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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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Hello!

Can you make a dark daemon targaryen x reader where he betrays rhaenyra and gives the throne to stepdaughter reader??

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Dark!Daemon Targaryen x Stepdaughter!Reader

summary: Daemon betrays Rhaenyra and gives the throne to stepdaughter reader

Word count: 1,0K

Warnings: Angst, betrayal, fluff

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You slid down from your dragon still feeling adrenaline pump through your body along with your blood. There was quite the mess but nothing that cannot be fixed soon and fast. Your uncles were finally gone and the throne empty for your mother.

You walked into the Keep alongside your younger brothers Aegon and Viserys, the only ones still alive. You still remembered those walls from when you lived here as a small child, you were born within those walls.

Aegon held your left hand and Viserys your left. You guided them along with the guards behind you towards the throne room. You had fought alongside your mother and stepfather to reclaim the throne but returned to dragonstone to bring your brothers yourself.

The doors opened in front of you showing you victory still being cleaned by the maids and servants. Blood was all around the room along with ashes. You killed Alicent Hightower yourself leaving Otto to your stepfather knowing the hatred there ran deep within him.

She did not beg for her life and you made it quick out of the kindness of your heart, she knew her children had all died and she had nothing to live for anymore, nothing to beg for anymore. You were merciful and made your dragon burn her a fast and quick death instead of being devoured.

"Tala" Daughter. Rhaenyra greeted from atop the throne wearing the magnificent golden crown on her head. Your eyes stuck to the crown imagining what it would look like on your own head, you were her heir being the eldest of the three remaining children.

"Mother, my queen" You curtsied while your brother bowed. Daemon was stood by her side. She stood up from the throne and stepped down with her arms wide open.

"Take them" You ordered one of the maids when your mother had hugged both of your brothers. The maid complied without hesitation. Your mother raised her eyebrow confused with you action.

"They are tired from the ride here" You justified. Your eyes darted to Daemon who also stepped down standing beside you two.

"I am glad you are alright, tala, I was worried something had happened to you"Daughter. Rhaenyra placed her hand on your shoulder gently. You smiled lightly and pulled your mother closer to you for a hug. She squeaked surprised, she had not hugged you since you turned ten and two, when you got your maiden blood saying you were a woman grown now and no longer a child.

"I am happy to see you as well, muña" Mother. You spoked eyes looking at Daemon over her shoulder. He smirked stepped closer as well and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Daemon! What are you doing?" She squirmed in your arms confused. You held her tighter to your body, eyes never leaving those of your stepfathers. She let out a shocked gasp body jolted with shock. Daemon broke the eye contact to look at his work, his hand wrapped around a dagger handle plunged into your mother's side.

"Tala" Daughter. Her eyes filled with tears of betrayal. She cried out loud now as a second dagger lodged itself in her stomach with your own hand on the handle. You pulled away smirking, watching as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Why?" She whispered. Her grip was growing weak. You pulled out the dagger along with Daemon and let her fall on the floor. The crown clang loudly as it hit the floor. Daemon leaned down and picked the piece of metal off the floor. Her eyes followed his movement as he moved closer to you and placed the crown on your own head of white-blonde hair, still you were a strong bastard, your brown eyes gave you away but that does not matter when you were queen.

"My queen" Daemon was about to kneel but you stopped him and instead pulled him in for a kiss. He snaked his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body, he was not below you, he was your equal unlike how your mother viewed him and treated him. Now it was obvious to Rhaenyra what you had promised him in return for the crown.

"Guards" She tried to yell but her voice came out weak. You pulled away from your stepfather. You walked over to her while she attempted to crawl away from you smearing even more blood on the floors of the throne room. You held her in place and crawled to sit on her stomach with all you weight on her stab wound.

"Goodbye mother" Were your last words before your dagger slashed across her neck opening it for the blood to flow out.

"Come my queen, we have a coronation to attend" Daemon helped you off your dead mother. You smirked putting the dagger away and held his arm in one of your own while the other rested on your hidden bump where your and Daemon's child grew inside of you.

"And a wedding" You giggled letting him lead you out of the room for the servants to find your mother's corpse and declare you an official queen before the masses with the golden metal crown on your head and the conquerers' on Daemon's head.

You and Daemon ruled side by side not caring when people voiced their disgust over your relationship. He was much older, married thrice before you and one of his wives was your own mother but that did not matter he was your husband now and the father of your children.

You locked your brothers in their chambers until they were of age before sending them away to exile to bravos where they spent their remaining years attempting to kill you to avenge your mother but they never succeeded.

You birther three children for Daemon, first came a son name Valegon followed by twin sons, Rhaelarr and Vaelor. Valegon died along with his father fighting a rebellion against you and Rhaelarr succeeded you later on in life but what matter was that you took the throne and saved the smalkfolk from your mother and her greed for power. Daemon may have manipulated you as a child and you grew to see that as an adult but you were far too gone to back away now after all those years.

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aela-targaryen · 2 years

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i got lots of work done this week and now can work on Desert Flowers and ATOAAB maybe

maybe

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awwsamxxii · 5 months

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When you read multiple fanfics of the same couple. It feels like they’re soulmates who find each other in every universe, no matter the circumstances.

#everlark #the hunger games #katniss and peeta #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #harry potter universe #asoiaf #jonerys #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #ao3 fanfic

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fragileheartbeats · 3 months

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Can you make an original Valyria house (like Targaryen and Velaryons). A house that had the most beautiful people and rode ice dragons?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐑 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑉𝐸𝑁 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

─ 𝘐𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𖤐

─ 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦𝘴, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𖤐

House Celestyr, descended from the ancient and mystical bloodlines of Old Valyria, stood as a beacon of beauty and grace amidst the dragonlords of their age. Their sigil, a majestic ice dragon mid-flight encircled by a ring of stars on a field of iridescent blue, symbolized their affinity for the heavens and the frozen beasts they tamed. Their words, "Beyond the Flame, Our Essence Soars," whispered of their nature, transcending the fiery passions of their kin to embrace the ethereal and the intellectual. The members of House Celestyr were paragons of ethereal beauty and physical perfection, their stature towering and their features fine. Their senses were sharp, able to detect the faintest whisper of a threat or the subtlest of nature's wonders. Resilient to the ravages of time and ailment, they were the embodiment of the Valyrian ideal, their slender forms housing a strength that belied their graceful appearance. Their connection to the ice dragons of the Shivering Sea, creatures as rare and enigmatic as the house itself, granted them a dominion over realms both frostbitten and arcane. The Celestyrs were lovers of the world's innate splendor, drawn to the sea's endless depths and the night sky's diamond brilliance. Their home, the Fortress of Frostfire, was a marvel of architecture, perched upon the edge of the world where the sea kissed the stars. Libraries and gardens adorned its halls, reflecting the house's unquenchable thirst for knowledge and beauty. Yet, the Celestyrs were not untouched by flaw. Their pursuit of perfection could breed a dangerous pride, and their hearts, though resistant to darkness, were not immune to the lures of power and vanity. It was their challenge to navigate the fine line between their noble pursuits and the temptations that came with their gifts. Among them, the most radiant was Valyra Celestyr, a name that echoed her house's affinity with the skies above. Daughter of a Targaryen princess and a Celestyr king, she possessed a beauty that seemed to cast a spell over all who beheld her. Her hair was a cascade of gold-silver strands that shone with the light of the stars her ancestors adored, and her eyes, a shimmering violet, held the depth of the cosmos. Valyra was the epitome of her house's virtues, a lover of nature, art, and the mysteries of the world. Her intellect was as renowned as her beauty, and her presence was as soothing as the sea breeze. But it was not just her mind and looks that drew people to her; Valyra's spirit, kind and unassuming, was a stark contrast to the ambition and intrigue that often surrounded her. The history of House Celestyr is a tapestry woven with threads of light and shadow, its legacy enduring in the legends of a people who soared beyond the reach of fire, to dance with dragons in the frost-kissed heavens. Their tale is a reminder of the beauty and peril that come with extraordinary gifts, and of the eternal dance between the lofty stars and the mortal hearts that aspire to reach them.

