#god this is so fucking weird I’m so sorry

[starcrossed-lov3rz]

The Vow Spoken Through Time

Daemon x Rhaenyra x Wife!Reader

Warnings (for the series): MDNI, general filth, threesome, smut, dirty talk, oral (both receiving), and more!

Warnings (for this chapter): MDNI, mild smut (at the end) 

Tags: marriage, poly relationship, Daemon being hopelessly in love with his wives, Queen!Rhaenyra

Words: ~1.9K

Description: You fall through worlds and wake up in our favorite blondes’ bed. SHAMELESS “reader falls into HOTD world from our world” trope (I’m sorry, I CANNOT help myself, I’m a sucker for them). There’s not really a *plot* plot, but Part 1 is getting us acclimated before the filth can really begin.

“God my head fucking hurts,” you whine, sitting up to rub your eyes. “That wine really hit out of nowhere.” Your head pounds, it has to be part of a hangover. The last thing you remember before drinking yourself to sleep was getting fired. Your boss hadn’t even had the decency to let you know face to face. An HR representative and your manager requested a zoom call at the end of the day and politely told you to ‘clean your desk.’

After nearly three years of work with the same accounting firm, it was weird to not wake up early and head into the office. The worst part really was that your performance was still stellar, the firm was just hemorrhaging money after several questionable expansions. 

Despite the pounding headache and sensitivity to light, you force yourself to open your eyes. “What the fuck?!” Glancing around the room frantically, you panic as you realize you weren’t waking up in the comfort of your room. You had to be the subject of some prank reality tv show because the decor was undoubtedly some renaissance festival shit. The walls were brick with large tapestries decorating the stone. You were laid in the center of a giant four poster bed, black and red canopies flowing.

Slipping from the tangle of sheets and blankets, you pad towards the door. “Okay,” you call out, “you got me. Very funny.” 

Silence. 

“This is so weird” you murmur, pushing the door open as gently as possible to peak out. A woman rushes by you, dressed in some kind of drab linen and an apron. “Excuse me!” you shout, attempting to get her attention. 

The short woman slowed down, stopping to curtsy quickly at the sight of you. “My lady, forgive me. I didn’t you see you there!”

“My lady?” You asked. “What are you talking about? This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny, my lady,” she replied quietly. “Please don’t tell your wife I was making jokes! I swear I meant no harm-”

“My wife?!” Everyone has officially gone off the deep end. First this medieval times shit, now apparently you have a wife.

The woman’s eyes go wide, “Your wife, Queen Rhaenyra. My lady, are you unwell?”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize. “I have no idea what’s going on. I lost my job. I don’t know where I am or apparently who I am. I just want-” You choke off into sobs.

“Let me help you back to your room,” she offered, taking your elbow. “I’ll let the Queen know you’re unwell.”

You nodded, letting her lead you back into the room. The woman helped you into a steaming bath and left you to soak while she fetched your wife. “Can’t believe someone made an honest woman of me,” you laugh.

At some point, the entire situation stopped feeling like a prank. Maybe it was watching the maid fill the tub painstakingly bucket by bucket, or the significant lack of electricity. Either way, your situation was beginning to feel more and more real. You grab the bar of soap and lather up a cloth, scrubbing furiously at your skin. 

“That’s weird,” you murmur as you notice that your skin seems far too perfect. You usually had a couple scars littering your arms and legs, leftovers from frequently crashing your bike as a kid and general clumsiness. They all seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but perfectly smooth, supple skin behind. “Okay, I’m officially going crazy.”

You see a small mirror on the ledge next to the tub, and reach out with shaky hands. You sigh in relief as you glance into the mirror and see that you look the same. At least you have something familiar here.

“Admiring the view? I know I am.” A deep voice purred from behind you.

Tossing the mirror back, you swiftly cover your chest and pray that the water obscurs the rest of you. “What the fuck?!” You yell, turning to confront whatever pervert decided to interrupt your bath. A tall man towered over the tub, his white hair practically glowing as the candlelight reflected off of it.

“I’m trying to have an existential crisis in here,” you hiss. “Can you come back later or something?”

He snorted a laugh, stalking forward to grab a brush from the side table and sit behind you. “And miss this opportunity? I should think not, my love.” He gently began detangling your hair and brushing it out. 

“My love? You do know I’m a married woman?” You retort.

“You never let me forget,” he replied, kissing the top of your hair. 

“I mean I have a wife, asshole!” You twist around to snatch the brush from his hands, but he lifts it out of your reach.

“What a coincidence,” he purrs, blatantly staring at your breasts. “I do too. Two, if I’m not mistaken.” His eyes dart down to your left hand, as if he knows something you don’t.

You glance at the ring that’s been there since you woke up. The black metal has a dragon insignia that looks awfully similar to the embroidery on this man’s shirt. “Fuck.” 

