𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚

Author's Note (A/N) :

updates are on Saturday's and Friday

· 𓆩❧ 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 ❧𓆪 ·

◇ Mature themes

◇ Blood & violence

◇ Injuries

◇ Death

◇ Grief & loss

◇ Childbirth complications

◇ Family conflict

◇ Jealousy

◇ Obsession

◇ Arranged marriage themes

◇ Political conflict

◇ Dark magic

◇ Strong language

◇ Romantic themes

◇ Sexual references

◇ Implied intimacy

◇ Pregnancy themes

◇ Angst

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐 — 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈

Morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, landing directly across Vivienne's face.

She groaned and pulled the blanket over her head.

Her phone buzzed.

She ignored it.

It buzzed again.

Then again.

With a sigh, she reached blindly across the bed and grabbed it.

Daeron: Wake up.

She stared at the message.

Me: No.

Three dots appeared.

Daeron: Good morning to you too.

Me: It's too early.

Daeron: It's 10:17.

Me: Exactly.

Daeron: That's not early.

Me: It is when I'm sleeping.

Daeron: Get up.

Me: Why?

Daeron: Lunch.

She sat up slightly.

Me: You're buying?

Daeron: Obviously.

Me: Then I'm awake.

Daeron: Knew you'd say that.

Me: What can I say? I'm a woman of priorities.

Daeron: You're a parasite.

Me: A hungry parasite.

She smiled at the screen.

Daeron: I'll pick you up at twelve.

Me: Where are we going?

Daeron: Lunch.

Me: That's not a location.

Daeron: You'll survive.

Me: Daeron.

Daeron: Vivienne.

Me: Tell me where we're going.

Daeron: Wear something comfortable.

She narrowed her eyes.

Me: Why?

Daeron: Because.

Me: That's suspicious.

Daeron: See you at twelve :)

She stared at the message.

“Something is definitely wrong with him.”

---

By eleven-thirty, Vivienne had changed three times.

The first outfit felt too dressy.

The second felt too casual.

The third—

She looked at herself in the mirror.

She changed into loose black pants and black shirt.

“Good enough.”

Her phone buzzed.

Daeron: Outside.

She grabbed her bag.

Me: I'm coming.

Daeron: Hurry up, grandma.

Me: I'm going to make you pay for lunch.

Daeron: You were already planning on that.

Me: Correct.

When she walked outside, Daeron was leaning against his car.

He looked at her.

Then at his watch.

“You're late.”

She stopped.

“I'm exactly on time.”

“You're twelve minutes late.”

“That's basically early.”

He stared at her.

“That's not how time works.”

“It's how my time works.”

Daeron opened the passenger door.

“Get in.”

She climbed inside.

He shut the door and walked around to the driver's side.

The moment he got in, she looked at him suspiciously.

“So.”

“So?”

“Where are we actually going?”

“Lunch.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Because we're getting lunch.”

“Then why did you tell me to wear something comfortable?”

Daeron started the car.

“Because I care about your comfort.”

She stared at him.

“You're lying.”

“I'm hurt.”

“You're a terrible liar.”

“I'm actually an excellent liar.”

“You told me you were sick last week because you didn't want to go to class.”

“I was emotionally sick.”

She burst out laughing.

“That's not a thing.”

“It was that morning.”

“You're unbelievable.”

“Thank you.”

“That wasn't a compliment.”

“I chose to take it as one.”

She shook her head, smiling.

After a few minutes, she noticed the route.

“Wait.”

Daeron glanced at her.

“What?”

“This isn't the way to any restaurant.”

the familiar streets of the restaurant disappeared behind us.

“Very observant.”

“Daeron.”

“Vivienne.”

“Where are we going?”

“My dad's gym.”

She stared at him.

“Your dad's boxing gym?”

He simply nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world. My stomach gave a strange little flip. I had heard plenty about Maekar Targaryen, but I had never actually met him. Suddenly, the thought of walking into that gym and meeting him for the first time made me feel a lot more nervous than I wanted to admit.

“Yep.”

“You said lunch.”

“There is a restaurant five minutes away.”

“So we're going to the gym first?”

“Correct.”

“You deliberately lied to me.”

I stared at Daeron in disbelief he laughed, trying to explain himself, but I wasn't having it. I had dressed for dinner, not a gym, and the fact that he'd deliberately tricked me made my irritation grow with every passing second.

“I prefer the word surprised.”

“You're lucky I like you.”

“I know.”

