#daemon simping hard

[bumblesimagines]

The Dragon of Runestone

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Prince (Y/N) Targaryen has kept to Runestone with his grandsire in preparation for taking the seat of House Royce but when his uncle passes and his cousin is usurped, he makes the decision to fly to her aid and unite with his family.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

TW/CW: Typical GoT/HOTD warnings, Targcest/Incest (Half Sister-Half Brother/Cousins/Stepbrothers), mention of Daemon's two dead wives, mention of Luke's death, age gap Jace and Baela are around 18/19 while (Y/N) is in early to mid twenties (don't ask me his exact age I didn't want to do the math), Daemon is a questionable father but what else is new, drinking, Jace is a SIMP, sexual/suggestive content

I hate how intricate Rhaenyra/Alicent/Helaenas hairstyles are in comparison to Rhaena and Baela who get the simplest of styles. I also had more written but it was going into full smut territory 💀

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Luke was dead.

Despite the days and weeks that passed, Jace hadn't yet wrapped his head around it. His partner in crime, his shadow, his closest friend, his little brother... dead. Slaughtered mercilessly by their kinslayer of an uncle. His mother had been clear in her instructions when she agreed to send them away, fully and completely adamant that they not engage with anyone. Luke followed his mother's orders diligently and the Greens took him without remorse. 

The cold that'd washed over him when he received news of it, when he read the letter sent to him by his stepfather and felt the realization settled in... the cold of the North had nothing against it. Nothing against the unsettling iciness that swept through his veins or the way his heart squeezed and dropped to the pits of his stomach. Lord Cregan Stark's attempts at comfort had gone in one ear and out the other during the descent down from the Wall. 

He prayed it'd been a mistake, that Luke's name had been miswritten, and Daemon had meant another Velaryon. Convincing himself of such a thing allowed him to fly back to Dragonstone, allowed him to dream that the moment he got there, he'd see his brother and Arrax waiting for him; that they'd laugh about the misunderstanding and settle down together to talk about Storm's End and the North while the sun set over the horizon. But all he received when he climbed off Vermax were pitiful, sorrowful looks from the servants and guards of Dragonstone. 

Luke was dead... and he was partly to blame for his death. 

It'd seemed like a good idea at the time, for him and his brother to mount their dragons to ensure those who'd bent the knee when his mother had been named heir planned on keeping their oath. It'd seemed simple enough, as well, to fly out to meet and dine with nobles who'd trip over themselves to please two princelings. But Aemond had beaten Luke to Storm's End, and chosen to spill the first blood of war over silly childhood pranks. 

Jace attempted to distract himself through various means such as training twice as hard and attending his mother's council meetings; all in hopes of swallowing his guilt and grief into the back of his mind. He shed enough tears, sobbed enough into the shoulder of his mother, and told his pains to Baela. It was time to focus on avenging his brother, on claiming back the throne usurped by his uncle and the wicked Hightowers. Distracting himself, as he quickly grew to learn, was easier when his stepbrother lingered around and took his place at the table. Visenya born again, they called him. The Dragon of Runestone. 

Jace enjoyed watching him during meetings, observing and taking note of how he conducted himself. (Y/N) cut down power-seeking nobles with ease, his violet eyes piercing into those who dared interrupt or speak over Rhaenyra. It was comforting despite the blatant indifference he had for his cousin outside of war meetings and discussions. Rhaenyra needed powerful people on her side, powerful men that others feared enough to remain silent on their opinions and desires.

He only had a few years on Jace; born three years before his mother's sudden passing. Jace heard the rumors that Daemon had been insistent the babe wasn't his until (Y/N) was born with those signature silver locks, forcing him back to Runestone to see his firstborn son and admit Targaryen blood flowed through his veins. Rhea refused to allow him to take (Y/N) far from Runestone but her wishes were ignored when she passed, leaving her inheritance to her only child and her estranged husband to do as he pleased.

From what the twins had told Jace, even as a toddler and young boy he'd fussed when tended to by his father's new wife, Lady Laena. Kicking, crying, biting, and shoving; it felt as if the boy knew she'd been a swift replacement for his mother. He'd been developing from a boy to a tween when his half-sisters were born and even then, he ignored them in favor of being with others on Pentos or flying with his dragon, Bantis. 

From a young age, Jace had idolized him; the cooler older boy with an air of indifference and mystery. He simply couldn't resist the allure, and neither did Baela. 

"I think the first time he ever looked at me had been during training," Baela had told him one time, back in Driftmark hours after her mother's funeral. They'd been young children then, and it'd been the first time Jace laid eyes on (Y/N) outside of stories and paintings. He'd been captivated despite the never-fading scowl and snarky attitude. "I picked up a training sword and hit his friend in the leg with it. It was the first time I ever heard him laugh." The glimmer in her eye had been undeniable. 

Focusing on silly little feelings hardly seemed appropriate during a time of war, but it took Jace's mind off the reality around them. Especially when he could rest his arms along the stone railing of a balcony overlooking where knights trained and watch (Y/N) knock men twice his age down onto the floor. His eyes followed each movement of his arms and legs, gaze lingering on the tight grip he had on his sword and thoughts drifting to wonder what it'd feel like to have them pressed on bare skin. 

"You can speak with him, you know." Jace flinched, his body instinctively straightening up and heat bursting across his face as he turned to face his betrothed. Baela smiled at him, teasing and friendly, sliding up to take the spot beside him and releasing a thoughtful sigh at the sight of her older half-brother. (Y/N) slammed his foot into the back of his sparring partner's knee, the blade of his sword pressing against the man's neck. He smirked and it sent a shiver down Jace's spine. 

"I doubt he'd like that," Jace responded, albeit a bit whiny, but he felt comfortable enough around Baela to let go of what was expected of a prince like him. They were to be wed one day, after all. Baela glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, a soft laugh escaping her.

It was true, in a way. (Y/N) hardly liked any of his family, apart from those in Runestone. He'd fallen out with Daemon the day his father chose to wed Rhaenyra; an argument so vicious it ended with (Y/N) striking Daemon in the jaw and flying away on Bantis, never to answer any letters from any of them again. King Viserys appeared to have been the only one left he cared enough about to visit, but he'd proven to at least hold some love for them by ensuring Lady Jeyne Arryn kept to her oath without being asked to and flying to Dragonstone to serve on Rhaenyra's council before a letter could be sent to Runestone. 

"He is kind when he wants to be." Jace looked at her sideways. Baela laughed again, the sweet sound carrying with the wind that tousled her silver curls. "It's true, I swear! I've seen it before. He can be kind. He is just... hard to reach. You cannot blame him for being distant, I suppose. It can be hard to have Daemon as a father." 

"It must be." Jace thought back on the rumors surrounding Rhea Royce's death. He winced when the sparring partner tapped out, the knight's nose trickling with blood. The squires and available knights around shrank back when (Y/N) turned toward them. "The only times I've heard them speak has been from arguments heard all around Dragonstone. I hear even Caraxes and Bantis cannot stand to be around each other."

"Father does love him and wants him around but... he has little patience and (Y/N) has never tolerated being yelled at," Baela spoke, her hand flying to grasp his arm as she did and feet turning toward the stairs leading down to the training area. Jace felt himself automatically tense when (Y/N)'s sharp violet eyes turned in their direction. 

Gods, he hated how easily his legs weakened and cheeks flared in (Y/N)'s presence. The others around dipped their heads respectfully, bowing to whom would be their future rulers once the Iron Throne returned to its rightful heir. Jace managed to tear his eyes away from the prince to nod to those around, motioning for them to leave with another nod. They quickly did, practically scrambling away before (Y/N) could pluck one and toss them around. 

"Brother," Baela greeted, her hand leaving Jace's arm to lace her fingers together before her. (Y/N) gave a hum of acknowledgment, the tip of his sword digging into the mushy ground when he leaned into it. His hair had long gone askew from the constant movement but Jace thought it suited him perfectly. "Perhaps it'd be better if you stopped beating up our knights."

"They're knights." (Y/N) drawled. "They ought to get used to it before facing real battle. If they cannot do well in training, they'll die on the field. The sheep of the Vale are tougher than some of the fools here." 

"If you feel their performances are inadequate then feel free to train them." Jace felt more than thankful to have Baela at his side, otherwise he would've stuttered through his sentences harder than a babe learning to speak. (Y/N) regarded him with little emotion. "We deserve to have the best of the best protecting us and our claim, after all."

"Whatever you say, Jacaerys." (Y/N) raised his sword and slipped it back into its sheath, unaware of the disappointment coursing through his stepbrother's veins. Baela glanced between them, her fingers tightening around each other and teeth catching her bottom lip. She stepped forward, blocking his path before he could depart. 

"Why don't we catch up, Brother? It has been much time since we've spoken. You must have many stories to tell of the Vale, do you not?" Baela, ever the quick thinker, said as she looped her arm around (Y/N) and sent a look Jace's way. The brunette nodded along with her words, a prick of hope sparking in his chest. 

The older prince's eyes slowly slid between the two, a single brow lifting for a moment before he gave a curt nod. "I suppose I have time to spare. It'll be over wine, however. I could use a drink or two." 

"Over wine." Jace agreed and found himself unable to resist a giddy grin from spreading across his face. 

The buzz of wine coursing through his veins hardly helped with the heat flowing through his body. Conversation had surprisingly started easily with Baela asking questions about the Vale and Runestone, perhaps the taste of Dornish wine having some to do with (Y/N)'s relaxed, semi-open composure. Jace absentmindedly listened to his betrothed and stepbrother speak, his hand swirling the cup of deep red wine that he assumed to be some sort of Dornish wine. It tasted sweet, addictively so. 

His eyes flitted around the bedchambers given to (Y/N), mostly lingering on the bed Jace noted to be the perfect size to fit three or more people. His thumb pressed into the designs of the goblet in hand, his mind racing with his vivid imagination.

He'd hardly done anything with Baela apart from holding her hand or embracing her, but he oft' thought of how their life as a married couple would go. He'd never been with any else before, man or woman, unlike many of the men around him. He was a prince, for Gods sake. He was meant to be the very definition of a gentleman... although that certainly never stopped the thoughts from conjuring late at night. 

His teeth caught his bottom lip and tore a bit of skin off, the heat rushing to his stomach making his grip tighten on the goblet. Baela and (Y/N) looked dazzling in the warm glow of the candlelight and moonlight seeping in through the balcony. Baela's brown skin looked warmer, dewier, so much so that Jace wanted to run his hands over every inch of her. He loved when she released her hair so it tumbled down her shoulders and framed her face with those perfect curls. Her purple eyes glimmered with each flicker of the candles, and her full lips looked utterly enticing. 