Chapter 1

@fragileheartbeats . Don't plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

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axelsagewrites · 8 months

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Main Masterlist Here

House of the Dragon Masterlist Here

Warnings/Guides

【P】Platonic【P】 🆇Smut 18+🆇

Request Line Up and Request Rules

♡ Jon Snow ♡

🆇What he's like in bed🆇

Blind date

🆇Milady🆇

🆇Home Alone🆇

🆇Price of My Secrecy 🆇

Relationship Moodboard

🆇Couldn't Resist🆇

♡ Robb Stark ♡

Best Friend

Marriage night

🆇Dream🆇 🆇part two🆇

Frey Girl 🆇part two🆇

🆇I miss you🆇

Cloak

Honey Cakes (cloak part two or standalone)

Comfort

Sweet Girl

🆇NSFW Alphabet🆇

🆇Good girl🆇

Yearbook

Don't Die For Me

🆇Little Secret🆇

🆇Can't Catch a Break🆇

Goodnight Dear Husband

♡ Sandor Clegane ♡

Most People Say Goodbye Part One - Part Two

🆇Brat🆇

♡ Beric Dondarrian ♡

Home

♡ Thoros of Myr ♡

Favourite Friend

♡ Brienne of Tarth ♡

【P】Queen in the North and South【P】

♡Ned Stark♡

🆇MiLord🆇

🆇Wife🆇

♡Ramsay Bolton♡

🆇My Father Would Kill Me🆇

🆇Catch You🆇

🆇How Far Would You Go🆇

🆇Appreciate You🆇

🆇Bath🆇

🆇Little Mouse🆇

♡Roose Bolton♡

Perhaps

Not Yet

♡Edmure Tully♡

【P】Who We Call Family【P】

My Queen My Love

♡Theon Greyjoy♡

Dream of Sweet Memories

🆇Give it back🆇

♡Sansa Stark♡

Roommates

🆇NSFW Alphabet🆇

🆇What's This?🆇

Surprise Visit

♡Podrick Payne♡

🆇Praise🆇

♡Daenereys Targaryen♡

🆇My Queen🆇

♡Jamie Lannister♡

🆇Extra Credit🆇

♡Oberyn Martell♡

🆇Duty🆇

♡Margaery Tyrell♡

🆇Ropes🆇

♡Cersei♡

🆇Morning🆇

♡Tormund♡

🆇Real Man🆇

🆇Use your words🆇

♡ Yara Greyjoy ♡

Flirting

Preferences/Multicharacter

🆇Company🆇 - Yara and Ellaria threesome

🆇What they're like in bed🆇 – Robb, Jon, Sandor, Podrick

How they react to teasing – all

🆇What They're Like in Bed🆇 – Margaery, Sansa, Danny, Yara

Share pt1 🆇Competition pt2🆇 🆇Wait p3🆇 - Robb and Jon

🆇Hook ups🆇 - Theon and Jon

Love Languages - Jon, Robb, Bran, Tormund, Podrick, Oberyn

Thanks for any support I appreciate it all xoxo Sage

Dividers from here and here from @saradika

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emptyportrait · 22 days

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ship so good they yearn for each other without even knowing one another's existence

#snowstorm #jonerys #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #agot #the winds of winter #jegulus #ao3 fanfic #let me know if y'all know more pairs who fits in this trope!#ao3 #darklina #the darkling #alina starkov

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themotherofhorses · 1 year

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last of her house no more

summary: She was born to Daenerys Stormborn and Khal Drogo on the Dothraki Sea, the youngest of their dragon brood. Known as the Seven Kingdoms’ Delight, she trains with swords and arakhs, studies philosophy and history, and takes immense pride in the woman she is becoming. But her life is forever changed when she comes face-to-face with her long-deceased Green ancestors, including the man the maesters refer to as the one-eyed kinslayer. Now, this princess faces a future not even her mother could foresee in her dreams.

pairing: aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader

warnings: individual-specific chapter warnings, but the overall series includes fluff, smut, some levels of angst, and targest incest. no use of y/n.

18+. minors, dni. all that jazz.

notes: this is me giving dany the rightful family and future she deserves, since dumb & dumber couldn't do that. if you wish to be added to the masterlist, please let me know. chapters will come with time, as i am a college student, so please be patient with me.

(moodboard artwork creds to popoponya2 on twitter)

playlist: last of her house no more

Main Series:

Prologue

III

VII

VIII

(more to come)

One shots:

The She-Dragon is Born

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #house targaryen #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #daenerys targeryan #mother of dragons #game of thrones #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #hotd fanfic #vic writes 🧸#masterlist

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k4marina · 12 days

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— ii. Dragon Rider || Heart of the Dragon

synopsis: a new routine in a new world

warnings: idek lol. unedited and not properly read (i kept falling asleep lmao)

series masterlist

~ 2.5k word count.

game of thrones x modern!fem!reader

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Never in my life have I regretted anything more than I did now.

“Me and my big fucking mouth,” I grunted, getting up from the ground and dusting my leather pants. Gray Worm looks at me with a slightly amused expression. Of course he would, he just dropped me onto my ass for the fifth time today.

It had been almost two weeks after the Small Council meeting. There had been a few more since then, but no major topics were discussed, other than Varys begrudgingly backing what I had said about Cersie having scorpions when asked if his little birds had any news. The new armor and weapons for the Unsullied are also being made. After a few talks with Daenerys, Gray Worm, a few Unsullied commanders, and I, the new armor design was decided on. Surprisingly the Unsullied were very artistic people and had great ideas.

And, within the past two weeks, I’ve been tortured everyday, my limbs aching all the time, threatening to fall off. Everyday, I’ve been woken up at four in the morning for my sword lessons with Gray Worm for five hours a day. When I said I wanted to learn, I didn’t mean I wanted to train to be the world's best swordsman of all time.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I say towards him, wiping away the sweat on my face.

“I have no idea to what you are referring to, My Lady.” Gray Worm says, feigning innocence.

“You can’t call me ‘My Lady’ and then drop me on my ass for the fifth time.” I pointed out.

Gray Worm smiled and got into a fighting stance and I mirrored. “Your defense has gotten better; however, your strength and stamina is lacking.”

He gave the signal and charged towards me, going to swing towards my left. I sidestepped and blocked the hit with my sword before knocking it back. This time, I went for the attack, but Gray Worm expertly blocked me and knocked the sword out of my hand. The sword clattered against the stone ground, landing a few feet away from me.

“Maybe it’s best we stop for today.” He says, picking up the sword and placing it back onto the rack. I let out a sigh of relief and walked over to the inches, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat away from my face and neck.

“Be honest,” I said, turning towards him. “Am I a lost cause?”

He snorts out a laugh and shakes his head. “Apologies, My Lady.” Once he’d composed himself he answered, “No, I do not believe you are a ‘lost cause’. It may seem difficult now, but it will get easier later on.”

“Wow, wise words,” I said sarcastically, taking a swig of water from the canteen. “They should call you ‘Gray Worm the Wise’.”

“I’m pleased that you think I am someone with wisdom.” He says, giving a small bow, making me chuckle.

After the lessons, I took a bath in my room, this time with the help of the servants. The first few days I would have them leave so I could bathe myself, but I guess over the days it just naturally happened. Once bathed and dressed in a white dress with gold embroidery and pearl beads before I made my way to the hall to have breakfast with Daenerys.

Not only was it a good way for us to get to know one another (mainly her learning about me) as well as discussing future events and how we would maneuver through it. However, not all of it. I had made the decision to not tell her about Jon Snow or the White Walkers, I think that’s something she should organically go through. All she knows about Jon is that he’s the King in the North is Jon Snow, Ned Stark's “bastard” and the former Nights Watch Lord Commander who came back from the dead.

The doors to the hall were swung open for me and I walked in, spotting Daenerys at the head of the table, looking through some documents. The sound of the doors closing, snapped her out of her thoughts. When she saw me she smiled, which I returned.

“What did I say about bringing work to the dining table,” I lightly scolded. She gave me a sheepish look and protested, “it can’t be helped, it's important work. As Queen I’m expected to do this and more.”

I walked over to her, carefully taking the documents and setting them off to the side. “Dany, you’ve been a Queen since you married Khal Drogo. You need to step back and take some time to just be Daenerys. Otherwise you’ll grow overworked.”

“Alright, alright. If you’re so sure.” She nodded towards the servants to begin serving the food. Like always, an array of food was laid out for us to eat. We both began to eat, making small talk and updating each other with any new updates.

“Gray Worm has been telling me that you’re quite exceptional with a sword,” She teased.

I playfully rolled my eyes, groaning, “not you too.” She let out a laugh, teasing me some more. “What? He says you’re a fast learner. He says he’s never seen someone land on their arse five times in a row.”

“Right, that’s it.” I huffed. “I’m running away.”

Daenerys laughed some more and I tried to hide my smile. Truthfully, she reminded me of my younger cousin in Volantis, Mera. Both of them had a heart of gold and an innocent child-like soul deep down.

“The servants told me that you refused to have your hair braided.” Daenerys points out. She’s not wrong. Instead of braiding my hair I opted to leave it in a ponytail or let it down.

“Well, I haven’t won any battles.” I said. “Each one of your braids represents a battle won, I haven’t won anything.”

“So if you win you’ll braid your hair?”

“Sure, why not. Why? Do you not want me to?”

“No, no. Actually, I would quite like that.” She smiled.

I eyed her suspiciously, “don’t tell me you’re planning on putting me in the frontlines.”

She shrugged. “Maybe. Your lessons with Gray Worm are going well. Who knows, by the time we’re ready for war you’ll be a master swordsman –or rather swordswoman.”

The rest of the breakfast went fine. Daenerys and I decided to take a stroll around the castle ground claiming she has something to show me. She dropped off the papers in her office before taking me through the back of the castle to the open fields in the back. The wind swept by us, carrying the saltiness of the ocean and the fresh scent of grass.

