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synopsis: Daenerys had to confess something to you, a sin that she carried alone for to long, but little did she know it wouldn't surprise you.

warnings: none.

Your city was liberated by her. The chain breaker. The conqueror. The mother of dragons. She saved your people, and after it she stayed to rule them. Daenerys brought justice to masters and workers: for some it means justice, to some it means care. They called her Mhysa.

Your master died during the revolt. She agonized, suffered until her last failed breath, and bled into the expensive sheets. You watched it. You didn't kill her, the other slaves did, but you watched every second. You were loyal to Daenerys even before knowing her.

Daenerys didn't kick the workers out of her new castle. She employed them, with fair contracts. And as the old palace master's seamstress, Daenerys gave you new and fair contract. She wanted you to sew her clothes. And so you did.

At first, your only interactions were when you needed to take new measurements and test the size of the pieces. As she was trying a blue summer dress, her serious expression made you swallow. "How did you learn to sew?"

With a pin, you marked the places you should press. The first time you marked her clothes with Daenerys using it, you were shaking the whole time. So scared of hurting her. 'My mother taugh me, as her mother taugh her." You don't shake anymore.

Daenerys spoke again as you knelt down to measure the hem. You saw her curling her toes. "Would you teach me?"

You bit your lip. "It would be a honor."

From the very first moment Daenerys saw you, something burned inside her. A new flame took over her entire body. She's a dragon, and you lit a fire inside her.

She can remember. You paralised, watching your old master dying, enable to do anything but stare. There was some sense of relief on your face, but she saw your hands shaking. You remind her of herself.

Daenerys would lever let chance determinate her path. You see, all the wisest woman had to do it this way. Society says women were born as pawn in every lover's game, but now Daenerys knows the truth: women were born to plan.

So, yes, everything was a choice. To keep your job, to change your quarters, to make weekly tests, to have you teaching her sew. None of it was accidental. Every unassuming touch, every supper with the employees, every second you spent talking to her about dressmaking, working to your last master, your life before her.

Daenerys heard songs about love. They didn't do justice to you.

When you played her, it was Daenerys idea. When you kissed her, it was Daenerys idea. When you went to bed with her, it was Daenerys idea. When you loved her, it was Daenerys idea. When you cried, it was Daenerys idea. When you stayed by her side, it was Daenerys idea.

Daenerys is the wind in every free-flowing sails. And she's the liquor in your cocktail.

But deep down she knew this lie-truth wasn't going to last. That she couldn't plan without feeling guilty. What wouldn't you think when you found out about everything she's done? What would you think of her?

That wasn't the first time she planned everything around her, but it was the first time she felt the need to confess. It felt like a sin. Like something you wouldn't forgive.

"Love is always a story about how once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars alligned" Daenerys laid the groundwork. "Two people end up in the same room at the same time."

You left the glass on the bedside table and crawled closer to her. Your silence was a plea for her to continue.

"But what if I told you none of it was accidental?" Daenerys held your hand. She needed your touch to continue. "And the first night that you saw... nothing was gonna stop me."

And Daenerys would keep talking. She really would. She had a whole speech. But Daenerys saw a wide smirk on your face. You knew the entire time.

"A love based on chance. Mathematical chaos", you didn't try to hide your smile. "It' seen like a boring story."

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

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A/N: House of the Dragon fully has me back in my Dany era, I just miss her so fucking much so I had to indulge myself with this lil drabble! I hope you enjoy

“You ready?” Dany purrs dangerously as she looks down at you.

You nod as you take in the wicked smirk on her face, flashing her a smirk of your own in return. You grab onto her bare hips where she’s seated on top of yours. The two of you start to grind together, rubbing your bare pussies against each other. She lets out a dangerous chuckle as she reaches out towards the candle burning beside the bed.

Dany keeps her eyes on yours as puts her hand directly into the flame, letting her fingers dance between the burning licks of fire. You hitch a breath in anticipation as she brings that hand down and lets the tips of her fingers graze down your bare chest. You hiss at the light sting, the warm burn as her fire-touched fingers drag down your skin. But beneath the burn you feel your pussy ache, the pain on your skin mixing deliciously with the pleasure of Dany grinding against you.

“You like that?” She hums as she returns her fingers to the candle.

“Yes, Khaleesi,” you whine as you throw your head back.

Dany hums her approval as she starts to move her hips even harder against yours, pushing down hard so her cunt slid against yours in just the right way. You moan loudly when her warm hand caresses your breast this time, the fire of her fingers dancing over the sensitive skin of your breast. She squeezes and kneads your tit, letting his fingers pinch your nipple.

Your body burns, from the heat, the pain, the pleasure. All of it. Your mind goes dizzy as you feel the warmth radiate through you, undeniable pleasure sizzling in your veins.

“That’s it,” Dany hums proudly as she sees you fall apart beneath her.