(Y/N) looked similarly, his hair pushed back from running his fingers through it multiple times and his features softened into a look of contentment. He'd rid himself of his overshirt when they entered his room, leaving him in an undershirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Jace's gaze trailed over his arms, strong enough to no doubt lift him from the ground. He slowly moved his gaze upward, studying each detail of his body until he focused on his face. He startled when the two made eye contact and (Y/N)'s lips curled upward into a smirk that reeked of trouble.

"Jacaerys," (Y/N) called, dragging his propped-up feet off the table and planting them firmly on the floor. Jace swallowed thickly, contemplating taking another swing of his wine. Baela delicately sipped on the last of her wine and reached for the pitcher, pouring herself the last of its contents. "Have you ever gone to bed with someone before? Or have you been keeping your hands to yourself 'til marriage?"

Baela grew still, her eyes widening at the swift change in topic from something innocent to speaking of sex. Jace flushed, heat spreading across his face and neck, his ears growing unbelievably hot. She was a lady. Hardly the sort of subject two men would speak of so carelessly. Sex was only spoken of with certain people: parents, septas, maesters, and partners. Sure, he'd heard plenty of filth spew from Aegon's mouth, but it hardly beat hearing it from (Y/N) in front of Baela.

"I-" Jace cut himself off with another swallow, his adams apple bobbing and tongue unable to form words. He pressed his lips together, his free hand curling against his thigh and eyes flickering wildly between Baela and (Y/N). "I-I have not. I... I was taught not to bring ruin onto a lady by... such acts."

"Ah, you sound like a prude." (Y/N) laughed lightly and set his goblet on the table, the smirk hanging onto his lips. "I'm certain your parents would hardly fault you for... indulging with one another. You've thought about it, haven't you, Jacaerys? She's your bride-to-be, after all." 

Jace's face felt as if a dragon had blown on it. "I-"

"What about you, Brother?" Baela cut in, her composure drastically more calm and collected than Jace's but he noted the way her thighs pressed together beneath the skirt of her dress. (Y/N) tore his amused stare away from Jace and onto his half-sister, his finger running circles over the rim of his goblet. "Have you... been with anyone before?"

"'Course I have." He gave a light scoff and envy flooded Jace's stomach. "Maids, ladies, whores, knights, lordlings. I'm not a child nor saving myself for whichever noble lady ends up my wife. There's little to do in the Vale apart from typical lord things; hunting, riding, and those sorts of things get boring after a while." 

Maids, ladies, whores, knights, and lordlings.

Women and men.

Jace's gaze darted over to Baela, meeting her wide-eyed stare as the two came to a similar realization, and then, the same idea; a spark ignited in her eyes and a light flickered on in his head. Gods, was he glad they were betrothed. They were so similar in so many ways, he certainly couldn't wait to rule side by side with her. Jace knew coming to an agreement with her would hardly ever be a hassle. 

"Show us, then," Jace said, the wine dancing in his body only filling him with confidence and boldness. (Y/N)'s head tilted to the side in question, and for a moment it was easy to forget he was the child of a brutal prince. "You have much experience under your belt, do you not? Why not teach us how to properly bed one another?" 

"I'm certain you know where everything ought to go, Jacaerys." 

"Obviously," The heat returned to his face. "But... I've never kissed anyone nor touched anyone. You have, however."

Jace received a hum in response and (Y/N)'s head tilted back in thought, seemingly contemplating the idea. Jace felt nerves beginning to bubble up in his stomach, anxious over what the response would be. It'd be one thing to finally have one of his dreams fulfilled, another to have to face him the following days with a sober mind and a dejected heart. Baela met his eyes again, giving him a subtle nod of encouragement. He could still backtrack, still laugh it off-

Fingers grasped the side of his throat, coarse fingertips dipping into the hairs on the nape of his neck and digging into his skin. He only had a brief moment to look back at the older prince before lips pressed against his own, a sharp shiver darting down his spine and body tensing. (Y/N)'s lips felt soft against his own but Jace hardly knew what to do apart from tentatively parting them. He shuddered when (Y/N)'s tongue invaded his mouth, his hand nearly dropping the goblet as he clumsily searched for the table in order to set it down. Once both hands were free, he pressed them against (Y/N)'s shoulders and began meekly mimicking him. 

When they pulled back, Jace sighed at the string of saliva connecting them before (Y/N) wiped his mouth. He grinned at him, a breathy and amused chuckle leaving him at the dazed sight of Jace.

Be it the wine or simply the giddy feeling constricting his heart, Jace could barely think straight, his thoughts only focusing when (Y/N) patted his thigh, his attention directed onto Baela. She rose from her seat and shuffled around the table, carefully sitting sideways on her half-brother's lap. Jace's breeches felt excruciatingly tight, the feeling only growing as he watched the two lock lips. 

Baela lifted her hand to cup (Y/N)'s cheek, the other tightly curling around the sleeve of his shirt. (Y/N) kept his palm pressed to her back while his other hand danced downward until it reached the skirt of her black and red dress, his fingers curling and slowly dragging the fabric upwards to reveal her calf and then her lower thigh. Jace squirmed in his seat, battling with urges threatening to take over his mind; a battle he began slowly losing as he watched (Y/N)'s fingers dig into the flesh of her thigh.

Suddenly, (Y/N) stood and took Baela along with him, setting her down on the edge of the table and pulling away to grab his forgotten cup and blindly toss it aside. It clattered with the stone floor, the wine spilling and darkening the shade of gray. Effortlessly, (Y/N)'s fingers undid the knotted laces of the back of Baela's dress, his legs pushing hers apart and causing the skirt to ride up further. Jace watched, eyes bouncing around their bodies until he looked at (Y/N)'s face pleadingly. 

"Put what you learned to practice, Jacaerys." 

With those words, Jace shot up from his seat, nearly knocking the chair back from the sheer speed and force. Baela's chest lightly heaved with pants, her half-lidded eyes meeting Jace's when he stood at her side. He leaned in and despite the need blazing in his lower belly, Jace kissed her gently, sweetly, moving slowly and taking his time. Her lips felt soft and plush, and they parted easily. It was clumsy but endearing, and it made his heart swell. 

"Shit," Jace cursed, reeling back from Baela when his pants loosened and a hand dipping beneath his breeches. (Y/N) chuckled breathily against Baela's neck before latching his lips onto her and searching around until he found a spot that made her breath hitch and hands fly to grab the collar of his shirt. Jace's legs threatened to give out from under him when (Y/N) lightly squeezed him, forcing him to brace himself against the table and drop his forehead down onto Baela's shoulder. 

"Sensitive, the both of you." (Y/N)'s muffled voice said, and Jace caught the way he dragged his teeth along Baela's neck, enticing a shudder and soft whine out of her before he lightly dug his teeth where her shoulder and neck met. Jace barely had a chance to respond before letting out a strangled groan at the feeling of (Y/N) slowly stroking him, his hips bucking and knees trembling with each slow drag of his hand. 

Jace whined suddenly when (Y/N) retracted his hand, a sound that made his neck flush in embarrassment and lips form a disappointed scowl directed at the older prince. (Y/N) rolled his eyes at him, fingers hooking along Jace's pants and breeches to swiftly tug them down to his thighs. The cold air from the cool breeze flowing in through the balcony made him shiver, goosebumps rising along his skin. His first instinct was to tug his pants back up and hide himself from their prying eyes but he pushed the urge down.

"Take it off." (Y/N) told him, or rather ordered him, the tone making Jace woozy with the desire to fulfill his every command. He clumsily did as told, nearly stumbling over his jittery legs as he undressed fully despite the cold nipping at his exposed skin. (Y/N) eyed him over and then grinned again, his hand roughly grabbing Jace by the hip and tugging him closer to slam their lips together. When he drew back, he nodded over to the bed and Jace's features brightened, eagerly moving toward the bed.

(Y/N) carefully tugged Baela's dress down her shoulders, dragging the sleeves down past her elbows and freeing her arms. She shivered at the cold first and then wrapped her arm around her chest, her skin feeling as if the sun were glaring directly down on her. (Y/N) snorted softly, his eyes surprisingly soft as he peeled her arm away from her chest, leaving butterflies fluttering around her stomach. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her, his hand pulling and tugging at her dress until it fell down her thighs and partly over Jace's scattered clothes. 

His arm dropped so he could lift her by her thighs, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and head burying into his neck as they moved toward the bed where Jace awaited them. (Y/N) lowered her down on the bed, the covers feeling soft and silky against her skin. Jace's chin hooked over her shoulder, his hand cupping her jaw before lowering to explore her neck and shoulders, trailing down her arm and moving onto her hip. 

"You're beautiful." He murmured, and any tension in her body disappeared. She smiled and kissed him, already addicted to mushing their lips together no matter how clumsy or messy. Jace pulled back, brushing his lips over her cheek before swooping down to peck her shoulder, his long brown curls tickling her jaw. 

"I think..." Baela spoke softly, head turning toward the older prince still standing and still clothed. "Someone has far too many layers on." 

"I do not recall saying I'd bed either of you." (Y/N) spoke, attention shifting downward when Jace pushed the bottom of his shirt out from his pants to expose the skin beneath. Despite his words, he did little to stop the brunette from undoing his belt nor did he protest when Baela tucked her knees underneath herself and rose to unbutton his shirt. 

"You said you'd teach us," Jace reminded him, his lips pressing against (Y/N)'s happy trail and hands eagerly mimicking what the older prince had done to him moments prior; swiftly undressing him and leaning back to look him over, the sight alone making the brunette's mouth water. "We have to practice on someone, do we not?"

The corner of (Y/N)'s lips twitched upward. "I suppose."

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Imagine losing your virginity to Daemon.

The firelight casts flickering shadows across the stone walls, but all you can see is him. Daemon Targaryen stands before you, eyes dark and unrelenting as they trace the curve of your body. Your breath catches when he steps closer, the heat of his presence making your skin prickle.

"Are you afraid?" he asks, voice low and edged with something dangerous.

You swallow hard but lift your chin. "No."

A smirk tugs at his lips, sharp, predatory. "Good." His fingers brush against your cheek, featherlight but enough to set your nerves alight. "A dragon should never fear fire."

And yet, you tremble when his lips find yours. The kiss is all consuming, a claim rather than a question, and it leaves you breathless. He doesn't stop. His hands are already undoing the ties of your dress, slow enough to give you a chance to pull away. But you don't.

The fabric slides from your shoulders, pooling at your feet. You resist the urge to cover yourself, and the intensity of his gaze makes you feel as if he's stripped you bare in more ways than one.

