Yandere Targ! Men to his sister not loving him romantically (separate)
Summary: They're in love with their sisters; it's a shame their sisters don't feel the same way at all, but when has that ever stopped them?
Pairing: Dark!Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Dark!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Dark!Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader, Dark!Viserys III Targaryen x Fem!Reader.
Warning: Incest (typical of the canon), sexual content, possessive attitudes, toxic relationships, forced kiss, forced marriage, attempted rape and rape (Viserys), infidelity, physical violence, abuse, mentions of murder, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of children, threats against babies, alcohol.
I've had this in drafts since January 29th of last year, I'm a mess :'b (I wanted to add Aegon II, Maegor, and Aerion but I got lazy)
I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors; English isn't my first language and I'm very tired. Even so, I hope you like it, xoxo
Daemon Targaryen
Daemon and you had always been very close, you were born just a year after him, the small age difference along with the fact that you were both cunning and reckless brought you together a lot, even more than with your brother Viserys.
As you grew up you became closer and spent all the time you could together; you shared all the important moments together, you were each other's first everything, first kiss, first love, you two even lost your virginity together which made a feeling of entitlement and possession grow in your brother's heart.
Daemon even asked Queen Alysanne to marry you to him but she refused claiming that you two would be too much trouble together and instead engaged him to Lady Rhea Royce which infuriated Daemon to the core.
That same night he came to your chambers and asked you two to take your dragons and go together to Essos, but you rejected him telling him that although you loved him deeply it was not romantic, just like Viserys you loved Daemon as a brother even if you two shared intimate moments frequently.
Daemon let out a dry laugh at your words, so you only love him as a brother, huh? Well he's not going to accept that, fuck no. But he'll play it smart as always. He pretends that everything is fine and that he accepts what you said but in his mind he's already creating a plan for you to stay with him whether you like it or not.
When there was only a week left for Daemon to be forced to marry Rhea Royce, he came to your chambers with wine and proposed to toast with it for his last week as a free man; of course you accepted how could you not? You would never refuse to drink good wine and spend time with your handsome brother; As the alcohol took effect in your system you grew bolder and things between you and Daemon heated up pretty quickly.
Before you knew it you were already face down on the mattress with Daemon on top of you both stripped of their clothes as he fucked you from behind with vigor, one of his calloused hands placed firmly on your hip while the other painfully pulled at your white hair so similar to his own, the sound of wet slaps filling the room accompanied by your pitiful moans and Daemon's labored breathing.
“By the gods! What do you two think you're doing?!”
You turn your head when the door is suddenly opened by two royal guards and your grandmother Alysanne appears accompanied by some maids. The queen looks horrified and the maids cover their mouths in shock. You try to move away from Daemon but he pushes your head down, your cheek pressed into the mattress. He leans forward, still moving his hips, and you feel his hot breath on your ear.
“Where are you going, sister? Let them see when I put my child inside you. Romantic, don't you think?”
After that, everything happens in a blur: your grandparents' scolding and drinking moon tea. Despite the queen's best attempts to conceal what happened, the rumor spreads like wildfire. You end up having to marry Daemon to maintain your honor and avoid further dishonor. Daemon never stops smiling arrogantly; he thoroughly enjoys the marriage ceremony. He had made the right decision in bribing the maid to summon the queen and spread the rumor among the commoners. Now everything was in place.
Aemond Targaryen
It was no secret to anyone that Aemond had always felt a deep affection for you, his beloved older sister who always defended him from the cruel mockery of Aegon and his nephews; and comforted him when he felt sad for not having a dragon.
He had always been sweet to you, following you closely and going with you everywhere literally glued to your hip, but that didn't bother you, you just found it cute; but everything changed on the tragic night when he lost his eye and claimed Vhagar, the fact increased his confidence and gave him a delicious feeling of power; he was no longer inferior now he was also a dragon rider and not just any dragon, the greatest dragon.
When Aemond grew up he became someone much colder and reserved but his possessiveness with you had only increased to an exorbitant level, his terrifying aura scared away all your possible suitors since he always lurked around you which worried your mother Queen Alicent who disapproved of your brother's behavior.
Your mother, alarmed by Aemond's attitude, decided that the best thing would be to send you to Oldtown where you would be under the care of your maternal home, House Hightower; in addition to that you could spend time with your younger brother Daeron whom you had not seen for years, although you usually send letters from time to time.
When Aemond found out about your mother's plans he felt betrayed and a cold anger ran through him; he decided that it was his time to take charge of the situation, this is his time; it is time to take his destined place as king of the seven kingdoms with you at his side; His plan began during the ambush when he killed Rhaenys and attacked Aegon, leaving him gravely wounded and close to death.
When he returned to the Red Keep he announced the events to the shocked council; as expected they ended up choosing him as the new regent given Aegon's precarious condition; Aemond's first decision was to take you as his wife; your mother and the members of the council did not agree but he stood firm.
“Uhm, my duty now as regent is to produce an heir to solidify our claim on the throne since Jaehaerys is dead.”
“Eh... yes of course my prince regent... but it would be best if you and the princess married some lady and lord from other important houses... to have more allies in this war and-”
“And if we need more alliances Daeron and even Helaena can marry and if that doesn't work, then I will go to Vhagar myself to convince them; but I will not marry someone who would stain the blood of my children.”
Jacaerys Velaryon
Jacaerys couldn't understand why you didn't love him. He'd always thought you two were made for each other, simply perfect together. It broke his heart that you didn't think the same. The worst part was that it wasn't even because he was your brother or because you didn't find him attractive. No. It was because you were in love with another man, a pathetic nobleman from some random house who could never give you a life like the one you were used to.