“Where are we going?” I asked as she led me deeper into the field.

“I just wanted to show you something. They’re right over there.”

We stood atop a hill and at the foot of the hill on the other side resting were Daenerys’ dragons. I felt my heart stop. No way. What the actual fuck. My mouth ran dry as I looked over the three dragons. Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion, all in their full glory. I looked over to Daenerys who was already looking towards me.

“You’re serious?” I ask. She smiles and nods. “What if they don’t like me and decide to eat me?”

Daenerys laughed, her cheeks turning pink. “They will do none of that sort, I swear. I have a strong feeling that they will like you.”

Carefully she led me closer to the three dragons. With every step they just grew more and more. They towered over the two of us and stood with immense power. And to think that these three are just a small fraction of the size of Balerion and the rest of the Targaryen fleet.

We stood a few feet away but I could still feel the heat that they emitted from their bodies. Their majestic eyes that were probably the size of my head watched me carefully. Shiny scales adorned their bodies that looked to be about the size of my hand or bigger. Their one claw nail was the same size as my limbs.

Holy fuck was this crazy. I’d read about these dragons and even saw a few drawings made by people who’d seen them in textbooks, but being this up close and personal with them was a whole other experience.

Oddly enough, for such dangerous creatures, they seemed to emit a sense of calm.

“You feel it too?” Daenerys eyes my reactions to the dragons. “Their calm.”

I nodded. “I thought my heart would be doing somersaults in my chest, but it’s not.” After the initial shock, I felt my body relax.

“They’re so beautiful.” I said to no one in particular.

We hung around them for some time, allowing me to get used to their presence while Daenerys told me stories about her and her dragons.

I looked over the dragons. Drogon, named after Daenerys’ husband Khal Drogo. Rhaegal, named after Rhaegar the Dragon Prince. Viserion, named after Viserys the Beggar King.

Daenerys followed my gaze to the cream and gold scales dragon that laid on the grass alongside his brothers. Viserion and Rhaegal seemed to play fight while Drogon watched.

“Despite their playful nature, those two are the oldest.”

“What?

The dragons carefully made their way over to where we stood. Drogon moved towards Daenerys, moving his tail around her as if giving her a hug. Rhaegal moved around behind us, opting to lounge. Viserion, however, moved closer to me. His green eyes bore into mine, as if it was trying to communicate with me.

He brought his face closer to me, like a dog wanting to be pet. I glanced back at Daenerys who nodded.

Viserion tilts his head when I carefully bring my hand up to stroke his gold and cream scales. A deep purr comes from him, nearly startling me. He nuzzles his head into my palm and purrs some more. It wasn’t like a cat's purr, more like a deep bass.

“Would you like to fly him?” Daenerys asks.

“Yes,” I replied without a thought, too entranced at the dragon in front of me.

She moves around Drogo, standing to the side of him.

“Stand like this,” she says. “This is what I find the easiest.”

I mimic her stance, standing besides Viserion. Drogon crouched down and Daenerys carefully stepped up, using his scales and spikes to seat herself atop the dragon.

I copied her, being careful to not hurt Viserion (not that I’d be able to) and sat myself on top of the gold dragon. It was uncomfortable, almost like riding a really large horse with spikes and scales. How Daenerys was able to ride her dragons without a saddle or harness was beyond me.

My hands gripped onto the spikes on Viserions back, holding on tightly as the gold dragon began to shift around from a crouched position to fully stand. My hands gripped onto him tighter as I tried not to fall off. I peaked over its massive body to see that Viserion was getting ready to take off.

“W-wait!” I looked towards Daenerys who was watching from atop Drogon. “Why is it taking off? What do I do?” Panic filled my voice.

There was no way in seven hells that she thinks that I can fly, right?

“Hold on!” She grins just as Drogon takes off into the sky. VIserion gets ready and I can already feel myself slipping off. He takes off just as I adjust my position, hunching down and tightening my grip onto his spikes.

Wind rushes past my ears and my hair flows all over the place. Instinctively, I closed my eyes while Viserion flew in the air. I could hear Daenerys call for me from across the sky.

“Open your eyes!” She says. “You’ll be safe, I promise.”

Carefully, I opened them. It was brighter up in the sky than on the ground and had a lot less clouds. I could hear the, surprisingly, gentle flaps of Viserions wings. I cautiously looked down, seeing that we were miles off the ground, so far up that we could see Dragonstone Island and I could feel my stomach start to buzz.

“Don’t look down,” I look up to see Daenerys. “When it was my first time I was terrified, as well, but you cannot let your fear control you or else it will transfer to your dragon.”

I nodded, taking in her words and sitting up straight with confidence. Despite still feeling uneasy I managed to get my grip on things (literally). Daenerys’ words rung in my ears.

“Your dragon,”

I’d read of Dragons bonding with non-Targaryens or non-Valyrians, case and point being Hugh Hammer riding Vermithor during the Dance of Dragons. But it would make sense if I could bond with Viserion in light of recent findings.

“Alright, let’s see what we can do.” I said to Viserion and I.

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Daenerys and I spent the rest of the day riding our dragons. It was challenging, especially the part where you literally have to hold onto for dear life, but rewarding in the end.

In the end Viserion and I had truly bonded. He would know what I was thinking or how I was feeling without even saying a word to him. At first I thought it was just the two of us getting the hang of each other, but Daenerys explained that this was what she and Drogon felt. It was hard to believe that I was a Dragon Rider. But then again, this past week has shown that anything could be possible.

Getting off the Dragons was harder than getting on, my dress snagging on its scales, but not ripping entirely.

“I can help you with your riding,” Daenerys says as we walk back into the castle.

“I’d like that.” I replied. “I’m sure we can find books in the libraries that can help us too.”

“Have you uncovered anything else?” She asks, expectantly.

I shook my head. “Nothing of significance. I’ll keep reading and let you in on my findings.”

We split off so we could clean ourselves up and get ready for dinner. The bathtub was already ready for me when I entered the room. I pulled off my dress and sunk into the steaming hot water. The tension in my shoulders loosened and I dipped my head back to rest on the edge of the bathtub.

The weight of my necklace lay heavy on my chest, a firm reminder of my… predicament. I tried not to think about it all, otherwise I’d just spiral into some rabbit hole. Some days I wonder if it’s all some sort of dream. A long, vivid dream that I can't wake up from. A knot pulls at my chest, and my throat closes. My eyes flicker up to the ceiling, tears threatening to fall. I took a deep breath, the only thing I can do is take everything in day by day.

And then I fully submerged myself into the water.

a/n: finally, it’s here :) mb if there’s any spelling mistakes, i tried to proofread it but i kept falling asleep and couldn’t be asked anymore 😭 i’ll fix it later, trust 🙏.

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lefay23 · 2 months

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Even though Jon was not the obvious option to marry her grace, Queen Daenerys, their closeness and how they influenced each other was undeniable.

Jon was responsible for showing the north, or some parts of it, to Dany, and both often couldn't help but exchange glances at each other...once more embarrassed, another longer, but always in mind that he would never have her for himself. , after all, he was a Snow...

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 year

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Glow

Pairing: Daenerys Targaryen x Meereen!Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2313

Summary: Why she had taken a liking to you among all the others she had freed, you would never know. You had been a personal whore for one of the masters and had gotten pregnant. There were many others like you. Your story was nothing special, but Dany had found you worthy enough to be her close companion. There were even times when you thought that maybe you could be more than her companion.

Blinking your eyes awake, your vision clears to reveal the window outlooking the city of Meereen. You nuzzle your face into your pillow as a hand lays protectively over your swollen abdomen. Smiling to yourself you do your best to shift onto your back and lay on your other side so you could face Daenerys Targaryen, your queen and the Mother of Dragons. She still had her eyes closed, a content smile on her full pink lips. You didn’t think it was possible for someone to be so beautiful. The Targaryens of old Valyria all had the characteristics that made Daenerys beautiful though, as she had told you. You couldn’t imagine an entire family filled with gorgeous people like her. Yet her beauty could not compare to her incredibly soft and kind heart. Like so many others she had saved you from Slaver’s Bay. Why she had taken a liking to you among all the others she had freed, you would never know. You had been a personal whore for one of the masters and had gotten pregnant. There were many others like you. Your story was nothing special, but Dany had found you worthy enough to be her close companion. There were even times when you thought that maybe you could be more than her companion. The roundness of your belly reminded you of how impure you were.

Daenerys scoots closer to you so that her flat stomach is pressed against your rounded one. “Good morning.”

You smile. You should’ve known she would be awake. “Good morning.” You feel her hand caress your stomach again. She was always touching it, perhaps remembering of the time she had been pregnant. She had told you everything of her past and of the witch who had killed her husband and unborn son. The very same who had cursed her womb so that she would never be able to bare children. Joke was on Mirri Maz Duur. Daenerys not only had one child, but three. They were stronger than any human child and much more special. Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion continued to grow larger, especially Drogon. Daenerys had already run into trouble though, they proved to be incredibly willful and had killed many livestock which their mother had to reimburse.

