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Yan!HOTD Characters as Greek Gods
I want to thank @aphroditelovesu for giving me the inspiration, also side note do not take the gods canonical relationships literally
Viserys as Hades + God of the Underworld and the Dead
Viserys was a god who stood out from the gloomy darkness of his realm. The seat once shared by his beloved wife is now long dead with all the other souls. No temples were erected in his honor on the earthly soil, for the underworld served as his shrine. Still, Viserys lent many of his powers and crafts to help the other gods defeat their enemies, either it be a monster or a titan. When he needed to see his family, he would emerge to the earth itself. There a moral caught his eye.
Viserys spent a great deal of time observing your everyday life. He enjoyed catching on to all your little habits and tendencies. The god was prepared to wait until your life's string came to an end. In the mean time, all good things came your way. While he wouldn't be able to stop your death from happening, he can certainly make it as peaceful and painless as possible. Viserys will welcome you with the greatest warmth when you arrive in his realm, and you will be surrounded by servants who will carry out your every wish.
Just as he has done all those other times Viserys will give you the time and space you need to adjust to this new, strange world. Desiring your happiness, Viserys might let you visit Earth but only for a short time. The god can't go too long without you by his side. He detests the idea of using coercion to get what he wants, but Viserys must make sure you never leave him. It is a blessing that you are a mortal, completely unaware of the pomegranate seeds that are given to you.
Daemon as Ares + God of War and Courage
It was Daemon, out of all the gods, who was most frowned upon, the one with the endless list of foes. Many came to fear him and they had every reason to. For Daemon was a powerful god-quick to anger and raring for a fight regardless of the consequences. A jest spread among the gods was that Daemon's one and only true love was war itself. But what a shock it was to see the mortal in the god's arms. With his remarks and the severe violence he inflicted upon the mortals, Daemon, again and again demonstrated nothing but contempt and superiority over them.
Why you attracted the god of war's attention will forever remain a mystery. Could it be you had a fire inside of you that never went out or you had such a gentle soul that the god saw it as his duty to ruin you, or perhaps he saw you as a fair trade for one of his victories. Truthfully, Daemon himself is not fully sure what drew him to you. Still, the god comes to you, luring you in with lavish gifts and words sweet as honey. And if you aren’t compliant, the god sees no issue picking you up while you struggle to free yourself-screaming and clawing.
Daemon has no care for what other Olympian deities thought when he kept you near him. They were already not fond of him and he was amused to no end to see their frustration, even having you displayed seated on his lap. Your life with Daemon is strangely not as dull and miserable as one might anticipate. He will always be rough and harsh, but you are shown a rare side of gentleness. You may never know if the god truly loves you, but you can be sure that if someone takes what he views as his, he will go to war a hundred times over it.
Rhaenyra as Athena + Goddess of Wisdom and War
Rhaenyra is a goddess with pride. A great warrior. Rhaenyra does not, however, hold humankind in such low regard as the many gods who came before her. She saw herself as their protector and rewarded those who came to worship in her temple. But it's not as if she isn't dangerous. The goddess is unmerciful in her use of curses. Any offense or insult will result in a terrible fate. And what fate bestows upon you when the goddess herself watches you. Desiring you from the very moment she caught sight of you.
She is a master of disguise. Every word she spoke enticed you further and further into her grasp. There were the fleeting touches the goddess made to your skin to pique your desire. Her lips were painted with a smile that lowered your guard. You find yourself becoming a puppet as Rhaenyra hovers over you, pulling the strings to speak the words she wants you to hear, to touch her how she wants to be touched, and look at her how she wants to be gazed upon.
Rhaenyra never wants you to leave her realm. The goddess is ready to gift you whatever your heart desires, but the earth is no longer a place you can call home. Rhaenyra will never lay a hand on you; gentle and soft with you. The only times you no longer see your lover but the goddess of war is if you are foolish enough to believe you can get away from her. She won’t understand. Has she not dedicated herself to you. Has she not given you every ounce of her heart. Whatever the reason is, your place remains by her side and she will make sure you know of this.
Rhaenys as Hecate + Goddess of Magic and the Moon
Rhaenys, the goddess of sorcery and the moon, who her domain also extends to creatures of the night; particularly hounds and ghosts. She’s often seen accompanied by her black hounds, donning a long robe, holding burning torches. Neither was she evil, nor was she wholly benevolent, but she did reveal her nature through actions, rewarding loyalty among her followers. Captivated by your presence in her temple, the goddess of sorcery was drawn to your compassion and innocence. She found herself spending more time just observing you, enchanted by how your features glowed in the gentle embrace of moonlight.
Rhaenys has always been confident and assertive, when she’s certain that she desires you, she’ll do whatever it takes to have you by her side. However, she’ll stray away from using force. If she’ll seek your companionship, Rhaenys resolutes in waiting it be your choice, to love her the same rather than do it with instilling fear in you. Her introduction was gradual, allowing you to adapt in time to her presence. Much of this is involved in simple conversations, where she enjoys getting to know the little details of your life (even if she already knew most of it).
Instead of overwhelming you with extravagant gifts, she opted for small trinkets. And adding to the ease of your connection, Rhaenys’s mystical hounds display a fondness for you, allowing you to pet them. Even when you remain in her domain, Rhaenys remains steadfast in not forcing you to love her. She has all the patience as the goddess begins to slowly express her affection more openly with gentle caresses to your face as she presents you with more lavish gifts. Her patience was rewarded seeing how eager you are to spend every moment with her.
Corlys as Poseidon + God of the Sea and Waters
Not only was Corlys the god of the seas but also associated with earthquakes and horses. He stood out as a highly ambitious deity and known for his unwavering loyalty to Mount Olympus. Unlike some deities, Corlys is willing to engage with mortals, after all, they have a dependence on the seas for trade and travel. However, it’s also known that when dealing with the god of the sea, do not try to trick or cross him, for he has demonstrated a vengeful nature when felt insulted.
It was during your many ventures near the beach, having a profound love and fascination for the sea that you encountered the god of the sea. In your frequent visits, the shores yielded treasures ranging from the most beautiful seashells to even a literal pearl, a gift from the god. Upon making his presence known, Corlys takes matters into his own hands. Taking you to the temple beneath the sea as he cannot rely on chance encounters by the shore and it’ll save him all the trouble of finding you if you choose to never visit again.
Your place from now on remains with Corly’s temple. He has made promises to make you visit the shore from time to time once he’s confident you won’t attempt an escape. Eager to please, Corlys has an allure of lost treasures within his home, offering you any if you desire. He also takes great care to ensure your comfort, harboring no intention of causing harm or raising his voice. His desire is clear- to have you willingly at his side.
Laena as Aphrodite + Goddess of Love and Beauty
Laena was more than just being thegoddess of beauty and love; she was one of fertility, pleasure, and eternal youth. Occasionally she presided over marriage. Legends went so far as to attribute her beauty to being the cause of the Trojan War. Despite her being desired and adored by everyone, even capturing the affections of the infamous god of war himself, Laena's heart chose you; a mortal who didn’t seem all that extraordinary. But none of that mattered to the goddess of love, who found herself drawn to you, desiring nothing more than for you to share her boundless love and adoration.
When Laena first approached you, she displayed no hesitation in expressing her clear intentions of wanting to court you. Doves and sparrows seemed to fly around you. In the vicinity of your home, myrtles and roses bloomed abundantly and Laena took it upon herself to personally hand you the blossoms, alongside the most marvelous seashells. Whenever you expressed gratitude or attempted to deny her gifts out of politeness, Laena would firmly assure you that you deserved nothing but the best. As she would engage in conversations, Laena would hold your gaze, running her fingers on your cheek or shoulder with such tenderness.
Even after you became hers, Laena never stops showering you with praise and luscious gifts. The dresses she adorned you with were among the most lavish you had ever seen, and men would certainly go to war for the jewelry that adorned your skin. And for her home, which she claims is now your home too, she’s willing more than anything to accommodate any of your demands to make it all the more welcoming. Whether it’s placing all your favorite books or presenting you all your favorite foods. After all, you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with her.
Otto as Zeus + God of the Sky and Thunder
Otto stood as the god among gods, the force behind the establishment of order and justice in Olympus. It was his duty as king, to reign and ensure harmony throughout the divine realm. He had a number of children; it counted those that were outside of his marriage. Mortals and gods alike collectively averted their gaze, as the god of thunder desired to maintain an image of a prudent and a pious. And while like any god, he considered himself above mortal beings, he would observe them with keen interest.
Unfortunate for you, if you happened to catch his eye, resisting him was a futile endeavor. It began with him orchestrating ways to make your life more comfortable — discovering the lushest trees near your home, bearing the most delectable fruits you'd ever savor. An eagle, acting as his messenger, would shower you with all sorts of gifts, from fragrant olive oils to delicate silver coins and ivory trinkets. The weather seemed to dance to his whims, birds serenading under the radiant sun.
It was also his way to signal his presence, a silent acknowledgment a being beyond the mortal realms was watching. And when his presence becomes known, he vows to treasure you for eternity (hinting at what’ll become of your mortal life). It’s difficult to deny him with all the myriad blessings he bestowed upon you. Once you’re brought to his home, he will present you with a luxurious silk robe and servants who dutifully follow your every command. Even if you resist, his determination remains unswayed. As a god, time was his ally and he believed in due course, you would succumb to his temptations.
Alicent as Hera + Goddess of Marriage and Childhood
Alicent stood as the embodiment of matrimony and domestic life, a revered figure to whom women turned in prayer for the blessings of harmonious marriages, the safe return of their husbands, and in hopes of birthing a healthy child. Despite her attempts to project a demure demeanor, the goddess had a silent reputation for her jealousy and occasional vengefulness. Alicent had divine authority, navigating the intricate game of politics and perhaps that was why no one dared to question her decision to bring a mortal being along.
It was all under the reason of needing a servant though you were not yet married, still, no one dared to voice it. As her supposed servant, you were strangely exempt from menial tasks such as washing clothes or scrubbing the floor; such duties were deemed beneath you. Instead, the majority of your days were spent in the company of the goddess. You found yourself dressing and brushing Alicent’s hair as she shared her grievances about the perceived foolishness surrounding her court.
Your time was further consumed by tending to Hera’s children and grandchildren, and her strictures extended to where you were not permitted to eat meals with other servants. In truth, the goddess had little need for another servant. But you a mortal, had sought her prayer, coming to her temple wishing for a happy life for the arrangement your parents orchestrated for you. But Alicent had been watching you long before and you have become the object of her desire. She promised to find you a suitor but the intensity of her gaze and the uncanny resemblance between the necklace of hers and the one she gifted you hints at something beyond that.
Aegon II as Dionysus + God of Wine and Pleasure
Aegon is known for seemingly lazy nature and rarely being seen sober, he’s notorious for the wild parties and dramatic theaters he orchestrates. The many lovers he has are ones that no one bothers to learn their names, as they typically don’t linger beyond a day. The few bastards he fathered are not accounted for. When the god of wines comes upon you, there was an unmistakable eagerness to have you in his bed. While you and others are at no fault to assume that it was driven solely by lust, you soon find it unraveled beyond that.
As a mortal, the prospect of rejecting a god was not a reasonable one. His presence was suffocating with a possessive jealousy over your interactions with others and an incessant need for you to be near him. At times, he would pull you into his lap, craving for your affection and praise. Besides his constant need to have you share his bed at every turn, his lingering hands, and wanting your every attention, it’s not as terrible as one initially assumes.
The god of wine provided you with the sweetest food, accompanied of course by his signature wine. He adorned you in exquisite clothing, though in the privacy of his chambers, they were far more revealing and sheer. While it was somewhat accepted to have fleeting lovers for a day, appearing with you by his side on every occasion garnered disapproval from the other gods. However, Aegon was indifferent; no stranger to being considered a disappointment. You were the one thing he was sure of, even harboring a secret desire to make you immortal, hoping you don’t notice how different your wine tastes.
Helaena as Persephone + Goddess of Seasons and Vegetation
Helaena possessed a kind of gentleness that was unusual among the gods. She carried herself with such grace and consideration. Helaena grew up to be a lovely woman who caught the interest of gods and humans alike. With mortals, the goddess did not look down on them. If anything, Helaena seemed to see the goodness and beauty in them despite all of their flaws. It therefore comes as no great surprise when the goddess seems so enchanted by you-a simple mortal.
Helaena spent many days watching you. She possessed unending patience. What a fascinating sight you are. Deemed by the goddess to be the most beautiful being to ever walk this earth. Helaena cared nothing more than your happiness hence why you come home to a plethora of gifts and trinkets. It could be the most delicious fruit you've ever eaten or a dress the goddess sewed herself. And wherever you are, you found plants growing all around that never seem to wither-fruits and vegetables you never imagined would ever grow there.
Helaena was content as long as she could see you every day. Even if she couldn't speak or stand before you. All that mattered to her was to see your lovely smile as you open her gifts or to hear your joyful laughter. But shall you wish to meet her. Shall you seem unsatisfied with your life. Helaena will make her presence known. The goddess is nothing but a tender lover. Giving you all the time you need to adjust to her realm. Happy to watch from a distance and just speak with you.
Aemond as Apollo - God of Sun and Art
Aemond was also a god of music, truth, and healing, he was considered wise even at such a relatively young age. He enjoyed writing poems and believed in law and order. Unlike his brother, Aemond was recognized for his numerous contributions, particularly in the realms of medicine and prophecy. Aemond shows intense loyalty to his family and a great love for his mother but also is known for his jealousy and a wrathful nature; particularly when he perceives insults directed at his family or either himself.
Many of your actions could’ve caught his eye, your visits to his temple, your singing voice echoing through the fields, how you immersed yourself far away from everyone else with the books you read. He doesn’t wish to frighten you, guided by a gentle approach to engage you in conversations. You can feel his gaze follow you, a silent presence that seems to accompany your every move. In due time, Aemond would express his desire for you to be his lover, to not only give him your body, but your mind and soul. Even if you do not share his feelings, denying him is not advisable, Aemond is not one for rejections.
