earenwen-leafwhisper

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Hello, I hope it's okay for me to contact you. I've stumbled on your post about you feeling self-conscious about the lack of comments on your fics and all, and after browsing your blog, I wanted to ask if you still wanted a beta reader?

I'm also a native French speaker and there aren't too many of us in this fandom, so part of me thinks we should probably stick together. I'm sending this on anon in case you don't want help, but if you do, I'll reach out by DMs. I'm also a fanfic writer, I've been writing for HotD for 2 and a half years now.

Hello, yes of course you can contact me by DMs.

I accept help :)

Of course we can stick together, you too write for hotd? That's so cool :)

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

I don't know if this was already tell,

But

The men's in asoiaf would have be for plus size/chubby woman.

At least for mariage, as historicaly people's who where plus size/chubby where the peoples who suffer the less of famines/having less food.

As so the one's who haved descendents/heirs.

So...

Maegor would have been for plus size woman logically/historicaly. As they where see as more able to have strong babies.

Daemon was a lot into a chubby/plus size Rhaenyra.

North lords where into it too, as it's more cold lands and all... I'm sure, that Creagan Stark was into plus size/chubby woman.

Gwayne Hightower? More to cuddles when all the bad things happen at the red keep and he have headache.

So yes, if your chubby/plus size reader. Thoses characters that you like/love, would definitely be into you for multiples reasons, don't let modern fashion and view made you think the opposite.

❤️

Don't get me wrong if your skinny/fit and all, they will also be into you.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

I know this is not a fanfiction but please read this If you have read one of my fanfictions

In a way, I'm thankful to have stop writting fanfictions during a time. To begin to write them again a few months ago.

(I will add the tags, for a week, that I use for the fanfictions that I have write, so if someone read this and have read one of my fanfictions in the past. it's mostly for them that I write now.)

When you have a imagination who are like water falls that almost never stop. Writting is a way for me to free my mind, and to share my imagination, my passions.

I know that I write poorly in a way, as I have learn English mostly on my own, I have learn to read English with fanfictions and writting by talking with peoples on chat. I have learn to heard English because of YouTube and movies. I use "Reverso" to help me traduct the texts that I write in french as it's my mother tongue.

So yes there is mistake in my writting and I understand that if people read my fanfictions it's mostly because there is no more good fanfictions.

I have learn to accept it... even if in a way it's hurt.

I have learn that I will never have a lot of people's reading my work, I have learn that I must be thankful to have the little of interaction with the little of people's who read my fanfictions.

I know that I must go to others fanfictions and read them, leave commentary, share them...

But it's just made me even more self concious of my own work. Feel even more of a outsider.

So yes,

I have learn to be thankful to have 1 person who read my work, even more if I'm lucky to have 20 who leave a like. If I have a commentary. It's like Christmas.

I will never have 100 people's who wait for my next work, the 100 must be thoses who are in a "Oh no, no her again."

(Sometime I feel like that most of the peoples who follow my tumblr are bots...)

To all of the peoples who have read my work in the past, thank you to have one day leave a like on my fanfictions, to have found time to read.

Thank you.

(I haved made another text mostly for my followers and thoses who haved read my last fanfiction... there was only one like... and... I have feel that it was better to write another text, and share it with more tags...)

I feel that I will be block by the remain people's that have not yet block me...

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Hello 👋

I just came to say, thank you for all of you who have give a like on the fanfictions that I have write in the past and the last posted.

This mean a lot for me, as I know that my writing skill is poor and that not a lot of people's will read me. They mostly prefer to not read and go elsewhere and I understand.

So thank you, if only just one person read and leave a like is great for me.

So... having 7 or more, it's awesome.

Thank you, really, because I haved been down the last year about writting, seen people's having a lot of likes and commentary when I do not haved the same... this haved hurted me and I haved take a break in writting. Someone haved leave a commentary about my writing skill and I understand now why not much haved liked, that and I written with plus size/chubby reader (how to write a niche, in a niche, in a niche). Even if I love writing for plus size/chubby reader I know that, not much will read what I write, even if they are the "public cible".

I'm a French speaker who have learn a big part of English by herself because her teachers didn't wanted to take time to help her understanding. (I have dyslexia). I have think about using a Ai to help me correct my text but, I feel that, it will just be bad, to do it...

So.

Thank you again, for reading me, for leaving a like on my fanfictions.

Friendly,

Earenwen/Emilie

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

"Reject" Part 2 (Smut)

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem wife reader

Summary: Y/n finally put Daemon in her bed.