---

The gym was larger than she'd imagined.

The moment they stepped inside, Vivienne heard the unmistakable sound of boxing gloves hitting a heavy bag.

Thud.

She looked toward the ring.

Thud.

Daeron noticed her staring.

“Don't worry.”

“I'm not worried.”

“You look worried.”

“I'm just wondering if your father always sounds like he's trying to destroy something.”

Daeron laughed.

“Pretty much.”

They walked farther inside.

And then she saw him.

I had never met Maekar Targaryen before that moment, and somehow my first impression of him was him standing there after training, completely unaware of the effect his presence had on me. I knew his name, of course, but knowing a name and actually seeing the person were two very different things. My eyes lingered for a second longer than they should have before I quickly looked away, my cheeks warming. Oh, this is going to be a problem. He was intimidating, undeniably so, but there was something about him that made it surprisingly difficult to look anywhere else.

Maekar Targaryen stood in the ring.

He was tall and imposing, his silver hair cut short. His expression was completely unreadable as he struck the heavy bag again.

There was no wasted movement.

No showmanship.

Just precision.

Control.

Daeron raised a hand.

“Dad.”

The punching stopped.

Maekar looked toward them.

His gaze moved to Daeron first.

Then to Vivienne.

And stayed there.

Vivienne suddenly felt as though she were being assessed.

Not judged.

Studied.

Vivienne didn't mind getting assessed or studied by Maekar she loved the attention.

Maekar stepped away from the bag.

“Daeron.”

“Hey.”

“You're late.”

Daeron looked at his watch.

“By four minutes.”

“Four minutes is late.”

Daeron sighed.

“Good to see you too.”

Maekar ignored the comment.

His attention returned to Vivienne.

“And you are?”

Daeron smiled.

“This is Vivienne. My best friend.”

Maekar's eyes remained on her.

“Vivienne.”

She nodded politely.

“Hello, Mr. Targaryen.”

“Maekar.”

She blinked.

He had said it so simply that it took her a moment to realize what he meant.

“Okay. Maekar.”

Daeron's eyebrows lifted.

He looked between them.

“Oh, this is interesting.”

Maekar glanced at him.

“What is?”

“Nothing.”

“Then stop talking.”

Daeron immediately pressed his lips together.

Vivienne tried not to laugh.

Maekar looked back at her.

“How long have you known my son?”

“Since high school.”

“Where?”

“King's Landing.”

Maekar nodded once.

“And you stayed here for university?”

“Yes.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if committing the answer to memory.

Daeron noticed.

“So,” he said, breaking the silence, “are we going to pretend this isn't an interrogation?”

Maekar looked at him.

“I'm asking questions.”

“Exactly. Interrogation.”

“Daeron.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Go train.”

Daeron sighed.

“See? Every time I introduce someone to you, you scare them away.”

Maekar's expression remained serious.

“I haven't scared her away.”

Daeron looked at Vivienne.

“Yet.”

She laughed.

Maekar's gaze shifted to her again.

My eyes travelled over him before I could stop them, starting with his silver hair and stern face before briefly taking in the rest of him. Then his eyes met mine. I froze. Maekar was looking at me now, his expression unreadable, and suddenly I became painfully aware of the fact that I'd been staring. Heat crept into my cheeks as I quickly looked away, my heart beating a little faster than it had a moment ago. For some reason, knowing he'd caught me made me even more nervous.

There was the faintest change in his expression.

Not quite a smile.

But something.

“You find it amusing sweetheart?”

The word caught me completely off guard. Maekar said it so casually, as though he hadn't just sent my heart stumbling over itself. I blinked up at him, warmth creeping into my cheeks as I quickly looked away, suddenly far too interested in the flowers beside me. Of all the things he could have called me, I hadn't expected that one.

“Sometime-s.”

“That's unfortunate.”

Daeron pointed at him.

“See? That's what I'm talking about.”

Vivienne laughed awkwardly.

Maekar watched her for another moment before looking toward his son.

“You said you were taking her to lunch.”

“I am.”

“Then why are you here?”

Daeron shrugged.

“I thought I'd show her the gym.”

Maekar's gaze returned to Vivienne.

“Do you box?”

“No.”

“Have you ever watched a fight?”

“Not properly.”

Maekar was quiet.

Then he nodded toward the seats beside the ring.

“You can watch.”

I blinked, surprised by the offer. After everything that had happened, I hadn't expected him to invite me to watch him train, let alone fight.