Even if you were to deny him, Aemond would still bring you to Mount Olympus, introducing you to the other gods, making sure you understood that your place belonged with him. And while he attempts to give you some space, the god of the sun cannot bring himself to stay away. Aemond sought to spend every moment of the day with you, from sharing the same bed, to waking together to sharing meals. He yearns to hear your every thought from the flowers you liked to your opinion on the poetry he’s dedicated to you.
Criston as Heracles + Demi- God of Strength and Heroes
Criston was born a mortal. Yet even as a child, Criston showed such strength and courage unmatched by any other. He has proven to be a fierce warrior over the years. While he was hailed as a hero, many of his rage-fueled actions beg to differ. It took Criston to die to be reborn as the Demi-god. Taken from the flames to Mount Olympus where he was granted eternal youth and the right to live among the gods. He was offered a goddess, but Criston had his eyes set somewhere else.
Criston believes he must protect you. That you need him far more than he needs you. You are just a mere mortal. One fall can be fatal. Doesn't matter that his involvement could be the very reason your life is at forfeit. Makes no difference the many times you struggle and try to escape him. Criston holds you in his arms, repeating the same mantra over and over. That you have a need for him. That he must shield you from all those who will harm you. He rarely leaves your side, and no amount of begging or insults will convince him to do so.
As your lover, you have a man capable of crushing a village to ruins, capable of winning against an army. You bring out the worst in him, the madness. A madness seen in the mere thought of you being in another’s arms. Criston won't accept the possibility of your death. He was blessed with the gift of immortality and will stop at nothing to grant you the same blessing. A wonderful thought to him, but a nightmare to you. Given the chaos that will be left behind, the gods may grant him his wish.
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Relax.... *SMUT*
Summary: Having a lovely and relaxing day with your lovers....Until hands start to wander then all the peace and quiet goes out the window.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Word count: 2.6k
Warnings: No use of protection, a few spanks, degradation, face-sitting, biting and marking,
You smiled as you back laid in bed with your husband and wife Daemon and Laena having been with them both for some time now, letting the sheets cover you all as you chose to simply relax in bed having decided to forgo any actual plans for the day as the three cuddled and caressed each other letting the tension rise as the tender moment turned into teasing. You smiled to yourself as you leaned into Daemon’s touch as you moved your hand across his chest before moving over to Laena, gently touching Laena's dark skin before looking up at the blonde male and softly pressed your lips against his before barely pulling away "Careful Daemon or otherwise we'll need a round together again."
He chuckles, gently squeezing your rear playfully "what's wrong with that?" He teased, kissing you on the mouth to silence your tongue, his hand lightly caresses Laena’s skin "I don't see why all 3 of us can't have a go, we've done it before" He mumbled between kisses. "Yes we have my love, but I need time to recover between rounds," Laena whispered with a smile, kissing Daemon gently."Besides, you know I like to watch you and our darling," she added, looking towards you with a teasing smile. Daemon grins at the idea of an audience "maybe it would be fun, for someone else to watch for a change?" He says, glancing towards you "what do you think, dove?" He asked, looking to see your response to the idea.
You nodded eagerly, your smile growing wider as your eyes turned back towards Laena. Without a word, the silver haired woman nodded her head in agreement. "I agree with Daemon. It would be... quite exciting to have an audience for once. Mayhaps a change of pace would be good for us all," You said, reaching out to touch Daemon's cheek. Daemon grins back at Laena "I never knew you were such a voyeur" He grinned at his own joke, caressing her dark skin "we can all have our very own private show" He whispered in her ear, his other hand caressing your ass his eyes drift down your body "but first, let's get you out of that dress" His hand trailing over your soft skin "A private show does sound lovely. And who am I to deny you that?" Laena said with a grin. As Daemon's hand caressed your body, her eyes began to travel further south, finding it quite arousing. She cleared her throat and quickly looked back up to Daemon. "But of course," she said with a shy smile. "Though, perhaps we should also do away with all those pesky clothes as well. All of this clothing seems to get in the way." Laena chuckled as Daemon's hand grazed against you as if teasing you slowly and she nodded in agreement. "Indeed, I have always loved the idea of entertaining myself by watching," Laena whispered "You want to see me with nothing on?" You asked with a smirk. "Why don't you use those strong hands of yours to strip me first, my love?" You continued, stepping closer to Daemon with a playful grin on your face.
"Mhm, that's better" He smiled, grabbing hold of your flimsy nightgown. As he slid it past your curves, the gown hangs limply from your arms until he guides it to the floor. Laena seems to be enjoying the sight, watching him stripping you and giggling as she does "Would you like to help me?" He murmured into Laenas ear "I think you could handle these straps better, love" His eyes turn to you, your legs already spread and exposed, and he ran his hand up your bare thigh. Pushing you down onto the bed, Laena sits on the edge of the bed and smiles as your breasts are exposed "they really could do with a good caress" Laena says, brushing her hand over your nipples "maybe you like a little punishment too eh?" She whispers.
"Mmm, just as I thought my love. Your breasts look lovely," Daemon said, lightly pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. "Do you enjoy that little punishment?" the silver haired woman whispered in your ear as her hand wandered down your body. She looked back up at Daemon, Laena gave you a wink and a smile before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours. "Mmm..." Daemon grunted, kissing you gently to distract you from Laena’s touch "what do you think, should we add more punishment?" He asked , leaning in and licking down your neck. Leaning in, Laena pressed her lips against Daemon's before turning her attention back to you. "Let us add a little more punishment... I think our darling is very eager to please us," she said. With one hand, Laena slid her fingers along the length of your body before resting her palms against your breasts."Y/n is a lucky girl," Laena said with a smirk as she watched Daemon fondle your breasts as well. "I would love to continue punishing her," Laena whispered to Daemon as she nibbled along your neck, leaving light bite marks on your skin. Laena pulled away from you and sighed before looking back at Daemon, a smirk on her face. "In fact, our sweet baby should be punished further. More than just touching."
Daemon grin, his touch turning to a rough scratch as he squeezed your breast "she would look beautiful with teeth marks along her breasts, wouldn't you agree?" as he said this he glanced towards Laena’s marked neck and her lips form a playful smile. You let out a soft moan, your eyes closing as your body tensed up. You were certainly enjoying the way Daemon and Laena were making you feel. "Do you think so? That I would look beautiful with teeth marks along my breasts?" You whispered. "You shall have to make sure all of those bruises don't fade, then. I shall cherish each and every one of them," You purred and a grin slowly spread across your face. Laena watched Daemon press his teeth against your earlobe. Her eyes followed his hand as he gently squeezed your breasts, her lips curling into a slight smile. "The perfect pair of breasts to mark," she said quietly. Laena kissed Daemon's neck, slowly moving her mouth along the scratches she had left there earlier. She was excited to watch Daemon inflict some of his own damage upon their share wife. "I can see you might need some help with punishing Y/n," she whispered.
Daemon could feel his grin widen and kiss Laena’s neck, enjoying her presence. "Let's do it" He looked back to you, kissing your neck and nibbling at the tender nape. "I want to leave your body and skin marked, bruised and perfect only for us" He spoke softly into your ear "your skin belongs to me and Laena" Your fingers clenched into the sides of the bed as you groaned. "So possessive," You whispered, looking up at Daemon, "but you are not wrong. Your teeth will leave marks that will look beautiful against my skin." You looked over at Laena with a smile of pure pleasure. You knew that, once Daemon had finished with you, Laena would also leave your body with bruises and kisses. You began to squirm around on the bed just at the very thought, your eyes shutting as Daemon kissed your neck. "Mmm," You groaned as his lips and his hands felt absolutely marvelous. Not one to remain at the sidelines, Laena moved to embrace you and kissed you on the lips. Her hands traveled down to your waist and traced over the ridges of your hips.
"I want you to always think of Laena and I when you look at your skin" Daemon growled, turning his focus to your breasts, his teeth making a distinct mark over your left nipple. As he does this he looks over to Laena watching as her fingers trace over your hips as she kisses you on the lips again. "Mmm, such an eager girl," Laena purred and kissed you softly letting the tension build with each kiss, letting her tongue explore your mouth. "More punishment?" Daemon whispered into your ear, his hand drifting down your body to your nether regions and gliding your inner thighs teasing you "I thought you liked it when I punished you?" He purred, kissing your neck and biting your shoulder playfully "do you need to be taught what happens to pretty girls when they're naughty, baby?" He whispers, lightly kissing your ear, nibbling on your lobe.
Laena moves closer, the two of them pinning you down against the bed as she kisses your neck, scratching at your shoulder as her hand gently reaches up and brushes against your breast again. Laena leans in close against your back. "I want to leave marks so that everyone can see, marks that people will know, that you belong to me and Daemon" She whispered in your ear "I want you to always think of Laena and I when you look at your skin" Daemon growl in your ear. As he do this he looked over to Laena "she's very eager for a little rough treatment like our cute little slut" You whimpered looking at them both as they spoke like you weren’t there, giving them pleading eyes as you spoke with a whine "Use me already please just use me already." Laena grinned at Daemon's comment and nodded her head in agreement. Your words were rather appealing to Laena, and she thought you would look rather sexy with her marks all over you "As she wishes," Laena whispered as she kissed you again before leaning in to bite your breast.
Daemon's hand reaches over towards your waist and presses his against your stomach as he slid his cock deep inside of you, giving you a moment before picking up the pace of his hips "She is an eager girl" He murmurs, nibbling on your neck before bringing his hand down on your ass roughly as he continued using your body while Laena kept kissing you and muffling each other’s moans "Why don't you sit on her face love? you both always enjoy that." Laena chuckled as Daemon ordered her to sit on your face. "You heard him, my love. How can I resist him for long?” With one swift move, Laena climbed on top of you and kissed you on the lips one last time. She looked back at Daemon for a moment and chuckled before leaning down towards your body. She was quite excited about the prospect of giving you a taste of her body herself. Daemon grinned at the sight "Yes Laena, please do indulge her" He spoke letting his eyes take in the sight just within reach, gently moving his hand on Laena’s back and kissing her shoulder he looked over at Laena and smiled, watching her settle on your face with a look of excitement on her face. He looked back to you "is that what you want love? Laena on your face?" He asked teasingly, his hands running along your thighs but kept thrusting his hips letting out small groans "I think you might enjoy that.”
Laena looked back at Daemon as he pleased you roughly. She enjoyed the way he looked at her as she went about pleasuring herself with your mouth. She could feel your warm breath on her bare cunt before moaning sweetly as she felt your tongue as she leaned over, and she moved to sit up higher on your face."Mmm, I want you to taste every inch of my body," Laena whispered as Daemon continued stroking himself inside of you. Laena tilted her head back and continued to pleasure you, her hips rocking back and forth more than ever. She felt Daemon's hand on her shoulder and his breath on her ear. At the sound of Daemon's words, she smiled slightly as she kept moving. "I do enjoy her," she whispered in Daemon's ear. With Laena leaning forward on your face as she rode your tongue like nothing else mattered in that moment, Daemon turns his focus back to you. His hand begins to glide along the length of your thighs. His fingertips dance along the sensitive skin of your labia, teasing you as he even started slowing his pace down just to tease you more before he grabbed Laena's face as he kissed her roughly as they both used you like a toy that didn't matter.
Laena took her time, touching you everywhere she could. When Daemon grasped her face and kissed her roughly, she let out a soft purr and moved to kiss him back passionately. She enjoyed the way that Daemon treated you as she was riding, teasing you relentlessly before eventually picking up the pace. "Mmm, you are both so wonderful," she purred. Daemon can barely contain himself, letting out soft grunts as he watches Laena ride your face "yes, that's exactly it" he whispers "ride her harder." he then whispers in Laena’s ear "this just might be my favorite show" Daemon grins at the response Laena gives when he grabs her face, the sounds of pleasure coming from your mouth a music for his ears. "You two must be really enjoying yourselves" He whispered to your ear, his tongue brushing against your nipples. He felt his body tense as he became close and groaned loudly "I'm gonna breed this cute pussy."
"Mmm, I am riding as hard as I can, Daemon," The Lady of the Tides panted softly as she continued moving her hips, letting you hold her closer even as she tried to pull away which caused the coil in her stomach to nearly snap at how much you seemed to want her on your face as Daemon fucked you. "It feels wonderful to see another woman's body riding you so eagerly" One of his hands rests along Laena’s neck, stroking her shoulder and holding her closer "don't hold back my love" He whispered into Laena's ear "if you feel you can't take any more we can stop but I like seeing you enjoy her like this" He murmured softly as Laena continues to ride your face, a light growl escapes his throat and he whispers "I'm close.”
Laena's face flushed as Daemon spoke in her ear. She enjoyed the way that he looked at her while she took you in such a way, but she was also enjoying you very much. "Don't you worry my love, you and I will keep using her for our pleasure," Laena purred with a grin. "And I do not wish to stop. Just make sure to hold on." With that, Laena increased her speed, hoping to find her own pleasure quickly. As Laena's tempo quickens, so does Daemon's pace as his hips snap against yours. The silver haired woman continued to rock back and forth, enjoying each moment as a soft moan escapes her lips. She kept her legs slightly spread, and her hips continued to move.
As Daemon's hips continued to move, you all eventually reached the climax of your love making. Laena let out a soft moan and her hips slowed. She looked down and watched Daemon as he finished. "That felt wonderful, my love," she said as her breath continued to be heavy. She moved off of you and kissed you on the cheek. "And that was also quite wonderful," she said with a wink. As Daemon come he closed his eyes and leaned back, the feeling of satisfaction coursing through his veins his body still trembling slightly he grinned, looking over to you both "I agree, I like seeing you both satisfied.”
Daemon’s face turns to a contented smile as he lays next to you after pulling both you and Laena close, his hand caressing your cheek "You're beautiful, my love" He whispered sweetly before laying your head down on his chest his fingers brushing through your hair he looked over to Laena "and so are you. I hope you both enjoyed that as much as I did.”
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Being the daughter of Laena Velarion
Laena Velarion x daughter reader (platonic)
Reader is the daughter of Laena and Daemon
-Laena will instantly love you. She had always wanted a girl and she would end up with three! From the moment you are born she is desperate to hold you. You grandparents will be nearby to see the baby, their first grandchild to have their blood. Now there is Daemon. Daemon clearly has expectation he wants his kids to live up to. Unfortunately if you are not living up to those expectations then his attention will mostly be on Baela. In this case Laena will mostly be the one to step in.