"Perfect," he murmurs against the skin of your collarbone.

His fingers trail over your skin, and you shiver under his touch. He guides you back until the backs of your knees hit the bed, and when he lowers you onto it, you let him. Every brush of his lips, every press of his hands, ignites something inside you, something wild and wanting.

"You can stop me if you wish," he says, hovering above you, but there's something in his voice that almost pleads for you not to.

You shake your head. "I don't want you to stop."

The words unleash something in him. He claims you slowly at first, giving you time to adjust, but the stretch still burns. You gasp, and his lips find your neck, murmuring quiet reassurances against your skin.

The pain fades, replaced by heat that builds with every movement, and soon you're clutching at him, one hand tangled in his hair, the other with nails biting into his shoulder. He whispers your name like it's sacred, and when he finally shatters, pulling you with him, you know you've given him more than your body.

You've given him your soul.

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In The Shadow of Dragons Chapter 5: Flower

18+ | 5.6k | Daemon Targaryen X Female OC | possessive, protective, objectifying, simping, raunchy Daemon | Uncle / niece incest, Smut, First Time Oral, Semi Public Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, V fingering, Targcest, Courtship

This scene was kind of sweet, going back to the gift he had attempted to give Ryna on that day when he returned from the Stepstones some years back. It also rolls into their first real physical encounter, besides that closeness they shared on the terrace in the first chapter. Daemon trying so hard to be good, but not that hard xD Told from Daemon's POV.

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The two of them walked in silence for a time, Ryna’s arm in his, until they were past the guards and into the long corridor that led towards the outer yard. Once safely out of sight of any witnesses, Daemon suddenly pulled her into a nearby alcove, jostling a vase on the table beside them as he pressed her tightly against the wall. His eyes glittered with excitement, barely disguising his darker desires as he stared down at her.

At her startled gasp, his mouth curled into that familiar smirk. “You, my little niece,” he said in a growl, “did extremely well back there.”

The look of surprise quickly faded from her face, replaced with an air of indignity. “Can you believe she had the nerve to call me dull? I am still livid.” She huffed, her cheeks rosing with the sufferance of insults and not embarrassment for once.

He let out a quick series of pointed laughs against his lips before replying. “She clearly has no taste. You are anything but dull, sweetling. You are fire made flesh.” He had enjoyed seeing her behave in such a daring manner at breakfast, relishing in her cheeky attitude. Daemon had not thought his pure and sweet little niece capable of such aggression, but evidently he had been wrong.

“Do not let her get to you,” he added, tracing a finger along her jawline. “Your father summed it up perfectly. Rhaenyra behaves like an entitled, petulant child throwing a tantrum until she gets her way.” His gaze lingered on her plush lips, recalling the kiss they had shared the night before.

Oblivious to his attentions, despite the obviousness of his proximity, she continued to vent her frustrations. “And to think she called me, a Targaryen princess, with fire and blood running through my veins, ‘still as a pond!’ Even a Velaryon would be offended to hear such insults spouted against them!”

He snickered with a playful look in his eye, the corners of his mouth turned up in amusement. Though his niece had never displayed an inclination towards angry outbursts in the past, today’s incident had led him to wonder if her character was more akin to his own quick-tempered nature rather than the complacent demeanor of his brother.

Ryna’s ongoing tirade was abruptly cut off when Daemon held a finger to her lips, silencing her mid-speech. “Enough of that,” he said, his voice authoritative yet tinged with a hint of allure. “You are far too exquisite to waste your time complaining about a brat like Rhaenyra.”

Daemon leaned in a little more until he was so close that he could feel her breath against his face. “There are far more enjoyable things you could be doing that with that pretty mouth of yours.” His words were a soft insinuation spanning the possibilities between mostly innocent to entirely lewd. It certainly got her attention, her eyes darting up to his with a shy expression.

He pressed a simple kiss against her lips, wetting them with his tongue slightly as he savored the taste of her. His eyes rolled back for a split second as he let out a groan and pulled away, knowing he could not control himself lest he continue. The hall they were in was often traveled and not the best spot for an interlude. They would find more privacy in the gardens.

The princess became flush in response to the small demonstration of affection, the region below her collarbone now a bright pink in contrast to her alabaster skin.

My sweet niece. It doesn ’t take much, does it?

Daemon then took her hand, lacing his fingers through hers and led Ryna back down their originally intended route towards the garden. “We have something more important to discuss, Niece.”

“Such as?” she asked, trying in vain to compose herself as she looked up at him curiously.

“Our courtship, of course,” he said in a playful tone as they approached the exit.

They passed through the stone arch that led out into the garden proper and walked down the trail through the carefully manicured greenery until they reached the inner garden. It was surrounded by tall rose bushes, secluded and out of sight from the main walks. Water trickled from an ornate fountain of a dragon into a small pond edged with smooth rocks and there was a stone bench beside it so one might sit and enjoy the scenery.

He guided her to take a seat on the solid slate bench looking out over the waters and rustled in his pocket to fish something out. Daemon smiled fondly as he got down on his knees before her. Another shocked, almost frightened expression crossed her face, her eyes growing wide at the thought of what he might be up to.

Innocent little thing.

Reaching up, he tucked a loose strand of her Valyrian white-gold hair back into place behind her ear, letting his fingers remain on her face longer than perhaps was necessary. He found himself mesmerized all over again by her beauty, her purity, and the way she could make him feel simultaneously protective and sinful.

If only she knew how much he thought about her, his sweet, chaste little Ryna. How he wanted to claim her as his own and ruin her completely, yet at the same time, he wanted to shield her from all other harm. The irony of it made him both sick and excited all at once. He had been a man of vices, of carnal pleasure, with no thought given to any future consequences, and here he was for the first time, experiencing what it was to restrain himself for another. At least somewhat…

His hand lowered, brushing against her thigh as he took her hand once more, running his thumb over her knuckles gently as he began to speak.

“Sweetling,” his voice was soft and deep in the quiet solitude of the garden. “I have something for you.”

His niece’s expression changed, from worry to a veiled delight. “For me? What is it?”

She always did love it when he brought her gifts upon returning from his travels, whether they be from afar or direct from the streets of King’s Landing.

Daemon turned her hand and spread her fingers apart so that Ryna’s palm was exposed. Not allowing her to see what was in his closed fist, he placed it above her outstretched hand and let the trinket fall slowly until it settled into her grasp with a clink.

The princess’ eyes lit up as he removed his hand, finally allowing her an unobstructed view of his present. It was a very unique bracelet, one he’d had fashioned for her by the same grateful peasants who’d created his crown, to commemorate his victory over the Crabfeeder. It was crafted with small bits of rough sandstone, seashells and driftwood from the beaches on the Stepstones, and accented with an orange gemstone that was abundant on the islands.

“It is beautiful, Uncle,” she marveled at the intricate little shells and beaded stones.

Not as beautiful as you, my sweet, delicious, little peach.

“I’m pleased it’s to your liking,” he smiled softly at her. It was exactly the response he was hoping for. Watching her face as she looked over each tiny detail made him feel a mix of satisfaction and desire. It had taken all of his willpower thus far to resist her innate charms, and he wasn’t certain that it would hold for much longer. “Allow me to put it on for you, sweetling,” he said assuringly, already taking the bracelet from her hand and unclasping it so that he might wrap it around her slender wrist.

“I had meant to gift this to you when I returned from the Stepstones, but I found I simply could not.” His words were almost somber as he closed the clasp carefully, securing it in place.

“I remember,” she said with a touch of sadness. “That was when things changed. When you began to avoid me.” Her eyes wandered off in thought, her gaze cast across the water for a moment before returning to him with a fiery determination. “What happened? Why did I repulse you so when we embraced that day?”

Daemon was impressed, if not also taken aback, by the clarity of her memory. In fact it shook a more direct response from him than he was typically accustomed to giving. “You could never repulse me, my dearest niece,” he began, struggling to find the right words to explain himself without directly stating what he truly felt on that day five years ago when their bodies entwined. “I merely… It was for your own good.”

When I first realized that my desire for you had begun to take root.

“It did not seem like it was for my own good,” she contended his reasoning, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. “I have missed you all of these years.”

“I know, sweetling. I missed you as well.” If only she knew how he’d longed to return to the way things were before that moment. He hadn’t realized how much he’d yearned for the smiling face of his darling little cherub, his precious jewel, until it was gone, forever replaced with the reality of his lust.

Even though he’d already mentioned his aversion to tainting her the night before, it seemed she was still incognizant to why he had started to withdraw from her, believing it was due to some shortcoming on her own part. He had no desire for her to shoulder the blame of his own perverse desires though, so perhaps some further explanation was due. Still knelt before her, Daemon placed his hands on either side of her hips, nudging forward so that he was closer and just about nestled between her legs. A crooked smile crossed his face as he spoke once more. “Do you know why I started to avoid you?”

The princess seemed a touch flustered by his intimate proximity, but did not stay his hand. “I could not say. I only knew that before you left, I had been your cherished niece and upon your return… Suddenly it seemed you held my very presence in contempt. Then before I knew it, you had been sent away again and I had no idea what to think about it.”

If only you knew, little sweetling.

He chuckled at her naivety. It was endearing how pure his little girl still was. His fingers gently rubbed her hips through the soft fabric of her velvet gown. “You really don’t know, do you?” his tone was almost sarcastic, finding it hard to believe she hadn’t the slightest inkling. The look of worried concern did not waver from her face and he knew it was true. Daemon leaned in closer, his nose close to the swell of her breast. He allowed himself to inhale the sweet smell of her skin, all the while the warmth of her body was radiating outwards. He looked up, finding her expression heavy with longing, craving reconciliation.

“Did you ever stop to think that perhaps I avoided you because I found you too tempting?” Daemon’s eyes roamed down her figure before returning back to her face, taking in every little response. It seemed he would always be torn by his lust for Ryna.

She did not respond immediately, but instead averted her gaze to the bracelet he’d given her. Perhaps she was putting all of the pieces together in her mind, recalling past events and how they might be reshaped with the new knowledge he’d presented her with. His little niece seemed confused, as if unable to fathom that his desires had kept him away.

“But…” she started to speak, the words fizzling on her tongue. “If you… Then why?” Her lavender irises turned back to him with puzzlement. It seemed she’d come to terms with the idea much sooner than he had.

“Why?”