“Shall I call for someone to get you breakfast?” You murmur, still a little drowsy. Being pregnant had you constantly tired no matter how much you slept.

Daenerys shakes her head and lifts up one of her hands. As always, she gently touches your face and brings her lips upon your’s sweetly. Your heart races and the child inside of you begins to kick. Dany’s eyes light up at the feeling. She pulls away with a grin. “It always kicks when I kiss you.”

You blush and internally scold your unborn child for revealing your feelings for your queen. Instead you tried to play it off with a nervous giggle. “My child already loves it’s queen.”

Laughing, she slips out of bed and you quickly avert your eyes. Your beautiful queen always preferred to sleep in the nude. She grabs a robe and helps you out of bed. You wouldn’t mind sleeping nude beside her but you feared that your figure was not as beautiful as Daenerys’.

Missandei and other serving girls came in to help their silver haired queen get ready for the day. By command of the queen, they helped you too. Truthfully it was difficult for you to get ready by yourself. You grew weary just walking a few steps.

Queen Daenerys grabs hold of your hand and escorts you over to a small table that Daenerys had set up in her room. It was specifically for you considering that you had a hard time making it down the stairs to the dining hall. Since you were nearing the end of your pregnancy, Daenerys had been joining you at your small table for every meal. Several plates of fruit, meat, bread, and cheeses were brought in as well as a small bowl of olives. Not only were you always tired but you were always hungry too. You knew it was polite to chow down in front of your regal queen, but you couldn’t help but tear into a chunk of bread and start stuffing cheese into your mouth.

Missandei joined you as well, eating more politely than you could ever manage. She went over with Daenerys the schedule for the day. They spoke of those who had requested audience with her grace and how many there were planned for the day. You wished you could attend them with her, but until you popped out your child, you would be sequestered to the queen’s quarters.

As you finished up, Daenerys’ guards showed up to escort her to the audience chambers.

Patting her mouth clean, Dany leans over to kiss you. You blush once again but return the gesture, noticing how Daario and Jorah had looks of jealousy (although Daario did look more aroused than jealous).

Finding yourself alone you sigh and waddle out to the balcony patio. The sun beat down on the yellow city and made you sweat a little bit. Over the tops of buildings you look out to the sea. Even though you didn’t accompany Dany in her queenly duties, you knew that there was chaos in Meereen. People who were against her and wanted her dead. Of course, that might always be the case. The city was dying slowly with no trade going in or out of the ports and with most of their harvest having been burned by the masters.

Overhead you hear a familiar shriek. The first time you saw them you were understandably awestruck. . . that was until they had got too close to you then did you begin to fear them. But over time you grew accustomed to Dany’s dragon children. And much to even Daenerys’ surprise, the dragons seemed to dote on you. If that was even possible for a enormous fire breathing creature. While Drogon chose to travel further and further away from his mother, Viserion and Rhaegal still preferred to stay close. At the sight of you on the patio, both dragons swoop low until you can feel the breeze that they beat up with their wings. They land in front of you and Rhaegal instantly hobbles over to you. It was still alarming when they charged at you. Viserion follows his sibling over to you as Rhaegal lowers his head for you to pet him. They were hot to the touch but considering you were already warm from the temperature outside it didn’t phase you. His scales are coarse and rough as you run your palm up his head before giving his dark, green, scales a scratch. Wanting attention too, Viserion pushes Rhaegal out of the way causing the other to hiss and start a small fight as they snapped at each other and flew into the sky once again. You chuckle and watch them for a bit until the sun started to bother your eyes. Hesitantly you rub your hands over your stomach. You really didn’t know how to feel about being a mom. Considering your child wasn’t conceived out of love rather than lust and obligation. The master who had enslaved and impregnated you was now dead thanks to Daenerys. You couldn’t help but have mixed feelings about your child.

You sigh. Could you love this child?

“Queen Daenerys wanted me to let you know that she will unfortunately be late for dinner this evening and to eat without her.” Daario informed you later that day.

You frown, hoping that Daenerys wasn’t overworking herself. “Please make sure she has a snack at least.”

He smirks. “Of course.” Your dinner is brought in but he doesn’t leave.

Before eating, you set your fork down. Unnerved by the way he was looking at you. “Is there something else I can do for you Daario?”

“I couldn’t help but notice how you and Daenerys interact with each other. She seems to love you very much.”

“As I do her.”

Daario shakes his head. “The two of you are in love, that much is obvious. I’m just wondering what will happen once she has to take a husband.”

You knew where this was going. “If you haven’t noticed there’s already something preventing anything between Queen Daenerys and I.” You gesture to your stomach. “I doubt she really wants someone as tainted as me.”

Daario loses his playful smirk and sits down across from you. “She’s never seen you as tainted, I hope you know that. And you’re not. You had no choice in the matter of things before Daenerys took this city.”

“I do believe you’re being sincere.” You smirk and take a bite out of your dinner. “It’s quite shocking, but nice.”

His smile returns and Daario raises a glass to you. “Then let me continue to be sincere by saying you do look awfully radiant with your round belly. Glowing even.”

You laugh and he keeps you company until Daenerys wanders up with a shocked expression at the two of you talking and laughing. She raises her eyebrows up in confusion.

“What are you still doing here Daario?”

Leisurely he stands up. “Forgive me your grace, I was just keeping (y/n) company considering that you would be late to supper. I will be going now.” He bows and winks at you before leaving.

Daenerys’ violet eyes turn to you. “Did he say anything inappropriate to you?”

You shake your head. “No. He was an utter gentleman.”

That made her even more suspicious. “Gentleman? Daario?” Daenerys takes up Daario’s old seat. “Next time I’ll be sure to send Jorah. . . That Daario cannot be trusted.” Was that a hint of jealousy you detected?

Changing the subject you told her how you had seen Viserion and Rhaegal earlier. She timidly asked if you had spotted Drogon, to which you tell her you didn’t. Of course she wilted a little bit. It had been a few days since she had last seen her biggest dragon.

“He’ll turn up soon. I’m sure he’s just busy exploring the neighboring lands and finding more food so that he doesn’t have to keep eating cattle that belongs to your people.”

“That’s one way of seeing it I suppose.” She murmurs against her cup as she takes a long sip.

“Have faith in your children as they have faith in you.” You offer her a small smile.

Her face that had been so somber brightens and makes you clam up immediately from shyness. Warmth spread in your chest and you could feel your baby kick inside of you. To know that you were able to put such a smile on her face made you undeniably happy. A lowly creature such as yourself didn’t deserve to feel so happy.

“Your Grace-” Pain pierces into your abdomen and you gasp sharply, fingers squeezing your cloth napkin.

Her eyes widen in panic and she quickly rises to her feet. “(y/n)?”

Breathing harshly you try and tell her that you’re fine, but another stab makes you cry. Daenerys immediately calls for help and somehow manages to get you onto her bed. Weakly you complain about how her sheets will be ruined by the end of it, but it falls on deaf ears. She’s 100% focused on delivering your baby. A flock of women and Missandei rush in with water and cloth. Daenerys refuses to leave your side, holding your hand the entire time.

Even with your little girl in her arms, Daenerys continues to cry. You yourself had wept when Missandei put her in your arms; a pink, screaming, little thing. In Daenerys’ arms though she had quieted down.

“She’s beautiful.” Dany whispers, truly in awe of the infant in her arms. You let her have her moment, knowing that she had been unable to have such a tender moment with her own child. Then you heard her whisper “Three heads. . .”

“What?”

“There’s three heads of the dragon. . .” She continues to murmur more so to herself.

“Of your sigil?” As a gift she had given you a piece of cloth that had the sigil of House Targaryen stitched into it. A red three-headed dragon amidst black.

“My ancestor Aegon the Conqueror flew to Westeros alongside his two sisters. That’s why our house has a three headed dragon to represent the three dragons that conquered Westeros. My own dragons adore you, (y/n).”

You still weren’t following. What did dragons have to do with your baby?

Eyes like that of amethyst turn back to you. Realizing what she had said out loud she blushes and hands you back your daughter. “Nevermind. I should leave mother and child to rest.” She gives you a weak smile and turns to leave.

“Dany wait.”

You shock even yourself when you use her nickname.

“W-Won’t you lay with us? You’ve already seen how much my daughter loves you already. . . Just like I do. . .”

Daenerys draws closer. Her violet eyes regarding you with complete love and adoration. She didn’t have to say it out loud, you could finally see it in her eyes. Her lips part then close, thinking better not to speak. Both of you knew there would be complications in your relationship. You’d work it out though when the time came. Right now though, you just wanted to be a happy family.

She cuddles against you, her head comfortably against your’s as she gazed at your daughter. “What will you name her?”

“I thought you could name her. It would be a great honor.”

Daenerys smiles, her fingers brushing against your daughter’s cheek tilting her head so that her lips grazed the shell of your ear. “Rhaella.”

You turn your head, lips mere inches away from her’s. “A lovely name.”

She smiles and closes the gap, kissing you.

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evax3 · 3 months

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What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love.

