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[deceasedream69]

Y/N

Part 2 of Maeve or...

All I remember are little pieces.

I remember being tied next to Spencer's girlfriend. The poor lightning of the room, and the stink of it. I also remember bits of when the team came to our rescue. 

I remember Spencer speaking with our captor. I remember Maeve, a knife pointed at her throat... I remember when the unsub came up to me and press the button. I couldn't do or say anything, but I could very much see and hear everything. 

I remember the feeling of the dialudid coming through the needle and into my system. It was horrible, filling my mind with memories of my past, my mouth was dry and my head was spinning. 

But I specially remember Spencer running to untie me before saving Maeve, which honestly shocked me the most. I was specting to be left there until someone else from the team went to untie me. But it was Spencer. I could feel him hugging me while he tried to lift me so I wouldn't lay on the dirty floor. I remember feeling safe, until I couldn't remember anything else. 

- 

- "they said she's going to be ok, but she needs to rest", Hotch gave the good news to the whole team. I wanted to go check on Maeve but at the same time I wanted to delay what I knew was coming. I still had to check on her. So I nodded after recieving the information and headed to Maeve's house. Well, I had to shower and all of that before.

When I got there it was drizzling outside, so I closed my jacket a little more before knocking. I was wondering if she was still awake, giving that it was almost midnight. But either way I know how this situations can take your sleep away and sometimes you just need company to get through it all. 

She opened the door cautiosly, and when she noticed it was me she seemed more calmed, opening the door completely she let me in. 

- "hey, just wanted to check on you and see if everything's ok. I didn't see any doctor checking on you"

- "you were busy"

I could see she was upset. 

- "are you always awake at midnight... or do you..."

- "look, Spencer. I know you're here to try and help but... I'm fine, you should go and check on her at the hospital. Did she wake up already?"

I shook my head. 

- "why are you telling me to go with someone else when I want to be here with you"

- "because I know you'd rather be there with her"

- "what?"

- "I'm not blind, Spencer. I noticed it all. Every little part. You like her, and that's ok. She's beautiful and you get to see her everyday."

- "but..."

- "it's ok. I'm happy if you're happy. Besides, how can I not be happy, I don't have a stalker anymore"

I just stood silent. How come everyone knew who I like except for me. I mean, I always felt drawn to her, to speak with her, tell her unnecesary facts and just get to be around her, mostly because she was the only one listening, but we are coworkers, it's impossible. Besides, I don't think she likes me back, maybe that's why I tried to search for someone else. 

- "I can't apologize enough for what you've been through, Maeve. I want to make it up to you, so I brought you this"

- "Spencer..."

I got out of the apartment and in again. This time holding a heavy box. Putting it on the table, I ran my forearm through the top because it was a little wet from the rain outside. 

- "A little gift so you can forgive me and enjoy the days you rest after what happened"

- "Spencer, you shouldn't have..."

I just hugged her. She was an important part of my life and I'm just so thankful for it. Specially because she didn't get mad at me. 

I said my goodnight and left the apartment. It stopped raining but the floor was wet. I liked that feeling. I was thinking about Maeve's reaction when she opened the box. It was a box full of all of her favorite books that she told me couldn't afford. It was around 10 books so it wasn't that much but I hope she liked them very much. 

I thought about going back to the hospital but it was too late already to go, so I'd check on y/n tomorrow morning. 

- 

I woke up around 3am. I was a little confused at the beginning but then I heard the typical hospital noises. I sighed and tried to fall asleep again, but I couldn't. I had an amazing thirst, so I looked around me for some water, but nothing. I rolled my eyes. I didn't even know if I was allowed outside my room and I didn't know how to call for a nurse. 

I stood up slowly, noticing how the back of my hospital clothes were missing a big piece at the back. 

- "every movie ever warned me about this". I closed it with my hands while I walked slowly towards the door. "son of a bitch!", I screamed whispered. I didn't noticed the things connected into my arms and accidentally pulled one. Which hurted a lot and caused the liquid to start falling onto the floor. "shit shit shit, of course this happens to me", I said trying to grab the needle back to make it stop, but it didn't. 

I grabbed some buttons that were next to my bed and started to press them. Maybe this is what I should've done since the beginning. 

The nurse came rushing in and found me out of my bed, pressing the button with the needle dripping liquid on the floor. 

Of course she was very confused but after I explained what happened she angrily explained to me that I should always call the nurse or wait. So I smiled shyly and drank my water in silence. 

After she left I noticed my phone was on the nightstand right next to me. I turned it on and started to check through it. 

Thats when I noticed a few messages in Spencers chat. 

* in the chat*

- No, I died. Hell's actually pretty fun :D

But before you get all worried tomorrow, I'm not going to work tomorrow, I have this desease called "death"

- very funny

- wait, what are you doing up

- Planning on how to save you from hell

- didn't you hear the "it's actually pretty fun" part?

- fair

- you didn't answer my question

- how can you even text me from the hospital

- I have 4% of battery, so answer the question

- what are you doing up?

- was thirsty, made a mess at my room. I'm still thirsty actually, but I asked first

- you almost overdosed, it's very common, drink a lot of water

- I'm scared of the nurse

- why

- I'll tell you when you come to visit me

- who told you I'm going to go visit you?

- The fact that you went for me over Maeve

(I was so nervous to send that message but I wanted to see his reply)

- you better get some sleep

- I could say the same to you

- goodnight y/n

- no goodnight kiss? damn, goodnight Spence <3

*off chat*

I smiled and turned my phone off, I couldn't wait to see Spencer in the morning. 

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hii, I would like to request something for Daemon.

At Rhaenyra wedding he sees reader(targaryen or valeryion), who was away for some time, and he falls in love with her again seeing as in the past they had a fling. He chooses her over Rhaenyra and they get married days later with Viserys approval. They reunite with the family on Driftmark for Leana's funeral, there Rhaenyra gets jealous when she sees Daemon being soft with his childrens and reader. Later she tries to sway Daemon and make him leave his family with the excuses of the Greens being against her but he gets mad and threatens her or something like that.

Thankss

Author's Note- Thanks for the request. It was very interesting writing this one. I made a few changes in the scenes to fit in. Do not fret requesting for more. Requests are always opened and we'll appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Dancing with Dragons

Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Summary- Things and situations are bound to change as well as hearts...

Tag List- @minaxcarter, @eliseline, @blackhoodlea, @little-moonbeam-666, @neenieweenie, @omgsuperstarg, @avalyaaa, @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @krokietinio, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @thekayarlene, @narcy, @helloitsshitzulover, @muushwrites, @daringboba, @bi2simps, @issybee0611, @yariany02, @agathe, @5moremin, @candypurplebutterfly, @saraelizabeth26, @moon-light1415, @targaryenmoony, @stargaryenx, @instabul, @shine101

Warnings- Threats, Suggestive Content? Westrosi Things

GIF Credits to @userparamore

Daemon looked around the feast in boredom, trying to find something to keep himself intrigued throughout the night. He could feel two pair of eyes on his figure. One belonging to his beloved niece while the other belonged to Laena Velaryon.

He wished to see a certain familiar face walking through those huge doors. It had been quite too long since he had seen his cousin sister, much to his dismay.

Even though it had been more than a few summers, Daemon still remembered the secret nights spent in each other's embrace. Moans and gasps mixing into groans of pleasure. Her smooth skin layered by beads of sweat. Eyes closed in euphoria, hair messed from tugging

Daemon smirked to himself as he took a sip of the Dornish wine served in the feast. His eyes traveled to the dusky skinned lady sitting on the opposite side of the table.

He stood up, stepping down the stairs and joining the dance. He could feel the movement of the Velaryon girl, turning to find her behind himself.

A conversation ignited and Daemon could feel a few sparks; though he knew it was not of love, but of simple lust towards a woman with a pretty face and pure innocence.

"Lady (Y/N) of Houses Targaryen and Arryn"

The room stilled as the dancing pairs moved out of the way of the late Queen Consort's younger sister strided in gracefully with an authoritative aura following her like the sunflower following the sun.

Her blue gown of expensive silks wrapped around her beautiful body smoothly, accentuating her features and pushing her breasts together to create ample cleavage. The silver thread forming falcons on the skirt of her gown.

Daemon let his eyes follow their way down her attractive figure. His legs moving on their accords as they lead him to her. Their eyes met, bodies only a few inches apart.

"Glad to see you here, Lady (Y/N)," Daemon bend down to place a gentlemanly kiss on the back of her palm. "The pleasure is all mine, Prince Daemon," her voice was music to his ears, making him hum in pleasure.

"Lady (Y/N), it is our pleasure to have you with us here," Viserys stood up with a smile. It was no surprise to anyone that the king was fond of his former good sister. Right from her birth, the Arryn Lady had been close to the king and his rebellious brother.

"It is much too my delight to join you in celebrating the Realm's Delight's marriage, Your Grace," (Y/N) said softly, her eyes kind yet a thin mask of caution remained. It had been quite some times since (Y/N) visited the place.

"Hope you enjoy the feast," the king said kindly, sitting down once again. The dancing resumed but this time, it wasn't Laena dancing in Daemon's arms but his old love. Sly smirks and non-verbal conversations exchanged amid the buzzing laughter of all the noble people.

"It's been long, sister," Daemon whispered in her ear, his hand discreetly grazing the curve of her back. "Indeed, brother," she whispered against the smooth skin of his neck.

A low groan bubbled in Daemon's throat. His hands grabbed her neck, bringing her closer to him as everyone danced around them. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the parting of her lips as a small whine of his name escaped; disappearing into the loud atmosphere as a small breeze on a winter day.

"Say it," he hissed, his eyes resembling a predator's, ready to pounce. "Mazverdagon nyke aōhon," (Make me yours) (Y/N) whispered, making Daemon smirk. One of his hands moved down to tangle around her waist, bringing her closer to him.

"Skorkydoso?" (How?) Daemon asked teasingly, his tongue darted out of his mouth, wetting his lips. "Mazverdagon nyke aōha ābrazȳrys. Tepagon nyke aōha riña, Daemon," (Make me your wife. Give me your child, Daemon) she replied back, her lips way too close to his to deem appropriate.

Daemon smirked, his hands grabbed hers, making his way to his chambers. His eyes darkening with passion. His mind clouded with all the pleasures to come.

The winds were a bit too wild in Driftmark but it was no issue to the huge dragons of the Targaryens of Dragonstone. The red and bronze dragons descended down the skies followed by two more dark dragons. While one was a full grown, coal black, the other was yet not a fully-grown one.

Vermithor growled loudly, making the guards straighten up as the Targaryens of the Red Keep stayed firmly on the ground, watching as the dragon-riders stepped down from their mounts.

Daemon was the first one to step down, walking to Vermithor to help his sister-wife down. A crimson red blanket wrapped around their youngest, a daughter. (Y/N) smiled as Daemon carefully took Daenys from her, cooing at her softly.

Daemon looked up to find his eldest daughter and son walking towards them, head held high as they both smiled at their parents. Visenys looked like her father, carrying his character traits as well while Aelar had took after her mother, while adopting a few things of his father.

"Brother, sister," came the fragile and weak voice of the king. Daemon and his wife turned, a smile on their faces as they moved to greet the rest of the family, their children on their toes. "Your Grace," Daemon and his son bowed while the ladies dipped into a curtsey.

"Look at you both," Viserys chuckled, the side of his eyes crinkling. Daemon moved closer to his brother, letting him look at the little Targaryen, who was no more than three summers old. "She is beautiful," Viserys said with a smile, placing a caressing hand on the baby's head whose was sleeping peacefully in her father's arms.

