#daemon targeryen
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Baby Dragon
Media House Of The Dragon,
Character Daemon Targaryen
Couple Daemon X Reader (Targaryen Visery's Heir)
Rating Suggestive
Warning Uncle X Neice
I sat at the foot of Balerion's skull bathed in the flames of hundreds of candles. My hair was pulled into a sleek braid down my back, and my red textured dress with my decorative Valyrian steel dress Jelwery, the metal formed into layered spikes like amour across my shoulders and hips with filigree around my breasts. It wouldn't do anything to defend me in a real fight but it was dramatically decorative giving me the illusion of spines that glimmered silver to match my dragon 'Silver Star'. I watched the flames dance in front of me and I fiddled with my rounded Dragonglass necklace between my fingers in the silence.
I enjoyed the silence heard only my breaths until I suddenly jumped as arms and thick hands wrapped around my waist and he breathed down my neck his breath hot against my skin. I knew by the feeling of his arms and hands were enough to identify him but his voice hissed into my ear. "I'm Home,"
I chuckled a little a sly smile broke across my lips as I did my best to be proper even if I still teased him, "Ah ... pleasure to see you have returned safe and well Prince Daemon"
He tightened his grip, “What are you smiling at?”
"Can I not smile? I am happy to see you, home uncle,"
“How is it that the thought of seeing me doesn’t bring you to hysterics?” he chuckled as his breath tickled my skin,
"I admit the thought of seeing you does thrill me. It has been three long years without you." She answered, "However there years is a long time, and... You might say I have changed. And now am at an age where a princess cannot be in hysterics just because her uncle is home" I answered and I could tell immediately he wasn't happy, he didn't like my newly found confidence, he didn't like that he wasn't the one to turn me so hysteric at his meer sight, touch and breath.
"You've changed," He accused, "Explain."
"As I said I was pleased to see your return Prince Daemon. And yes while on some level I do indeed wish to... Throw my arms around you and rejoice in your return. A princess should be proper, should she not?"
“I am not your subject to act proper around. What of my wishes, princess? Do they not factor into this equation?”
"And what are your wishes Prince Daemon?" I wickedly smiled as I turned to glance over my shoulder at him meeting his eyes,
“I wish to hear that you will stop being so goddamn proper and act like the girl I left behind and have you melt in my arms like you did when you were younger, and kiss me without a care in the world." He growled,
"I'm afraid that is impossible" I chuckled slyly, "my father has spent the last three years ensuring my proper education and behaviour. It is no act. I'm afraid to inform you but... The little girl that would melt into your arms that you left behind is gone, father ensured she was replaced." I turned to face him fully revealing her dress, my Valyrian steel decorative armour and the necklace of dragon glass which took his attention and made him smile as it was a gift he had given me the night before he left for the war and the sight that I still wore it for him after all this time gave him a prideful smile as he stood in his red and black finery with his silvery hair cut short, "As much as our desires may be to do so, there are too many cares in this world to kiss you."
“Damn my fool brother… he has ruined you…” he complained in his frustration, “My gods what has he done to my sweet little Y/n…" he glared as he inspected me, "You're dress is tight, your spikey, your proper and refined,"
"he did what had to be done. I am his heir. A blushing stuttering princess would have no place on the iron throne." I explained, "I suppose I am... No longer your baby dragon," for a moment I let a smile slip through as I spoke the name he had always called me.
“I suppose you are no longer the baby dragon you once were princess… and what of that necklace? I gave it to you when I left. Do you still have the same sentiment I left with when I gave it to you three years ago?” he asked,
"you asked me to wear it always and think of you. I have never removed it since you left," I admit with a blush,
“And have you kept to the other rule? Have you missed me since I’ve been gone? Do you think of me every night before you rest your little head to sleep?”
"I have missed you greatly, I wear the necklace always and I think of you nightly as I set my head to sleep I think of ... The night before you left"
“That was quite a night… wasn’t it princess?” he smirked,
"it was... A night of many Impressive things,"
“Impressive huh? And how many of those many things still haunt your fantasies?”
"all of the things," I admitted, "Tell me Prince Daemon... How many of those things from that night still haunt your own mind, your own fantasies, has the thought of us that night... Kept you warm these long nights of war"
“That night has not left my mind for a single day… not a moment… nor has this foolish girl that had the audacity to grow up when I wasn’t there to keep her in check," he growled as he moved his lips close to my own,
"humm I did not wish to grow up. To abandon being your baby dragon. However, if you have complaints about the foolishness that grew up and now stands before you." I whispered, "Take it up with your brother. My father. The king"
“Don’t tempt me with that suggestion princess- because I know your father would take delight in denying me such pleasures…"
"Perhaps that was his intention? To make me his heir to train me to be a proper princess all while you were gone unable to add input. To deny you your baby dragon,"
“Do not tell me you have become so indoctrinated by his teachings that you do not desire the things I gave to you years ago Baby Dragon." he smirked, "You still want me? do you not?"
"what I want. Is not of consequence."
"Not of consequence?" He raised an eyebrow,
"I am a princess. Heir to the throne. Future of our kingdom and its people... What I want is not relevant. The baby dragon you once made your plaything has been forced away," I explained as I tried to move to put space between us, but he grabbed my arm.
“I don’t give a damn of your place, princess. I gave you this necklace as a token of my love- to be kept on your person at all times and I do not care what that fool brother of mine wishes for you- you are still mine- to touch, to kiss." He said as he stroked my necklace, "I still want you to be my baby dragon…"
"...he will never allow us our love. Then or now. He is disgusted by our feelings. He will have us sent to death if he ever knew we did so now ... Now that I am mature, that I am at an age of understanding and of consent, now that there is risk I could give you children. My father, my brother. The king of the realm. Will not allow this. As much as I love you and as long as I have loved you." I explained fighting back tears, I pulled off my necklace and held it in my hand as I offered it to him, "I understand if that means... I cannot have this anymore,"
“I would rather die than live a life without you, princess. Just as soon as we are apart I am filled with despair and anguish… no matter how much I try to put my feelings aside I cannot you are meant to be with me…" He said as he took my necklace and slipped it back around my neck,
"he will put us to death if we ever-"
“I. Do not. Care. What he will do to us… I just want you. I need you. I will have you. No matter what. and I will burn all of the seven kingdoms to be with you,"
"I-I... I know it is foolishness but..."
“But what princess?”
"Dragonstone." I blurted out, "... Steal me. Steal me from your brother. From my father. From this castle. From this kingdom. Take me to Dragonstone. your castle. Take us there on dragon back and make me your bride."
“Steal you?" he smirked,
"Yes."
"Yes, steal you I shall princess and take you to Dragonstone. I shall make you my bride. I will not live another day without you by my side.”
"you would truly do this for me?"
“I would do anything for you Y/n, my baby dragon. I… will not live to see you marry someone else. And I would rather die than not be in your life, not wake up every day without you.” He smirked, “If it means we have to run together to Dragonstone to escape the king and our duty…then so be it. Nothing will keep me from my love and future wife… not even death.”
I smiled and let everything go jumping into his arms wrapped my arms around him but he pushed me away,
"Ahh! Damn it." He complained before he removed my decorative Valyrian steel dress Jelwery, "You're too spikey baby dragon," he laughed before hugging me tightly again, "I will have you. I will always have you. I will protect you. I will cherish you. You will be mine. My baby dragon. My wife." He cooed, “Do not worry, princess. We shall be gone by the morning. The king will be devastated- but we shall be together. There will be nothing stopping us. Nothing to keep me from putting my lips on yours. I shall claim you now and forever.”
"I do not care for his devastation, I care only that ... This is what you truly want?"
“And what if it is? What if I want you and only you? What if I want to spend the rest of eternity holding you and kissing you? What if I wanted you to be the mother of my children?
what then princess? What then?”
"Then I will happen stolen!"
“Then that is what I shall do to you princess. I will steal my bride. That is what I wish for.” he looked into my eyes, “Do you wish for the same? Will you steal my heart forever then? Will you make me the happiest man alive and claim me forever and claim me as yours for a lifetime to come?”
"I will I swear it on the old gods, the new, the seven, on old valyia and the seven kingdoms.
“Then that is good enough for me- my precious princess, my baby dragon my beloved… I will steal you away and we shall be gone tomorrow morning. You will become my bride. My queen. My love. My wife, forever.”
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VISERYS HAD RHAENYRA’S BACK UNTIL HIS VERY LAST BREATH AND SHE DOESNT EVEN GET TO KNOW I AM UNWELL
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Rhaenyra Targaryen -"The Personal Guard." (Part 5)
Rhaenyra Targaryen x Male reader/oc
Summary: The barely known third son of Lord Lyonel Strong, surprisingly ends up becoming the personal guard of none other than the Targaryen princess, after an incident in the forest.
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I wake up thanks to the intensity of the light in the room and the background noise of the city. I shift a little in bed, feeling a weight on my chest and I open my eyes scared. But I immediately relax when I see platinum hair and know who it is.
So I relax back against the mattress, closing my eyes and enjoying the quiet of the morning.
But my relaxation is short-lived, when I realize that it is already daylight and that Rhaenyra is still in my bed. I open my eyes again scared and start to move the princess.
Y/n: Rhae wake up.- I ask a little fast, scared that somehow someone will find out what happened last night.
Rhaenyra: Five more minutes.- she murmurs, snuggling closer to my chest.
Y/n: We don't have five minutes.- I whisper stressed. -It's daylight and people are already awake.- I tell her, pushing her aside and getting up quickly from the bed. -They can't see you leave my bedroom, especially at this time of the morning and with the clothes you were wearing last night.- I assure her nervously, putting on my clothes in an fast and clumsy way.
Rhaenyra: Y/n calm down.- I hear her from my back and I turn to see her surprised.
Y/n: That I calm down? - I ask surprised. -Don't you understand that if someone sees you leave my room, they will be suspicious? - I ask her a little scared.
If someone sees or thinks they see the princess leaving my room so early in the morning and wearing the page clothes from last night, people will be suspicious and start talking. And that can lead to many more than negative consequences.
