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beary-rambles · 12 days

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Plagued by you

r.q: requesting this please, alicent's daughter x jacaerys… and an angry confession.. "I burn for you." type ❤️😭 like he wants to her to come with him and be team black.

c.w: Otto doesn't go to Dragonstone you do; alicents daughter!reader, minor angst, dialogue heavy, reader “hates” jacaerys, hints of rhaelicent, not proofread

w.c: 1.6k (finally a shorter jace fic…)

a.n: anthony bridgerton ass confession lmaoo, hope you all enjoy :3

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part two and three coming soon

You were currently pacing back and forth in the room rhaenyra allowed you to stay in on Dragonstone. You had come to see her, to ask her to declare for Aegon. She had obviously argued back and forth with you, up until nightfall where she said she would retreat for the night and the two of you could finish this tomorrow in the morning before you flew back in the morning. You argued that you would leave right then but only to find out that it had begun to storm so heavily. Realizing you would not be able to travel anywhere in this weather you reluctantly agreed and here you were.

In truth you did not want to come here. You had begged your mother to send someone else to anyone else but she was instant it be you.

“Mother, why not send grandsire? He will be a much better negotiator than me.” she fiddles with your cloak, a far away look on her face before she moves to cup your face.

“Rhaenyra certainly likes you more than she likes him. She will treat you kindly.”

“She will say no mother you know this.”

She lets out a trembled sigh and grips your face tightly in her hands and presses her forehead against yours “If not for his sake you must try, for me. For my sake I do not wish for this to go to. To see her harmed.”

You've always known your mother has a very complicated relationship with rhaenyra if you can even call it that. She hated her, or at least that's what it seemed to be.

She turns and grabs your bag before giving you a knowing look.

“And I know you also have some unresolved things, do not deny it. I can recognize that look on your face. You must let these things go. Lest you end up like me.”

You feel sick at the idea of Him. You hate jacaerys velaryon. Him and his stupid pride, his stupid face. His stupid everything. You have never hated anyone the way you hate him. You never understood how much a person could hate someone seemingly as much as your mother seemed to hate rhaenyra. The way she seemed to be all she could talk and even think about, going on endless rants to the point you felt you knew more about rhaenyra than your own mother. Until you met him. Now though you understood her completely, when you were no more than six jacaerys became the target of your anger.

Due to his torment of your twin brother aemond you quickly began to hate him. You would spend all your free time thinking of him and how to get back at him. The two of you always bickered and argued, when you would look over at him he was always already glaring at you.

You were more than relieved he and his family were leaving after the incident at driftmark, but there was a part of you that when your days dragged on you began to miss him. Tormenting him of course there was no way you actually wished to spend time with him, there was no way…. Definitely not.

You haven't seen him during your time here. You would think he would be in the room where you were negotiating but he was nowhere to be seen. You did not want to ask about him, though the question has been on the tip of your tongue.

Suddenly there was some aggressive knocking on your door and you froze, turning towards it holding your breath. “Who is it?” there's no answer but you know exactly who it is and hesitant for a moment contemplating if you should even let him in. You end up swiftly making your way towards the door and opening it just a bit, planning on telling him to just go away but before you can say anything he's pushing his way into the room storming past you with an angry look on his way. You lean against the door to support yourself as you feel lightheaded just looking at him.

“You are an absolutely ridiculous woman.” you do not speak, unable to, only able to watch as he runs his hand through his curls and paces in the room just as you had been. “Do you only wish to torment me?”

“I am here for my brother-” “You should not have come.” there's a venom in his voice and he does not even look at you. You find yourself growing more annoyed at him. “I do not care what you think. I would be gone by now if your mother had not been so stubborn-” he turns to look at you and makes his way to stand right in front of you, barely any space between the two of you. “Jacaerys…” “you do not want your brother to sit the throne.” it was true, as much as you tolerated your brother, the thought of him sitting on the throne disgusted you. He would not be a good king, “you know not of what i believe.” “I know this is true, you shouldn't lie to me.”

“You act as if you know me.”

He scoffs, turning his head away from you for a moment before looking you dead in the eyes, so close you can feel his breath on your face. “I don't know you? I know that you hate the summer because you get too hot in your long dresses, i know you love whenever the chefs make cake and you would sneak into the kitchen to grab a slice, i know you despise your mothers perfume because it hurts your nose but you could never tell her such a thing because it brings her comfort,” he pauses for a moment moving somehow even closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, “i know when you are lying you scrunch up your nose,” he moves his head to your neck and takes a deep breath of your scent before lifting his head back up and his forehead is against yours once more. “And worst of all I know you desire me as I do you.”

You shake your head as you suppress a whimper from your neck, “no,,,” “you will not deny it. You will not deny something I know to be true with every bone in my body with every drop of blood in my body.”

With a long silence between you, neither of you saying a word he pushes away from you and goes back to standing where he was, that angry look back on his face. “You must go.” you look outside and notice that the storm has since stopped, your brain is currently running a mile a minute barely able to think. “I shall head back to the keep-” “that is not far enough!”

He grips his head in frustration as he begins to pace once more, “you could travel to dorne, to essos to bravos and it would not be far enough to free me from this torment you have put me through, For the thoughts of you that plague my mind to cease to exist. Even after I pass I am sure when I am faded to nothing but bones and ashes the picture of you will be laced where my heart should be.”

He quickly moves back over to you and cups your face once more bringing himself so explicitly close to you he should be kissing you. The way you two are pressed against each other is more intimate than a kiss, more romantic than any confession. You lose yourself in the heat of the moment, unable to control yourself for a while. You want to kiss him, you want him to kiss you. Before you regain the small sense of control you have to push him away from you shaking your head. “I must go home, my mother-” “Stay here. Stay with me.” He stares into you a way nobody else ever has, like he's truly trying to see you and not the facade you put on for everyone else. “My mind, body and soul yearns and burns for you uncontrollably and now that you stand in front of me I cannot take it.” He takes your hand and presses it against his heart where you can feel it being erratically as yours was as well. “Tell me you do not want me and I shall turn my back and allow you to leave. But do not beg me to watch you as I fear my heart cannot take it.”

He takes another step closer to you and does not break eye contact with you. “Tell me you do not desire me and tell me at once my love, my heart please you must.”

You shake your head as tears begin to form in your eyes, “I cannot.” “then stay.” you angle your head and kiss him, praying that through your actions he can too understand that you indeed burn for him the way he burns for you. You decide in the moment to say fuck it. Fuck your mother, fuck your brother, fuck the crown and screw everyone and everything else that is not him because you hate him so much that he has fully consumed every part of you like a parasite. Yet you have done the same to him.

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bunnyshideawayy · 14 days

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a rumored bastard and a proven, disinherited, legally illegitimate recognized bastard are not the same.

Rhaenyra’s sons are rumored bastards, i know the show has a lot of team green stans feeling bold but just as in the books, they are never legally considered bastards in the show either. they are speculated to be via their physical features and Laenor’s apparent sexuality, but since Laenor and the KING (btw Westeros is a absolute monarchy, meaning the king IS law) both claim all three boys as legitimate heirs, unless someone demands a medieval dna test, those kids are legally Laenor’s true sons.

this is apparently a very hard concept to understand for some, hell even Alicent in the show says something like “we can all tell” which fair point, but that is not proof enough. looks, accusations, and rumor are not the same as actual proof of adultery or bastardy.

someone i was having a “discussion” with used Joffrey as an example to point out a flaw in my logic, but ultimately proved my point. Joffrey was a rumored bastard. Ned himself had no more proof than Alicent does, just hair color and a hunch, so Joffrey was never legally disinherited from the line of succession. I hate to defend either of these men but King Robert never publicly disowned him and called him bastard, which is why Joffrey ascended to the Iron Throne. now the rumors did hurt, and caused huge political issues leading to the War of 5 Kings, which is exactly why Alicent and Team Green is so insistent that Rhaenyra’s children are illegitimate, they know they cannot legally or physically prove her children are bastards, especially when Laenor and the King are claiming them are true born, but they can spread the rumor and call into question Rhaenyra’s honesty and morality. think episode 8 when team green takes their chance with Vaemond to attempt a coup of sorts for the Driftmark Throne, why would the succession of Driftmark need to be settled if Rhaenyra’s sons are true born? why would Alicent / Otto need to make this decision in place of the sick king and mia lord of tides who both had already been stating Luke would inherit for years. it’s all apart of the scheme to tarnish Rhaenyra’s reputation as Vaemond has no other proof either, and promptly loses his head (both metaphorically and literally) by calling the recognized heir to the throne a whore and her children bastards with no proof in front of the whole court.

it is a political scheme on both sides, Alicent cannot prove anything, and Rhaenyra cannot disprove the rumors no matter how many times they are claimed as true born sons. Rhaenyra has to live in the comfort the law gives her, as legally her sons are seen as legitimate, and thus legally they are protected. and from an unbiased pov with both in universe and historical references, those kids might be bastards in actually but not legally.

Rhaenyra goes through hell to keep her children legally protected, not only for their sake but for hers because should the truth come out both her and Laenor would be seriously punished, i wouldn’t go as far as executed but that would depend on if Viserys was old and bed ridden or dead. which is why im making this incredibly long post repeating myself in every point. you can argue all day about Rhaenyra’s children and their parentage but i am making this to make it clear that her children are not *legally* bastards by Westeros law. in order for Jace, Luke, and Joffrey to be illegitimate bastards Laenor, Rhaenyra, Harwin, and/or Viserys would have to publicly acknowledge them as such and disinherit them. no, Laenor and Viserys dying do not magically make Rhaenyra’s children legal bastards either. they would, again, need to be claimed and proven as such and disinherited.

and at the end of it all, true or not true, the rumors made a lasting impact on the story. so much so this fandom is still debating this topic, and frankly i am dreading the season 2 release when all the bad takes and bad faith arguments start up again.

anyway other famous rumored bastards are in Targ history are:

Maegor

Daeron II

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: okay so we all know Daemon wouldn’t be a great partner, but this is Tumblr and we take characters and form them into something ... other than what the author created them as. So here is a healthier version of Daemon Targaryen

Warnings; mentions of blood, violence, etc

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ESTP

Slytherin

Chaotic Neutral/Evil

Aries Sun, Scorpio Moon, Gemini Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ Daemon knows exactly how to push your buttons, and he loves doing so.

“Are you not listening on purpose Daemon? Gods! Some days I could wring your neck.”

“I love you too, darling.”

⭑ He loves when you braid his hair; and massage his scalp during the progress. He’ll audibly groan when your fingers dig into his scalp.

⭑ Loves seeing you in his clothes

⭑ He’s so incredibly protective over you and no one dares hurt THE Daemon Targaryen’s wife. If anyone tries, then they WILL die. It’s happened a few times actually. To go to the Targaryen’s, enemies would target you. But they had never landed their blows.

⭑ You’re a tough woman, who doesn’t take crap from anyone. That got you into trouble with a lot of people at court, and you were hated by many people.

⭑ You didn’t care though - why would you listen to the opinions of sheep?

⭑ And you aren’t scared of darkness within others. You yourself have some (don’t we all?)

⭑ Daemon loves this about you - nothing shocks you. And he remembers the first time he fell in love with you; when he could tell you everything about himself and you didn’t flinch.

⭑ Many would think he’s the dominant one in the relationship, but it’s you. It’s all you.

⭑ You’re absolutely in love with dragons (I mean who isn’t) but you have such an admiration for them, that they were your fixation for most of your childhood. You’ve read everything you can about them, about the Targaryen history and how dragons came to be

⭑ Daemon loves that he has someone to tell everything to. You know many family secrets about the Targaryens (that always stay within the blood-related family)

⭑ You aren’t a Targaryen though. Probably a Baratheon, Hightower, or Lannister noblewoman who was sent to court.

⭑ Daemon is actually really good at cuddling and likes it best when you’re on top of him - your head on his chest. He’ll mindlessly twirl your hair between his fingers, talking to you until you fall asleep.

⭑ Your wedding was huge. And I mean absolutely - because Viserys was so happy that Daemon’s focus was on you. It felt like a relief that Daemon was marrying for love.

⭑ Daemon buys you everything you desire - no expense spared. Literally, he’s gotten into trouble by Otto Hightower with how much he’s spending on you.

⭑ I do think you have a good heart though, so a lot of the things he buys for you, you give to people who actually need it.

⭑ Rhaenyra likes you a lot. You’re someone she looks up to - someone who has already broke tradition by being a bold woman. Who says what she thinks and damns the consequences.

⭑ Viserys would hold some reservations (that were planted by Otto) about Daemon’s legitimacy with the succession. He would have a bigger claim if you bore children.