"Aemma," (Y/N) said, offering her good brother a smile. Viserys felt his eyes fill with tears at the name, as he smiled at the baby. "Alicent," (Y/N) greeted the Queen, who was until now, standing quietly with her kids. The Hightower Queen smiled, "Lady (Y/N)."

The Targaryen Lady found her eyes drifting away to the heir of the throne, Princess Rhaenyra, who stood by Laenor and her kids. While (Y/N) had heard the whispered rumors about the offspring of the princess, she didn't expected it to be true; but to find them gazing at her in reality, (Y/N) now made sense of the rumors.

"Princess Rhaenyra," she said with a smile. "Lady (Y/N)," the Princess replied with gritted teeth, her eyes burning holes at her as she looked at how she had turned Daemon into a soft and dotting father; a stark opposite of the man she knew him to be.

Rhaenyra could feel herself becoming jealous of her aunt. A nagging in the back of her mind as she watched Daemon place a loving kiss on (Y/N)'s forehead as she laughed at something her father had said. Their son and daughter standing beside them with a smile.

A plan formulated in Rhaenyra's mind as she silently watched the small family interacting with the king and her half-siblings. A sly smirk finding its place on her lips as she thought of what she needed to do.

Daemon stood against a dusted table, trying to find something interesting, while Rhaenyra spoke about something he didn't care about. He discreetly looked at her and thought of possible reasons as to why he was attracted to her at the first place.

Perhaps it was his want for the throne which made him crave her, or perhaps it was his somewhat rebellious nature which matched Daemon's. Or just frustration towards his brother.

"Are you listening to what I speak of, uncle?" Rhaenyra asked, sighing as she watched Daemon look up with raised eyebrows and bored look. "The Greens are against me and my children. Alicent and Otto will do anything under the sun to harm us. We need you. I need you."

Daemon scowled, glaring at his niece as she moved to caress Daemon's cheek with her hand. "Please, Daemon. I want you," Rhaenyra whispered, her lips near his neck. "Step aside," Daemon pushed Rhaenyra back softly. "I must warn you beforehand, Rhaenyra, if you dare come near me again, or attempt to get closer to me; I will have Caraxes eat you right in front of that lover of yours."

Letting the threat hang in the air, Daemon turned and went straight towards his wife who stood conversing with Rhaenys. "My love," he kissed her cheek from behind, letting his hand wrap around her waist. "Daemon," (Y/N) smiled, leaning into him.

"I will leave you two alone," Rhaenys said, excusing herself from the couple who gazed lovingly at their kids. "Visenys looks happy here," Daemon commented. Visenys was busy doing something in sand with Aemond, giggling like a child she is.

"They look happy," (Y/N) commented, looking at Daemon who frowned at her words. "He can have her after... 60 summers? Yes," Daemon grumbled, making (Y/N).

(Y/N) leaned into Daemon's chest, smiling dreamily as she looked at her happy family.

[marvelsage]

Aonung

Aonung x Metkayina Reader

You had been on your way to meet Aonung since his teaching lessons should be done by now, you were close enough to hear yelling and water splashing. Turning the corner it became clearer to you that it was Aonung, his friends and the Sully boys fighting, you shook your head and came up beside the eldest daughter, Kiri.

“Are you alright?” She jumped a little at your sudden appearance and shook her head that she was.

“I’m fine, Y/n? Right?”

“Kiri?” You greet each other respectfully and then return to the scene before frowning as you saw the chief and their father pulling them apart. You watched as the Sully’s were pulled away and then made eye contact with Aonung who had a scratch on his cheek as he was being pulled away and yelled at as well. He looked away embarrassed and continued with his father, you would catch him later then.

“Aonung?” It had been some time later in the evening when you had the chance to visit him again, this time you found him near the shore zoned out until he heard you. He didn’t say anything when you walked up nor when you sat beside him, gazing at his side profile as he continued to look into the water.

You slowly place your hand on his jaw and turn him to yourself fully examine the extent of the brawl, rubbing gently over the scratch seeing it had a salve over it already you hummed at the bruising on his cheek.

“Still handsome to me…” He had been looking down when you spoke but met your eyes after his hard exterior slowly melted away under your gaze. It made you feel all warm inside knowing that you could get him with one look, you pulled his face closer and placed a soft kiss on his injuries. Pulling away you could see the faintest of red fill his face as he tried not to smile ending up with a half smirk.

“Aww I made you blush.”

“Shut up” Laughing when he pushed you away playfully, only to stop and admire the way you laughed and smiled at him. It made him all warm inside knowing he made you laugh, that he made you smile so big. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer to him.

“You better not tell anyone about this or else…”

“Or else what?” He gets closer with his infamous smirk.

“Or else I’ll tell my mother who really broke her favorite pearl hair piece” Gasping you lean back with a hand over you mouth at the audacity he had.

“Oh yeah then I’ll tell my father who really lost his hunting spear!” It was his turn to mimic your reaction less dramatic though.

“Alright, alright. Truce” You both laughed at your sillines and continued to catch up.

“So you want to tell me why you were fighting?” His mood dampened, you could tell he wanted to clam up but you wouldn’t let him. So you take his hand and tug slightly for him to come closer.

“Only if you want to, Aonung.”

“You’re going to be mad at me…”

“Try me.” It took him a moment to look long between you and the water before he gave in.

“We were… we were making fun of Kiri.” You stayed silent for a moment and then sighed rubbing the back go his hand to pull his attention to you.

“I am not mad, just…did you apologize?” He shook his head and then started to fidget with your hands, a telltale sign that he did something.

“Aonung, what did you do?” Before he could reply another person called for him coming closer. It was Neteyam and he did not look happy to see him.

“Aonung, have you seen Lo'ak?” You turned back to Aonung and tilted your head in question as well. He finally met your eyes and you knew that look, he had done something alright, something stupid.

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[the-desilittle-bird]

pls can u write a fic where reader (the bastard daughter of rhaenyra and harwin) is married to aemond for political reasons, but she know how to manipulate him whit her body and have him wrapped around her finger to secure his support in the war that is sure to come (smut pls)

AN- Damn! I really like a manipulative badass boss bitch reader... but the smut isn't as good as I had thought it would be but... sorry.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

You Love Me Right?

Summary- What is a greater charm than a woman's love?

Tag List- @eliseline, @little-moonbeam-666, @blackhoodlea, @omgsuperstarg, @shopping, @lizlovecraft, @dayane, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @all-things-fandomstuck, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @morganastrucker, @shrexy, @helloitsshitzulover, @daringboba, @minaxcarter, @b-tchymoon, @stargaryenx, @hukio, @saraelizabeth26, @targaryenmoony, @moon-light1415, @eudximoniakr, @themaze13, @candypurplebutterfly, @5moremin, @yariany02, @issybee0611, @gossipandspills, @hopebaker, @kateris-world, @lady-athanasia, @chaotic-fangirl-blog, @cherryaemond, @watercolorskyy, @literishdegree99, @sunmoon-01, @savagemickey03, @ultrav0lence, @deltamoon666, @severewobblerlightdragon, @hyacinthus007, @andlizeth, @shine101, @beefbaby25

Warnings- Smut [Dirty Talking, Breeding Kink, Teasing, Almost(?) Oral (Male receiving)], Manipulation

GIF Credits to @imagine-all-the-things

The Dance has begun and so far, the Greens had the upper hand; all because of Aemond and his dear Vhagar. His formidable leadership and swordsmanship combined with Vhagar's experience in battles and dragonfire made him an important asset of his brother's cause.

To the world, he was cold and unbending. But the House of the Dragon knew well. They knew how his sweet little wife had him wrapped around her little finger.

Otto considered her smart. She knew her beauty was her largest asset and adding it was her sharp wits and undeniably alluring charms. Each word which fell from her lips were honeyed and well versed; a web made by a spider to catch her prey.

And that is why he remained vary of her when the dance began. Being the daughter of Rhaenyra and Harwin, he knew her devotion to her mother; unyielding and strong.

"Aemond," she squealed as hands wrapped around her petite figure, her plump lips painted in red as she turned to greet her husband with a kiss on his jaw; then down his neck and up to his ear.

"(Y/N)," he hummed, fingers rubbing her sides as his eye took in her seducing structure. Her brown hair open and brushed back, cascading down her spine. Her violet eyes were the curtesy of her mother's genetics.

Her figure was drapped in a black flimsy robe, ending just above her mid-thigh. The robe accentuated the best of her curves; her ample cleavage evoking a desire deep in him.

"Aren't you a nymph?" She chuckled, sending vibrations through his skin as she looked up through her lashes. Her fingers slowly moved up to get rid of the eyepatch covering his left eye and majority of the worst of the scar.

"A nymph in love with you."

Aemond's eye lingered on her covered breast, inviting him to feast on the soft flesh which would surely swell when his child takes place in her body. His finger fiddled with the lace holding the lace together, tugging on it to unwrap it.

"I want you," she whispered, turning around and tilting her head back to give him space to mark his territory. Kisses and nips evoked goosebumps through her body as one of her hand gripped his long hair, while the other grabbed onto the corner of her vanity.

"So do I, my love," he whispered, his sapphire glistening in the light of the candle. A deep moan left her throat when his lips found the spot which made her see stars.

"I received a message from my mother," she hummed sweetly, her fingers swiftly getting rid of the clothes which adorned his lean body; all while gentle kisses and teasing nips were granted in the freshly revealed skin as his tunic and undershirt met her dark robe on the ground.

Aemond only hummed, his mind already clouded with lust as he watched her bare body in front of him; moving like a seductress. Her soft hands found his shoulders, pushing him down to sit on the edge of their shared bed. A place which frequently ends up destroyed due to their marital tasks.

Her fingers nimbly worked on the ties holding his breeches together. They felt painfully tight as blood flew to his cock, making it hard and extremely hard.

"She is sad."

(Y/N) knew how this works. After all, it won't be the first time she is doing this. Seducing her own husband to accomplish something which was otherwise impossible.

"Why?" He rasped, breathing a sigh of comfort as his firmness left his breeches, which joined the pile of robes on the corner. His long, calloused fingers traveled into her brown hair as he felt her lay kisses on his inner tights.

Her tongue met the tip of his hard on, licking like a kitten feasting upon her milk but slower. Her long nails moved up and down his tights, sending a shiver down his spine as he groaned.

"More, my love," he pleaded softly, but both of them knew that she wouldn't compile to it; at least not just yet. Instead of taking him in her mouth, she moved up to lock his lips in a feverish kiss.

Their tongues battled against each other for dominance but at last, the princess let him win; granting him a disguise of control in their relation. One of the biggest lies in their marriage.

"She wanted to see me," (Y/N) gasped as she felt his hands fondling her breast, groping and swiping his finger on her sensitive nipple. A pornographic moan left her throat as she hummed in appreciation. One of the pros of marrying him.

Bringing him impossibly closer to her, she whispered in his ear, "I want you, my love." Suppressing the groans was becoming difficult for Aemond as his fingers traveled south to meet her wet core.

"So wet, doll. All for me?"

"Yes. All for you, my prince."

His fingers were quick to adjust his cock on her entrance; slowly entering her to give her some time to adjust to his large size. His long digits rubbing her clit to bring some pleasure during the slight sting of pain.

"So tight for me," he groaned into her neck, teeth sinking into her sensitive skin. Moving softly, his hips started with a soft rhythm, relishing in the moans which escaped her throat.

"All for you, Aemond," she whispered, breath hitching as his tip grazed over the soft spongy spot inside her which made her see stars. Her lower belly tightening with pure pleasure which rushed to snap at any moment.

