MY PLOTBUNNY BRAIN IDEAS

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON X ENCANTO (Disney Movie)

(NOT CANON COMPLIANT, AND TIMELINE IS WACKY SO...)

The King and the Crown Princess have come to a clash right in front of the court, right out in public. Screaming at one another, because the King must put the realm first and what was he to do when his beloved daughter is the one sowing discord in the realm? Mad from anger, the princess does not back down and refuses to bow her head as she was his heir, and every moment since she was born, she has been doing her best and has proven she is best, to these people who only looked down on her for her sex. 

"YOU WILL WED LAENOR OF HOUSE VELARYON!" 

"SO I CAN BE THE REMEDY TO YOUR POLITICAL HEADACE?"

"YOU ARE MY POLITICAL HEADACHE!"

Green. Rhaenyra has been seeing green, here or there, and it's only a small thing right now, but Rhaenyra can see the sharp ends. The thorns. The fangs and claws. The eyes that was full of green. Green. Green.

Green was good, she thinks with a small but growing headache, the green of a boy with dark curls and green in his eyes. 

But not this growing tower of green.

"THEN WHAT ABOUT YOUR DUTY AS KING? WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH THE VULTURES SITTING ON YOUR THRONE?  THAT WHORE YOU CALL YOUR WIFE?"

"OTTO HIGHTOWER HAS SERVED TWO KINGS LOYALLY, AND YOU WILL NOT CALL ALICENT OF THAT, RHAENYRA!"

"THEY WISH TO PUT AEGON ON THE THRONE! THEY WISH TO PUT YOUR SON ON THE THRONE!"

"AND I WILL IF YOU STILL REFUSE TO STAY AWAY FROM DAEMON!"

Rhaenyra Targaryen stops.

And she pleads.

"He loves me." She says, "and I love him as you loved Mother. Father, please, listen to me. Listen to Daemon. He loves you. He loves me. We love each other very much. Laenor loves another, and I will take no man as my husband if they are not Daemon. I swear this all to be true,  I swear on Mother."

She has tears down her cheeks. On her knees, on her floors, as she begs her father while clinging onto his robes just like when she was achild crying out for him to pick her up.

"Otto Hightower lies. Alicent does not love you. Both of their eyes are full of greed, and they have their eyes set on the throne. They wish to put Aegon on the throne, Father. Their lies about Daemon and of me, are all lies!"

"He wants the throne, Rhaenyra." He says, firm and cold "Wed Laenor Velaryon. Stay away from Daemon. Do your duty as the heir of this realm, and stop this nonsense of my Hand and of the Queen."

"We are a family." Viserys says.

Snap.

Rhaenyra stares up at her father, but her eyes are cloudy and dazed with a lifetime of memories flashing before her eyes.

A lifetime memory of a widow who had raised a family, and then a village. A leader, a protector and a provider, and most important of all, a mother and grandmother to her family.

A miracle blessed onto them with her husband's sacrifice. 

Family.

The Madrigal Family.

"Rhaenyra?" 

Rhaenyra looks back, and sees her uncle. The man she loves deeply, whose soul calls out to her own and vice versa, ever since she has met him. 

The same eyes as hers, but the look in them is so familiar even though she has lost him for so many decades.

"Pedro?" she whispers to the man who she calls uncle in this life.

He reached out to her

"Alma-"

The knights block him, tried to drag him away from her, tried to tear him away from her.

"-banished to the-"

She will not lose him again.

"I relinquish my title as heir to my brother, Aegon"

with those words, she has everyone frozen in shock.

They couldn't believe it.

Rhaenyra grabbed a dying candle that was near her, and walked closer to her uncle, the man she loves, her soulmate, and the man she will call husband once more.

Throughout her life, she has tried so hard to prove she was deserving of the title as Heir to the Realm. And she had proven she was best at times even if she made mistakes. But it didn't matter that she was a dragon. That she was named Heir, the only child of the King and the Late Queen. They will forever doubt her abilities. They will always look at the boy holding on his mother's green skirts. They will always listen to the towers over her. They will always try to tear her apart and drag her down. 

She didn't matter to these people.

She didn't matter to this man who calls himself her father.

Not when he refuses to listen to her, believe in her. Not when he had driven her mother to death just so he can have his son. Not when he chose his young wife and their three children over her. Not when he would choose everyone in this court over her.

And Rhaenyra Targaryen, once Alma Madrigal, knows that isn't what you do to family.

She would know. She had made the same mistakes to her family just like her Father did to her.

"Rhaenyra!"

She stops before Daemon Targaryen.

A dying, small candle between them.