⭑ But ultimately it would be up to you. Do you want kids? Okay, Daemon will work day and night to fill your belly. You don’t want kids? Fuck kids then. We have dragons and each other, that’s all we need.

⭑ I think he would calm down in the sense that he wouldn’t be so brutal towards others. You’re someone who gives him confidence - he doesn’t need to prove himself. So when he needs help, he will take it.

⭑ People are nervous around Daemon when you’re not there - he’s much more well-mannered and pleasant in your presence.

⭑ He smells like smoke, basil and frankincense.

⭑ Calls you ‘My darling,’ ‘Love,’ ‘Pet.’

Relationship Tropes:

Villain/Badass Power Couple

Monster in Disguise (you; I mean c’mon you can let loose) x Incredibly Protective of You

Asshole to absolutely everyone except their significant other x Knows their s/o wouldn’t dare be rude to them because they’ll catch these hands

NSFW🔞 minors dni!

⭑ Daemon definitely has a breeding kink, and the thought of you heavily pregnant with his child turns him on to no end

⭑ Is definitely into really kinky sex. He loves having hot wax dripped on him as part of foreplay.

⭑ He loves blood-play. And when you’re on your period he asks you to ride his face.

⭑ Hickies absolutely EVERYWHERE; Daemon’s favourite pass time when you’re alone is marking you.

⭑ You love teasing him while in public - your dress slipping, showing your thigh/bending down in front of him to pick something up/’accidentally’ rubbing up against him while in other company

⭑ His favourite position is doggy; he loves when you’re on all fours, your ass in the air.

⭑ Oh and he most definitely eats ass.

⭑ I think Daemon would be up for anything. Nothing disturbs/grosses him.

⭑ His favourite place to cum is either inside you or in your mouth/on your face.

⭑ When you’re just about to cum, he’ll pull out and wait for your high-pitched whine.

“Daemon! Please!”

⭑ Very rough kisses

⭑ He loves biting your ear lobe while he’s deep inside of you

⭑ Your smell drives him insane - like an immediate aphrodisiac

⭑ He loves dirty talk and is absolutely shameless about it.

“Do you like me fucking you like a common whore?”

⭑ He’s more dominant in the bedroom ... because you allow him to be.

⭑ There’s always a hot bath waiting when you’ve finished having sex. You’ll both climb in, and bathe the other.

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axelsagewrites · 9 months

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Daemon Targaryen*Gala

Sugar Baby Series Part 5 finale

Part one - Part two - Part Three - Part 4.5 - Part Four

Pairings: Daemon x f!reader

Summary: The reader finally has to face the whole Targaryen family at their gala and Otto is far from happy

Warnings: drinking, drunk Rhaneys, Drunk Otto, grabbing, threats, brief fight but nothing graphic

Word count: 5655 (i kno but its the finale i had to)

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“She’s fucking your uncle for money bro,” Cregan’s words made Aemond’s eye go wide. Aemond sat stunned, looking between you, Cregan, and Jace who just shrugged. “And she’s going to your family reunion so if you could refrain from knives- “

“Cregan!” Sara hush whispered, jabbing her brother with her elbow.

Aemond paused for a moment before turning to look at you, “Are you really Daemon’s sugar baby?” He asked, the words sounding like sick in his mouth.

You gave an awkward smile, glancing at Jace for reassurance, “Kinda yeah, I mean yes I am,” you stuttered out, eyes falling to the floor.

You heard Aemond’s sigh and looked up to see him relaxing back into the booth, “Well then. Make sure he pays you double for the gala,” Aemond said before swallowing his drink in one go, “And bring a flask,”

Aemond wasn’t exactly comfortable with the fact his uncle was paying his friend for their company, struggling to believe sex wasn’t a part of the deal, but with a couple drinks he soon came around. The next morning all five of you woke up spread across Jace and Cregan’s flat. Jace and Sara somehow managed to stumble to his bedroom while Cregan lay in the bathroom, head hanging over the toilet as he slept.

You meanwhile woke up on the couch with a pounding headache and no clue how you got here. The one thing you knew for sure was that the bacon smell was not Cregan’s doing and didn’t smell burnt so it couldn’t have been Jace. When you stumbled through to the kitchen you tried to conceal your surprise when you saw a fresh face Aemond cooking up a professional level breakfast.

“Dude, you drank more than me,” you mumbled as you took a seat at the kitchen table.

Aemond scoffed but you saw the smile at the edge of his lips as he handed you a plate of eggs and bacon, “Not my fault you all cant handle a few rounds,”

“You made us do tequila shots. 3 fucking shots,” you reminded him as you dug into the breakfast.

You looked up when Jace walked in clutching his head and heading for a glass of water for his Advil. “To be fair the first shots were Sara’s fault. I think she ands Cregan are dead in the bathroom,” he said, gulping down the water as if he was in the Sahara desert. Jace paused for a moment, looking up at his uncle then back to the bacon, “I knew I always liked you,”

Aemond scoffed yet again before handing Jace a plate and the two boys joined you at the table. Meanwhile you replied to daemons texts asking if you had made it home safe last night. “Texting Daemon?” Jace asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“I’m eating,” Aemond groaned in disgust as you finished off your text with a smirk before sitting the phone down. “Now onto more pressing issues,” even Jace looked confused at Aemond’s sudden seriousness, “We have to train you. For the gala,” Aemond rolled his eyes at yours and Jaces loud groans and protests, “Trust me, you want my help,”

“Why?” You groaned, desperate to just enjoy the greasy food that somehow was making this hang over bearable. “How hard can it be to wear a dress and smile?” The look Jace and Aemond shared made a pit grow in your stomach. “That is what Galas are right?”

Jace sat down his fork, glancing at Aemond before looking back at you, “Maybe you do need our help,”

Being hung over was bad enough but being hungover and going through Aemond Targaryen’s Class and Etiquette masterclass made you never wanna drink again. You did everything from learn which fork to yet with, how to shake hands, who to approach and what to say, who liked who and most importantly who hated who.

“And remember no matter what,” Aemond said as you walked up and down the living room with a book on your head, “Never be left alone with my mother. Fake a heart attack if you have to,”

“Is she the one who made you learn all this crap?” You asked as sara sniggered at your pathetic attempts to balance the book on your head.

“She was worse,” Aemond chuckled, “Way worse actually one time she made Aegon walk barefooted in the snow- “Aemond paused when he saw you stop walking and Jace and Sara staring at him like someone had shot him, “Never mind, just trust me. Avoid her,”

“Noted,” you said sceptically as you continued your newly learned prissy walk, “Do you think she’ll recognise me?”

Jace and Aemond shared a concerned look before Aemond cleared his throat, “She um remembers you yeah,” he didn’t go on till you death glared him, “She kinda well she wouldn’t let my dad say his order to you at the restaurant cause she thought you looked like a well,” he paused until the silence was more awkward than him just spitting it out, “A gold digger?”

Sara cackled while Jace face palmed while you stood open mouth and shocked. “I’m not-well I know it could seem- she-I’m not a gold digger!” You finally spat out. “Am I a gold digger?” You asked, looking between all your friends.

“The politically correct term is sugar baby,” Sara chirped, her hangover sadly gone.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, realising the horrible truth, “What if she finds out?!”

Aemond sat up, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared you down, “She cannot find out,” he said sternly, “Don’t worry. We’ll cover for you. We will survive this,” he said, somehow making it sound more like a war than it already was.

When you finally managed to escape Aemond’s class you only had time to run home, change, and head right back out to meet Daemon for lunch. Daemon was already sat at the table when you walked in, standing up he saw you, “You look stunning doll,” Daemon said, kissing your cheek before pulling out your chair, “Hungover?” He questioned with a slight smirk as he took his own chair.

You chuckled a bit as you glanced over the menu, “Nah I’m fine now. Your nephew helped with that,” you said as the waiter approached, and you both ordered.

After ordering daemon looked back at you, “Which nephew love? Should I be concerned?”

You snorted a little at his comment, “Jealous?” You asked before shaking your head, “Well Jace was there but it was mostly Aemond,”

“Aemond,” Daemon said, eyes wandering to the side as he thought, “Is that the eyepatch one or the syphilis one?”

“Aegon had syphilis?” You asked shocked, leaning forward wide eyed, “But yes Aemond has an eyepatch,”

“So why were you having a family reunion without me doll?” He asked. As you explained the rigorous etiquette you had just been taught the waiter brought the food over and Daemon hung off your every word. As you finished your story, finally able to dive into the amazing looking food, daemon nodded silently, “So he warned you about the gala?”

“He made it sound worse than world war three,”

Daemon chuckled at your description as he mulled it over, “That’s the Aemond I remember alright. You’ll be fine doll just stick to my side or my nephews if I get pulled away by someone but if you see my alone with a Baratheon for more than five minutes you’re obligated to swoop in and save me,”

“Mr Targaryen your doctors on the phone you’re having a heart attack right now,” you said, putting on your best posh accent making Daemon snigger. “There is something I need to ask though,” you said as you pushed the food around your plate with your fork.

Daemon raised an eyebrow as you avoided his gaze, “Everything okay love?”

“Yeah, it’s just um,” you said before finally looking up, “How am I supposed to say I know you? Aemond got worried about people finding out and yeah what’s like the plan?” You asked.

Daemon paused for a moment, sipping on his coffee before nodding, “Well I rsvp’d for a plus one so you’re my date and if anyone keeps prying i’ll tell them to fuck off,” you couldn’t help but laugh at his attitude but part of you knew it would not take much to push daemon into doing exactly that, “If anyone asks we’ll just say I met you at your work and we hit it off. Assuming you’re okay with pretending to be my girlfriend,”

You knew the idea of being Daemons girlfriend wasn’t supposed to fill your stomach with butterflies or make you want to lean over and kiss him. You were his sugar baby, someone he paid to like him, but you couldn’t help the feeling. “I suppose I can make it work,” you said with a shy smile before taking a drink to try concealing your fluster.

It didn’t go unnoticed however and daemon smiled quietly to himself as he watched your antics. Gods, he thought to himself, is it wrong he didn’t want it to be pretend? He kept his thoughts to himself as lunch continued.

“So where should I ask the driver to drop you off today?” Daemon asked as he helped you put your coat on to leave.

“I was kinda hoping I could stay at yours again tonight? I’ve gotta go in to work early tomorrow and your place is closer,” you said as you took Daemons hand without second thought as you began to walk out the restaurant.

Daemon laughed as he took your hand in his, his thumb stroking over your skin as it always did, “Of course doll. Though you don’t need the excuses love,” he smirked when he saw your head dip, a faint blush spreading over your face as he helped you into the car.

With every passing day you got slightly more nervous about the Gala on Friday. The whole of the Targaryen corporation got a half day because of the event but luckily you didn’t work Fridays so could spend the whole day worrying. Daemon unfortunately had to go into the office to sort some last-minute Gala financing out but said you were welcome to get ready at his house and even agreed to let Jace and Aemond over as well.

Jace and Aemond weren’t shocked by the extravagant house in the slightest, but Sara walked in, and her jaw hit the ground. “What the hell?” She gasped as she walked in, having decided she was more than welcome to come as well to do your makeup. “Why can’t I get a sugar daddy?”

“Hey!” Jace protested, his arm defensively going over her shoulder, “Give me a few years alright im still in uni,”

Sara scoffed as she pushed Jaces arm off to explore the house. Now it was time for business, “Where’s your dress?” Aemond asked, forgetting to say hello as he searched his uncle’s house.

You unzipped the dress bag revealing the dark purple satin evening dress that Daemon had made to your exact size. “Ta da,” you said, turning the dress to show the group.

“That’ll do,” Aemond said, nodding his head approvingly as he took the dress out the bag, “Now for makeup- “

“i’ve got that bit covered Aem’s,” Sara said as she flung her arm over Aemond’s shoulder, pinching his cheek. The two had grown a love hate relationship since Aemond took time off where Sara was her usual bubbly self and Aemond pretended to hate it. “Oh my god I forgot how gorgeous this dress is,” she gushed as she reached for the dress, “Hey!” Sara protested as Aemond snatched it away.

Aemond rolled his eyes as he slipped it back in the protective bag, “Not a chance. I don’t know where your hands have been. Now let’s get this show on the road,”

“Princess diaries style,” Jace grinned causing everyone to look at him, head tilted, “Sara made me watch it,” he mumbled.