"Cum for me, my sweet princess. Take your pleasure on me," her husband continued to speak filth in her ear as he groaned, feeling her walls clamp on his cock deliciously.

"I will paint your walls with my seed. Make sure you carry my child," he groaned, lips finding her nipple to suck on. Tugging on the other with his fingers, he felt her back arch. A loud moan of his name and the clamping of her on him indicated her orgasm.

Aemond came a second later; grunting her name as he filled her to the brim.

"You love me right?" She asked after a while, turning to her husband who was yet to recover. With his face a slight shade of red, eye blown with pleasure, he turned to her with confusion. "Of course, I do."

"And would you do anything for me?"

"Yes."

The smirk on (Y/N)'s face was hid as she snuggled into the crook of his neck; words heating his skin as she whispered, alluringly: "I wish to side with my mother. And I wish for you to be with me."

The silence was deafening and for once, she thought that Aemond would sit up and the next minute, the cold blade of his sword plunging into her warm body. But it never did.

Instead, a light whisper was spoken into her hair.

"Then your wish is my command."

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hii, loved what you wrote!! I would like to request something else about Daemon.

Reader is Rhaenyra's older sister but is overlooked by Viserys, choosing her as heir even if she's younger than Reader and during the years she gets a bad reputation, like her children with Harwin and bad attitude over anyone.

Reader is married with Daemon, who's in love with her and nothing happens with Rhaenyra and he doesn't get exiled seeing as after the weddong they live on Dragonstone.

On Driftmark after Leana's funeral, where the children fights with Aemond, one of reader and Daemon child gets hurt, on the confrontation in the hall Daemon demands justice for his child and Rhaenyra shows her true colors, seeing as she was always jealous of them.

Viserys sees Rhaenyra for who she truly is and finally does something, like disinheir her and choosing reader or sonething else.

You choose the finale. Thankss

Author's Note- Thanks for requesting. It was indeed an interesting idea. Hope it is upto the mark.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

In The Stories

Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Summary- The stories sang the song of a certain dragon. (Y/N).

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Warnings- Steamy at one point, Slight Angsty I guess.

GIF Credits to @hurhenyratargaryen

In the stories of the dragons, the most glorious was of Queen (Y/N) Targaryen, also known to the people as (Y/N), the Kind. Married to her uncle, Daemon, they were among the few in the royal family who married for love; unlike the arranged ones.

As the eldest child of King Viserys and his dearest wife Aemma, she was supposed to be the loved one but it wasn't like that. Viserys neglected his eldest one for his younger daughter, Rhaenyra. The only member in her family who cared for the princess was the Rogue Prince.

When (Y/N) and Daemon married in the rituals of their ancestors, binding each other in flesh and blood, Viserys proclaimed Rhaenyra the heir of the realm. While (Y/N) wished not to be near that throne, when the servants of Dragonstone informed the princess of his father's disappointment regarding her marriage, the princess was left heartbroken.

She sat in her bed chambers, combing her silver hair as tears streamed down her eyes silently. The gold handle of the comb shone in the setting sun, just as the princess' silver long hair.

(Y/N) didn't notice Daemon entering the room, or him sitting behind her until his lips ghosted the skin of her neck. The Targaryen Princess jumped up in surprise, a gasp leaving her throat.

"Daemon? When did you come?" She asked, letting Daemon grip the comb in his calloused hands. "What happened, ñuha jorrāelagon?" (My love?) Daemon whispered, running the comb through her voluminous hair of molten silver. "Daorun, dōna." (Nothing, sweet)

"Mirros ēza massitas, gevie. Skoros iksis ziry?" (Something has happened, beautiful. What is it?) Daemon said, his lips pressing down to her exposed throat, the deep neckline giving him a lot of leverage to abuse the soft skin as he pleased. A soft moan left (Y/N)'s throat as she leaned into his lean yet muscular chest. "Daemon," she whined, as his lips left a trail down the column of her throat.

His fingers twirling her silver hair around his fingers. One of his hands traveled up to her face to wipe away the tears which left her violet eyes. His other gripped her waist as he smothered her neck and collarbone with kisses and bruises.

"Māzigon, ābrazȳrys. Ivestragī īlva gaomagon īlva gaomilaksir hae valzȳrys se ābrazȳrys." (Come, wife. Let us do our duty as husband and wife.)

Laena's sudden death shocked (Y/N) to the core. Her childhood companion had passed due to complications in childbirth. Her twin daughters were left without mother, something which (Y/N) was disturbed about.

"Ñuha gevie ābrazȳrys, issa isse lyks sir. Ivestragī zirȳla ēdrugon," (My beautiful wife, she is in peace now. Let her sleep) Daemon caressed her cheek, as she sighed, leaning into his touch. "I am aware, Dae. But, what of her daughters?" (Y/N) asked, concerned about Baela and Rhaena.

"They will be taken care of by Rhaenys, my dear. You should not stress yourself of anything," Daemon whispered, sitting down beside her on the bed, letting her lean her head on his chest.

"Did father speak to you?" (Y/N) queried, her fingers drawing circles on his thighs. "Briefly," Daemon replied curtly, caressing his wife's back, placing a kiss on her head.

A knock on the door interrupted the comforting silence, making Daemon groan as he stood up. "What is it?" He hissed as he opened the double door. "My prince, Prince Aegon and Princess Alyssa-" the guard's words were cut short as Daemon and (Y/N) rushed to the hall.

(Y/N) found her daughter and son standing beside Aemond who was getting something stitched on his face. Alyssa held a blooded piece of cloth to the side of her head, a few strand of her silver hair stained by blood.

"What happened?" She asked her daughter who ran to her, clutching to her mother's gown, tears streamed down her eyes. "They-they attacked Ae-Aemond, mother," Aegon spoke between hiccups while he clinched his fist around his father's shirt.

"Lucerys pushed her," Aemond spoke up, his voice trembling with anger, his fists clinched tightly by his sides. "I... I hit a... a stone," Alyssa said while (Y/N) caressed her hair, placing a kiss.

Daemon hugged his family as they watched from the corner how Viserys still tried to protect Rhaenyra, just like he always does. It broke (Y/N)'s heart how her daughter was hurt as well as Viserys' own son, yet he was only thinking of Rhaenyra and her bastard kids.

"Father," (Y/N) addressed as he announced that no one could say a word against her sister's offspring. "(Y/N)" his eyes widened as if he didn't know that she was present there. "What of my daughter? What was her mistake?" She asked, voice low but almost threatening.

Voice of a dragon.

"Your daughter is fine, sister. No harm done," Rhaenyra said smuggly as she eyed her sister's husband beside (Y/N). "No harm done? What about the poison of hatred that will be etched into my children's heart? What of the nightmares they shall had to endure just because your son couldn't control him?"

The eldest dragon was on verge of yelling, barely contained by the boundaries of family now. It was way past the limits and if no one would show Rhaenyra the limits, it would be (Y/N) herself.

"My daughter supported whosoever she believed to be right, but it is not your son's rights to push her away or hit her if she doesn't supports him," she continued, before turning to Viserys.

"Father, you always supported Rhaenyra, always. You gave her the best luxuries, I never said anything. You made her your cup bearer, I didn't objected. You crowned her the heir, I didn't objected. But now when my children are in the sphere of danger, I will object."

Daemon smirked as he kept their children close to himself. He had always encouraged his wife to speak and it seems that her daughter's seeping blood did wake the dragon inside her.

"Enough, (Y/N)," Viserys whispered, his eyes wide but he stayed still, as did everyone. Alicent looked at her eldest stepdaughter with a mixture of sympathy and pity.

"Rhaenyra breaks a law, it is always done for good. But if I did even a small thing for myself, why am I always wrong? Isn't it in our culture to marry in the family? I did it and I, alongside my husband, are kicked out of our home?"

Viserys couldn't meet his daughter's eyes as she asked questions after questions, all of them which stood valid.

"Why, father?"

(Y/N)'s eyes stinged with tears yet she stood there, holding her grounds as she stared at her father, fearless and feisty. Like a Dragon. She took another step, evading Viserys' personal space as she stated.

"I did everything to make you happy, to satisfy the council and people, to make you proud. And yet, what I get is a treatment not even broodmares get, father. Why? Because I resemble my mother? Or because I would never be Rhaenyra?"

"We shall be living tomorrow, brother," Daemon announced, escorting his wife and children out of the room while others only watched them with wide eyes.

(Y/N) and Daemon made sure that their son and daughter were prepared to fly back home. Their dragons resting upon the cliff, ready to make a flight on order.

"You should talk to him," Daemon encouraged as they watched Viserys walk towards them. "Why should I? He never treated me as his daughter," (Y/N) argued, her eyes wide and filled with disappointment.

"Daughter." It made (Y/N) both happy and sad at the same moment as Viserys called for her. She was realizing that it was the first time she was called that.

"Father," she nodded as she stepped forward, her eyes trained at the old man who smiled at her sadly. "I apologize for never giving you the attention I gave Rhaenyra, my dear. But I can never justify my behavior."

(Y/N) felt her eyes tear up as she smiled. She rubbed her hands as she took in a deep breath. "I don't wish for you to justify your behavior, father. I just wish that you try to understand me, just a bit."

"I will try, dear," Viserys smiled as he embraced her.

It was soon after that fateful day that it was announced that Princess (Y/N) will ascend to the throne after Viserys. A marriage was proposed between Prince Aemond and Princess Alyssa to strengthen the bonds.

And thus, she was called, (Y/N) the Kind.

[the-desilittle-bird]

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When Daemon was still relatively young, he was supposed to be married to Lady Y/n. She is from quite distant lands, so, when they met and greeted each other, the young prince heard an accent. The Lady was very calm and had no illusions about this union. Their walk was quiet and relatively pleasant.

One day, Prince Daemon Targaryen told his betrothed, that he did not love her. She just nodded calmly and understandingly. And she added, that she didn't love him either, but she was ready to work with him. And so it was. In her ladylike manner, she found excuses for him, and even protected the Prince. In general, remaining the same cold-blooded, the Lady was on the side of the Prince. Once she even let his drunken tears water her shoulder.

Once, Daemon managed to close his mouth, before saying, that he desperately likes her. He noticed, that she even began to speak without an accent, and learned the simplest sentences, like thanks and good morning wishes, in the language of his ancestors. Daemon knows for sure, that she didn't take lessons. So, she studied by herself?..

That morning, he planned to introduce the Lady to his dragon, but he was not allowed into her room. And by dinnertime, they reported, that the Lady had died suddenly. To say, that Daemon was upset, is to say nothing. He made a real storm. But that was a long time ago.

Now, after many years and events, he again entered the chambers, where his former fiancee lived and died. He had not dared to enter this room for many years, not sure why exactly. Daemon was not habitually very nervous. He thoughtlessly took a book from a drawer, to occupy his hands, and a piece of parchment and a dried flower fell out of the book at his feet. The one flower, he had given her. There was clearly a Lady's handwriting on the withered piece of paper. She was practicing writing in the language of Ancient Valyria. And among the pile of individual words, written with and without errors, the Prince was able to make out the sentences. "I think, Prince Daeman (he didn't take offense at the mistake) is very cete. I think, I like the Prince. Prabably, this is not good." And here it has already become a hurtful. There was also something written on the other side of the paper, it was her native dialect. Finally, he was able to translate the inscription. "Prince Daemon Targaryen has a very beautiful face. I even envy, how handsome he is. In a good way. I almost kissed him today, but I didn't. I can imagine, how terrible and embarrassing it would be. Feel bad all day again. Probably, it's because of the local climate."

Yes, he hasn't mentioned Y/n all these years, but that doesn't mean, he's forgotten about her.