AND NOW MY WATCH BEGINS Chapter 9: The Fire That Burns Against The Cold

And, as always, lots of love to @st-clements-steps and @arielchelby for the wonderful beta work 💙

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 11 months

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Hii about dark daemon and Alicent daughter can u do part 2 like daemon actually wear green to Otto funeral or something like that and shown Rhaenyra were his aliance lies.

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

summary: Part 2 Alicent daughter, like daemon actually wear green to Otto funeral or something like that and shown Rhaenyra were his alliance lies.

Word count: 5,4K

Warnings: Smut, Angst, fingering, P in V, cunnilingus, blow job, deep throating, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, orgasm control, cum play

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

You felt numb as the maids around you prepared you for your grandsire's funeral. You and him were close ever since you were young, he was usually the one to check on you after a fight with your mother or when you felt down. You still remembered an emerald necklace he had given you when you were ten, he had gifted it to you on your nameday, that day instead of celebrating you were crying in your room after Aegon had teased your about you still sleeping with a doll, the necklace used to belong to your grandmother. You decided to wear it the funeral whether Daemon liked it or not.

"All ready, princess" Keila, your handmaiden broke your train of thoughts. Your eyes snapped from watching the emerald necklace around your neck to look at her.

"Thank you, you may leave" You gave her a weak smile. She bowed and ushered the other maids out, all of them giving you eyes filled with pity before leaving. You sighed and turned to look at the mirror in front of you, your simple black dress with a green belt matching the emerald around your neck, there was also a golden dragon embroidered over the left side of your chest, looked beautiful on you but still.

The sound of the door opening again made you turn to see who it was that came. Your breath got caught in your through at the sight of Daemon walking in with your son in his arms. His outfit was black with a green neckline and sleeves. There was a golden dragon embroidered on his chest matching your own. Daemon was matching you showing where his loyalty truly was. Vaenys wore a matching outfit to his father and his platinum hair was brushed to the side still too little to be styled otherwise.

"Muña!" Vaenys squealed the only word he can say. Daemon huffed rolling his eyes playfully at his son. His fingers tickled his small belly earning a giggle.

"My darling" You smiled a little. You walked over to the two and took Vaenys from Daemon. The little boy's arms latched around your neck in a vice grip, hugging you tightly.

"Muña" he whispered before he started babbling as if he was telling your something. You pulled back a little to look at his face frowning a little as if you were truly understanding what he said.

"He is telling on me, is he not?" Daemon joked, one of his hands rested on Vaenys' head giving him a small pat on the head. Vaenys giggled swatting his father's hand away.

"Oh yes defiantly. He was telling me that his father and himself-" You wiggled the toddler a little earning giggles from the movement. "-look quite dashing in the color green" Your eyes rose to look at Daemon.

"We do, do we not?" Daemon looked down at his outfit smoothing down the velvet. Up close you could see some swirls of green mixed into the black as well other than the fully green sleeves.

"You do" You nodded in confirmation. Daemon smiled slightly and leaned down to steal a quick kiss from your lips. Vaenys huffed and his face in your neck. Daemon wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to deepen the kiss before fully pulling away.

"Let us depart before we grow even more late" Daemon guided you out of the room. The Red Keep was in a somber silence, even the servants did not gossip while walking around much to your shock.

Your grandfather was going to have a normal funeral considering he was no Targaryen. Daemon had his arm around your waist guiding you through the corridors the entire time, not wanting you to feel alone for a second. He wanted you to see that he was going to be by your side through your good days and your bad days.

"Your grace" You curtsied to your father once outside where everyone was waiting beside the carriages to take you to the great sept. Your father nodded weakly at you, smiling as much as he can at Vaenys, your son that was named in his honour along with princess Rhaenys, the queen who never was.

"Darling" Your mother smiled as much as she can as well looking at the emerald necklace Vaenys was playing with now. Her eyes trailed to Daemon by your side nodding at him, her eyes brightened at the sight of his outfit knowing Aegon had one more ally, once more dragon.

"Shall we depart then?" Rhaenyra asked, sounding annoyed. She paused by your father's side taking you and Daemon in. Her eyes trailed from you to him and back, slowly analysing you from head to toes.

"Of course, niece" Daemon nodded, coldly. He reached over to take Vaenys from your arms so you can climb into the open carriage. You took your seat to face forward before Daemon joined you by your side and Vaenys in his lap.

"Are you okay?" Daemon asked. You placed your hand on his thigh squeezing almost painfully when Rhaenyra joined you with Laenor and sat in front of you.

"Yes" You simply answered. Your eyes remained watching your sister who was eyeing your husband unashamedly. The carriage slowly rolled out of the Red Keep and into the streets where crowds had been formed in honour of your grandsire.

No one uttered a word, whether in the carriage or on the streets. The air was filled with the sounds of the horse hooves. Your heart was squeezing in your chest at the sight of your grandsire's corpse being transported. There was one carriage before yours holding your mother, father, Aegon, Aemond and Helaena.

Daemon moved Vaenys to sit on his lap and held him with one arm and his free hand trailed to grab yours over his thigh. Rhaenyra's eyes trailed down at the movement and flashed with discomfort at the action. Her eyes trailed back up to you with her lips downwards.

"Is there something wrong, Rhaenyra?" You asked, earning the attention of all three adults with you in the carriage. Rhaenyra's eyes flashed up to look at yours instead of your hand in Daemon's.

"No sister, I am merely saddened by the passing of the Hand, he was a loyal man" Your sister faked a smiled and turned to look at the crowd. You scoffed and turned to look at Daemon who was smirking at your reaction. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"It seems you are the one with a problem, darling" His lips ghosted the skin behind your ear for a second before he placed a kiss there. Your whole body shivered at the affectionate gesture.

"I do not have any problems, Daemon" You denied, shaking your head. Daemon tilted his head teasingly before his eyes snapped to Rhaenyra then back to you. You huffed shaking your head as if you could not handle his teasing anymore. Daemon had to suppress a chuckle at your reaction. He pulled your hand up and placed a delicate kiss to your knuckles.

The carriage arrived at the sept faster than you thought it would. Laenor and Rhaenyra got out first followed by Daemon who still held Vaenys. He helped you down the steps careful. Daemon was a brute, he was a rogue, he was a fighter, he was many things but that day he was your husband, the father of your son Vaenys and your unborn child, he was a gentleman, he was merely Daemon.

"Why did you leave so fast?" Daemon questioned. After the funeral you basically ran away from the feast held in your grandsire's honour, a somber occasion where people kept toasting him and remembering his best moments.

"I was in no mood to listen to those liars who always spoke of him behind his back and now acting as if they were the best of friends when he has passed" You hissed. You swayed Vaenys from side to side, the toddler's eyes dropping quickly after such a long day and in need of a nap.

"Oh darling, I understand it can be hard but sometimes you have to listen and ignore" Daemon wrapped his arms around you from behind. His hands rested on your stomach and his chin on your shoulder to look down at your son. Vaenys' little snores made your heart flutter, it was like he was your only light in the world.

"I was just not feeling like it today" You responded. Daemon nodded slightly, his head moving to dip his face in the area between your shoulder and neck, placing a chaste kiss there. You sighed content with the affection he was showing you.

"Let us go to our room then, hide there from those 'liars'" Daemon suggested. You nodded moving to place Vaenys in his cradle. He took your hand into his once Vaenys was secure in his bed and pulled you out of the room.

The maids at the door bowed before moving into the room to watch over your son. Daemon walked slowly and in no rush knowing you were tired simply from the grief.

"Uncle" A voice you were beginning to hate called from behind you forcing you to stop and turn. Rhaenyra hurried over to the both of you with a raised eyebrow.

"Where are you both going? The feats is not over yet" Rhaenyra crossed her arms looking like she was scolding the both of you.

"My wife and I are exhausted from the day niece and the Queen has excused us from staying" Daemon answered. He pulled you closer to wrap his arm around your shoulder. You almost melted right then and there.

"I see, do you need anything? shall I send the maids over?" Rhaenyra asked, faking her worry. One of her hands moved to rub your shoulder as well. You looked at her hand as if disgusted by it.

"My wife has always been sensitive during pregnancies, niece, no need for any maids I will care for her" Daemon was quick to shut her down. Something you have never witnessed him do before. You turned to look at him. He smiled down at you gently. His actions made a fire begin to ignite in your belly and a wetness to form between your thighs.

"Oh, you're with child?" She sounded saddened slightly. Rhaenyra was loosing Daemon to you. You married him. You gave him a son. You were going to give him another. You fulfilled his dream of. Valyrian wife. He even wore your colors, green.

"Yes, and I wish to rest" You nodded. Daemon nodded one last at Rhaenyra before guiding you away from her, still wrapped in his arms.

Once in the safety of your room Daemon did not hesitate to push you against the wall. You gasped shocked, not expecting such a reaction from him. His eyes sparkled almost lustfully while looking down at you.

"Did you enjoy that, sweet wife?" He asked, voce low and dangerous. You gulped eyes wide and lost.