The question echoed with a laugh from his lips. How could he ever hope to explain the depraved thoughts that had consumed him whenever he’d seen her sweet body during those years. How tortured he became whenever he allowed himself to imagine the debased ways he wished to use her. Yet, she was looking to him for an answer, her eyes wide and her pink lips parted in confusion. “Why,” he said once again, taking a deep breath. “Because you were far too innocent. A wholly pure thing in this corrupt world. Even I am not that wicked.”

There, he’d said it. The truth was out. A twisted admission, but an admission nonetheless. The words, as well as the secret, that had tormented him for years were now finally released into the open. But her expression did not convey the disgust he’d expected. Instead, there was a look in her eyes that he couldn’t quite place. “Too young. Too sweet. You should never have known the depths of depravity running through …” he began to explain, but as he looked upon her face, he realized her features had shifted to something more akin to anticipation.

Gods, that look on your face …

The little princess’ lips were parted in expectation, her breath growing quicker with each passing second. There was something untamed he saw in her eyes that threatened to set his entire being ablaze. “You’ve heard tales of what a degenerate I am, haven’t you, sweetling?”

“Who in the Seven Kingdoms has not?” she admitted with ease, her expression unflinching while her hands danced restlessly on the surface of the bench.

“Then you know what a wretched man I am…” he spoke in a lower tone, his nose brushing against the pucker of her breast for a moment. “The vices I give into… The women and wine that I consume without reservation.”

Daemon raised a hand up to her face, his fingers tenderly tracing along the length of her jawline. “Does it not frighten you?”

“How could I possibly be afraid of you?” she mused, her voice laced with affectionate reassurance. She brought one of those fidgeting hands to rest gently upon his head, tentatively smoothing back his bright blond tresses. “I will admit I lack the same level of experience that you possess, Uncle, but it does not diminish my own curiosity and eagerness to learn.”

He tried to resist the shiver that wracked through his body as her fingers ran through his silvery gold hair. Daemon’s hand glided down the length of her skirts, skimming over the fabric until he reached the hem. Slipping his fingers below, he groaned at the feel of her leg, soft and silky beneath his palm.

How can you not be afraid of me, little sweetling? I am a fox in the hen house.

Her words had struck him in a way that he was not expecting. It seemed unnatural, given what he’d confessed and what she surely must suspect he desired from her.

“How eager are you, sweet girl?” he asked with the last ounce of his restraint as he continued upward, cresting her knee. “Eager enough to let me show you how debased I truly am?”

Ryna appeared a touch uneasy, but did not move to stop him. It was as though she had already resigned herself to exploring wherever this moment might take them. She swallowed before replying, her voice a low whisper as she continued to stroke his hair. “I cannot resist you, Uncle.”

What a dangerous thing to admit, my sweet little niece.

Daemon pressed a kiss against the exposed skin between her cleavage as his fingers crept higher. He found purchase on her inner thigh, gripping the smooth flesh there with barely constrained hunger as he felt the heat emanating from her core. His mind was filled with sinful thoughts the likes of which this pure, untouched flower could not possibly begin to imagine - but even still, she was willing. A small breathless laugh passed his lips and the little whimper of submission elicited from his sweetling was like the most deadly, yet intoxicating of poisons. Her soft sounds nearly pushing him over the edge, so obliging was she to accept his perversions.

“I promised your father I would not bed you until the wedding night…” he finally broke the silence as he laved another wet kiss upon the slope of her chest. “I admit, I’m still not convinced I can wait that long, but there are ways to stay… Occupied… For a time. To keep that curiosity of yours sated.”

Daemon’s eyes returned to hers, finding a look of trepidation in her gaze like he had never seen. She was too pristine, too eager, too wholesome for what he sought to give her. And, Gods forbid, if she ever did let him take all that she had, he feared there would be no going back. He’d become a man possessed.

For now though, given she was inclined to test the waters, he would explore how much of an agreeable lamb she truly was. He ran his tongue along her collarbone, his thumb digging into the fatty meat of her inner thigh.

“Do you trust me, sweetling? He asked, looking up once more into those pale lilac eyes, almost silvery in their sheen.

“Y-yes…” she stuttered, willing but still nervous.

He looked into her anxious eyes for a moment more, searching for any hint of doubt. But he could only find her inexperience, her apprehension, and ultimately her anticipation. Had Daemon not regarded her as so naive and innocent, he’d have believed she was getting off on this, and perhaps she was. His mouth curled into a smirk, wearing a wicked, wolfish countenance of intent. A quiet laugh escaped his lips as he grasped the waist of her smallclothes, and pulled down the short pair of braies until she was completely exposed beneath her skirts. Daemon placed a hand on each of her tender thighs, looking up at her with a devious spark in his eyes.

“Slide to the edge of the bench and lean back, little dragon,” he urged her, all but salivating at the thought of what she might taste like. Completely untouched, unspoiled, and just for him.

Ryna slowly shifted her hips forward, an embarrassed blush in her cheeks as she followed his bidding. “Good girl,” the sweet praise fell from his lips in a guttural moan. “Now let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel good.”

Daemon’s heart pounded in his chest as he knelt before his little niece, bunching up her skirts enough so that he might duck his head beneath her gown. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming, a sweet, crisp perfume that only served to heighten his desire. He inhaled deeply, taking in the sight, the smell, the very essence of her.

With a flick of his wrist, he swept her juices onto his thumb, bringing it to his lips and tasting her. A low grown rumbled in his chest as he licked her wetness from his finger, the taste of her intoxicating. He lowered his head, his tongue dipping between her folds and eliciting a startled gasp and jolt from Ryna. Daemon wrapped his arm around her thigh, holding her in place as he began to devour her like a starving man.

He spread her apart carefully, alternating between laving her bud with the flat of his tongue and the pinpoint of the tip, delighting in the way her hips bucked with each intense sensation. Daemon slid his fingers down through her wetness, teasing her tight entrance with the promise of penetration. His cock was rigid and aching in his trousers, leaving a mess as he leaked seed to the taste and feel of her purity. He’d give anything to have her fully bare in his bed right now, to be able to see everything all at once, to touch and take what he wanted.

Soon … Soon..

Ryna’s body was trembling beneath his touch, her soft little whimpers and moans driving him absolutely mad. She sounded so lurid for such a sinless creature and finally delving into her tight heat with his index finger was all he could do to keep from enacting the near constant thought of how good it might feel to fuck her. The thought of the noises she would make when something much bigger than his tongue or finger were instead driving into her pretty, virgin cunt consuming him.

His finger circled her inner walls, teasing her as he continued to pleasure her with his tongue, flicking and lapping at her pearl until she was writhing beneath him. He could feel the taut lining of muscle tensing at his intrusion and smiled against her wetness at the sound of her insistent cries. Daemon slid another finger into her now sopping wet core, wincing at how tightly her walls were gripping him.

He began to pump his fingers in and out of her in a steady, forceful rhythm, his tongue circling her swollen bud before he sucked it into his mouth. Ryna shot up like a lightning bolt at the acute feel of it, the combination causing her to arch her back into him as her peak built. There were a dozen filthy, raunchy things he’d love to purr in her ears at that moment, but there was no way he was going to stop until he brought her to completion.

Ryna shuddered and jerked, her moans growing louder and more desperate as she finally let go, climaxing in a beautiful splendor of shaking thighs and ragged breath. Her hands shot to his head even through the gown, trying to push him away now that her swollen bud had grown too sensitive. Daemon let her free of his suction, laving the nub softly with the flat of his tongue and sliding his fingers out of her snug little hole. She squealed as he lapped through her folds, the creamy sweetness of her come tasting like the most decadent ambrosia.

Fuck, I will not be able to stop myself if I keep at it like this …

Daemon bit his cheek with a wince, trying to rein in his urges as he removed his head from under her skirts. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he soon forgot his own need at the pride that surged through him upon seeing her flushed cheeks, her heaving chest exhausted and panting, the evidence of his ministrations and the pleasure she’d just experienced apparent all over her body.

As she locked eyes with him, she sounded tired, but excited all the same, “God! I have… But never like that… What in the Seven Hells was that!?”

A smug, yet satisfied chuckle escaped his mouth at her comment as he slipped her foot through the free opening of her smallclothes and slid them back up. He moved to sit beside her on the bench, his cock still straining against his pants painfully, a testament to just how much he had enjoyed the taste of her.

“That, my sweetling, was your first lesson in pleasure,” Daemon said as he leaned into her, his lips finding her neck and pressing a hungry kiss upon the delicate skin there.

She writhed under his lips, still so sensitive from his efforts. It was enough to drive him utterly mad with need. He could not recall anyone so perfect, anything so divine in his entire life. How could he ever be satisfied with another after this?

“You will be the death of me, my precious girl,” he mumbled against her shoulder, burying his nose into her hair and taking in the bouquet of roses, cinnamon, and styrax in her fragrance. “I can tell neither of us are creatures of restraint, sweetling,” he let out a sharp laugh as he pulled away from the temptation. “But Gods help, I am trying.”

He sat roughly against the back of the stone bench, comforted by the pressure of its hard surface. Daemon ventured a look into those pale lavender eyes and ran a hand across her chin, tilting her head up so that she was forced to meet his gaze. His voice took on a graver note, seeking to assert the seriousness of his words.

“If your father accepts our betrothal… I need to know that you want this. Jāhor ao sagon biare, riñītsos?” Will you be happy, little girl?

Ryna’s brow furrowed, either confused or hurt by the inquiry. “What kind of question is that? Of course…” she peered at him now with a smoldering intensity. “Nyke jaelagon ao, Daemon.” I want you, Daemon.

“Se jaelan ao, zaldrītsos,” he replied with a quick sigh. And I want you, little dragon. “But you are so young and inexperienced, and I…”

I may be too much for you to handle. You engage with a beast, sweetling. I am possessed by the need to control you and to keep you near me in every way possible, both well intentioned and depraved as well. He shook his head to bat the thoughts away, pushing down the worry and fear that were creeping to the surface. He didn’t want to risk losing her, but he also couldn’t bear the thought that she might one day look at him with contempt in her eyes. “You’ve never known another man, Niece. You do not know the extent of my desire.”

“Iksan daor riña,” she retorted in a defiant tone, her eyes locked on his with a look that could only be described as downright challenging. I am no child. “It seems you cling to these persistent ideas, Uncle. That I am too young… That you are too debauched for me. That I couldn’t possibly be happy with you… And to be honest, such worries are insulting to us both. I am not some pathetic little whelp in need of your pity. I know full well what I want.”

She exhaled through her nose with frustration, her features proud as she continued. “I would not choose a suitor for years because I did not want any of them. I knew they would not stoke my fire and keep my interest. I chose you and that is all that should matter. Inexperience can be mended by exposure, and I have never thought ill of you. I have felt jealousy and confusion, yes, I have missed you, but I have never felt poorly.”

