#daemon answers

[therogueflame]

I have a silly request for whoever targaryen you feel like writing! it can even be a small drabble, of targ trying to ignore their feelings for servant reader and one day they go to pass message to them while they're on the dragonpit and their dragon is very aware of their feelings and kinda just wants affection from reader and are very instent on it? sorry for bad english or bad explanation!

hi anon i am fighting my sleep meds writing this so pls excuse me and my silliness

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Summary: You climbed into the dragonmont by yourself. What greets you surprises everyone.

Warnings: None, pure fluff really.

Jacaerys Velaryon x Servant!Reader

You should not be here. The heat clings to your skin, rising from the black stone in shimmering waves, the wind carrying the sharp scent of ash and something older, deeper. The Dragonmont is no place for servants, and certainly not when a dragon is being readied for flight. But the message in your hand is marked urgent, and you were told to deliver it to Prince Jacaerys directly, and to no one else.

You spot him ahead, standing just beyond the mouth of the cavern with his gloves tucked beneath one arm and a strap of Vermax’s saddle in his hand. His curls are windswept and damp from the climb, his expression focused until he hears your steps. He turns quickly, brow furrowing.

“My prince,” you say, keeping your tone steady despite the steep path behind you. “Forgive the interruption. The maester said it could not wait.”

He looks surprised to see you, not displeased, only puzzled. “You climbed all this way alone?”

“I was told to place it in your hands.” You step forward and offer the folded parchment.

Before he can take it, Vermax lifts his head. The dragon rises slowly, eyes locked on you. For a moment, he only watches. Then he begins to move.

You stay where you are, though every part of you tells you to step back. The dragon’s breath fogs in the air between you. He approaches with purpose and a kind of confidence that leaves no room for questioning. Jacaerys does not speak. He watches as Vermax reaches you, presses his snout against your shoulder, then nudges again, more firmly this time.

Your hand lifts without thinking. Fingertips brush warm scale. Vermax exhales, heavy and content.

Behind him, the prince’s voice is quiet. “I have never seen him do that.”

You do not move your hand. “He seems friendly.”

“He usually is not.”

The dragon leans into your touch again, a low, pleased sound rumbling deep in his chest.

“I came only to deliver a message,” you say, voice low now, careful not to disturb whatever this is.

“And you’ve been adopted,” Jacaerys replies, stepping forward at last. He takes the parchment from your hand, though his gaze remains on the dragon, who now shifts behind you, curling until the heat of his body rests just near your side. “He doesn’t act like this with others.”

“Not even with you, my prince?”

“On good days.” His lips twitch slightly, not quite a smile, but close. “And never like this.”

You glance down as Vermax’s tail coils lazily across the stone, brushing just past your boot. “He must be in a rare mood.”

“Perhaps,” is all the prince says.

You scratch gently beneath Vermax’s jaw and feel the dragon press into it, fully content. The parchment remains unopened in the prince’s hand. The wind shifts again, carrying the smell of salt and smoke from the cliffs below.

“He likes you,” Jacaerys says after a moment, almost to himself.

“I noticed.”

“He will be impossible after this.”

“I am flattered.”

“You should be,” he says, glancing at you sidelong. “He only likes me most of the time.”

You do not answer that. You look at the dragon instead, then at the sky. The saddle is ready. The air is still. But Jacaerys does not move to mount, and Vermax does not make space for you to go.

The prince glances down at the letter in his hand, then folds it once more without opening it.

“Who can know the heart of a dragon,” he says, more gently this time.

You keep your hand resting against Vermax’s warm, living skin. You do not speak. Neither does he.

The message has been delivered. The prince remains on the ground. And the dragon, pleased with himself, settles in for a stay.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

In the world of Viserys’ SicklyBrother! Who do you believe he ends up with in a most realistic scenario? Rhaenyra by her pleas and begs? Or forever cursed to be single despite everyone wanting his bbc?

Realistically, I could see Rhaenyra very easily getting her way and having Viserys announce her and Sickly!Brother!Reader’s upcoming wedding. But I could also see Alicent full on killing Viserys off the second any talk of Rhaenyra marrying the Reader was mentioned. Any remorse or shame Alicent could feel would be immediately thrown out with the thought that she will be able to finally and freely marry Sickly!Brother!Reader now. I can just see the announcement of Alicent and the Reader’s wedding taking place right after Viserys’ funeral. And you know Alicent would sell it to Sickly!Brother!Reader as it being what Viserys would have wanted.