"Enjoy what, husband?" You asked. Daemon leaned his forehead on yours. One of his hands rested on the wall by your head while the other found home on. your hipbone.

"Did you enjoy me as your puppet? Did you enjoy the taste of power I gave you?" His lips were close to your own, clouding your senses. You wanted to just boost yourself you and smash your lips together.

"I have always had the power Daemon, you just had never noticed" You whispered back. Daemon's laugh came out almost breathless.

"Sweet wife, you are not the one in control here" Daemon teased. Your hands rose from your sides and instead trailed up his thighs to rest on his waist.

"I am not?" you asked back. Your head tilted to the side when a shiver ran through his body. His adam's apple visibly moved as he gulped. You wanted to take it between your teeth and mark it but stopped yourself.

"What you do not understand Daemon is that I control you, the second you declared your love for me yesterday I decided that it is time to show you, just how much control you gave me over you, willingly" You raised a hand up to grab a fist full of his hair and pulled his head closer to yours. Daemon whimpered at the movement.

"I control your body" You pushed your body against his feeling obvious bulge against your stomach. He whined at the friction hips stuttering forward for more.

"And I love it" Daemon grumbled. You grinned letting go of his hair and slowly slid down on your knees in front of him. Daemon watched you with hooded eyes as you undid his trousers and pulled them down to his ankles. He got out of them quickly. His erect member slapped against his stomach once free.

"Watch, darling husband" You instructed, grabbing his member in your hand. You gave him a couple of strokes before finally taking him into your mouth. Daemon moaned feeling your wet tongue swirl around his tip before you pushed him further into your mouth.

Mindful of your teeth you moved your tongue to trace the vein that ran down the side of his shaft. Knowing how much he loved to feel you, you pushed yourself to take all of him in.

"Fuck" He groaned. Your nose brushed against the small amount of hair he had over his cock. You were unable to breath but that only made you grow wetter.

You pulled back taking huge gulps of air but your hands immediately moved to work, stroking him using the spit you left behind as lubrication. Daemon's hand snapped to the back of your head pushing you to take him in your mouth again, desperate.

"Patience, darling husband" You placed a comforting hand on his thigh. Daemon whined but did not push you again. You thumb swiped over his reddened tip earning a jerk of Daemon's hips.

"Pretty" You complimented before taking him in your mouth again. Your eyes remained upwards, looking at him. He followed your earlier instructions, watching as you sucked his tip. Tears were building in your eyes as you deep throated him again.

"Gods" Daemon broke the eye contact, throwing his head back. You pulled him out of your mouth and removed your hands from him as well.

"Fuck, why?" He asked, looking down at you. You smirked, raising one of your hands to wipe the spit from your mouth with your pointer and middle finger. Your other hands slowly trailed up his thigh as you moved to stand up again.

"Why should I continue when you cannot follow a simple order?" You teased. You raised an eyebrow when one of his hands snapped to wrap around your neck but he paused before he could touch your skin.

"Apologise" you ordered. Daemon's whole body shook with desire and just a tiny bit of anger.

"Sorry, wife" He whispered. His eyes looked anywhere but you, he could not believe that he was bending to your will.

"No, call me mistress" You shook your head. his eyes flashed to look at you, a glare set on his face. He wanted to protest so but could not find it in himself.

"Sorry, m-mistress" He stuttered. You chuckled knowing how hard it must have been for him. You loved seeing him struggle, you loved seeing him blush when he realised that his cock grew harder at the nickname, he enjoyed it.

"Good boy, now suck" You raised your fingers that were coated with your spit near his mouth. Daemon opened his mouth to take the two digits in his mouth and sucked. You grinned approvingly and pulled out your hands, still coated with spit just not yours.

"Undress me like the good boy you are" You nodded to you back. Daemon clenched his fists but complied moving to turn you around to face the wall. His strong fingers unlaced the dress with urgency and moved to remove the corset and linen leaving you completely naked.

"Good" You turned back around to fave him. You unbuttoned his tunic slowly, teasing him. He whined but shut his mouth once your eyes raised to look at him, hard and angry.

You moved around him and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed with your legs wide open, giving him a good view of your glistening entrance. Daemon had to clench his hands so he would not touch himself at the sight of you.

"Come" You ordered. Daemon looked up at you, resting like a goddess on the bed and took a step close to you.

"Stop" You raised one of your hands. He froze feeling like he was caught stealing something.

"Crawl" You smirked. Daemon glared at you but complied. He slid down on his knees before falling fully on his hands as well. He crawled over to you like some dog, he was your dog.

"Good boy" You reached over to pet his hair once he was close enough. Daemon rose to his knees and grabbed your hand.

"Ah ah ah" You pulled your hand away before he could tighten his grip. You grabbed his chin instead and leaned closer to him. Your noses touched and your eyes crossed to look at each other.

"Careful Daemon or mistress will grow angry" You whispered. You licked his lips and up to the tip of his nose before moving back. Daemon huffed annoyed but stop all movement.

"What do you want, sweet boy?" You asked. Daemon raised his hands but paused before they could touch your thighs. You gave him a nod letting him touch your thigh.

"I wish to eat you, mistress" Daemon answered. You grinned leaning back on your hands.

"What are you waiting for?" You widened the space between your legs. Daemon dived without a second thought.

You moaned feeling tongue lick at your clit. He moved to wrap his lips around the swollen num of nerves and gave a gentle suck. One of your hands trailed to touch his now messy hair, pushing him closer to your hole.

"Sweet boy, give mistress more or else" You threatened. Daemon pulled back to look at you. One of his hands moved to rub at your clit. Your hips jerked at the touch but you did not break eye contact with him.

"Or else what?" Daemon, asked with a smirk on his face. He was testing the waters. He thought he could break your will with pleasure.

"Or else you would not get to peak until I saw otherwise" You shrugged trying as hard as possible not to show that his finger rubbing your clit did not affect you. Daemon's smirk fell seeing that you were serious.

Silent he moved back to your cunt. His finger moved down to your hole, pushing one digit inside. You moaned at the intrusion. His tongue moved to your clit. He slurped and kissed you like there was no tomorrow. The sounds he let out were vulgar but they you only added to your arousal.

"Oh fuck...Daemon" You cried. Your hand behind his head tightened around his hair. Your other hand moved to grab at your breast. Your hips rolled unconsciously.

"Mistress" He whimpered, sending jolts through your body. Your head fell back at the vibrations. Daemon added a second finger inside of you, curling them just right, finding the sweet spot inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back and your legs moved to Daemon's shoulders, curling with pleasure. Your hand squeezing your breast before tweaking your nipple like he does. Your other hand let go of his hair and moved to brace yourself on the bed.

"I am so close" You whimpered. Daemon quickened the movement of his tongue over your clit. Your stomach tightened as the white hot pleasure coursed through your body threatening to snap.

With a stroke of his fingers to your sweet spot the tightening in your stomach snapped and floods of pleasure ran through your body. Your hand froze over your breast. Your legs shook on Daemon's shoulders and your toes curled. Daemon moved to place kisses to your thighs instead but his fingers resumed their movement inside of you.

"Good boy" You praised. You relaxed your legs and moved them off his shoulders. Daemon looked up at you awaiting further instructions.

"Get up" You ordered. Daemon let go of your legs and moved to stand up in front of you. You were face to face with his cock, leaking pre cum.

"Touch yourself" You looked up finding the shocked look on his face. You slid back onto the bed until you were leaning against the mountain of pillows, legs spread to show your cunt, glistening with your peak.

"Mistress?" He tilted his head to the side shocked. You chuckled at his bewilderment.

"Touch your cock" You repeated. Daemon hesitated for a second before complying. His hand stroked his cock slowly at first unsure.

Daemon has touched himself many times before, especially in his teenage years but still now after years of whore and almost three years of marriage it felt like a foreign activity for him. He moaned when his fingers grazed his tip.

Your hands trailed down your body to touch yourself, eyes never leaving his. His eyes however watched as your fingers opened your lips and your other hand moved through to gather your arousal, you fingers moved to touch your sensitive pearl.

"Fucking hell" He groaned, his ministrations growing faster. His other hand moved to cup his balls, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.

"Are you close, sweet boy?" You asked, teasingly. Daemon nodded desperately. His breathing growing heavier. You slid a finger inside of yourself, your fingers were nowhere near as long as his but they will do.

"Do not cum" You glared at him. Daemon whined but did not dare complain. You noticed how he tried to slow his stroking, to earn himself more time.

"Do not slow down" You hissed. Daemon cried out sounding as if he was struggling. You pushed a second finger inside of your cunt. Your breasts bounced as you rolled your hips to match your finger's rhythm. His eyes watched ever movement you did. Your eyes as well moved to watch as his hand stroked his cock, hard and leaking only for you.

"Fuck, come over" You moaned. Daemon moved to climb onto the bed and closer to you. Once on his knees between your legs he continued stroking his cock.

"Fuck, mistress is so pretty" He moaned, now watching from up close.

