Roses & Violets (Daeron "The Drunken" Targaryen)
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Daeron Targaryen x Tyrell!oc
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: arranged marriage; strangers to lovers; some angst, fluff, smut in later chapters; soft!daeron; sad and drunk daeron but oc will love him the way he deserves; 3rd person pov
𝐚/𝐧: hii, i originally started writing this story on tumblr in february but then i lacked the motivation to continue so i'm posting it here too to boost my mood to continue writing! :D This is literally my first time writing fanfiction, i'm too obsessed with this drunk targaryen boy so i decided to write a (hopefully!!!) multi-chapter fic for him! :) some parts of the story will follow the plot of akotsk but obviously it's canon divergent. pics and divider from pinterest.
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𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘈 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘹 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦. 𝘜𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦.
𝘔𝘺𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘛𝘺𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘺𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘈 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳: 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴
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