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rhaenyra-storms · 2 days

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(Very young) Catelyn, Edmure, and Lysa Tully <3

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rhaenyra-storms · 23 days

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daemon targaryen masterlist

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✧. ┊ ⁭DRABBLES

A drunken night

✧. ┊ ⁭ONE SHOTS

✧. ┊ ⁭HEADCANONS

#daemon targaryen x reader #deamon targaryen #daemon Targaryen headcanons #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen fic #hotd #got #asoiaf

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rhaenyra-storms · 23 days

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aemond targaryen masterlist

main masterlist

✧. ┊ ⁭DRABBLES

✧. ┊ ⁭ONE SHOTS

✧. ┊ ⁭HEADCANONS

Aemond falling in love with a servant

NSFW Alphabet

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rhaenyra-storms · 23 days

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aegon targaryen masterlist

main masterlist

✧. ┊ ⁭DRABBLES

✧. ┊ ⁭ONE SHOTS

✧. ┊ ⁭HEADCANONS

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen one shot #aegon targaryen fanfic #aegon targaryen fic #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen #hotd #asoiaf

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rhaenyra-storms · 1 month

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Princes Jacaerys and Joffrey Velaryon & Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen House of the Dragon: Season 2 Official Stills

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rhaenyra-storms · 1 month

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i’m team black all the way, but i will support my husband aemond

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rhaenyra-storms · 4 months

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what if i bring back thirsty thursday and fluffy friday… just what if

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rhaenyra-storms · 4 months

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Ewan Mitchell as Aemond Targaryen House of the Dragon 1.09 - “The Green Council”

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rhaenyra-storms · 4 months

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You can’t see me but I’m actually on my knees in front of him

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rhaenyra-storms · 6 months

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Ewan Mitchell as Aemond Targaryen House of the Dragon 1.08: “The Lord of the Tides”

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rhaenyra-storms · 7 months

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Thank you sooo much!! It means a lot to me that you enjoyed it this much <3

I love your writing and have another idea:

daemon comes drunk from the street of silk, is picked up by female reader because he threatens to wake up half the house. he had another argument with Viserys and complains that no one understands that he only wants to protect his family and doesn't want to sit on this fucking throne at all.

female reader brings him to bed in his room, listens to him and calms him down. she assures him that his love for his family is seen.

Thank you!

A/N: I think this is a very wholesome idea and it gave me enough inspo to write a small drabble about it

Warnings: swearing (but it’s daemon duh), angst

MASTERLIST | REQUEST

If Daemon Targaryen was known for one thing, it was his passion. He was passionate for killing, for defending himself and for enjoying the small pleasures in life. The small pleasures often included visits to the Street of Silk and more than just a few cups of wine, his lips sometimes stained red upon his return to the Red Keep.

Just like this night. If it wasn’t for your nightly walk through the halls to get some fresh air eventually, you never would have run into Daemon, just as he stumbled up the first stairs after entering through the gate. No Knight helped him, because you knew, Daemon didn’t want the help. He would deny it, the first chance he’d get.

You let out a sigh, heading towards him with faster steps. He was drunk, really drunk.

"Had a good night?" You asked him, raising your eyebrows as you waited at the top of the stairs for him to reach you. You crossed your arms in front of you, making it known to Daemon that you really weren't pleased with his behaviour. You've been friends for a while and you had seen Daemon during his best and his worst days. Today seemed to be one of the worse ones.

"What does it look like, my lady?" Daemon grumbled, dragging himself up the last few stairs before he stood in front of you, slightly swaying from side to side. "You look particularly beautiful toni-"

"No," you said immediately, shutting him down. You didn't have the nerves for any flirtations today. Besides, Daemon smelled of wine and the pleasure houses of King's Landing. You scrunched up your nose, showing the Prince that you definitely did not like the smell he carried with him.

"Come, let's get you to your chambers." Despite your disapproval of his late night activities, you couldn't just leave him here, so you put his arm around your shoulder and guided him to his chambers.

"I hate this fucking mad house," he announced loudly, a bit too loud if you were honest. "Daemon-"

"No. Let me talk!" He groaned, taking his arm away and continuing to walk on his own. "Everyone here is a fucking cunt!" He announced loudly, his voice echoing through the empty halls of the Red Keep. Your cheeks grew warm from embarrassment. He would wake up everyone if he continued to scream like this. And his words weren't nice at all.