Warning: Smut. So minors, do not interact with this post.

English is not my native language.

Part 1 : Here

Masterlist : Ø

A little thank you for the like

The solid oak door slammed in a heavy noise. Y/

n had just come in after Daemon. He was standing with a smile on his face.

"So... my dear wife has a tongue."

"I’ll be clear. No more whore. No more infidelity. Even less insults. I’m sick and tired of your behavior."

The voice of Y/n did not leave room for a lament from Daemon. The tone of her voice was different, more assured.

Daemon looked at her in another way barely perceptible, far away was the shy young woman he thought to be his wife.

"Well, what are you gonna do?"

"Undress yourself. Completely."

"If my wife wishes." Daemon smiled curly.

Slowly, Daemon took the bottom of his tunic, lifting the fabric along his torso, under the eyes of Y/n. Daemon’s hair falls in cascade along his back and partly on his chest. The eyes of Y/n ventured on Daemon’s skin, skin she had never seen so much before.

Y/n thinks that she should have ordered Daemon to undress quickly, his slow movements adorning him for an eternity when he finishes removing his shoes, rising up to place his hands on his belt. The sound of the buckle was almost mocking her, when passing each hole in the belt. The worst part was that Daemon knew exactly what he was doing. The lasing of his trousers was not of an unnamed complexity, yet it seemed to be a padlock without key, so that a deformation formed more and more against the lashing.

Y/n tried to keep a calm breath. But how to do when the man in front of you is a beauty, who decides to tease you? It's with a great self-control, that Y/n, didn't jumped on him to rip off his remaining clothes.

In a fluid movement, the pants fell along his legs to his ankles followed by his underwear, releasing his thick, hard manhood, one of two thicker veins ran through his cock from the base to the tips. The tips was not offset, a drop of pre-sperm flowed from the tips.

Y/n unconsciously squeezed her thighs and moved her hips in order to create friction, a heat and wet clenched more and more present between her thighs. Y/n wanted to get close to Daemon, go through her hands along the skin of her husband, finally discover his body, but she knew very well, that first she had to teach him a lesson. A lesson, on how to treat your wife.

With a movement of the head, she pointed him the bed. Y/n watched Daemon move towards the bed, watching him lie down.

"Raise your arms above your head."

The tone of her voice was calm, her anger always present, even if diminished at the sight of Daemon naked form on her bed. Daemon wanted to protest, but raising his arms, as looking at y/n who opened a drawer and pull out leather straps. Surprised would not have been the appropriate adjective to Daemon’s feelings seeing the straps.

"You’re going to be a good husband." Y/n started tying Daemon’s wrists to the head of her bed, avoiding hurting Daemon.

Daemon tested the straps, but quickly understood that these were well attached. He noted mentally that he had to ask how it was that she had thoses. Over all know how to tie them.

Daemon shook his head slightly, before looking in the direction of his wife, who was beginning to undress. His erection was starting to hurt. The anticipation palpable. "Fuck... she is beautiful..."

Daemon growled when Y/n sat on his hips, refusing any contact between his cock and pussy. He pulled his arms but was stuck.

"No, no... first of all, you’re going to prove to me how skillful you are with your tongue."

Y/n slowly pulled up Daemon’s body, even if she didn’t want to show it. She was going to take her pure pleasure from him.

Daemon growled when he saw the pussy of Y/ n, his eyes dilated, he breathed deeply, smelling the sweet smell of his exitation. He pulled on his traps, he wanted to put his hands on her thighs to make her sit against his face, it frustrated him to not to be in control. Feeling the tension rising, Y/n sat gently on Daemon’s face, her husband’s breath made her tremble without being able to control herself, a slight moan coming out of her mouth at the touch of Daemon’s tongue, Y/n held back at the head of the bed, before dropping her hips on Daemon’s face.

Daemon who discovered that his wife was most delightful. He, who had never lowered himself to ear the pussy of one of the prostitutes, discovered the pleasure and taste of his wife and how much he did not wanted to stop. Daemon licked and sucked the big and small lips, collecting the pleasure fluid of Y/n with his tongue, his nose by moment rubbing on the button of pleasure, swollen of Y/n. He pulled on his traps, wanting to grab the thighs of his lover, to stick it more against him.

"D... Daemon!..." Y/n began to move her hips, rubbing openly against his face.

"That’s right, go on." Daemon smiled full teeth before plunging back into the nectar.