Your back arches, chest pushing up into her heated hand as you rock through your climax. Dany keeps grinding against you, swiftly following you into her own climax as she moans in satisfaction above you. She smiles down proudly at you as you both slow your grinding down, your highs slowly subsiding, her hand slowly cooling back to a normal temperature on your skin.

Both of your gazes drop to your chest where her hand was still splayed between your breasts. There are the slightest of marks against your skin, definitely nowhere near as bad as you’d thought they would be. It seemed your skin had been perfectly fine with the heat of Dany’s fire-touched fingers. Dany lets out another satisfied hum as she looks down at you with a smirk.

“Hmm, maybe you have a hint of the dragon in you too.”

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Day 21 | Daenerys Targaryen x Reader

a/n - @flufftober. I dont know when this is set. I guess while she's still over in Mareen idk skdjnvfjkdnv this is my first GoT ficlet be kind lmao

prompt - a kiss for good luck

fluff - 715 words - warnings: f!reader. dancing. one kiss. mention of bruising ( and some jealousy from other characters).

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Despite the many dancers showing off with vibrant flair, you can still sense her eyes fixed on you. 

It’s been like this for days—  a joyous celebration of Queen Daenerys Targaryan— and you were proud to be a part of the afternoon’s main spectacle. You bob and weave as you let your footwork take over. It’s second nature at this point in your life, but even you find a new energy now that you know she’s watching. 

You reach for another dancer as the music picks up its tempo. Your arms are meant to lock so that you can both swing each other around, but you find nothing there as you must catch yourself instead. Your partner throws you a smug look from the corner of their eye.

You transform your misstep into an independent spin. It catches the others off guard and they glare as you steal a bit of attention away. The crowd roars with amusement.

The performance wasn’t intended to be a competition, but many of the dancers vye for the queen’s favor anyway. Daeyners sits on a dias at the head of the courtyard- a perfect spot to watch the revelry down on the stone ground. You dodge elbows with grace in between your flips and turns; the pale scarf that bounds after you like a spirit never tangles. 

You move your way up the line of dancers until you can almost see the violet of her eyes. Daenerys shifts in her seat minutely as she watches you thrust away from another girl clearly aiming to knee you in the hip. You recover and dare to aim the queen a look- one that says ‘nice try’. A small corner of her pink lips ticks upwards. Your heart flutters.

The dance shifts all of you around another quadrant. It’s a giant clockwise routine that will put you right in front of her by its end. You leap your way over until you’re at the set of stairs at her feet. Then, you and several lead dancers bound up them, twirling your silk scarves in a wide arc to finally finish. It’s an honor to end the dance in this position, there in front of dozens of the other dancers. The crowd erupts once again.

The queen claps politely. She’s always so poised there, sitting graciously before everyone. Now closer to her than ever you realize you have just moments before the next song begins. It will take you back down the steps and locked into formation for the rest of the performance. This is my only chance, you think.

It’s brazen. Downright foolish. One of the guards immediately raises a hand to stop you from approaching the queen’s seat any further.

You spin out of his way as the string of bells on your hips chime teasingly. You can’t help the bold smile on your face. Even if you catch a spear today, it’d be worth it just to kiss her hand.

To yours and the guard’s surprise, Daenerys waves him off. You obey as she curls a finger to beckon you, hurrying before her. 

You give the woman the playful bow of a dancer- one knee sinking nearly to the ground while the other leg extends far out. You lower your head. 

Daenerys chuckles softly.

“What is your name?” She asks. Finally, you look up and lock eyes with a hue even more beautiful than you imagined down below the dias. You speak your name and offer her a wide smile.

Your chance. Reaching for her hand, you raise it to your lips, only to feel it slip out of your grasp and cup your chin suddenly. A light gasp slips from you as she presses her mouth to yours in a brief kiss. 

The crowd cheers. Daenerys pulls away with that subtle smirk again, leaving your cheeks warm and smile even broader. 

“My queen.” You whisper, backing away from the dias with a quicker bow. She gives you a final nod before you spin and hurry down the stairs to join the group down below.

You’ll definitely be receiving a few more bruises from your fellow dancers for that. 

Raising your arms up in a spirited pose, you start the next dance with a grin and your head held high.

[saessenach]

Hi there :) I saw you're doing the kissing prompts, so I'd love to see Jon and Daenerys for '28. A kiss in parting', if you feel like it? 🩷

HIII and thank you for giving me an excuse to draw something that's been on my mind for a w h i l e

here's Jon and Dany for #28 from this list

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in love with this man 😩💕

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a winter’s dance

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— ii. Dragon Rider || Heart of the Dragon

synopsis: a new routine in a new world

warnings: idek lol. unedited and not properly read (i kept falling asleep lmao)

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~ 2.5k word count.

game of thrones x modern!fem!reader

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Never in my life have I regretted anything more than I did now. 