"Daemon, enough," you urged him, taking his arm again and forcing him to walk with you. "You're going to wake everyone up," you warned him, genuinely concerned for the consequences it might have. Daemon had already caused enough trouble recently.

"I don't care if all of them wake up. Did they ever care for me? I don't care for their sleep and their honourable work." His voice had become angrier, his eyes burning with rage. You could tell something had happened. This wasn't just from all the wine he had in one of the brothels.

You eventually reached Daemon's chambers with him and after you had dragged him in there, which wasn't easy when he kept clinging to the doors, you forced the Prince to sit down in one of the cushioned seats in his room.

You would give him some new clothes and then make sure he got into bed.

After taking out some clothes from his closet, you handed them over to him. "Change and then we'll get you into bed."

Daemon only grumbled in disapproval but started to open his shirt anyway.

You turned around, looking at the art on the walls instead. You could Daemon undress and then dress again. Instead of waiting for you to force him, he wandered towards the bed himself, but you caught up with him to make sure he actually got in there.

Then you tucked him in, pulling the covers up to his chin and making sure he was warm enough.

He maybe needed something to drink, so you turned around and walked to the table in the middle of the room to fill a cup with water. No more wine for him today.

Just as you filled the cup, you could hear Daemon sitting up in the bed again. For a moment, you looked over your shoulder. The Prince looked sad, like something was weighing him down. The rage in his eyes had burned out, but a sadness remained. A certain tiredness.

"None of them really understand anything," Daemon started. This time, you decided not to interrupt and just let him speak. He was safely in his bed after all.

"They think I want that fucking throne when all I want is to protect my family. Everything I've ever done, I did to protect them. But my brother lets himself be blinded by all these adviser cunts. And then he comes to me to tell me how I am after his throne," he hissed, some anger building up in his voice again. "I would die for him, but he only sees what the Hand is telling him about me."

You let out a soft sigh, slowly walking back to the bed. Daemon looked angry, hurt. He didn't look like the strong warrior in this light. He looked like a man that didn't get enough love for the people he cared about the most.

"I am sure your brother loves you, Daemon," you whispered, sitting down on the edge of the bed as you handed him the cup. He slowly took a sip from it, before shaking his head.

"He does. I've talked to Viserys myself many times and I've seen him with you. During the better days. I am sure he is just stressed at the moment. His wife died, his son died..." you tried to explain. "But deep down, you also know that he loves you. And I am sure your family is very grateful for you."

You took his hand into your own, giving it a gentle squeeze. "And they know you would do everything for them. I am sure that they also know you don't want to steal the throne from your brother. It's just sometimes easier to assume the worst than to see that you have your own troubles, but would still do everything for your family."

The anger in Daemon's eyes slowly vanished again and he started to look more and more tired. Then, the hint of a smile appeared on his lips.

"I just want a thank you from them for once. I want to know that they see me trying. That I would protect them with my life."

You slowly let go of his hand, putting it on his chest instead, right over his heart. "They know you want to protect them. They know you're trying your best and you love them."

It seemed to relax Daemon again. He sunk further into the pillows, eyes growing more tired. He gave you a small nod again, telling you he understood what you were saying.

His eyes closed then and you knew he wanted to sleep. Or he needed to.

You slowly got off the bed, walking towards the door again. But before you opened it and disappeared, you heard Daemon from his bed one last time.

"Thank you, Y/N."

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rhaenyra-storms · 9 months

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THE GREENS Dance of the Dragons (129–131 AC)

To characterize the dark, turbulent, bloody doings of this period as a “dance” strikes us as grotesquely inappropriate. No doubt the phrase originated with some singer. “The Dying of the Dragons” would be altogether more fitting, but tradition, time, and Grand Maester Munkun have burned the more poetic usage into the pages of history, so we must dance along with the rest.

( dedicated to @kingsroad // 'a whole decade!' celebration!)

#the love i have for the greens #they’re all badass ok #hotd

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rhaenyra-storms · 9 months

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quick drawing after reading the first book 👀🐉

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rhaenyra-storms · 9 months

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You love her (feels like we had matching wounds) It's over (but mine's still black and bruised) Do you even doubt it on your lips? (And yours is perfectly fine now) (When you say it, say it?) You love her (feels like we buried alive) It's over (something that never died) You already found someone to miss (so, God, it hurt when I found out)

Conan Gray, "The Exit"