You were too spoiled and unruly, too fiery. You need someone with dragon blood to tame you and keep you entertained, to keep up with you and make you happy. Furthermore, the man you chose wasn't the most faithful in the kingdom. Jace had seen the "love of your life" staring at her breasts and flirting with every woman who approached him. Every time Jace saw that, he clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms almost drawing blood, and he resisted the urge to hit him for having the audacity to look at other women when a goddess like you was by his side.
Patience is key. He had never been impulsive or hasty. He had to devise a plan to completely remove this man from your life and your heart, but first he let you spend time with him, let you fall deeply in love, so that his betrayal would enrage you even more, hurt you more, even though he hated seeing you sad or upset, you would run into his arms as soon as you felt that way, and he knew that your pride wouldn't allow you to forgive your "beloved" no matter how much you loved him.
One day, when he overheard them both talking about marriage and children, he knew it was time to act. He couldn't allow you to marry someone like that man, much less have his children. No, no. He went to the trouble of going to the Silk Streets and finding a prostitute to pretend to be a foreign noblewoman and seduce your beloved lover. His master plan unfolded perfectly during one of the banquets. The woman approached your lover and got him drunk. She took him out of the hall and led him to the agreed-upon room. Then he sent a maid to bring you to that room so you could witness him having sex with the woman
Your shock lasted only a second. Handmaids had to restrain you before you furiously approached the source of your anger, hurling all sorts of insults at them and swearing you would throw them both to your dragon to be devoured. They took you to your chambers before you could cause a bigger scene. When he went to see you, he found you crying, cursing your former lover and yourself. Jace couldn't bear to see you like this and came to you, enveloping you in a warm embrace and allowing you to cry on his chest while he gently stroked your hair and spoke to you softly.
“Shhh, don't cry, sweet sister. That man doesn't deserve your tears, much less your love and affection... he could never have loved you as you deserve.”
You pull away from him and look at him with teary eyes. He dries your tears with his thumb and leans in, gently kissing your lips. When you don't pull away, he takes it as approval. He puts his hand in your hair and tilts your head to deepen the kiss. His warm tongue explores the wet cavern of your mouth. His other hand travels to the back of your corset. His fingers pull the lace, loosening the knot and the bodice. He breaks the kiss. You both breathe heavily. His swollen lips travel to your neck, leaving wet kisses before moving up to murmur in your ear.
“I promise to make you the happiest woman in the seven kingdoms, you and our future children, just... don't ever push me away again, sweet sister.”
Viserys Targaryen
At first, you didn't mind spending time with your older brother Viserys. As children, he was charming and a good brother to you. But when you were forced to flee King's Landing, far from everything you knew, and with your mother's death, he began to change. He became more resentful, paranoid, and cruel.
As time passed, his hatred for the Lannisters and the Baratheons grew, as did his lust for power and his desire for the throne... and for you. Since you were children, Viserys had made it clear that you were his and that one day he would kill the traitorous pigs who betrayed his family, take the throne, and you would be by his side as his queen and wife, the mother of his children.
Viserys became jealous easily when your attention was given to others other than him. He had struck Daenerys countless times for "stealing" your attention and threatened to strike you as well when you tried to defend her. Even though the three of you had your own rooms in Pentos, he often insisted on sharing your bed. He liked to touch you without permission, though he never went very far thanks to Illyrio, who kept him in check. Although Viserys hated him, he couldn't risk offending his host; it infuriated him that you rejected his "love" and sought Illyrio's protection.
When Daenerys was betrothed to Khal Drogo with the promise of an army, you comforted your frightened younger sister and tried to convince Viserys not to do it, that Dany was just a child and that you would take her place if he wanted someone to marry Drogo. Your words only enraged him, and he slapped you so hard your lip split and you stumbled backward. He gripped your jaw tightly, forcing you to look into his furious eyes, his fingers digging painfully into your cheeks.
“You want to spread your legs so much for someone that you don't even care about doing it for a savage? If you have such a desire, sister, then I'll do it.”
Your brother grabbed your hair tightly, dragging you to the center of the room and pushing you onto the bed. You tried to escape, but he grabbed your ankle tightly, pulling you to the edge of the bed and roughly positioning himself between your legs. Your silky dress rode up your thighs because of the struggle. He held you tightly with one hand and with the other untied the drawstring of his pants. You swallowed hard when he freed his long, pale, erect member adorned with white hair at the base. That was one of the most painful nights of your life; you could never forget it even if you wanted to.
Shortly after that, your sister married Khal Drogo. You were forced to endure it and stay by your brother's side at all times. Viserys spent his time complaining about the "wildlings" who didn't respect him. You had to share a tent with him, bathe him, and be intimate with him. Even though Dany told you that you could have your own tent, you refused. You didn't want her to know what happened between you and Viserys; it was... shameful. Viserys had threatened to tell everyone if you didn't obey him.
In the end, you revealed the truth when the furious Viserys stormed into Khal Drogo's tent and threatened Dany and her unborn child. Even though your brother was an idiot, you didn't want him to die. When they restrained him, you ended up begging and pleading with them not to kill the father of your child. With Dany's help (thanks to her affection for you), the Khal decided to let Viserys go, but not before a beating. You had to tend to his wounds while he insulted and berated you.
“Damn savages, all of them! When I'm king, I'll have them all beheaded and their heads mounted on pikes for this! And you... how dare you beg another man?! When did I ask for your help?! You're lucky to have my child inside you... otherwise... I'd make you regret it.”