“Me and my big fucking mouth,” I grunted, getting up from the ground and dusting my leather pants. Gray Worm looks at me with a slightly amused expression. Of course he would, he just dropped me onto my ass for the fifth time today. 

It had been almost two weeks after the Small Council meeting. There had been a few more since then, but no major topics were discussed, other than Varys begrudgingly backing what I had said about Cersie having scorpions when asked if his little birds had any news. The new armor and weapons for the Unsullied are also being made. After a few talks with Daenerys, Gray Worm, a few Unsullied commanders, and I, the new armor design was decided on. Surprisingly the Unsullied were very artistic people and had great ideas. 

And, within the past two weeks, I’ve been tortured everyday, my limbs aching all the time, threatening to fall off. Everyday, I’ve been woken up at four in the morning for my sword lessons with Gray Worm for five hours a day. When I said I wanted to learn, I didn’t mean I wanted to train to be the world's best swordsman of all time. 

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I say towards him, wiping away the sweat on my face. 

“I have no idea to what you are referring to, My Lady.” Gray Worm says, feigning innocence. 

“You can’t call me ‘My Lady’ and then drop me on my ass for the fifth time.” I pointed out. 

Gray Worm smiled and got into a fighting stance and I mirrored. “Your defense has gotten better; however, your strength and stamina is lacking.” 

He gave the signal and charged towards me, going to swing towards my left. I sidestepped and blocked the hit with my sword before knocking it back. This time, I went for the attack, but Gray Worm expertly blocked me and knocked the sword out of my hand. The sword clattered against the stone ground, landing a few feet away from me.

“Maybe it’s best we stop for today.” He says, picking up the sword and placing it back onto the rack. I let out a sigh of relief and walked over to the inches, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat away from my face and neck. 

“Be honest,” I said, turning towards him. “Am I a lost cause?” 

He snorts out a laugh and shakes his head. “Apologies, My Lady.” Once he’d composed himself he answered, “No, I do not believe you are a ‘lost cause’. It may seem difficult now, but it will get easier later on.” 

“Wow, wise words,” I said sarcastically, taking a swig of water from the canteen. “They should call you ‘Gray Worm the Wise’.” 

“I’m pleased that you think I am someone with wisdom.” He says, giving a small bow, making me chuckle. 

After the lessons, I took a bath in my room, this time with the help of the servants. The first few days I would have them leave so I could bathe myself, but I guess over the days it just naturally happened. Once bathed and dressed in a white dress with gold embroidery and pearl beads before I made my way to the hall to have breakfast with Daenerys. 

Not only was it a good way for us to get to know one another (mainly her learning about me) as well as discussing future events and how we would maneuver through it. However, not all of it. I had made the decision to not tell her about Jon Snow or the White Walkers, I think that’s something she should organically go through. All she knows about Jon is that he’s the King in the North is Jon Snow, Ned Stark's “bastard” and the former Nights Watch Lord Commander who came back from the dead.  

The doors to the hall were swung open for me and I walked in, spotting Daenerys at the head of the table, looking through some documents. The sound of the doors closing, snapped her out of her thoughts. When she saw me she smiled, which I returned. 

“What did I say about bringing work to the dining table,” I lightly scolded. She gave me a sheepish look and protested, “it can’t be helped, it's important work. As Queen I’m expected to do this and more.” 

I walked over to her, carefully taking the documents and setting them off to the side. “Dany, you’ve been a Queen since you married Khal Drogo. You need to step back and take some time to just be Daenerys. Otherwise you’ll grow overworked.” 

“Alright, alright. If you’re so sure.” She nodded towards the servants to begin serving the food. Like always, an array of food was laid out for us to eat. We both began to eat, making small talk and updating each other with any new updates. 

“Gray Worm has been telling me that you’re quite exceptional with a sword,” She teased. 

I playfully rolled my eyes, groaning, “not you too.” She let out a laugh, teasing me some more. “What? He says you’re a fast learner. He says he’s never seen someone land on their arse five times in a row.” 

“Right, that’s it.” I huffed. “I’m running away.” 

Daenerys laughed some more and I tried to hide my smile. Truthfully, she reminded me of my younger cousin in Volantis, Mera. Both of them had a heart of gold and an innocent child-like soul deep down. 

“The servants told me that you refused to have your hair braided.” Daenerys points out. She’s not wrong. Instead of braiding my hair I opted to leave it in a ponytail or let it down. 

“Well, I haven’t won any battles.” I said. “Each one of your braids represents a battle won, I haven’t won anything.”

“So if you win you’ll braid your hair?” 

“Sure, why not. Why? Do you not want me to?”

“No, no. Actually, I would quite like that.” She smiled. 

I eyed her suspiciously, “don’t tell me you’re planning on putting me in the frontlines.” 