You and your sister Rhaena were both curled up on your mothers lap, listening to the crackle of the fire. Baela and your father were in the next room reading some rare ancient Valyrian scroll. Although Daemon Targaryen was not an absent father it was clear Baela was the main source of his attention. She was a scholar, warrior, orator of articulate words and a dragonrider. Rhaena and yourself could claim no such titles. Laena hummed some old tune from her childhood. You caught some of the words, your Valarian was lacking. Laena's fingers ran through your braids. Eyes closed and you allowed yourself to be lulled into a deep sleep.
-Laena's idea of a good time is a nice long walk on the beach and a picnic, especially on visits to Driftmark. But as much as she loves some quiet the festivals taking place in the market place at Pentos are what bring her the most joy. The entire family will head out to the market and revel in the festivities. Your childhood is filled with lots of traveling and adventures. Laena loves to dance with you, leading you by your little hands.
The sun hammered down on the busy crowd below. Music drifted through the heir as colourful silks fluttered amongst the hectic to-and-fro. In the centre was a mother and her daughter dancing to the music. Laena took the lead, twirling her little girl about. Laena picked her daughter in into the air. Y/n sqealed with delight as the salty air tickled her skin. People stopped to stair, watching some of the last Valarians dancing about.
-On days were no one feels like going out Laena loves to to sit by the fire and drink a warm drink her mother use to make. Pillows and blankets will be set up. As the rain pitter-patters on the ground you stay safely inside. It feels nice be protected by the elements. Laena will wrap an arm around your body as you curl up next to her. The five of you (including Daemon and your sisters) will sit around and listen to his stories about Old Valyria.
"Daenys Targaryen recived a vision from the Valyrian Gods, our Gods. And in that dream she saw Valyria in flames. Smoke choked the life of entire bloodlines, dragons fell from the sky and the worlds greatest civilization ended. Except house Targaryen. Aenar Targaryen chose to leave his home and all he knew, with the last dragons of Old Valyria. And there they stayed on their island. Until Aegon the Conqueror." Baela was already asleep in her fathers arms. You and Rhaena were leaning on your mother, moments from sleep. As your fathers soft voice and mothers warmth surrounded you, sleep came over.
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Sword and Silk
Summary: Within the ancient walls of the Red Keep, the Princess is ensnared by the looming presence of Ser Harwin "Breakbones" Strong, his silent vigilance concealing darker depths. Amidst his whispers of protection, a hidden yearning simmers beneath the surface, entwined with the secrets that swarm within the castle's corridors.
Warnings: Themes of violence, including depictions of physical altercations, character death, grief, complex power dynamics, manipulation and coercion.
Author's Note: Your feedback is valuable to me as an author. Whether it's your thoughts on the characters, the plot twists, or even just your emotional response to the story, I genuinely want to hear from you. Stay tuned for the second part!
Word Count: 2.4k
HE WAS HER SHADOW. Strolling heavy-footed behind her at every moment. The princess's every move was scrutinised under his unwavering gaze. King Viserys had long lectured his only daughter in the belly of his sleeping chamber. The presence of her Kingsguard was for her own protection. Ser Harwin "Breakbones" Strong was true to his namesake. The thought that harm might come to her under his shield was amusing.
Still, she felt so diminutive; every footstep, his looming presence followed. He towered over her like the godswood tree under which her lessons commenced. His wide back and mighty arms did not settle the swarm of wasps that buzzed within her belly. It rattled their nest.
She was left to her own devices during the day within the heart of the sept. The seven walls of the dusty stone room seldom held the inhabitants of the castle. Their focus remained fixed on indulging their whims, she always thought. After her delicate finger lit a candle at the altar, she bent both knees before the marble statue of The Father. A precipitation of teardrops rolled down the apples of her cheeks. There she begged, hands clasped for the soul of her dear mother.
She would emerge when the sun hung low in the sky and the shadows grew long. Her dampened features never failed to draw Ser Harwin's attention. His thick eyebrows drew themselves together over his deep sable eyes.
"Are you alright, Princess?" He would always whisper.
These were the only times her lilac eyes would dare flicker to his, resembling the red of her house banner.
"Yes, Ser Harwin." She would croak before averting her eyes to the grey stone path beneath her feet.
ON A DAY OF GENTLE BREEZE, tranquil waters and clear skies, her cousin, Lady Laena Velaryon's ship, docked at the harbour of Blackwater Bay.
Ser Harwin's eyes softened as a genuine smile graced the Princess's lips for once. A fleeting moment of brightness amidst the shadows that surrounded her.
"Cousin!" She cried.
She nearly tripped over the train of her black gown, running towards her kin, arms outstretched.
When the gap between them was sealed, an entanglement of limbs ensued, their silver hair dancing wildly in the wind.
"How is my dearest Y/N?" The older girl asked, panting.
The Princess nodded as they began to walk down the pier.
Stark-white seagulls flew above them alongside the dark scales of Vhagar.
The large dragon casting a quick shadow.
The crew unloading the cargo of the ship gasped in awe of the great beast.
"The days no longer seem long… as I have written in my letters. They now somehow manage to bleed together. I often confuse many moons ago for yesterday…" She sighed.
Lady Laena clutched the Princess's cold hands within her own.
"You shall grieve no longer, sweet Y/N. We shall fête every day until I depart!" She laughed, tugging her into a hug that nearly suffocated the younger girl.
Ser Harwin smiled unbeknownst to the two, his heavy boots following behind as always.
Y/N hurriedly walked through the corridor of the Red Keep, the sound of her low-heeled shoes barely audible against the polished marble floor.
She came to a halt at a heavy Valyrian steel door, gesturing to it with delicate fingers.
"The finest room in the castle, for my truest confidant." She giggled.
The knight had not heard the Princess laugh in that manner since her last name day when the Queen was still alive.
KING VISERYS HAD declared that there be three days of celebration for his daughter.
On the first night, a lavish feast commenced. Every elegantly clad guest gorged themselves on the most sumptuous of delicacies. From roasted boar to buttered rolls to indulgent cakes adorned with fruit and thick frosting.
Amidst his peers, the man with dark curls hungered for something else - or rather, someone.
Princess Y/N sat tall upon a skillfully carved chair among the rest of her family, her dainty wrist adorned with a pewter bracelet encrusted with rubies. It grazed against the velvet tablecloth as she spoke. She and her cousin Lady Laena brushed shoulders, occasionally whispering and giggling as they indulged heavily in Dornish wine.
The crimson colour gown she donned made her bronze skin more radiant, competing with the shimmer of its silk fabric. The garment's onyx corset adorned with an embroidered dragon and delicate lace details sinched her waist. The dress hugged every curve of her body with a luxurious embrace. The neckline embellished with matching black lace plunged daringly low, accentuating the swell of her bust.
No fault of the Princess, he imagined; she certainly could not be aware of how appetisingly she had blossomed over the past year - he certainly had not until now.
"Brother, you are drooling," his brother Larys jested.
Ser Harwin averted his gaze instantaneously.
The knight, in his finest attire, futilely attempted to focus on the roasted duck drowned in gravy that sat on his plate. He could not resist the décolletage of the heiress, his eyes carefully peering at the curly-haired beauty.
On the second day, when the sun hung directly overhead, the King commanded a tournament be held. Lords and Ladies of Westeros and the lesser kingdoms filled the seats of the great coliseum, heavy bags of coin in their grasp with the intention of placing bets on the bravest knights.
Despite the tremor of his hands, Lord Strong encouraged his son to be among those in the festivities.
As the knights prepared for the final joust, Ser Harwin Strong approached the royal pavilion where the princess sat. His skin was slick with sweat that he hoped she assumed was a byproduct of the Westerosi summer. His armour was clangorous with the steady trot of his steed. His eyes were fixed on her visage as he steadied his mount.
"Princess," he began, bowing his head before her, "I ask that you bestow me the honor of wearing your favor."
The Princess slowly rose from her cushioned seat and approached the railing, the wreath of blood-red roses in her delicate grasp.
A shy smile graced her painted lips.
Her voice was barely above a whisper. "May it bring you luck, Ser Harwin."
The man contained the swell of pride that erupted in his broad chest as the wreath now adorned his wooden lance.
"Thank you, Your Grace," he said, "I shall carry it with pride."
Ser Harwin's armour gleamed in the sunlight as he returned to his position.
Silence settled over the coliseum.
With a thunderous roar, the signal was given, and the two knights spurred their steeds into action. Dust danced in the air as the hooves of horses thundered down the lists, lances steadied and gazes marked on thine own target.
The lances crashed against each other. Only black-haired knight's held true, colliding with the armour of his opponent with brutal force. He, however, remained steady on the leather of his saddle.
with brutal force. He however, remained steady upon the leather of his saddle.
The nobles erupted into cheers as Ser Harwin's opponent was unseated, descending to the dust with a deafening clangour. The victorious knight waved briefly to the crowd before his horse gave out below him.
The gasps and screams of the court reverberated through the arena.
The shrieks of steel on steel rang across the jousting field as the two knights clashed. Ser Harwin was a man possessed, his blows raining down upon his opponent with relentless force. At one point, he tossed aside his sword, pummeling his opponent with simply his hands, both fists pounding against his chest.
As the dust settled and the screams of the crowd fell dead, Ser Harwin stood with his head hung, his gauntlets bloody, and his breath in ragged gasps. There was no longer pride in his eyes; only a grim visage remained, finding no solace in knowing he had defended his honour and upheld the code to which he had sworn his life.
He gazed upon the Princess's face; her violet eyes widened, and her mouth agape.
On the last night, fireworks exploded in the midnight sky above the ships of Blackwater Bay, the most noble of houses making drunken toasts to the Princess Y/N.
A table of gifts, wrapped in the most ornate of papers and fabrics and tied in the most elaborate and fantastical of bows, piled as high as the mountains in the North. It only grew as the evening went on, each courtier attempting to outdo the next.
A bard strummed his mandolin and cried out a song naming her the Princess, the realm's delight.
But the princess sat at her table, feigning looks of surprise and joy as one pompous figure after another greeted her.
THE LADY LAENA smiled.
"Oh, how you honour me, Y/N," she began, "Won't you join me for some wine and gossip?" She jested.
The Princess nodded, escaping with her kin under the threshold arm in arm.
The young knight stood back turned towards the door, not meaning to but overhearing their girlish chatter.
Y/N sat at the foot of Laena's bed, watching as she undressed.
The soft winds rustled the silken curtains, filling the room with a slight chill.
"How long has it been since we have laid eyes upon each other dear cousin?" Y/N said, sipping from her silver chalice.
Laena sighed as she plopped on the tall mattress. Her hair spread across the cool satin sheets.
"Way too long, I fear." She pouted.
Y/N gulped the last bit of her wine, wiping the side of her mouth with the tips of her pointer and index fingers.
Her cousin chuckled.
"What?! What provokes you to such laughter?" Y/N flopped back so she could lay beside her.
"You, drunkard." She giggled.
"I'll have you know I have not indulged in quite sometime," the Princess shrugged, reaching for the pitcher.
"By all means indulge… Your Grace," she jested.
Y/N shoved the older girl's shoulder.
"Do you remember all the mischief we got up to?" She sat up reaching for her own chalice.
"How could one forget."
"Little dragons should be seen and not heard!" they both exclaimed at the same time.
Another fit of laughter ensued.
"Good riddance to Otto! That old geezer!" Y/N began before her soft palms covered her mouth.
Laena rolled around the bed, clutching her nightgown-covered stomach.
"You have never told a lie! I do not regret ever eavesdropping on his conversations." She stated plainly.
"Gods! Remeber when we heard him trying to seduce that young kitchen hand?! What was her name-" The princess began once more.
"Maeve! The poor girl!" Her cousin answered.
The two fell weak, with stomachs aching from laughter.
The hour grew late, and the pair grew bacchanalian.
Their chalices once filled with the finest of Dornish wine had run dry.
"…Any interesting converstions… or encounters at court...?" Laena asked. Her head now hung off the bed.
Y/N pouted her lips.
"No lords interest me…" Y/N retorted, reflecting on the disappointing suitors she had encountered. From brutish Baratheons to loquacious Lannisters.
Laena hummed.
"He does not have to be a lord…" she sang.
The princess sat up.
"It is almost as if you are referring to someone in particular dear cousin…" She arched her brow.
The Velaryon girl shrugged.
"Have you perhaps noticed the fleeting glances of your Kingsgaurd…?" The girl flipped over onto her belly.
She laughed nearly falling from the bed.
"Ser Harwin? I assure you I have no interest in a man like him. He probably frequents the brothel in Mole's Town, has fathered a thousand bastards and…"
"Uh huh… So you are smitten with him…" She deduced.
Y/N heaved a boudoir pillow at her cousin's head.
"I have no time to be consumed by matters of the heart… besides how can one forget the brutality of my name day…"
Laena's eyes softened.
Y/N cleared her throat.
"The hour has grown late dear cousin. I fear I must retire…" Y/N explained before swaying to her feet.
The older girl nodded.
She rose off the bed, bidding her kin goodnight with a kiss on the cheek.
The girl tugged feebly at the door before managing to pry it ajar.
She had forgotten her sworn protector resided outside until his dark ringlets appeared in the candlelit corridor.
"Princess." He greeted hoarsely.
"Ser Harwin. My apologies…" She slurred before clumsily shuffling past him.
The knight stifled the laugh that bubbled in his belly at the sight before him. In fact, he quite enjoyed it when the Princess murmured more than two words to him.
"No need to apologise Your Grace. Shall I escort you back to your chambers?" he said looking down at her state.
The top buttons of her chemise were unbuttoned; he had not the slightest clue where her shoes had gone and her curls were more unruly than usual.
Frankly she looked as though she'd been bedded.
"Yes… to my chambers," she sighed.
THE WALK WAS SLOW, but Ser Harwin did not mind. He found the sight quite adorable.
Princess Y/N hummed along as she used the passing walls to stabilize her.
When they reached the door, the knight pushed it open, standing straight outside the threshold.
The princess mumbled a quiet thanks before entering her large chamber.
A few moments after she had shut the door behind her, he heard what he thought was his name being uttered from her lips.
"Princess?" her turned to the door, his hand frozen at the handle.