Author's Note- No proof reading, so beware.

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In the Silence

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary- Sometimes you can never forget some people...

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Warnings- Angst in end

GIF Credits to @targaryensource

Marriage was just another, polite name for boundaries and the young prince hated them the most. So when Daemon was informed that he is to marry a lady from distant lands, he was beyond furious and had thrown a huge tantrum.

But the day he met Lady (Y/N), an amusement grew inside him. She talked in an accent, and unlike the other ladies, she was quite distant, speaking only when spoken too. Their walks would be spent in blissful silence, words never uttered until once.

"I don't love you," Daemon had said abruptly, making the lady nod calmly with understanding. "Neither do I, my prince. But I am ready to work the marriage out," she spoke with such an intelligence that Daemon was surprised.

Daemon observed how she would protect him, lying to the king and his brother when Daemon would do something wrong or sneak out of his room to visit the Flea Bottom.

"I wished to see the Flea Bottom, my king. Prince Daemon being generous offered to take me," Lady (Y/N) spoke in front of the king, Daemon's grandfather, how nodded. "The next time you both shall decide upon such things, take two guards with you."

The matter was dismissed and Daemon's respect for his betrothed grew by millions. A beginning of friendship was on the horizon.

Once, the Rogue Prince had came to her chambers, drunk and on the verge of breaking into tears. She had let him use her shoulder for comfort, cooing and soothing him until he fell asleep on her lap.

The next day, when Daemon woke up to a soft humming. He watched as (Y/N) combed through her soft hair, fingers softly holding the comb. He wished to spell those words out to her that day.

I have come to take a liking in to, my lady.

But the proud man couldn't, and so with a word of gratitude, he left her room and went directly to Dragon Pit. He would spend hours telling Caraxes about her, who would sit calmly listening, nudging his nose in Daemon's side.

Daemon started to notice how the lady's accent disappeared gradually, something he had a mixed feeling about. While the accent discomforted him from time to time, it distinguished (Y/N) from the others.

He was surprised when his ancestral language slipped out of her lips, delicate and slightly mispronounced as she greeted him. He started to brainstorm as to how did she learn Valyrian. He would have known if she was taking classes, and no one else except for his family knew this language.

Daemon's heart soared as he realized that she taught herself the language he held close to his heart.

The next day, as Daemon walked to his lady's chambers, the guards outside stopped him, denying him to enter or talk to (Y/N). With a broken heart, he had spent the day with Caraxes, telling him of the disappointment he experienced that day.

But when the Rogue Prince returned, he was told the news he hadn't expected at all. Lady (Y/N) had passed away.

It had been years since that and the young prince had grown into a cold warrior who takes pleasure in the wars and battles with frequent visits to the Street of Silk.

To everyone, the prince had long forgotten his late betrothed, but only Daemon knew the ache in his heart as he passed through the closed door which led to her chambers. A place which formerly smelt of lavender and citrus fruits.

With heavy heart, he walked in, looking around the layer of dust which had settled over the entire room. Dried bouquets of flowers on the bed, left as a tribute to the woman who stayed there; died there.

Daemon saw a book on the table near her bed. A thick book which he held in his eyes, a few parchment of papers falling from the inside along with a dried rose. One he had gifted her.

On the parchment was her handwriting, Valyrian words with mistakes littered on all the papers. "I suppose I like Prince Daeman." Read one of them.

The prince took in a deep breath, sitting down on the floor as he looked over the papers. All written in his language, talking about him and her growing love for him.

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he opened the book, her life written in her words. Praises of her land, the beauty she had seen, her feeling of discomfort on some days and at last in her native words, a letter addressed to him.

My mother always said that writing down everything makes everything easier. So, I write my feelings down today. I have been infuriated by how I feel towards the prince; my betrothed.

Prince Daemon has such a handsome face, I can almost feel my envy sometimes. But the growing love will only make everything complicated. How much I yearn to seek his lips, is a secret only I know.

My days of discomfort are more than those of reliefs, but I am sure it is nothing, perhaps my moon blood signaling its coming arrival. Perhaps something else. I don't know but for now, I wish to relish the moments of love. A love I am not entitled to at all.

People said that the Rogue Prince had no feelings, but if they saw him now, they would have not said that for tears dripped down his cheeks with lips trembling.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- Took a little break from studies and wrote this down. Hope you like it. Also, requests are always well appreciated.

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Never Yours

Daemon Targaryen x Niece!Reader;

Husband!Cregan Stark x Wife!Reader

Part 2

Summary- The Lady of Winterfell returns to her home to find a jealous loved ones and a broken lover

Tag List- @minaxcarter, @eliseline, @blackhoodlea, @little-moonbeam-666, @neenieweenie, @omgsuperstarg, @avalyaaa, @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @krokietinio, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @thekayarlene, @narcy, @helloitsshitzulover, @muushwrites, @daringboba, @bi2simps, @issybee0611, @yariany02, @agathe, @5moremin, @candypurplebutterfly, @saraelizabeth26, @moon-light1415, @targaryenmoony, @stargaryenx, @instabul, @shine101, @hyacinthus007, @mcam623, @eudximoniakr, @carissa_griffin7777, @marvelescvpe, @severewobblerlightdragon, @deltamoon666, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad, @ultrav0lence, @savagemickey03, @sunmoon-01

Warnings- Drunk & Angry!Daemon, Curse Words, Verbal Abuse (Sorry!), Westrosi Things...

GIF Credits to @thequeenwechoose

(Y/N) sat in the carriage, her daughter's hand in hers as she watched Aemma cooing to her youngest brother, Bran, only two summers old. (Y/N) had always wished for children, many; but she had never imagined to actually have them.

Cregan was a man of passion, as she had came to know in the years of their marriage. He was kind and honorable, but it was never him for the dragon princess. As much as she had came to love and respect the wolf lord, her heart belonged to another.

"We will be able to meet our cousins, right mother?" Viserys asked, excited to meet the cousins he had heard of. The worst part, the only bad part about living in the North was to tell her children about her family but never actually letting them meet.

But that changed when they received a raven from the king, asking them to march to the capital for some reasons kept unknown.

"Yes, you will, my love," (Y/N) smiled, watching out of the window of the carriage as it came to a halt in the huge courtyard of the keep. The door to the carriage opened and the Princess and Lady of North was the first one to step out of it, followed by her children.

A smile graced her face as she greeted her sister, standing beside her husband, her former lover uncle. "It's been quite some time since I saw you," Rhaenyra said with a smile, studying her sister who had grown up significantly.

"I didn't get time to visit between the responsibilities of North and motherhood," the second child of Viserys and Aemma said with a shrug before looking down shyly. "I have heard you have given birth to six children."

(Y/N) flushed at her sister's comment, whispering a small 'yes'. She heard her elder sister laugh, before she glided over to her children, all of whom stood in a perfect line as per their age.

Most of her children had took after their father while her eldest two sons were perfect replicas of herself. Silver hair and violet eyes with other worldly looks. They were her dearest of all.

Daemon and Viserys.

Rhaenyra smiled widely while on her inner side, she felt a sense of jealousy as she looked at (Y/N)'s children. Though most of them looked like the Stark Lord, only those with sharpest eyes could make out the small Valyrian features in them. May it be the lighter shade of browns as their hair, or the barely visible specks of lavender in their eyes.

Her children and (Y/N)'s both had a father not belonging to Valyrain descent and yet, (Y/N)'s children looked more like the dragons than her owns.

Her eyes studied her sister from far, observing the clear contrast they had started to have, unlike their youth. While Rhaenyra's waist had thickened after bearing her children, (Y/N)'s seem to be intact.

The few differences in (Y/N)'s looks were the length of her silver hair, which had grown significantly from the time she last saw her. Her skin seemed to glow in the sunshine brighter than it did before. And the size of her bosom; they had grown due to motherhood.

Rhaenyra was aware about her husband's relation with her sister, something she never felt envious about until the very moment she saw him eying her with longing in his eyes.

Daemon stood quietly in the side, watching as his once dear lover smiled at her children. Children he had not fathered.

He hated Viserys for sending her off to the North, to marry a Lord who couldn't treat her as she deserved to be and yet, here he stood, looking at her with an ache in his heart as she looked happy.

He could see the way Rhaenyra's gaze stop at (Y/N)'s figure. While motherhood blessed the younger sister with beauty of heaven; something she already possessed when she was married off, Rhaenyra's had neither increased nor decreased.

He could sense the envy of Rhaenyra as she looked at him. But he couldn't help himself, he couldn't stop gazing at her and regretted shouting at her that fateful night when everything changed.

(Y/N) sat in her chambers, braiding her silver hair as she prepared to sleep. A low humming echoed around the room as (Y/N) sang to herself a tune she heard from a feast.

Just then, did the silence ended when the doors to her chambers opened and a drunk Daemon stumbled in, speaking to himself about something she couldn't hear.

"Kepus, you are drunk," she stated, as she stood up, helping him to her bed, closing the door quickly. "No, I am angry," Daemon hissed, his eyes bloodshot as he looked in the eyes of his niece.

(Y/N) frowned, placing a hand on his cheek to make him look at her. "Is everything alright?" She asked with concern in her voice to which Daemon laughed bitterly. "Iksan se drēje dārilaros naejot se dēmalion! iksan, daor aōha mandia!" (I am the rightful heir to the throne! I am, not your sister!" Daemon exclaimed, making the princess flinch.

He grabbed her hair, forcing her to sit on her knees in front of his as he hissed on her face, "Istin sagon va se dēmalion daor mirri dārōñe dārilaros qilōni kostagon daor gaomagon mirros." (I must be on the throne not some royal princess who can't do anything.)

"Where were you, Daemon?" (Y/N) asked with tears in her eyes as she watched Daemon stood up and make his way to the window. "Lēda aōha līve mandia, ñuha jorrāelagon," (With your whore sister, my love) Daemon stated calmly, as if it was no big deal.

"I wonder what will my brother do when he comes to know that zȳhon riñi issi līve," (his girls are whores) Daemon chuckled darkly as he turned around with a mocking smile. "One is willing to bed me, while the other-" he walked towards (Y/N), gripping her jaw in his hand.

"Warms my bed every other day."

The sky was of hues of purple, yellow and red; a beautiful combination as the setting sun peaked out of the horizon. The sea water a mirror of the sky, with glittering diamonds above the waves which came and went.

(Y/N) stood on a cliff, her silver hair was out of her braids, freed and blowing with the breeze. Her black and red dress damced around her feet. Her eyes closed as she felt the air caressing her.

"Zaldrītsos," (Little dragon) came a voice which took away all the peace she felt, leaving her with only a broken heart. "Skoros gaomagon jaelā?" (What do you want?) She hissed, turning around.

When no answer came, she continued in a bitter tone, "Iā līve naejot bāne ao? īlen ivestretan ēdā iā ābrazȳrys syt bona." (A whore to warm you? I was told you had a wife for that.)

"I apologize for my words, (Y/N)" Daemon said, his eyes filling with tears as he let his head hang low in shame. It was the dragon princess' turn to laugh, though tears stinged in her eyes. "Apologize? What for now, uncle?"

"Īlen iā mittys naejot pendagon bona ao jorrāelatan nyke, yn daor, ao mērī jorrāelatan nyke syt ñuha jaelagon naejot gaomagon gaomilaksir hen iā ābrazȳrys." (I was a fool to think that you loved me, but no, you only loved me for my wish to do duty of a wife.)

At last, a tear escaped the Rogue Prince's eyes as he let the truth in her words sank in. He walked to her, kneeling down as he cried silently. "You are right," he only whispered, surprising the dragon princess who stood speechless.