Daemon felt a spark ignite within him as she spoke, her voice and words filled with passion and conviction. But, she was a stubborn thing, his little niece. His princess. A perfect mix of both fire and ice all the same. He would have found her impudence amusing if not for the fact that he too was feeling a hint of irritation begin to boil inside of him.

He let out a laugh that was nearly a scoff. “And do you think yourself ready for the full extent of it?” he riposted, his voice hardening. “Do you have any idea the dark desires that swirl in the recesses of my mind?” Her facade cracked slightly as a hint of doubt crept across her face. Of course she had no way of knowing what he actually thought of in the privacy of his own licentious mind. It was obvious the unknown concerned her from the winkle on her forehead, but she did not back down.

Ryna’s voice softened considerably, a blush returning to her cheeks. “You could show me… Teach me… In a way that is not too overwhelming.” Her eyes brightened with mild epiphany. “Like you did today.”

Once again, he found himself caught between a sense of pride that she seemed so willing to face whatever he might bring forth and the fear that he might break her.

“And if I can’t hold back, little girl?” he mumbled against her ear, leaning in and resting his chin against her the crown of her head. “My appetites… They are strong… Violent… Depraved… You could not imagine all that I want to do you.”

“Why must I fathom it all?” she asked with longing in her eyes as she wet her lower lip with her tongue. There was an obvious arousal present in her body language and the flicker of her features.

“Because, sweetling,” he replied, cupping her chin in his hand and gently forcing her to meet his eyes once more. “If we go down this road, there is no turning back. I will consume you, dear girl. I will take and take until you forget what it is to live without me.”

I cannot stop even now. That small taste of you was simply not enough.

“You realize I will ruin you for anyone else?” he stared into those piercing lilac eyes, shining bright with desire and need.

“I don’t take issue with that for I do not wish to have another. Only you, Uncle,” she spoke with conviction, but her cheeks blushed at the notion.

Gods, you have no idea what you are doing to me.

Daemon’s heart ached with so many warring emotions. His little niece - he feared he could not resist when it came to her. “Then… I will show you… I shall try my best to ease you into the darkness,” he whispered as he nudged his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer.

He captured her lips once more in a hungry kiss, his cock twitching at the thought of her keen obeisance - at hearing her proclaim that she only wanted him. It made his possessive nature flare with lust that he knew he must keep in check for now.Ryna was already moving closer though, the little minx, twisting towards him as her leg struggled against her skirts to rise over his. “Stop…” he murmured against her lips, feeling his self-restraint slipping. He gripped her shoulders tight, keeping her at bay as he withdrew from the kiss.

He could tell from the look in those tempestuous eyes that she was still riding the high of her climax, lovedrunk by the feelings he’d coaxed out of her body. Daemon truly loved how eager she was, but if he gave in completely to his own impulses, it might wind up destroying any chance they had at wedding. He was certainly not willing to let her go now that he’d come so close to having her.

But how is a man to hold back from such a sweet, delicious flower?

He clutched her arms with a little more force than necessary as he pushed her back against the bench and pulled away from her. With grit teeth he busied his hands so that they might not wander again, smoothing the pleats of his long wool jerkin back into place.

“I said I would ease you in, sweetling.. Not toss you over the edge,” he chuffed at her, making it known that he was not to be trifled with any farther. With a slight cough, he cleared his throat and took a deep breath before pursuing the topic of their courtship. “Now what plans shall we make to ensure that my dear old brother, Viserys, thinks that we are courting properly?”

Ryna was slow to reply, a bewildered look on her face mixed with a slight pout of disappointment. “I’m not sure…” she finally answered. “We have already strolled in the garden and you have presented me with a gift. So, today has been a good start to it.”

“Yes, little one. I do believe today has been a very good start. But not good enough,” he countered as he stood up and offered his hand to her. “My dear brother will not believe that a rake like me has suddenly become a proper gentleman without proof. We must make a very open display of our integrity.”

“What about a dinner? Or perhaps a packed lunch that we might enjoy on the beach that overlooks the Blackwater Bay. We might even stop by the Dragonpit. I could introduce you to my girl.” Her disposition had improved considerably at the mention of her dragon and he couldn’t help but smile as he helped her up from the bench.

Come to think of it, he did remember hearing that his sweetling had claimed a rather powerful creature, one of the older and larger dragons that had not been reclaimed since its previous owner. He felt a thrill at the thought of meeting such an ancient beast, at seeing his little niece mount a powerful dragon.

She will mount another soon …

He chuckled to himself as he let out a velvety smooth reply, leading them back down the path through the garden. “That sounds like a fine idea,” he purred, enjoying the thought of gaining some measure of freedom outside the confines of the keep. “And I cannot wait to meet your dragon, my sweetling. No doubt, Caraxes will be eager to see you again as well. I do believe that grumpy old snake preferred you to me when last I took you riding.”

Ryna beamed at his insinuation, giggling softly as they came out from the worn trail and entered the open expanse of the garden’s grassy courtyard. “I wouldn’t say that, Uncle, but he was certainly kind in nature towards me. A good boy. I look forward to seeing him up close again.”

His lips curled into an amused smile at her joyful reaction to being reunited with the beast. “Indeed… And I look forward to watching you ride, all on your own, without need of your uncle to supervise you,” he said with a slight rasp.

The image of her straddling that massive dragon, handling its reins and commanding it in the Valyrian tongue was enough to get his member swelling in his breeches again.

“Tell me, sweetling. Which beast did you tame again?” he asked trying to distract himself from other wandering thoughts.

“Oh, didn’t anyone ever tell you?” she smirked with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “I laid claim to Silverwing. Queen Alysanne’s beloved mount.” Read Chapter 6

[midlandslady]

DAEMYRA IS BACK!

Ok....I woke up and checked on tumblr while getting ready for work. I went to check on the state of the Daemyra fandom and suddenly I see the leaked scene. At first I was: ok...this is not real. Then I went to search for it and I was like: Those FUCKING bastards! They pierced my heart time and time again, they made me believe I had been wrong for 2 seasons and now this? Wait for me, I will kick your asses so hard you won't be able to go to war for another year XD

Of course I am happy! Of course this is what I was hoping for! Did they have to make me suffer like that for so many episodes?

I swear it, Daemon is the biggest drama queen there is. He spent an entire season being like: She said she doesn't trust me so I don't care about her anymore, I will take the throne myself, she doesn't even want it.

Then he sees Rhaenyra for the first time in 6 months and he is immediately SIMPING over her, HARD! This man was literally dying to see her again.

And Rhaenyra is also a liar, spending so many episodes saying: we are over, I cannot trust him, this time he is gone for good, he's betrayed me and left me. And then she sees him and she is like: If you dare leave me again, I will kill you!

And well.. I couldn't have said it better myself. I will kill them both if they dare pull me through this agony again!!!

That's it! They tricked us, I am glad for it but I am warning them if they do this again there might not be fire but there will be blood because I'm coming for them XDDD

Request: Will someone be so kind as to PM me the leaked scene? I WANT TO SEE IT! OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!

[thephantomcasebook]

Which duo do you think will be the power couple of team green going forward?

Alicent/Criston or Aemond/Alys

Probably Alicent/Criston like they're supposed to be in the book.

Dude, Alicent was simping for Criston hard even before he joined her side. She was fucking jealous of him and Rhaenyra ... so much so that she accused Criston of attempting to seduce Rhaenyra. Then, suggested that he be her own sworn shield.

After Rhaenyra's botched seduction, when he goes over to Alicent - literally the next morning! They make their power couple debut by full on ruining Rhaenyra and Laenor's wedding, together.

At their Wedding Tourney, Criston enters the stadium wearing Alicent's favor. Then, he proceeds to beat mutha'fuckers into the dust. He kicks Ser Harwin's ass so badly that he lost his reputation as a strong man and people started mockingly calling him "Ser Broken Bones" instead of "Breakbones" from how bad Criston beat him up. Then, he fucks up Ser Joffery Lonmouth so bad at the Championship bout that he injures him mortally.

(Actual Picture of Criston beating justice into Lonmouth's soul)

But Rhaenyra's ultimate humiliation comes in the form of Laenor making a spectacle in public about his dying lover cratered in the dust for all to see, while Ser Criston Cole snatches the crown of love and beauty from the brides own head and places it upon Alicent who is the new Queen of Love and Beauty ... on Rhaenyra's wedding day.

Then, they spend the next 20 years together, inseparable, raising four damn kids together.

'The Dance' comes down to a struggle between two warring couples.

Daemon and Rhaenyra

&

Alicent and Criston

[stainarts]

I am brainrotting at this point, but i wonder what angela & co say when they sent Wisadel (AK) an invite.

Only for her to fall heads over heels at Daemon. Woman be simping so hard that she'll abandon her goals.

"screw fighting! I want him." levels.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hiiiii 👋 another Pedro pascal lover over here 😁 I was just wondering if u have any fic recs of the man himself or of matt smith or both tehehehe 🤭. Ok have a wonderful day!

Hello my love <3 at first i was like did this anon just req a pedro pascal and matt smith fic from me (COS OMG?!) ???? but then i realized it was rec HAHAH

BTW theyre all mostly smut so !!! caution

i have not read much rpf fics for them lol HAHAH so i can't really give much, esp not for pedrito BUT

@charnelhouse has amazing joel miller works and i read two of them now i think lol. i loved them so much. here are my reblogs as proof because much love much care. she is an amazing writer on my hands and knees. she could shoot me off into space in exchange for a fic and apologize for inconveniencing her and thank her yeeting me. she has more works and i'm sure it's just as amazing. i may have read some more but i cant find them T_T

other than that, i have nothing else for pedro or any of his characters because i have been trying very hard not to simp more than i have for that rat man [SCREAMING]

as for matt

@harryspugh i know writes for him but i have also mostly read her fics for daemon. again such a great writer. would let her hit me with a baseball bat if she wanted. here are a few daemon fic reblogs but ive reblogged so many and i'm lazy so you must forgive me for not linking them all as evidence of her amazing craft.

A:SFHASF HONESTLY THATS ALL T_T A:FHASHF: ASFASF HAHAHAHAHH

and okay she doesn't write for matt only daemon but i HAVE to put @em-writes-stuff-sometimes cos she's fucking insane im pretty sure she's a writer for hotd or smth BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK she literally could i dunno, make daemon a zombie and i'd be like YES THAT IS CANON YOU ARE SO RIGHT WE ARE ALL SO STUPID FOR NOT REALIZING THAT ok... here's one of the MANY reblogs i've done for her art shes just

all of them

are just

so

hot

[heyseihai]

A main factor for ANE failure is the lack of consequences. Most of the time we don't feel the consequences of Erika's actions in secondary characters 's routine and vice-versa, at least not in some logical way. Leiftans kidnapping was an example.