"Put it in and cum" You rolled your hims as if inviting him in. Daemon did not hesitate to push his cock inside once your fingers were out.

"Fuck, yes" He cried, snapping his hips agains yours not giving himself or you time. Your head fell back, walls tightening around him. Your breath got caught in your throat as the feeling of being full consumed you.

"Yes, fill me up even when pregnant" You whispered in his ear. Your wrapped your arms around him to pull him closer. Your nails raked down his back as your peak washed over you.

"Yes, breed you" He cried, cock pulsing with his orgasm. Your hips wiggled needing more of the overstimulation. He did not stop the movement even when your orgasms had calmed. It was like a comfort movement at this point, just gentle rocking.

"My beautiful mistress, I love you so much" He whispered. His head leaning down to place kisses along your shoulder and down to your collarbone. You moaned as his cock softened inside of you but still managed to brush just against the right spots.

"My beautiful good boy, I love you as well" You whispered back. He pulled back to look at you. He leaned down claiming your lips in a passionate kiss, you kissed him back without a second thought.

"Mistress" Daemon whined, his cock growing even more sensitive with the movement. You smiled, caressing his cheek as you watched him for a couple of seconds, still moving on top of you, not daring to stop without your permission.

"Such a good boy" You praised, running your fingers through his hair. You stopped the rolling of your hips to lessen the movement.

"Pull out, nuncle" You whispered. Daemon did not waste another second to pull out of you, whining like a wounded animal. His cock was red and dripping still. He fell beside you panting and shaking.

"Look at that" You chuckled, opening your lower lips to show his cum oozing out of you. Your other hand slid down to gather the white liquid. You sucked your fingers tasing his salty cum, letting out a hum of approval. Daemon moaned at the sight. You grinned seeing him eyeing your mouth. You leaned closer to kiss him and much to his surprise you pushed his cum into his mouth.

"Swallow, husband" You nudged his nose with your own. Daemon stared wide eyed at you. Still he swallowed without a complain. The fire of desire started burning inside of him again.

"Mistress" He whispered. He reached over to grab at your breasts. He leaned down to kiss one of them, suckling your nipple. His hand trailed to the other one tweaking it just like you did earlier but somehow his hands, his finger were much better. His hands rough and calloused from sword fighting. Your hand trailed up his arm, tracing each and every scar and burn he got on his body, cursing whoever was responsible.

"Are you still hungry, nuncle?" You questioned. He raised his head with your nipple still between his lips, stretching it. He whined nodding his head.

"Words" You pushed some of his hair back and behind his ear. He released your nipple with a blush decorating his face.

"I am still in need of you, mistress" He whispered. He buried his face between your breasts and slid down to your navel leaving behind sweet kisses and some marks. Still Daemon wanted to mark you. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back up to face you.

"Shhh" You shushed him before he cold say anything. His lips twitched but a gasp rolled out of his mouth when you pushed him on his back. You climbed his lap with a smirk.

His hand fell by his sides and his eyes glued to your figure as you leaned down. You dodged his lips and instead kissed his cheek, moving down slowly to kiss the tip of his nose. Behind his ear and down his neck. His hips unconsciously rolled up trying to hump you but was unable to do so. His cock growing hard again as you resumed the trail of kisses. You kissed down to his chest pausing there with a smirk.

You took on of his nipples into you mouth. He gasped shock, arching his back. You swirled your tongue around the bud before sucking at it. One of his hands snapped to grab at you shoulder. You pulled away with a pop and moved to the other one. He moaned as you placed kitten licks to the bud, burned and the skin irritated so you did not linger long on it. You continued down as he whined disappointed slightly but not for long. You nibbled at his hipbone, leaving behind a mark.

"What is it nuncle? Are you unsatisfied?" You asked. One of your hands trailed to find his member, hard and standing proud again. Your cunt pulsed with need, the mere sight of him on his back, eyes wide and watching you, the usually loud and dominant man in bed at your mercy.

"No- I mean yes mistress, more p-please more" He cried trying to thrust his hips up for more friction. You gave him a couple of pulls before removing your hand.

"Shh sweet nuncle, I will give you what you want if you just tell me" You sat yourself on his stomach. His hands rested on your thighs kneading the skin, grabbing hand fulls to compose himself.

"I need to be inside of you, breed you" He begged. His eyes growing wetter the more time you left him without touching him.

"Oh but sweet nuncle, you already breed me" You grabbed one of his hands and moved it to your belly where your baby sat still two moons old inside of you.

"Again-more" He cried. You smirked, leaning down to kiss his swollen lips. He kissed back, grabbing the back of your head with one hand and the other trailed to grab your behind and squeezed.

"Alright, sweet nuncle" You mumbled against his lips. You pushed his hands off and slid down to grab his cock, you lined it with your entrance and slid down slowly. You moaned at the feeling of him resting inside of you. You almost came from the mere sight of him sliding inside of you so easily.

"Gods" His hips twitched below you. His hands reached up to grab something and you gave him your hands. You intertwined your fingers by your hips as you began moving.

You teased him by moving your hips slowly in a circular movement. He sighed in content either way. You picked up speed, bouncing up and down as the need grew more inside of you.

"Daemon" You moaned, throwing your head back. Daemon pulled himself to sit up, one of his hands let go of your hand and wrapped it around your waist to assist you. Your thighs burned with each thrust but you did not mind.

"Sweet wife" He moaned, against your ear. Your free arm wrapped around his shoulders to brace yourself. Your hips moved in unison to bring you both to your peak.

Your eyes looked over to the wall behind the bed where a small opening showed, not big enough to be seen. Your purple eyes met an identical set watching you and your husband fuck and with passion. The person seemed to be panting as they watched. You moved your head slightly until your lips were by Daemon's ear, moaning with pleasure.

"Fuck" He groaned, his grip tightened around your hand. Your stomach was in knots causing you to move faster, alerting Daemon that you were close to your release. Daemon helped you bounce faster unaware of the pair of eyes watching the both of you.

"Yes" Your head fell back as you crashed over the edge. Your fingers dug into his flesh, leaving behind crescent shaped behind. Daemon was following close behind with a loud moan. Your body shook from the intensity of your orgasm, you never imagined being watched would bring you so much pleasure.

You and Daemon remained in a tight embrace as you came down from your highs, Cock deep inside of you keeping his spent in there, his lips moved to litter kisses along your shoulder and neck. Your fingers played with his hair, chests rubbing against each other as you panted almost in a rhythm.

"I love you" Daemon whispered, against your skin. You pulled back to look him in the eyes. His purple eyes showed nothing but the truth.

"I love you too Daemon, so much I am ready to die for you, I am ready to kill for you, I am ready to burn the world for you" You leaned your forehead on his. Your words seemed to have a strong impact on him, his breathing grew shallow and his eyes closed enjoying this intimate moment with you.

"I will start a war for you, my love, I will end the world for you, if you only ask my mistress" Daemon whispered. You crashed your lips against him in a passionate kiss. He pulled you impossible close before rolling you on your back, still deeply lodged inside of you.

"Are you ready for another round but with master this time?" He asked, Daemon the gentleman still very much present and in need of permission.

"Master? Really?" You teased, smirking at the nickname he gave himself, the male version of your own.

"Mistress? Really?" He teased back. You both giggled before your lips locked again. The sweat on your bodies did not bother you. The sheets soaked with sweat and cum did not bother you. The jealousy inside of you long forgotten. The person watching you fuck was long forgotten. The world was long forgotten as long you were with Daemon, even better as he fucked you.

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The Queen's Bride (Part 1)

Summary :

Being a rich man's kid isn't as exciting as everyone makes it out to be.

You have no freedom.

Every choice has been made for you ever since you were born.

What you eat. What course you were going to study. What school you're going to.

Even the one you were going to marry.

So to your surprise, your father has finally chosen one thing right for you.

Daenerys Targaryen.

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

Look who's finally watching Game of Thrones. Surprise, surprise, I fell in love with Daenerys.

"This is bullshit!" Jon, your cousin, shouts as he paces around you.

Both of you were just given two names.

Two people you never met that you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

"Who the fuck is Ygritte and why do I have to marry her?" Jon shouts in frustration and you shrug.

"I mean, Father could've paired you with one of the Lannisters. Myrcella is an omega-"

"Shut up." Jon glares at you.

"You have to admit it. Ygritte is pretty as fuck."

"Lucky for Robb, huh? He's the heir so he could choose freely."

"She is. But- I don't know her, Y/N." Jon sighs as he sits next to you.

"Lucky asshole." You slap his arm.

"He's my big brother."

"He is. I wish I could be the heir."

"Seriously? You? Jon Stark of Winterfell Corp? Are you hearing me?"

"Shut up." The two of you look at each other then laugh. "Yours is pretty too, by the way. And a Targaryen too."

"Why them? Our mottos are literally parallels."

"Yeah. Winter is Coming."

"Fire and Blood. Like why her?" You groan at the ceiling.

"Just be glad that she's pretty. Some don't get that lucky."

"Are you talking about-" Jon nods and you sigh.

"I just wish we had freedom."