The man’s brows furrow, “what’s wrong?” He sets the brush down, grabbing a sheet and pulling you from the bath. He wraps you up and sits you in his lap. The warmth seeping into your skin feels so familiar and you feel yourself begin to break. Tears stream down your cheeks, and you burrow your face into his neck to hide them. 

Warm hands rub up and down your back soothingly. “My love, I cannot fix whatever is wrong if you don’t tell me.” He hums. “You don’t even have to tell me. Just give Rhaenyra a name and I will ensure whoever made you cry will never breathe again.”

You laugh at the irony. “I don’t know who Rhaenyra is. I’m not sure I even know who I am.” 

Before he can respond, a door slams. “Daemon, thank Gods you’re here. The maid said y/n was acting ill and didn’t rememb-” 

Your head peaks up over the man–Daemon’s shoulder to see the woman who ran in. Her hair is just as white as Daemon’s and her clothing adorned with the same dragon insignia. This must be Queen Rhaenyra.

“Y/n?!” Rhaenyra rushes over, kissing your cheek before she hugs you tightly. 

“My queen,” Daemon greets, leaning in for a kiss. You find yourself pressed between the two, and as much as you don’t want to admit it….the warmth and pressure feels comforting…like home. 

“I hate to break this up,” you say, wiping the last of your tears away. “But can someone tell me what is going on. The last thing I remember was being fired, getting wine drunk, and going to bed early.”

“Fired?” Rhaenyra looked confused and immediately started inspecting every exposed inch of your skin. “Did you try to feed Caraxes again? He’s a temperamental old man, just like his rider.”

“Who is Caraxes? Do ya’ll have a dog or something?”

“Dog?!” Daemon sounded almost offended. “A dog?! Rhaenyra we should fetch a maester. Our little dragon is either begging for a punishment or in need of a healer.”

Rhaenyra attempts to cover her laugh. “Caraxes, Daemon’s dragon? You insist on telling him a goodnight story at least once a week.”

“He’s a dragon of war for fucks sake,” Daemon mutters. “You’ve been making him soft.”

“Dragon?!” Your eyes go wide. “You’re joking. You’ve gotta be fucking me right now.”

“We are most definitely no-”

“We certainly could be-”

Daemon and Rhaenyra spoke at the same time. You would have laughed, but the implications of Daemon’s words were starting to settle in.

“Wait,” you being. “So if Queen Rhaenyra is my wife….and Daemon has two wives…and you two seem to be close…that means-”

“That you both are all mine,” Daemon purrs.

“Daemon, we must call for the maester. This seems serious, she doesn’t even remember us.”

“What year is this?” You ask, not sure if you want the answer.

“125 AC.” Rhaenyra responds.

“And where are we?”

“The red keep.”

“What, is that like England or something?”

“We are in Westeros.” Rhaenyra feels your forehead. “Daemon, put y/n to bed while I have the maids summon the maester.”

You yelp in surprise and Daemon stands up, holding you close to his chest. He carries you to a vanity, setting you gently on the bench before rummaging through some drawers. “Arms up, love.” He says, pulling a white shift over your head. You stare of into space as Daemon gently braids your hair. 

“Where’d you learn to do that?” You ask as he ties a ribbon at the ends of the braid.

“You and Rhaenyra are quite the demanding duo when you want to be,” he snorts. “The staff might revolt and establish Rhaenyra’s cunt of a half-brother as king if I bothered them everytime you both needed your hair done.”

“Language,” you chide. Daemon rolls his eyes before he sweeps you back up into his arms. He carries you to the bed, depositing you in the center before he climbs in. Daemon sits up, back against the headboard as he pulls you in to lean against his chest. 

“Do you really not remember us?” He asks. 

“How long have we been married?” 

“Five years. We were married in the old ways. Your High Valyrian wasn’t as good back then though.” Daemon laughs. “But it was perfect, and I wouldn’t trade you both for anything.”

“So if Rhaenyra is queen, what does that make you?” You ask. He had to be King, right?

“A lucky man.”

You laugh, and lightly hit his chest. “No, really. I don’t remember anything. Help a girl out here.”

“Prince consort.” Daemon answers. You nod, so Rhaenyra must be in charge around here.

“So how’d I end up married to Queen Rhaenyra and Prince Consort Daemon?” You ask in the poshest British accent you can muster.

“You threw yourself at my feet saying ‘Please Rhaenyra, I cannot live without you! You are the sun that brightens the sky and the stars that guide ships home!’” Rhaenyra teased. You sit up to see that Rhaenyra isn’t alone, she brought back some balding man with her. 

“I didn’t say that-” You protest.

“Really?” Daemon laughs. “My queen, it’s not proper to toy with someone who is ill.”

“You’re one to talk,” Rhaenyra says, raising a brow. “You seemed rather close when I came in earlier.”