"Are you decent?" He called.
"Yes!" she answered rather quietly.
The man swallowed hard.
The room was exceptionally warm from the fireplace that burned brightly in the corner, casting the shadows of flickering flames over the princess's face.
He shut the door behind him.
"I cannot manage the strings of my corset…" She pouted.
The man's skin warmed.
He supposed that since it was now the hour of the wolf, it would be most unkind to awaken Her Grace's handmaiden to do such a simple task.
The knight removed his gauntlets laying them gently on the table beside him.
He cautiously approached the heiress. Her back turned towards him.
She tossed her pearlescent hair over her shoulder so it rested on her collar bone.
His nimble fingers unravelling the strings of the corset one by one.
The man tried to ignore the way his rough fingers grazed the softness of her skin every now and again.
The princess sighed deeply.
"Thank you, Ser Harwin."
The man grunted in response, afraid that his tongue might betray him.
The silver-haired beauty stalked towards him, eyes fixed; he had not realized that he was marching backwards until his head hit the wall with a thud.
"Ser Harwin…" She said. Her glossy lilac eyes peering up at him through her long eyelashes.
"Princess…" He whispered. Swallowing thickly.
She tilted her head to the side.
His eyes immediately fell to her exposed neck.
"Do you desire me?"
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GUYS I JUST GOT AN IDEA
Just think of a Reader! Celtigar (it is the first family that occurred to me but it may be from another house) being the ward of Rhaenys and Corlys. Corlys hopes to raise Reader to be Laenor's future wife but in the end she ends up spending more time with Laena and falling in love with her.
At first Corlys is pleased that at least you're managing to make friends with his daughter but then Laena begins to get annoyed every time he insists you spend more time with Laenor and becomes suspicious. The servants then inform him that you no longer sleep in your chambers but instead sneak out of Laena's chambers every morning. He tries to fool himself into thinking it's just a sleepover between friends but his fear is confirmed when Rhaenys caught you and Laena kissing.
Now Corlys not only has to make sure that people don't talk about Laenor and his squires, but now he also has to worry that they don't talk about Laena and his ward...At least he can rest assured that Laena isn't going to end up having a bastard.
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Dragon Ride- Laena x f!reader
Summary: Laena insists on taking her girlfriend for a ride on her dragon.
A/N: Just a cute quick imagine to tide everyone over until I have a chance to really get the other imagines done. Work has been crazy for me lately but I am taking a small vacation in the coming days so I’ll have more time to finish. Please enjoy this snapshot for the lovely Laena until then. It’s shame there’s not more written for her and that she didn’t get much screen time. Let me know what you think! xoxo
A/N pt. 2: The Baela imagine is coming down the pipeline. This is a separate one I was working on.
“She’s going to devour me whole Laena,” (y/n) protested and dug her feet into the dirt.
Laena laughed as she tugged (y/n) down the dirt path. “You’re being silly, love.”
(Y/n) whined. Laena stopped and turned around to face her girlfriend. Laena cupped (y/n)’s face.
“I will not let any harm come to you. You know that right?”
(Y/n) nodded. “It’s just…. she’s so large, and she lived through Aegon’s conquest. What business do I have riding such a creature?”
Laena smiled. “Vhagar was once a dragon of war but she is tired and fussy now. She more like an old cat.”
(Y/n) closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she felt her lover’s soft lips against her own. Instinctively, her hands wrapped around Laena’s waist. Laena was always so warm, and she always smelt of the sea. For others that smell might be a nightmare but for (y/n) it reminded her of the peace she felt by the seaside. (Y/n) opened her mouth to let Laena deepen their kiss, as Laena liked to do.
But this time she did not. Instead she pulled away and let her forehead rest against (y/n)’s.
“Please…I want to share this with you. I want to show you the world how I see it,” Laena whispered.
(Y/n) softened. How could she say no? (Y/n) nodded.
Laena smiled.
Together they made their way down the path until they reached the clearing where Vhagar slept.
She was larger than (y/n) had thought she would be. (Y/n) swallowed the nerves itching in her throat. She would not deny Laena the gift she wanted to share with (y/n).
“Peace Vhagar,” Laena called out.
Vhagar opened her eyes then the aged dragon shook her head,then her neck, then the rest of her body. Finally, she huffed before letting out a low hum. Laena tugged (y/n) and brought her next to Vhagar. Laena raised (y/n)’s hand up to Vhagar’s skin.
It was softer than (y/n) had thought it would be. (y/n) thought dragon skin would feel like lizard skin. Touching Vhagar soothed (y/n)’s nerves. If the formidable creature had not eaten her up when she touched her maybe she would be okay.
Laena watched (y/n) with a smile on her face.
“You’re a natural,” Laena whispered.
(y/n) blushed. “Only because you’re here with me.”
Laena wrapped her arms around (y/n)’s waist. She placed a quick kiss on (y/n)’s cheek.
“Are you ready to climb on?”
(y/n) swallowed hard then nodded. “I think so,” she replied.
So Laena let go of (y/n) then climbed onto Vhagar using the various ropes and ladders tied onto Vhagar. She turned back and helped (Y/n) do the same.
(y/n) landed on Vhagar’s saddle with a thump. Laena laughed.
“You okay back there,” she asked.
“I’m fine,” (y/n) replied as she tried to get comfortable.
The saddle was just big enough to hold both women, but it was a tight fit.
Laena handed (y/n) a strap of leather on each side of her. “Wrap these around you then tie them. You’ll be strapped in with me.”
(y/n) did as Laena instructed. “Okay.”
Laena grabbed Vhagar’s reigns. “Also, you’ll want to hold on tight.”
(y/n) was about to ask Laena why when she felt Vhagar stir. She quickly wrapped her arms around Laena’s waist.
She had done so just in time. Laena shouted a command in high valyrian and Vhagar started to flap her wings. The wind whipped (y/n)’s hair in her face.
Soon Laena and (y/n) rose up into the air.
(y/n) shut her eyes and buried her face in Laena’s shoulder. Laena turned her head.
“You don’t have to close your eyes love. It’s not as scary as you think,” she said with a smile on her face.
(y/n) sighed and slowly opened her eyes. Then she slowly turned her head to see that they were already high above the clouds. Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open.
“It’s....,” she began but was cut off by the sheer beauty of the sky surrounding them.
“I know,” Laena whispered.
(y/n) could never have imagined seeing Driftmark from so high above. She could see everything.
Vhagar flew straight for a while longer. Laena told (y/n) she wouldn’t command any tricks or fancy moves until she adjusted to flying. (y/n) thanked her girlfriend by placing a tender kiss on the side of Laena’s neck.
Then, when (y/n) finally felt brave enough, Laena commanded Vhagar to go faster.
Vhagar was old and large but she was still quite speedy. She flew faster and faster. Butterflies filled (y/n)’s stomach and chest. But she wasn’t scared. (y/n) smiled.
“This is...like nothing I’ve ever experienced before,” she confessed.
Laena let out a laugh. “Is it safe to say you like riding on a dragon?”
“Yes,” (y/n) shouted as Vhagar had dipped down close to the water’s edge and the sounds of the ocean drowned out her voice.
After riding around all of Driftmark, Laena directed Vhagar back to her resting place in the clearing near the castle. Laena hopped down the dragon and helped (y/n) climb down.
(y/n) tried to stand on her own but her legs buckled underneath her. Thankfully Laena reached out to steady her just in time. Both women laughed as they walked back to the beach.
Once there Laena suggested they watch the sun set together. (y/n) agreed, as it was their favorite thing to do while at Driftmark.
So the pair sat in the warm sand, with (y/n)’s arms around Laena, and they watched the sun slowly set.
Laena turned to (y/n). “So, do you want to join me on dragonback when we all go to King’s Landing tomorrow?”
(y/n) burst out laughing. Laena swatted at (y/n)’s arm. “What is so funny,” she demanded to know.
(y/n) collected herself. Then she tucked some of Laena’s curls behind her ear.
“My love, I don’t think I could handle another ride on Vhagar. I am sore in places I have never been sore before.”
Laena frowned. “So you didn’t like it?”
(y/n) shook her head. “No, I loved being up there with you. I loved seeing you so comfortable and free. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so at peace before.”
“I’m at peace whenever I’m with you,” Laena said before leaning in for a kiss.
(y/n) welcomed her lover’s lips against her own. She cupped Laena’s face with her free hand and tightened her grip on Laena’s waist with the other.
Then Laena climbed into (y/n)’s lap and straddled her just as easily as she had hopped up on Vhagar’s saddle.
(y/n) settled her hands on Laena’s hips, pulling her closer to her.
Laena deepened the kiss. (y/n) lungs started to burn but she wouldn’t dare stop kissing Laena.
It wasn’t until they heard a voice call out to them that the girls pulled apart.
Laena searched for the voice calling to them. Then she found Laenor on some far away dunes.
“It’s time for dinner Laena,” he shouted.
“We’ll be there shortly,” Laena shouted back.
Laenor nodded before turning and going back the way he’d come.
(y/n) tried to catch her breath as she stared up at her girlfriend. Laena hovered over (y/n) and ran her thumb over (y/n)’s cheek.
“I want to keep kissing you.”
(y/n) smiled softly. “We can do that after dinner.” She gave Laena’s buttocks a small pat. “I’m starving.”
Laena returned (y/n)’s smile as she shook her head. “Then let’s go before Joffrey finishes your favorite meat pie.”
Laena got off (y/n) and helped (y/n) stand up. They laced their fingers together and walked hand in hand all the way back to the castle.
Just before they walked inside Laena stopped and turned to (y/n).
“Will you never go on dragonback with me again?” She asked, nerves settling about her temples.
(y/n) let out a breath. “I would not say never. I just don’t think I can handle being in the saddle for more than a few minutes.”
Laena nodded. “Okay...” Then she put her hands on (y/n)’s hips and pulled her close. “We will just have to practice riding until you are an expert.”
(y/n) furrowed her brows. “How will we do that?”
Laena placed a quick kiss on (y/n)’s lips then whispered into her ear. “I can think of a few ways to strengthen your thighs,” she said with a devilish smirk on her face.
(y/n) felt her face grow hot, and she felt a wave of desire wash over her. She met Laena’s gaze. “Laena,” she chided.
Laena laughed and opened the castle doors. She walked inside, leaving (y/n) at the threshold in shock. “You will have plenty of practice riding me before you’ll hop in Vhagar’s saddle again. I promise!”
(y/n)’s face burned. She chased after her girlfriend. “Laena! Your father, or worse your mother, could hear you.”
Laena continued to laugh and (y/n) continued to scold her, their hands laced together and their hearts dancing as one.
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Laena having a female lover she truly is in love with and daemon is ok with it (or not whatever feels right )
My love | Laena Velaryon x Female Dornish!Reader
a/n: english is not my first language so please expect for possible grammatical errors also perhaps some typographical errors too! another one I give it a bit of a twist if u dont mind
warning: fighting, curse words (tell me if i miss anything)
You never liked him. The man your lover married. The Rogue Prince.
Even though he was okay with your relationship with Laena that's not a reason for you to like him, because besides of how many times he neglected Laena as his wife before you also can't help but to be jealous of him after all Laena is married to him.
Legally and with the bless of the King.
"May I talk to you, wife?" Daemon joined to the both of you while you're combing Laena's hair.
"She wants to walk outside, you can talk to her later" you said cutting whatever Laena was about to say.
"I am not talking to you" Daemon told you while throwing daggers look.
"I don't care so if you don't mind leave our room" you said and slowly pushed him outside the chamber but before you can even go back inside Daemon pulled your forearm.
"I have my patience woman, not because I'm okay with your relationship with my wife it means you can disrespect me, I am still your Prince" you hastily pulled your arms from him.
"She is still my wife bitch"
"And?" you fired back and stepped closer to him he tightly gripped your jaw, Daemon really tried his best to be in great terms with you but you and your pride can't help it, you're jealousy joining isn't helping either.
You held the that he used to grip you, you felt your breathe tightening.
"Learn how to share girl, she's married to me you might have her writhing under you but she's mine too, I am the one who put babe inside her I am the one who made her a woman and you? you're just a passing time to her" his words sink in your head and unfortunately to your heart too.
Your raised your right leg to kick between his thigh he lost his grip on you and pulled away groaning in pain, you hover on top of him and punched his face.
You're just a passing time to her..
a passing time to her..
Those words kept repeating on your mind as you kept on punching the man under you, you heard screams of panics as two men held your arms pulling you away from the bruised face Prince.
The two guards put you on your knees purposely before they can even lay a hand on you, Laena shouted.
"Let her go!" she ordered, instead of going to her husband and check on him, Laena hold your hand and pulled you away from the panicking crowd.
You're dumbfounded processing what you have done, your knuckles are red and has some spit of blood from her husband, you didn't talk and Laena was already worried for you, she knew that you didn't liked Daemon
"You know that you're the one I love right?" Laena carresed your right cheek while both of you are sitting on the bench outside, she immediately gave her an assurance, Laena knew her so much and she know what to do how to ease her pain so she would calm down but it's not one of those times right now, the words are still in your head.
"Do you really? You had a child with him Laena and you're pregnant now" you said bitterly, you tried to understand her really, you tried but you can't live like this hiding and pretending in front of the people that you don't care for her, that you don't care whenever her stomach ache because of her pregnancy, that you don't care whenever Daemon would wrap his arms around her waist, oh how you wish it's all easy like that.
"I'm with you my love, my heart is all yours isn't that still enough?" she said calmly but you can hear the tone of annoyance.
"Yes! Maybe it isn't enough! Maybe I want you to shout to the whole realm that it's me who you love! That it's me you keep the smile on your lips! That it's me who you want to live a happy life with! But you can't right because I'm no man and especially I can't give you a child of our own" you snapped tears pooling on your eyes.
"All my years with you here has been nothing but hiding! from the children, the people, from everyone! I leave my home for you Laena because you said in here we could be free, we could be anyone we want you promised me that we can live a life that we want but all your promises are all nothing but lies!" you cried out.
Laena with watering eyes looking at you, she can't blame you for saying the truth, all of you years here in Pentos is nothing but pure hiding even if she promised you that you both will live your dream life here, she had pushed your limits.