Daemon’s erection was at its peak without him or her even touching, it bounced against the belly of Daemon. He wanted terribly to caught Y/n, to turn her and take her with force, to finally feel her sweet pussy enveloping him in its warmth. But more than anything, he wanted to see the pleasure in the face of Y/n. Because now he understood what he had missed.

"I want to feel you in me." The voice of Y/n was filled with desire.

If at any time Daemon would have thought that his wife would give him the impression that his heart was going to explode when he heard her desiring him. He would have thought he was crazy. But the vision of Y/n completely naked, straddling him, her pussy against his cock, moving in a slow up and down. He didn’t care that he was seen as completely crazy about Y/n.

"Release me... let me touch you..."

Y/n seemed hesitant, her hands trembling softly, Daemon’s eyes following the slightest gesture.

He sigh when the traps were untied. Without waiting any longer, he passed his arms around the body of his lover, turning them over, placing his body between her legs. For the first time since their marriage, Daemon kissed her, far away was the little kiss. Daemon embraced Y/n with passion, moving his hands wherever he could, marking every inch of skin. His lips moving with his hands, sucking, marking Y/n finally as his wife.

Their hips moved against each other, creating a friction of the most excise. One of Daemon’s hands walked the side of Y/n’s body, moving to her thigh, where he grabbed the muscle/fat, his grip was going to leave marks the next day, but neither of the two thought about it.

"You’re so wet... so ready for me..."

Daemon placed a finger between the small lips of Y/n, before slowly entering her. Y/n moans softly of discomfort, before the movements of in and out makes her replacing the discomfort by pleasure. Daemon took his time, preparing her pussy for his dick. A second finger was buried in this soft, warm and wet space, where he made a scissor movement.

"Y/n...." Daemon had rumbled her name, feeling her moving her hips against him.

Daemon looked at her, looking in her eyes, her movements.

"D... daemon... please..."

"Patience, love, patience..."

Y/n began to see stars, her legs trembled more and more, her hips were seeking for contact with Daemon’s hand. Her moaning does not end. It is at that moment that she felt it, the point of no return. Her ears whistled as she closed her eyes, the only sound coming from her throat being the name of Daemon.

Daemon looked at her, finding that the woman in his bed was even more beautiful in this moment of pure pleasure. He waited a minute for her to take back her breath, before placing his tips against her entrance.

"I’ll take you now..." his voice was hoarse. "Is that still what you want?..."

Y/n opened his eyes to look at him, really look at him. The man above her, long silver hair, fell on her, Daemon’s chest was covered with sweat, his breath fast, his eyes filled with a desire... a desire never seen before. There was something else in his eyes.

"Yes... I want you..."

Something she saw the first time in Daemon. At the moment their hips were touching, he, being completely inside her. Y/n could see a birth of affection, in his eyes. An affection that she hoped. One day would become love.

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Ps : Hello, I hope this part 2 was good, thank you for reading so far, I’m sorry for the mistakes in the spelling and grammar that are sneaking like every time. It’s been a long time since I had written smut, I hope it was not a disaster or too "nice" ^-^ '

Tag list : @avalyaaa @immyowndefender

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

(I write this without first correction)

I may post in the week a little one shot about one of my OC, i have somes OC's, from house Martell as well then Targaryen's bastards. (Yes the episode of House of the dragon season 2 with the bastards have made me creative because i wanted to know them, so i have imagine somes. Woman and men)

And I was thinking about posting one of my one-shot before posting Daemon x wife reader smut.

And of course i will not put "x reader" when it will be "oc x oc"

As for the one-shot it's about a young Stark lady who haved go to King's Landing for one of the tournament that Viserys haved held. She meet this Targaryen bastard as he work with the others blacksmiths... etc... (Yes i do not tease more about, is this cruel? No)

I have already a aesthetic visual for this. (I have aesthetic visual for all of my oc, i just have not draw them and less asked a Ai to creat them.)

I have write the one-shot without description of the Stark lady. (Must be a habitude that i have take from writing reader ships) so in a way it could be a x reader?... or I let it as a oc x oc and if someone want to learn more about the Stark oc or Targaryen bastard, that I have create and/or want a one-shot with a "x reader" ship, i can write them too...

So you can have something to read in waiting of the smut. (I have struggled at writting the end 😅)

I have also thinked about posting about those oc between others more big fanfictions who take me more time to write.