You groan. How did you manage to survive these two for five years. 

!!SMUT BELOW!!

PREVIEW FOR PART TWO

“No,” Daemon scolds, clasping your hands together in his larger one and wrenching your body into his. “You’re not in charge here. You’re going to listen and obey like a good little girl.” You whine in response, nodding furiously in agreement. Suddenly, Rhaenyra’s warm body brushes up against your back. She nibbles lightly at your ear before kissing and licking her way down your neck.

“No need to be cruel,” Rhaenyra purrs. “Our little dragon is just begging for attention the only way she knows how.”

You whimper, canting your hips into Daemon’s. He slides a thigh between yours, pressing it up against your cunt. Your eyes roll back and you moan at the friction. “Please,” you breathe out, your teary eyes meeting his. 

NOTE: Hey all! I'm not dead, sorry for disappearing! Life happened (new job, had to travel home for a funeral). But, I got my shit back together after taking some time for myself and I'm ready to give y'all the stories I've been cooking up. I have some steamy and inspiring requests I'm working on for Feyd Rautha (so if you requested...they're coming). Glad to be back and BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR PART 2!!!! - Lacie <3

[sid471]

Back to my roots

Shipping and RWBY, let's do it :3

"I just don't see it man, it came out of no where" "I dunno it felt forced to me 🤷🏻" "their only even slightly romantic was after they killed Adam"

Okay lemme stop you get it. This post is about Bumblebee :3... And that last one is giving antis too much credit I've seen people even calling Yang tenderly holding Blake's face and pressing their foreheads together a purely platonic gesture 😊 Now, I’m gonna show you some screenshots, and 1 gif, and you tell me if they look like Just Friends, okay?

Mm hmm, mm hmm, got your answer? Good. If you chose ‘Nope they’re still just friends 🤷🏻’ then you are both wrong AND delusional, I’m sorry, would you like to try again ☺️ Hehe I still get giddy when I see the kiss :3

Anyways, let’s go pic by pic. The first one, you don’t cup your friends cheek tenderly to steady and hold their gaze. I dare you to cup your friends cheek and tilt their head up. And if they’re not weirded out, they’ll think you were confessing your feelings. And if that happens congrats on your new relationship 😊. The second one. LOOK at how Yang is looking at her! ._. Those are the most obvious ‘FUCK ME’ eyes I’ve ever seen .-. The third one. I once again dare you to cup your friend’s cheek and press your foreheads together. It’s just… objectively NOT a platonic gesture 😶. The fourth one. Look at how content and relieved Yang is to see Blake and have her in her arms. The fifth one… Now I know y’all are not the brightest but I REALLY doubt I have to tell you that that’s not a platonic moment between besties 😊

And that’s just with pictures. I haven’t even gotten to the thing I can write about .-. So, shall we? :3 Who remembers the scene after Sun is stabbed and Blake rants to him about why she’s always alone and pushing people away? Good, good. Now, if you rewatch that scene, you’ll notice that throughout the speech she IS emotional. But her voice only breaks and wavers when she says Yang’s name. The same thing happens with Yang when she talks to Weiss about Blake. It becomes clear that she's not really angry at BLAKE. She's angry because Blake didn't TELL her anything. Because sheeee...? Loves her and wants to support her, very good. Blake and Yang are the DEFINITION of pining in volume 5 .-. Like, look at how they look at each other at the end of Volume 5 when they see each other again ._.

Sheer AWE. I don't even think they had this much awe on their face when they saw Jin and Ambrosius. Ya know... Who are basically Gods?

In conclusion, please LORD stop being delusional about the Bees. It's FINE if you don't ship them, as long as you're not a douche bag about it, it's FINE if you prefer Black Sun. It's FINE. No one CARES what you ship. It's a PROBLEM when you're an ASSHOLE about it >_> You can ship your ships while ACKNOWLEDGING that Yang and Blake are canonically girlfriends now.

[liacobain]

i’m sorry that caitlin clark has the IMMENSE privilege to say that she “stays off social media” and that she “doesn’t see” all this stuff. fuck outta my face bro. that’s such bullshit. oh my god that is SUCH FUCKING BULLSHIT.

what’s crazy is her psycho fans have already hated on Kate saying the truth that A’ja is the best player and leaders she’s ever been around. and Clark is not gonna address that either and let her cult fans attack HER BEST FRIEND OF 4 YEARS for a true statement. All of a sudden Clark was the leader of the Iowa team now? That was all Kate for 4 yrs.