Then again, I could also see Laena coming in clutch and stealing the Reader away before anyone could find out. There’s just massive panic in King’s Landing that Sickly!Brother!Reader is missing, meanwhile he’s safe in Driftmark with Laena, Vhagar and his dragon (can’t forget about the precious overprotective gargoyle baby) watching the waves roll by on the beach.

Another good but maybe not so realistic scenario is that Daemon steals Sickly!Brother!Reader away in the dead of night (probably after Viserys’ death knowing his elder brother will hunt them down to bring home the Reader) and the two live their lives out as bachelors in the free cities. At least that’s what Daemon’s dream would be.

[daemon-in-my-head]

At last, here it is. A while ago, I had the pleasure of commissioning the wonderful @lokorum to portray my beloved idiots in all of their tragic glory.

So without further ado, after months, here's the first chapter of my durgetash-centred, possibly very long, post-canon Genfic (cuz even if he's not featured in the picture, he's very much the one behind it, and yes, I said genfic but they do fuck, there's just also other themes that are more important than whatever it is those guys got going on).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63147115

Rated M; further elaboration, summary etc behind the cut.

As per usual, please mind the tags. This is rated mature and may turn explicit depending on—let's be so fr—nothing but my mood. It IS a tragedy. I know how it ends. Trust me when I stress the tragedy part. I'm writing this story through tears at times. There's fluff, there is hurt comfort, there is true old man yaoi but there is just as much 'doves that aren't simply dead but rotten' and pain.

So to everyone who's not scared shitless yet (which is very valid), here's a summary:

The year is around 1530 DR. The once-revered and reformed Bhaalspawn returns to the city he had both saved and nearly doomed, emerging from his exile in the Underdark. Though he claims to seek only rest, the city's de facto ruler, Archduke Gortash, sees through the monster’s carefully crafted facade. Perhaps if the elf had never saved the Banite all those years ago—when he was little more than a blurred and distant memory—his own fate might have unfolded differently, perhaps even more mercifully. But regrets have long since lost their weight. The past is immutable, and all that remains—all that truly matters to him now—is the purpose that once again draws him into this treacherous den.

And on a personal note; I'm still squealing and shoving this artwork into the face of everyone I meet irl. I absolutely adore it. I'm not sure I'll be stopping with that soon. You will see reblogs.

Again. Tragedy. I mean it. There's fluffy moments, but I will absolutely exploit them to enhance the pain. I'm dead serious about Bhaal being able to learn from me. I caused his kid more agony than he could ever dream of delivering. And I haven't even shared the worst parts yet.

Edit: I also mean the psychological warfare tag. It's my guilty pleasure. And whatever over one year of obsession amounts to.

[cassielsunstone]

Precious Little Brother

[godofstory]

just when Aemond realized he has a type,Luce got tired of his shit and ran away to oldtown to his bestie😭🙊

[yandereunsolved]

Ohhhhhh this is a long one

Remember when laenor faked his death by killing a guard and putting him in the fire place? Imagine if said guard had a sister or daughter?

She would bring the attention of the targaryens to herself because thanks to her flighting skills and Intelligence (and beauty 😌) and becomes close with both sides secretly for the purpose of killing their house with their own power

I think she would be really yan for daemon and rhaenyra, giving its their fault and she would really focus on their demise and give her entire life and its purpose to learn everything about them so she can kill them

Meanwhile them: omg she love meeeee ��😊

Also if corlys betrays the blacks like he did in the books i imagine that he finds out about reader and she would reveal things about laenors childhood that nobody would know besides the valeryon family

"He really liked the beach and all that came with it, i know that, he told me that when i fucking killed him."

Knowing perfectly well corlys couldnt say anything because no one would trust him, besides what was he doing in the greens territory? Who would believe him?

Ehsjheudb sorry, i know you are with your requests closed but i wanted to share this idea because 😂😂 this is not a request whatsoever.

Yeah! Interacting is fine. I love it! >.<

I love that sm.

I don't know if I have much to add—?

Have a lil lil lil thing.

—

Reader wakes up tied to a bed.

Reader: "Um—" looks at yandere Daemon and Rhaenyra. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

Yandere Rhaenyra: "We both know you are madly in love with us. There is no need to hide it.

Yandere Daemon: "Just accept us as we accept you. You are our new spouse."

Reader: laughs. "Oh, yeah. I love you both so much that I want to kill you." heavy sarcasm.