“Really?”

I asked, trying not to sound too eager. He gave a small nod, and despite myself, a smile tugged at my lips. Maybe staying at the gym wasn't going to be so bad after all.

Daeron looked at him.

“You're inviting her?”

Maekar's eyes hardened slightly.

“I said she can watch.”

Daeron grinned.

“Right. Of course.”

Maekar ignored him.

His attention remained on Vivienne.

“If you want to.”

Vivienne smiled.

“I'd like that.”

Maekar nodded once.

“Good.”

Then he turned back toward the ring.

Daeron leaned toward her and whispered,

“I've known my father my entire life.”

She glanced at him.

“And?”

“He has never offered anyone to watch him train.”

Her eyes widened. I glanced back at Maekar, who was already preparing for his next round, then looked at Daeron in confusion. Apparently, Maekar never invited just anyone to stay and watch him. The realization made my stomach flutter, and suddenly his earlier offer felt a little more significant than I'd first thought.

“Really?”

Daeron nodded.

“Really.”

She looked toward the ring.

Maekar had already returned to the heavy bag.

But before throwing his next punch, his eyes briefly found hers again.

I tried to focus on anything except Maekar, but every time I glanced toward the ring, his eyes seemed to find mine. Even while punching the bag, he looked over at me between strikes, his expression calm and unreadable. I felt my cheeks heat under his attention and quickly looked down, pretending to be interested in my hands. Why does he keep looking at me? I wondered, biting back a nervous smile. Somehow, knowing he was watching me made it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else.

Vivienne looked away.

Daeron smiled to himself.

“Interesting.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“Daeron.”

He laughed.

“Come on. Lunch.”

Behind them, Maekar continued training.

But his attention wasn't entirely on the bag anymore.

_______

The gym felt strangely quiet after Daeron and Vivienne left for lunch. I watched them disappear through the doors before turning back toward the punching bag.

Vivienne.

I hadn't expected Daeron to bring anyone with him, especially her. She was a pretty little thing, but there was something about her that seemed almost too easy to notice. I'd caught her looking at me more than once, only for her to quickly look away whenever our eyes met. She would be very fun to play with, It amused me more than it should have.

I shook my head and returned my attention to the bag. She was Daeron's friend. Nothing more. She is not Dyanna.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆 — 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍

University was supposed to be a fresh start.

At least, that was what everyone kept telling me.

New classes. New people. New opportunities.

What nobody mentioned was that I would spend the first twenty minutes of my first morning hopelessly lost in Kings landing private university.

"You're going the wrong way Viv.”

I stopped.

Slowly, I turned around.

Daeron Targaryen was leaning against the wall behind me, wearing that infuriatingly amused expression I had known for years.

“Don't.”

His mouth twitched.

“I didn't say anything.”

“You were about to.”

“You know me too well.”

“Unfortunately.”

I rolled my eyes and adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder.

“Where are you actually going?” Daeron asked.

“History.”

He stared at me.

I stared back.

“What?”

“Your lecture is in the opposite direction.”

I frowned.

“No, it isn't.”

“It is.”

I pulled out my phone and opened my timetable, only to find that he was, unfortunately, right.

I sighed.

“I hate this place.”

“You've been here for one day relax.”

“Exactly.”

Daeron laughed, falling into step beside me.

“You're being dramatic.”

“I'm being realistic.”

“You got lost yesterday when moving into the dorm.”

“I was exploring.”

“You walked into the staff parking lot.”

“That was intentional.”

“Of course it was.”

I shoved his shoulder lightly.

He barely moved.

Annoying.

I had known Daeron for long, which meant I had become painfully familiar with his ability to irritate me without even trying.

We had met long before university.

We first met during our final year of high school, shortly after I moved to King's Landing from Storm's End City. My parents had relocated for work, and although leaving Storm's End had been difficult at first, I eventually found my place in King's Landing.

By the end of the school year, my parents had to relocate again. This time, however, I decided I wasn't going with them.

I'd grown attached to King's Landing. I'd made friends, built a life for myself, and, most importantly, I had Daeron.

So, when it came time to choose where I wanted to attend university, the decision was easy.

I was staying in King's Landing.

Somehow, despite everything, he had remained my best friend.

Which was probably why I had forgiven him for laughing at me instead of helping me find my lecture.

“So,” he said, “how's your first week actually going?”

I glanced at him.

“Fine.”

“That's a lie.”

“It's not.”

“Viv.”