The reason why they were trashing the ESPN rookie ranking was because they chose to ignore how they came about the ranking…they included efficiency and Clark hasn’t been efficient. Don’t care how many points you scored or how many rebounds you have, she turns the ball over more than anyone and her defense is mediocre at best. There’s literally a checklist that the committee uses to select the players. Guess what, Clark doesn’t check all the boxes. Not sides telling the media what Clark told her after finding out she didn’t make the roster, “They woke a monster.” Sure, Jan. She’s still gonna turn the ball over a lot, and shoot 3s since that’s all she really does.

it actually pisses me off that when asked questions all she says is “oh i don’t have social media” or “i try to block that out” like i get not being on social media because oh my god is it hell, but when you have people that support you being racist towards your peers and your TEAMMATES?? you have to speak up. there’s no way she doesn’t know what’s going on bro she’s just choosing to live in ignorance. and that’s what rlly shows her privilege. bc god forbid angel be caitlin in this situation, lord knows what people would say about her. the LEAST caitlin could say is “hey, stop being racist and rude to my peers i don’t condone that” and i would be fine. but she just won’t. and that’s extremely fucking frustrating. the whole narrative that caitlin is the victim in all these situations is bullshit. her fans literally can’t handle the fact that she’s have a learning curve, which is totally ok for a rookie. caitlin isn’t the greatest player in the world and that’s ok. she’ll learn and get better. her “fans” literally aren’t fucking helping. i’m tired of all this weird ass discourse

also like i said before, let more ppl start coming for kate and ong i will be fighting tooth and nail 😭😭😭 kate is her best friend, and if she can’t even acknowledge her fans when coming after her BEST FRIEND idek what to think anymore. kate has always been the leader, so now she’s around other leaders and she’s giving them praise. idk why ppl have to make it about caitlin. so frustrating.

[samglyph]

I truly believe Will Wood is an incredible musician and songwriter and is one of the top lyricists in the last decade both in and outside of the genres that he chooses to play in with absolutely zero irony. I also believe that you can only fully understand that if you’ve either had a pet die before listening to his music or you have a history of drug abuse and mental health crises. Or you’re trans.

[ode-to-fury]

Friendship Astarion is so important to me. Like I know everyone is horny for the sassy elf but like… what if he learned to care for someone without sex? What if he tried to manipulate Tav into bed and they told him no? And then… kept being nice to him? Kept taking care of him and expecting the same in return? What if he doesn’t have to fall in love to realise he wants to live a life where he cares about things and makes his own decisions? What if he tells them about how he used his body anyway? What if they tell him he never has to again? What if they hug him and expect nothing back? What if they put their head on his shoulder and nothing else? What if, for the first time in 200 years, he felt safe enough to joke and laugh and not put on a show because it’s obvious they don’t feel that sort of attraction to him anyway? What if he just had a best friend?

[dragonsdendoodles]

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SO GANG HOW WE FEELING ABOUT THIS ONE

[psqqa]

if they wanted me to edit these research guides in a timely manner they should have written them better

[baconcolacan]

I really wish the binary genders weren’t socialized so differently sometimes. It’s so easy to cuddle up with my girl friends and even say I love you to them, but not with my guy friends….it makes me kinda sad

[thatfaerieprincess]

Feel free to skip on past this, I’ve just gotta ramble for a minute bc i cant stop thinking about this kid from work last week. They were so much like me at that age (5-6th grade) that I didn’t know how to interact with them? I didn’t know what to say to them bc I don’t know what I needed to hear back then, what I would’ve WANTED to hear? What would I have even listened to? They were almost entirely silent and looked out at the world with a hesitant curiosity, but would pull back so fast as soon as you tried to interact w them. Little to no eye contact, face hidden in hair, always looking down, following others until they could strike off on their own and just quietly explore. Intently focusing on drawing any chance they got. We did an art project and they hunched over their piece the entire time and wouldn’t let any of us see it in progress, refusing to look up or acknowledge us if we asked to see it or to know what it was. Idk. I barely interacted w them while they were with us for those few days bc I didn’t know how? It almost hurt to try? It was like looking back into a time machine and i didn’t know how to tell them that it does get better,,, I still don’t even know if where I am is better, some days feel so unsure that I don’t think I’ve made any progress at all. But seeing that kid, idk. I’ve come pretty far. And it DOES get better. Maybe it’s not the best now, or even that great at all, but it’s better. I wish I could’ve told them but I don’t think they’d have wanted to hear it anyway

[what-the-fuck-khr]

whoever put that fuckass artwork of a scary motherfucker face thing whatever without warning I’m going to kill you. I’m going to rip you to fucking pieces

[starlooove]

If ur blaming bad writers for why you only read WFA and fanfic…boy have I got some news for you!

[orangespottedgiraffe]

So

[joskippy]

I hope the amount of research I have to do for c:u! shows because it’s the most frustrating aspect of this project LOL

[karinyosa]

they should make food thats convenient and easy to eat in under like an hour

[stars-and-birds]

i’m just so, so tired.

[amethyst-halo]

ok iread the forum and im NOT HAVING IT