Yandere Daemon & Nyra: ignores the sarcasm. 😍🥰😘

—

Everyone, it's alright! They are just in their delulu phases.

[thequeenwechoose]

[endless-ineffabilities]

Something has taken over my brain. After reading do me no good and seeing Matt at all these holiday parties…. I keep thinking about bumping into him at one of those parties and having some ✨fun✨ with him in a coat closet.

Thank you for all the fun fantasies. ☺️

-🦁

rendezvous with Mr. Smith (18+) 🍸

He was the life of the party, but you couldn't say you were surprised. You've heard tell of Matt Smith in the circles you both run in, and he was notorious for being a charmer. A smooth talker. Your regular casanova.

He once famously referred to his mug as resembling the bottom of a boot, in one of the interviews you indulged in thanks to your curiosity, but that particular bottom of that particular boot must possess a strange appeal that you wouldn't mind stepping on. In a nice way. In a heated, clothes discarded, hair rumpled kind of way. You could step on him, and drag your foot along his navel down to the tent pitched in that designer denim.

You thought it was just going to stay a fantasy, until he set his sights right on you, his gaze drawing down to your lips as you took a generous sip of your dirty martini. When you finished, he offered to make you another.

"Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Smith?"

"Mr. Smith is my dad." He gave you a subtle wink that could have dropped your panties to the floor. "Call me Matt."

"Okay. Matt." You tried to throw the wink back at him, hoping you didn't look like you were suffering from a nervous twitch.

When he licked his lips and smiled at the gesture, your nerves calmed somewhat. How did one flirt with a master of cheeky banter? He's had leggy models and decorated actresses grace his bed — how could you compare? You decided to step up your game. Matching every compliment he threw your way with one even more suggestive.

"You've got this presence," he whispered in your ear, "sweet but with an edge. It's the kind of thing that sticks with you, you know?"

"I wonder how else I could stick with you."

He didn't say anything for a moment, and you began to cringe inwardly, thinking you'd taken it a step too far. Was that line sexy or was it just awkward? Thankfully, Matt thought the former, because you found yourself being steered into one of the guest rooms, away from the din of the gathering.

His lips were on you before you could stupidly ask what the hell he was doing. Why would you, when it was glaringly clear? It became even more apparent when he braced you with your palms against a desk, his bulge fighting for attention as he rubbed it against your ass. His mouth wetly glided on the back your neck, and he whispered, "I want you, love. Do you want this?" He drove his hips forward, stealing the answer from your lips. You let out a soft moan instead, but he insisted, "Tell me you want to fuck me as much I want to fuck you."

"I do, Matt," as you spoke, he slowly undressed you, reaching around your hips to unbutton your jeans, pulling it down with a burgeoning impatience. "I want you to fuck me," you confessed, and he growled lowly in his chest, your panties meeting the floor as well.

You heard the rattling of his belt, anticipation taking root in your belly and spreading like wildfire. You'd gotten so wet that you would have felt that warm release if you rubbed your thighs together. Matt makes you gasp when he uses his hard cock to collect the substances leaking from your core, coating himself in it.

"Oh fuck," you heaved, taking a deep breath, but nothing could have prepared you for the sharp sensation when he finally entered you in one slow and torturous thrust, every raw inch of him filling you in a foreign yet welcome way.

"Yeah," he said from behind you, "that's good. That's my girl." As if remembering his manners, he added, "Is this okay, beautiful? Are you alright?"

"More than," you gave a satisfied sigh, craning your neck to see him. He leaned forward and captured your lips in a gentler but somehow more searing kiss. He took his time, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips, all while his cock was lodged deep in your cunt. Your walls tightened in your lust, contracting around his length, causing his head to fall on your shoulder. You wiggled your ass back as a signal for him to move. And he does.

Deep and measured at first, breathily moaning in your ear. Before he leaned back, hands digging right into the flesh of your hips, and he pistons his cock inside you with a brutal pace, drawing obscene noises out of you that would have gotten you both into trouble if the speakers weren't blaring loud in the main room.

There was nothing poetic about the words that came from your mouths, clichéd sex talk like, "You take me so well," and "You're so fucking big," but you wanted to sear them to your memory. In the middle of being pounded like a whore, you were already thinking of how you were going to try your best to preserve this memory for another night's self-pleasure.

Little did you know that it wouldn't be the only night you'd get with Matt. There would be dozens of encounters in his own bedroom and in yours. On set, in his trailer. In the back of a limo when he took you as his date to a premiere. In a hidden alley during your anniversary trip to Portugal.