"Are you tired now? Of all of this?" she asked it was a risky question because Laena knew you, you will never settle for a life like this were your lover would be afraid to show you to the world.
"Yes, I'm leaving tommorow I'm going back to Dorne and fullfil the duties I abandoned for you" you spat with pure venom and walked out.
Laena broke down there while watching you walk away, her husband Daemon saw her and rubbed her back to comfort her as he muttered apologies to her he thought maybe if he didn't fought with you this wouldn't happen but Laena knew that you will soon burst out it's just Daemon who opened your leaking rage.
"I'm going to talk to her" Daemon said, she tried to stop her telling him that you wouldn't change your mind but still he insisted.
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Daemon caught you packing your clothes and things, you looked at him shortly before going back to what you're doing not having any interest on engaging a conversation with him.
"You're leaving because we fought? Is that how low are you?" he started.
"I wish it's all that" you replied and closed your trunk, you're about to walked past but he blocked your way.
"You're not leaving like this actually... you're not leaving at all" he saw your jaw clenched, Daemon let out a small gasped when you gripped the collar of his clothes.
"If you don't want to borrow a face from your dear dragon get the fuck out of my way" you threatened him and pushed him back to his place "Isn't this what you want? to have Laena all for yourself you asshole" you added and pushed him aside.
With that night you travelled to Dorne and your family welcomed you with open arms as their oldest sister come back home.
"Welcome sister we thought we will never see you again" Damian said he's one year younger than you.
"Don't be dramatic" you joked and chuckled.
That night you drink with your brother and cousins, it's been a year since you did this, you all drink, you're brother even tried to set you with some people but you refuse because even though you're drinking yourself to sleep in Dorne your mind and heart remains to your love in Pentos.
Laena, my love
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A Trek Under The Stars - Modern! Laena Velaryon x Reader
Summary: Laena brings you on a hike for a quest for something special.
Pairing: Modern! Laena Velaryon x Fem! Reader
Warnings: profanity, fluff
Word Count: 594 words
A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) for all dem Laena girlies out there, this is for you 💜 I hope you enjoy!
lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !
“Laena, I swear to the fucking Seven,” you swore viciously, the little makeup you had put on before your hike to look good for the photos had by now been melted away thanks to the snow, and your former cautiously enthusiastic attitude when Laena had told you of her plans to go hiking wiped out within an instant.
To be fair, you had been climbing for ages now, in the dark too, mind you. You had counted that you had been smacked by a stray branch laden with snow at least twenty times, tripped over a rock into the snow at least five times, and got spooked because the snow reflected the light of your headlamp back into the dense thicket of trees, making you think that you were in danger of being mauled by some wild animal within seconds, along with your girlfriend.
“Gah!” Laena had suddenly materialised beside you, making you drop your walking stick with alarm. She laughed, lighthearted as always, bending down to help you pick it up. How can someone stay so perfect in the outdoors after this bloody hike?
“We’re almost there, come on.” Laena tugged you forward, brushing away the heavy branches like they were nothing. “The view is so worth it, I’m telling you. And didn’t you always want to check seeing the Northern Lights off your bucket list?”
“That was before I realised the extent of effort involved,” you grumbled, sighing. “And you said that we were almost there about ten times, Laena. I’m not inclined to-”
“We’re here!” Laena’s exclamation tore you from grumpily directing your head downwards at all times so you could see where you’re stepping, and the resulting scene took your breath away.
Laena helped you switch off your headlamp and hers as you both took in the view in the huge, snowy field you were in. Vivid swirls of green mixed with purple streaks created one huge, messy, yet ethereal painting. It was like the Gods had called upon all the artists of the known and unknown world and commanded them to release their creativity on the canvas known as the midnight sky, and the resulting imagery was otherworldly. Utterly magnificent.
Stars twinkled faintly in the night, and the sky was thankfully devoid of any clouds, allowing you and Laena to fully absorb in the beauty of the Northern Lights. The hike up here suddenly didn’t seem so gruelling after all. If it culminated in all this, then it was worth it. A thousand times over.
“Hey, love,” Laena turned her head to you at the sound of your soft voice. “Yes, angel?”
“Thanks for bringing me up here,” you looked entranced at the view before you, and Laena smiled to herself. Beautiful. “I know I complained a lot, but now that I’m seeing it, it’s worth it. It’s like heaven on earth.”
Laena leaned in closer, still staring at you with a tender expression. “Yeah…but lucky for me, I always have my heaven on earth.” Your brows furrowed, finally tearing your eyes from the view to look at your girlfriend. “Huh-” Laena kissed you, sweetly, deeply, and you fully faced her to return her kiss, putting your hands on her hips as you embraced each other, while the glow of the Northern Lights pulsed in the sky behind you, shining. It was like there were only the two of you in the world, and you wished time would just stop here.
You finally pulled away from each, resting your forehead on hers.
“Merry Christmas, angel.”
“Merry Christmas, my love.”
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I'm on a chaotic house of the dragon spiral once again .
Re watching laena's death , she deserved so much more! I'd love to see laena x fem reader fics! She deserves to be loved in a way daemon never could. The phrase daemon used " we were happy enough" shows that yes, while he held a deep affection for laena , he couldn't love her fully and shamelessly in the way he loves rhaenyra.
I want our girl to have her one great true love .
Who's with me?? Who wants to see an uprising of laena velaryon x fem reader fics where she gets her one great love?
I'm so in and I'd love to see it!
#house of the dragon#laena velaryon#vhagar#laena velaryon x reader#velaryon#Targaryen#daemon#rhaenys#rhaenyra#hotd#westeors#driftmark
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Imagine walking in the gardens with young Laena Velaryon and talking about dragons
Masterlist
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Yan!HOTD CHARACTERS MEETING THEIR SOULMATES
All thanks to @the-mechanical-angel for the idea & credit for prompts to @r-evolve-art
Viserys Targaryen + Meeting soulmate in dream every night
He was always looking forward to his dreams, looking forward to you. Initially, he believed it might have been one of his visions, one that somewhat always involved you. But he came to understand there were more than just visions.
Whether you two were lying in a flower field or strolling along the beach, Viserys loved the conversations and times he shared with you. The moment he opened his eyes in the mornings caused his desire for you to swell with each passing day. In the dreams, he begged you to tell him where you are, willing to sail to the end of the world just to see you.
The intensity increased when he assumed the throne and realized that you were the only person with whom he felt at peace. The king was allegedly never to be awakened from his sleep by the servants. When there came a day, he looked up across the court and saw you. The lord and ladies all stare in surprise as the king leaves his throne to approach you, cradling your face in his hands, becoming teary-eyed.
Rhaenyra Targaryen + Sharing the same injuries as your soulmate
Your father brought you along to the coronation ceremony of King Viserys where named his daughter Rhaenyra as his heir. Your father decided to spend a few days at King’s landing, leaving you free to explore the castle. It’s there you could truly meet the princess and befriended her.
During your many walks together, you trip scraping your knees only to hear the princess wince in pain as she lifts her dress, revealing a scrape on her knee. Could it be. It was expected that your soulmate would be a man.
The princess and you exchange a look before she presses her nail into her knee, making you flinch. This all confirms it. You weren’t sure how she would respond, but you weren’t certainly expecting her to reach for your hand, a smile showing on her eager face. Rhaenyra told your father that you’ll be staying at King’s Landing with her from now on. Her father agrees, happy that his daughter made a new ‘friend’.
Daemon Targaryen + Sharing your soulmate’s emotions
You came to the conclusion your soulmate must be quite a violent person, often feeling their strong emotions-their bloodlust and rage, which left you feeling all the more frustrated. Daemon could feel your frustrations and it left him amused. With you, there was much more happiness in the air. Giving him a taste of what inner peace might be like.
Sitting among your family during the tourney. You felt it. The adrenaline, the unbridled excitement of your soulmate. But this time, the feelings were much stronger that it almost made you feel queasy. It's when the rogue prince comes riding on his horse wearing his black armor, do you make eye contact.
And at that moment, you're sure he knows it's you. Sinking back further into your seat as the rogue prince gives you a smirk. Feeling your chest tighten as his horse got closer to you. His lance is right in front of you and he asks for your favor. And you do it all while he can sense your giddiness. Returning to your seat, you are well aware this isn't the last you'll see of Daemon.
Corlys Velaryon + Soulmate has a constellation that points to where they’re
During his nine sea voyages, Corlys was said to return with countless treasures. Silk, jade, spice, ships, gold and so much more. But upon his return from Essos, he was said to have returned with what he told to be far more valuable than any of his treasure. When he returned, he had a princess by his side—who now is his wife.
Corlys knew what he wanted. And he set out to pursue it. He observed the constellations in the night sky and learned that the brightest one pointed in the direction of where he needed to be. Upon his arrival to your kingdom, the sea snake requested your hand in marriage.
Once he had seen you. It had to be you. Corlys was certain. The sudden beat in his heart. An unseen string tugging him in your direction. And there, he gave you the most extravagant gifts with a ship big enough to carry half of a village, and a dress so plush that it felt sheer. And how could your father refuse upon seeing such devotion.
Rhaenys Targaryen + Touching your soulmate allows you to see glimpses of their future
Soulmates. Seemed like a ridiculous notion to Rhaenys. But perhaps that notion was needed. In this world soulmates rarely cross each other's paths. And if they did, it was not as happily as all those tales portrayed over and over again. But what were the chances she’d meet you on this particular day.
After arriving at King's Landing, you spent some time getting to formally know Rhaenys. Many times, having her over for tea. But once, your hands unintentionally brushed against hers. Rhaenys catches a fleeting glimpse. Her hair blown by the wind. Sensing the touch of another. The aroma of salt and seaweed. When the haze clears, a face so eerily similar is seen.
A cup breaking on the ground rouses her senses. A look of worry on your face. You can't help but ask if she's disappointed. Her expression, however, tells you otherwise.
Laena Velaryon + Sharing the same heart beat
At driftmark, you attended the wedding of Laenor and Rhaenyra. The entire ride, your heartbeat has been slightly racing. It continues to bother you, yet you ignore it. As the door opens, it starts pounding rapidly and intensely, almost flopping in your chest.
As you look at Lady Laena, you feel faint and short of breath. It seems she is also struggling, but her expression remains calm that perhaps you are only imagining things. All eyes are on her when she asks you for a dance. When your hand finally touches her, you feel as though you can breathe again. With each passing second, your body becomes more relaxed and at ease.
As the two of you danced, you tried to hide your awe in the face of her breathtaking beauty. When the dancing comes to a close, she whispers in your ear how she would love for you to spend a few days at Driftmark. There was no way you could refuse.
Otto Hightower + Meeting your soulmate after the worst event in your life
As any with common sense, Otto believed the concept of soulmates was utter nonsense. Believed duty to far more proceeds one’s desires and whims. And taking a wife who wasn't his soulmate-whom he loved deeply further solidified his convictions.
But all good things come to an end. Now left with the news of his wife's death. Days after, he still carried out his daily duties. That's when he finally took notice of you; a friend of Rhaenyra and Alicent. As soon you walk away, Otto notices his eyes start to follow.
Moments are spent where he'd ask you of your house or day, and soon the subject shifted to more personal manners. Right then and there, Otto understood his feelings, his gravitation towards you. You must not have known. Envisioning someone much more spirited and youthful. Surprise trickled through you when Otto announces his impending marriage and at the sight of Alicent's expression of betrayal.
Alicent Hightower + Soulmate marks are only visible after touching
In her younger years, Alicent found some solace in the prospect of soulmates, but that all changed when she was made to wed the king. Beginning to scoff at the notion, dismissing it as nothing more than a frivolous dream of little girls.
As she awakens in the morning, a new handmaiden greets her. The queen moves to stand as the handmaiden hastily dresses her. There, she felt fingers graze her skin. An intense stinging pain ran over her body, giving her skin a burning sensation. Holding her wrist. She sees it now. The mark.
A gasp is heard. The handmaiden grasping her own wrist. The implications cause the handmaiden's eyes to enlarge and her mouth to hang open. As they lock eyes, a knife-cutting silence permeates the chambers.
Aegon II Targaryen + A timer for when soulmates shall first meet
As far as Aegon is concerned, he couldn't care less whether he discovered a supposed soulmate—if they even existed in the first place. Looking at his wrist, the timer indicates a decade or possibly longer. And as he grew older, he became more detached to the prospect. Maybe not even his soulmate would have loved the man he came to be.
A day at the feast, however, Aegon's vacant eyes drifted to his wine cup. Where he saw it. His wrist. His head tilted downward, eyes narrowing when seeing the timer rapidly decrease. Has it been that long since he last looked. His wife speaks, but it is all muddled to him. Eyes glued to his wrist, watching it still go down.
He hears more wine being poured into his cup. And then it happens. 0-Inked on his wrist. Finally, Aegon lifts his head at the servant who had stopped pouring his wine, and the prince is met with a horrified look in return.
Helaena Targaryen + Voices in Your Head is your soulmate’s
As with her prophecies, Helaena's claims that she had a voice in her head were ignored. Servants have also claimed the princess is often seen smiling or humming to herself.
With Helaena as your soulmate, you come to find her mind constantly wanders, whether it be the ramblings of the many bugs she found or the cryptic messages. Although initially overstimulating, you've adapted to it. And she didn’t seem to mind when you did the same. Your voice is soothing. Was her response when you'd apologize for your mental babbling.
As long as she could still hear your voice in her head, the princess wasn't too concerned about finding you. But all of that changed when first saw you at her court. Her face softened, and her family had never seen her so delighted. And now, you spend most of your time in her chambers when her husband is away.
Aemond Targaryen + One eye is your natural color, the other is your soulmate’s
It was said the day the prince opened his eyes for the first time, only one violet eye was visible. Clearly seen in the other was his soulmate's eye. His eye will return to its natural color once he meets his soulmate, the master assured his mother. In this world, soulmates hardly ever cross paths. Still, young Aemond caught himself daydreaming about finding you-his other half.
Tragedy struck on the day Aemond claimed Vhagar. Gazing into the mirror with only a violet eye staring back at him. Throughout those years, he was persuaded that he no longer yearned for the dreams he once had. But that day when he first saw you.