“Bitch please you made me watch it,” Sara said before grabbing your shoulders and leading you to sit down, “Now let me at this face. I have work to do,”

Daemon had given you his credit card to get everything you needed for the Gala; makeup, shoes, jewellery, whatever you needed to complete the look. Sara took great pride in picking out the makeup with you and now began to slather it on your face with Aemond watching over her shoulder to keep it tasteful. You were thankful Jace was there to mediate.

She ended up giving you a soft purple eye look with a little bit of smoke and glitter, a more natural face and just gloss for lips. “Perfect,”

“Hot,”

“Looking good babes,” Jace cheered from the other end of the couch from where he was playing wordle on his phone.

Sara stood up with a gleeful smile, “My work here is done,” she said, clasping her hands together. You didn’t even question how Aemond knew how to do hair as he began to curl and pin it in place.

Jace and Aemond eventually went to get in their tuxes themselves and now all you had to do was get dressed. As you were heading upstairs for Sara to help you into the dress you heard Daemon getting home. “I’m home doll,” his voice called out across the entrance.

“Omg he calls you doll?” Sara whispered, grabbing your arm tightly.

“I’m just getting changed Daemon. Jace and Aemond are downstairs,” you called back as Sara dragged you to the bedroom, squealing at the sight.

The dress fit like a glove and the material was so soft it felt like ice water on a hot day. Sara made sure your hair was sitting perfect, shoes and jewellery was on, and makeup was perfect before you walked down. She was determined to give you your ‘teen movie’ moment as she called it.

When you walked down the stairs, seeing Daemon sitting on the couch with Jace and Aemond waiting for you, you almost felt nervous for some reason. At that exact moment that you contemplated turning back Daemons head turned to face you. You watched as his jaw went slack, his eyes scanning up your body as he stood from the couch.

He walked from the couch to the stairs silently, meeting you at the bottom and taking your hand softly into his, “Beautiful,” he murmured before holding your hand up and making you give him a slow spin, “Absolutely gorgeous love,” he said, pulling you in for a brief kiss while Sara awed and Jace gagged.

“Thanks doll,” you said, rolling your eyes to disguise you blush, “Are you gonna get ready?”

“Give me five minutes doll. Just gotta change,” he said as he finally let you go, moving past you to head up the stairs before pausing, “Sara, right?” He asked, taking her hand to shake softly.

“Yeah,” she said, her eyes wide as Daemon almost smirked before walking up the stairs. “Wow,” she mouthed to you as she walked down the stairs.

“Babe!” Jace whined at his girlfriend’s actions. The teasing and bantering didn’t stop until you saw Daemon reappearing at the top of the staircase. Unlike Jace who chose a plain black tuxedo and Aemond’s white one Daemon had opted for a dark purple tux to match yours with a lavender shirt underneath. Jaw dropping was an understatement. “You clean up nice,” you grinned, moving to stand beside daemon.

“Thank you love,” he said, his arm moving to wrap around yours before kissing the top of your head. Daemon smiled at you for a moment before turning to the nephews, “Called the cars. One to drop you home,” he said pointing to sara who looked like she may swoon at any second. Lucky for her Jace decided to spare her the war that was the Targaryen gala. “One for you both,” he nodded towards the boys before turning to you with a light smile, “Then one for us,”

You could melt under his gaze despite Jaces ews and Aemond’s eyerolls. For a moment you weren’t even worried about the gala. You just wanted to enjoy the moment as you all shared a glass of wine before the cars came. Sara was practically bouncing as she got into the car, hers being the first to show. Daemon sent Jace and Aemond in the next one, wanting to savour the last few moments alone with you. “Promise you won’t hate me if I show myself up tonight?” You joked as Aemond and Jace left.

“Nothing could make me hate you doll,” Daemon said, kissing your lips softly before pausing, “I got you something,” he finally said as he pulled a small box out of his pocket.

You gasped when he opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever seen, “This is too much,” you said as you studied the ring.

“I could give you the world and it still wouldn’t be enough,” Daemon said as he took the ring out of the box, slipping onto your finger as he kept his eyes on yours. You couldn’t look away from those lilac eyes, even when the car honked outside you didn’t want to walk away. “c’mon love we’ll be late,” Daemon said softly as he took your hand in his.

“Okay,” you said, grabbing your purse and readying yourself. “Let’s do this,”

Despite all the prep you hadn’t expected all the flashing cameras or the lilac carpet, something you wondered if Daemon had suggested as you stood beside your date to pose for the cameras. Daemon work his signature sexy smirk as his arm slinked around your waist, resting on your hip, before you were ushered off the carpet to finally get inside of the gala.

Inside was thankfully less hectic but there was still a lot of hustle and bustle as people waited for the gala to usher them in. Servers passed out strange hors d'oeuvre you’d never heard the name of and, thankfully for you, champagne and wine. You gladly accepted a glass, almost drinking it in one go to steady your nerves. Daemons arm was locked protectively around you the whole time.

You glanced over to where Aemond looked like he was being sharply questioned by his mother, Jace standing a few feet away trying not to laugh. He gave you a slight nod when he noticed you looking. At least there were some friendly faces you supposed.

When the doors were finally opened you were ushered into a large hall with circle tables covered in red table clothes. Daemon guided you through the mess of tables and people to your seat. Apparently, the table assignments had been a lengthy process that he and his brother studied together while organising the affair. You were sat at a table with Daemon on one side and Jace on the other.

You smiled as Jace sat down and did your best to act natural when Rhaenyra, Lucerys, and Harwin strong arrived at the table. As they took their seats Jace began to whisper to you how his aunt tried to have Harwin banned from the affair but once they found out they were engaged nothing could be done.

“Who’s your friend sweetie?” Rhaenyra asked as she scooted her chair in before looking up and tilting her head, “Do I know you from somewhere?”

“She’s friends with Sara mum,” Jace said, blushing at the mention of his girlfriend which only made Luke start to make fun of his older brother.

Rhaenyra scolded Luke but before anything else could be said a loud microphone static rang across the room. “Is it on now?” Viserys voice was supposed to be a whisper but you and Jace sniggered as it rang across the room. “Okay good, good. Well, I would like to welcome…” Daemon had warned you about his brothers’ lengthy speeches at these things however you tried to listen but all you really heard was fundraiser, food, champagne, and eat. And eat you would.

You almost moaned as you bit into the food, something Daemon couldn’t help but chuckle at. Even though part of you knew Rhaenyra had recognised you, you were grateful for her discretion. The whole meal was surprisingly painless, even enjoyable, as Rhaenyra told you embarrassing stories about Jace, and daemon and daemon finally seemed to let loose around his family. During dinner they began to pace out donation slips for everyone to fill out. When you tried to peak at Daemons donation slip, he quickly pulled it away with a grin, telling you not to be so nosey.

When the dinner was over you were all ushered to the bar while they rearranged the tables, but you didn’t complain when you learned it was an open bar. You were stood beside Jace at the bar sipping your drink, your buzz already going, as daemon wandered off with Rhaenyra to talk to a client.

Jace waved at someone behind you and when you turned you felt your stomach churn. “Hi grampa, granny,” Jace said as he gave Rhaenys a hug and Coryls a firm handshake with a pointed but goofy look.

“Your grips improving son and look who it is,” he said turning to you, his arms opening, “Jace I see you’ve stolen my best employee,”

You blushed as you tried to avoid Rhaenys confused look, “Uh no she’s just my friend grampa. My girlfriend couldn’t make it,” Jace explained, “She’s uncle daemons date,”

Coryls let out a loud chuckle at that one, “Oh Daemon what’s he like,” Coryls said shaking his head, “I’d say you better make him happy but im sure you do sweetheart,” he tried to joke when his wife exclaimed.

“I know you!” She said, almost staggering as she pointed at you, “You used to work for me, at the Den. Oh sweetie how have you been?” She gushed, throwing her arms around you. You gave your boss a wide eyed look as he attempted to pry his drunk wife from you, “You know I know I should say this but,” she said, looking around as if someone was spying on her, “I’m so glad someone finally yelled at that awful witch,” she whispered in the loud way all drunk people do.

“Sorry bout that,” you said but you couldn’t help but laugh at her state as Coryls pulled him back to his side.

“No don’t be,” she said, holding your arms, “I would’ve done it years ago but someone,” she said giving her husband a dirty look, “said I wasn’t allowed,”

“Okay sweetie,” Coryls said as he brought Rhaenys properly into his grip, “Lets go find you some hors d’oeuvre, okay? Sorry about this,” he said turning back to you.

“I don’t know what you’re on about boss,” you grinned.

“That a girl,” he said before steering his wife off in search for food to sober her up.

You turned back to Jace, wide eyed as he sniggered at the interaction. “Well, that was fun,” before you could do anything else everyone began to shuffle back into the hall which had now pushed all the tables around the edges to create more of a dance floor. Viserys gave yet another speech before the music began.

While it wasn’t the music you and Jace would usually dance to he still insisted on dragging you out onto the floor. You and Jace were easily the youngest pair dancing. Aemond had taught you many of the dances he had been forced to learn in childhood, so it was surprisingly painless as you danced the Dornish Waltz.

As you danced however you could feel daemons eyes on you and when you looked you couldn’t help but smile at the way he watched you. However, there were another pair of eyes on you as you danced, and those ones were less forgiving.

When the dance ended daemon gave a slow clap as he approached you, taking your hand into his, “i’ve got her from here,” Daemon said, nodding for Jace to leave as another song began. The next song was dance of the dragons and it was easily your favourite one you had learned despite you being out of breath by the end, “You did perfect doll,” Daemon praised, giving you a brief kiss. However that much of a kiss seemed to be considered PDA by the way people looked at you.

For the rest of the night, you went between talking to and dancing with Jace, Daemon, and even Aemond who reluctantly gave you a dance. Aegon had asked for one, but Aemond had unceremoniously told him to fuck off making him retreat like a kicked puppy. Aemond also made sure to introduce you to a very sweet but very shy Heleana. You could feel ottos and Alicent’s death stares on you, especially when you danced with either of her children, but it was too busy for her to do anything about.

After much dancing and even more drinking, you found yourself sweaty and out of breath at the side of the dance floor. Daemon was off talking with Coryls while you hung out with Aemond when a girl, a very cute girl you mentally noted, approached Aemond with a warm hug that made his pale cheeks tinge red. Apparently it was one of his sisters’ friends she went to boarding school with. When Aly asked Aemond for a dance you practically answered yes for him, pushing him to show off his moves.

You meanwhile were buzzed, alone, and far too warm so you decided to step out for a few moments for some fresh air. Luckily for you just outside the door to the banquet hall was a balcony over facing the city that some people used to smoke but you used for some cool crisp air. The two men who were on there smoking left not long after you walked out leaving you alone to enjoy the noise of the city.

That was until you heard the glass door to the balcony open again. “I wondered if it was really you,” Ottos cold voice made you spin round on your heels leaving you face to face with the man who tormented you at the restaurant for months with his petty orders, “Im shocked you’re brave enough to show your face,”

“I should be going,” you muttered, trying to move past him but Otto blocked the door making you sigh, “Look I’m sorry about before but can I just get past- “

“You really think sorry will cut it? After you embarrassed me in front of my daughter,” he said, taking a few steps closer making you back up. All you could do was hope someone would walk past or to sneak past, but each move you made he copied, “Then now this. You show up to my family’s fundraiser uninvited looking like a tart,”

“I’m here with Daemon,” you practically spat out the words as you tried to push past. “He’ll be looking for me,”

Otto rolled his eyes, “Please that mans always drunk off his arse. Don’t act like I don’t know what you are,”

Your eyes narrowed at the man, stepping closer to him, “And what’s that?” You asked, smelling the whisky reeking from his breath.

“Just some whore,” before you could think you felt his cheek against your palm as a loud slap rang through the air. Your eyes widened, realising what you’d done as Otto roughly grabbed your wrist, “Don’t think we all can’t tell,”

“Father,” you heard the harsh whisper of Alicent’s voice before you saw her snake through the door, closing it quietly behind her, “What are you doing?” She hissed.

“Don’t you recognise her?” Otto asked, finally letting your wrist go and shoving you away.

Alicent tried to pull her father to the side, but he kept pushing her off, “Dad we’re in public,” she tried to reason with him as he continued his tyred.

As the two struggled you tried to rush away but as you reached for the door handle you saw daemon storming over to the balcony. “Why are you defending that gold digger?” Otto said as Daemon opened the door.

“What did you call her?” Daemon practically growled at Otto who finally moved on from Alicent to Daemon. You glanced over at Alicent, her face briefly contorted into some kind of sadness before she covered it again with a hard-line smile. “Go on say it again Hightower,” Daemon spat as he pushed at Ottos shoulders.