"I relinquish my rights and my title as Heir to my brother, Aegon" her eyes did not leave Pedro's "in exchange for that, I will take this man before me as my husband. He will take me as his wife. Our children will never sit on the throne, nor will their children's children. In exchange, we are free to do as we please, free to act without the hold of the crown over our heads."

"Rhaenyra," Daemon's eyes are uncertain, scared, but hopeful and yearning when his one hand caresses her cheek while the other joins her hold on the candle between them "are you sure you of this?"

"I have never been more sure of anything in this life" she grins.

And in front of everybody in this damned court, they married themselves.

"In the name of the Old, the New, and the Valyrian Gods, with all of you as our witness, I, Rhaenyra/Daemon Targaryen," they both chant, eyes never leaving each other, Rhaenyra/Alma leaning into Daemon's/Pedro's hand, with their other hands holding the dying candle together in between them " take you, Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen, to be my husband/wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, and even when death do us part."

The candle's flame grows brighter in between them, the candle rebuilding itself into a perfect, seemingly newly made candle that just looked like the candle Pedro had given to Alma when they were so young. Both smile, ignoring the mayhem in the court and the loud roaring of the dragons. They both feel the magic returning to them both, and settling into the candle.

"I always wanted to go travelling."

Daemon grinned down at her mischievously "Essos has beautiful weather at this point of the year, would you like to go there, my wife?"

"I would love to, husband."

And both immediately make a pretty easy escape from everyone in King's Landing, vanishing with their dragons as if they were ghosts.

King Viserys I Targaryen did not actually disinherit Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen from being Crown Heir, despite having three children with Queen Alicent Hightower. With the help of his cousin and the children of House Targaryen and Velaryon, they would always go out and search for the missing Targaryens that wedded themselves in King Landing's Court before vanishing without a trace.

Caraxes and Syrax were not seen by anyone. Silver-haired and purple eyes are common facial features to be found throughout Essos. The other dragons either failed to track them down or refused to track them down. 

They were never to be found again... unless they wanted to be found.

"YOU GUYS ARE BLOOD RELATED?!" Pepa, or with her valyrian name, Rhaena, shrieked. Long silver bright hair in a tight braid, flying behind her, storm clouds thundering over her head.

"This- this isn't really a funny joke," Julieta/Visenya says, pausing from stirring the pot. Purple eyes begging them that it was a joke, right?

Daemon or Pedro as he is known to the children, laughs sheepishly.

"Uncle and niece actually," Alma, who once was Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen the Crown Princess of the Realm, said before taking a sip of her tea.

More thundering and screams and shrieks of disgust and horror, with messy curly silver haired and purple eyed Bruno/Baelor, turning green looking like he was about to vomit.

"Mama!" Julieta turned to her mother, face horrified and aghast at what they've just learned.

Alma raised one pale eyebrow at her silly children, as if they haven't been educated on the weird customs and culture of this word.

"You shouldn't be complaining, you guys wouldn't exist after all if it weren't for us" she says.

"But-but Mama, incest?!" Pepa shrieks again, lightning flashing over her head.

Pedro laughed "Targaryens tend to do that," 

"Age- age gap?" Bruno asks, looking afraid at what their answer would be.

Both Pedro and Alma took one look at one another, and answered.

Three unaccounted trueborn Targaryen children were heard screaming, seen hurling somewhere in the world. Their parents laughing at them.

Of course, being the older one and the first one to reincarnate and recover his memories, Daemon Targaryen did not have a positive opinion on incest. When he first met Rhaenyra, he knew nothing at first but later on, recovered his memories and discovered of having not-so-familial feelings towards his niece. Naturally, he was horrified.

But then with the realization that his niece was his once-wife, Alma Madrigal, Daemon had struggled to keep himself far away from his young niece. His niece that was his unawakened wife. 

One would say to be more sensible.

But the Targaryen blood is strong and his soul calls out to hers. He belonged to her, and she should belong to him. In their past life, he was taken by the Stranger way too young. Was only able to watch over his wife and their family until Mirabel fixed their family and put them on the right track.

And his wife was the same as ever. Stubborn, stern and domineering woman she is. Who cared about the rotting, shit-smelling city and the realms that kept bothering them?

Thank the gods he had his wife back, that his children has him with them this time.

With the candle in their hands, Casita comes alive and follows them wherever they go. 

Encanto was wonderful, but in this life, they will take their time and enjoy their days travelling around as famil

He was also pretty sure Augustin and Felix will follow them in this world. They just needed to be found. Those boys were Madrigals after all.

And in due time, he will meet his grandchildren.

As for the other half of the Targaryen Family? Viserys can rot with his best bud, that bastard Hightower and his whore of a Queen and their Hightower children.

Daemon will enjoy his time with his family.