There was a momentary expression of surprise. Recognizing the eye he once possessed, the other mirroring his only to return to its natural color. A puzzled look was cast at the one-eyed prince, making him realize you’re oblivious to what had just happened.
Criston Cole + Reflections in the mirrors are the appearances of your soulmate
As a young boy, Criston had placed a mirror that faced his bed, hoping to catch glimpses of you. You had to be the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes on-his love, his soulmate, his other half. But his chest tightened when he took in your surroundings and the dress you wore. It told him you were much of a higher status-a lady. But the young idealistic Criston still believed the two of you were meant to be. Destined to be like the knights and their pretty ladies in all the tales he had heard.
Even as he matured into a man, Criston always carried a reflection with him at all times. In his pocket, a mirror was safely tucked away. He pulled it out to look at it, and there, in the palm of his hands, was his soulmate—the center of his universe.
So what a coincidence that he was competing in the tournament where your family must be. There, a knight approaches you with a house sigil you've never seen before; asking for your favor. He was quite handsome, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of giddiness as you gave him a timid smile. When Criston emerged victorious, he requested one final favor. To be your sword shield. And you agreed, unaware of the consequences that would follow.
Harwin Strong + Touching your soulmate causes you to relieve each other’s entire lives
At Harrenhal for the visit, you came with your father. Keeping pace with him as they lead you on a tour throughout the castle. There, you first encountered Harwin and Larys Strong, Lyonel Strong's sons. When it was your turn to greet Larys, you greeted him, and when it was Harwin's turn, he took your hand and gave it a courteous kiss.
Then it took place. All sorts of scenes pop in front of your eyes, one of a baby being born, crawling, taking their first steps, and speaking. Watching him grow into a boy, learning to hunt and wield a sword. Everything comes to a close with you facing the man whose entire life you just saw. For everyone else, it lasted only a few seconds, but for you two, it lasted a lifetime.
With his hand still in yours, Harwin now gazes into your eyes. A gaze of longing. When your father asks what's the matter, you pull your hand away from his, reassuring him that it's nothing. Lionel gives you a knowing look. His son certainly won't allow you to leave after this.
Jacaerys Velaryon + Soulmate’s name on each other’s wrist
On his wrists, read your name. The prospect excited Jace. The idea of unwavering love, being one's other half. He'd study with the Septon intending to learn of other houses, asking them of their daughters. Perhaps he'd find you among them. Only to be left disappointed when your name was never mentioned.
Still, he remains hopeful. He knew his time was limited and that by now he must be betrothed. It's when his arrival at King's landing, did he hear something that perks up his ear as he walks across the hallways. Your name being uttered. Spoken by one of the servants. The said servants are taken aback when Jace approaches them like a madman, asking of the name. One of the servants steps forward. It's you.
The other servants are to leave, leaving just you and him. Reaching for your hand, he sees a cloth wrapped around your wrist. Removing it, he exhales heavily upon discovering his name inked on your skin. It's you. At last, he found you.
Cregan Stark + See color for the first time when you meet
The wolf of the north never bothered himself with the idea of seeking out a soul mate. More important than love or desire were one's duties. He has long since come to terms with the fact that the world he lived in will always be a shade of gray. When the princess and her brother, Jacaerys Velaryon, arrived on a dragon back.
Cregan’s protracted silence was recognized by everyone in the room. Wide eyes are fixed on the princess and she shares his expression. Colors suddenly flood into their world, and the two are suddenly overcome by the sensations that flooded their minds.
As she and her brother explain their arrival to the situation, the princess's voice is shaking as she still hasn't fully recovered from her recent overstimulation. There’s also a slight waver in Cregan’s voice as he speaks. As he pledged to fight for them, the princess swears she saw his eyes soften for a brief moment.
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Happy milestone and congratulations!
Can I ask for a matchup with hotd if they're still open?
Pronouns and sexuality: She/they, Bi
Likes: listening to music, books, psychology, watching horror movies, deep discussions, trying new things, animals, driven to get things done with structure or a goal, open-mindedness, taking a nap after a long productive day
Dislikes: Messy places, people who try to control me somehow, disloyalty
Hobbies: Being active like going for a hike, working out or some kind of martial arts, painting and drawing, going out for a drink and play games, fashion, travelling and seeing new places
Personality:
Extroverted and a bit quiet, mostly seeming blunt, confident and decisive
I'm very self critical and strive for perfection in my own achievements and grouptasks
I'm a bit of a chaotic neutral in my alignment
Get very competitive in sports and games, I like challenging myself even if its simple stuff
I always like to look at a bigger picture in life even if I feel like I am let down or failed
I can get irritated or impatient with someone I don't think I can work with, but rarely show it and try to always remain calm
My closest friends describe me as a femme fatale or flirt for fun
I have a bit habit of laughing or not being able to take someone angry with me serious, though I also am not one to shy away from being straightforward and confronting someone when I want to
Even if I don't understand something or my friend has a hard time, I try to listen and be there for them
I love being passionate about anything or going into a deep discussion even if it's something I don't have much knowledge of.
Thank you <3
Want a Match? Here’s the post!💕
I match you with Laena! Laena would be such a sweet heart! She wouldn’t mind at all going on hikes or even dragon rides with you. If you like the ocean, there’d be a lot of trips there—swimming, sailing, even riding a dragon over the ocean! She loves your spunk, though is a bit envious of your femme fatale. There’s a lot of sneaked kisses and light touches, will probably even sneak a little kiss in a dark corridor. She tries to help you with your patience, but also understands that sometimes, people just really really try that patience. She loves your laugh and your smile, and is often seen just looking lovingly at you. Laena also enjoys trying new things and going to new places with you. She loves the memories made, and looking back at them with you.
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Hey can I do a daemon x velaryon!reader where she is his wife instead of laena and he comes to genuine love her through the years more than anyone they decide to come back to kings landing for laena funeral and the reader start to notice how rhaenyra starts at daemon through the entire funeral. Reader go to talk with her kids ( maegor, rhaegar, and baelon) to introduce to their cousin and she notice that daemon has left and she can’t find rhaenyra. Reader brush off her worries because she trust daemon. Later through the accident with the kid she is in the hall when she sees daemon and rhaenyra walk through she notice rhaenyra looks a bit messed up like her hair and clothes and looks at daemon. Daemon can’t even look at the readers eyes because he knows she will figure out. After everyone goes to bed she want to ask the truth but finds out that’s her brother laenor has died, reader out of grief and sadness decide to stay at driftmark for few days with her parent and tells daemon she will meet him and the children at dragonstone. Daemon and rhaenyra marry each other at dragonstone and readers children literally fly out to driftmark all three of them and tell her what happened. Readers feels angry disgusted humiliated sadness , and she decide to stay at driftmark with her children and nieces and writes to daemon that if he comes and inch close to her or her children she will gladly feed him to her dragon( the cannibal), daemon still tries but her mother tells him to leave while he still can before she does something she won’t regret and how she regrets even letter her children marry daemon and rhaenyra. Couple years the kids has grown up her sons dragon are (greys ghost vervimathior and seasmoke her youngest claimed him after laenor death) and they go back to kings landing for luke positions and daemon sees her and immediately goes to talk with her ( he still loves her and want to work things out) rhaenyra doesn’t like this at all and follows him only for them to sees the reader talking to a little girl who is spit image of reader and daemon and daemon ask who the child is only to find out its their child (reader find out she was pregnant few days after founding out daemon and rhaenyra) daemon is angry that he misses his daughter birth but accept it since he deserve it. Rhaenyra ask for the girls name and reader smirks and says visenya
And some more angst please
Fire & Blood || D. Targaryen x Velaryon!reader
GIF by @redbelles DIVIDERS by @straywords
a/n: I absolutely love this thank u for the request!! p.s this is the longest piece of ff i’ve written 😭 also keep in mind some of the events from hotd don’t happen in this and the the timings are different! And for the sake of my tiktok acc i’m making Elys as fc for the reader to make it easier for me to make tiktoks abt this!
Your darling sister. She is dead. You broke down in your bedchambers as Daemon came up to you, engulfing you in a comforting hug as you continued sobbing. “Shh” Your husband ushered, trying to calm you down.
It absolutely broke Daemon’s heart seeing the person he loved most in his entire life so broken. He wiped the tears away as he planted a kiss on your forehead.
“Her funeral is to be held tomorrow, so rest my love” He whispers against your hair as you sniffle, moving your legs to your bed, Daemon soon following.
“She wanted to die a dragon rider’s death, not on her birthing bed” You quietly spoke, your back turned to Daemon, his hand laid rest on your hip drawing circles. “I know sweet girl” He replied. Your hand coming to his to squeeze it before moving closer to him.
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She was gone. The emotions started rolling in as her casket submerged in the water. You sobbed as Daemon pulled you in to his chest, kissing your forehead.
You wrapped your arms around his torso as your three children clung to your dress. “Stay strong” He rubbed your back as you wipe your tears and face the front again.
Your heart broke seeing your nieces, Baela and Rhaena comforted by your mother. You also saw Rhaenyra and her two boys, Her eyes seemed to be fixated on the man beside you before she gives a small smile to you.
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“Have you seen the children?” You walk up to Daemon, his eyes somewhere else. He doesn’t reply making you furrow your eyebrows. “Daemon.” You call out again, his eyes moving from the side to your eyes.
Your gaze follows where his eyes were and you lock eyes with Rhaenyra. Turning back around, Daemon looks down at his cup. “Do you know where our children are Daemon” You repeat, “They’re over there” He gently moves your shoulders towards the direction of the boys.
He wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a kiss, “I want to introduce them to their cousins,” You say, holding his hand on your shoulder as he smiles sweetly to you. “That’s a great idea.”
Walking up to your boys, Maegor, Rhaegar, and Baelon, you hug them all giving them kisses on their forheads. “My sweet boys, I want you to meet your cousins” You say to them as you lead them to Rhaena and Baela. You look around to find Daemon but he was no longer where he was.
“Auntie,” A voice calls out as you turn your head and spot Lucerys. Confused, you still give a smile and crouch to his level. “What is it Luke?” You question, “Have you seen my mother? She’s not here” At his words, you look around and he was right. Rhaenyra was nowhere to be found.
“Uh, I’m sure she is somewhere close by. Stay with me if you’d like” You kindly smile to the dark haired boy as he nods. You completely trusted Daemon. Though not the same could be said about Rhaenyra.
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Your eyes take in the sight infront of you. Aemond infront of a maester as he stitched up his eye, Luke with a bloody nose and the disheveled appearance of your nieces who were in the arms of your mother Rhaenys.
You were accompanied by your three boys, Daemon was still nowhere to be found and you had been waiting in your bedchambers for him but he never returned.
The big doors suddenly open as Rhaenyra came into view. Her hair messy and her clothes untidy. What shocked you the most was Daemon who appeared behind her. He leaned against the door, his eyes looked around but they never met with yours.
You felt a string pull your heart, a pull of sadness. No, that wasn’t right. Daemon wouldn’t do that to you, or his children who he dearly loves.
You had no doubt of his loyalty. But you did remember how in the early years of your marriage that he was always cold to you. That was when you found out he was in love with his then 18 year old niece.
You were no stranger to the Targaryen’s customs in keeping their blood pure. But as the years went on and you produced heirs for Daemon and created a family, he no longer longed for Rhaenyra, but you instead.
A loud gasp escapes your lips as Alicent charges at Rhaenyra with a blade. Your eyes couldn’t help but notice how Daemon slightly moved, like he was contemplating in stepping in but stayed.
After the whole ordeal, Viserys ordered everyone back into their rooms. Your eyes tried to find Daemon but it was too crowded to see where he was. “Where’s father?” Your youngest, Baelon, questioned as you caress his cheek.
“I will find him, go with your brothers to your rooms” You say as they nod and leave. Before you could move further, you were pulled by the hand.
“Father-“ “Your brother is dead” You blink a few times, processing Corlys’ words. “I-“ You were shocked to say the least. How could this day get worse. Losing both your siblings in a span of a day. “H-how?” You stutter as you hug your father.
“We found him in the fireplace, a quarrel of some sort we believe” He says quietly. You knew he was trying his best to keep his composure. “Where’s mother?” You say looking up at him as he looks away.
“Your mother is not in great condition-“ “I will stay here,” You interrupt him, “for a few days atleast” You were both in shock and grief and wanted to stay in the comforts of your home with your parents.
Corlys gives a sad smile and nods his head, “Your mother would like that very much.” He says before a tear drops and he is once again in your embrace.
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“The boys will go with you back to Dragonstone where I will meet you in a couple of days” You sadly smile, your hands locked with Daemon’s as he nods giving a quick peck on your lips.
Maegor, Rhaegar, and Baelon rush towards you engulfing you in a hug as Daemon watches. “Be good as always” You whisper to them as they nod and you watch as their boat leaves, Daemon on Caraxes as he soars in the sky.
~
After a few days at home in Driftmark, you had yet recieved any letters from your husband, Daemon. Usually he would write to you when you were apart but nothing had arrived.
“Princess, your sons are here” A handmaiden knocks on the door as you look towards your mother, you had not been expecting them. You hurriedly walk outside, Rhaenys close behind as your boys come running to you.
Worried and confused, you hug all three of them. “What is it? Where is your father?” You ask them as they exchange looks at one another. “Father married Rhaenyra!” Baelon lets out as your eyes widen.
“W-what?” You couldn’t believe your ears. Daemon, your loving husband marrying his niece Rhaenyra. No. “It is true mother, we watched father marry Rhaenyra” Your eldest, Maegor quietly said as tears started forming in your eyes.
You couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal and disgust. How dare Rhaenyra marry your husband after your brother died not long ago. “They killed my son, your brother y/n, so that they could marry” Your mother said through gritted teeth. A few tears roll down your cheeks as you hug your boys. They were your everything.
“We will be staying here from now on” You could tell your sons felt a sense of betrayal and hurt, as much as you did. They watched their own father marry their second cousin. Later that day, you decided to write a letter to Daemon. In the letter, you wrote that if he dared to come anywhere close to you or your children, you would not be afraid to feed him to your dragon, the Cannibal.
Not even a week later, the man had the nerve to show up at Driftmark. You had to ensure your dragon wasn’t anywhere close as he would have killed Daemon right there and then. You refused to go out and talk to him so your mother did.