“She,” Otto said, pointing past Daemon, his finger wagging straight at you, “Is a gold digging whore,” he said the words slowly as if he was talking to a child, “And you-“ he said jabbing a finger into daemons chest, “are embarrassing the company by parading around some prostitute,”

Before you or Alicent could do anything, a loud cracking sound came from Ottos face as Daemons fist crashed down on the drunk. Otto stumbled back and part of you wondered whether Daemon was about to throw him from the balcony. Thankfully the doors were thrown open yet again but this time by the eldest Targaryen and two security men.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Viserys yelled, as much as an old man can, as you and Alicent backed into a corner, Alicent putting herself in front of you and for a moment you wondered if she cared. “Care to explain Daemon?” He said gesturing at his brother like a mad man.

“He was calling my date a prostitute,” Daemon said, his voice low and eerily calm. As he spoke you thought of a plan, silently but quickly switching the ring daemon had given you earlier from your right middle finger to your left ring finger.

Viserys paused for a moment, looking between you and Otto, “Brother you can’t understand how one might think- “

“I’m not a prostitute!” You said, finally speaking up for yourself and pushing past Alicent. “Or a gold digger or anything else,” you said as you put on your best indignant voice as you moved to stand by daemon, taking his right hand in your left, squeezing it quickly. Daemon glanced down, pausing for a moment when he saw the ring had switched.

Viserys paused, stammering for words, as a security guard checked out Otto and another tried to comfort Alicent, but she just pushed him off. Finally, Daemon looked up, raising your hand in his so that Viserys could see the ring, “She’s my fiancé you twat,” his spitting like venom but still the word fiancé sounded so nice off his tongue. “I was going to announce it tonight, but Hightower over here cornered her on a balcony to call her a slut,”

Otto tried to stutter for an answer but finally Viserys piped up, “She’s your-how long have you even known her, Daemon?”

“Two years,” he lied.

Before Viserys could keep questioning you continued the lie, “He came into the café I worked at before the Dragons Den and asked for my number,”

“We’ve been dating since,” Daemon said, expertly bouncing off your own lies. “I proposed last week and thought id share the good news with my brother but apparently not,” Daemon said, his face screwing up and for a moment you thought he should take up a career in acting.

“That’s the ring he proposed with?” Alicent asked indignantly, smelling a lie but unable to prove it.

You rolled your eyes before answering, “This is a temporary one, the real ones at the jewellers,”

“I bought the wrong size Alicent, hardly worth your father threatening my fiancé,” Daemon said as his arm linked around your waist.

Viserys sighed as he got in between his brother and wife, holding his hands up for peace, “Okay okay enough. Daemon I’m sorry we didn’t know. Otto- “Otto tried to pipe up, but Viserys raised a hand to silence him, “Is deeply sorry. Aren’t you otto?” Viserys shot him a nasty glare till otto reluctantly nodded. “And I’m sorry (Y/N),” Viserys said turning to look at you finally while you did your best to seem like you were bursting from excitement from getting away with the lie.

“I think its best if we leave,” Daemon said, holding his head high, “I trust you will deal with Otto on Monday considering this is a company event,” he said with a pointed look to his older brother.

“Yes of course,” Viserys said as he walked you and Daemon inside, leading down to the exit, “And I am happy for you brother. You two make quite the pair,”

Daemons eyes fell on you as he smirked, “I agree,” he said before bidding his brother goodbye. You tried to be nice with Viserys who looked exhausted from the whole interaction.

As Daemon reached into his pocket for his phone to call a car you stopped him, “Lets just walk,” you told him. Daemon squinted at you for a moment before finally nodding in agreement, taking you by the arm, “I know a 24/7 dinner we can try. It doesn’t have the same level of caviar,” you said in your best posh voice making daemon chuckle as you walked into the cool evening air, “but its good food,”

“Whatever you want love,” daemon said, kissing the top of your head as you walked.

As you walked you thought for a moment, your mind going back to the ring, “Daemon?” You said and he hummed in response, “If you wanted to propose, for real, I wouldn’t be totally opposed,”

Daemon glanced down at you, a smile playing on his lips, “I wouldn’t mind if you said yes,” he said before his eyes flickered away. His arm tightened around your waist, grinning as he did, “i’ll order the flower petals,”

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Theories I’ve Seen About HOTD Season 2 Rated

Rhaenyra will be the one to order Blood & Cheese but Daemon will take the fall for it, both immediately and to be remembered by history. 9/10. There is something about this theory that I just absolutely love. Maybe it’s the idea of Rhaenyra taking explicit action, maybe it’s the fact that it’s something that would cast her in a genuinely morally dubious light, maybe it’s just that one face Emma D’Arcy made in the trailer that made it look like Rhaenyra was ready for absolute murder. No matter what I think this is an intriguing theory that could very well happen.

Helaena will turn to Team Black. 5/10. The reason that this is exactly in the middle is because there are one or two right ways to do this…and about fifty million wrong ways to. You know what I would be down for? Helaena, who knows the pain of losing a son, cannot defend the way her family keeps justifying Lucerys’ death to herself, right as Baela and Rhaena realize that they are going to get tossed over for Rhaenyra’s sons no matter what happens. The girls team up and burn some shit down. Very unrealistic but I would love it.

Nettles will be replaced by Rhaena. -10/10. Please, please no, I am begging y’all not to do this. At best we’re taking away an interesting character, at worst we are turning Daemon into something he is very much not (and I say this as someone who hates the man).

Helaena is pregnant with/will give birth to Maelor. 8/10. This seems likely, and I am also begging for it to happen because I really don’t like the implications of a Maelor-less B&C…

Aegon & Aemond will fight over Helaena. 1/10. Please, no, I hate this. Feels very reductive towards all three of their characters.

Rhaenys will die this season. 8/10. Given the timeline this seems very likely. Her scenes in the trailer gave me some “wise mentor giving last bits of advice” vibes, and I wouldn’t be surprised if this is what leads to…

Rhaenyra goes completely mad this season. 7/10. The only reason this is rated slightly lower is because I agree with a lot of people that Rhaenyra’s death will be pushed back as far as possible, probably into the final season. Depending on how “mad queen” she goes, that could lead to a lot of viewers being frustrated with her, and I don’t see the writers going so hard so early. But I think we’ll at least start to see slips in judgment later in the season.

Otto Hightower dies. 8/10. This is absolutely something I can see happening in the season finale (we did have that clip in the teaser of Daemon seemingly beheading someone). This is the way I can see the show going “the Dance is getting really serious now.”

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Hello dear! Can you do daemons reaction to his darling being set to be viserys (his brothers) new wife?

For Daemon it was a mix of troubled emotions. Anger, sadness and the bitter taste of betrayal. As soon as the news reached his ears, an uncontrolled rage took possession of his body.

How could Viserys do this to him? Such a lack of consideration? Was he punishing him so cruelly for the recent trouble he's been causing?

It just wasn't fair. If anyone should be her husband, it was him. Your weak brother could never love you with the same intensity that Daemon did or satisfy you like Daemon could.

Fuck all that, the Targaryen prince didn't think twice or give himself more time to stew in his anger before leaving for King's Landing with Caraxes, his anger only increasing with every minute that was wasted by the trip.

The ground shook as the great red beast, older than many who inhabited the fortress, landed in the dragon pit. The caretakers looked at each other for a moment before they stepped back slightly, the beast seemed to share the same agitation and fury as its rider, seeming ready to devour anyone.

Daemon's footsteps were strong and hurried, eyes furious enough to drive anyone out of his way. He didn't wait or ask for it to be announced before entering his brother's private quarters, a dark aura surrounding his figure.

"How could you do that? Aemma's body was barely cooled before you tried to deflower our sister." The prince exclaimed through clenched teeth, fists clenching tightly at his sides, daggers being met by his gaze.

Viserys turned his head quickly to meet his brother's gaze. He was bewildered, almost letting the small dragon sculpture that was carefully carved fall to the ground.

"What are you talking about, Daemon?" He had harshness in her speech, Aemma had always been and always will be a sensitive subject and dangerous territory when it came to the Targaryen king.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about'' He mocked in an accusatory tone, entering further into the room. Viserys's eyebrows furrowed, causing a wrinkle of concern to appear. A tired sigh escapes her lips as he stands up from her seat, facing her younger brother.

"Daemon, it is only the right thing to do. It is my duty and our sister's duty. She must marry and I must marry again." The Targaryen prince gave no room for his older brother's calm words to enter his ears. His mind was well coated with stubbornness and the bitter feeling of betrayal.

"So that's why you denied her to me, for your own selfishness?" Viserys looks slightly offended by the other's words.

"Selfish? I just do my best to keep the kingdom safe and the stability of our home. If anyone is selfish in all of this, it's you, Daemon. Always neglecting your duty in favor of your personal pleasures." Daemon hated that tone, that disappointed father tone that Viserys always used to scold him as if he were still a child doing childish mischief. His jaw clenched, biting the inside of his mouth to keep from saying something that would strike a nerve with the king.

"Marry her to me. I promise to follow what is expected of me as a prince if you agree to give her to me." With the lack of immediate response he continues. "When I support you above anyone else in your claim to the throne, you said I could choose anything as a reward. Give it to me.That will be my reward.”

"If you had asked this sooner, it might have been considered, Daemon." The response was like a cold bande. He expected his brother's refusal, but a small part of him hoped for the best.

"I do everything for you, I've never been anything but loyal to the crown and you but this is how I'm rewarded? Even damn Otto is more respected by you than me."

"Enough, Daemon, keep Otto away from this conversation... It's already decided. Conversation over."

Daemon did not respond, nor stubbornly denied, nor did he agree in submission. He just studied the king for long seconds that stretched into what felt like hours before quickly turning on his heel, the door being slammed shut.

Well, Daemon always got what he wanted in the end. Especially when it was the love of his life that was included in it. He would get what he wanted one way or another. The king cannot accept the already deflowered bride…

#yandere x reader #yandere hotd #yandere house of the dragon #Yandere Daemon Targaryen #Daemon targaryen x reader #Yandere Daemon targaryen x Reader #Daemon Targaryen x You

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Dynasty Of Flames

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen-Royce Reader

Summary: Being born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the birth of Daemon’s firstborn- a girl, spread, people could only wait in anticipation to see which side of the coin faced up during her birth.

Aemond being completely oblivious about his own feelings. Y/N being the pride of her father Daemon <3

Warnings: Incest (duh), violence, blood/gore, swearing.

Part 1, part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Part 5

As the small crowd of nobles present at court gathered in the throne room, both sides of the royal family too made themselves present.

Aemond was timely as always, accompanied by his mother and his grandfather who served as hand of the king. Rhaenyra and Daemon were already present with Jace and a very nervous Luke. Helaena arrived a few moments later, arm linked with Y/N's. Aegon too walked in right after them.

Alicent smiled at the young princess when their eyes met. She watched as Y/N exchanged warm smiles with both Helaena and Aegon before she went to stand with her own family without bothering to so much as look at Aemond. She turned and saw that even Aemond refused to look at her.

Odd.

"Did something happen between Y/n and Aemond?" Alicent leaned in and whispered to Helaena. The both of them had been close in spite being apart for years and now upon her return, they seemed so distant.

"They had a bit of an argument last night, from what Y/N told" Helaena answered "but I do not know regarding what, she refused to speak much about it"

"I see" the queen nodded. She would need to talk to Aemond about this. With the arrival of Rhaenyra to court, Alicent had hoped to propose a match between Aemond and Y/N, to ensure the safety of her sons lives once Rhaenyrs stepped into power. She hadn’t discussed this with anyone yet apart from her father and husband, the king who seemed rather pleased with the idea.

With the King amiss, it was his hand, Otto, who was going to make the choice of who would inherit the Driftmark throne.

Rhaenyra along with Daemon, the boys and Y/N stood toward the left side from where Otto sat upon the throne while Alicent along with her children and Vaemond stood at the right.

Princess Rhaenys was standing exactly opposite the throne with Baela and Rhaena alongside her.

So far it seemed that the court was in favour of Vaemond and Luke was growing rather nervous about the whole situation. It just seemed so, one-sided.

He knew that denying his claim to the throne at Driftmark only weakened her mother's claim to the iron throne.

Vaemond spoke to all gathered of how he was of the same blood as Corlys, loosely implying that Rhaenyra's sons weren't. He went on about his argument until it was time for Rhaenyra to speak.

"If I am to grace this farce" she sighed, quiet obviously rather annoyed that this was even an issue when Luke was already named heir "I should like to start by reminding you all-"

The large doors of the court room were pushed open, the loud noise interrupting the princess as one of the guards announced the arrival of king Viserys.