I see you next time,

Ps: If you are interested in this, just a emoji in the commentary or as annon in my ask (i will not publish thoses responses if you don't want of course.) would be great to know if one or two person will read the one-shot. For a little encouragement 👉👈

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Okay,

There is accounts that are a bots who @ everyone. This is a scam. I have just been @ over a post and there was more then 1500 commentary with only @, only three acount @ 5 to 7 others accounts, in it. Sent in a really short time, they @ minors. Even people's have complain in the commentary of this post. It's a scam that try to have peoples culpability if they don't share the post.

I will finish to go away from Tumblr, if I go on tumblr is not to have bots who try to scam people's. I'm on tumblr to let peoples have a little peace from the world. Not to remain them how the world are horrible. I will finish to only post on AO3 or another website where I can post fanfiction. And for dm it will be on Discord or X

Be careful about the accounts, if your feels that it's a scam there is great chance that, it is.

Edit : I don't go from Tumblr right now, don't worry, I have still fanfictions to post and anonymous ask to answer too.

I just hope that Tumblr will finally do something over the bots, and all the scams that came with them, apparently it's more easy to have censor over nsfw/smut fanfictions/fanarts. Then to banishing bots 🤷‍♀️

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Is this a bad idea? Yes.

Okay. I have just play "Single's inferno" game that you can play when you have Netflix and...

This game have hit my nerve, i enjoy playing it but at the same time, I'm just in a "why did we have to take that decision? " "Why Gun-woo is becoming just a asshole ???" "Chae-won....*#%*"

(If you don't know what is "Single's Inferno" it's a dating show, on Netflix where single peoples goes on a island named "the inferno/hell" where there is food but the minimum, there is moment where peoples can talk, there is activity but no luxury. And there is the "Paradise" where peoples goes in "Couple" to learn more about each other like their Age, their jobs and privacy that they cannot tell on the island. And during this show they have to find love, with few peoples coming during the adventure. So more love interest possibilities)

I think that I will write a fanfiction to free my mind over what i would have prefered to happen, and why not made it as a Au of all asoiaf? The characters can came from all the time-line of the universe.

The fanfictions will be with multiple choices, so each love interest (men and woman) could be choiced with differents dates and interactions, the first chapter will be neutral with multiples choices at the end so there will be multiple chapter 2 for the differents interractions. And of course a line/road that will be in common. I will write it without describes the body of the reader (I will also post that fanfiction on Wattpad if some would prefer?)

I will have few survey (I'm not sure for the word as in french is "Sondage" and it's have multiple translations in English ^^")

The first is this one, then I will put more with the characters that you would like to see in the fanfiction.

(If you have not watch "singles inferno" and can watch it, I recommend it, as I'm not someone who love that kind of show generally, this one have hit me, so maybe you will like it too?)

Ps : I don't forgot about the smut of Daemon, it's coming 😘

Ps 2 : If someone would like to talk about this you can Dm me, I do not bite.

Ps 3 : For this kind of fanfiction I would be in need of a beta reader, not only for my orthographe, but also, so I could keep in mind all the past actions of the multiple chapters.

(I write this before any vote)

If none are interested, it's fine, if only one is interested and don't want want to interact with me, okay.

I will mostly write on my own, if none are interested

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Him been in a secret relationship, with his s/o.

Him been all cuddling sweat talking with his s/o in private.

But the moment they are in public.

He don't look at his s/o, whoever if his s/o his high or low born.

He don't talk with them.

The day his s/o try to go to him, smiling at him, and asking him if they are going to meet later that day. He will just act as he don't know his s/o.

Don't have been courting them in secret during a year.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Imagine "Plush"

How could react Male character when their s/o would knit or crochet or sew a plushy when she's pregnant? She could already know how to do it, or ask a servant or her mother or aunty.

Like Maegor who have alway wanted a child, saw his last wife begining to knit/crochet/sew a plushy of baby Balerion. And after their first child, she alway do it for the next.

For Daemon it would be a little Caraxes

For the Starks it would be wolves

Without forget the others houses

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Teaser Part 2 of Rage

Here is a little teaser/rough, of the middle of the part 2, this will be smut.

As I generally struggle at this, today I get over and write as it's come in my mind.

Hope you will like it ^-^

See you all when for the full part ❤️

Tag : @avalyaaa @immyowndefender

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Y/n watched Daemon move towards the bed, watching him lie down.

"Raise your arms above your head."