You listened and watched from an open window, “I commend you for your bravery Daemon for showing up here. Though this will be your last time you ever set foot here at Driftmark or anywhere close to my daughter. I deeply regret letting my children marry you and Rhaenyra!” Rhaenys fumed as Daemon listened.
He continued to say nothing before nodding and turning around, making eye contact with you as you stare at him with no emotion. His eyes however, showed regret and sadness but you brushed it off.
~
6 years later…
You scoff at your mother’s words. “Luke is no true Velaryon and everyone knows that,” You stand up from your seat as Maegor looks at you. “My eldest, Maegor, is the rightful heir to the Driftmark throne, he is of my blood, true Velaryon blood”
As much as you liked the young boy, the matter of your son’s righteous title was on the line. You knew everyone would be on your side, apart from of course Rhaneyra. “Daemon would be an idiot to deny that his own flesh and blood is the heir to the Driftmark throne”
His name in your mouth was odd. You say his name with such disgust. “I would agree but he seems to be blinded by Rhaenyra now” Rhaenys gives a knowing look to her daughter.
You roll your eyes. Daemon had infact two sons with Rhaenyra and one still born daughter. Rumours had spread around saying that she gave birth to a half dragon.
“Viserys is dead, I hear Alicent and her father now rule before her son is crowned King. I dislike her truly, but she only has the right mind when it comes to birthrights” You smirk as your mother nods.
“We will travel to King’s Landing to take back what is rightfully yours Maegor” You place your hands on his shoulders as he nods at you.
“Prepare the dragons, we leave in the morrow.”
~
“My sweet girl!” You beam as you run up to your daughter, scooping her up in your arms. You had found out you were expecting a couple days after Daemon left Driftmark for good.
It saddened you at the same time as Daemon had always wished for a daughter and here she was, but he was in no position to be able to call her his daughter.
You gave your dragon, the Cannibal, pets as you had your daughter in front of you, gripping on the saddle. You take off and you smile at the sight beside you, Maegor on Vermithor, Rhaegar on Grey Ghost, and Baelon on Seasmoke, you late brothers’ dragon.
The sight was menacing and frightened everyone at Kings Landing. You smirk at the sight of all the dragon keepers scrambling around as you and your boys land your dragons.
“Touch any of them and my dragon will feed on you” You call out as Baelon snickers. “Ah, Princess, what a lovely delight to see you” Alicent acknowledges you and your children with a smile.
“Like wise, I am here to discuss my eldest Maegor’s birthright claim to Driftmark” You say as the Queen nods, “Of course, an audience is held today on that matter” “Thank you” You bow at her before you and your children walk into the Red Keep.
How dull the place was. It was cold and grey, definitely not fit for raising a family. You valued your years at Driftmark with your family. It was filled with nothing but happy memories after you completed your family. You often remembered how much Daemon disliked this place, saying that it was more of a prison than a castle.
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“Who’s side are you on Daemon?” Rhaenyra shouts at him, Daemon was sat on a chair with his left hand massaging his temple. “I’m on no one’s side!” He yells frustratedly.
“But you know deep down Rhaenyra that your boy is no Velaryon, having him sit on the Driftmark throne is nothing but disrespectful and wrong. And you know that” He points at her.
Baffled at his husband’s words she spoke up, “It’s because he’s your son isn’t it?” She spat out. Daemon does nothing but groan and stand up.
His marriage with Rhaenyra was crumbling. At first it was perfect, an uncle who once longed for his niece was nothing but a memory. He was not happy as he used to be during his marriage with Rhaenyra, quite the opposite with you, he soon found out.
He remembers how he used to lust for Rhaenyra when she was all but a maiden, but now, she was a mother who birthed 5 children. She was different to what he wanted to believe.
He thought he could chase his younger days when Rhaenyra was in her late teens. But he was wrong. They were both dragons who clash all the time. He missed you. The simpler and happy days unlike the days he was going through in King’s Landing.
Constant fighting and being at each others throats. They both knew they were out of love for each other. “He is of Velaryon blood, is he not? His mother is a true blood making him heir” He retaliates, this argument going on for far too long.
“And you forget that Luke’s father is of true blood too!” Rhaenyra fires back, knowing her words were lies. This made Daemon laugh, “Lucerys is no son of Laenor, nor is Jacaerys or Joffrey. How long are you going to keep up this facade Rhaenyra?” The princess said nothing, she was infuriated with Daemon, as always.
~
You walk through the halls of the Red Keep with only your boys with you. The people who walked past awkwardly stare at you and your sons, some handmaidens of Rhaenyra most likely.
You wore a deep blue dress that cinched your waist and was a square neck exposing your collarbones. Your boys grew up into spitting images of Daemon, and so was your daughter.
The doors to the throne room opened infront of you as everyone turned their heads to your direction. You spot Alicent and her father infront of the Iron throne, her children to the left. Your mother had also arrived and brought along your nieces.
Your eyes then lock with Daemon’s for the first time in 6 years. You quickly look away from him and look at Rhaenyra who was throwing daggers your way. Maegor stares at Lucerys who shifts closer to his mother making him chuckle.
You stop in between the greens and blacks. Ever since you stepped into the room, Daemon’s eyes never left yours. You looked happy, and more alive than he felt. He then looks towards his three boy, all grown up and taller than you.
He adored them, they were his first children after all. “We gather today to discuss the rightful heir to the Driftmark Throne-“ Otto loudly says before interrupted Rhaenyra.
“Which is obviously Lucerys” She butted in making you look at her, “Speak when spoken to Princess,” Alicent calmly says making her look back to the front. “Princess y/n, state your case” Otto nodded to you.
All eyes were on you as you speak up, “If my son, Maegor was to cut his veins, pure Velaryon blood would spill out. If I was to cut Lucerys’, all but Velaryon blood would spill” You turn your head to Rhaenyra.
“Is that a threat Princess?” She sneered, holding her arm out infront of Luke as Daemon stood back without saying anything. “Would you like it to be? Your son is no Velaryon, everyone in this audience can agree. I will not have a fucking bastard sitting on my ancestral throne” You raise your voice, your body now facing hers.
“My brother would be ashamed of what is happening right now, he too knows that Maegor is the legitimate heir to the Driftmark throne. Not Lucerys.” You finish before turning back to the front, not before looking at Daemon who held a small smile.
“And to add to that, I have preposed a marriage between Maegor and Baela and Rhaegar and Rhaena” You smile towards your nieces as they smile back. Anger filled Rhaenyra. Ever since she saw your youthful looking face again, she couldn’t keep a scowl off her face.
Jealousy radiated off of her as she watched you walk down the stairs, you weren’t thickened in the waist unlike her even after birthing nearly the same amount of children, you didn’t have eyebags under your eyes and most of all, you seemed happy. Something she sought out from Daemon.
Rhaenyra also noticed the look Daemon gave her as she appeared, a look he hadn’t give her in a very long time. “Princess Rhaenyra, you may state your case”
And so she did, but it was filled with nothing but lies that she continued on. Everyone wore a bored expression as she defended her illegitimate son. A final ruling was put down, one that made Maegor heir to the Driftmark Throne.
After the crowds started filling out, Daemon had the urge to follow you and talk to you. He was no doubt still deeply in love with you. He thought marrying his niece would bring back the younger days he thoroughly enjoyed but no.
Instead, when he married her, only the days with you clouded his mind. Rhaenyra followed Daemon before they both stopped infront of an ajar door where their eyes widen in shock.
“Darling, come here” You crouched to meet her level as she wrapped her arms around your neck making soft giggles leave your mouth.
You were interrupted by the door opening. “Y/n…” Daemon started, his eyes on the little girl who looked too much like him. “What are you doing here” You questioned, placing your daughter back on the ground.
Before Daemon could speak up, Rhaenyra beat him to it, moving past him. “Who is she?” Rhaenyra questioned, you could have sworn you saw a glint of jealousy in her eyes as she looked at your daughter. “My daughter, Visenya” You proudly smirk.
You knew Rhaenyra had always wanted to name her daughter Visenya but the gods has other plans for her. “What a nice name” She shakily says before giving a tight lipped smile and rushing out of the room.
Your eyes then flicker towards Daemon who had an unreadable look on his face. “When did you find out” He questions calmly, closing the door.
“A couple days after you left Driftmark” You say in a monotone voice as Visenya busies herself with a toy. The two of you watch her as a small smile made itself on Daemon’s lips.
He hated himself so much. He hated how instead of being a faithful and loyal husband to the most beautiful soul, he decided to run after a childish dream.
“And you didn’t tell me? You didn’t think to inform your husband that you were pregnant with my child-“ “Don’t.” Your lips quiver as tears began to form. “You were not my husband. You were already married to Rhaenyra so why would I tell you?” You yell at him, your handmaiden quickly walking in to take Visenya.
“I know I made a stupid decision but she’s my child too! And you know how much I love our boys-“ He points to you, “You left them fucking traumatised! They had to watch their own father marry their second cousin. How fucked up is that?” Daemon stayed quiet at this.
You sigh before sitting down on the edge of your bed, “Does she even know who I am?” He quietly said, taking a seat beside you. “Of course not. She’s too young to understand and I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to tell her the truth” You look over to him.
He gulps but nods his head. “I understand” Daemon quietly says as you stand up. Smoothing out your dress, you start walking to the door. You give a final look towards Daemon, a single tear dropped before you quickly wipe it off and leave.
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Targaryen men x Targ! Wife Reader
(Reader suffers the same death as Laena)
Warning ⚠️ (Angst).
Maegor Targaryen x reader, Aegon Targaryen x reader, Aegon II Targaryen x reader, and Aemond Targaryen x reader
Aegon II
The king's council was pressuring you and Aegon to give the throne a heir, despite being pregnant three times none of each were a boy, instead you had three beautiful daughters.
Now you were in your fourth pregnancy. Wanting to be near your mother, princess Rhaenyra, in your labor, your little family decided to move to Dragon stone.
The labor started early than expected, but that wasn't saw as a problem because the pregnancy developed normally.
Your mother and the maester were inside the room with you, meanwhile Aegon was walking impatiently outside your birthing chambers with the fear of something going wrong. Daemon and the boys tried to calm him down, reassuring him that you were at the hands of the best maester and midwife's they could found and you where going to be fine.
Hours passed and you were still fighting in that room to bring your child to the world, wrenching screams could be heard in all Dragon stone, but none of a child, only yours.
Suddenly the door open, and the pale face of the master came into view, he told Aegon that the baby was stuck inside of you and the only way of get it out was to cut you open.
Angered by the maester words he was ready to strangle him right there, but your anguished callings stop him before doing something.
You were bedridden, pale as a ghost and sweating a lot, the baby was slowly killing you each passing hour.
Rhaenyra was at one side of the bed, trying to calm you down by whispering sweet things in your ear, but by the look of her face she was also deeply worried by your state.
when he was finally at your side you told him to help you get up, and ignoring the pain you stubbornly start to walk outside the room despite the pleadings of the others.
Aegon start to follow you, calling and pleading that you will be fine and there will be another way. You still didn't want to listen to him and continue walking.
He found himself outside, inside the dragon pits he found you. You were in front of your dragon saying something that he couldn't comprehend, his panic calls were covered by a roar and you were engulf by flames.
Aegon started to scream horrified by the view as his legs gave out and he stumbles against the hard floor. He felt his heart tear apart. A river of tears run along his face at the sight of your body, your burnt body.
After that horrible night Aegon was not the same, he was a shell of the man he was with you. For his family pity, he returned to his old habits, ignoring all his responsabilities in court and as a father, neglecting your daughters.
His mother and grandfather force him into a new marriage, saying that he still needed a heir.
Poor the unlucky woman that married Aegon, because the shadow of your memory will be always there to haunt her.
Maegor I
You were the only wife that had given him children and pure blooded too, due to being his half sister. Because of that you were the most dear and important wife of Maegor, treating you with a fondness that was rare of him.
The maester had warn him to not try for more children, your health was fragile since having many children without repose, another pregnancy could cost you not only your life but also the one of the baby.
Maegor didn't listen to it and stated that his wife should do their duty to him as a woman without caring if she wanted or not. That was the end of the discussion.
The new pregnancy developed progressively worse as months passed, debilitating the mother day after day.
Visenya was the only one that had permission to attend the pregnancies of the queen, due to the fact that Maegor wasn't fond of maesters, believing them to be useless for caring correctly of her sister-wife.
In the middle of the night you went in labor, Visenya and the midwife's were the only ones present with you. Maegor was on one of his campaigns battling the faith, so he couldn't be present.
It passed a long time and the baby didn't wanna come out, there was blood everywhere and the women in the room shared with each other worried faces.
Due to the pain pleadings of the queen, Visenya decided to call a maester. The maester tried without effectiveness, stating that the only way the baby would come out is by cutting you open.
Knowing the end was near, you pleaded to Visenya that if you were going to die you wanted to do it at the hands of your dragon, not of the maester "From fire I was born, from fire I will die" you said.
When Maegor landed in kings landing the news of the torturous labor and death of his wife reach his ears.
He immediately saw red, mad with fury he grab his sword and went to search for the one or ones guilty of your death.
That day it was told that the fury of the dragon rain upon the people of kings landing, no one was saved from Maegor's want for blood.
He burned, tortured and killed everyone that was in charge of your well being. When no one was left to appease his Mad pain, innocents were also slay. But no killing or torture could fill the hole in his wrenching chest, the one you and your unborn child left behind.
Aegon I
They say that Aegon married his three sisters for different reasons. He married Visenya for duty, Rhaenys for love and you for devotion.
You were his twin, the half of his soul, the mother of his only daughter. His sweet Daenerys.
Your second pregnancy came as a glad surprise for the two of you and the kingdom, after the tragic death of your little sister at the hands of Dorne, in the castle there was only days for mourning or sadness. So the unexpected new was a ray of hope for everyone, specially Aegon who desperately needed a little hope to grab on to.
All different types of maesters were pestering you day and night all along the duration of the nine months, this was a direct order of their king and their queen, your older sister Visenya. The two of them worried about the fragile state you were in.
Because of you being a little pass your prime, the announce of you being pregnant was a miracle on itself, and the dangers of having a baby at your age was of their over protectivness.