Rhaenyra: Y/n.- she calls me calmly, pulling the sheets aside from her body and getting up completely naked from the bed. -No one is going to see me leave your room, okay.- she assures me walking towards me at a calm pace.
I am only able to look at her with my mouth slightly open and detail every part of her skin. I can also see the amusement in her lilac eyes at its effect on me and how much she enjoys it.
Rhaenyra: Just trust me, okay? - she asks me running her hands over my chest until they reach the back of my neck.
Y/n: You know that i trust you.- I assure her caressing her waist.
Rhaenyra: Then calm down and kiss me good morning.- she whispers with an amused smile, before pulling my neck and joining our lips in a calm kiss.
We kiss quietly for a few minutes, before we break apart and Rhae puts her clothes back on from last night.
While she gets dressed, I put on clean clothes and my armor like every day. Once we're both ready, Rhae starts walking towards a wall in my room, where there's a drawing and once there she starts playing everywhere.
Y/n: What are you doing? - I ask confused approaching her.
Rhaenyra: My uncle explained to me yesterday that each room in this castle has a door to a secret passage and that these passages are usually hidden behind drawings like these.- she explains and I look at her confused.
Y/n: And if your uncle told you that as a joke? - I ask, looking carefully at the drawing.
Rhaenyra: And how do you think I escaped from the castle yesterday without being seen? - she asks me with a raised eyebrow and a smile full of superiority. -I just have to find the lever that activates it. Bingo.- she says and touches something causing the wall to move a few centimeters.
Y/n: Don't even think about it. - I deny avoiding her accusatory look and full of pride for being right.
Rhaenyra: I told you.- she gloats with a smile full of superiority.
Y/n: Whatever.- I downplay its importance by pushing the door and feeling a current of cold air hit my body. -Are you sure that this is safe? - I ask a little unsure.
Rhaenyra: Yes, no one knows of the existence of these corridors except Daemon, you and me.- she assures me pulling my hand to get me out of the corridor. -Now you leave your room and walk to mine as you do every morning.- she orders me and I shake my head in amusement.
Y/n: Whatever Her Majesty says.- I say with amusement and take two steps back to leave, but her hand on my wrist stops me.
Rhaenyra: I think you're leaving without something important.- she assures me with amusement in her voice. -My kiss.- she says with her lips pouting and I shake my head, leaning in to leave a light kiss on her lips.
Y/n: See you shortly.- I whisper against her soft lips before pulling away and seeing how she disappears behind the wall.
I just look at the wall with a smile, before turning around and finishing putting on the rest of my armor.
Once fully prepared, I leave my room and walk towards the princess's with all the calm in the world. I don't want to walk too fast and raise any kind of suspicion.
So as I walk, my head can't help but go back to the night before and remember everything that happened.
But my moment is interrupted, when a royal guard of the king walks towards me and stops just a meter away.
Rhaenyra's POV
I get to my bedroom as quickly as possible, taking off my page clothes and putting on my nightgown. I hide the used clothes in the hallway and quickly close the door.
I run to my bed, completely undoing it and trying to make it look like I slept in it tonight.
Once I'm happy with the result, I walk to the door to tell the guard to call my service so I can start my morning.
Once my service enters my room, they begin to make the bed and prepare a hot bath for me. As quickly as the bath was ready, I got into the tub and let the water run all over my body.
Before leaving my bedroom, they had taken out the clothes that I would choose today and placed them on my bed.
Once I'm ready for the day, I comb my hair and wait for Y/n to show up at my bedroom door. The weird thing is, it had been a while since we'd parted ways in his room and it was taking a long time. Or at least that's how it seemed to me.
My attention goes from my reflection in the mirror to my bedroom door, when someone knocks softly on the door, waiting for a response from me.
Rhaenyra: I'm dressed Nora.- I say thinking it's one of the girls from my service.
So I continue combing my hair, while I hear the door open and the noise of metal moving. That makes me know that it´s not my servant and I look towards the door quickly.
An immediate smile appears on my face, when I see Y/n walk through the open doors of my room and take a few steps towards me.
Rhaenyra: You've taken a long time.- I comment with a smile, but it disappears quickly when I see his attitude and the way he avoids my gaze.
Y/n: Princess.- He greets looking at the floor, I come out from behind the divider that is between my bed and the rest of the bedroom, and I look at him with a small smile.
Rhaenyra: Come closer.- I ask, making a gesture with my hand.
He hesitates for a moment, before looking at the open door and making sure no one is there. He walks to where I am with a calm step and I can tell that something is wrong by his frown.
Y/n: Princess, I have a message from the queen.- he tells me with obvious concern and my smile disappears again.
Rhaenyra: What message? - I ask a little scared, taking a few steps towards him and from his attitude I know it's not good.
Y/n: She wants to meet you immediately next to the tree of the gods.- he answers me with some insecurity.
Rhaenyra: And what is it about?- I ask confused and worried about her attitude.
He looks at me for a few seconds, then looks at the door and back at me. He quickly walks towards the door, closes it as quietly as possible and runs towards me.
Y/n: On my way here, one of the king's guards stopped me and informed me of the queen's message.- he begins to tell me in a hasty manner. -When I asked him why, he told me that early in the morning the king met with his hand and apparently he brought worrying rumors about you.- he tells me and I open my eyes wide.
Rhaenyra: What rumors? - I ask quickly, getting closer to him and holding his hand to try to reassure me.
Y/n: He hasn't told me.- He shakes his head. -What he has told me is what he has heard, but not in detail and apparently it is something big.- he admits with some fear in his eyes.
Rhaenyra: Calm down.- I whisper raising my hands to his cheeks and caressing them delicately. -I'm sure it's nothing important.- I try to reassure him.
Y/n: It's important.- he assures me with fear.
Rhaenyra: Most likely, she wants to talk about my failed tour to find a husband.- I say, bringing his face closer to mine. -Don't worry, I'll take care of everything.- I assure him standing on tiptoe and leaving a small kiss on his lips.
Y/n: But what if it's not like that? - he asks me with concern. -And if someone discovered you last night with your uncle, or with me? - he asks nervous and scared.
Rhaenyra: No one has discovered nothing, yes?- I assure him with a slight smile. -Everything's fine.- I assure him calmly, watching him nod in agreement and take a deep breath. -Now help me with my hair, so I can go see the queen as soon as possible.- I ask, leaving one last kiss on his lips.
I break away from him, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to where my mirror is. With some difficulty, he helps me gather my hair into a low braid, and in less than ten minutes we find ourselves walking the halls of the castle.
We walk in silence through the corridors, greeting the people who cross my path and trying to be as friendly as possible.
Once in front of the garden gates, I take one last look at Y/n and take a deep breath before opening the gates.
I go out into the garden, seeing Alicent under the tree of the gods and with a calm step I approach her.
Alicent: What happened last night? - she asks me with a shaky voice, as soon as I'm close to her and I stop immediately.
Rhaenyra: Why do you say so? - I ask feigning innocence and realizing that Y/n was right; someone had saw me last night.
Alicent: My father has made terrible accusations about you.- she answers with a certain anger on her face and I remain silent. - Were you with your uncle? - she asks me, although it seems more like a statement and that's when I realize what she means.
Rhaenyra: I...ah...hadn't seen him for years, we were having fun.- I count without really knowing how to start.
Alicent: Tell me the truth, Rhaenyra.- she says aggressively, walking towards me in a somewhat threatening way and with her face reflecting anger.
Rhaenyra: Your father accuses me of something? - I ask trying to maintain an impassive and confused posture, so as not to discover myself. -About what? From drinking wine? Going out at night? - I ask with some sarcasm.
Alicent: From fucking Daemon in a brothel.- she responds directly with anger and a certain disgust in her voice.
I stay silent, processing what my old best friend just said and thinking about how to get out of this situation. Because even if nothing happened with my uncle last night except an unwanted kiss, I did sleep with someone and no one can know that.
Rhaenyra: But what? What a vile accusation.- I defend myself contracting my face in offense.
Alice: Really? The Targaryens have strange customs.- she spits at me with poison. -And Daemon knows no limits.- she points out and I know that in the latter she is right.
Rhaenyra: Alicent, your highness, sister, you know that I would never...never do it, it's just gossip.- I plead with a slightly broken voice, approaching her with some concern and trying to earn her compassion.
Alicent: My father is not a gossip.- she immediately denies in defense of her father.
Rhaenyra: Well, they will have deceived him.- I answer quickly. -He couldn't see such a thing.- I deny seriously.
Alicent: Why not? - she asks in the form of an attack.
Rhaenyra: Because it didn't happen.- I deny honestly, knowing that nothing happened with my uncle and that it's impossible for someone to see such a thing.
Alicent: They told him they saw you.- she comments quickly and that sets off my alarms.
Rhaenyra: How?- I ask confused. -Who accused me before your father?- I ask her with interest and confusion.
She remains silent, not knowing what to answer for a few seconds. When she tries to answer, she just opens her mouth and stops not knowing how or what to answer me.
Rhaenyra: I am the princess and questioning my virtue is an act of treason.- I remember her surrounding her and stopping in front of her back.
Alicent: I don't know for sure.- she answers turning around and with a softer tone of voice.
Rhaenyra: Hasn't your father told you?- I ask curiously.
Alicent: He has told the king.- she answers through her teeth, using an angry tone again. -I heard them.- she admits and I look at her with treason.
Rhaenyra: So you're accusing me of some slander you've heard.- I comment with pain for her attitude.
Since my father was promised our relationship disappeared, I no longer saw her as my best friend who was almost like a sister. But for her to accuse me like this for something she has heard hurts me.
Alicent: I just want to help you Rhaenyra.- she defends herself by taking a couple of steps towards me.
Rhaenyra: Okay.- I admit deciding to be partially honest. -We drank in a tavern, in several taverns. It was getting late and I wanted to go back, but Daemon wanted to continue and being my escort I had no choice. - I start telling her trying to sound honest and not see the lie.