She shrugged. “Maybe. Your lessons with Gray Worm are going well. Who knows, by the time we’re ready for war you’ll be a master swordsman –or rather swordswoman.”

The rest of the breakfast went fine. Daenerys and I decided to take a stroll around the castle ground claiming she has something to show me. She dropped off the papers in her office before taking me through the back of the castle to the open fields in the back. The wind swept by us, carrying the saltiness of the ocean and the fresh scent of grass. 

“Where are we going?” I asked as she led me deeper into the field. 

“I just wanted to show you something. They’re right over there.” 

We stood atop a hill and at the foot of the hill on the other side resting were Daenerys’ dragons. I felt my heart stop. No way. What the actual fuck. My mouth ran dry as I looked over the three dragons. Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion, all in their full glory. I looked over to Daenerys who was already looking towards me. 

“You’re serious?” I ask. She smiles and nods. “What if they don’t like me and decide to eat me?” 

Daenerys laughed, her cheeks turning pink. “They will do none of that sort, I swear. I have a strong feeling that they will like you.” 

Carefully she led me closer to the three dragons. With every step they just grew more and more. They towered over the two of us and stood with immense power. And to think that these three are just a small fraction of the size of Balerion and the rest of the Targaryen fleet. 

We stood a few feet away but I could still feel the heat that they emitted from their bodies. Their majestic eyes that were probably the size of my head watched me carefully. Shiny scales adorned their bodies that looked to be about the size of my hand or bigger. Their one claw nail was the same size as my limbs. 

Holy fuck was this crazy. I’d read about these dragons and even saw a few drawings made by people who’d seen them in textbooks, but being this up close and personal with them was a whole other experience. 

Oddly enough, for such dangerous creatures, they seemed to emit a sense of calm. 

“You feel it too?” Daenerys eyes my reactions to the dragons. “Their calm.” 

I nodded. “I thought my heart would be doing somersaults in my chest, but it’s not.” After the initial shock, I felt my body relax. 

“They’re so beautiful.” I said to no one in particular. 

We hung around them for some time, allowing me to get used to their presence while Daenerys told me stories about her and her dragons. 

I looked over the dragons. Drogon, named after Daenerys’ husband Khal Drogo. Rhaegal, named after Rhaegar the Dragon Prince. Viserion, named after Viserys the Beggar King. 

Daenerys followed my gaze to the cream and gold scales dragon that laid on the grass alongside his brothers. Viserion and Rhaegal seemed to play fight while Drogon watched. 

“Despite their playful nature, those two are the oldest.” 

“What? 

The dragons carefully made their way over to where we stood. Drogon moved towards Daenerys, moving his tail around her as if giving her a hug. Rhaegal moved around behind us, opting to lounge. Viserion, however, moved closer to me. His green eyes bore into mine, as if it was trying to communicate with me. 

He brought his face closer to me, like a dog wanting to be pet. I glanced back at Daenerys who nodded. 

Viserion tilts his head when I carefully bring my hand up to stroke his gold and cream scales. A deep purr comes from him, nearly startling me. He nuzzles his head into my palm and purrs some more. It wasn’t like a cat's purr, more like a deep bass. 

“Would you like to fly him?” Daenerys asks. 

“Yes,” I replied without a thought, too entranced at the dragon in front of me. 

She moves around Drogo, standing to the side of him. 

“Stand like this,” she says. “This is what I find the easiest.” 

I mimic her stance, standing besides Viserion. Drogon crouched down and Daenerys carefully stepped up, using his scales and spikes to seat herself atop the dragon. 

I copied her, being careful to not hurt Viserion (not that I’d be able to) and sat myself on top of the gold dragon. It was uncomfortable, almost like riding a really large horse with spikes and scales. How Daenerys was able to ride her dragons without a saddle or harness was beyond me. 

My hands gripped onto the spikes on Viserions back, holding on tightly as the gold dragon began to shift around from a crouched position to fully stand. My hands gripped onto him tighter as I tried not to fall off. I peaked over its massive body to see that Viserion was getting ready to take off. 

“W-wait!” I looked towards Daenerys who was watching from atop Drogon. “Why is it taking off? What do I do?” Panic filled my voice. 

There was no way in seven hells that she thinks that I can fly, right? 

“Hold on!” She grins just as Drogon takes off into the sky. VIserion gets ready and I can already feel myself slipping off. He takes off just as I adjust my position, hunching down and tightening my grip onto his spikes. 

Wind rushes past my ears and my hair flows all over the place. Instinctively, I closed my eyes while Viserion flew in the air. I could hear Daenerys call for me from across the sky. 

“Open your eyes!” She says. “You’ll be safe, I promise.” 

Carefully, I opened them. It was brighter up in the sky than on the ground and had a lot less clouds. I could hear the, surprisingly, gentle flaps of Viserions wings. I cautiously looked down, seeing that we were miles off the ground, so far up that we could see Dragonstone Island and I could feel my stomach start to buzz. 