You were now two days in labor, since your contractions starting in the early morning of the first day and continuing in the night of the second day, you haven't stop pushing.
Everyone was in distress and the tension was burdensome in the air, Aegon vigilant gaze and your sister angry commands were not helping at all.
That second night Visenya nor Aegon could be with you, an important meeting regarding the next attack to Dorne was held, and you found yourself all alone in a room full of strangers.
The pain was now unberable, each passing day with your baby stuck in you was agonizing, you knew death was in the horizon although Aegon didn't want to acknowledge it, extending your suffering.
In one of your moments of consciousness you got up of bed. Shoving the maester and servants aside, you got out of the room.
A terrified servant abruptly interrumpt the meeting and told them about your current disappearence. For a second Aegon was shock in place by the horrifying news, that hesitation was enough time for Visenya to start screaming commands to the guards to inmediatly find you.
They found you in the dragon pit, screaming to your dragon, pleading him for mercy. Aegon was the last one to get to there. Seeing you in just a dangerous situation send him on edge and without thinking it he tried to run to you, but the fire was quicker and reached you first.
A part of Aegon died that day in the fire with you, his hope was lost, everything was lost without you by his side. He attached himself to the only part of you that was left, your daughter.
Your loss was the final drop for the strain relationship between Visenya and Aegon to broke beyond repair. Dividing the family, creating resentment not only between the parents but also, between the children.
When Aegon's last days were near, he went in and out of feverish deviations, the only thing that calmed him was the milk of the poppy that the maesters gave him.
In his death bed his last words were pronounce again and again with a trembling and a voice full of anguish "My sweet y/n, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Until he finally took his last breath the prayers didn't stop.
Aemond I
Your family, specially your mother, wasn't fond of your sudden marriage with Aemond, she had other plans for her younger's. Being Haelena and Aegon the ones married as the Targaryen tradition dictates, she didn't needed more than one. But love seal by fire couldn't be stop.
For the first time Aemond felt joy, the gods heard his and his wife prayers and gift them with a child, the one that were dessesperately hoping for.
The pregnancy went normally without much of a fuss, the two of you were expecting with excitement the day your baby will come into the world. Aemond didn't care if it were to be a girl or a boy, as the second son, he didn't have the burden to produce a male heir.
During the later stages of your pregnancy the tensions between the blacks and the greens grew increasingly dangerous. When the high septon crowned your brother as king everything explode. Due to this, Aemond had to fly away to Storm's end as a negotiator for the greens, leaving his much pregnant wife at home.
An urgent letter from her mother came in the second day he was staying there, telling him to come home as soon as possible, his wife started labor hours ago.
Only one thing retain him for some time before going back to his dear sister, the bastard that took his eye, Lucerys.
When he arrived at the pit in Kings landing the storm had long passed. Without changing his wet clothes he inmediatly went to the birthing chambers, in the rush he didn't notice the commotion of the servants and guards of the castle.
Entering he found the room empty, except from his mother who was in the floor, with her hands covering her face, crying unconsolable. Ameond silently reach her, and with a pang of fear in his chest ask "Mother, were is y/n... Were is she?".
Alicent gasp and cried more, he grew desperate and ask in a more forceful tone this time "Mother, stop crying and answer me, were is y/n?" Finally she answered him "I'm sorry Aemond, I'm so sorry I couldn't stop her... Oh god how horrible!" For a moment everything went silent, the pang in his chest grew and stab him with more force this time.
His mother rose her head and look at him with tears in her puff eyes "Th-the pregnancy went wrong, the baby, the baby wouldn't come out"
She stop and shed more tears "She killed herself Aemond, she command her dragon to kill her..." Stoping for a moment she screamed "OH GOD HOW HORRIBLE!"
Upon hearing this Aemond block himself out of the room, unfocusing his gaze he hug his mother that continue to cry in his shoulders. His face was still as a rock, solid, without a feeling. Only a treacherous tear falling slowly from his good eye, showing the emotion behind the empty gaze.
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The One He Really Wanted
Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader
The scene I left out of chapter 5 of "The Sea Dragon, the clubfoot and the green queen". Laena deserves a better husband 😔
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It was strange to see Daemon so calm. You never thought you would see him holding your son so carefully or see the softness in his eyes. You never saw him interested in Jacaerys or any of his nephews so you thought he would be just as indifferent to your children. Well, Alyn didn't seem to be of Daemon's interest but Aethan was another story. Whenever Daemon came to see you, he preferred to hold him in his arms instead of Alyn. You have the feeling that it has to do with your youngest child having different colored eyes. One purple, like you, and one blue, like Larys. You knew that Daemon's mother also had different colored eyes but unlike your son, her other eye was green instead of blue.
“Does he remind you of her?” you asked, drawing the prince's attention and making him take his eyes off the baby to look at you. “Your mother,” you clarified just in case before he decided to play dumb.
“I've long forgotten what her face looks like,” Daemon confessed and you didn't even think about it when you took his hand and squeezed it. You felt sorry for him. Your mother was one of the most important people in your life, you wouldn't know what you would do without her. You couldn't imagine growing up without her.” When Viserys saw Aethan he said that he reminded him of our mother. I thought that maybe if I looked closely at it at some point I would remember her. I know, it's something stupid” a bitter laugh escaped his lips.
“I don't think it's something stupid,” you said firmly as you caressed his hand with your thumb. "You shouldn't feel ashamed for thinking about your mother. But you can stay calm. I won't tell anyone that the great Daemon Targaryen has feelings" you said in the last part with fake exasperation making the prince smile. It didn't take you long to mirror his smile. You liked this Daemon better, not the idiot who had spent months being a damn bother with his comments about Jacaerys' true paternity. If Larys were with you he would tell you not to be stupid, that the prince would probably return to his old attitude when Rhaenyra's other bastard was born.
Aethan complained seeing that he was no longer the center of attention making you laugh.
“He's demanding like you,” Daemon said, reluctantly letting go of your hand only to rock the baby again, quickly calming his whining.
“You're good to him, you know?” The softness in your eyes didn't have to mean anything to Daemon but everything about you matters to him. Again he wondered what things would be like now if he had shown up to your wedding with Harwin Strong, if he had let you know that it was an option, that he wanted you. Maybe it would be your child and his that he held in his arms, maybe Aethan would have a green eye like his mother. “You and Laena should give Aethan and Alyn cousins to play with.” At the mention of your sister brought Daemon back to reality.
“Maybe in a long time from now” you couldn't help but be disappointed when you saw her non-existent excitement at the idea of starting a family with your sister, you knew that Laena longed to have her own family. You and Laenor had noticed how loving she was with your children and how she would stare longingly every time Daemon picked up one of the twins.
“Aethan would be angry if we took the focus off of him,” the prince excused himself as he saw the disappointment in your eyes. “He can barely share my attention with you, imagine with another baby.”
Before you could tell him that he was talking shit the doors opened revealing your mother. You watched in confusion as she narrowed her eyes in the prince's direction. What did Daemon do to upset your mother? Had he fought with your sister?
“What did you do?” you whispered.
“Your mother is only bothered by my simple existence” he replied although he knew why Rhaenys was looking at him like that. His cousin always knew that the one he really wanted was you. Laena could pretend to have never seen him look at you but Rhaenys didn't so she was always aware of his interactions with you.
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Princess in Pentos
daemon x reader x laena
AN: this was a request for a fluffy relationship between daemon and his two wives
TW: smut, breeding kink, slight exhibitionism ig
word count: 1,444 words
You’re surprised when Daemon walks through the door of the nursery, with it being nearly 4 o’clock in the morning and all. You’re cradling your newborn babe that you’ve just managed to get to stop crying as he enters the room, closing the door behind him.
“What is my little wife doing awake at this hour?” He asks softly, striding over and tucking a strand of lush hair behind your ear.
“Your daughter is a crier. I don’t want Elaenora waking Baela or Rhaena.” You explain tiredly.
“A wetnurse can settle her in the night, my love. You shouldn’t exert yourself so.” He presses a kiss to your head. “Let me see her.” He holds his arms out and you pass your darling girl to him.
“I know, but she wanted her mama.” You give him a little pout and he chuckles.
“My sweet wife, you spoil her.” You glare at him playfully.
“She deserves to be spoiled. Just look at that cute little face.” You smile at Elaenora who’s close to drifting off to sleep.
“She gets that cute face from her muña.” mother. He coos and brings his baby girl up for a kiss on the forehead. “So beautiful.” He whispers with that look of love on his face that he only has when he’s looking at one of his girls.
“How is it that you always get her to sleep instantly?” You pout again.
“Maybe it’s because she knows she’s already got me wrapped around her little finger. Makes her feel safe in kepa’s arms.” father. He grins, placing his littlest girl back in her crib. “She’s just like her mama in that way.”
“Oh? You assume that I always feel safe in your arms?” You ask in a teasing tone.
“Of course you do. I’m the King of the Narrow Sea.” He says cockily as he saunters over to you. “And I’m wrapped around your finger.” He kneels in front of where you sit and takes your hand, bringing it up for a kiss.
“Are you now?” You giggle as he lays his head in your lap and buries his face in the fabric of your dress.
“Absolutely cunt-struck.” He mumbles through the silk and you feel him begin to lift your skirts.
“Daemon! Our babe is in the room!” You whisper-shout at him.
“She’s sleeping.” He justifies and tries to get his head under your skirt but you push him away.
“I’m going to bed. You can have a taste tomorrow.” You say as you stand and he grumbles in response, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you.
“You are a cruel cruel woman.” You feel him kiss at your neck and you chuckle, pushing him off.
“Goodnight.” You say with a smirk and slip out the door.
***
You rise late the next day, still feeling groggy from your long night. You dress yourself in something light due to the hot weather and begin to make your way downstairs. You find your husband with his daughters in the library and watch as he tells them a story. Rhaena rests her head on his lap and Baela leans against his shoulder as he recounts the history of Old Valyria. Both of the girls hang on his every word. His hand lies on Rhaena’s hair, stroking it softly as he speaks; his other arm holds Baela close. You smile at his tenderness. After a moment, Daemon looks up to you. You watch as he admires your dress
“There’s my sleeping beauty.” He teases and the girls hurry over to hug you.
“Muña, muña, Kepa said that Moondancer might be as big as Caraxes one day!” Baela says excitedly.
“Oh that’s lovely, darling. And if Kepa said it, then it must be true.” You smile down at her. You look at Daemon. “Where’s Laena?” You inquire, knowing that she often spends mornings with the girls.
“Doting on Elaenora. It seems our babe holds both of my sweet wives’ attentions.” He gives a playful pout.
“What a baby my husband is.” Your comment makes the girls giggle and you soon send them off to their septa.
“Does the Rogue Prince require doting on?” You ask playfully.
“I do when my little wife looks so alluring.” He gazes at you with hunger.
“She does look quite alluring.” Laena comments. You didn’t even hear her walk in and you blush at your words. “Your dress is very pretty, love.”
“My sister sent it from back home.”
“Ahh I thought it looked Dornish.” Daemon says, his eyes drinking up the sight of you. “Explains the very minimal coverage.” Your husband’s eyes fall to your breasts.
Laena walks over and begins tracing the fabric that covers your hips. You gulp.
“W-Was Elaenora putting up a fuss?” You try to change the subject.
“Not at all. She’s a lovely girl. Just like her mama.” Laena says and brushes the hair off of your shoulder so she can kiss your neck.
“Spoiled like her mother you mean.” Daemon says as he walks over, pulling Laena in for a kiss and making you watch. You pout.
“Don’t be so mean, Daemon.” Laena says, coming off of the kiss.
“I could never be mean to my pretty girl.” He walks up to you and gives you a kiss before taking the left arm of your dress and pulling it down to reveal your bare chest. “No corset?”
“We never wore corsets in Dorne.” He smirks at that.
“Mayhaps we should move to Dorne.” He says, leaning down to kiss you. His hands on your waist guide you backwards until the back of your knees hit the couch, causing you to fall into a sitting position. Laena sits beside you as Daemon kneels. “Since you wouldn’t let me last night.” He grins wolfishly before lifting up your skirts.
You try to speak but Laena silences you with a kiss. Daemon’s head goes under your dress and you can hear him groan at your lack of smallclothes. He licks at your folds and you whimper into Laena’s mouth. She nibbles at your lip and pinches your nipple as your husband begins sucking at your pearl. He eats you slowly for a few minutes, taking his time appreciating your cunny before he stops. You whine at the lack of contact.
“It’s okay, princess.” Your wife assures as she moves you around so you lay on your back with your head in her lap.
“I think it’s time for me to fill that belly up with my seed again.” Daemon coos at you sweetly, motioning at his other wife to help lift your legs over your head.
“Perhaps this time it should be you who pushes out a babe.” You glare at him.
“How can one be so feisty with her bare cunt presented to her husband?” He teases as he unbuttons his breeches. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks again and that blush gets worse and your husband pulls out his length.
“Don’t worry, love. You can take it.” Laena says, her fingers going down to rub your peal to sooth you as Daemon sheaths himself inside of you. You wince slightly but don’t complain.
“What a good girl I have.” Daemon praises as he begins to move in and out, fucking into you gently. You moan as your wife continues to tease your pearl.
“She seems to like that.” Laena comments with a smirk as Daemon thrusts into you.
“Of course she does. Our sweet wife loves to be filled with her husband’s cock.” You whine as they tease you and they both chuckle at your reaction. “Good girl.” Daemon says, bringing his thumb up to your lips and parting them slightly. He then proceeds to stick two fingers into your mouth. You squeeze around him at the gesture, causing him to groan.
“Looks like our little wife might be close.” Laena says, knowing you’re gripping Daemon tightly based on the look on his face
“Cum on my cock then, pretty girl.” Daemon picks up speed a little. “And i’ll spill my seed deep inside of you.” You quickly obey your husband, feeling your peak wash over you. The way your cunny milks his cock has his release following soon after. He pulls himself out of you slowly and then places you in his lap. “You did so well, baby. My perfect girl.” He kisses you tenderly and Laena rubs your back.
“I think your other wife needs some attention.” You say mischievously.
“Oh, do you want a turn watching?” Laena raises an eyebrow. You nod with a little smirk on your face. “Then who are we to refuse you?”
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