"I was only a selfish man who wanted the throne and nothing else. I was a fool not to see who loved me or not," he admitted as (Y/N) knelt next to him, letting him cry on her shoulder.

"It is too late now to regret, Daemon," she whispered as she let her lips hover over his cheek. "We have families to look for, duties to uphold," she continued, as her own tears escaped.

Daemon's grip on her waist tightened as he heard her words. "Let's run away," he whispered into the crook of her neck, catching (Y/N) off guard. "We can't just leave, Daemon," she said sadly.

"What of our children?" She asked, gripping his bicep as she looked at him, expecting no answer. Daemon could only sigh, his eyes heavy as he placed his head on her shoulder as slowly, tears gathered in all the years without her came out.

Both (Y/N) and Daemon knew none of their wishes could come true, as what was done is done and the future is set already...

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- Writing for Daemon after a long time but here I am. Hope you all like it. Requests are always open and appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Dreams and Dragons

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary- The Targaryens and Hightowers celebrate the birth of (Y/N) and Otto's son but all is not as it seems...

Tag List- @minaxcarter, @eliseline, @Blackhoodlea, @little-moonbeam-666, @neenieweenie, @omgsuperstarg, @avalyaaa, @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @krokietinio, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @thekayarlene, @narcy, @helloitsshitzulover, @muushwrites, @daringboba, @bi2simps, @issybee0611, @yariany02, @agathe, @5moremin, @candypurplebutterfly, @saraelizabeth26, @moon-light1415, @targaryenmoony, @stargaryenx, @instabul

Warnings- Implied cheating, Incest, Arguments

GIF Credits to @gameofthronesdaily

"He looks like my dear sister, Otto," Viserys commented with a loving smile, his hand caressing the silver hair on his newborn nephew's head. Otto Hightower could only nod stiffly as he stood by his daughter's side, eyeing the Targaryen lady with disdain, while on the other hand, the lady wife of the Hand basked in the afterglow of childbirth.

"He truly does, Viserys," (Y/N) said with a smile which turned into a smirk as she gazed down at her newborn child. Only the eagle-eyed people could make out the sharp yet beautifully hidden differences in her baby to her.

And the fortunate similarities between the child and his father uncle.

The structure of his nose, the violet colour of his eyes instead of her lavender ones. The straight silver hair instead of her natural loose curls.

He had adopted her mother's lips, bone structure and eye shape. His fingers curling around the princess' index finger.

"Where is Daemon?" (Y/N) asked, looking at Viserys with doe eyes. "Must be in exile," Otto muttered, making his second-wife frown. "Don't tell me you exiled him again," she sighed, looking down at her child.

"I am right here sister."

(Y/N)'s face brightened up as she looked up to find her twin striding in with something tucked carefully beneath his hand. A smirk plastered over his angular face as he stopped beside Viserys.

Leaning down, Daemon caressed the soft platinum hair on the new Prince's head. "He is a strong boy. Much like his father," Daemon commented with a smirk, looking at Otto teasingly.

"Indeed," Viserys beamed, glancing between Otto and Daemon, unknowing to the truth behind the statement. Daemon offered Viserys a smile, sitting down next to (Y/N)'s legs.

"What is that, Dae?" Daemon's twin asked, gesturing to the hidden object beneath his hand. Daemon smirked, carefully presenting her with the dragon egg he had personally picked up for his child.

Gasps filled the room as everyone stepped closer to study the egg. "He is a child-" "He is a Targaryen," Daemon interrupted Otto's protest. Otto huffed, ready to shoot another reason or comment targeted towards the Rogue Prince.

"He is, my prince. But he is a merely newborn and what will happen if my son is presented with a dragon a few moons after this day? Surely nothing much," Otto hissed.

Daemon scowled, placing the egg next to an amused (Y/N) and stood up, walking to Otto. With his hands behind his back, Daemon could easily intimidate any warrior or Lord with a single glance.

"It does matter, my lord. Dreams and dragons are extremely important for Targaryens," Daemon stated, annoyed to the core. "True. But if I remember correctly, Daenys the Dreamer had no dragon. Surely, dreams are more important to you all; for because of them, the Targaryens came to rule the Seven Kingdoms."

Daemon chuckled, shaking his head in denial. (Y/N), Viserys and Alicent watched with interest as the known enemies fought verbally over a dragon's egg.

"Dreams didn't make us kings... dragons did, my lord," Daemon said, making (Y/N) smirk. "Truth brother," she added, making the side of Daemon's lip tug up in a smirk.

"Anyway, Daemon. I am yet to name my son and I would wish for you to suggest something," (Y/N) said with a smile; almost teasing to her lord husband and Hand.

Daemon nodded, a loving smile on his face as he glided his way to take his place in front of (Y/N) and his child. His hand placed on his son's head softly.

Both (Y/N) and Daemon had discussed about names before, when they were young. Both unmarried and together. Only one thing had not changed during the entire transformation of their relationship. That was, they were still madly in love.

"Baelon."

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hello lovely!! Can you do one where the reader has given birth to Daemon Targaryen daughter that blessed to a god?? (Aphrodite

Author's Note- So, this is extremely short and not up to the mark but it is due to my freaking exams but only two days and I am free! I used the Valyrian Goddess of beauty instead of Aphrodite because it made more sense to me at least. So I hope you have no problem.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Blessings of the Goddess

Daemon Targaryen x Wife!Reader

Summary- The Goddess decided to visit her children as the time grew closer...

Tag List- @minaxcarter, @eliseline, @blackhoodlea, @little-moonbeam-666, @neenieweenie, @omgsuperstarg, @avalyaaa, @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @krokietinio, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @thekayarlene, @narcy, @helloitsshitzulover, @muushwrites, @daringboba, @bi2simps, @issybee0611, @yariany02, @agathe, @5moremin, @candypurplebutterfly, @saraelizabeth26, @moon-light1415, @targaryenmoony, @stargaryenx, @instabul, @shine101, @hyacinthus007, @mcam623, @eudximoniakr, @carissa_griffin7777, @marvelescvpe, @severewobblerlightdragon, @deltamoon666, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad, @ultrav0lence, @savagemickey03, @sunmoon-01, @literishdegree99, @watercolorskyy, @Lady-Juliettes

Warnings- Steamy and then complete fluff. Dad!Daemon 😍

GIF Credits to @bonniebird

His soft lips ran down her exposed shoulder, leaving light kisses and brushes as they moved down. His hair caressing her jaw while his one hand rubbed her swollen belly. The other was working its way to slowly remove the dress which was clinging to her body.

Her breathy moans and gasps had Daemon groaning above him as he moved kiss the exposed parts of her chest. Her sensitive nipples brushed against the fabric of her dress confining her body uncomfortably.

A kick inside her body made her groan and push a heavily breathing Daemon away as her face contracted with agony. On the other hand, Daemon looked at (Y/N) with pouty lips.

"What happened?" His face sobered as he saw his wife clutching her belly. The Prince's dear wife only sighed, rubbing her huge belly as she felt her hyperactive child moving inside her, landing punches and kickes at whatever it could find.

"Has she started again?" Daemon asked as he laid his hand over her belly, rubbing it while kissing it softly, not to hurt or cause discomfort to the love of his life.

It was both funny and enduring how the Rogue Prince decided to declare the still unborn child a daughter and decide for Alyssa or Visenya as a name. Never considering a boy like other lords and princes.

"Can I ask you something, Dae?" (Y/N) asked softly, her hands moving to draw circles on the back of his hand. Daemon raised his eyebrows while smiling. He moved to sit against their bed frame, before pulling his wife to let her rest on his chest.

"Yes, darling."

"Skoro syt gaomagon ao pendagon bona se riña iksis iā tala?" (Why do you think that the child is a daughter?)

Daemon smiled and placed a kiss on (Y/N)'s bare shoulder. The prince leaned back with his eyes closed as he repeated the vivid dream from a few moons past.

"I was in this beautiful garden with pathways of marble and exotic trees lining them. Flowers surrounded the entirety of the garden while the sun had a warm glow to its light. Birds chirped a song unknown to us.

And then, emerged an extremely beautiful lady. Deep, lavender eyes with the most purest of silver strands. She was dressed in a fine red dress of silk. Her long neck and wrists adorned with jewelry of valyrian steel.

She introduced herself as Tessarion, the Goddess of Beauty. She talked about our unborn child, declaring that our child is her avatar. Her reincarnation in a human form.

Since that day, I could only think of the child and remember that dream and that serene and beautiful face and feel as if... as if she is my daughter. Our daughter."

Daemon's hand rubbed his wife's baby bump while his wife looked at him with wonder. Her (E/C) eyes wide with tears glimmering in them like stars in a clear night sky.

"Then, our child is a daughter."

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hello my darling! If you don't mind, I'd like to ask for something similar to "For a Better Future", but for the prince Daemon. Maybe even a little more tragic... Thank you very much! Love you!

AN- Took me some time but here it is... set after Rhaenyra's wedding to Laenor; with the assumption of Rhea still being alive and Daemon not marrying Laena (My fearless love ❤)...

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

For Them

Daemon Targaryen x Sister!Reader

Summary- The ghost of past never leaves; it comes back to haunt, in a way or the other...

Tag List- @minaxcarter, @eliseline, @blackhoodlea, @little-moonbeam-666, @neenieweenie, @omgsuperstarg, @avalyaaa, @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @krokietinio, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @thekayarlene, @narcy, @helloitsshitzulover, @muushwrites, @daringboba, @bi2simps, @issybee0611, @yariany02, @agathe, @5moremin, @candypurplebutterfly, @saraelizabeth26, @moon-light1415, @targaryenmoony, @stargaryenxshelby, @instabul, @shine101, @hyacinthus007, @mcam623, @eudximoniakr, @carissa_griffin7777, @marvelescvpe, @severewobblerlightdragon, @deltamoon666, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad, @ultrav0lence, @savagemickey03, @sunmoon-01, @literishdegree99, @watercolorskyy, @Lady-Juliettes, @cherryaemond, @chaotic-fangirl-blog, @nats-whore

Warnings- Quite Angsty and Daemon v/s Otto

GIF Credits to @leave-me-colourless

Life has been a living imprison of hell for Daemon in the last few weeks. His claim on the throne is gone and now, his niece becomes the claimant of the Iron Throne and his brother's titles once he leaves the world to join their ancestors in fire.

His bronze bitch has written to him; threatening that if something is to come to their daughter than she shall have his head for it. The audacity she possessed to write those words to the Lord Commander of the Gold Clocks.

His daughter. The sole good thing in his life, is busy dancing and laughing at something amusing; lively and happy in her own little world, with her selfless cousin.

(Y/N)'s eldest son.

He and his little sister have always been close, since her birth honestly. Their parents always content with how Daemon would stick to her side; protecting her from everything. Viserys found it amusing but who cared?

The closeness turned into a sweet relation between them where love manifested underneath sarcastic comments and eye rolls. But then, Daemon found out of the pleasures he could experience in the Flea Bottom. The pleasure houses and taverns became his second home; and (Y/N) grew distant to him.

It was to no surprise that she wished to protect her dignity and reputation in the court of Jaehaerys, their dear grandfather. She was his favourite, also their grandmother's. And why would she not be? She was a great lady, with sharp features of Old Valyria and wits to match them.

After the Old King dies and Viserys ascends the throne, Daemon proposes to marry his sister in the traditions of their house and of Old Valyria and continue their bloodline as a man and wife should; but he was far too late.

Otto Hightower, the cunt of man and the Hand of the new King, had already asked for the princess' hand in marriage; unifying their houses with a holy union.