Alicent: Continue... in a brothel? - she asks in a broken way and looking at me with pain.
Rhaenyra: We saw a play... and I was just watching. I didn't do anything.- I defend myself immediately seeing how she turns her back on me. -But Daemon drank too much and abandoned me for some whore.- I tell her trying to sound convincing. -I should have imagined it.- I whisper with false pain.
Alicent: So you didn´t...?- she leaves the question in the air without wanting to finish it.
Rhaenyra: Do I really have to deny it? - I ask her a little offended seeing how she shows me her face again. -Daemon has never touched me.- I say with all the sincerity in the world. - I swear to you, Alicecent. In the memory of my mother.- I beg hr to believe me, because my uncle has not touched me and I do not want anyone to think otherwise.
Alicent: It was foolish of you to risk that they could question your virtue.- she assures me, letting go of my hands. -The king has endeavored to find you a consort. Me too.- she comments seriously. -If that gentleman believed that you have been... sullied, he would spoil everything.- she reproached me angrily.
Rhaenyra: I know, Your Highness.- I agree with her. -I'm sorry.- I apologize immediately.
We remain silent for a few more moments, before ending the conversation and each one embarking on a different path.
I go back through the door through which I had gone out into the garden, meeting a nervous and restless Y/n on the other side of the door.
Y/n: What did he tell you? - he asks me in an accelerated way as soon as he realizes my presence
Rhaenyra: Nothing that I couldn't solve.- I try to reassure him.
Y/n: But what did she wanted to talk to you about? - he still asks with some concern, approaching me and stopping a few centimeters from me.
Rhaenyra: She wanted to talk about ..- I start but I'm interrupted by my previous personal guard.
Ser Criston: Princess, the king needs your presence in his chambers.- He speaks reaching out to us and causing Y/n to distance himself from me.
Rhaenyra: Now?- I ask a little exasperated by everything that is happening this morning.
Ser Criston nods and waits for us to move. I look at my personal guard and nod to let him know that we are going to get moving.
He nods me very subtly and the three of us head towards my father's bedroom.
After the conversation I've had with Alicent, I know that most likely he's going to ask me the same questions and the conversation won't be as "calm" as it has been with the queen.
Because although Alicent was clearly angry and has shown it in more than one moment, I can assure you that she has ended up believing me.
So if she has believed me, talking about it with my father will be noisier and unlike with Alicent it will be easier.
I have always been my father's blind spot and he has always spoiled me. So I don't think the conversation ends badly. I just hope we're done soon and I can stop running from one side of the castle to the other because someone wants to talk to me.
When we reach the doors of my parents' room, the guards who guard their doors open them and let me into the bedroom.
I take one last look at Y/n, before taking five steps inside and hearing the doors close behind me.
I look at the place, seeing the replica of the old Valyria under construction and next to it a dagger inside a burning brazier. I move closer to the brazier, watching the dagger and the way the fire caresses the edge.
I reach my hand towards the handle of the dagger, but before my fingers touch the object a voice sounds in the place and they startle me.
Viserys: That dagger belonged to Aegon the conqueror.- he informed me coming out of the shadows. -And before him to Aenar, and before Aenar... it's hard to know.- he says walking towards where I am.
Rhaenyra: Wow.- I murmured surprised.
Viserys: Before Aegon's death, the last Valyrian pyromancers hid their song in steel.- he tells taking the knife out of the fire, revealing a writing on the edge and offers me the dagger in stealth.
Rhaenyra: "From my blood the prince who was promised will be born and his will be the song of Ice and Fire."- I read what it says on the red-hot knife and I look at my father.
Viserys: The responsibility... that I have bequeathed to you, and what I have transmitted to you matter more than the throne, than the king and much more than you, and your desires.- he says with venom and reproach in the last part. -Jaehaerys would have disinherited you.- he assures me, keeping the dagger.
Rhaenyra: For lying? - I ask confused and a little curious about what he has to tell me. -You still haven't asked me what really happened.- I defend myself when my father starts to walk away.
Viserys: The truth is not what matters, but appearances.- he reproached me with some annoyance. -You have exposed yourself with your actions and we will both suffer the consequences.- he informed me approaching me.
Rhaenyra: If I had been born a boy, I could sleep with whoever I wanted.- I reproach him with a bit of anger. -Having a dozen bastards and no one in court would be unmoved.- I point out the reality of this whole situation.
Viserys: Right. But you were born a woman.- he reproaches me through his teeth.
Rhaenyra: That's why you will strip me of my titles and name Aegon as your heir.- I reproach him, knowing that it is what many in court and especially in his closest circle want.
Viserys: I should! - he yells at me angrily. -But I must keep the kingdom united, not show more discord.- he makes it clear. -There will be no more courtships, you will marry Ser Leanor Velaryon and you are going to do them without any protest.- He considers the conversation closed and I look at him scared.
Rhaenyra: The son of the sea serpent? - I ask with venom. -Now I am the solution to your political problems.- I reproach him through my teeth.
Viserys: You are my political problem! - he exclaims even more annoyed and then surrounds me. -Your marriage to Ser Leanor Velaryon will unite the two most powerful houses in the kingdom. Joining the strength of our dragons to their fleets, no one will dare to challenge us.- he explains from my back. -The house of the Dragon will remain united for another generation.- he assures causing me to turn to see him.
Rhaenyra: I'm not going to marry Ser Leanor Velaryon.- I seriously deny.
I'm not going to marry anyone other than Y/n Strong, much less after what happened last night. I will not accept being my father's bargaining chip and pay for what he did to reject Laena Velaryon a few years ago.
Viserys: You will marry whoever I tell you to and this discussion ends here.- he orders angrily.
Rhaenyra: No.- I deny, staring at him for sure, I'm not going to give in.
Viserys: Rhaenyra.- he growls annoyed. -You will do what you are told, because until now you have had all the options in the world and you have wasted them. You have not been able to choose, so I have already chosen for you and you will do what you are told.- he says emphatically.
Rhaenyra: You promised that I would choose and I have done it.- I throw into his face with fury.
Viserys: No, you haven't.- He denies annoyed. -We prepared a tour of several moons so that you could choose and not only did you not choose a suitor, but you ended the tour prematurely.- he reminds me with venom.
Rhaenyra: But that's not true.- I deny in my defense.
Viserys: What part of everything I've said isn't true?- he asks me sarcastically. -That you ended the tour early, that you came back without choosing a consort or the headaches that you are causing me? - he asks, getting more and more angry.
Rhaenyra: The one that i haven't chosen a consort.- I answer honestly. -Yes, I've chosen it, but you haven't given me time to tell you and you're already marrying me to a Velaryon to fix what you messed up by refusing Laena's hand!- I exclaimed angrily at him.
Viserys: I don't care. You will marry Leanor Velaryon and that is my last word.- he says, ending the conversation.
Rhaenyra: If you make me marry Leanor, I plan to get on Syrax and you will never see me again.- I assure him with all the honesty in the world.
Viserys: Don't threaten me, because I'll make them lock you in your bedroom until we have to go to Driftmark and until your wedding day.- He threatens me, pointing his finger at me.
Rhaenyra: It's not a threat, father, I'm being honest and I plan to comply with it.- I assure you. -And even if you lock me in my room, I plan to escape somehow and I assure you that you will not see me again.- I insist with sincerity and security.
Because locking myself in my room won't prevent me from leaving, since now I know the secret passages and escaping will be easy.
Viserys: You're not going to talk to me like that, young lady.- He threatens me with his finger.
Rhaenyra: It's not a threat, it's a choice.- I clarified with a calmer tone. -I'm giving you the choice between allowing me to marry whoever I want, or forcing myself to marry Laenor Velaryon and never seen me again.- I explained the options, seeing his pensive face.
He stays silent for a few minutes, processing the information I've given him and deciding what to do.
I just hope you take my ultimatum seriously, because I'm completely serious and as much as it hurts, I won't last to run away.
Viserys: Who? - he asks tiredly after a while in silence.
Rhaenyra: Who what?- I ask confused.
Viserys: Who is the consort you have chosen?- he asks letting out an exhausted sigh.
Rhaenyra: Lord Y/n Strong.- I respond with a certain amount of nervousness, because of how his reaction will be and what he will say.
Viserys: Your personal guard? - he asks, opening his eyes in surprise.
Rhaenyra: Yes.- I answer with a nod.
Viserys: Why him? - he asks with obvious fatigue from the whole situation and the conversation we are having.
Rhaenyra: Because he's kind, he cares about me and not just because it's his job, he's interested in what I like, he treats me like any other person and not like the heir to the throne, because he's intelligent and among other things because he likes me. He makes me feel loved, cared for and protected when he is around.- I enumerate as honestly as possible, seeing how the muscles in my father's face relax and take on a softer gesture.
Viserys: I guess a promise is a promise and I have to keep it.- he sighs, scratching his forehead. -I suppose that not having sent a scroll to the Velaryons yet is something positive.- he comments and I look at him with a shy smile.
Rhaenyra: Does that mean I won't have to marry Leanor Velaryon and I will marry Y/n Strong? - I ask trying to stay calm.
Viserys: Yes.- he nods causing me to let out an excited cry.
Rhaenyra: Thank you, thank you, thank you.- I thanked running towards my father and hugging him carefully.
Viserys: You don't have to thank me for anything.- he whispers against the top of my head, hugging me back. -But the wedding will take place as soon as possible and in my own way.- he assures me and I nod effusively.
Rhaenyra: As long as I marry Y/n I don't care about the form or the date.- I admit with a huge smile. -But I have a doubt.- I comment separating myself from him and making a serious gesture.
Viserys: What is your question, daughter? - he asks me a little more relaxed than when we started the conversation.
Rhaenyra: What do you plan to do with the vulture that perches on your throne? - I ask, referring to his hand and father of his wife.
Viserys: What vulture? - he asks confused.
Rhaenyra: Your hand.- I answer caressing one of the buildings on his old Valyria model.
Viserys: Otto Hightower has served two kings with loyalty and fidelity. - He defends him immediately.