“Don’t look down,” I look up to see Daenerys. “When it was my first time I was terrified, as well, but you cannot let your fear control you or else it will transfer to your dragon.” 

I nodded, taking in her words and sitting up straight with confidence. Despite still feeling uneasy I managed to get my grip on things (literally). Daenerys’ words rung in my ears. 

“Your dragon,” 

I’d read of Dragons bonding with non-Targaryens or non-Valyrians, case and point being Hugh Hammer riding Vermithor during the Dance of Dragons. But it would make sense if I could bond with Viserion in light of recent findings. 

“Alright, let’s see what we can do.” I said to Viserion and I. 

—

Daenerys and I spent the rest of the day riding our dragons. It was challenging, especially the part where you literally have to hold onto for dear life, but rewarding in the end. 

In the end Viserion and I had truly bonded. He would know what I was thinking or how I was feeling without even saying a word to him. At first I thought it was just the two of us getting the hang of each other, but Daenerys explained that this was what she and Drogon felt. It was hard to believe that I was a Dragon Rider. But then again, this past week has shown that anything could be possible. 

Getting off the Dragons was harder than getting on, my dress snagging on its scales, but not ripping entirely. 

“I can help you with your riding,” Daenerys says as we walk back into the castle. 

“I’d like that.” I replied. “I’m sure we can find books in the libraries that can help us too.” 

“Have you uncovered anything else?” She asks, expectantly. 

I shook my head. “Nothing of significance. I’ll keep reading and let you in on my findings.” 

We split off so we could clean ourselves up and get ready for dinner. The bathtub was already ready for me when I entered the room. I pulled off my dress and sunk into the steaming hot water. The tension in my shoulders loosened and I dipped my head back to rest on the edge of the bathtub. 

The weight of my necklace lay heavy on my chest, a firm reminder of my… predicament. I tried not to think about it all, otherwise I’d just spiral into some rabbit hole. Some days I wonder if it’s all some sort of dream. A long, vivid dream that I can't wake up from. A knot pulls at my chest, and my throat closes. My eyes flicker up to the ceiling, tears threatening to fall. I took a deep breath, the only thing I can do is take everything in day by day.

And then I fully submerged myself into the water.

a/n: finally, it’s here :) mb if there’s any spelling mistakes, i tried to proofread it but i kept falling asleep and couldn’t be asked anymore 😭 i’ll fix it later, trust 🙏.

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neapolitan — what song can describe them as lovers? and daenerys

neapolitan — what song can describe them as lovers?

⤷ with: daenerys targaryen

Sweet — Lana Del Rey

Do you know how hard it was for me, dear anon, to chose something not blood or fire related? Do you know how it made me want to die for not being able to chose a song with the world "queen" on it's title? Can you imagine my strenght to chose a song with a WATER MOTIF?

But that one is so fucking accurate.

And remember where I'll be/ Sweet in bare feet/ You can find me where no one will be = A house with red doors, her own bedroom and a lemon tree. Okay. Now I'm fucking emotional.

Daenerys spend her entire life searching for a home. Not a house, not a place where she could sleep: a home. Like the one from her brother's stories. Like the one from her dreams. Like the one her heart would be able to recognized anywhere.

To love, for Daenerys, is to feel at home. To have a certain kindness that only sharing a house would be able to contain. Is to feel know, seem, heard. Is to feel welcomed. To feel desired.

And maybe in another life, maybe if life was fair, Daenerys wouldn't have to spend half her time conquering with fire and bloog and the other half learning that it takes more than that to make a ruler. In another life, Daenerys would spend sleepless nights asking you if you ever thought about having children. If you would ever marry her. If you wanna run marathons by the sea.

Daenerys would be able to do nothing at all. And to do it with you.

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This is how yall bitches got me feeling trying to find good in character Aemond fics in a sea of out of characrer Aemond x mary sue OC Strong neice smut..........we are tired...

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DAENERYS TARGARYEN x f! reader - FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU (short blurb)

SUMMARY AND TW: No tw! Just a short blurb on being tired of the daily duties and cuddling with Daenerys. DANY LIVESSS!

Daenerys turned her head to look at you, frustrated with a slight frown, discussing matters of state was too boring. You both clearly felt overwhelmed by the sheer weight of their responsibilities. Your own voice had become hoarse, and quiet after hours of speaking to men who were noneless towards the caring of the Seven Kingdoms. Dinner wouldn't change anything. The echoes of sounds against the walls bounced back into your ears, "No, did you hear what that Stark girl did?" "Well I heard Lannister-" The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, the sounds of the feast around them growing more distant. You slowly rested your head on her shoulder, murmuring in her ear, your breath tickling her neck, "May we please go, my queen?" You said my queen teasingly, accompanied with a tired grin.