Daemon had almost murdered that son of a bit h that day, if only the King's Guard hadn't restrained him and (Y/N) hadn't asked him to stop. Tears slipped past her cheeks as she assured him that all was fine; that she was fine, everything was.

And soon after that night, he found himself marrying Rhea Royce and consummating their marriage in a drunken haze; moaning his sister's name instead of his lady wife's. That night was enough to make her bear his child; his daughter.

He had watched silently from the shadows as the Hand married his sweet sister; consummated the deed on their first night and impregnated her with his seed. Three children, he counted, and fourth on the way.

The eldest of them, a boy bearing the name of their father, had took an interest in his daughter, Alyssa. They made a beautiful couple together, Daemon had to admit, but they resembled them in the worst way.

Alyssa had took after her father, inheriting nothing from her mother but her sharp wits and bold statements. On the other hand, Baelon had nothing of his father; everything in him was his mother's, everything (Y/N)'s.

"They look beautiful together."

Tears brim up as he turned to the serene face of his sister, heavy with the Shittower's child... again. Daemon had noticed that the Hand wasn't as blind as his brother; letting (Y/N) recover fully from her previous pregnancy before moving on to another.

At least something isn't bad about him.

"They resemble us." The grunt was loud, capturing the attention of all who sat on the table. Alicent. Otto. (Y/N)'s third child, Saera and Viserys. But all the lady did was dismiss them with a smile as she turned to her dear brother; a protective hand on her bump as she spoke.

"Isn't it the beauty of it?" She queried, wisdom lining each word of hers, just as their grandmother. Daemon had always loved that about her; how she took a small piece from their dead ancestors. May it be their mother's rebellious nature; or Alyssane's wisdom.

"I see no beauty in it; but only tragedy," he whispers, reaching for his cup of wine which he gulped down in three huge sums. Turning back to his sister, he only focused on her face; one which was turning much identical as their mother's as she aged.

"We can change their fates, Dae. We only need to fix our broken relationship," she replied calmly, placing a hand on his shoulder as he rolled his eyes. From his peripheral view, he saw Alyssa grab Baelon's collar, leaning up to place a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips.

"How can we? Your husband won't let his son marry Alyssa," he growled, watching as Otto kept a vigilant eye on their children. "Baelon isn't just his son. He is equally mine and he will marry whosoever he wishes to."

A silence fell upon them and Daemon was catapulted back in the times when they would ride their dragons together; acting to be Aegon the Conqueror and his sister-wife Visenya. Those were the times of delight; where they were just themselves.

"For them, Daemon."

"Fine," he grunted, his eyes burning into hers as she smiled brightly at him. Her fingers squeezing his hands reassuringly, before standing up with a slight groan.

"I would have loved to go riding with you, but this little one has made walking hard for me," he hears her say, which only made him laugh as he shook his head. His hand hovered over her enlarge stomach, eyes glancing up in a silent permission.

"Go ahead."

Caressing her bump softly, he felt the baby move inside her; a light sensation of it kicking just beneath his hand had him tear up as he smiled. During the time Rhea was with Alyssa, she never let him come near her, lest touch her bump. To feel the sensation father's expect to feel the most; it filled him with ecstasy.

Standing up, he turned to watch their sweet children together. His eyes softening as he saw the reflection of young Daemon and (Y/N) dancing in front of him; happy and beside them, was a Lord and Lady. Both old and happy.

The scene was almost metaphorical; a past they had and a future they could have had if he had been quick in front of him. And while he would forever mourn the future he didn't have, Daemon was grateful for the moments spent in her arms; of peace and solace and love.

"For them."

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hey dear! I saw that your requests are open and I was wondering if I could get a imagine/oneshot Daemon x wife!poc fem Reader (dornish maybe?) inspired by "jhute ilzaam" by Umrao jaan, please? (with happy ending) feel free to ignore.

AN- I loved it! Thanks for the ask sweetie. Hope you find it as per your liking.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading

False Accusations

Daemon Targaryen x Martell!Reader

Summary- And sometimes false accusations end with a beautiful evening...

Tag List- @minaxcarter, @eliseline, @blackhoodlea, @little-moonbeam-666, @neenieweenie, @omgsuperstarg, @avalyaaa, @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @krokietinio, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @thekayarlene, @narcy, @helloitsshitzulover, @muushwrites, @daringboba, @bi2simps, @issybee0611, @yariany02, @agathe, @5moremin, @candypurplebutterfly, @saraelizabeth26, @moon-light1415, @targaryenmoony, @stargaryenx, @instabul, @shine101, @hyacinthus007, @mcam623, @eudximoniakr, @carissa_griffin7777, @marvelescvpe, @severewobblerlightdragon, @deltamoon666, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad, @ultrav0lence, @savagemickey03, @sunmoon-01, @literishdegree99, @watercolorskyy, @Lady-Juliettes, @cherryaemond, @chaotic-fangirl-blog, @nats-whore

Warnings- Tooth-rooting fluff and it gets steamy at a point. Implied smut.

GIF Credits to @thelekhikawrites

Kaun kisko yaha bhala samajha

Humne kya samajha tumne kya samajha

"Do what I hear is right?" The Dornish princess asked, her fingers combing through her dark tresses. Her dark eyes gazed accusingly at her husband who seemed not fazed by her statement, casual as always.

Instead, the Rogue Prince drew closer to her, like a moth to burning fire. His long fingers caressed the dusky skin of her shoulder; the thread of her heavy necklace sat sternly on the bare skin, barely grazing the rough padding of his digits.

"And what do you hear, my little sun?" He called dearly, fingers running down to the thread which held her translucent nightwear together. "Now, that you are here, make some work on the threads of the necklace."

With a roll of his eyes, Daemon started to carefully undo the knots holding one of the symbolic representation of the riches of House Martell of Dorne. But whilst his pursues, he observed the little frown shadowing over her face.

"What has stolen the smile of your face, beloved?" He asked, once all the knots were undone and the jewelry was placed carefully on her vanity. His fingers massaging the muscles of her tensed shoulder.

"Queen Alicent had decided to enlighten me upon a particular... interest of yours," she said, her teeth sinking into her lower lip while her hands slapped his hands off.

"Which one?" Daemon asked with a frown tugging over his eyebrows. His hands crossed over his chest; eyes skimming over his lady wife; his little sun; his Dornish princess.

"Were you in an intimate relation with Rhaenyra?"

The prince was left in a deep silence; his eyes boring deep into her brown irises which resembled the drenched soil after the arrival of first rain; the earthen warmth they held were lost as tears welled up in them.

"Were you, Daemon?"

Of course he was. How could the prince forget it. But that was before (Y/N) came in his life; dancing and singing like one of the angels from the heaven, with hair so dark that they could challenge the Maiden herself.

Her smile which brightened up his entire life; making him forget about the misery of his life and drown in the rain of love she showered over him.

"I was."

"And does the relationship still exist?"

The hope in her eyes resembled the flame of a burning candle; little but bright. Her pink lips resembled the petals of the softest rose. Her skin like gold; or the beautiful colour of tea she makes when he couldn't sleep.

"No."

"And how shall I accept that it isn't a lie?"

Daemon chuckled, his hands guiding her to stand up. Forcing her to face him, to look into his violet eyes with her dark ones. In her eyes, he saw in them the childlike stubbornness and with them was love.

"What can I do to make you believe it?"

Meri aankho me jo achhe nahi lagte aansu

Toh jalaya na karo mujhko sataya na karo

"I hate it when you cry," he whispers, cupping her cheek as his fingertip massaged the muscles beneath her eyes, softly with great care. "Then don't make me cry then," she replied in an equally low voice, the stubbornness leaking through her voice.

"Apologies, my love," he says, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the corner of her lips. The sharp intake of breath pleased the prince as he retracted his face only a few inches.

"Apologize better," (Y/N) argued, turning around with her arms folded in front of her. Her eyes focused over the reflection of herself and her now smirking husband, who only stepped closer to her, towering over her petite stature.

"I. Hate. Tears. In. Your. Beautiful. And. Erotic. Eyes."

Each word was accentuated by a kiss, starting from her shoulder to her neck. The shiver which ran down her spine excited him.

"Stop the seduction," she hissed, eyes widening as she took a few steps away from her prideful husband, unconsciously moving towards the bed she shared with her lord husband.

Daemon only huffed a laugh, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he stepped closer to her; like a predator hunting it's prey in the quiet of a dense forest.

"Those are just another false accusations, ñuha byka vēzos," (My little sun) Daemon said, his fingers slowly crawling over the expanse of his broad chest, undoing the ties which hold the black tunic together, slow as a turtle.

"It hurts me, Daemon," she whispers with a bite on her lower lip, blinking her lashes to prevent the fall of her tears.

Jhute iljaam meri jaan lagaya na karo

Dil hai najuk ise tum aise dukhaya na karo

"These false accusations hurts my weak heart as well, my lady love," Daemon admits, exposing his lean chest to the hungry eyes of his wife. His tunic was left abandoned on the floor, while his finger grazed the covered skin of her side, just below her bossom.

"My lord, I was just... scared to lose you."

"You would never lose me, my sunshine."

His lips touched the smooth skin of her collarbone, a small hum of pleasure leaving the throat of the exotic beauty he was fortunate enough to marry. The little moan had him growling; his teeth biting the skin below her ear softly.

"Daemon, please."

The smirk on his face grew, his fingers finding home on her waist. Her dark brown locks touching his rough fingers, a soft touch like a mother's to her little child.

"Lets remove the false accusations from your mind."

[the-desilittle-bird]

A part 2 for Never Yours in the works? 🙏🏼😂

AN- And Yes! I am alive. Sorry for going on a hold but I had some existential crisis over my writing skills. And even now, I feel that this piece is not good enough.

Also, I have added a few more characters. So, have a look and if anyone wants to request something then go ahead. Also all the requests I already have in my inbox will be posted soon.

So now, here it goes...

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

The Dragon of North

Daemon Targaryen x Niece!Reader;

Cregan Stark x Wife!Reader

Part 1

Summary- And all begins to fallout as the Dance begins to start...

Tag List- @minaxcarter, @eliseline, @blackhoodlea, @little-moonbeam-666, @neenieweenie, @omgsuperstarg, @avalyaaa, @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @krokietinio, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @thekayarlene, @narcy, @helloitsshitzulover, @muushwrites, @daringboba, @bi2simps, @issybee0611, @yariany02, @agathe, @5moremin, @candypurplebutterfly, @saraelizabeth26, @moon-light1415, @targaryenmoony, @stargaryenx, @instabul, @shine101, @hyacinthus007, @mcam623, @eudximoniakr, @carissa_griffin7777, @marvelescvpe, @severewobblerlightdragon, @deltamoon666, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad, @ultrav0lence, @savagemickey03, @sunmoon-01, @literishdegree99, @watercolorskyy, @Lady-Juliettes, @cherryaemond, @chaotic-fangirl-blog, @nats-whore

Warnings- Westeros politics and Daemon being himself

GIF Credits to @thequeenwechoose

Staying in the King's Landing never felt more discomforting than now for (Y/N). It had been near to two full weeks that she, along with her family, resided in the Maegor's Keep and to avoid both her sister and her former lover was becoming next to impossible.

Cregan had noticed, and queried time and again, every passing night as to what ails her; what makes her disappear in thin air when either of her sister or uncle appears in the sight.

(Y/N) wanted to tell him all as it is. The truth. But she knew what would happen if the truth came out. Her family will break as the poison of doubt will creep gradually; sinking its teeth deep into Cregan's mind.