Rhaenyra: He wants you to name Aegon as heir, and he's willing to do anything to get it. Even to spy on me to get me out of the way.- I assure him and i don't have to see anything other than how fast he has come out with rumors about me. -You tell me about the vision of the Conqueror and the need to strengthen and unite the entire kingdom. But how will you achieve your goal if your hand only watches over its interest? - I ask him with sincere concern.
Viserys: Any lord or lady who asks for an audience with me, my current and previous councils, all look out for their interest. It is something inevitable- he tells me without giving much importance to being used.
Rhaenyra: I disagree.- I shake my head. - I will do my duty and marry Lord Y/n. But fulfill yours as king.- I say to end the conversation.
After one last look at my father, I walk towards the doors of his bedroom and open them to leave his room.
I just hope he listens to me and gets rid of Otto Hightower, because all he wants is to come to power somehow no matter what the price.
And if I've learned anything in this life, it's that a person as ambitious as he is dangerous.
It is always said that you have to keep your friends close and your enemies even closer. But in this case, the enemy is Otto Hightower and it is best to have him as far away as possible, and without any kind of power or influence in the castle.
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Trapped in the Highest Tower - Daemon Targaryen
The Red Keep is a castle crumbling under the weight of secrets. Everyone hides something...what's a little more if it means you and Daemon can be together?
Hightower!Reader
Warning(s): strong language
“Set your political squabbling with Daemon aside and see what I, your child, see.”
“I see only that he is stringing you along, tying himself to you to get his sword closer to my throat! Do you not see how your base decisions threaten me and all I have built for this family?!”
As they fell from his lips, your father’s words echoed in your mind like the ricochet ringing of the bells outside of the Red Keep. A warning or a death knell, you knew not the difference. Coming from the mouth of Otto Hightower, it all sounded grating. Gratingly cruel too, when he narrowed his cold, grey eyes and furrowed his shrewd brows.
“By dallying with Daemon, you squander every opportunity that has arisen for your sister,” he pressed on, a snarl curling his hairy lip.
In the pour of poisonous accusation that dripped from Otto’s tongue, you saw your sister: auburn curls like your mother’s and soft brown eyes to match. Your father wielded Alicent’s sweetness like a sword, stabbing madly toward the Throne. Yet, he stood like the Seven’s loyal, infallible Father while he claimed that Daemon wielded you in the same manner. They dueled, even when apart. You tired of the blood and the ache in your bitten tongue.
It was your turn to snarl, to strike.
“Alicent’s opportunity or yours?” Otto’s stern features flinched before they fell completely at your rebuttal. You saw the battlefield was leveled then, with neither soldier holding any edge. You showed Otto that you had seen through his veil of good intentions, and he showed you his hand of spies, how easily he could work the brick of King’s Landing against you. Against you and Daemon.
Only the bare, bitter truth remained, and neither of you was quite yet willing to face it.
Wordlessly, Otto turned to leave your chambers, green robes trailing behind him like an emerald shadow. With the shutting of the door behind him, you turned towards your bed, trembling hand reaching for one of the wooden poles that held up the canopy. Your fingers closed around the dark oak as you gasped, desperate to fill your lungs and squash the ache in your chest.
As you wheezed, your fingers squeezed around the wood so tight you feared it might splinter. Your wild eyes watched the flexing of your knuckles before drifting to the sheets, the silky, black robe that sat atop them. Your father caught you post-shedding of the robe, caught you decked in peasant garb, your midnight rendezvous attire. Still struggling for a full breath, you looked down from your bed to your wears. Beige and grey that covered it, hid your well-fed form.
As you looked, eyed the tears in the clothes Daemon had scourged for you, a dark spot appeared on the fabric of your trousers. It was a tiny dot above the knee, damp to the touch. You rubbed at it with your free hand and only after a second spot appeared did you realize you were crying. Still trembling, you released the canopy pole and wiped furiously at the gathering spots of wetness on your knees.
The edge of your bed caught you as you sank low, legs shaking too hard to keep yourself upright. You curled on the sheets, rubbing at the fabric until your palms began to burn. So stuck in the heat that numbed your hands and in the sound of your rapid, ragged breaths, you missed the scraping of stone against stone. You missed how the candlelight flickered to make way for a shadow that crept toward your bed.
“You’re late.”
At first, it was Otto’s voice, another of his fatherly accusations. The thought made you stiffen, stilled your burning hands. Puffy flesh stung as you looked up and saw the true owner of the voice through tears in your eyes. Daemon saw you then, the streams that raced down your cheeks and the defeat in your brow.
“You are far more than late,” he murmured, softer than his first words. “What happened?”
You felt your upper lip twitching up into a snarl, your body still fired to fight your father, but smothered it by turning your head down. Through the blur of unshed tears, you gazed at the stone floor, the crack in the wall that whispered of Daemon’s secret door. He knew the passages well, and showed you the routes during a night out. How bitter that memory tasted now.
“Darling.”
Despite the pet name, Daemon’s tone was cold, cut-ice-smooth like the sheets you sat on. Yet, you still did not look back at him. Even when he knelt before you, his knees kissing the kissing in devotion, you did not look back at him. Only when two of his fingers hooked beneath your chin did you consider it.
“Tell me,” he pressed, fingers pulling you by your jaw to face him. When you met his gaze, he clarified his ask: “who did this to you?”
You saw only him, his lightning-strike-lighted eyes and his sharp features, the lines on either side of his lips that whispered of his signature smirk. You saw him until you saw his free hand reach out, trembling as he wiped a fresh falling tear from your cheek. The rough pad of his thumb brushed against your skin with a shocking softness.
“My father,” you murmured, “he knows.”
Daemon’s hands fell from your face, his own face unreadable. He remained knelt before you, gaze tracing your features as a hunter might carve the meat from a carcass. His hunter mind was thinking, setting a trap for your father in his mind. You saw Otto then, in Daemon’s narrowed eyes and scheming thoughts.
The bells rang in your ears at the sight. He is stringing you along.
“And you.”
“What?”
“You did this.”
In a rush, Daemon stood, walking away from you with his back turned. “What the fuck do you mean by that? How am I to blame for your cunt of a father’s-”
Then, it was your turn to stand. “You plot his downfall at each turn. Even now, you use my tears as an excuse to wet your blade and darken your thoughts.”
Daemon scoffed and set his jaw as he turned to face you. His long, silver hair framed his furrowed features as the strands flowed over his shoulders. You could feel his burning rage just as you felt the lingering heat in your rubbed-raw hands. His cloak did little to hide his fire and tensed frame, his large hands curling into fists. Yet, the look of the Prince filled your chest with a lightness that betrayed your words.
“Have you ever held feeling for me? Seen me as any more than a…a tool, a weapon for you to wield for the furtherment of your family name? You’re no better than him, my father.”
“Mind your tongue,” Daemon hissed, stepping toward you with purpose. He closed the distance he had put between you. His hands rose once more and cradled your face. When you tried to free yourself from his grasp, his hands grabbed at your waist and held you to him, close.
Close enough to kiss, and so Daemon did. His lips found yours in a fervor, desperate and wild. It was as if Daemon thought he could scorch your father’s allegations from your mind with his touch. It nearly worked too, as you melted into him. Your body leaned against his, your hands rising to his face to cup his jaw. Yet, just as you were about to surrender yourself to him entirely, retire the accusations that held you so, Daemon pulled himself from you.
Your eyes fluttered open and focused on his kiss-swollen lips before you found his gaze. There was no coldness in his face, only warmth. One of his hands roamed up your waist to your face to trace your features. Daemon dragged the pad of his thumb down the slope of your bottom lip with a tenderness that seemed beyond himself.
“You are my family,” he said, kissing you again, but softer. He pulled away just enough he could speak, his words pressed against your lips. “And I hold far more than feeling for you, darling.”
“Daemon-”
The Prince leaned back to look into your eyes. “Your father will tell no one of us, save for my brother, and Viserys is much too…preoccupied with your sister for much else.”
You shuddered at the thought and Daemon hummed knowingly, his hand brushing over your cheek in an attempt to soothe you. “My father sees Viserys’ grief as an opportunity, for his family.”
“Himself,” Daemon clarified, and you nodded. “And my brother’s eyes are covered by his Hand. He cannot see Otto’s true intentions and has trapped himself in the dark.”
“Yet, we see,” you said, hope in your tone. Daemon tipped his head in interest. “We do not have to watch. My love, let’s not stay trapped here with them.”
“Leave Viserys?”
“I would be leaving Alicent,” you said, and the idea made you ache. She was blind too, to your father. She was perfect for Viserys that way.
Daemon frowned, his face turning toward the floor before he leaned into you. His head fell against your shoulder and you held him close. His hair stunk of smoke and dragon, but he was yours.
“We could claim Dragonstone for ourselves,” he said suddenly, his voice muffled slightly by his hunched-over form. “We could wed in the way of my House, wait out the coming storm of succession madness my brother is blindly brewing.”
Daemon lifted his head and met your gaze. You held it, unwavering despite the thought of leaving your blood behind. In the night, you and Daemon saw each other, clearer than before. You leaned forward and kissed him; Daemon welcomed your lips and it tasted like a vow.
Inspired by that one Tweet. You know, the one that read: “The sluttiest thing a man can do is lift your chin with two fingers, brush the tears from your cheek, and say ‘Who did this to you?’ while trembling with poorly contained feral rage.” That one. Only, knowing Daemon, he would do that and be the one to blame…
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i need more fanfics/imagines dark daemon targaryen, as much as i love the cute and romantic side i want him to be a complete bloodthirsty passionate obsessive/possessive lunatic please isn't it too much to ask??? as far as in my head the same is a canon yandere
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Matt Smith is born to play Daemon Targaryen. The swag, the idgaf attitude, charisma and voice. He embodies him, even the small nuances and mannerisms that Matt does with his acting. I can't imagine anyone else to portray him.
And who doesn't love the way he says c***unt so passionately (maybe just me? lol).