You reached out and took Daenerys' hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. Daenerys looked up and met your eyes with a small smile on her features. "Maybe.. What would you wish to do?" Her eyes never left your face, almost making you turn away nervously with a light blush coating your face. Still, after all this time you never managed to let go of your silly girl crush on her.

"Let's get out of here," Daenerys murmured quietly to you, standing up, looking around to make sure no one would notice. Most of the court cared only about gossip at such a late time, so they wouldn't even notice if one white-haired woman and her lover leaving such a spacious room. You slowly got up with her, making sure you couldn't lose her somehow. She hurriedly grabbed you, leading you through the halls filled with windows stained with art containing her ancestry, her hand grasping yours tightly. They walked for a few moments in silence, their footsteps echoing through the empty corridors.

Finally, after countless steps, and directions, you had found Daenerys' chambers. Daenerys opened a massive door adorned with signs of her riches and heritage, leading to a sitting room, and you followed her inside, her long white hair bouncing against her back as she walked. The room was warm and cozy, the fire's warmth in the hearth helping your hands and body, and soft silk blankets on the bed.

"Well.. I assumed you wanted to rest, and you never told me where you wanted to go." She muttered hesistantly, as though she worried she had upset you. "Oh no- Of course. It's great, trust me. Soo..?" You gestured to the bed, "Cuddles?" "Yeah." You ran to the bed, not caring at all on how the sight looked to anyone else but you two. You both let out a deep sigh while settling onto the bed, Daenerys's head resting on Y/N's shoulder this time. Your back even hurt from resting on the bed for a minute, the pain and exhaustion of the day catching up to you. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close.

"We'll figure all of this out," You whispered. "I promise."

Daenerys nodded, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being held.

"Thank you," Daenerys said softly. "I don't know what I would do without you. I mean, the amount of petitions, requests.. And the people who undermine my-"

You smiled, kissing her temple. "You don't have to do it alone. We're in this together."

For a moment, Dany let herself pretend that this moment would never end. That they could stay here forever, wrapped in each other's arms, safe from the dangers of the world outside.

But of course, it was only a moment. Daenerys knew that they still had a long road ahead, filled with challenges and pitfalls. But at least for now, she had you at her side.

And that, she realized, was all she needed.

[axelsagewrites]

My dear author, I just read "Daemon Targaryen*In Charge" and omg it's amazing! That said, if you're taking requests could I get a part 2, extremely fluffy focused on their married life (how they support each other and are completely devoted to each other, stuff) please?

Daemon Targaryen*My Moon and Stars

Pairing: Daemon x essos!reader

Summary: The reader experiences a peaceful day of married life since moving to Westeros for love

Word count: 1419

This is a fluffy sequel to In Charge. Can be read by itself

Warnings: just pure fluff

Masterlist Here

Translations:

Kirimvose - thank you

Ñuha qēlos - my star

Ñuho glaeso hūrus - moon of my life

It was easy to miss Essos, the smell of its spices, the music that rang in the streets like church bells, and the hot summer sun. Moving from the depths of the East to the capital of the West had been a big adjustment, to say the least. The lords spoke differently here, the streets were busy but somehow not as loud, and the air was cold even when others said it was warm. A foreign land with strange people yet for some reason you kept choosing to stay.

Daemon was the reason why. He was the reason you didn’t pick a ship and sail back. He was the reason you smiled, the reason you laughed, the reason your body felt warm even during the winter season. He was also currently laying behind you, arm lazily draped over your waist. His fingers drew light circles over your hip bone.

“We must wake dear husband,” you said, stifling the yawn that threatened to spill. You had gone to bed later than usual last night and the reason why lay behind you.

Daemon brushed the hair off your shoulder, placing a kiss on the nape of your neck, “Not yet ñuha qēlos,” my star he called you. The star from the east to guide him home he would call you.

“ñuho glaeso hūrus,” you said back slowly, the pronunciation feeling tight on your tongue. “Did I say it right?” You asked, turning your head at first but soon moving to lay on your back to gaze up at his face.

“Yes qēlos,” he whispered, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips. While you were the star, he was the moon. Moon of my life. He’d taught you the phrase after he taught you qēlos. “Your Valerian is almost as good as mine,” his lilac eyes gazed into yours and sometimes at night you wondered if the moon would be prettier in purple.

Later that day once you had finally managed to pry Daemon from his marriage bed you decided to walk the grounds while Daemon trained in the courtyard. The red keep had been quiet recently, perhaps too quiet, but nonetheless, you decided to enjoy the rarity to its full extent. As you walked you noticed all the other wives gathered in clusters with their sewing or their embroidery or occasionally a book.