The tone of her voice was calm, her anger always present, even if diminished at the sight of Daemon naked form on her bed. Daemon wanted to protest, but raising his arms, as looking at y/n who opened a drawer and pull out leather straps. Surprised would not have been the appropriate adjective to Daemon’s feelings seeing the straps.

"You’re going to be a good husband." Y/n started tying Daemon’s wrists to the head of her bed, avoiding hurting Daemon.

Daemon tested the straps, but quickly understood that these were well attached. He noted mentally that he had to ask how it was that she had thoses. Over all know how to tie them.

Daemon shook his head slightly, before looking in the direction of his wife, who was beginning to undress. His erection was starting to hurt. The anticipation palpable. "Fuck... she is beautiful..."

Daemon growled when Y/n sat on his hips, refusing any contact between his cock and pussy. He pulled his arms but was stuck.

"No, no... first of all, you’re going to prove to me how skillful you are with your tongue."

Y/n slowly pulled up Daemon’s body, even if she didn’t want to show it. She was going to take her pure pleasure from him.

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[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Imagine "Reject"

Yeah, I'm in a imagine mood lately and like all the imagine, will be write in a rush and correct later.

Can we imagine, a reader who from the first day she lay her eyes over Daemon or Maegor, she just fall in love.

She's from a small house vasal to some bigger like the Baratheons or Velaryon, etc...

She's of the same age then them and have saw them she was young, during some tournaments or feast organized by the Baratheon/Velaryon/...

She's never haved fall in love before, and didn't understand why she always smiled when seen them, wanted to heard their voices and all.

Years passed, but not the crush.

In all the years, she haved never talk to them, alway pleaded to go to the tournaments in hope to be see by them. Even if her parents where not happy with this, they go in hope to find her a suitor from a noble house in their rang.

When she was a teen, she made a favor, and walked to the tent of Daemon/Maegor, her hands sweating, her heart beating so fast she feel that it could go away from her body.

And then...

It's the heartbreak.

Daemon would look at her and begin to laugh, telling her that he have other things to do then accepting her favor, that he don't find her beautiful and refuse to take the favor of someone ugly (the reader is not ugly, Daemon want her to just go away quickly, and don't care if he hurt her)

For Maegor it would be not much different, but he would be more violent in his reject. He have alway saw her, looking at him from away and was not attracted to her, without counting that her house was not one of the big noble house of the seven kingdom's, she haved nothing to exange. Maegor was not a men of love, as he saw it as a weakness.

The two would just saw the reader going away, as she let her tears run her cheeks. Without a world. Or culpability.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

If all the nobles and Viserys have to heard one theme song during the burst of reader?

Treachery. The theme of Aizen

But for Daemon?

Or "Can't get enough of your love, babe" from Barry White but at the place of love it would be hate.

Or

You're the first, my last, my everything from Barry White

@avalyaaa

Rage

Daemon x wife reader

Summary: What happens when Daemon’s wife explodes in front of everyone?

Author’s note: hello everyone, it has been several months since I wrote such a long text in such a short time. I reread the first time to correct as many mistakes as possible.

Part 2 will come soon

Tag : @avalyaaa @dc-marvel-girl96

N/h is noble house

Not that Y/n refused the idea of marriage, what she refused was to be forced to marry a stranger living on another continent. Having to make a two-month trip by boat to meet an unknown prince, if for some it would have been a fairy tale, for y/n it was the opposite.

It is true that she could not say that Daemon was ugly physically, but his behavior towards her, was lower than some commoners.

Daemon had refused to meet her, preferring to go around the taverns of King’s Landing. When Y/n heard the news of her future husband’s place of debauchery, she confronted the freshly crowned Viserys, but refrained from saying the bottom of her thoughts.

"Rumor say, that my future husband is in a place of debauchery."

"Oh don’t worry, my dear. Daemon is a man, and a man with desires and needs." Viserys' voice showed his amusement. Under the outraged gaze of Y/n and the gaze of Otto Hightower.

Yes, Otto Hightower, the hand of the king who may be trying to do his job and who understood very well the stakes of the future marriage of Y/n and Daemon.

If Y/n hoped that once married, things would work out. Reality caught up with her.

Whenever it would be at the wedding day, when Daemon looked at her with disdain, or the non-existent wedding night, during which, it was a returning guard from the city who, out of pity, confessed to her that the prince was in one of the most famous brothels and insulted her copiously with all possible words. Daemon showed only disdain towards y/n, and in all this, y/n was alone.