The main trigger was Nevra's stupid diva moment "I know we are in a total different place from Eldarya, surrounded by enemies, but I'm the boss and I order you to eat, even if everybody here is used to dangerous missions and with enough stamina to handle a two-days mission without needing to eat (or are you telling me that during the mission on Genkaku they mentioned something about eating? nope, nothing! One day of trip and one day investigating the building), submitting them to a closed space and feeding Erika's paranoia. I highly doubt Nevra, the flawless-mission-achieved picture-perfect kind of guy would have submitted his comrades to such a place. The less they stayed there, the better; and Lance-boneco-de-posto did nothing to stop him despite being normally his replacement when needed. Ffs speak up, mf! You two are soooo siamese-brothers now that surely Nevra would have listened to your concerns!

I won't even elaborate on how the library scene was ugh! Then we all know what happens and Leiftan is kidnapped and she goes to her father again. The following scenes where Erika tries to make us believe she's worried about Leiftan are laughable for you can't help remember that everything could have been avoided, but hey plot reasons.

Mainly the scene in Erika's human room, they could have given us at last an impactful scene showing the consequences of Nevra's and Lance's lack of intelligence (and giving them the "look, even guard leaders who were once known as flawless can fail on purpose sometimes when they don't give a f*ck about the person, even if their main job as leaders is to protect their members but in this case we make an exception right? right??" trait, proving what HC always said "DON'T BLINDLY ACCEPT ORDERS PEOPLE GIVE YOU!!! ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU CLEARLY SEE IS A STUPID ONE!!!!!!!!") not only in Leiftan, but Erika as well. She could have felt Leifs daemon powers affecting her, or if it was sooo hard to write it, Leifs excruciating and maddening pain. After all, their reasoning to leave Leiftan behind was roughly "mehmehmeh we are here to protect YOU no one else*, so we will flee and Leiftan que lute until we come back to rescue him", so it would have been waaaay more impactful if the two realized that Erika was way more affected than they thought, quietly trying to keep herself together (whether alone or with Lance/Nevra), suffering Leif's pain and trying to reassure him at the same time. But then we got that stupid scene where Nevra only looks at Leiftan kinda apologetically after rescuing him. No consequence, no "forgive me", no realization that he was a moron and that by trying to make things right, he was blinded by his ego and almost killed Erika AND ELDARYA! Again, everything starts with that stupid let's eat scene, where the two know-it-all ignored the prudent voice of a woman (two women, if Erika sides with HC).

As a Leiftan simp and considering all the topics previously mentioned I tell you it wasn't enough for me. The've been knocking Leif down the entire season, I would have liked Nevra and Lance suffered the same at least once! And I'm not saying that to hate on them like everybody who doesn't know how to handle criticisms say, Nevra and Lance are the LI's I like the least, but their prompted and unbelievable stupidity here could have served for something nice in this bland story. By leaving Leiftan behind they had risked Erika's life nonetheless, risked the Chosen One's mind and by consequence Eldarya's destiny. They could have been largely responsible for Erika's breakdown, action-consequence!

This part could have been the last straw for Erika in daemon route, after all her boyfriend was tortured and kidnapped thanks to Lance's and Nevra's brilliant tactician minds and even Koori (no I won't complain about her, what a miracle heh?) could have had her time to shine here, being the one who helps Erika to calm down her daemon rage when the dumb squad returns.

After all she is sooo friendly with Leift since he's the only guy she can dominate, that she would also be devastated by his kidnapping and they could bond thanks to their mutual despise for the said men in power, because that's also the moment Erika is finally overwhelmed by her status, it's taking everything away from her. Lance and Nevra left Leiftan behind saying they must save her, her useless life is more worthy than Leiftan's. Their word (the final say, order) was more important than Erika's (cry of mercy, plea) for Leiftan's life or even HC's safety logic before that. If not even logic nor emotion can convince them, what do Erika and HC need to do to make them see THEY'RE WRONG?! THAT in itself is a power/gender dynamic that could have been a proper moment for her to connect with Erika's pain and enrage and cry with her.

Now, THAT would have been an amazing show-don't-tell-friendship- moment, a silent (Perrito in Puss in boots 2 ;-;), powerful scene of support, and a nice midsommar reference, I can even see the parallels in how both protagonists are controlled by everybody, even if Erika thinks Eel is her home, she's constantly brainwashed by the plot and the Guard, like Florence's character is tricked into thinking that place is the one she can call home after a life of insecurities and traumas. And let's remember that the voting scene was a waay more logical and interesting scene about gender clash than any of Koori's lectures.

Instead, we get: useless and mana-eating refs, some dumb lines in first episodes on how men are all baddies nonsense and whatever. Their despise and anger would be totally justified here, making Koori way more nuanced to me instead of her so artificial scenes where she tells us they're friends or that she was oh-my-god worried sick about Erika. And I assure you, this headcanon scene would have made me respect her a little, even believe she truly considers Erika as a friend instead of a veery useful piece in terms of influence in her power game.

Maaaan, I'll find a way to apply this rant to my story. Leif is not BoS Erika's LI, but I think I can adapt minor things and seize the idea.

*what about we remind those two dumbheads that if Leiftan dies, so does Erika? Are you telling me that during those seven years no one had found Leiftan's spellbook and connected the dots in terms of their bond and Erika's countless ressurrections? Talk about brilliant minds that keep the Guard standing heh?

[blueberrypancakesworld]

My ramble about hotd season2. - episode three - spoiler

Yes, I could only watch the episode in the afternoon, I had a lot to do and tried to avoid the whole internet. First of all as in every little ramble thing wonderful shots, the actors did a wonderful phenomenal job and the sets/culises are just incredible also the cgi for the dragons cheff kiss.

So first of all Helaena my sweet Helaena your family does not deserve you and your beautiful room the desgin is just beautiful. But Alicent I understand that it's hard to fight off the conflict between your kids, Crispi Cole wanting your handkerchief and not just kissing your ex in the septa but please you could have just talked to Rhaenyra normally and not "it wasn't a mistake". Plus I miss Otto as a Hand as much as I liked Crispi (in terms of him saving Gwayne and being more skilled at it than Alicent's brother) I need a capable Lord Hand and not Crispi peeking after Alicent in a very simp manner. Also Gwayne I was really excited to see how he would come across and I have to say I don't like him as much as I thought I would. I thought he would be a bit like his father but rather a pillar of support for his sister but I don't know he's too calm (reminds me of Renly or Loras) until he sees my queen Baela and Moondancer and first realizes, "Oh shoot those are dragons". Aegon who I thought was going to fly off by now changes his mind about Larys (who once again continues to spin his spider webs quite well actually) and then pulls the whole brothel thing I was disappointed I thought he would have at least learned something.

But yes the brothel scene Aemond you didn't deserve the family, you paid for a few quiet hours with the woman dei dier comfort asks just to put his armor back on so it doesn't have to be that way I'm all so sorry for you…but you always look good don't worry. ps : The young squire who was just dragged along frees my boy from drunken Aegon. The non binary Bracken and our psycho Bloody Ben were just slaying in the first few minutes I thought wow new shipping but then the fight was really sweet I must say. Oh and Daemon in Harrenhal Alys my sweet I really love you but let the man sleep in that moth hole for a bit and give him a nice dream although he probably needed the realization.

Yes yes Rhaena your grandma is sticking up for you (Rhaenys and Corlys best couple I stick with them they are so sweet and Corlys listen to your wife damn it). Rhaena is so sweet but I think she will do anything to protect her "brothers" and honor her house and protect the dragons.

That one pisser the bastard of Baelon didn't you see I don't get the name Ulf I'm not sure anymore I knew he was a two faced but so quick uff just uff. I was ect surprised that Rhaenyra actually went to önigmsund and that she first thought that her father never wanted her on the throne but then came the realization that she always was and it was a mistake with Aegon. I had hope that Alicet will try to see that too but no I can understand both Rhaenya who now sees no way out but to fight with dragons and Alicent who can't go back to fix this "mistake" on which her son's legacy rests.

Well that was episode three I'm really looking forward to the next one. Oh and shout out to the castellan of Harenhall I like you

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[derangedthots]

Oh God, that early presentation!Jace anon has the biggest galaxy brain. Do you think there could be a universe in which Aemond and the Blacks became sort of allies in an "Aemond is the second worst option (at least politically)" way? Because otherwise Aegon is tragically choking on his wine.

ikr!! anon had me gasping when i read it, it was too good!! and to answer your question i could definitely see it, it'd be a hard road for aemond tho bc daemon's hightower bias remains alive and kicking so aemond would have a lot to prove (esp. since he already admires daemon and daemon knows it but wouldn't want jace to end up married to+ruling with someone who's only a discount version of him). that being said, i have full faith in aemond that he could do it, nothing but support for my little one-eyed simp😌✊🏼

[anamazingangie]

An Investigative Mission | Rhaenyra x Daemon

📷 Rated E 📷 6,856 words 📷 by AmazingAngie 📷

Tags: Modern Westeros, Divorced Daemon, Dad Daemon, past Daemon Targaryen/Laena Velaryon, Wingman Laenor, Sexting, parasocial relationships, Older Man/Younger Woman, Sex Work, Online Romance, Domestic Kink, Breasts, Reformed Manwhore Daemon, Simp Daemon, Fluff and Humor, No Angst, Healthy Relationships

Summary:

It started innocently enough, several minutes of her cleaning the kitchen with her face out of frame. But that was fine, because she had on these little shorts that were just… And then she took them off and hopped up on the countertop. Fingers dipped beneath the cotton panties, and he listened to her little gasps and moans as she writhed against her fingers until she came. That was when he realized he was done for. He knew what she looked like, and sounded like, but knowing what she sounded like when she came? Fuck. He was obsessed. It was truly embarrassing how she had consumed him without even knowing he existed.

Daemon was no stranger to self-reflection. He’d like to claim that the concept of examining and analyzing  his innermost thoughts was something that came naturally to him without outside influence. But truthfully, he had learned the importance of it while sitting on a leather couch and paying several hundred dollars an hour to a therapist. 

And even that was a position he only found himself in at the behest of his former wife and current friend, Laena. She was a wonderful woman capable of extreme compassion, but she showed little of it when she told him, “We aren’t going to let our parents fuck ups  fuck up our kids, too.” 