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The Ménage à trois series
Part 1
Second one-shot - Playful delights
Pairing: Daemon x Harwin x Fem. Reader (Non Targ.)
Themes: Established poly relationship | Smut | Soft | Aftercare
Warnings: Kissing | Use of Aphrodisiacs | Mirror sex | Penetrative sex | oral (fem receiving) | Dom. Sub. Aspects | Sensation play (feathers/beard) | Cream pie
Word count: 2.2K words.
Rating: 🔥🔥🔥
Minors DNI | 18+
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It was a cold, wintery night that settled over Kings Landing.
People would gather around braziers and torches around taverns and inns, and yes, even brothels. In the manses, fires roared away in stone hearths. It was no different in the Red Keep, but in Visenya's tower, the private apartments of Prince Daemon Targaryen, things were heating up in a different manner.
"It tickles!" you giggled breathlessly as a soft feather glided over your torso before tickling your waist. "It really tickles! Harwin! Stop!"
Daemon chuckled before muffling your laughter with a deep kiss. His tongue warmed yours as it flicked against it. He cupped your chin, sighing softly when a sweet moan poured into his mouth.
And while he kissed you, leaving you breathless, Harwin devilishly ran that feather over your trembling muscles again and again, his own cheeks reddening with growing mirth and his eyes darkening with lust, his mouth aching to taste. He finally threw the feather to one side and let his tongue take over instead, groaning against your heated flesh and letting his lips and teeth do what his tongue could not.
And you could not help but moan deeply when his beard brushed over your skin. It was all good, so good. Daemon's soft lips plundered yours while Harwin's more callused ones left little bruises to bloom in their wake. When Daemon finally pulled away, it was with a smug, satisfied look. "Already a whimpering mess, I see." He took in your puffy lips and your darkened eyes one last time before getting out of bed. He went over to a little table and picked up a little black bag that he had procured from a merchant who had traveled from Lys. You had been ravenously curious about the contents, and now you were getting to see what it held.
"Harwin, catch." Daemon tossed something wrapped in foil to his second-in-command. He pulled out two more, undoing the foil wrapping on both. "Here you go, my love," he said, holding the sweet to your lips. "You will like this, I promise you."
You opened your mouth, blushing when your husband grinned wickedly. Daemon smirked as he placed the sweet over your tongue, groaning when your lips closed around his finger. When he pulled it out, it was with a soft pop. "Liked that, didn't you?" Daemon said huskily. You blushed but hummed and nodded.
And you sighed slightly because the sweet had an unusual aftertaste. It made you feel strange things—strange but very, very pleasant things. It made you feel hot, feverish, and very lustful. Your pulse scrambled, and your breathing started to shallow out. "What is that, my love?" you hummed again, this time as you felt your entire body heating with growing need.
Daemon savored the slightly tart bite to the sugary sweetness. His body started to react too, and right now it was screaming for him to take his wife. "I got these from a Lysene merchant," he fought for control, only narrowly retaining it. "It's a specialty of a pleasure house in Lys,'' he said. "Guaranteed to heat the blood. Make one do wild and wanton things."
"And here I thought my presence was enough to make the both of you want to do wild and wanton things." Harwin cracked a smile and teased.
Wicked humor lit Daemon's eyes as he said: "Something I have been questioning for quite some time now."
Harwyn clapped both hands to his chest, making you wheeze. "He wounds me," he said, taking on the air of a weeping puppy. "Oh, how he wounds me."
You snorted with laughter, laughter that died when Harwin captured your lips with his. Oh, how his kiss made you want to reach up and curl your fingers against his soft brown hair. Harwin groaned softly when your arms circled his shoulders and he propped himself on an elbow, to not crush you. He pulled away and moved lower, leaving soft kisses all over your throat, and your shoulders, playfully gliding over the soft swell of your breasts. His beard rubbed against your skin, pricking it and causing you to moan. Daemon came over and joined the both of you in bed.
"Open your eyes, darling," he said, stroking your cheek. "And take a look. See what he's doing to you."
You forced your eyes open and turned your attention to the beautifully gilded full-length mirror Daemon had purchased for the bedroom. You could only watch, speechless, your cheeks tinging deep shades of pink and red as Harwin drifted lower, to that soft patch between your thighs.
It felt like his blood was raging. Harwin hooked his arms around your thighs, groaning when he felt your hand get all bunched up in his hair. His heart pounded away in his chest as intense flashes of pleasure heated his skin. He took his time, running his tongue over your slit, his head swimming with visions of all the things he planned on doing to you. He pressed in deeper when you moaned, eagerly lapping up the arousal that dripped onto his eager tongue.
It was so beautifully erotic, you thought, to actually watch everything that flashed over your countenance: how your eyes fluttered whenever he pressed his tongue deeper, how your chest rose and fell with each shaky breath. Harwin would flick his tongue against your nub, then place his lips over your clit, gently pulling on it before letting his tongue take over again, making you moan softly.
"Louder, my love," Daemon cooed into your ear, his tongue running over the outer shell. "You need to be louder."
On the next soft tug you cried out even more, your body trembling violently when Harwin dug his nails into your thighs. He pressed his mouth against your heat once more, flicking his tongue against your folds again and again. You took in a sharp breath when your eyes flicked over to the mirror, your skin warming as you watched both men touch your body in all the ways that were so familiar to you. When you trembled again and half-choked, half-whimpered Harwin’s name, he pulled away, his lips quirking when you pouted. "Now now, my love, there's no need to be so bratty," Harwin mumbled, his lips quirking up in amusement.
You muttered something quite colourful and inventive, something that could make the bawdiest sailor blush. It made your fellow bedmates chuckle.
Daemon then helped you move to the opposite corner of the bed, so you could still watch whenever possible. He laid down next to you, propping himself on one elbow while Harwin draped your legs around his hips. The captain of the Gold Cloaks grabbed onto your thighs as he positioned himself to enter you. "Now look," he said gently. "Look in that mirror."
It still felt quite sinful, watching your back arch when Harwin sunk his length into your throbbing cunt. "Oh my stars," you whimpered on that first thrust, your eyes scrunching shut when his cock stretched your slick hole.
Daemon chuckled, gradually succumbing to the effects of the sweet. "Y/n feels so good, doesn’t she?"
"That she does," groaned Harwin. He was careful to never address Daemon by his name. You all thought it was too risky for him to do so. Harwin slipping up in the presence of someone like Lord Otto could end very badly. It was also why Daemon insisted on having his private rooms soundproofed. Why he and Harwin were careful about whom they took into their employ. No one wanted Otto sniffing around.
Daemon cupped your chin, turning it toward him so he could kiss you. His tongue slipped past your parted lips, his fingers gently digging into your skin when your moans poured into his mouth. Harwin knelt up and pulled at your hips, holding on tight while he kept fucking you. The sensation of your walls fluttering around his cock encouraged him to go a little faster, a little rougher, his pace only picking up when you bucked into him, matching his rhythm. His grunts deepened even as your moans were muffled by your husband’s kisses.
Daemon kept kissing you even as all sorts of sensations ripped through you. He ached for Harwin to be done with you, so he could take you over the edge himself. He slung an arm over your belly, pinning you down and stopping you from moving too much. A growing perverse feeling filled him with an ever increasing need to watch. Daemon pulled away again, angling your chin so you could see what Harwin was doing to you.
Again, it felt so good to watch, even if your neck hurt from the odd angle it was at. Harwin’s rich brown hair, now hanging past his shoulders in soft curls, gleamed in the candlelight. His muscles flexed every time he plunged into your heat, making your body buck into the sheets, drawing out sharp gasp after sharp gasp from you. You couldn’t tear your eyes away, not even when Daemon trailed a hand over your breasts, his fingers toying with one taut bud before focusing their attention on the other.
And Harwin was close, so very close. On another night, he could go on for much longer, but after taking that sweet, he was sure he wasn’t going to last for more than another minute. When he felt his cock pulse and throb, he pulled out and eased you back down. Lewd noises peppered the air as he stroked his length above your belly, his entire body trembling when he felt his muscles coil and tighten, his breath turning sharp and ragged with each passing second. He kept stroking his cock as he kept picturing the things he just did to you, his moans coming out ragged and harsh. It felt all so sinful to you, to see him pleasure himself like this, to watch his seed spilling out against your belly and warming it even more. Slow ripples of delight seemed to wash over you when you remembered the night was not yet over. And your body still burned for more.
Harwin took a deep, breath, then another, before dipping his head and pressing a tender kiss over your lips. "Do you have it in you to hold out a little longer my love?" He spoke gently as he moved out of the way, his chest still heaving.
You trembled and nodded, content to watch as Daemon kissed Harwin first before turning his attention to you. When he moved over you spread your legs for him, moaning softly when a callused hand ran over your thigh. No other words were said, or even needed to be said. Daemon slid his cock over your slit, rubbing the tip against it over and over, teasing you with shallow entries before pulling out again.
Still unsatisfied, you mewled, "P-please. P-please d-don’t t-tease m-me."
"Don’t tease you?" Daemon turned to Harwin, his eyes glinting wickedly, as if he wanted to tease you even more. "What do you think? Should I just do it? "
Harwin bit back a chuckle when he heard your whine. "Yes," he breathed, propping himself up on one elbow before reaching over to stroke your cheek. "Do it."
Daemon’s name simply rolled off your tongue when he filled you and buried himself to the hilt. He wasted no time, propping himself on one hand and hooking an arm around your thigh before plundering your body mercilessly. Harwin cupped your chin, dipping his head so his lips could plunder yours. There was no sense of playfulness this time. Daemon simply ravished you, his thrusts pushing you deep against the bed. You couldn’t think, could barely breathe. Harwin kept kissing you, sucking on your tongue, grazing his teeth over your lower lip, savouring the sweetness of your mouth. He then pulled back to watch the scenes reflecting in the mirror, Daemon grunting and heaving, your hips matching his thrusts, your lips parting every time you moaned.