Alone, facing a husband who did not want her and a beautiful family that seemed more tolerating than accepting her in the royal family. Between Viserys who always made excuses for Daemon or mocked the situation, pregnant Aemma that have tried to reassure y/n even if deep down, she knowed that Daemon would not change. Rhaenys who on rare visit, did not even seem to see her. Y/n felt alone, if only the mocking came only from that side. The visiting nobles liked to make fun of her clothes, which were not the latest fashion in Westeros, but represented her kingdom. Y/n hated all the nobles, except the Starks, whom she had never met.

In all this hatred, the most came from the "pimbêche". Noble lady's who took themselves superior while they were pitiful and contemptuous.

Oh and Otto Hightower, how can we forget? Otto dreamed of seeing the marriage of Daemon and Y/n explode, that Daemon is stuck in the kingdom of Y/n and that he can never come back to Westeros. Y/n could understand Otto’s hatred of Daemon, but she didn’t give Otto a spanking, preferring not to become a pawn in the gloomy game taking place on Westeros. The Daemon case being more than enough to give her headaches.

Despite the adversity, y/n remained smiling in front of others, keeping a good figure, at home it was polite to smile softly, which she spanked at all times, even when she dreamed of throwing Daemon from the ramparts of King’s Landing, when she looked away was not due to her shyness, oh no, this technique allowed her not to cast dark glances at the many courtiers.

She could not say how, she was able to keep so calm during the years that followed. Rejected by the nobles, forced to stay in the castle, not to meet Daemon in the streets of the city. Alone against all.

5 years, it took 5 long years...

This day haved to be a day of celebration for whatever reason Viserys found good.

In the morning, the servants of Y/ n had helped her to prepare, her dress was made of a gold thread woven self, allowed to be both light and show the richness of its origins. Whether it was her accessories or the style of her hair. Everything reminded her of her home, her family, because here. That was all she had left.

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The atmosphere was heavy, Y/n standing with a glass of wine in her hand, watching the show before her eyes.

Daemon a glass of wine in hand, whispered in the hollow ear of a blushing servant.

Viserys spoking with Lord Corlys, or rather, talked about everything and nothing so, as not to leave Corlys talking of the problems of the kingdom.

Aemma stood beside a very young Rhaenyra, a septa not far from them. Several lords looked at y/n with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. Their wives had gathered in a pack of chatterboxes, barely discreet.

"Did you see her outfit?"

"She must think that Daemon will see her."

"Or a guard..."

"She look like a slut..."

"A wild one..."

"All of them are savages."

That someone insulted her was one thing. Daemon liked to call her "My little wildling" while smiling sneakily and with a mocking voice, but that someone dares to insult her people was the breaking point.

No one could have known which was the quickest, between the glass of wine throwing at Lady Lannister or the scream of Y/n.

"Don’t insult my people, you scoundrel!"

All the people present were silent on the shots, looking in the direction of Y/n, under the shock.

"You think yourself superior to me, my people and even yours when you are just a good snake, only good at to bear children. Children who are not of your husband." Lady Lannister blushed, trying to answer but was prevented. " Oh don’t play the innocent, everyone knows you like to copulate with your husband’s guards."

Y/n pointed finger lady n/h.

"And you. You dare to make fun of my outfits while yours are made fun of by your so-called friends behind your back." One tried to escape. " Don’t move! You think you’re trying to run away?! Oh no, not today. You think yourself so superior when you know nothing about my kingdom, and how dangerous it is for Westeros."

All the nobles were put back in their places, before Y/n moved towards the Targaryen.

"Oh, you think you’re out of reach?" Y/n laughs falsely. "Viserys. King of the trash. You play deaf and blind. Not wanting to listen to the problems of your kingdom. How do you want to reign when you are not even able to put back in place your own brother. I wouldn’t be surprised if your reign ended in war."

Although Daemon did not like someone to attack his brother, he could not be against the facts. When the eyes filled with rage and hatred of y/n landed on him, he was taken with a shiver, his pants begin to seem a little small. So... this was the true nature of his wife.

"And you! Dear husband. You are the worst of all. You are a pig packing in noble fabrics. Unable to consume your own marriage, unable to talk with your own wife! Unable to show an ounce of curiosity! How can you ascend to the throne when you are no better than the most disgusting of the people in this city?!"

And so it was that the beginning, all the worst actions of Daemon were brought to light, indicating that y/n knew everything.

"Today you will behave like the husband who is destined for me." She pointed towards a door leading to the many corridors of the castle. " My chamber. Now."