Even the dumbass that was his twenty-three year old self could admit she had a point. So to therapy he went. He’d gone again for marriage counseling. And then again after that, because apparently the divorce—as cordial as it was, fucked him up. 

Anyway, somewhere between those hundreds of hours spent trapped in a room and under the gaze of someone far more enlightened than him, he learned about self-reflection. He learned about himself, his feelings toward himself, how those feelings motivated actions, and perhaps most importantly—how those actions impacted others. 

He’d been discharged by his therapist years ago, the woman telling him with a smile that he wasn’t fixed because no one could truly be fixed. But he had all the mental tools he needed to continue repairing himself without her. 

Part of the outcome of all of this was the frequent musing of what his past self might think of his now, and the current actions or decisions he made. 

Usually he could only speculate with the understanding that he had changed. He couldn’t put himself back in a headspace from a previous time, he could only guess based on what he remembered of himself from however many years ago. 

But right now? He could say with a great deal of confidence that his past self from the ages of, oh, twelve to forty, would be fucking laughing at him. 

Or, more specifically, laughing at what he was masturbating to. 

Why wouldn’t they? It was absurd. He couldn’t believe this was his life. His obsession.

But it was. And he only had himself to blame. Well, he blamed Laenor a little. After all, it had started with a card he gave Daemon. And the supposed “gift” that went along with it.

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A few weeks earlier…

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GROWING OLD IS HARD AND AGING AIN’T SWANKY BUT GOOD NEWS…

The card declared on the front. With a sigh, Daemon opened it. 

GROWING HARD IS FUN! AND MASTURBATION NEVER GOES OUT OF STYLE! SO TIME FOR A WANKY! Happy 42nd Birthday! 

Daemon was not amused. With a sigh he peeled the gift card emblazoned with the OnlyExceptionalists  logo away from the back of the cardstock, flipping it over to see it was made out for $1000. Laenor had also helpfully noted that it was nonrefundable. Awesome.

Daemon wasn’t sure what the typical fee to follow a user was on the platform, but he was pretty sure a thousand dollars was beyond the norm. A cursory google search also showed that they did not even sell gift cards which meant Laenor had somehow contacted them with this request and likely paid even more money to make it a reality.

The fucker had probably used his credentials as Talent Director of RedKeep, the largest producer and distributor of adult content on the internet, to get this. It was a job Laenor only had thanks to Daemon, by the way, who was one of the three original founders and had served as the biggest investor and financial advisor for over a decade. 

He was proud of his time there, how he helped grow the business. But it had eventually been his time to go. It wasn’t his passion and it was going to be fine without him, and it had been. The Strong brothers were smart and far more innovative than him, excelling at chasing trends and integrating them into the company's offerings. 

Plus, though his twenty-year-old self would have gaped at such a statement, he could honestly say he was kind of over porn. He’d explored every category pretty thoroughly, moving on from one kink to another as his tastes shifted. He’d been on sets before, and been to award shows—often taking stars home with him  and experiencing the ‘goods’ in person. He’d even filmed a few scenes himself, though they had been for personal use rather than any website.

It was just all so predictable now. Even amaetur stuff seemed so convoluted these days, setups becoming so good and cheap that any grittiness or voyeuristic quality was lost. Porn just in general had lost its luster for him. Which was fine, more than fine, even. It had motivated him to move on and that was perhaps the best decision he ever made.

He’d focused on his marriage, his kids, and photography—the thing he went to college for before getting caught up in everything. They had been all over the Seven Kingdoms as a family, both for his work and for fun. They traveled dinky cars up steep mountains, by foot through rainforests, and by plane with Laena sitting in the pilot's seat. They had gone snorkeling, sailing, skiing, and everything in between. He wouldn’t change a thing about that time of his life. 

But that time had passed. His marriage to Laena had ended. His daughters were in college. 

And he was…

Well, he was alone on his forty-second birthday. 

He needed a drink. 

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L: dude, did you get my card?

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D: Yes. 

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L: did you sign up? what do you think?

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D: You’re joking, right? They are our competitor. 

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L:  think about it as a investigative mission

L: have a report on my desk by monday morning 

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D: No.

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L:  :(

L: your dick might fall off if you go too long without jerking it 

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D: Why are you thinking about my dick?

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L: it’s a good dick!

L: it doesn't deserve this 

L: if you won’t do it for me, do it for your dicks sake, man.

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Daemon downloaded the app. 

It was pure curiosity that drove him to do it. He wasn’t approaching it in an investigative manner, exactly, but he’d been out of the game for a while—surely it was normal to wonder what people were gravitating towards now? He was still a major investor in RedKeep, who may very well acquire OnlyExceptionalists in the future. It would be good to be… up on things, and it would make Laenor happy, which, much to his chagrin, mattered to him.

Laenor, annoying as he was, had been in his life for…god, over twenty years. He’d been his brother in law for more than a decade, and a great uncle to the girls, but more than that he’d been a great friend. Especially through the divorce and the aftermath. Daemon didn’t think there was a more amicable divorce to ever exist, but it still sucked putting that relationship and life with someone he loved behind him.

He’d handled it well, he thought. At least in front of their daughters and friends. 

He’d chased away the loneliness with girls and alcohol, though. Rarely spending a night in his own bed for the first few months  that followed their split. Laenor had encouraged this behavior, and helped him rein it in and get back on track in terms of work and life. The happy compromise was joining a club he recommended, where drinks were limited but came with blow jobs, and back rooms were free for any tested clients to use. 

That was a couple years ago though. His membership had long since lapsed—it turned out you could run out of kinks to explore, at least the ones on his limits list. Since then sex had been occasional at best, coming in the form of pretty girls he charmed at bars. Dates had been nearly nonexistent, though Laenor had tried to set some of those up too. 

If he was honest, dating sort of scared him. Sex? Easy. Flirting? Easy. Small talk? Kill me.

So maybe this, sad as it was, was a good option for him. An exploration into something new, or at least—something new to masturbate to. 

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He wasn’t sure how their algorithm worked, but it was a little creepy how attracted he was to the third account they suggested. The name was PeekingPrincess and the profile picture was a set of truly fantastic breasts, cleavage on display but nipples hidden by thin cotton. 

Daemon had been asked the question of whether he was a ‘breast or ass type of guy’ a lot while he was in the industry, because surprise surprise, a lot of execs think they can be gross when a business deals with sexual content. He would usually respond with, “Both” and try to hurry along the topic. 

It wasn’t a disingenuous answer. Both were good. He liked every part of women, a lot, so much so that love for their form had been responsible for most of the things he loved about his life now, too. 

But breasts were just special. 

When they were on the smaller side, he wanted to squeeze them and test the firmness before dragging his fingers to the tips. And when they were larger, there was nothing better than holding the weight of those precious globes in his palms. They were just so different to the chest of a man, so wholly feminine, so beautiful. 

This girls were large and sat high on her chest in a way that spoke to her youth opposed to the intervention of a surgeon. No, they had to be natural, she was just blessed, and he was blessed to see this much of them, fuck. They looked so soft, and like they would bounce beautifully. She probably had videos, right? He would have spent every fucking cent on that gift certificate right then to see them bounce. 

He wasn’t sure what the norm was for these profiles, but his eyes scanned hers eagerly. 

Thanks for peeking in, it’s a pleasure to have you here. You can call me Princess. Twenty years old, the tits and tresses are both natural, I swear! If you sign up you can see more of them and watch me do all sorts of things! 

Some examples:

Laundy

Cooking

Dishes

Reading

Studying 

Cleaning

They don’t sound like very much fun, do they? That’s why I like to dress up in pretty things while I’m at it. Sometimes I get so worked up in the process I have to stop and get myself off.

3+ videos a week, daily panty pics, no full nudity, messaging at my discretion. 

He blinked. Her services were… watching her do chores while clothed? Wasn’t this for porn or was he more out of touch than he thought? A quick google search confirmed that most users made adult content, but it was not required to have a presence on the platform. 

Fuck, he had to be drawn to one of the rare exceptions that didn’t actually get naked, didn’t he? He was going to kill Laenor. All he’d gifted him was a set of fucking blue balls. 

He scrolled back up to the header picture on profile. God, those were exceptional tits.  And fifty bucks a month was nothing in the grand scheme of things, at least to him. 

He entered the payment info and clicked subscribe. The second he did, the phone started vibrating, his daughter's name coming across the top of the screen and he swore. He hadn’t even done anything but he felt like he had gotten caught with his pants down. It was amazing, the timing kids had when it came to interrupting their parents sex lives. Not that this was, well... It didn’t matter what it was. 

“Hi Baela,” He said, smiling when her chipper voice responded, “Hi dad! Happy birthday!” 

It had been a while since they talked, it was nice to catch up. A far better birthday activity than whatever his ex-brother in law tried to bully him into. 

Speaking of bullies, though, his daughter was a fucking tattle tale. She had somehow used her teenage powers to text her mom while they were talking, because five minutes after he hung up, Laena was waltzing into his apartment. 

“It’s pathetic to spend your birthday alone.” She said, “Take a shower and then we’re getting something to eat.” 

Sigh. “I want my key back. You’re lucky you didn’t walk in on anything.” 

She snorted, “Like what? I reformed you from your manwhore phase.” 

He glared, “It wasn’t a phase, it was a lifestyle.”

“It was sad. You were so desperate to escape it you married me after like, two months of dating.” 

“And then you broke my heart by divorcing me.” He said, mournful. 

It was her turn to glare, “That’s bullshit and you know it. Shower. Now.” 

“You can’t boss me around anymore, you’re not my real wife.” 

He did shower though, but it was because he wanted to, not because she told him to. 

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When Daemon married Laena he had felt like every event in his life had led to that moment. 

In some ways, she was his first love, but in others he felt like he fell a little bit in love with everyone.

He’d had a fascination with the human body for as long as he could remember. Not even in a sexual way, just an interest in the forms people had, and the differences between them. He could remember sitting on the beach as a kid and just… watching.

It just seemed  inconceivable to him that everyone around him was part of the same singular species. When you looked at the color variations between say, pigeons, or grizzly bears, they were such a defined thing with a specific range and predictable amount of variation. But people were so different and it was so cool. 

He’d been maybe nine years old when he shared this with his foster parents and the three other foster kids who lived there. They gave him a tired smile and a bored, “That’s nice sweetie.”  Before setting down a peanut butter sandwich in front of him, a common dinner in that household. 

He wondered now, if his parents hadn’t died, he would have ended up as an anthropologist or something along those lines. But with no one to encourage his interest in the more scientific side of things, and puberty creeping up on him, the interest did eventually veer towards sexual. 