The arrival of the King brought two starkly different reactions from his kin.

On one side, a sense of relief washed over. Y/N breathed out- content, knowing that all was not lost. She could see her mother's eyes widen with hope, a ghost of a smile dancing on her lips.

Meanwhile on her side of the room she'd noticed the utter disappointment and sudden concern that had begon to grow.

Aegon held back a sneer. He'd never hated his nephews. In fact, he got along with them far better than Aemond did. No, the thing that put him in a bad mood was his father practically getting up from his death bed to rush to the aid and defence of his daughter, again.

Where was this side of him when Aegon needed it?

"Father is here, yet again to defend his only child" Aegon scoffed under his breath to Aemond.

Where was this compassion when his brother had his eye taken from him?

There was no denying that he indeed neglected his fatherly duties toward them.

"I will sit the throne today" Viserys managed to find the strength to announce.

This was the first time, in perhaps years, Aemond had seen his father walk by himself though 'walking' was hardly the word for it. 'Hobbling' seemed more befitting. And it pained him that his father never made such efforts for him or his siblings even when he was well.

There was a mask of gold hiding half of his face, that Rhaenyra had not seen him without ever since her arrival to court.

The King continued his slow advance to the throne, momentarily halting when he'd reached the few steps to catch his breath and paused to wheeze. His skin was sickly pale, almost as if he was a walking corpse.

Daemon left his wife's side to rush to his brother's aid. A king's guard too, took a step to assist the King.

"I am fine" he waved the guard off just as his crown fell to the ground with a clatter. Daemon was the one to retrieve it.

"I said I'm fine" he repeated, thinking it was the guard yet again until he heard his brother speak.

"Come on" he encouraged.

Lord Hightower went to his daughter's side as Daemon held the king's arm to help him to the throne. Once he was sat, he placed the crown back on his head before making his way back to Rhaenyra.

"I must.. admit.. my confusion" the king panted "I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession"

The King scanned the faces of his family that were both split and standing on two sides of the room.

"The only one present... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys's wishes is the Princess Rhaenys" he turned to his cousin.

The older woman smiled at his acknowledgement.

"Indeed, Your Grace" she took a step forward, appreciative of her cousin wishing to hear her, something the others didn't bother to do "It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him"

"As a matter of fact" She continued "the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena, a proposal to which I heartily agree"

The twins exchanged smiles with the boys upon hearing this. Of course they would be joyous, Jace and Luke were fine young gentlemen who any woman would be lucky to be married to.

Y/N smiled too, quiet happy that her darling younger sisters were now betrothed; and to two sweethearts that she knew would treat them well.

The King leaned back slowly "Well, the matter is settled; Again"

Queen Alicent sighed, quite upset at the king for displaying his partiality yet again toward his daughter and her children.

"I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides"

Lucerys at last let out that breath and smiled as he and his family both shared a moment of pure relief. Y/N took his hand in her's offering a gentle squeeze, a gesture that Aemond noticed and subtly scoffed at.

How dare she take that bastard's hand in hers, he thought, the very same hand that took my eye.

Vaemond, who stood to Princess Rhaenys' left, stepped forward as she went back to the twins.

"You break law and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir" he said "Yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon? No. I will not allow it"

"Allow it?" the king repeated, almost surprised at the nerve "Do not forget yourself, Vaemond. I am the king and you are no more than the second son"

Something inside Vaemond snapped upon hearing those words. As if he needed to be reminded that whatever it is he was fighting for, was never his to begin with.

"That!" he shouted as his finger was pointed at Luke "Is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine"

"Go to your chambers" Rhaenyra placed her hand on Luke's shoulder as she moved to stand before him protectively whilst she spoke to Vaemond "you have said enough!"

"I would advise you to choose your words carefully" Y/N spoke, gaining the attention of everyone present "prince Lucerys is lord of Driftmark and thus becomes your superior. Do not overstep your boundaries"

Jace smirked; Y/N had taken their side, just as she promised

"With all due respect, I do not need a warning uttered from the lips of a dragonling. Regardless of her title or relation to him" Vaemond pointed at Luke as he smiled at her but there was nothing warm about it. Daemon clenched his jaw as soon as he heard the tone used to address his daughter, who he had indirectly called a child.

"Se istin epagon ao naejot urnēbagon skorkydoso ao ȳdragon naejot bisa 'zaldrīzes-rūs' qilōni ao vestragon naejot nārhēdegon iksis iā dārilaros" Y/N sneered, not taking kindly to even an ounce of that disrespectful tone and Daemon cast a momentary look of pride at her "iksin se va moriot kessa sagon eglikta than ao"

"Furthermore I must urge you to watch how you speak to this 'dragonling' who you seem to forget is a princess. I am, and always will be higher than you in station"

Aemond had his gaze locked on Y/N and he grinned ever so slightly when she put Vaemond in his place. Even Aegon seemed amused.

Y/N felt Luke's hand squeeze her's every so slightly, indicating that he was growing a touch nervous again.

Vaemond did not like the public reminder that he was merely a lord in comparison to her; It stung even more when she pointed it out in their language. With his pride now hurt, the turned to speak to the King.

"You may run your house as you see fit but you will not decide the future of mine" Vaemond spoke aloud so that the entire assembly might hear him "My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides and gods be damned, I will not see it ended on the account of this.."

He paused as his gaze lingered on Rhaenyra.

Prince Daemon watched his face twitch "Say it" he challenged, menacingly.

A deadly silence fell like a blanket over them all before Vaemond's control snapped as he roared

"Her children... are bastards!"

Y/N's eyes widened and her mouth was partially agape at his disrespectful annunciation of her half-brothers' legitimacy. Across the room, even Aegon and Helaena stood shocked and Aemond immediately turned to look at Y/N, as if to say 'don’t say a word, let the king handle this'. Alicent and Otto exchanged nervous glances.

Vaemond was getting a little too bold, even for the liking of the Greens.

"And she" Vaemond then looked at Rhaenyra, dead in the eyes "is a whore"

Gasps arose from the people present, at how freely Vaemond threw insults.

This time, Y/N pushed past Luke, throwing her mannerisms out the window.

"You fucking-" Baela and Rhaena were quick to rush to their sister's side and hold her back, Jace assisting them.

Even the king was just as enraged as she was. His patience had finally faded away.

"I will have your tongue for that!" He drew his dagger, about to do the gruesome task himself.

Vaemond simply smirked in defiance as a momentary sense of satisfaction washed over him.

But he didn't manage to bask in it for long.

Within a matter of a few seconds, Daemon was right behind him with his sword unsheathed. With one swing of the blade, Vaemond's fame crumbled down to the ground; his head served in half right above his upper lip.

Helaena immediately looked away as Aegon's mouth hung open. Even Aemond seemed startled by this act of brutality. Jace protectively pushed the girls behind him, not wanted them to see the gory mess on the floor.

"He can keep his tongue" Daemon sneered as he stood over what remained of the man who dared to insult his family.

After everyone left that chaotic mess of a hearing, Alicent called for Aemond to talk about what had happened between him and Y/N.

"I hear you and princess Y/N got into a bit of an argument" she crossed her arms and for a moment she felt like Aemond was once again nine years of age and she was scolding him for running off into the dragon pits alone "she's only been here a day, I'm surprised after years of being apart you both managed a conflict after being reunited"

"It wasn’t my intention to make her cross with me" Aemond sighed "I said some words that were phrased poorly"

"May I ask what it is you told her?" his mother asked.

"I told her about marriage being a duty, a duty that highborns like ourselves must abide by" Aemond stared off into the distance as he mentally recalled the events of the night before. How she was so happy to meet him in that library even know she knew that he hadn’t planned it. How he tried to assist her with that book she wanted, how in the process of doing so he had entrapped her between himself and the shelves, how his torso was pressed against her- stop "I might’ve told her that it was expected of us to be wed and then I unintentionally made it sound like I was willing to take her as my wife solely out of obligation"

Alicent was quite surprised at his honesty. Aemond was always truthful to her but she was rather taken by surprise when he so casually admitted that he had spoken to Y/N regarding marriage, something that had never been discussed with him nor with Y/N's family.

"Unintentionally, you say" the queen hummed "Would it be safe to assume that if a choice was given to you, you would choose to marry her?"

"I have known Y/N ever since we were able to walk. She is a princess of house Targaryen, a girl closer to the gods than to men" he promptly answered with a firm tone "a person such as herself deserves nothing less than someone who is in equal measure a dragon like herself, someone who will keep the blood of old Valyria pure within the veins of the future generations"

"Aemond I appreciate the deep thought you've given to the succession of the house and the family name but that is not what I asked you" she tenderly spoke, trying to hold back a chuckle at her son's diplomatic response "do you want her? Not as a prince, not as a Targaryen but as a boy who is once again reacquainted with his childhood companion. As someone who cares about her, not the bloodlines of your offspring; someone who will love"

Alicent did not have a happy marriage, this was no secret to her children. And because of how miserable her life was, she did not wish the same to be repeated with her children. She had already tried to 'help' with that when she wedded Aegon and Helaena and it turned out to be quite a fail. So now that her darling boy Aemond was of age, she wanted him to have a happy married life. She knew Y/N ever since she was a babe and the princess was an absolute joy to have around. When the children were younger, it seemed to her that Aemond had fancied her; but over the years, Aemond kept telling her that she was only his friend and nothing more.

Now that Y/N too was of age and would soon look for a suitable partner, she hoped that the both of them would find some sort of spark. Aemond quite obviously liked the idea of wedding her, she just wanted to further ensure he wasn’t saying it simply to fulfil some 'duty'.

Aemond's expression softened.

Did he love her? Perhaps not yet.

Did he fancy her? Eh.

Would he be alright seeing her wed someone else? No.

They had been attached at the hip since childhood. He was hers and she was his. That was how things always were, irrespective of feelings like 'love'.

So, did he want her? Yes.

"I do want her. Besides, love is not really a necessity for a marriage pact" Aemond simply stated, a response to his mother's last statement "Love is the end of duty"

"Well in this case," Alicent smiled "loving her first, is your duty"

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meraxesmoon · 4 months

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Ok, but... What exactly did alicent do wrong tho... Why do people hate her (in the show ppl calm down)

Her being married to viserys was ottos doing ... She didnt have a choice she was a girl who was manipulated by her own father...

Her attacking luke was because he maimed aemond... If my son lost an eye i wouldnt stop until the person who maimed him was dead

"but lucerys was a child" SO WAS AEMOND, and he has to live with the loss of an eye

And lucerys didnt even feel bad... He was laughing when the pig was served at the table at the feast years later

The only thing that you can get her with is not being a very good mother, that i accept but blaming her for defending HER SON... girl...

Now in the book...

I do think shes mother... She such a complex character shes flawed but understands her mistakes... Dont get me wrong she is still mean and vengefull to people she deems as enemies but she has more of a heart than cersei lannister (despite some people trying to say that she is the version of cersei in hotd)

Idk... Some people just see the targaryens as superior beings and skip over their faults because they have dragons and are cooler to watch

I do think rhaenyra is the heir to the throne... But that doesnt mean that she has to be likeable to someone... Or that team black is better because she has dragons... If they werent evenly matched the war wouldnt be one of the most memorable in weteros for years to come

Im sorry for the rant... But im just tired of every team black member calling her alicunt...like... Are you twelve?

Yeah, people like to call Rhaenyra this feminist in Westerosi history, but it's just not true (at least if you believe some of the accounts in the book). Rhaenyra stans are like very extreme about her, and as a joke, that's fine, but most of them are dead serious.

I recently saw a post on TikTok that said the Driftmark scene was just Rhaenyra being a victim, and that's the most chronically online thing I've seen in a while. If you really sit down and think about it, Alicent had every reason to snap. Like, I love Rhaenyra, but she really was getting away with murder. Like, she had three illegitimate children, obviously, and just expected everyone to act like they weren't bastards.

People also say that it doesn't matter that Rhaenyra's children are illegitimate because she's heir to the throne. That makes ZERO sense, especially if you think about how that's treason and against the laws of Westeros. Alicent has every reason to feel bitter and upset about Rhaenyra pulling wool over everyone's eyes.

As for Alicent in the book, I really like her as well. Unlike Alicent in the show, she is in a huge position of power. A lot of people don't realize that she ruled ten times longer than Rhaenyra and Aegon combined. She wasn't this small little pawn being used like she is in the show. I adore both versions, but book Alicent is such a boss ass bitch! Despite her coldness and brutal behavior towards the Blacks, Alicent loves her kids so much in the books. Like, she places her own crown on Helaena's head after Aegon is crowned, she has a lot of faith in her sons, and the fact that Helaena and her children visit Alicent visit her every night before bed definitely says something about how Alicent was with her children.