While the wives may have smiled at you and asked polite questions it had yet to go further. Lady Beesbury smiled at you from her embroidery group, even lifting her hand for a small wave. “They’ll love you once they know you. Like I have, “Daemon's words rang in your heads as you took your first step over. “Ladies,” you greeted the three as you approached.

“Princess,” all greeted, bowing their eyes down before looking back up. You found the curtseying and bowing and titles of Westeros all so painful, but you did not want to correct them yet. “Have you come to join us princess?” Lady Harte asked, glancing around the group.

“If you would like me to my lady,” you said, daemon having spent many a night with you teaching you how to speak to people at court.

Lady Beesbury grinned as she shuffled over on the bench she sat on, “It would be an honour princess,”

“Thank you,” you said, sitting down next to her, glancing at her embroidery, “But please we are in our own company, call me by my name,”

“Very well,” Lady Beesbury said, a smile eating up her face, “Well (Y/N) I’m Alice and these are my friends,” as Alice began to introduce you to your new group you didn’t notice the watchful lilac eyes from the windows above.

Daemon stood silently, leaning on the balcony watching how you smiled as you spoke, how your hands moved with each word, with a relaxed grin on his face. He wasn’t sure how long he had been watching you until he saw Lady Beesbury finger-pointing him out to you. When your eyes met, he noticed your smile widening. Daemon didn’t want to ruin your fun however so left it at a simple wave.

As he walked through the corridors, he noticed a face that he knew would soon become familiar, “Lord Beesbury,” Daemon greeted, suddenly approaching the slightly bumbling man that had been roaming court for the past month. “Do you and your wife have planned this evening?”

“N-not my prince,” the man stuttered out, his cheeks pinking at the edges, “Can we be of service to you in anyway?”

Daemon chuckled lightly at this, “You can help us polish off the plates if you’d like. Would you both like to join us at dinner?” Daemon even managed to have him track down the other wives and their husbands and you were shocked to find out about the sudden dinner party you were hosting.

“Not that I’m complaining,” you told daemon in your chambers as you finished getting ready. Your hands sneaked around his waist, pulling him into you, “But what’s with the sudden want for company darling?”

“It was nice to see you making friends,” he said, brushing the hair out of your face, “and see you smile of course,” he added when he saw the grin spreading across your cheeks.

The dinner had been a success and Daemon even managed to enjoy himself somehow, but he was thankful that it was over. “I forget how much I hate to share,” he mumbled into your neck.

You laughed as you pushed him off of you. “You were right by my side the whole night my moon,” you said as you stroked his cheek, “Besides I cannot have my bath with you clinging to my hip like a wanting child,”

Daemon grinned, his eyebrow-raising, “A bath you say?” He said as his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

“My bath,” you said pointedly, your hand pushing against his strong chest, “For I smell horrible,”

“You’ve never smelt horrible,” Daemon said but finally he relinquished his grip. As you turned to finish the touches on your bath, Daemon moved to sit on a chair close by. You worked silently, filling the bath with milks, honey, salts, and flowers as daemon watched each move. When you moved here impromptu you had left much of Essos behind, but Daemon was soon to send for all the salts and dried flowers you needed for these baths.

The water had turned a milky lilac once you’d finished and the steam from the water smelt like a sweet flower in spring. As you reached for the laces of your dresses Daemon stood silently. Without words he moved to stand behind you, pulling on each lace gently until he slipped the dress over your shoulders to pool on the floor.

You stepped out of the dress, moving over to step in the bath when you looked up to see Daemon carefully folding the fine silk dress away into the correct chest. You let yourself enjoy the sight, your husband oblivious to your gaze, before allowing yourself to enter the hot water, sighing as the warmth enveloped your body.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you rested your head on the edge of the bath. When heard footsteps pad across the floor, the sound of a chair scraping stone, then felt soft fingertips trail along your scalp. Your eyes fluttered open and when they looked up you saw Daemon looking down. “Relax ñuha qēlos,” he said gently, his voice not far above a whisper.

Allowing your eyes to shut again you let Daemon continue his movements. His fingers slipping into your hair, scratching gently at your scalp at first making you groan in pleasure. He continued his work silently, grabbing a hair oil from your chest of smells and pastes. His fingers stroked through your hair, using the oil the way he had watched you do many times. You let yourself enjoy the silence, enjoy his touch.

After he had finished with your hair daemon had you sit further forward to massage your back, working out any tension Westeros had caused. “Thank you,” you whispered into the near-silent room as Daemon worked out a knot in your shoulder.

Daemon paused for a moment, holding your shoulders in his hands. He leant forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek without caring that he got his shirt wet. None of that mattered to him right now, “Anything for you ñuha qēlos,”

“kirimvose ñuho glaeso hūrus,”

Taglist: @clairacassidy @valeskafics @starkleila

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Hello!

Can you make a dark daemon targaryen x reader where he betrays rhaenyra and gives the throne to stepdaughter reader??

