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there's a certain redhead begging for attention rn.

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i moved rhaenyra, hermione and natalia to their own side blogs. if you wanna write with them give me a poke and i will send you the url.

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i moved rhaenyra, hermione and natalia to their own side blogs. if you wanna write with them give me a poke and i will send you the url.

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I might have done a thing. Well... many things.

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the vibe of "he couldn't get to her in time & she got hurt" - i need it.

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if anyone knows anyone that would like to write a tim bradford against a lucy chen - send 'em my way!

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unarmed and safe 🎉🎉🎉

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In this essay I will explain why Bucky Barnes can lift Thor’s hammer-

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don't mind me just casually obsessed with a new ship.

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SHE LEANED AGAINST THE EDGE of the table top, her backside resting on the firm surface a little bit as she looked at the man sitting before her - for one of the very few rare moments that she gazing down upon his frame rather than having to crane her head up. Rhaenyra accepted the cup of wine from his hand - a weight of the gesture settling heavilly upon her shoulders but with a warmth that she welcomed. a duty and a burden. a claim and a pleasure. to have her betrothed offer his own cup to her an easy sign of care and devotion that many would think false and scoff upon.

"Daemon." her hiss of his name rang through the silence around them, eyes widening as the Princess had to swallow quickly as the shock of such bold claim being uttered out loud registered within her head. "ēlī aōha ēngos - pār aōha orvorta." [ first your tongue - then your cock. ] the woman added with an expression under control, a smile of utmost innocence stretching at her lips as Rhaenyra took another sip of the wine. for anyone who dared to sneakily watch from the shadows it would be nothing but an afternoon spent together by the soon-to-be-wed couple. a time to get to know each other before the big day. IF ONLY THEY KNEW how intimately & how closely the two of them had already gotten. "se pār kesan mazverdagon sure naejot return se vaoreznon." [ and then maybe I will make sure to return the favor. ]

" my words are only spoken with EASE because they are truth. ” he remains STILL , violet eyes holding her gaze , his lips twitching playfully as she pushes his hair back into place. though brief , he leans into her touch , RELISHING in her daring move. the prince sits back in his seat , slouching ──── such TERRIBLE manners for someone of royal status , yet not unusual for prince daemon.

from the table beside him , daemon grabs for his cup and brings the rim to his lips. he takes a swig of wine before extending the cup to rhaenyra , pressing the rim to her lips to drink. “ va ñuha ybon , lēda ñuha ēngos , kostilus. [ on my knees , with my tongue , perhaps ] ” he switches to the tongue of their ancestors so EASILY , a way to keep their private conversations from the ears of others. his sly smile returns. “ lēda ñuha orvorta , ēva iksā hīghagon ñuha brōzi. [ with my cock , until you are screaming my name. ] ”

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yes hello. ( @bigdaddydaemon )

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place a blood-covered man before any of my muses and watch how they immadiately get h*rny and... yeah, i don't make the rules.

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A FLUSH SPREAD ACROSS HER CHEEKS and dipped down to the line of her slender throat, stretching to the flesh hidden by the collar of her dress - Rhaenyra absolutely despised how easily he could make her blush. how some pretty words were enough to turn her from a fierce and intelligent heir to the throne into a blubbering mess of a lady in the presence of a handsome lord. if it were the first time Daemon had spoken to her she could possibly even forgive her own body's betrayal. the man was as handsome as they come. but this was not. they had known each other longer than she dared to count. and yet her body still became a quivering mess of lust and shyness whenever the man smiled just right her way.

as his lips met hers in a soft, almost innocent, kiss it only made her heart flutter harder than before. how could he speak of such words, treat her with such care - when she knew the stories of his fame upon the battlefields by heart. every last gossip and tale of his men that was passed down to settle terror and fear into the minds and souls of their enemies. and yet the very same hands touched her with such delicate care that it was nearly impossible to believe he had ever spilled blood.

"you speak such pretty words with such ease." Rhaenyra teased, lilac eyes sparkling as her freed hand moved to his hair to push a stray strand back into its proper place --- daring to take a moment to caress Daemon's cheekbone for a moment. just a split of a heartbeat longer than necessary - THAN APPROPRIATE. "---and how exactly would you serve me, my Prince?"

rare it is for the rogue prince to utter such words , especially in such a PUBLIC setting. but their wedding draws near , and daemon cannot quell the excitement in his bones. to be bound for an eternity to the woman he loves , to have been GRANTED such an honor despite his brother’s anger , despite the dagger he held to his throat . . . a marriage of his own choosing , not one arranged for him , not one void of love and happiness. a marriage between two targaryen royals , as dictated by the customs of their house ──── as was meant to be. a playful grin spreads across his face.

“ to say you are nothing more than another piece of treasure added to my hoard is blasphemous. ” not a religious man by any means , yet it feels IMPROPER for her to equate herself as such , even in jest. “ you , ñuha jorrāelagon [ my love ] , are the only piece of treasure these claws have touched. ” a truth , for daemon had never opened his heart to another , had never LOVED another in the ways he loved rhaenyra.

another gentle tug to her wrist , pulling her down further , until their lips meet. the kiss is quick , chaste , innocent ──── everything somewhat acceptable for the public eye ; a promise of more later lingers. “ gold and power do not interest me , ” he grumbles once they part. “ i will play my part as your king consort , when the day comes , but politicking was never something i enjoyed. i would much rather serve you , once the crown is atop your brow , princess. ” a quick wink as he releases her wrist , his words dripping with innuendo.

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! go here and pick out a font which resembles your muse’s handwriting.

tagged by: @sigilsongs , thank you!

MODERN VERSE

CANON VERSE

tagging: @bigdaddydaemon , @worthyheir & anyone who wants to play!