She did not raise her voice, and under the surprise of all, Daemon began to walk quickly in the direction of command.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Rage

Daemon x wife reader

Summary: What happens when Daemon’s wife explodes in front of everyone?

Author’s note: hello everyone, it has been several months since I wrote such a long text in such a short time. I reread the first time to correct as many mistakes as possible.

Part 2 will come soon

Tag : @avalyaaa @dc-marvel-girl96

N/h is noble house

Not that Y/n refused the idea of marriage, what she refused was to be forced to marry a stranger living on another continent. Having to make a two-month trip by boat to meet an unknown prince, if for some it would have been a fairy tale, for y/n it was the opposite.

It is true that she could not say that Daemon was ugly physically, but his behavior towards her, was lower than some commoners.

Daemon had refused to meet her, preferring to go around the taverns of King’s Landing. When Y/n heard the news of her future husband’s place of debauchery, she confronted the freshly crowned Viserys, but refrained from saying the bottom of her thoughts.

"Rumor say, that my future husband is in a place of debauchery."

"Oh don’t worry, my dear. Daemon is a man, and a man with desires and needs." Viserys' voice showed his amusement. Under the outraged gaze of Y/n and the gaze of Otto Hightower.

Yes, Otto Hightower, the hand of the king who may be trying to do his job and who understood very well the stakes of the future marriage of Y/n and Daemon.

If Y/n hoped that once married, things would work out. Reality caught up with her.

Whenever it would be at the wedding day, when Daemon looked at her with disdain, or the non-existent wedding night, during which, it was a returning guard from the city who, out of pity, confessed to her that the prince was in one of the most famous brothels and insulted her copiously with all possible words. Daemon showed only disdain towards y/n, and in all this, y/n was alone.

Alone, facing a husband who did not want her and a beautiful family that seemed more tolerating than accepting her in the royal family. Between Viserys who always made excuses for Daemon or mocked the situation, pregnant Aemma that have tried to reassure y/n even if deep down, she knowed that Daemon would not change. Rhaenys who on rare visit, did not even seem to see her. Y/n felt alone, if only the mocking came only from that side. The visiting nobles liked to make fun of her clothes, which were not the latest fashion in Westeros, but represented her kingdom. Y/n hated all the nobles, except the Starks, whom she had never met.

In all this hatred, the most came from the "pimbêche". Noble lady's who took themselves superior while they were pitiful and contemptuous.

Oh and Otto Hightower, how can we forget? Otto dreamed of seeing the marriage of Daemon and Y/n explode, that Daemon is stuck in the kingdom of Y/n and that he can never come back to Westeros. Y/n could understand Otto’s hatred of Daemon, but she didn’t give Otto a spanking, preferring not to become a pawn in the gloomy game taking place on Westeros. The Daemon case being more than enough to give her headaches.

Despite the adversity, y/n remained smiling in front of others, keeping a good figure, at home it was polite to smile softly, which she spanked at all times, even when she dreamed of throwing Daemon from the ramparts of King’s Landing, when she looked away was not due to her shyness, oh no, this technique allowed her not to cast dark glances at the many courtiers.

She could not say how, she was able to keep so calm during the years that followed. Rejected by the nobles, forced to stay in the castle, not to meet Daemon in the streets of the city. Alone against all.

5 years, it took 5 long years...

This day haved to be a day of celebration for whatever reason Viserys found good.

In the morning, the servants of Y/ n had helped her to prepare, her dress was made of a gold thread woven self, allowed to be both light and show the richness of its origins. Whether it was her accessories or the style of her hair. Everything reminded her of her home, her family, because here. That was all she had left.

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The atmosphere was heavy, Y/n standing with a glass of wine in her hand, watching the show before her eyes.

Daemon a glass of wine in hand, whispered in the hollow ear of a blushing servant.

Viserys spoking with Lord Corlys, or rather, talked about everything and nothing so, as not to leave Corlys talking of the problems of the kingdom.

Aemma stood beside a very young Rhaenyra, a septa not far from them. Several lords looked at y/n with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. Their wives had gathered in a pack of chatterboxes, barely discreet.

"Did you see her outfit?"

"She must think that Daemon will see her."

"Or a guard..."

"She look like a slut..."

"A wild one..."

"All of them are savages."

That someone insulted her was one thing. Daemon liked to call her "My little wildling" while smiling sneakily and with a mocking voice, but that someone dares to insult her people was the breaking point.