Your eyes glazed over as your body responded in a wild, frantic rhythm. It was so good. It never stopped being so good. Not when your body shook as your release started to overwhelm you, not when Daemon buried himself deep inside you, moaning loud and deep as your orgasm milked his cock, and his seed spilled inside your clenching walls. Everything went blank for the briefest of moments before your body stopped shaking and you felt Daemon’s breath fanning over your cheeks.
It seemed like time had stood still. Daemon let go, pulling himself out of you. Harwin made himself leave the bed, picking up a small towel and damping it with water from a wash basin. He used this towel to clean your belly while Daemon dragged himself away from the bed to put on a pair of breeches. He stretched before walking out of the bedroom to call a servant. While he was away Harwin cleaned you up and helped you into a soft night shift, carrying you to a nearby table and seating himself with you on his lap.
"Something my valet put together from the larder," Daemon explained when he returned with a heaping tray of olives, cheeses, and cold cuts of meat. "I think a midnight feast is in order."
"And then a bath," added Harwin, holding up a glass of cool water for you to drink.
“And then a good night’s sleep," you mumbled as your eyes started to droop.
"Our lady has spoken," Daemon’s grin matched Harwin���s. "Bath and bed it is."
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What happened to Sunphyre
Hey does anyone know what happened to this account because they are deactivated and I really liked their fics.
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Me watching my shows: My babies 🤧
My babies being adult men, often villains or warriors.
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Bullet Train:
Tangerine in blue
Tangerine
Call
I'm a wanted man
Tan
Twins
Watercolor Tangerine
BW Tangerine
Lemon
Blue Tangerine
St. Valentine post
White Death
Vronsky
Marvel:
Wanda
Loki glorious purpose
Loki God of Stories
Wanda and Pietro
Loki in S.H.I.E.L.D
Scarlet Witch2
Pietro
Khonschu
Moon Knight
Scarlet Witch
Captain America
Gamora
Loki - The Avengers
Loki the Avengers2
Very very old Loki's portraits
Black Sails
Black Sails 10th Anniversary
Fire!
Everyone is a monster
What the targett Captain?
To the Urca's gold
Captain
Sea Devil
Flint season 3
We might be a friends
Before the battle
Flint
Silver with a parott
Flint BW
Flint season 2
Silver
Flint2
CaptainFlint
Graphite Flint
Flint
House of the Dragon
Black Qeen
Rhaenyra
Dragons love
Daemon
Fire and Blood
Black Qeen
Supernatural
Dean
Cain
Abaddon
Asmodeus
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Little Bird
Media House Of The Dragon
Character Daemon Targaryen
Couple Daemon X Reader
Rating Suggestive
Daemon counted in his head slowly without any of the words passing his lips, ‘1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4... 5... 6…’ and so on he thought until finally he arrived at ten. He opened his eyes and began his search, he started inside the chamber checking under the bed, behind the curtains, and inside the cupboard but found nothing. He continued checking the various places within the red keep but he was slowly beginning to become more frustrated as he searched. The prince grew impatient, yet he still found it funny how he was being bested. Daemon was amused and annoyed simultaneously. He was searching the red keep, wandering around the area, he even went through certain parts more than once. He was beginning to grow even more excited and impatient in his search,
“Come on out little bird,” he cooed but no answer came, “Come on this is starting to not be funny.” He said as he continued to call out never getting an answer his tone becoming less playful the longer it went on. “Little bird?” He called
He continued on his way before he reached the red keeps courtyard full of flowers bathed in the moonlight, "I know you're not in my chambers, I have searched every room. Perhaps you are amongst the flowers? Could my little bird have turned into a bird and flown away?"
Suddenly a small giggle came from the tall weirwood tree,
Daemon looked behind himself immediately and glanced at the weirwood tree, his eyes began to scan the base of the tree He chuckled softly at her game and gave a playful shake of his skull. “Little bird? I should have known you’d be up in tree. Come on down dear. Don’t make me climb up there.” he warns playfully as he goes to the bottom of the tree looking up to see his betrothal.
Y/n sits up in the tree’s branches in her long red dress, her Y/C/H hair in sweet braids, with a wide smile across her lips, “Do I win?” she asked kicking her legs playfully,
“Yes. You win. Come on down and claim your price,” he told her, “Come get your rewards,”
She giggled and climbed down the tree to his waiting arms as his hands grabbed her waist and she set her hands on his shoulders so he could lift her down and he gave her a sweet kiss, he kissed her deeply for a while still holding her in his arms her feet off the floor so she had no escape.
“I think that’s your best prize yet my pretty little bird,”
“No, still second.”
“You’re telling me there have been rewards better and more pleasing then this? Go on enlighten me?”
“Getting to be your future bride. Is still number one.”
“You are too sweet, I admit… I am looking forward to having my little bird all to myself,” He smirked, “Come on, lets get you back to bed.” He said as he carried her though the red keep and back to his chamber where he dropped her on the covers. She laid on her back giggling among the sheets,
“Hi,”
“Hello my little bird,” Daemon smiled softly down at her as he sat down next to her on the bed. The dark prince placed a hand on her right thigh and gave a gentle squeeze. His eyes remained locked with hers as he spoke. "I shall not let you go, not this time... Not after our game of hide and seek." Daemon brought his other hand to her other thigh and began rubbing them up and down her legs. "You have made me work to even have this small moment with you, dear little bird. I think that means I shall enjoy myself with you that much more. So please, let me have my fun?"
"...no."
"And why not my sweet bird? Is there nothing I could do to persuade you?"
"no. Not until or wedding"
"What? So I cannot have you now? How unfortunate for me." Daemon said with a smirk as he was still rubbing her thighs.
"it is. But you shall just have to control yourself my lord. Nothing will happen until our wedding night"
"Control myself? Do you think you can keep such a big man as me under control for that long, dear little bird?" The prince's voice was filled with a playful edge as he spoke.
"well it's the rules. Won't I've nice for you? To wait. To deflower your virgin little bird on your wedding night?"
Daemon laughed softly at her words. He was amused but his voice began to grow more sultry as he was talking about the wedding night.
"Such a tempting offer, dear little bird. To have you then and there. But I must agree, you are quite enticing, I would hate to take away from the moment of your wedding. So I shall hold off from taking you now, to make the moment of our wedding more special."
"thank you, but I'm sure you will not need to wait long" she cooed giving his lips a sweet kiss "did you want me to go? Sleep elsewhere tonight? So I am not .. tempting to you?"
Daemon laughed softly as he kissed her back, he did not stop for a few moments. The prince's voice was full of amusement as he spoke. "Why would I sleep elsewhere when I have a bed big enough for two? Do you think that I would send you away from me? Not when you are this beautiful and this enticing I would never want the bird to roam too far. You are indeed tempting but I cannot afford to take the bird so early. No, no, my sweet bird shall remain close to me, forever more."
she nodded and kissed him once more before she left the bed and moved behind a screen to change for bed Daemon watched her as she moved behind the screen to change, his eyes wandering over her shadows as she changed biting his lip trying to quel his dark desires, she emerged in a little silk nightgown and blushed the perfect picture of innocence "how do I look?"
"I think someone wishes to be taken by the bad prince. You look as if you are inviting trouble into your bed."
"trouble?"
Daemon gave a little smirk, and his eyes remained locked with hers. She was teasing him again and the playful bird was driving him crazy. "Yes, trouble. Or do you wish to deny what it is that I see before me?"
"I don't know what your talking about Daemon. Tis meerly a nightgown for bed." She smiled Innocently as she moves closer the white silk nightgown Caressed her perfectly gliding over her figure like a second skin even her nipples poked the silk slightly her hair allowed to flow down her back,
Daemon's eyes began to glance at her nipples, the prince was having great difficulty in his attempts at stopping himself. He wasn't sure of how long he would last. He would do his best to be a gentleman, but she kept on becoming more... Tempting. "You truly know how to be a tease my sweet little bird... Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"yes Daemon?"
Daemon took a deep breath in before speaking. "I know... I know there cannot be anything that happens between us before the wedding. However may I make just... One request?"
"well what's the request?" Her head tilted to the side
Daemon's voice was hushed as he spoke his request to her. "May I take a peek at what I can not have until our wedding?"
"a peek?"
"A peek, just a glimpse of what lays beneath that nightgown of yours. Is that too much to ask... My sweet bird?"
"...one look. No more"
"I accept the terms, my little bird. A glance will do, it is all I need. Come here little bird."
she moved to the edge of the bed within his reach his hands don't waste time tugging the nightgown up for a peek at her, he revealed her utterly seeing her large breasts bare nipples hard to the cold air, her beautiful body, her thick thighs, wide hips, and her perfect mount and pussy, She blushed at him seeing her and after he looked he all over she tugged her nightgown from his hands and pushed it down to conceal herself again and she climbed into the bed,
Daemon did not speak as he looked at her, his eyes tracing every inch of her once more. The prince was filled with a new found respect for his little bird, if she could reveal herself in such a way, if she was not scared of such intimacy... The prince had never looked at any woman with such devotion, such lust, as he was currently looking at her.
"Tell me, have you truly taken no one else before me? Were you telling the truth about being a maiden?"
"my Maidenhead has never been touched" she smiled, "May I ask something?"
"Go ahead my sweet bird, you may ask me anything."
"did you like the sight of me? Your peek?'
"Would you like me to be blunt with my answer? There is nothing that I could say in response to that question that would truly express how much I liked what I saw."
"you may be as blunt as needed"
"To be blunt, the sight of you was absolutely wonderful, I enjoyed every single second of it. You are a rare woman, truly, a woman that I would fight all the kingdoms in order to have. I have never seen anyone so beautiful, my little bird, and I don't think I ever will. That is merely the truth of it." Daemon spoke truthfully the prince's voice filled with admiration as he talked about her. The prince was not lying in anyway, if anything, he was underselling how much he enjoyed it.
"may I ask? Which... Part of me fascinated you the most?"
"I would have to say you are the most perfect thing I have ever seen. Every part of you fascinates me. If I were to choose a favourite, I would probably say your cunt has my attention the most."
"Really? Why?"