Alicent in the book is pretty young when she marries Viserys, not as young as in the show. I feel like she was still sort of a victim of Otto, even in the book, but she ends up taking power into her hands because she wants to protect her children.

Notice how the people who hate Alicent would like her a lot if she was in any other type of series. They just don't like her because she's going against Rhaenyra.

Targaryen supremacists are so fucking annoying! If Alicent were a Targaryen woman they wouldn't have a problem with her, and Visenya Targaryen is a prime example of their hypocrisy (she literally usurped Aegon's son lol).

I'm Alicent's biggest defender, and I'll stay that way <3

LIKE LOOK

SHE JUST WANTS TO PROTECT HER CHILDREN

#alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #otto hightower #hotd 2 #hotd #house of the dragon

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kingcunny · 1 month

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i think she heard he was sick and shouldn't be bothered at so she didn't go see him, the first time she saw him was when he appeared in the Throne Room and she saw how horrible it was. i don't think rhaenys hates viserys like people are pointing out, sure its his fault, doesnt mean rhaenys didnt love him as a cousin, shes clearly affectionate with him in episode 5

episode 5 was also before laena and laenor died 💔

but of course rhaenys loves her cousin. shes known viserys since he was born. they grew up under the same roof. he was her little buddy. her best friend, but its been a long time since then. hes no longer that little boy and shes no longer that little girl.

and whether viserys meant it or not, hes hurt her. he stood by silently as she was humiliated and her birthright stolen twice. first by his father and then himself. he refuses to deal with problems that her family must then suffer the consequences for. (stepstones, laenor, the silent 5, vaemond. whichever version were going with.) all while giving rhaenyra and daemon free reign to do as they like.

im sure when rhaenys got back to the red keep she was conflicted. of course she wants to see viserys. she doesnt want anything to do with viserys. when she does finally ask about seeing him people shift uncomfortably and glance at each other and tell her shell have to talk to otto or alic- fuck that. fuck him. she didnt want to see viserys anyway. rhaenys wants to get this over with and go home and see if she still has a husband or not.

rhaenys knows viserys has been sick, but probably didnt realize how bad things had gotten until she sees him for the first time in the throne room. theres that one shot where she looks upset after seeing him, but what does this change for her? shes still there for the same reason. to settle corlys succession and go home. its upsetting to see how badly her cousins deteriorated, but they havent been close in years. and after all that goes down during the succession hearing, i dont think rhaenys would be exactly itching to see viserys afterwards.

then he dies that night. their last interaction was as king and subject.

of course rhaenys loved her cousin. but she loved the boy she grew up with, not the king he became.

#rhaenys tqwnw #viserys i targaryen #asks #this is a little rambly sorry i got inspired i love them </3

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unlimitedhearts · 5 months

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I'm almost done with the next two installations of my fic series, but my GOD life really just wants to GET AT ME huh.

Anyway, here's a little teaser for you for the next part.

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“So how many people actually know?”

“Are you sure you want the answer to that question?”

“Absolutely I do! Also how are you drinking that?”

“Very carefully,” Peter chuckled, tipping the coffee cup into his mouth as he hung upside down. “In time you will learn, Young Padawan-”

“I’m literally six months older than you,” Harry laughed, leaning against the signal tower.

“And yet still green behind the ears! Anyway,” Peter narrowed his lenses, just to shoot a look at him, “The answer to your question is like. A lot actually.”

“Is this going to be one of those answers I’m going to hate?”

“Probably,” Peter snickered, hopping down from his web onto his feet and deftly swinging the coffee cup around so it didn’t spill. “Mary Jane and May, obviously. Otto and Li figured it out, but I told you that. Miles’ mom, and his friend Ganke too.”

“Okay okay, pause, rewind,” Harry started, placing a hand on Peter’s arm. “I get telling MJ and May, but you told your students mom before you told me? That’s cold.”

Peter opened his mouth to respond just as sirens cut across the street beneath them. “Put a pin in that! I do have a response!”

Peter tugged his mask on and leapt off the signal tower. As many times as Harry saw him do that, he’d never get used to it. He followed in short order, swinging right beside Peter after a car on a joy ride. Pete didn’t have to coach him on the equations it took to swing right, that he got the hold of fairly quickly, but he did have to coach him on the art of fighting his own battles.

Harry could hold his own against someone like Flash (though he got his ass kicked nine out of ten times), but against career criminals and Hunters? That was a different beast. He was a hundred and ten percent sure that the suit was doing a lot of the heavy lifting when it came to whatever fighting prowess he had. Pete latched onto the top of the car, while he told Harry to stop it from the front, as it came to a screeching halt there was a group in a car further ahead that decided to get out and double back on them.

“I’ll go high! You bring ‘em down!” Peter shouted, backflipping off the car, taking a guy with him. They worked in tandem, Peter liked to fight in the air where he had more control, whereas Harry hit harder on the ground with the help of the suit. His punches extended further out, taking out two or three guys every time. When Peter got high up, Harry grabbed him and pulled him down. Teamwork like this was exactly the reason he’d wanted Pete by his side.

The two of them were equal and opposites, they complemented each other so well. Like tater tots and chocolate! Peanut butter and guts! Harry paused and shook himself off, unsure where that thought had come from. Peter swung by, kicking the last guy in the head just before their fist made contact with his face.

#parksborn #insomniac spider man #insomniac spiderman #harry osborn #peter parker #spiderman #spider-man #parksborn fic

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evilbonehag · 7 months

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My Sort of Polished Timeline for Norman Osborn’s Descent Into Madness, Mischief and other general Goblinness- All My Bullshit Beneath the Cut

GOBLIN: “WHO IS LIVING IN MY HOUSE?”

• “if you give them your everything, they will hate you for it” NORMAN OSBORN WHO GAVE EVERY PIECE OF HIMSELF- who tried to be everything, who tried to be a good son, a good husband, and in turn a good father but could not. Norman who gives too little too late- “please come sit with me, I know it’s late-“ “dad I have homework” Norman who tried and tried to love through distance (it was his father’s love) HOW ELSE CAN A FATHER LOVE (CAN A FATHER LOVE AT ALL?!)

• Repression. Try being severely mentally ill and a homosexual in the 70’s (HA! MONEY WON’T SAVE YOU!) You go out in drag in college and hope no one knows its Norman Fucking Osborn, son of that Connecticut Republican Senator who wants to increase military spending. You fuck your roommate in secret, you can’t tell him you love him because “Norman I never liked that Octavius boy, his parents are immigrants aren’t they-?” You’re just not that kind of guy. You’re experimenting, you’ll probably settle with a nice Catholic girl someday. You have a project to finish.

• Oscorp. You know nothing about money, about business- (You don’t need to honey, it’s Daddy’s dollar anyway!) You just want to show them- show them what visions of flight and fear filled your head as a child, scribbles on a notebook page brought to life in steel and chrome. The glider, the suit, the mask. (They’ll take your dreams if they can pay you for them- PEOPLE ARE DYING FOR IT NORMAN, THAT IS WHO PAYS FOR YOUR DREAMS OF FLIGHT)

Icarus falls.

• Octavius doesn’t believe in you anymore. Harry is three and you’re newly divorced. Dad won’t keep backing your company if you don’t have something to show for it. You work harder than you ever have in your life to get this shit to take off. (you don’t want this- Norman, NORMAN, you wanted to fly remember?)

• Harry is 16. Dad is long dead. Oscorp has become more than you ever hoped (more than you wanted). The military is applying pressure- you just want to succeed. You will get this to work if it kills y-

• CANON EVENT: GOBLIN SURFACES

• Spots in your memory. Harry seems fine. You don’t see him often. Who is that in the mirror?

• You have a wall of masks in your apartment. A very private joke- you always loved Halloween. Masks are important to you (You always loved to hide from the world, Norman) (FRIGHTENED CHILD) Someone is speaking to you again (a friend) Stromm? Emily? Otto? (No. Your oldest friend) You don’t see Harry anymore.

• When you were a child you saved all your money to buy the most terrifying Halloween mask you could find at the drugstore- green and evil looking, with yellow eyes. Your mother recalls that you wouldn’t take it off, “You scared me so badly, you cried and screamed if I tried to take it from you- I thought I’d get a call from the neighbors, you made it sound like I was hurting you, Norman” Kids in your class picked on you and you wanted to scare them for Halloween. Something about your mask made your feel safe. Your father took it and hid it from you after the holiday.

• You get kicked from Oscorp by your own fucking board of directors. Final nail in the coffin. (Give them everything and they will hate you anyway) WHERE IS HARRY?

• There’s a boy in a mask swinging around outside- saving New York, they say.

• You’re fine. Harry has a girlfriend now (She looks like her- she’ll hurt him she’ll hurt our boy) you like his friend Peter, his aunt is lovely. You almost all look like a family. (Harry is gone from you, you’re ruining everything, he knows you favor his friend, you FUCKED UP, your son is LEAVING) No. Wrong. Not gone-

• Spider-Man, hero of New York City We know exactly where Harry went.

(A FATHER’S LOVE IS A HARD LESSON LEARNED)

• Harry’s playing around- Harry’s run away, out past sundown- (then who’s the ghost of a boy walking around the apartment?) (NO, WHO IS THE BOY IN THE MASK WHO WILL NOT LISTEN?! A BOY WHO WEARS A MASK JUST LIKE HIS FATHER) He has to learn, we have to teach him what it means to GIVE AWAY EVERYTHING and for what? For a city, for a girl who will both break his heart?

• Break his heart and bring him home

We wear our masks to hide them from us and to hide us from them

• Harry is home. Harry is home and we did not see it. Who is Spider-Man?

• You find out you were wrong- maybe this friend, older than all the others is wrong- dangerous- We neglected our son- You neglected your son for a week chasing a delusional fantasy. Harry does not wear a mask like you do. (HARRY IS NOT A COWARD LIKE HIS FATHER) Harry cannot be Spider-Man. Harry lost his girl to Peter Parker and cried for his father alone, HIS FATHER WHO WAS NOT THERE

“I have to rectify certain inequities.”

• make it up to him now. Find Peter Parker.

FIND SPIDER-MAN

#spiderman #norman osborn #green goblin #sam raimi spider man #sm nwh

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alicent-apologist · 1 month

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Have you seen the new trailers for both sides? What do you think?

I have and I have many thoughts 😂

First I'm going to be a bit if a #hater and say that I hate the lack of Helaena in the green trailer. Why did we see more of her in the black trailer?? And why did we also see like nothing of her? In the books this is when she was most active! Also, I feel about the trailer the same way I feel about her speech and happy dance with Jace at the dinner - why is Helaena not part of the green team? Why does it feel like Alicent, Aegon, Aemond, Otto and Criston have their side but Helaena is just kind of there? She argued for fair treaty terms for Rhaenyra but she still argued for a treaty where Aegon is King and she is Queen. She is a member of the Green side, her children are in danger! Let her have some agency for the love of God!

On a aimilar note, is it Rhaenyra at the end of the black trailer saying 'I fear what I have begun'? I am not a Rhaenyra fan and this is exactly why! Your house words are 'Fire and Blood'! She is supposed to be selfish and entitled and what was the point of pretending to kill her own husband so 'they will fear what we will do', if you don't want to do anything??

Just please, let the women be complicated and move forward their own stories without constant backtracking and hemming and hawing.

And now to the positive!

Aegon as King?? Looking gleeful at fighting the war?? I love it, oh his character arc is going to be so awful to watch and TGC is going to Eat It Up and I am ready.

Love the little Aemond bits, 'I am ready for my uncle if he dares face me', God I can see his cockiness and single mindedness and how it's going to be his complete undoing.

Alicent! My sweet girl, the love of my life. Everytime I see Olivia's big brown eyes my brain kind of cooks itself a little so I have no notes so far but I will rewatch and probably have many things to say. Probably along the same vein as Helaena and Rhaenyra ...

Sunfyre! Sunfyre! Best boy Sunfyre!

Brackens! 😍😍🥰🥰

Gwayne Hightower!

We got to see some Baela and Rhaena! Would love to see more, give them some characterisation please.

Jace in Winterfell, I love it! I do hope we see some of his visit to Jeyne Arryn though, I would love to meet the woman who told Daemon to GTFO of her Kingdom.