No one could have known which was the quickest, between the glass of wine throwing at Lady Lannister or the scream of Y/n.

"Don’t insult my people, you scoundrel!"

All the people present were silent on the shots, looking in the direction of Y/n, under the shock.

"You think yourself superior to me, my people and even yours when you are just a good snake, only good at to bear children. Children who are not of your husband." Lady Lannister blushed, trying to answer but was prevented. " Oh don’t play the innocent, everyone knows you like to copulate with your husband’s guards."

Y/n pointed finger lady n/h.

"And you. You dare to make fun of my outfits while yours are made fun of by your so-called friends behind your back." One tried to escape. " Don’t move! You think you’re trying to run away?! Oh no, not today. You think yourself so superior when you know nothing about my kingdom, and how dangerous it is for Westeros."

All the nobles were put back in their places, before Y/n moved towards the Targaryen.

"Oh, you think you’re out of reach?" Y/n laughs falsely. "Viserys. King of the trash. You play deaf and blind. Not wanting to listen to the problems of your kingdom. How do you want to reign when you are not even able to put back in place your own brother. I wouldn’t be surprised if your reign ended in war."

Although Daemon did not like someone to attack his brother, he could not be against the facts. When the eyes filled with rage and hatred of y/n landed on him, he was taken with a shiver, his pants begin to seem a little small. So... this was the true nature of his wife.

"And you! Dear husband. You are the worst of all. You are a pig packing in noble fabrics. Unable to consume your own marriage, unable to talk with your own wife! Unable to show an ounce of curiosity! How can you ascend to the throne when you are no better than the most disgusting of the people in this city?!"

And so it was that the beginning, all the worst actions of Daemon were brought to light, indicating that y/n knew everything.

"Today you will behave like the husband who is destined for me." She pointed towards a door leading to the many corridors of the castle. " My chamber. Now."

She did not raise her voice, and under the surprise of all, Daemon began to walk quickly in the direction of command.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

This song traduction is "in love with my wife" and this as just pop on spotify, (I know it's a old french song)

Tomorrow will come the full part of the tease with the revolt of Daemon wife.

And this song have made me think of Daemon in this 🤣🤫

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

I'm writing the full part. I didn't know if the smut will be inside or in part 2 or in headcanon @dc-marvel-girl96

Here the begining 👇

Ps : I have not correct by now

Not that Y/n refused the idea of marriage, what she refused was to be forced to marry a stranger living on another continent. Having to make a two-month trip by boat to meet an unknown prince, if for some it would have been a fairy tale, for y/n it was the opposite.

It is true that she could not say that Daemon was ugly physically, but his behavior towards her, was lower than some commoners.

Daemon had refused to meet her, preferring to go around the taverns of King’s Landing. When Y/n heard the news of her future husband’s place of debauchery, she confronted the freshly crowned Viserys, but refrained from saying the bottom of her thoughts.

"Rumor say, that my future husband is in a place of debauchery."

"Oh don’t worry, my dear. Daemon is a man, and a man with desires and needs." Viserys' voice showed his amusement. Under the outraged gaze of Y/n and the gaze of Otto Hightower.

Yes, Otto Hightower, the hand of the king who may be trying to do his job and who understood very well the stakes of the future marriage of Y/n and Daemon.

If Y/n hoped that once married, things would work out. Reality caught up with her.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Imagine

(I write this in a rush from my mind before i forgot it. English is not my mother tongue and I will probably correct later)

Daemon who was forced to marry a noble woman, this noble woman would have been send to king's landing without chance of going back home. During the first year's of marriage she alway smile talk softly, look almost shy.

But deep down, she's like a lion in cage, she hate been in king's landing. It's not her home and everything and everyone remain her this. The first of all Daemon.

Daemon who have not consume the marriage, preferring to pass the night with whores. Alway mocking her.

Until

She snap.

During a day of celebration, she heard the mockries of the nobles lady's. Daemon who flirt with a servant and no Targaryen on her side.

She screamed, she screamed her hate. Her truth.

"Oh you can shut up Lannister! Your husband is well know to cheat on you! You feel yourself better then me, but at least I don't do as it's not exist! And you lady (find a name) you are as (any similarity of body) then me, and your husband mock you in your back!"

This was just the begining, as all she screamed against the nobles, she let down her walls of the perfect smiling and shy wife. She was finally free, and she will not let Daemon win, even less the rest of Westeros.

(We know that secretly Daemon is turn on by this side of his wife 🤫)

The full part is born, here