And, in your marital bed.

[ashblooddragons]

The fact you ship Daemon with Laena and Alicent is so stupid! Daemyra is the Canon couple! Stop acting like he would ever care about those two! Especially when Alicent is a lier and Laena is a disgusting man stealing whore!

Well hello to you too Anon. What a lovely day were having, no one is feeling negative at all. Right? Well sorry seems you are for some reason.

Firstly if you ship Daemyra good for you, I hope you are having fun in this Fandom and enjoy the fanart, fanfiction, and whatever else for that ship. But not sure why your so peeved I don't ship it?

Also Daemon and Laena are a Canon couple, they quite literally were married for ten years. Also its implied in book that she was his true love and she was the only one he didn't cheat on. Though they did have theeesomes with Rhaenyra but that doesn't count as cheating as Laena AND Daemon were fine with it.

Also I ship Alicent and Daemon just because it clicked for me. I always felt like if they got together the whole Dance would've been very different. Whether for the good or the bad.

Now you've sent at least four of these asks, and I've ignored and deleted them because I was so sick I couldn't be bothered. But if you send another I will block you. This is a safe space for anyone who wants to join and have fun while reading. I nor anyone else needs you being a cruel and closed minded jerk.

Much love!

[3d-wifey]

just read your dec wip list and yandere poly stu and billy? yandere daemon??? The Sandman x reader x corinthian?? Manipulative proffessor Erwin Smith???? yandere president loki and iron man variant reader????? will and hannibal x killer reader??? spike x vampire reader????? SANGWOO X HORRIBLE READER????? to name a few from the list

youre like a God, like I'm so excited to read these 😫😫 can you like explain them some more, i want a little appetizer

the hannibal x reader x will centers around a reader that's just started to amass fame from her first published piece, a series of short stories about a serial killer. Each story is told from the perspective of the killer's victims, your victims.

The stories are so realistic, so detailed. Your ability to dive into the minds of both the killer and victim draws both awe and concern. Everyone knows the future of an artist who can't shake off the ghosts of their characters.

So, on the behest of your agent, you start seeing one Dr. Hannibal Lector—an apparent fan of your work. Though he isn't the only man who wants to get a glimpse of your methodology. Detective Will Graham, sent on the belief of Jack Crawford that your expertise might help them find the Chesapeake Ripper, is eager to work with you. Though, being a fan of your writing might make him biased.

But dynamics start to shift when Will brings you up during a session.

I'd say it's yandere!will and hannibal but that's like saying blue!ocean. Like, fucking obviously.

You and the Corinthian are Dream's first creations, made hand and hand before there was a need for nightmares.

Oh course, despite it not being your original purpose, the two of you become the most feared nightmares to haunt the Dreaming. And as your notoriety grows, so to does Dream's jadedness.

The shift from lover to indifferent creator is too much to handle, even for a dream. It was only a matter of time before you escaped to the waking world and you're a big enough fool to think not telling the Corinthian would stop him from following you.

This snippet is like medieval and you're a succubus if that wasn't obvious 💀

Billy and Stu wanna make you their final girl, the kind that survives past the movie.

Of course, you don't know that.

Before the murders, your biggest concern was being in love with both of your best friends' boyfriends. But in your defense, you loved Billy and Stu long before they started dating Sydney and Tatum.

Daemon considers you, like all things he cares for, his.

The sooner everyone understands that, the better.

[caraxesryder]

[ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound (from @accordedxneutralxterritory )

He had been struck down during battle and while flying back to Dragonstone, he stopped at an inn. He was weary, in pain, and could feel his vision beginning to darken. HE could have made it back to Dragonstone conscious, perhaps.

Laying on the makeshift table, he let the inn keeper tend to his wounds. He didnt realize how much blood he had truly lost until he saw her face. Perhaps he was in worse shape than he thought.

War was a bloody thing.

[therogueflame]

Alright! I am a little nasty so I've been kinda thinking of Aemond with a younger sister who had always clung to him like glue when they were younger because she was always afraid of aegon. Even when they're of age now, reader still likes chasing Aemond around no matter what. Let's say one day she sneaks out to follow Aemond but he's going to the brothel, and much to her dismay, aegon is also there and kinda forces reader to see Aemond with his whore. (Like the brothel scene) and maybe reader feels bad and tries to comfort, reassure aemond and that leads to smut? sorry if it's too detailed!