I sighed.

“Okay. Maybe I'm a little overwhelmed.”

“A little?”

“Don't push it.”

He smiled.

“There's the Vivienne I know.”

I shook my head, trying not to smile.

We continued through the courtyard, surrounded by students rushing between buildings. The old stone walls rose around us, darkened slightly by the morning rain, giving the university an almost ancient feeling.

It was beautiful.

Even if I would never admit that to Daeron.

We reached the steps of the history building, and I stopped.

“This is me.”

Daeron nodded.

“I've got training later.”

“Again?”

“My dad wants me too.”

“You're exhausted and you don't even like it.”

“That's because you don't understand my dad.”

“I understand that you need therapy and your dragon daddy.”

He laughed.

“See you after class, Viv.”

“Try not to get lost.”

He gave me a look.

“That's your thing.”

I smiled.

“Exactly.”

He walked away before I could respond, leaving me standing at the bottom of the steps.

I watched him disappear into the crowd for a moment before turning toward the building.

I had no idea that morning would be the last ordinary one I would have for a while.

And I definitely didn't know that his father would soon become a much bigger part of my life than I ever expected.

By the time our last class ended, the sun was already beginning to disappear behind the buildings. Daeron and I walked toward the main entrance, talking about absolutely nothing important.

“My ride should be here soon,” he said, checking his phone.

“You want me to wait with you?”

“You don't have to.”

“I know.”

He smiled. “Then stay.”

I rolled my eyes but sat down beside him on the steps.

We watched students slowly make their way across campus, some heading toward the dorms, others toward the parking lot or nearby cafés. The evening air was cooler now, and for the first time all day, everything felt quiet.

A few minutes later, a car pulled up by the entrance.

Daeron stood and picked up his bag.

“That's mine.”

“Finally.”

“I'll see you tomorrow, Viv.”

“Tomorrow.”

He gave me a quick wave before getting into the car. I watched until it disappeared around the corner, then pulled my phone from my pocket and started the walk home.

Maybe university wouldn't be so bad after all.

Author's Note (A/N) :

Hey guys, I decided to make a little chapter nothing crazy just to add on to the story please let me know if you like it.

I decided to name the reader Vivienne I think it is better cause then it's easier for the writing. I am also going to give her a physical appearance. When I think of Vivienne I see a Doe/Bambi type of beauty like pretty long brown hair and round brown eyes. I also like her looking like a Doe because she's from the storm's end and there is sigil is a stag. Her parents are storm landers tho.

I was thinking she looks like this :

Since she is in uni, I think her parents aren't extremely wealthy but they have a lot of money cause they are workaholics. I don't think she was neglected as a child but when she came older money was always first and her second. Vivienne has a little sister so she wasn't always alone but her sister is like 14 so still pretty young.

I'm keeping the Targaryen features and the history. I want to add a lot about the dragon's and how the Taragaren mirror them and stuff like on hotd and akotsk. I think it's unique that like they resemble the dragons so I'm keeping it.

I'm going to add a lot more characters of the akotsk and blend them into the story. A lot of them won't change but maybe people like aerion won't be evil but like toxic for example. But the Black fyre will mostly likely be like the bad type of mafia and they will meet Vivienne later in the story causing trouble for Maekar and Vivienne.

Maekar is a widow and like in his middle thirties with a bunch of marklings so I'll also go into his fatherhood with his children. Maekar is going to be a complex character and he's not going to be toxic but probably very possessive and protective like how a dragon would be with his mate.

Maekar and Vivienne will be complex because of their age gap and both of their personalities being fiery. There is going to be a lot of sexual tension. Vivienne likes older men, she has tried dating younger guys or tried talking to them but it always fails.

Vivienne is probably a virgin but she's not fucking innocent she knows sex and she has rubbed herself off. I'm not making her oblivious so just letting you know. Vivienne is a fucking freaky and dragon Daddy too so be prepared.

There will be more ships in the future.

Btw I will use Pinterest and AI photos.

I'll try to post more but likely on Fridays or Saturdays.

Author's Note (A/N) :

• updates are on Saturday's and Friday

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𐀔ִֶָ˖ ࣪𓂃

⟡ Mature themes

⟡ Alcohol & smoking

⟡ Strong language

⟡ Grief & loss

⟡ Death

⟡ Childbirth complications

⟡ Boxing & violence

⟡ Injuries

⟡ Family conflict

⟡ Jealousy

⟡ Romantic themes