"Humm the thought that soon I shall have it as my own. I shall be able to touch it, kiss it, burry myself in it. That it will grow my children and pleasure me endlessly. I can't help but he fascinated by it my little bird." He smirked "I have a rather large appetite my little bird, but I shall hold back in order to satisfy you. You are indeed a very tempting bird, I will keep my promise, I shall have as much of your body as you want me to after the wedding. May I ask for another favor?"
"yes Daemon?"
"My sweet little bird, may I ask you to please come closer to me, may I ask you to please come and sit in my lap. I feel that my lap may become your home rather soon."
"I have a better idea,"
"Would you care to share this idea of yours then my little bird?"
She smiled and pulled him to lay flat on the bed she happily laid down setting her head on his chest her hand on his stomach, "I would love to sit in your lap Daemon but it's late and we're all ready for bed. I worry I will fall asleep but this is acceptable isn't it? A nice cuddle till we fall asleep?"
"If this is the bird's idea of a better idea, I think I like your ideas better than mine. It is more than acceptable, I believe I would love to feel your body against me every single night. Shall I say something that you might not want to hear though dear little bird?"
she nodded,
"I was going to say that I have found myself wanting to push the boundaries more and more as the night has gone on. While I am more than overjoyed at the thought of being so close to you, there is something I find myself wanting more and more as time passes."
"And what's that?"
"I want her to be mine, my little bird. I have been craving to possess you, body and soul every since I first laid eyes on you. Now I am more than ever."
"well soon I will be your wife and you may take my Maidenhead then. And then I will be yours body, soul. All ways"
"I know. it is just getting harder to wait my little bird." he muttered, "May I ask you one last question dear little bird?"
"mhm?"
"I know you will be my wife soon, and you have made me so happy. I could stay awake with you all night but... If I did that, would it be possible for you to grant the prince one single wish? One wish for his bird?" He cooed, "Do you think maybe I might be able to move the hand my bird has on my stomach now? but I had to ask because... I can not resist my own desire any longer." he pleaded, "Please grant me this, my sweet little bird."
"Move it?"
"Please, my little bird, I am not asking for anything that I won't get in the end. But, I am desperate to have this one thing from you. If I speak it, will you grant me my wish? I will ask for nothing more from you again if you grant me this."
She giggled and moved her hand down to draw small shapes with her fingertips on the bottom of his stomach, but he took her hand and moved it further down,
"Please dear little bird, I want you to touch me... to caress my... my..." he gasped pushing her hand lower and lower "Please... My little bird. Take your hand and... You know where I want your touch now. Touch me my princess... "
"Are you sure-"
"Please... No more talking... Touch me my little bird..."
"Yes my prince," she cooed.
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Fuck an ‘I love you’
I want a ‘We were always meant to burn together’
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Rhaenyra Targaryen -"The Personal Guard." (Part 6)
Rhaenyra Targaryen x Male reader/oc
Summary: The barely known third son of Lord Lyonel Strong, surprisingly ends up becoming the personal guard of none other than the Targaryen princess, after an incident in the forest.
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I was more than nervous. I never thought I would feel nervous on my wedding day, I always imagined this day as a dark day full of misfortune. But it was the opposite of what I imagined.
I had barely been able to close my eyes for more than half an hour, being awakened by the excitement and nerves of the day.
Today would be the day I would officially and publicly join Y/n Strong. Today I would become his betrothed officially and he would be mine, today we would unite as one in front of the gods and I couldn't be more excited.
The preparations for the wedding had been quick. Just two weeks ago I was arguing with my father about the unfounded rumors of his former hand and fighting not to be forced to marry Ser Leanor Velaryon.
And after two hectic weeks, due to the organization of the wedding, the banquet, the dress and everything that goes into the preparations for the big day. The big day had arrived.
In these two weeks my father put another personal guard on me and I hadn't been able to see Y/n more than passingly during this time. But today I would finally see him, I would see him walking towards me and at the end of the day I will be in his arms again.
Although I can't help a bitter feeling, when I am aware that I will experience one of the happiest days of my life and that my mother will not be with me on such an important day.
I would like to be able to live this with her, listen to her talk about how happy she is for me and telling me that she was right; like I did when I was a girl.
I would like to know that you are proud of me, for having left behind the negative idea of getting married and having chosen the best man in all the kingdoms. I would like to have her by my side to calm my nerves, hug me and whisper to me that everything will be fine.
But even though she is not by my side, I know that she watches me from the heavens and that she is happy for me.
Nora: Are you nervous, princess? - my trusted servant asks me, getting me out of my head.
Rhaenyra: Terrified.- I admit with a nervous laugh.
Nora: Don't worry, everything will be fine.- she assures me, placing her hands on my shoulders and leaving a reassuring squeeze.
Nora has been my personal servant since I can remember, always by my side and taking care of me. She was something of a mother figure, especially after my mother's death and Alicent's betrayal.
Rhaenyra: I know.- I nod, taking a deep breath. -But I can't help but feel nervous.- I admit, biting my lip, seeing my reflection in the mirror and realizing that I'm completely ready.
Nora: Nerves are good.- she assures me with a smile. -That means you care.- she explains to me without removing the smile from her face and I return the gesture.
We both remain silent, while Nora helps me with the last details of my hair and a doubt invades my head.
Rhaenyra: Am I doing the right thing? - I let the question hang in the air without stopping to look at my reflection in the mirror.
Nora: Do you want to marry Lord Strong? - she asks me back after a few seconds of silence.
I remain silent at her question. My mind immediately searches for every existing memory of every conversation, every touch, every word, every gesture, every interaction, every sensation and every detail of Y/n Strong towards me.
The fact that with a mere smile from him my day becomes happier, how with each of his gestures towards me they make me feel protected and loved, just like the feeling of his worked hands leave a path of softness. and delicate all over my body. About how every tiny thing he does for and for me makes my heart race in an exorbitant way.
Rhaenyra: With all my soul.- I respond bluntly with total sincerity and with a smile completely flooding my face.
Nora: Then you're doing the right thing.- she assures me, placing the last ruby in my hair and taking a step back. -You're ready, princess.- she informs me with a slight smile.
Rhaenyra: How do I look? - I ask her, turning towards her and biting my lip with some insecurity.
Nora: Perfect.- she answers me with a smile full of sincerity.
Rhaenyra: Do you think Y/n is going to think the same? - I ask, feeling my body vibrate in anticipation of her response.
Nora: No.- she answers and my shoulders fall at it. -He won't be able to think of what to say to you with how dazzled you are going to leave him.- she finishes answering me, making my spirits rise and a warm sensation settle in my chest.
Rhaenyra: Okay.- I whisper, trying to calm myself down.
Nora: Ready for the first day of seven? - she asks me calmly.
Rhaenyra: I'm ready.- I assure with a sincere smile.
My feet walk calmly but with a certain nervousness through the castle, feeling the bustle of the people closer with every step I take and the moment of seeing my betrothed becomes more and more imminent.
My steps resonate in my ears and add to a symphony with my heart. Each heartbeat is accompanied by a step and an echoing sound every time my foot hits the ground.
The symphony of my steps along with the beating of my heart stop when I land in front of the entrance to the dining room and the place is full of people for the celebration.
This time it is my breathing, along with the racing heartbeat and bustle of the people that create a symphony of different sounds. But the symphony ends when I hear my name announced to the room.
With a nervous smile, I begin to descend the stairs at the entrance and watch as everyone gets up from their seats to greet me and congratulate me on the imminent event.
I just smiled at them in response and walked as quickly as possible towards the table at the end of the room, where I can see my father standing and giving me a big smile.
Viserys: You look beautiful, daughter.- he says, grabbing my hands when I reach his side.
Rhaenyra: Thank you, father.- I thank him with a shy smile.
Viserys: I'm sure Lord Y/n Strong will be enthralled as soon as he sees you. - He assures me, leaving a loving squeeze on my hands and helping me to what will be my chair during the celebration.
I sit on my father's left side, watching the big houses being announced as they enter the dining room and how the heads of said houses congratulate me on the nuptials as well as my father.
But holding back my smile and holding my tongue against any cruel comment becomes very difficult when Lord Jason Lannister makes an appearance.
But thank the gods, I don't have to endure it for long and it's thanks to the announcement I was most looking forward to.
Ser Harrold: Lord Lyonel Strong, lord of Harrenhal, former councilor of buildings and current hand of the king. - begins to announce. -His first son Ser Harwin Strong, city guard and future lord of Harrenhal. And his youngest son, Ser Y/n Strong, the future king consort.- finishes announcing, causing a wave of applause in their presence and I get up from my chair quickly.
I smile as i see my future husband walk towards me, appreciating every detail of his clothes and face as best as I can given our distance.
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I swallow heavily, trying to calm my nerves and appear as composed as possible. But it is very difficult for me to see the princess looking at me and the sincere smile she gives me.
Everything falls silent, as my father and brother bow before the king and I do the same when it is my turn.
When I stand up, the princess turns and begins to circle the table. I look at my father and he gives me a sign that I can move towards her. Which I do immediately, walking towards where the princess is and holding one of her hands delicately when we are facing each other.
Rhaenyra: Betrothed .- she greets me with a smile full of life and a certain point of fun.
Y/n: Betrothed .- I greeted, without taking my eyes off of hers and leaving a kiss on her soft hand.
The entire room erupts in applause again, but my attention is only on the woman in front of me and her incredible beauty.
Rhaenyra gently pulls at our hands to follow her and places us in front of the chairs we will occupy at the banquet. My father greets the king and takes his place on the right side of the table, occupying his seat as a hand. While my brother Harwin stands next to me and Larys in the corner.
Once the family is in front of their seats, we all begin to sit down and I lean slightly towards my betrothed's ear.
Y/n: You look like a goddess.- I whisper affectionately, noticing how her smile widened and how her cheeks took on a more pinkish color.
She turns her face to answer me, but her words remain in her mouth as everything falls silent at the sudden presence of her uncle, Prince Daemon.
But as soon as he sits down at the table, the place fills again with conversations and the clatter of dishes.