Daemon was there, I guess

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon spoilers #hotd #hotd spoilers #Ask #Anon

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mononijikayu · 2 years

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i rewatched the first ep again and some thoughts i had through out which just blended with knowledge of the fire and blood book and stuff ig

1. there was no evidence before that daemon said anything similar that got to viserys about what happened to baelon. aemma had a lot of painful misfortune about her losses of children and not once has daemon been known to belittle his brother for losing his kids, especially now with his wife. though a joker in nature, there was no evidence that even before daemon had done this to viserys. which is why the news of it is a shock, which is why i do believe it was blemished by otto’s words rather than daemon’s actual words.

because being royalty, such situation if it had happened before, it would have been brought up and mentioned. viserys would have hated his brother even before now. but no incident before that had ever happened. maesters would have had reminded viserys, so would his council. and yet there was no precedence.

2. daemon could have made a joke, but it wasn't as huge as otto hightower has been saying it was. you should recall that daemon’s own mother, princess alyssa died of childbirth and soon their baby sibling also passed away. which was devastating to the entire family. their dad baelon never married and tried to preserve alyssa’s memory.

daemon may have been cruel, but he would not make so little of his nephew passing, when he watched it happen to his own mom and brother and even watched how his father grieved. and later on, daemon himself experiences loss, twice over. so, this is a bit out of character when he himself grieved with rhaenyra and his father in the episode, because he knows how it feels. he does not deny that he may have said something stupid, but he admits his grief and does not explain any futher when his brother clearly in grief was lost in it, even when he wanted to.

3. otto hightower has a lot of bias against daemon. from the offset, its obvious that there had been a lot of animosity there. the thought by otto is that daemon would become another maegor the cruel. but there is no proof of that. you have to remember that while there is ambition there, daemon stayed in line when his brother asked, obediently so.

and through out the first episode, we already see that daemon truly loves his brother enough to set himself into his brother’s command. he did not argue when his brother told him to calm down with his rule of the gold cloaks, he stepped in line when his brother told him to leave. otto hightower knew very well that the close bond of the siblings were very dangerous because that leaves no room for other powers.

daemon is the sword and viserys is the quill. a sword who fights the king’s enemies while he tries to settle peace at his own pace. this was a worry when aenys was king and maegor was his hand. if you look at the story of aenys and maegor - its a complete parallel. its obvious that the two siblings were more in tune with each other than people think. and people forget that.

rebellions broke out against aenys when he became king and maegor put that out for his brother and became his hand. he was a very capable person in his own way - exactly like daemon. it really wasn’t until he had a horrible injury that he turned into a tyrant (exactly like henry viii of england) and eventually became a tyrant. there is a lot more to this but maybe on a later note.

what is important is that this type of behaviour, this hasn’t happened to daemon. he has kept his cool and has continued to follow his brother, even when he himself is a rogue. because daemon as a character from the very beginning was close to his brother.

while aenys is like viserys who tries to preserve the crown with diplomacy, maegor is like daemon wherein he uses violence. and otto hightower does not want that. he does not want the siblings to get along. targaryens are more powerful when they are together.

this is why otto forces people to think that all daemon knows is violence and is incapable of being something other than that, which is why he brings up the king having to remarry as soon as possible to agitate him, why he slanders daemon for being possible heir and then why he tries to pinpoint a wrong onto daemon, even though we never really see the accusations or those who accuse daemon. otto specifically points out three people and he does not name them. which is a clear indicator of what goes on here.

the story is about the house of dragons and every house fall apart when foundations are removed. the foundation of house targaryen was from the very start was TRUST. the targaryens never benefited from the lack of trust. only crows benefit from that and there is so much of them who are ready to feast on the mistakes done to them by those who betrayed their trust.

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i think a very interesting aspect of aemond's character is how much is built around him, in a sense, being raised with the understanding that he's "for" aegon. like, in stormbreak when he thinks about how he knows exactly what aegon needs from him, how to cover his defects, and how he sees it as being a given that he will always provide those things. like it goes well beyond normal familial love and it's been so baked into him that it doesn't even occur to him to resent it

(very interesting that part of what freaks him out about rhaenyra is that he can't do or be that for her as things stand, but that's a whole OTHER issue)

and i mean, generally, aemond's definitely a massive people pleaser, even if it would shock most to hear it, and so much of him goes into being whatever any given member of his family needs him to be in a particular moment, right? it's why he seems to be literally everyone's favourite. aegon even directly points it out in that first kl scene where he talks about aemond speaking and otto's words coming out, and i do have to wonder about it. it's quite a lot to have someone's entire identity built around yours, especially when you feel so unworthy of it, and i wonder if any part of him resents it. resents alicent and otto for doing this to him, resents aemond for letting them, all the while feeling so guilty for being relieved that at the very least it has turned aemond into the one person he feels can truly understand him. god FASCINATING stuff

i NEED to watch daemon and rhaenyra slowly unpick at this tabgled mess of many fucking profound psychological issues. like if they didn't hate otto, or even alicent, before..

GOD yes i have so many thoughts about aemond and aegon, always. i think such a big part of aemond and aegon as siblings is the curse of being each other's mirror; of aegon seeing everything he is not and everything he could have been every time he look at his brother. there's a lot of potential for things like envy, and resentment, and anger. but being siblings also means aegon has this unique, unparalleled understanding of what about his childhood caused aemond to be this way-- because he lived it, too.

so aegon looks at aemond, bad parts and good, and knows: if things had been a little different. just a little. that could have been me. and he knows that if they had been born in a different order, each would have fallen into the other's roles in a heartbeat.

so i think for all that aegon envies aemond terribly for his talent, disposition, and status as the "perfect son," when he looks at him all he REALLY sees is tragedy. his anger is never truly directed at aemond; only his irritation, because he recognizes aemond is no less trapped than he himself feels. and he understands the heavy price that aemond pays for his family's favoritism. his anger instead gets directed at the adults, like alicent, since he's been pretty resentful of her throughout this fic (which makes his desperation for her love and approval all the more tragic; just because you know someone fucked up doesn't mean you can simply stop yourself from loving them).

this is part of why i said in a comment that i think aegon and aemond understand each other the best out of the greens, and why they can be honest around each other in a way they can't around anyone else. aegon is the one person who is capable of understanding just what aemond has sacrificed, every day of his life.

if you reframe the narrative of this fic around aemond and aegon's relationship, i think it'll become clear just how much this is a story about brothers, even over the romance aspect (though this might only make more sense once we get into the actual crux of the power struggle haha). house targaryen broke apart because rhaenyra and alicent's friendship did not survive alicent's paranoia; their relationship was not strong enough to do so. but it will mend again because aemond and aegon's brotherhood is.

there's a whole other post to be made about the parallels between rhaenyra and alicent vs. aegon and aemond, but i'll save that for another time!

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The Christmas Sugar Cookie War.

(Aegon Targaryen x reader)

Prologue: It’s the most wonderful time of the year… When you are not at war.

author’s note: hiiiii. The epilogue of the Christmas fic it’s finally here! A few disclaimers before we start:

1. This is a modern au, so things are a little different if compared to the show. Also this Aegon it’s completely headcanon, and not the same as the show. So take that into consideration before starting your read.

2. English is not my first language, and this is the first time I’ve actually written something in English (aside from homework assignments)

3. This is also my first time posting on tumblr, so I’m still getting the hang of it.

(Y/N) hated the Targaryens.

Actually… It is a well-known fact that everyone hates the Targaryen family. The thing is, most people hated them because of their money, their social status, how their empire allowed them to control the city of King’s Landing and their influence reached the entirety of Westeros, granting them impunity. It is an unspoken rule. They are in charge, and no one will ever change that.

(Y/N) however, hated them for totally different reasons. Every year, on Christmas Eve, the city of King’s Landing hosted a Christmas sugar cookie competition, allowing the families in Westeros to bake their original recipes and compete for the mighty trophy. Her own family had dozens of them displayed all throughout the house, and they were very proud of their winning recipe. But their luck changed twenty-one years ago, when the all-powerful Viserys Targaryen married Alicent Hightower. With the merging of the two families’ recipes, they haven’t lost one single competition, leading (Y/N)’s family to second place every year. (Y/N) herself, being a young girl of only twenty years of age, has been deprived of seeing her family in their rightful place.

Sometimes she wondered if the reason behind the marriage between families wasn’t simply to make sure they would win the competition. It was a silly thought, she knew, but Alicent and Viserys weren’t necessarily affectioned with each other and considering how the Targaryens took the competition seriously and how Otto was a man considered ambitious beyond limits, she wouldn’t put past them.

Anyways, the lack of glory, succeeded by the felling of shame and humiliation had started to get to her. Anger sipping through her bones. She was tired of seeing their shit-eating grins after they were announced winners once more. She couldn’t let them win this year. That’s why she needed to prepare for war. She was ready to draw blood.

And that’s exactly what she was telling her best friend, Myra Arryn, while sitting at their favorite café, clutching the cup of coffee so tight, her knuckles turned white.

She heard a breathy laugh:

-That’s what you say every year. – Her friend said. -You always tell yourself you are going to do something about those Targaryen bastards, and every year you do nothing. You just show up and hope for the best.

-I don’t do nothing! – (Y/N) placed one hand at her chest, offended by her friend’s suggestions. – Me and my family work hard for months improving our recipe. We sharp our skills and deliver amazing cookies!

-If you really want to win this, you need to start sharpening knives. – her friend whispered under her breath, acting like this was just some casual advice.

-What do you mean? – (Y/N) said, confused.

-You can’t seriously expect to win this fair and square?! – Myra looked outraged. – Honestly… That’s such a naive thought! You need to start playing dirty. Even if, by some Christmas miracle, you end up baking cookies that are better than the Targaryen ones, who guarantees those cunts won’t bribe the judge?

- They wouldn’t. – (Y/N) eyes big as saucers, shocked at the thought.

- C’mon. You give those fuckers more credit than they deserve. – The Arryn girl said, playing with the straw of her milkshake. – If you really mean war, then you need to start considering all your options. Really mess with them. You know what they say… All is fair in war.

- I thought you Arryn’s were all about honor…

(Y/N) heard her friend scoff at that.

-Don’t bring my father’s weird philosophy into this. That man doesn’t know how to live. – Suddenly her friend’s posture changed. Her spine so straight, it looked like it was about to snap. Her eyes livid, shining with opportunity. – So… Are you really going to do this?!

- Do what? – The girl’s voice sounding squeakier that she would have liked.

- Mess with them? Destroy your competition from the inside out! Give them a taste of their own poison.

It sounded like a bad idea. Listening to Myra always ended up in chaos. (Y/N) should know better by now. She should do what was right and honorable and…

She then remembered Daemon’s comments from last year, mocking her family and suggesting that trying again would be useless. How she heard the conveniently loud whispers coming out of Aemond Targaryen’s mouth, saying that showing up just to fail was simply humiliation.

How her grandmother looked so disappointed. And how her ten-year-old sister, participating for the first time, cried her heart out after the disdain displayed by her “rivals”.

Fuck being nice.

-What do you suggest?

Myra granted her a Cheshire cat smile.

-Choose a weak link and destabilize them. The competition is a group activity. If they’re not in sync, then BOOM, they’re gone.

-Easier said than done. Those guys are good.

Arryn seamed to stop for a moment.

-Go for the obvious one! You know… - She insinuated making a few gestures.

-Viserys doesn’t participate anymore, due to his age and condition. – (Y/N) said and watched as her friend opened her mouth once more. – Don’t even waste your time suggesting the big three. Alicent, Rhaenyra and Daemon might not see eye to eye, but if one thing brings them together it’s the satisfaction of winning. They are a well-put-together front.

Her friend quickly closed her mouth.

A few more seconds passed by, and Myra grabbed her phone opening Instagram.

-What about the Velaryon boys? I heard they are chaos walking. – She quickly showed a picture of Jace, Luke and Joffrey playing baseball in what looked like a backyard.

- Next to Christmas they always travel to visit one of their grandparents. Either that be in Harrenhal or Driftmark. – both girls exchanged glances at the complicated marriages of Rhaenyra. – They don’t actually partake.

- Well… That lives us with fewer options. Aemond is a rock. The guy’s a mystery. No social media profiles and a total of zero close friends. Even if we tried to destabilize the stone-cold bitch, it would be like taking a shot in the dark. – Myra took a dramatic long breath. – We could try Helena.

- It would be hard to get close to her… We don’t share common interests. Besides, she normally just helps with decorations and setting the plates. We would depend on a shit ton of luck. You said yourself. Shooting in the dark will only get us so far.

Starting to lose hope, (Y/N) sunk herself on the cushioned chair. She would probably lose again.

-Wait. – Myra once more sported shinning eyes. – What about him?!

