelous as this. ❞
some modern au headcanons: for a long time the only thing viserys knew how to cook was grilled cheese. so he’d make it for himself in the middle of the night all the time dany, however, really likes cooking, and ended up teaching her brother a few things and they cook together quite often, especially in the early hours of the morning, when they sneak out of bed and down to the kitchen but when vis is drunk he really can only make grilled cheese. but sometimes he tries to fancy it up. by spreading caviar on it. and then eating it while crying about grey’s anatomy
BUT WHAT IF VISERYS AND DANY WERE TWINS