"Me too. Y/N. Me too."

You get your bag and look at the empty apartment around you.

"I need Sansa to room with me. Like gods, this place is fucking big enough for ten people at least." You mumble to yourself as you leave the apartment.

Just like everything else in your life. The apartment was provided by your Father, Ned Stark. You could count the number of times on your fingers that you've actually talked to him rather than just receive orders or scolding from him.

Your phone rings just as you get inside the Westeros University. You answer it as you see your little sister's name.

"Y/N! How are you?" You smile at Arya's voice.

"I'm good, Arry. Where are you?" How is she calling you right now?

"I'm at home. There was a lice problem at school today so we went home! Are you free??" You grin at her exciting tone.

"In two hours, I will be. Why?"

"Can we go play? Mom said she'll let me go to the mall if I'm with you!"

"Sure, can you wait there and behave?"

"Yep! See you later!"

"See you." You say softly and smile as you go to your first and last class of the day. You were so glad that you chose your own schedule. You sit down at your usual seat and hum as you take out your laptop. Looks like professor Varys is late today.

Westeros University is the biggest University in all of Westeros. It has lessons even in magic.

"Did you hear, Y/N?" You look up as Oberyn sits beside you. You were somewhat friends. He can charm anyone in a room while you can outread anyone in a room. Truth be told, even you didn't know why he talked to you.

"Hear what?"

"Not interested in rumors as usual?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Even if Varys tells us otherwise, I still don't like rumors and hearsays." Oberyn nods and grins in satisfaction.

"Which is why you make the perfect audience." You sigh. "Listen to this. Someone is doing it."

"Doing what?"

"Seeing if the dragons will choose them."

"Seriously? That thing hasn't been done in like 200 years."

"Right? But someone is brave enough to do it now. You know what it means, right?"

"Yeah. They get to sit on the Iron Throne regardless of their last name."

"And?" You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion.

"And what?"

"Complete freedom!" You tilt your head at him. "No more choices by parents! No arranged marriages!"

"Damn. Sounds like a dream come true."

"For you guys. I still don't get why you guys won't love freely."

"Because last names have a value of their own. Here at Westeros at least. Oh. And Westeros Conglomerate too." Oberyn shakes his head.

"What you guys should value is talent, not blood."

"Meritocracy rather than blood right. Reasonable." Oberyn looks at you. "I don't make the choices though."

"Marry the king then."

"I'd rather die, Oberyn. I'd rather eat my own shit."

"Still hate men?"

"Only romantically." Oberyn chuckles just as Varys comes through the door.

"You're missing out on like half of the world then." You give him a smile.

"I don't think I am."

You hum as you park your car in front of the Stark Mansion. You were just getting your bag when you feel a pair of arms circle around your legs. You look down and see Arya smiling at you.

"Hey, Arya!" You scoop her up and she squeals. Arya is only 9 years younger but you love doing this to her. "Where's Ma and Father?"

"Dad is still at work! Ma is inside!" You put her down and nod.

"Come on, then. I'll tell Ma that I'll take you to the mall." Arya grins at you and she begins to tell you about her classmates and school.

"And then this one guy-"

"Y/N! You're home!" Catelyn Stark rushes over and hugs you. You hug her just as tightly.

"Hey, Ma. Arya wanted to play with me and it's been months since I've been home so I figured I should take her."

"I'm sure she understands that you're busy with university and all."

"I know, Ma! But school is out and she said she was free." Arya pouts from beside you and you smile.

"I am free, no worries." You ruffle Arya's hair and she smiles at you.

"Be sure to be back for Dinner then."

"We'll buy some before we get home. Are Robb and Father-"

"Busy." You nod in understanding then take Arya's hand.

"You ready for an afternoon with me? Your best sister?"

"YEAH! We'll destroy those high scores in the arcade!" You grin and agree.

You come home with a passed out Arya, a bag full of plushies, and a bag with food.

"You actually made her sleep? You are a godsend." You laugh at your mom and grin.

"Once you get Arya's quirks and use them against her, she can make herself run out of energy."

"Please don't tell-"

"Ma, she wants to. She can afford to learn it still."

"But her marri-"

"She's still 9, ma. She doesn't need to think about that yet."

"Right. Are you staying for dinner at least?"

"Sure. Is Sansa-" Before you finish your sentence, someone has already hugged you.

"Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" You turn around and find your other little sister, Sansa Stark.

"Well, I had to exhaust this one so." Sansa looks at Arya who was cuddling your neck still.

"Whoa. Arya never sleeps this early."

"Like I said. Exhausted. Are Brandon and Rickon here?"

"Yep! They should be getting back from Winterfell by now."

"What did they do there??"

"Father wanted to show them something. Are you staying tonight?"

"If you're willing to share your bed."

"ALWAYS!" You shush her and smile.

"I'll just be putting this one in her bed then I'll come down. Here." You give the bag full of food to Catelyn and smile. "Some of my favorites."

"I'll plate them up." You nod and begin your walk with Arya still sleeping while cuddling your neck.

"You're becoming heavier, Arya. I wonder if I should do some training just so I can carry you around."

"Y/N! You're back!" Brandon says then hugs you.

"Hey, little brother." You kiss his head and smile as he beams at you.

"SIS!" Rickon shouts then tackles you to no avail.

"Heya, baby bro." You pick him up and grin. "Did you grow??"

"I did! I'm defeating Arya soon!" You grin at him.

"Don't let her hear you!" You ruffle his hair then turn to Sansa. "Did you do your homework yet?"

"No? Will you help me later?" She gives you her puppy dog eyes and you groan at her. You admit that you're too weak to your siblings.

"Fine. But no talking about boys. I swear to God if I hear one more thing about-"

"But Ser Loras is just so dreamy." You look at her with a deadpan expression.

"Try me and I will sleep besides Arya." Sansa pouts.

"Fine. No boy talk." She grumbles. "Stingy."

"I'm gay. I'd rather marry another omega as long as she's a woman." Catelyn smiles as she sees you getting along with your siblings.

"Do not plant ideas in their head."

"Ma, Sansa is as straight as a ruler. These two don't even know what their second genders are." Catelyn rolls her eyes at you. "That reminds me, when's your test?" You look at Sansa as you place Rickon at his seat.

"This Monday! I'm so excited to confirm that I'm an Omega!"

"And if you're a beta?" You ask and Catelyn slaps your arm. "What? There's nothing wrong about being a beta! I wanted to be one before."

"You did?" Sansa asks and you nod. "Why?"

"More options." Catelyn hits your head and you laugh.

"Why? Does being an omega lessen your options?"

"Technically, I can't have another omega as my soulmate. Not that it matters."

"Oh yeah, dad said he sent you someone." You roll your eyes at that.

"He sent a file of someone. He wouldn't just let some stranger in my apartment."

"Who is it?? Can we know??" You groan at the excitement in Sansa's voice. There's nothing more that interests her than love talk.

"She's a Targaryen."

"The Dragon Family!" Rickon shouts and you ruffle his hair.

"Yup! Bran, do you know their motto?" Brandon hums as he gets some food.

"Yeah. Fire and Blood, right?"

"Yup! You all will get some ice cream. I brought some earlier." Catelyn glares at you. "What?"

"Cavities."

"I only visit once in a while, Ma. Just this once." Catelyn pinches your cheek. "Ow! Give! Give!"

"Just this once and don't ever do this again without saying anything to me."

"Yes, Ma! I got it! Ow!" Catelyn finally lets you go and you hold your cheek. You pout at her. "You didn't have to pinch that hard."

"You know how I feel about sweets." You sigh.

"I know. Sorry."

"Good thing the ice cream didn't give Rickon sugar rush."

"Yeah. It was a relief that Ma didn't pinch me."

"Those two boys really love you and adore you."

"They do." You look at Sansa and pat her hair. "I hope you become a beta, baby girl." Sansa scoffs at you.

"Wha- why!?" You smile sadly at her.

"So then you'll have more freedom." Sansa holds your hand. "Sadly. As an Omega, everything is controlled for you here in Westeros. Specially if you have a last name of a noble."

"Y/N." You squeeze her hand and grin.

"Hopefully, you and Arya get to decide your own futures. And your own partners." Sansa gets teary eyed at that. You let go of her hand then pat her hair again. "Time to get ready for bed. I'll just check on Arya for a second, okay?" Sansa nods at you and you close her door before covering your mouth with your hand.

Freedom. What a grand word. For you, it was thrown out the window when you got your test results.

Everyone says that Omegas have equal standings with Alphas. That the world is getting better.

"What a load of fucking bullshit." You mumble to yourself as you make your way to Arya's room.

You open the door and see that Arya is still fast asleep. You get to her bed and kiss her head.

"I hope you'll have more freedom than me, little one." You tuck her in and leave.

PS.

Jon is a Stark here and Catelyn knows he's Lyanna's son but no one knows who his father is. Let's just pretend for a second that he's not a Targaryen.

I actually was going to go the usual route for this aka Alpha Reader but decided against it. Omega Reader just works better for the angst inside my head.

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