The king rises to give a speech about the union of our houses, but the room falls silent again due to a new presence in the room. But this time it is none other than the queen who enters and dressed in green.
I look at my brother, remembering something he once told me about the Hightowers and that is that when they rise to war the color green is the color they use to summon their bannermen.
But no one but the Hightowers themselves stand up to applaud their presence and color of clothing. The rest remain silent as they walk and approach the royal table. She congratulates us with an evidently forced smile and sits down in the seat to the king's right.
Once seated, the king begins his speech again and congratulates us on the union of our houses, as well as my union with his daughter as king consort. With the speech finished, the music begins to play and the laughter of the people fills the room.
Rhaenyra: Do you want to dance? - she asks me excitedly.
Y/n: Umm I don't know, will you step on me during the dance? - I ask her amused.
Rhaenyra: Maybe.- she answers me with some malice.
Y/n: Then I'll have to take that risk.- i smile, lifting me up and stretching my hand towards her.
She accepts my gesture and with my help gets up from her seat. We walk hand in hand to the center of the room, where there is a space for dancing, and we start dancing.
As soon as we finish the first dance, more people join the floor and start us dancing a new one.
Y/n: Are you happy? - I ask her when we are close enough.
Rhaenyra: With you? Or with the wedding? - she asks me back with a smile.
Y/n: With the wedding.- I respond amused. -I hope she's happy with me, because otherwise I don't know what we're doing here.- I say and she laughs at my comment.
Rhaenyra: You're right, with you you don't need to ask me.- she assures me. -But I would be happier if the wedding was more intimate and quick.- she answers with a grimace.
Y/n: Does seven days seem like a lot to you? - I ask, feigning surprise. -And here I was thinking it was a short wait.- I joke earning a laugh from her.
Rhaenyra: Seven days are too many to be able to call me your wife.- she admits with a smile and I return it.
Y/n: What's seven days with the rest of our lives.- I whisper with a smile before moving on to a new partner.
I continue with the dance, but some screams and a brawl at the end of the room cause everything to stop. I look everywhere, trying to find my betrothed and get her away from any possible danger.
Y/n: Harwin!- I call my brother when I see him among the people. -I can't find Rhaenyra!- I shout nervously, pushing people and trying to find a silver hair.
Harwin: Look to the left and I'll look to the right! - he shouts in response, pushing each person in his path and looking for my betrothed.
Rhaenyra: Y/n! Y/n!- I hear her calling me and look to my left. -Y/n!- I listen again and see her on the floor against one of the chairs.
Y/n: Rhaenyra! - I shout, pushing anyone who gets in front of me. -Are you okay?- I ask, bending down and holding her face in my hands.
Rhaenyra: Get me out of here, please.- she begs me with fear in her eyes.
I place a delicate kiss on her forehead, before helping her up and hugging her against my body.
Y/n: Harwin! Harwin, help! - I shout and it doesn't take more than a few seconds before my older brother is in front of us. -Help me take her to the king.- I ask and he nods.
Harwin: Stick to my back.- he orders me, turning around and I do what he tells me.
I place Rhaenyra between them for her safety. My brother leads the way and I make sure no one touches her in any way.
The king quickly hugs her when we get to the table and she is safe from whatever is happening.
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I walk at a fast pace through the corridors of the castle, greeting all the nobles I meet along the way and trying to get to our room as soon as possible.
I was training with my brother, when one of the servants told me that Rhaenyra needed me right now and that it was urgent.
So I had started to run through the castle and try to get to my wife as soon as possible.
Y/n: Rhaenyra!- I exclaimed when I entered our chambers. -What happened? Are you okey? Is the baby okay? - I ask quickly, kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa where she is and I look at her worried.
Rhaenyra: No, calm down.- she tells me with a smile, placing her hand on my head and moving a strand of my hair behind my ear. -You have to cut your hair.- she comments calmly and I look at her confused.
Y/n: I don't understand anything.- I confusedly whisper. -The servant told me that you needed me urgently, I had thought that something had happened to you or the baby.- I commented trying to catch my breath.
Rhaenyra: The baby is fine and so am I.- she assures me, grabbing my hand and placing it on her swollen belly.
Y/n: So, why the urgency? - I ask, relaxing my body.
Rhaenyra: This is why.- she whispers and moves my hand from the center of her belly to one of her sides.
I look at her confused, but when she puts light pressure on her belly with our joined hands, something moves and I open my eyes in surprise. I stare at my wife's belly, completely surprised and excited.
I bring my face closer to the belly, placing one cheek on the fabric of the dress and gently pressing the belly again.
I can feel the movement of our baby again and I can't stop a tear from falling from my eyes.
Rhaenyra: Was it urgent? - she asks with some amusement in her voice.
Y/n: Very urgent.- I whisper still, without separating myself from her belly and feeling how her hands go into my hair.
Rhaenyra: As soon as I noticed it, I asked them to call you.- she whispers, stroking my hair.
Y/n: Thank you.- I whisper gratefully, separating myself from her belly and staring into her eyes.
Rhaenyra: For what? - she asks me confused, taking her hands out of my hair and caressing my cheeks gently.
Y/n: For everything.- I respond with a sigh. -For loving me, for being braver than me to the point of almost forcing me to marry you and for giving me an heir even with your reasonable fear of giving birth.- I list, making her laugh at the comment about the wedding and causing her to grimace at the end.
Rhaenyra: With you I'm not afraid of giving birth.- she assures me with a slight smile.
Y/n: Why? - I asked curiously, raising my other hand to her belly and leaving soft caresses on the spot over her dress.
Rhaenyra: Because I trusted you and I know that you will never do to me what my father did to my mother. - She answers me with a certain pain shining in her beautiful lilac eyes. -Because I know that you love me like I do and that you would put my life before even your own.- she assures me and a tear falls from her beautiful eyes.
Y/n: Rhae.- I murmur, touched by her response getting up from the ground and sitting on the couch next to her.
Rhaenyra: Stupid hormones.- she growls when followed by the first tear, the others come out after her and she begins to cry.
Y/n: Hey no.- I deny when she abruptly wipes away her tears. -You're going to hurt yourself, Ñuho glaeso hūrus (Moon of my life).- I tell her, putting her hands aside and gently removing the tears from her face.
Rhaenyra: I hate these mood swings.- she growls, crossing her arms and looking completely cute.
Y/n: I love them.- I whisper against her forehead, leaving a kiss on the spot and then descending my kisses all over her face.
Rhaenyra: You love them because you can laugh at my expense. - she hits my side and I can't help but grunt from the pain. -What's the matter? I haven't hit you that hard.- she asks me, frowning and with some concern.
Y/n: Nothing's wrong with me, it's just that Harwin has been faster than me in training and has had his fun with me. - I explain with a slight amused grimace.
She looks at me seriously, before reaching her hands towards my black training shirt and starting to take it off. Once the fabric is off my body, she looks at my ribs where a reddish area with small purple parts is located.
Rhaenyra: I'm going to have to talk seriously to your brother.- she comments, caressing the area delicately.
Y/n: Leave it, I hit his butt quite hard. - I comment with amusement, removing all traces of tears from her face and looking at the movement of her eyes.
Rhaenyra: Of course. - She rolls her eyes, letting out a small laugh, before returning her attention to my body.
Y/n: Better? - I asked quietly with a hoarse tone, noticing how my wife's eyes and hand ran over my entire torso.
Rhaenyra: Much better.- she assures me, biting her lip and unconsciously leaning towards my body.
I place my hand on the back of her neck, leaving a caress in the area before pulling her towards me and joining our lips. It doesn't take Nyra more than three seconds to deepen the kiss and moan against my mouth.
Y/n: This is why I love your mood swings. - I comment with amusement, separating myself from the kiss, feeling her hands run over my body and my hands over her.
Rhaenyra: Pervert.- she murmurs against my lips, putting her hands inside my pants and trying to take them off.
Y/n: That's what the person who tries to undress me says.- I laugh, standing up a little to help her undress me.
Rhaenyra: Shut up and take off my clothes.- she growls at me before kissing me hungrily.
I undress her as best I can, trying to do it in a way where our lips don't have to separate and where it is comfortable. But in the end the kiss is interrupted when I manage to release the dress and take it off over her head.
She gets up from the couch, taking off her underwear as best she can and walking naked towards our bed.
Rhaenyra: Are you coming or not? - she asks me maliciously, biting her index finger and looking at me innocently.
I don't respond verbally, but I jump off the couch as best I can and pick her up in my arms quickly, making her laugh. I lay her on the bed, placing myself on top of her and starting to kiss her entire body.
Y/n: I hope little Jacaerys or little Aemma prepare for what's coming. - I comment amused, leaving a kiss on my wife's belly and earning me a slap on the head from her.
Rhaenyra: Don't say that! - She exclaims with amusement and horror at the reference to our future baby.
I just laugh, leaning towards her face and staying a few centimeters away from her.
Y/n: Avy jorrāelan (I love you)- I whisper against her lips, knowing how much she likes me speaking to her in Valyrian.
Rhaenyra: Avy jorrāelan (I love you).- she whispers before hugging me by the shoulders and joining our lips for the third time in a very, very long afternoon full of something more than kisses.
Because maybe the beginning of our relationship was not the most orthodox or the most common. And our wedding may not have been the most pleasant for many, thanks to the death of a close friend of the Velaryon family at the hands of Ser Criston.
But to me, everything about Rhaenyra is perfect and natural. Our relationship arose from sincere feelings and although the wedding was brought forward 7 days due to a misfortune, I only look at the positive side of that day; marrying the love of my life.
Because from that day forward, my entire life is dedicated to my wife Rhaenyra Targaryen and the family we are creating.
Because even now after all the time that has passed since the day we met, just looking at her or feeling her hand touch mine makes my heart beat wildly just like the first day.
THE END
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As a girlie and a slut, I am most grateful for Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen.
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1x02
"The Rogue Prince"
#THE CINEMATOGRAPHY#Matt Smith#daemon targaryen#daemon targeryen#hotd#house of the dragon#game of thrones#got#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire
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