The princess turned when she heard the sound of her name, Alicent held a soft smile as she sipped on her tea, the sun casting a bright glow on her face, accentuating her features a bit; but Alicent was a pretty lady from the beginning, sometimes making the princess envious of her, but their beauties were also different.

"Yes, my queen?" She replied in a light voice, her eyes drifting of to where Aemma conversed with Aemond while Daemon and Viserys played with the eldest son of Alicent; the firstborn son her father and the king.

"I was wishing to speak to you about a proposal," the Queen says calmly, twisting to face the Lady of the North, who does the same once she realizes that whatever is about to come is important, if not urgent.

"Aemond and Aemma makes a good pair."

(Y/N) turned to glance at her child; her eldest daughter. Her dark hair where braided back in a loose Northern braid, keeping the tresses away from her grey eyes which resembled her father's. Aemma was the representation of her paternal house; the Northern beauty residing in each single feature of her.

"I understand what you speak of, my queen. But this decision is not only mine to make," the mother of six said gently, her violet eyes genuine just as her smile as she gave the Queen's hand a comforting squeeze.

"Of course, my princess. Lord Cregan has every right to own about the matters of his daughter's betrothal," Alicent said with a soft, polite smile, returning her gaze back to the place where their children played in harmony.

Bran and Allaric were in the nursery which belonged to (Y/N) when she was a baby. The entire decor had been based on the colours of her house; red and black with dragon motifs here and there.

"My queen, if you don't mind, can I leave? I should go and find my lord husband," (Y/N) said, leaving the comforts of the cushioned chair to see where her husband is. "Of course, I have no issues, my lady."

With a polite bow of her head, the Dragon of the North strided confidently in the direction of the Small Council's chamber. She had a vague idea that Cregan would be discussing the upcoming winter and trades with her father and the Hand.

Taking a turn, a hand clasped over her mouth, dragging her to a dark corner while she withered violently, trying to escape from the death grip on her waist.

"Easy, zaldrīzes." (dragon)

The hand from her mouth was removed and (Y/N) turned to meet the identical violet eyes of her uncle. His hand still held her waist while the empty one cupped the side of her neck, caressing like lulling her to a sweet sleep.

"Skoriot naejot, ñuha zaldrītsos?" (Where to, my little dragon) He whispered, his breath caressing the skin stretching over her cheeks, warming it delightfully. His hand from her waist traveled up to her cheek, soft yet firm in its place, just as she remembered.

"Cregan might be in the Small Council's chamber," she whispered back, her eyes taking him in slowly, biting her lips as the moments spent in intimacy fogged her mind; outweighing her better judgment of just pulling away.

"Kostagon ao daor emagon iā moment syt aōha kepus?" (Can you not have a moment for your uncle?) He asked, his blonde hair caressing her ears delicately. He had always took pride in his long hair, always caring for it just as he did for Caraxes.

Before (Y/N) could speak of anything, the distant voice of her husband made her step away; her breath heavy and deep as she tried to compose herself.

Daemon ran his hand through his long hair, eyes darkening with frustration as a scowl appeared on his face; definitely not at all happy with the spell of the moment being broken.

"My love," the dragon princess found herself greeting her husband with a small smile, her hand slipping into his larger one as he leaned down for a kiss on her cheek, a silent whisper caressing the skin: "my dragon".

"Young love."

The scoff from Daemon was hardly concealed by the fake cough of his, but his act was only rewarded by his weak brother before the king turned to his daughter and good son; the Lord and Lady of Winterfell.

"I hope your discussions were pleasant," the lady said with a small smile; doing her best to make a short conversation before departing for her chambers in the considerably quiet wing of the Maegor's Keep.

"Indeed, my lady. This winter would be easier with the aids our king promises to provide," Cregan admitted, squeezing their intertwined hands in a soft way of reassurance. His grey gaze caressed her face softly; like the most expensive silk on a skin.

"I am glad we could help, my lord," Viserys said with a smile before a fit of coughs embraced him. Leaning heavily on the wall, the king tried to suppress the heavy coughing but to no avail would it go.

"Call the maester," Daemon ordered, rushing to his brother's side as he softly helped his brother upward while (Y/N) rubbed her father's back in an attempt to comfort him, but it seemed that nothing worked.

"(Y/N), you go, I shall see to it that he is well."

"But kepus-"

"-Go."

"Queen Alicent proposed something to me today."

The Wolf Lord looks up from the book he acquired from the Royal Library. The extensive collection of rare and precious books enabled him to find some which one could never find in the North; and being the husband of the Dragon Princess, nobody would deny him the books.

"And what did she propose?"

His features softened as he watched her dear wife with a keen eye. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back in perfect soft curls; her violet eyes soft and unwavering as she glanced at him through mirror while combing the last of her tresses.

"She wishes for Aemma to be betrothed to Aemond. A way to unite our houses," (Y/N) said, standing up from the vanity as she softly made her way to their shared bed.

"Unite the North to the Crown or unite you with her family?" Cregan queried, placing the book down on his side as his lady wife crawled to him. "I am not sure," she hummed, situating her face on his chest while his hands came in contact with her soft locks of snow.

"Then let us not dwell on it yet."

[the-desilittle-bird]

AN- Cause I love a good Angst and this song makes me feel the most sweetest of pain.

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Without Him

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary- Years went by and you come face to face with him again...

(Italics is Past Memories and Bold + Italics is Lyrics)

Tag List- @minaxcarter, @eliseline, @blackhoodlea, @little-moonbeam-666, @neenieweenie, @omgsuperstarg, @avalyaaa, @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @krokietinio, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @thekayarlene, @narcy, @helloitsshitzulover, @muushwrites, @daringboba, @bi2simps, @issybee0611, @yariany02, @agathe, @5moremin, @candypurplebutterfly, @saraelizabeth26, @moon-light1415, @targaryenmoony, @stargaryenxshelby, @instabul, @shine101, @hyacinthus007, @mcam623, @eudximoniakr, @carissa_griffin7777, @marvelescvpe, @severewobblerlightdragon, @deltamoon666, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad, @ultrav0lence, @savagemickey03, @sunmoon-01, @literishdegree99, @watercolorskyy, @Lady-Juliettes, @cherryaemond, @chaotic-fangirl-blog, @nats-whore

Warnings- Very angsty and arranged marriages

GIF Credits to @samantadeca-blog

Zindagi Le Ke Aayehe Hai Beete Din Ki Kitaab

Ghere Hain Ab Humein Yaadein Be-Hisab

Standing at the entrance of Maegor's Keep with his family, Daemon's mind wandered into the alley of nostalgia, reminiscing upon the bittersweet memories of their shared love. All before everything shattered right in their hands.

And now, standing there, he could feel the memories reeling in his mind, reflecting deep into his eyes as he felt the love and the ache of heartbreak from years ago.

Blinking back his feelings away, he felt his heart stop as his amethyst eyes looked upon her magnificent form, mature with years of experience in the foreign lands of Essos alongside her husband. Her two children following her, a spiting image of their mother.

Laughter echoed in his head, a perfect symphony of his and her. Soft moans and whimpers; accompanying his grunts as the nights of their passion together resurfaced.

Daevon, her eldest son, was originally his. He knew that, and so did she. But no one else needed to know of it; not that it is necessary until no one suspected anything.

Bin Poochhe Mile Mujhe Kitne Sare Jawab

Chaha Tha Kya, Paya Hai Kya, Humne Dekhiye

Dil Mein Magar Jalte Rahe, Chaahat Ke Diye

Daemon was young and unaware as he came from Dragonstone, only to be made aware of his sister's wedding to a man who didn't deserve her. No one deserved her; no one but him. But sitting there as Viserys lectured a stoic him and crying (Y/N), he felt the tinge of guilt simmer in him.

"You disgrace me, Daemon! And you had no right to defile our sister but here we are! She is to be married, and you shall remain as far away as physically possible."

Daemon didn't want it; the lecture. He only wanted answers; answer to his many questions: Why can't he marry her? Why is he not compatible enough for her? Who knows her better than him? Who is better for her than him?

But it seemed that he didn't need to ask them as Viserys continued his rambling. "She is far better than you; too pure for your damned soul. You are just a man made ugly by the darkness which lurks in your heart. A darkness I intend on keeping away from (Y/N)!"

In a fortnight, she was married, right in front of his eyes with a grim expression while her husband placed a kiss over her plump and full lips, painted bright rosy. The tears in her eyes gone unnoticed by all but him.

It had been a bit less than a decade since it; since he witnessed that foreign lord pry your legs open, since your sweet, sinful moans turned into small whimpers of pain.

It was cruel; how Viserys thought it right to have the council witness the union being consummated. It was cruel how he had made Daemon watch her clinging onto the pristine white sheets to find a way to cope with the pain.

And even then, he loved her; more than anything or anyone in the world.

Kya Kahoon Duniyaa Ne Kiya, Mujh Se Kaisa Bair

Hukm Tha..? Main Jiyun Lekin Tere Baghair

Her eyes found his in only a matter of seconds, and all which was left unspoken between them were proclaimed, wordlessly yet the tears in them spoke volumes for them.

It was wrong, what happened with them. And especially what happened to (Y/N). Adultery in Westeros committed by a woman meant death but their kind brother let her live... upon one condition.

That order?

Stay away from Daemon; without him.

As if it wasn't death in itself, the swift stab of her eldest brother's words twisting in her hear; only to evoke tears which would never fall.

Love caused them the pain they never wished to experience. To live with a love unrequited; being so close and yet so far. Like the sky and sea. Together but never meeting. A sad tragedy left unsung.

Tere Liye Hum Hain Jiye, Har Aansoo Piye

Tere Liyeh Hum Hain Jiye, Honthon Ko Siye

Dil Mein Magar Jalte Rahe, Chahat Ke Diye

Tere Liye, Tere Liye

She came and she left, like a gust of wind. A strong wind which created havoc in his life and left. And what remained behind was only a letter, addressed to him; sealed in the coal of their house, the three-headed dragon.

"Years ago, he told me that I shall not cry for your sake. That I shall drink down the tears and smile. For sake, I shall keep my lips shut tight, never uttering a word which is nor expected of me. But Dae, the fire of your love still blazes bright in my heart. And it belongs to you and only you.

Perhaps not in this life but in the next. I shall be yours. Body. Mind. Soul."

It was the last thing he heard of her; before the news of her passing came. And the sound of crack was loud, as his heart shattered and crumbled into a zillion pieces.

Without him; she lived and left.

Without him...

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- And after gods know how much time later, I decided to write the second part of Twisted Feelings.

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Twisted Love

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

Part 1 • Part 2

Summary- Weeks have passed and the twisted feelings have turned into something else...

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Warnings- Suicidal Thoughts, Attempt to Suicide, Aemond, Manipulation, Arranged Marriage

GIF Credits to @imagine-all-the-things

Weeks have passed and (Y/N)'s wounded eye had healed enough to be covered with a not-so-flattering eyepatch. Though her patch was not much identical to her uncle's, it reminded her of him; the twisted man her uncle was.

She vaguely remembered Alicent's shocked expression and Otto Shittower's yelling while she was on verge of passing out on her uncle's shoulder from the pain.

It teared (Y/N) up to think that she was to live in this place for a long time if not her entire life. She missed her mother dearly, as well as her brothers and sisters. And as the days passed on, she started to miss Daemon as well.

She and her stepfather weren't on the best terms when her mother got married, due to the fact that it wasn't too long ago she lost her father. But Daemon had always shown his support to her whenever she picked up her sword.

Anyone who came to the chambers she was locked in found the bastard princess sitting on the window looking over the sea, ironically in the direction of Dragonstone.