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HER FRAME LEANED IN CLOSER, a dagerous feat all on its own if only not for the fact that the Princess knew no harm would come her way. not from him. lilac gaze met Daemon's at the same time as a soft smile tugged upon the corners of her lips and she easily and comfortably allowed the man to guide her closer without complaint. without a care in the world about anyone who might watch. without worry about hyenas and voltures amongst them.

Rhaenyra tilted her head back and let out a soft, melodic laught at the man's question - the sweet words stirring something deep within her heart that made her breath catch in her throat. his eyes on her becoming a pivoting point of her entire being. suddenly nothing existed except for him. and her. the two of them in this one single moment. "you have stolen my heart a long time ago, Daemon." she teased "like a dragon gathering yet another sparkling piece to his treasure." Rhaenyra added, her words spoken as a jest and yet there was no ounce of lie within them - they rang with honesty on her tongue and she hoped that one day he might see it as clearly as she "just make sure it does not get burried beneath the weight of the gold and power once you become my husband by law."

through long lashes , he watches her , his betrothed , as she walks amongst the flowerbeds , bending down to pluck a few from the dirt. she straightens her posture and begins to weave the blooms together , returning to him beneath the veranda. an eyebrow raises in question as rhaenyra moves in close , placing the woven flowers atop his head. he angles his head slightly , careful to keep the makeshift crown atop his brow. he grabs for her wrist when she makes to pull away , fingers lightly wrapping themselves around her , offering a gentle tug toward him. there are eyes about ──── rats who would sooner scurry off to the king’s hand , exaggerating what they had seen in hopes of a large reward , than keep their mouths shut. he wants her in his lap , wants to stake his claim publicly , so that the eyes of dogs would look elsewhere.

“ i believe it will , princess , ” utters daemon , a soft smile reserved solely for her returning to his face. “ though , i did just relinquish my previous crown to your father , only to be crowned anew. tell me , princess ──── that crown made me king of the stepstones and the narrow sea. does this one , in fact , make me king of your heart , i wonder ? ”

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THE YELLOW PETALS OF THE FLOWER looked almost too bright, too happy, against he light canvas of the Prince's hair - but it was the one closest to her reach, the one that Rhaenyra could tear away from the embrace of greenery to stick into the tresses of her betrothed's hair. an amusing, CHILDISH GAME - only a step off of making flowercrowns together - but it eased the stress on her shoulders to hear him laugh.

"are there any eligible maidens near enough to notice the flowers in your hair, my Prince?" the woman asked in return, lilac gaze sharp as she arched a brow at him before swiftly standing up. bare feet across the spread of grass carried her easily, towards the nearest patch of flowers where Rhaenyra bent down and picked up not one --- but three. a poppy, its petals as red as blood. a daisy with its innocent little bloom. a forget-me-not to even out the colors and hold onto its meaning. slender fingers easily wove the long stems into the begining of a crown, tying the blooms into a row that she then stuck behind Daemon's ear. the flowers arching across his head towards the man's temple, accenting his sharp cheekbones even further. "will this suffice in warding off any & ALL ladies?"

send 🌺 to put a flower in my muse's hair. | @volcre (rhaenyra) sent a raven.

violet locks with lilac , one pair of eyes ──── his ──── squinting in the bright sun , the other narrowed playfully ──── hers ──── one brow raised playfully. there is a flower tucked delicately amongst the strands of silver hair , cropped short from his time at battle in the stepstones , a triumphant smirk gracing the features of a rather PLEASED princess.

" is this what i will be dealing with after you have been made my wife ? " asks the rogue prince , the first to break eye contact , choosing instead of turn his gaze to his hands in his lap. a chuckle escapes him , for he is UNABLE to continue the façade any longer. rhaenyra had that effect on him. " you could at least do me the honor of putting your FAVORITE flower in my hair. how else will eligible maidens know that i am taken ? "

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& @bigdaddydaemon said: a new year — their first together , as a couple , and while many party in the streets , counting down the seconds until the clock strikes midnight , daemon has his head between rhaenyra’s legs , mouth ravishing her wet core like a starved man. he grips her outer thighs tightly , certain to leave marks upon her skin ; one hand , however , moves in search of hers , threading their fingers together as he pleases her , determined to bring her to the brink just as the new year rolls in. // RANDOM ASKS // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

THEIR DAY-TO-DAY LIFE WENT BY filled with the thrill and dangers of such a line of business - loud music, alcohol and dancing were nothing new or exciting at this point. sometimes even becoming a hinderence. sometimes all she wished for was a quiet evening spent in their shared bedroom, doing absolutely nothing except for cuddling and enjoying their time together. but no. life was busy. life was fast. and scary. and thrilling. but with Daemon at her side, the past few months had been much more bearable --- ALMOST EASY.

"Daemon." the blonde gasped, slender fingers grasping at her lover's hair and using the hold to pull him closer to her core without a care in the world that she lost sight of the clock on the wall. it did not matter at this point - not when his tongue on her pussy felt like a dream come true, not when each new lick made her toes curl in deeply sated satisfaction while coils of lust settled within her veins. the seconds ticked by, maybe turning into hours at this point, Rhaenyra could not be sure. maybe they were already past the strike of midnight but she did not care. there was nothing more important to celebrate either way. the new year rolling in was nothing but another page on the callendar. no plans made, no resolutions, no expectations. she was too old to believe in the magic of the wish at the new year's first call. instead the blonde focused on something far more important. far more pleasurable. the way Daemon's hands stroked and teased, the way he played her with ease - tugging her to the very top before she crashed back down with a moan of wanton lust. "please, please, ple- oh."