Suddenly (Y/N) found herself staring at Aegon Targaryen’s profile. It was filled with blurry pictures of what looked like frat parties. In the ones she could actually see clearly, the boy sported messy hair, lots of marks on the neck and looked extremely fucked up. His habits weren’t a secret, of course. She went to high school with him. Never once she talked with the boy. Him, also being a year older helped, since they didn’t share any classes. But the number of times he showed up drunk or high to school was no joke. If he had any other last name, he would have been expelled without second chances. But Viserys always cleaned his messes with a good donation.

-This plan is a lost cause. – (Y/N) returned the phone to her friend. -I’ve seen him show up with what looked like the worst hungover and still, they delivered the perfect sugar cookies.

-No! – her friend practically screamed. – He is perfect! Look at this. The fuckboy born in the golden crib. The rich guy that never once took responsibility and now lives the frat style life. This type is so easy to break. Believe me when I tell you. They are touch-starved messes. You can make them fold fast; I have experience with the specimen.

Silence.

-I don’t fully understand what you are suggesting, Myra.

- Well, I’m obviously suggesting you make this guy fall in love with you and then break his heart right before the competition!

(Y/N) started laughing. An incredulous laugh. So high it sounded almost maniac.

It died down when she realized her friend wasn’t laughing with her.

-You can’t be serious?! – Again, her friends face was stoic. – For the Seven’s sake Myra. This is the most absurd thing you have ever said! Aegon?! The frat guy that doesn’t settle down is going to magically fall in love with me?! Guys like him don’t do love. They do one-night stands. Let’s call off the plan.

-Hear me out. This is the perfect opportunity! He will fall in love with you. And guys like him? Once their heart breaks? They don’t bounce back.

-This is the craziest theory I’ve ever heard. – (Y/N) motions to live her seat.

-Have you ever watched a Christmas movie, (Y/N)? Christmas time makes people prone to falling in love. They simply take in the setting and decide they want their lives changed. Every cliché Christmas movie that stars with a bad boy ends up with him changed into a nice guy.

-You are basically building this plan on your Hallmark movie knowledge? Maybe you should tone your pop culture faith down a bit. – (Y/N) says, still not convinced.

-Look. Guys like him?! They are lucky enough if they were hold twice when they were babies. They are touch-starved! They go for easy and fast satisfaction in the form of one-night stands, but they always crave more. All we must do it’s strip him away of the frat house mentality. With your sweet charms and nice words, it won’t be hard. Guys like him fall for girls like you. Besides, as I said, the Christmas environment will be of your advantage. You will have the perfect excuses to lead him into romantic settings without making your intentions obvious.

Myra saw that for the first time since suggesting the plan (Y/N) seemed conflicted.

-With help, this will be like a walk in the park. And I’m not saying your goal is to make him your lifelong sweetheart. You won’t have to fake it for that long. By Christmas Eve you will be done, and his heart will be broken. He will be so helpless, there’s no way he won’t fuck up the recipe.

-How are we going to get help? – (Y/N) asked, her friends enthusiasm getting to her.

-Please… We are not the only two people in King’s Landing that would love to see the Targaryens suffering. Bolton will be up, and with his stalking skills we won’t have problems. And for someone on the inside… I heard Val, the youngest Lannister, is looking for payback.

(Y/N) breathed deeply.

-It seems like we are all set then. – She tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Myra suddenly energetic, standing up and making a toast motion, with her now watery milkshake.

-To Christmas War! Let’s destroy those fuckers!

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The Spare Chapter 2

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Bold in Valaryian

Chapter Two

The Beginning

“Are you sure you are well?” You asked Daemon as you knelt in front of him. The Prince was shirtless and his wounds were beginning to heal. “Of course.” The Prince whispered down to you. “Take more than this to finish me off.” Daemon hummed as you gently moved the wet cloth over him. “Of course.” You teased him and he only raised an eyebrow as you slowly began to rise. Your hands are still cleaning him. Those violet eyes of his never moved from you. “I’m sorry about your mother.” His words had your heart breaking once more, just as it had done when you heard she had died.

“Me too.” You whispered, ducking your head as you just focused on the task at hand and tried to keep your mind busy. Daemon always helped with that; it was as if he knew exactly what to say to you. “Why are you not with your brother and sister?” The Prince asked you with those soft eyes of his. “Why are you not there?” You answered his question with your own. A move in chess as Daemon leaned back into his chair. “Hmm, good question.” The Prince finally replied as you finished nursing him. “We don’t really fit in, do we?” Daemon hummed, mostly to himself as he moved to stand.

You ducked your head at those words. You hated how truthful they were but you had learned long ago to accept it. Maybe Daemon should too. You kept those thoughts to yourself. “At least we have each other.” The dragon hummed, gently cupping your face as he leaned closer. “Don’t we?” “Yes…” You whispered out; your eyes locked on his as your heart only continued to pound into your ear. “Just us.” Daemon continued as his thumb softly stroked your cheek. Your heart still raced. You nodded at his words and watched him lean in. An act you began to follow as the tension of years moved over you both.

Your lips were so close and were about to meet if not for the knock on the door behind you both. Your eyes widened at the thought of being caught before you slowly leaned away. The Prince was better at hiding his reaction as he stepped away just as Otto Hightower entered the room. “Your brother would like to see you.” He announced it to Daemon. The Prince only stared at the hand as a beat of silence moved through the room. “Of course.” Daemon muttered. You ducked your head down as your uncle moved past you. At that moment, you didn’t realise it was the last time you would see him for a while now.

The months that followed were lonely and stressful as things began to change around you; moving parts revolving around you. The new marriage of your father didn’t affect you as much as Rhaenyra; you could see it coming a mile off with that sneaky snake of a hand your father had.

You tried to comfort your sister but the emotions you felt about Daemon’s departure overweight anything you could do for her. The thing about being ignored and in the background; you could hear everything. It seems your uncle was making noise; his dramatic self wanting attention as ever.

You watched silently as your sister spoke in the council; more out of desire to be heard than to help Daemon. As ever, you stayed silent when Rhaenyra was pushed back and kept yourself from rolling your eyes. “Where are you going?” You finally asked when it was just the two of you strolling through the corridors. “To Dragonstone. I have to get the egg back.” Rhaenyra whispered; taking the loss of their brother to heart. Your ears perked up at that as you continued to walk beside her. “I’ll come with you.” The words shocked your sister as she looked over her shoulder at you. The walk you were both on was never interrupted.

“You will?” Rhaenyra asked; her tone soft and you wondered if your twin thought it was because of her you were going. You allowed her to believe that and only nodded your head. Your heart skips a beat at the idea of seeing Daemon again. The walk became silent again as you both moved towards your dragons.

You nearly rolled your eyes at the dramatic scene both you and Rhaenyra came upon. Men were stupid, you thought to yourself. You knew the hand had ideas of his own; you had seen his little daughter fluttering about your father like a bird. Your hand moved over Hyndriss; her bright colour vibrant in the mist of Dragonstone. You patted her side once more as her head moved towards you. She nudged against your shoulder whilst your sister already made her move towards Daemon. You knew you should stay behind, like you always did. You followed as the group parted and bowed their heads to you whilst Hyndriss roared when one got too close.

Daemon’s chuckle sounded out as you placed yourself just behind Rhaenyra; your eyes locked on him. “Princess.” He purred in Valyrian whilst your eyes moved to the egg he held in his hand. “You are being petty, uncle.” Rhaenyra snapped and his eyes never moved from you as she continued to speak. “Am I?” The Prince turned to your sister for the first time and you took the moment to step forward. Your eyes found Caraxes and you gave a small wave to which the dragon huffed back. You tried to hide the giggles threatening to escape you before realising you had missed some of the conversation.

“You have a wife.” Rhaenyra commented and you hated the sting of jealousy that once again moved through you. “Not of my choosing.” The violet eyes of his locked onto your own as he spoke. Your sister turned to look at you whilst you tried to keep any reaction to yourself. Daemon couldn’t wait to take you apart and see what pretty noises you would make, but he kept those thoughts to himself.

Rhaenyra only clicked her tongue after a moment before she moved on to collecting the egg. You noticed Daemon’s boredom moving over his face and your eyes narrowed; you wondered what he was truly doing. “I’ll only give you the egg in exchange for something else.” The Prince finally spoke.

“For what?” It was the first time you had spoken; unusually engaging as your curiosity got the better of you. You wondered what he wanted and a part of you hated that he wanted something. A beat of silence moved over the trio as you and Rhaenyra stared at Daemon until he spoke words that would change everything. “I want you.” You ignored the gasp from Rhaenyra and the movement of soldiers behind you. “You can’t have me.” You whispered out, nearly ducking your head as you tried to pretend that you just wanted to stay with him. “No?” Daemon stepped closer, his voice in Valyrian once again.

“It’s the only deal on the table.” Daemon hummed; raising his eyebrow in a silent challenge. Your mind flashed to the night so many days ago now and your body couldn’t help but shiver. “Sister..” Rhaenyra began as you turned to look at her. “Tell father I love him…I’ll see him again one day.” You whispered into her ear as your arms wrapped her into a hug.

“You can’t..” She began to babble in your ear as you gently stepped from her; stepping back towards Daemon who moved to be behind you. You nearly shivered at the closeness as the Prince reached around you to pass the egg back. “Such a good girl.” He purred into your ear and caused your heart to nearly malfunction.

After your sister had left, Daemon had taken your hand in his as a way of keeping you from leaving before moving into Dragonstone. He had to leave for business but not before he silently left you in his bedchambers. Which were now yours too, he had said before leaving you with a guard outside. You had taken off your riding gear as the night moved on. The dark clouds surrounded you with the sounds of dragons flying. It nearly felt like home, you thought to yourself as a silk, see through dress had been left for you to place on. And you did without thought. It was only when the moments passed by did you realise how tired you were and found comfort in the bed that held Daemon's scent.

It was the sight the Prince walked into as he silently closed the door behind him. Those violet eyes of his never moving from yours. His hands moved to the small clothes he had on and began to undress. God, he’d never known anyone so beautiful, he thought to himself and allowed this moment of peace. He knew his brother would come, well, maybe not Daemon thought to himself. It wasn’t as if Viserys gave you enough attention. Daemon would still pass over an invitation to their wedding, he thought to himself whilst moving under the covers. His heart raced at being so close to you as you nearly instantly moved to him in your sleep.

His hand moved to your arse and brought you impossibly closer. The sheer material hardly covered you as your soft breasts moved against his now bare chest. “Y/N…” Daemon softly whispered into your ear, easily bringing you from the dreams that had wrapped themselves around you. “Daemon…” You hummed in slight confusion as your eyes prettily fluttered open. It took you a moment longer to realise the positions and moved to lean away. Daemon was having none of it as he moved to hover over you. Your eyes were so wide as they stared up at him and your hand moved to his chest.

“We shouldn’t’...” You whispered out as his fingers so gently moved through your locks. Your soft breathing had your breasts moving up and down, causing his attention to drift. “Why not?” Daemon hummed, burrowing into your neck whilst his hands moved down your sides before moving under the dress. Soft shivers ran down your spine as goosebumps spread across your skin. You had nothing to say against his words as the Prince finally leaned in and passionately took your lips. It was an act you both had wanted for so long, even if you tried to hide it. “Daemon..” You whimpered out as your legs fell apart.

“I’ll marry you soon.” Daemon whispered his promises whilst those slender fingers of his moved to your already soaked pussy. It made him smirk as he realised how much you wanted this too. “You are already married.” You babbled out; a sharp gasp escaping you when his fingers moved through your folds; teasingly rubbing your clit. “That means nothing to me.” He whispered; two of his fingers slipping inside you now. Your eyes widened at the thickness. “Please..” You breathlessly began to whine; hardly knowing what you were begging for but as ever, Daemon knew. He knew you too well and began to play you expertly.

“There you go.” He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he leaned in. He took your lips once more and you practically melted against him. His hard cock moved over your lips as he watched your every, perfect reaction. His free hand moved to cup your breast as he finally pushed in.

“Daemon..” You cried out, your eyes so wise as your tight, soaked walls tightened around him. Welcoming him in. “Fuck.” Daemon couldn’t control himself as your eyes rolled at the pleasure moving through you now. You felt so good, he thought as he bottomed out. So much better than anyone else.

His movements picked up speed now as he began to feel his stomach tightening already. He watched as you were slowly falling apart underneath him. Soft moans echoed around the room now as his hand returned back to your soaked pussy. “Mine.” He purred as your legs began to shake. The dance of dragons it was now and a new dawn was about to break.

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