She prayed to the Valyrian Gods to save her from this prison. She woke up everyday with the hope to find Caraxes or Syrax on the horizon, but unfortunately, she was always disappointed.

It was as if her family had forgotten their daughter, Rhaenyra's only surviving daughter. Jacaerys' fencing partner. Lucerys' trickster sister and much to everyone's surprise, Daemon's politics advisor.

"(Y/N)."

The Princess turned around, her eyes skeptically looking at Alicent who stood at the doorway. Her hands intervened in front of her. In her hands was a dress of green dress dress with black designs.

"I am aware that you sit here, wishing for anyone of your family to rescue you," she said, her voice slow and soft, lacing with sympathy. But (Y/N) knew better, all credits to Daemon. She knew the manipulative tactics Hightower's adopted a d implemented.

"We had offered to bring peace to the realm," she continued, making the Velaryon sigh as she stood up, glaring at the supposed Queen Mother. "Bring peace?! After all you have done, you want peace?"

Alicent stood her ground, knowing that Aemond and Criston were outside of the chambers and would not hesitate to defend her if the time came. So, she stepped forward, carefully placing the dress on a chair.

"I came here to at least inform of you of your marriage peacefully but it seems you are not in a state to converse," she said, turning around to hear a confused chuckle. "Marriage? To whom?" (Y/N)'s sounded defeated, and perhaps she was now.

"Aemond."

(Y/N) was left confused and defeated as she glared at the dress and the closed doors, thinking of a way to escape this prison but only came upon a single idea.

Her eye looked at the glass vase with intensity, tears threatening to blur her vision. With heavy feet, she stood up and dragged her body to the vase. (Y/N) could feel her entire life move in front of her eye as she pushed the vase to the floor, shattering it to pieces.

The glass pieces scattered around the well-furnished floor, glistening under the sunlight just as the tears in her eye. Grabbing on the largest piece, (Y/N) placed it on her wrist and suddenly, the weight of her condition hit her.

She realized that with one single slash, she could end this. This misery of her life; her life. Then, she would be free from all this cruelty of world. The piece of glass felt heavy in her hand, making it tremble.

She didn't hear the door opening but came to her senses when the glass was thrown away from her and in front of her knelt a raging Aemond, his eye looking at her with barely contained anger.

His calloused hands grabbed her roughly, leading her out of her room for God's know how many days later. Tears streaked down (Y/N)'s face as she followed Aemond numbly.

And soon enough, she was seated in a room filled with the Greens. Alicent, Otto, Aegon, Helaena and Aemond. Aemond was fuming with his hand on her shoulder, keeping her seated down, not that she would move anyway. (Y/N) felt way too tired for that.

"I do not care for fancy celebrations! I wish to marry (Y/N) NOW!" She could hear his voice distantly, as if he wasn't standing next to her but thousands of miles away. "The lords will be here in a few days, Aemond. Until then we can keep an eye on her," Alicent said calmly, but Aemond had set his mind already.

"I would marry her again that day, but I am not leaving her alone. Not after what she attempted today," he hissed, his eye watching his mother intently, scaring her a bit.

But it was not Alicent who spoke, it was Otto.

"Fine, do whatever you wish."

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hi! Whenever you get round to your requests, could you see if you can do this one?

OC female Targaryen reader × Aemond Targaryen story. Instead of Aemond accidentally killing Lucerys, he kills her and obviously the whole Dance of the Dragons start and then him and Daemon obviously both fight in the Gods Eye, perhaps he gets reborn but reborn in like Harry Potter universe and he gets told by fates or something that she was reborn there and he has to find her or something?

Not sure if you do crossovers? But you could always just get them reborn again to start again? Just thought crossovers were cool 😎

AN- So, I am writing headcanons for this; enjoy your crossover... Also, Aemond's reborn name is Aries and (Y/N)'s is Delphinus.

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Being Reborn in Wizarding World with Aemond...

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Warnings- None except for Gryffindor vs Slytherin

GIF Credits to @my-harry-potter-generation

You were Lucerys' elder sister but younger than Jace and your dragon was the Bronze Fury.

You were bastard, just as your siblings; but you were loved more than anyone of them, and played multiple roles for your family.

You were Rhaenyra's darling daughter; Daemon's political advisor; Jace's partner of history lessons; Luke's Valyrian teacher and Rhaenys' little sweetheart.

Instead of Luke, you go to Storm's End on Vermithor.

And you meet your uncle there, beside one of Baratheon's daughters.

Everything went from bad to worst, and ended with your dead and Vermithor went back grieving his rider's death.

The entire Dance unfolded as it had to; Vermithor was tamed by a bastard by the name Hugh Hammer and died a warrior's death.

Aemond met in a face-to-face battle with Daemon above the God's Eye. As a result, both of them died with their respective dragons.

A few years later, Aemond is reborn as a wizard in Malfoy family as the second son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy; younger brother of Draco, by a year.

While you took birth as Sirius Black's child with Marlene McKinnon and were under Remus Lupin's custody while your father remained in the prison.

Aemond was prophesied to have a soul mate when he turned ten.

He only remembered the major events of it.

Him on a dragon. Him killing a lady with brown hair and violet eyes. Him fighting a man with long blonde hair.

He is told of it when he was eleven by his mother, who was kind and loving and reassured him that even if he doesn't find her, then it is alright.

"Aries, I know this is a heavy burden to carry, my son. But even if you don't find her, or him, even then; it's alright. Because love doesn't have to be written in stars, just in hearts."

He reaches at the train, alongside his goon of a brother and his sidekicks; but soon find a vacant couch.

It was then when you met him.

And while he was overwhelmed with nostalgia and overbearing loss; you, Delphinus, were completely unaware of his inner conflict.

Sitting in front of him with a grin, you extend your hand to him, saying your name to him.

That was when he realized that you had no recognition of your shared past.

So, with a headstrong aim of reminding her who she was and of their shared past life.

But, the first problem comes in during the sorting ceremony.

Because he gets allotted to Slytherin, a.k.a. the most devious house of Hogwarts.

While you get sorted to Gryffindor, where you met the Golden Trio, a.k.a. archenemies of Draco Malfoy.

"It's better not to interact with them."

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- Sorry for late update but exams got me busy.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

The White Dragon

I Have Seen (Chapter 2)

Summary- Proposal of marriage between Aerea and Cregan has been spelled out and a friendly sparring follows

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Warnings- Mentions of Arranged Marriage, Westrosi Things, Fencing.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

"I have seen you and Princess engage in conversation at the day of the feast, my lord," Otto said, his eyes watching the wolf lord who sat in front of him. Alicent sat next to her father, watching Cregan with cautious eyes.

"I would like to assure you that it was nothing related to any betrothal," Cregan replied, his mind trying to find a way out of this increasingly awkward conversation. "We have been made aware of that, my lord."

Cregan was suddenly realizing the intentions of the Hightower Lord and the Queen as to why they pressured Cregan into thinking at the first place. Cregan was, after all, the Lord of a Great House of the Seven Kingdoms and the Targaryens were on the verge of a war between two proportions of the dragons.

"Is it what the princess desires?" Cregan asked, watching with interest as Otto looked on the verge of losing his patience. "The princess has approved of the betrothal, if you approve of it, my lord," Alicent said, her fingers playing with the skirt of her gown.

"Who else has been deemed worthy of the hand of Princess Aerea?" The Wolf Lord queried, leaning in. "Lord Baratheon and..." Otto hesitated to say the name of his second grandson, as he was aware of the disgust people felt towards the incestuous marriages in the Targaryen House.

"And, my lord?" Cregan toyed, sadisticaly, enjoying the look on the Lord's face. "And my son, my lord. Aemond Targaryen," Alicent said, making Cregan nod, humming as his mind processed and formulated a plan.

"May I speak to princess beforehand? If you have no offense, My Queen," Cregan asked, his eyes trained at the green queen. Alicent glanced at his father before looking at Cregan, giving him a small nod.

"You will find her in the training grounds, my lord," Alicent informed Cregan who nodded his gratitude before departing. His shoulders squared as he walked straight towards the training grounds.

Usually filled with dozens of guards and young lords and knights, stood empty in front of Cregan's stormy eyes except for two guards guarding the entrance. "I wish to see the princess. On queen's order."

The guards spared a look before nodding, letting the Wolf Lord walk in. The ground was completely silent except for the sound of a steady breathing. The voice of an arrow hitting something solid echoed through the large span of earth's surface.

Princess Aerea stood a few feet away from the wooden target. Three arrows already attached to the target; two around the bullseye and one right on it. Her posture remained firm as she calculated another arrow's path through the air.

She wore a black leather tunic she usually wore for dragon riding. A red dragon stitched on its back. Aerea paired the tunic with black pants, and dark brown boots. Her silver hair firmly set in a bun, keeping the strands away from her face.

Her hands let the arrow go skillfully. Time slowed down as Cregan watched the arrow flew through the air and split the arrow on the bullseye into half. Cregan smirked, slowly raising his hand to clap.

Aerea turned around, surprised. Her violet eyes widened as she found the wolf lord clapping. A light shade of red flushed her face as she looked around with a shy smile. Her fingers caressed the bow to comfort herself.

"Lord Stark," she nodded with a smile. "Princess Aerea, your skills are amazing," Cregan gestured to the target, letting his face soften. "Thank you, my lord. This is all due to my uncle Daemon," Aerea said, her eyes watched as the lord moved closer, yet keeping an appropriate distance.

"I see, he has taught you well, my princess," Cregan commented before turning to face the princess of the realm. "I am here to address an important topic," he continued, his voice firm and unwavering. His hands clasped behind his back, giving him a regal posture.

"I suppose my mother and grandsire has spoken to about..." Aerea left the sentence incomplete, instead, deciding to fiddle with the string of her special bow.

Cregan nodded, his eyes moving to the sword hanging around her waist. "Do you wield sword?" Cregan asked, amused. "Yes, my lord," Aerea smirked, her fingers reached for the dragon shaped pommel. "Would you mind?" He continued to ask, walking casually to a sword lying in the corner.

"I must admit, I am terrifically fantastic, my lord. I hope you don't have a fragile ego," Aerea mocked, unsheathing her sword and letting her body and mind take over, as her uncle had told her. "Then it would be interesting."

Cregan studied the lady before striking first, his movement rough yet fast; but Aerea was even faster. With her elegant moves and quick mind, she dodged every attack landed by the lord, coming up with hers when an opportunity arisen.

"Why did you agree to our betrothal?" Cregan went to attack her left side, but Aerea was smart enough to sense it and block it with her sword. "Why wouldn't I? I wish to leave this place and what other way except for to marry someone."

Aerea ducked underneath Cregan's hand as he raise his sword to attack her. She went for his legs but Cregan quickly stepped back, letting his sword touch hers in mocking.

"Why not someone else?" Cregan stepped back, taking a deep breath. He had surely not anticipated this sort of fight from a princess of the realm. "Why marry someone you don't know?" Aerea huffed, her breath uneven.

"Why not your brother?" Cregan moved his sword and tried to land an attack on Aerea's left leg, succeeding partially as he caught her off guard by his question. Aerea stepped back to avoid the lord's sword but she stumbled back, falling on the ground.

"Not him. At no cost," Aerea whimpered, shaking her head as she looked up. Cregan could spot the faint fear in her deep and beautiful eyes. Her face neutralizing from her usual smiling face.

"What shall I get in return?" Cregan asked, offering the dragon princess a hand to help her stand up. "Whatsoever you wish for, my lord," Aerea said, letting her small hand slip into his larger ones.

"I will let you know when the times come then, princess."