TOO DETAILED?

no such things my angel anon

yeah no i love this this is great i am putting this on my list IMMEDIATELY

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Sickly!Brother!Reader and Aemma def had an affair at some point and that’s a hill I’m gonna die on

Imagine Rhaenyra being his daughter after everything she did😭

(I honestly prefer a much more platonic relationship between the two. Just them being the bestest besties of Westeros, wholesomely shit talking anything and everything together and all around being platonic soulmates. But I can’t say that I’m not interested in the idea of this.)

TW: Mentions of Incest

I could really see Sickly!Brother!Reader and Aemma having been just as close when they were younger (if not more so), maybe they even had a betrothal set but then the Reader’s health really started to decline and so Aemma was instead betrothed to Viserys. I can’t help but imagine Sickly!Brother!Reader and Aemma being so in love if that were the case, like that pure kind of love where they both have butterflies in they’re stomach when they catch the other’s eye or just so much as think about one another. The kind of warm, bubbly feeling that spreads through your entire body, and makes you smile uncontrollably. That kind of love.

Given how in love he was with Aemma, Sickly!Brother!Reader may as well have been the one to end their betrothal out of not wanting to hold her back with his health and to become a burden for her. He wanted nothing more than for Aemma to have a more fulfilling life with someone who could meet her all the way and he couldn’t give her that in his condition, so he would rather give it all up then to burden Aemma for the rest of however long he had on this earth.

But even after marrying Viserys, Aemma would have still stayed so close to Sickly!Brother!Reader’s side, especially after he became bedridden. She may have even been the first one to tend to and look after him, long before Alicent, Rhaenyra, Mysaria, and Alys. At the very least she would keep him company all throughout the day. Aemma still very much so wanted to be a part of Sickly!Brother!Reader’s life no matter what. She would have still happily married him even with his ailing health, willingly taken care of him to the very end. She wouldn’t have turned her back on him for anything. Aemma would have loved nothing more than to bear him even just one heir, something that was entirely theirs’, a part of both of them that they made together. A proof of their unabashed love. But instead she was now to give that to her beloved’s eldest brother.

I could very well see Viserys allowing Aemma and his precious brother to have a full on relationship behind closed doors. Hell, he may even encourage it. He would have of course known just how much Sickly!Brother!Reader cared for Aemma and how hurtful it was for him to end their betrothal but he wanted better for Aemma that he couldn’t give her. And if Viserys didn’t have any knowledge of just how much Sickly!Brother!Reader truly loved Aemma and how painful it was for him to give up a life with her then Daemon would sure as hell make sure Viserys did know. Daemon would greatly encourage a full on relationship between his beloved younger brother and Aemma if it meant his brother’s happiness. Even if it did go behind Viserys’ back but Daemon would ensure they never got caught. If Viserys were to somehow find out that Aemma and his youngest brother were having a relationship behind his back, he couldn’t bring himself to be angry with his beloved baby brother. I don’t think he’d say anything about it either, he’d bite his tongue and let it happen. Especially, if Sickly!Brother!Reader were to be in much better spirits than he had been before.

Sickly!Brother!Reader wouldn’t be able to keep his relationship a secret from Viserys for long though. He would try to come clean about it to Viserys during one of their visits together, but Viserys would have stopped him before he could say anything. Patting his baby brother on the shoulder, giving him a grin and carrying on with the topic before. Viserys could never bring himself to hate or be angry with his brother or Aemma. And honestly, seeing how much happier his precious brother is now means more to him than anything else.

In the case that Rhaenyra was actually Sickly!Brother!Reader’s child, that would be so much to unpack. Especially after everything Rhaenyra has done with him. I could see her reaction going either way honestly. Given that we’re talking about yandere!Rhaenyra here though I feel like she wouldn’t really mind. I could even see Rhaenyra having known all along that the Reader is her real father and still going through with everything she inevitably does. I could see her justifying it by how connected she and Sickly!Brother!Reader are. How connected they’ve always been and now how connected they’ll always be after the children.😬🫣

[lady-corrine]

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

Do you have any thoughts on HOTD?

i heard it's a nothingburger as a piece in and of itself but aside from that it's a shit adaptation lmao. it's almost cute how proud of themselves the writers seem after picking up exactly 0 of what grrm was putting down when he wrote the dance of dragons era. HOWEVER i do approve of the rhaesaria kiss

[lonelyvampx]

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