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Dark!Daemon Targaryen x Stepdaughter!Reader

summary: Daemon betrays Rhaenyra and gives the throne to stepdaughter reader

Word count: 1,0K

Warnings: Angst, betrayal, fluff

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Masterlist 2

You slid down from your dragon still feeling adrenaline pump through your body along with your blood. There was quite the mess but nothing that cannot be fixed soon and fast. Your uncles were finally gone and the throne empty for your mother.

You walked into the Keep alongside your younger brothers Aegon and Viserys, the only ones still alive. You still remembered those walls from when you lived here as a small child, you were born within those walls.

Aegon held your left hand and Viserys your left. You guided them along with the guards behind you towards the throne room. You had fought alongside your mother and stepfather to reclaim the throne but returned to dragonstone to bring your brothers yourself.

The doors opened in front of you showing you victory still being cleaned by the maids and servants. Blood was all around the room along with ashes. You killed Alicent Hightower yourself leaving Otto to your stepfather knowing the hatred there ran deep within him.

She did not beg for her life and you made it quick out of the kindness of your heart, she knew her children had all died and she had nothing to live for anymore, nothing to beg for anymore. You were merciful and made your dragon burn her a fast and quick death instead of being devoured.

"Tala" Daughter. Rhaenyra greeted from atop the throne wearing the magnificent golden crown on her head. Your eyes stuck to the crown imagining what it would look like on your own head, you were her heir being the eldest of the three remaining children.

"Mother, my queen" You curtsied while your brother bowed. Daemon was stood by her side. She stood up from the throne and stepped down with her arms wide open.

"Take them" You ordered one of the maids when your mother had hugged both of your brothers. The maid complied without hesitation. Your mother raised her eyebrow confused with you action.

"They are tired from the ride here" You justified. Your eyes darted to Daemon who also stepped down standing beside you two.

"I am glad you are alright, tala, I was worried something had happened to you"Daughter. Rhaenyra placed her hand on your shoulder gently. You smiled lightly and pulled your mother closer to you for a hug. She squeaked surprised, she had not hugged you since you turned ten and two, when you got your maiden blood saying you were a woman grown now and no longer a child.

"I am happy to see you as well, muña" Mother. You spoked eyes looking at Daemon over her shoulder. He smirked stepped closer as well and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Daemon! What are you doing?" She squirmed in your arms confused. You held her tighter to your body, eyes never leaving those of your stepfathers. She let out a shocked gasp body jolted with shock. Daemon broke the eye contact to look at his work, his hand wrapped around a dagger handle plunged into your mother's side.

"Tala" Daughter. Her eyes filled with tears of betrayal. She cried out loud now as a second dagger lodged itself in her stomach with your own hand on the handle. You pulled away smirking, watching as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Why?" She whispered. Her grip was growing weak. You pulled out the dagger along with Daemon and let her fall on the floor. The crown clang loudly as it hit the floor. Daemon leaned down and picked the piece of metal off the floor. Her eyes followed his movement as he moved closer to you and placed the crown on your own head of white-blonde hair, still you were a strong bastard, your brown eyes gave you away but that does not matter when you were queen.

"My queen" Daemon was about to kneel but you stopped him and instead pulled him in for a kiss. He snaked his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body, he was not below you, he was your equal unlike how your mother viewed him and treated him. Now it was obvious to Rhaenyra what you had promised him in return for the crown.

"Guards" She tried to yell but her voice came out weak. You pulled away from your stepfather. You walked over to her while she attempted to crawl away from you smearing even more blood on the floors of the throne room. You held her in place and crawled to sit on her stomach with all you weight on her stab wound.

"Goodbye mother" Were your last words before your dagger slashed across her neck opening it for the blood to flow out.

"Come my queen, we have a coronation to attend" Daemon helped you off your dead mother. You smirked putting the dagger away and held his arm in one of your own while the other rested on your hidden bump where your and Daemon's child grew inside of you.

"And a wedding" You giggled letting him lead you out of the room for the servants to find your mother's corpse and declare you an official queen before the masses with the golden metal crown on your head and the conquerers' on Daemon's head.

You and Daemon ruled side by side not caring when people voiced their disgust over your relationship. He was much older, married thrice before you and one of his wives was your own mother but that did not matter he was your husband now and the father of your children.

You locked your brothers in their chambers until they were of age before sending them away to exile to bravos where they spent their remaining years attempting to kill you to avenge your mother but they never succeeded.

You birther three children for Daemon, first came a son name Valegon followed by twin sons, Rhaelarr and Vaelor. Valegon died along with his father fighting a rebellion against you and Rhaelarr succeeded you later on in life but what matter was that you took the throne and saved the smalkfolk from your mother and her greed for power. Daemon may have manipulated you as a child and you grew to see that as an adult but you were far too gone to back away now after all those years.