Playboy magazines had been his bible at that age. Bridging the gap between his interest in girls and their interest in him. But once that gap had closed, he was happy to spend more time with a naked girl than looking at pictures of ones (but those pictures were still good too). 

Stealing magazines was easy enough, but he wasn’t brave enough to do more than look at the covers of the VHS tapes that held pornographic contents within. Though one of his friends had taken the risk while his parents were out and given him a play by play. 

It wasn’t like he was deprived though, he was having plenty sex of his own. Like, perhaps too much. He was kind of a slut, honestly. The fascination with form had continued, and he liked the varied experiences sleeping around offered. He liked learning the weight of different girls' breasts, the differences in how they tasted, in how they felt wrapped around his dick. 

And then he got curious about guys, and learned how they tasted and felt too... 

His friends joked that by the time he got to college, there wasn’t a bed frame big enough for all his notches. And he couldn’t really argue with them. And he didn’t really slow down, either. 

In college he was, to some peoples amusement—given that he had never owned a camera before, a photography major. If someone asked why, he would give the heartbreaking answer of, 

“ My mom died when I was really young and I never had many pictures of her. But it taught me how much a photo can mean to a person.” 

It wasn’t a lie but he would admit later that it was because he wanted to be the person taking photos of naked chicks for Playboys. Those images—seeing a girl's curves for the first time, they had impacted him more than almost anything in his youth. 

And yet, by his second year he despised  photographing models and having to communicate with so many different people in the process. He liked people. He liked being in charge of people. He didn’t like collaborating with people. 

“Is there any photography job like that?” He’d asked his teacher, a bit desperate. The man thought for a moment, before asking, “How do you feel about heights?”

And so, he began researching  aerial photography. 

And Laena was a licensed pilot. 

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He knew Laena already, sort of, in that she was Laenor’s sister, and Laenor knew everybody.

When they were introduced for the first time, Daemon told her she was almost as pretty as her brother, a comment that earned him a breathtaking smile. He told her later that night, when they were in bed together, that she was way prettier than her brother. 

It was true. 

He kept the fact that she was also way better at giving blowjobs to himself, though. 

But it was true, too. 

In the months that followed his whole life changed—he found out about his inheritance, and sunk half of it into his fraternity brother's idea for RedKeep. He dropped out of college. He bought a shitty apartment, and a big diamond for Laena who wanted to marry him despite everything. 

She was a constant in his life for years. As RedKeep took off. As did his career outside of it. As did hers. As she gave birth to the two girls. As she cried over the third one they would never get to meet. 

Even the bad moments were better when they were together, until they weren’t. 

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It was a rare evening where they were both home and also alone with each other. The girl’s were at a sleepover and he’d been working somewhat lazily on his computer while the TV blared in the background. He was aware enough to hear Laena approach, and he looked up when he saw her set two pints of ice cream on the coffee table in front of him. 

They didn’t drink when they were on parental duty in case there was an emergency and they had to drive, so ice cream had replaced scotch in their serious conversations. She settled on the floor opposite him and opened the containers, shoving one in his direction along with a spoon while saving the other for herself.

And then she said, “I want a divorce.” 

He swallowed. 

“We are more like siblings now than husband and wife.” She said, and he bristled—she noticed this, and glared at him, “Don’t give me that shit about your families ‘queer traditions’, it's gross.” 

“We’ve had a good fifteen years, Daemon. But if we stay together we won’t have another good fifteen years and you know it.” Fuck, he couldn’t really argue with that. 

It had been a good fifteen years. Better than that. But now she wanted a reliable schedule. A big place with a big yard in the suburbs but close to an airport. She wanted a giant dog. She wanted to settle in the way they never really had. And she wanted to do it with someone who wanted those things too. 

And she deserved that. And maybe he did too, though fuck knows where he would find it. 

When he said as much between bites of ice cream, Laena had sighed sympathetically, “It’s a pity you’re an only child, huh?” 

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“Thank you for tonight,” He said, and he meant it.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss your birthday, who knows how many you have left.” She said sincerely. 

“I’ll see you in two months when we are once again the same age.” 

She grinned, “You better be.” 

He would be. Because they didn’t need to be married to be there for each other. 

As he unlocked his door he realized he never got back his key. Sneaky bitch.

He set his ringtone to silent before revisiting the app. His home page was now consumed by content from the girl that called herself ‘Princess’ and he was not complaining. Though she was true to her promise of no nudity, it was hardly the wholesome content her list of tasks suggested. Before watching the streams, he scrolled through her photos—dozens of pictures of her lifting skirts to reveal pretty underwear beneath. 

In some of them, she had nothing else on—it was just cropped to keep her breasts out of frame. But somehow the ones where she was holding clothing out of the way were even hotter? Like the ones captioned “lazy day!” where she wore nothing but an oversized shirt that was hiked up to show the pale pink panties beneath.

But god, the pictures of her in bras. He couldn’t comprehend the size of her lingerie collection, because she rarely seemed to rewear a piece. All the more impressive because he knew from Laena’s complaints that bras that size were neither easy to find nor cheap. But this girl, she was committed to the cause, clearly, and he was happy to donate to it with his subscription. 

She never showed her bare nipples, but he could see the shadow of them beneath pale lace that cupped her breasts like a layer of second skin. Some photos were zoomed in, almost artistic. Others were selfies in bathrooms, paired with laughing emojis saying she hoped she didn’t get caught. 

There were sports bras, and practical ones out of cotton, but she seemed to favor silk and lace. Romantic pieces, but in dark colors that stood out on the pale backdrop of her skin. The few full body photos she had included these, sets complete with garter belts and stockings and god she was fucking perfect. He wanted to stroke every inch of her. Press kisses to the dip of her waist and swell of her hip. And how was he hard at the mere thought of that? God there were more explicit images in a victoria’s secret catalog for fucks sake. He hadn’t been turned on by those when he was fourteen and desperate, and now he was forty! 

His breath caught in his throat when he saw her face. It was cut off in all the racy images, which probably made sense for her protection. But it was just as gorgeous as the rest of her. He didn’t think she had makeup on and she looked so young he felt a little bit sick that he was so attracted to her, but she was so, so,  pretty. 

It suddenly made sense to him, why this was the ‘future of adult content.’ Not that that was really what this girl’s content was. But even so, a girl like her wouldn’t come within ten miles of a porn studio. She wouldn’t even go to a casting call for a racy part in a film. He knew that, from the time he’d worked in the industry—the thousands of headshots he’d seen, and the hundreds of hours of content he had watched. 

He’d never seen anyone comparable to her. Girl’s that looked like her didn’t get dicked down on camera. 

Her hair was naturally a platinum shade—he knew that right away, for it matched his own and when it was bleached it was never quite right. Never as light, always a little orangey, roots always showing even with weekly touch ups. But hers was perfect, shiny, falling around her shoulders with the ends cut out of frame. 

Her lips looked so soft, a rich pink as if she bit them often. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and round but outlined by a delicate bone structure and defined jaw. Her eyes were large, and a vibrant purple he could get fucking lost in. He wanted to kiss her. When did he last want to kiss someone? 

Okay, that was enough of her photos. He couldn’t take more of this. He switched to the video tab of her profile, and— fuck. 

If he thought photos of her in skimpy things were uh, hard to look at, seeing her in motion was. Well, he didn’t know how to explain it. He didn’t understand how it was this hot? She was just wandering around her kitchen, wiping down counters before pulling out things from the fridge and cabinets. 

He watched her make pancakes, his eyes glued to the screen in interest for all thirteen minutes. When they were plated, she bent over—showing off a glorious amount of cleavage, before kneeling so her face was in frame. She took a single bite, swallowing it before catching a drip of syrup with her finger and licking it clean. 

Oh, what he would give to be a drop of syrup. 

The video ended. 

He couldn’t remember ever being this hard in his entire life. But he was not masturbating to…whatever this was. He wasn’t. He would have a cold shower, maybe go for a run. That would fix it. 

After two minutes in the freezing spray of his shower his dick was still stubbornly hard, which was impressive, really. With a sigh he turned the temperature up and gave in. He was prepared for a lackluster orgasm, given the lack of lube, lack of content before him, and the fact he only had his palm to offer stimulation. 

And yet, when he closed his eyes and thought of her…

He hadn’t come that hard in years. 

Fuck.

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It had been a week and he had already  watched all 53 videos he had access to. 

They all ranged from about ten to thirty minutes long, and as promised, included all the tasks she had mentioned and more. One of his favorites had been watching her curl her hair, camera set up behind her while she used heated tongs to make perfect platinum coils. The camera was far enough away that you could see her tits in the mirror and the cheeks of her ass at the same time, and the whole time she was humming along to some pop song in the background. 

When he came, he had imagined he was fucking her over the bathroom counter, and she was complaining that he’d mess up her hair, but then she was moaning too much to say anything at all. 

In another she had painted her toenails. He wasn’t into feet. He wasn’t Larys. But her toes were cute and she was cute, her nose wrinkled in concentration as she carefully applied the pink polish. 

The longest of her videos was called “a bedtime story.”  She was wearing a silk slip that wasn’t particularly revealing and leaning back against a pile of pillows. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she looked exhausted, the poor thing. 

“I’ve been studying all day, I’m reading one chapter of my book and going to bed and uh, I hope it isn’t boring?” 

It wasn’t. The way her lips wrapped around the words of the fantasy drama was so fucking sexy. He had no clue who the characters were, or what was happening, he was just besotted with her.

And then, he found one where she masturbated.

 It started innocently enough, several minutes of her cleaning the kitchen with her face out of frame. But that was fine, because she had on these little shorts that were just…

And then she took them off and hopped up on the countertop. Fingers dipped beneath the cotton panties, and he listened to her little gasps and moans as she writhed against her fingers until she came. 

She washed her hands, then put on a pair of rubber gloves and did dishes for the remaining seven minutes of the video. 

That was when he realized he was done for. He knew what she looked like, and sounded like, but knowing what she sounded like when she came? Fuck. He was obsessed. It was truly embarrassing how she had consumed him without even knowing he existed. 

He was grateful when he got called to shoot something in Dorne for a week because it was a distraction from her that he desperately needed. He still watched her videos in his hotel room, but otherwise his avoidance was going well. 

There was another shoot, this one in Vale. 

Princess posted a video of herself covered in bubbles in a bathtub, hair wrapped up in a conditioning mask of some sort. Someone in the comments asked what it was. She shared a link to where you could order it.

Daemon might have bought it. He wanted to know what she smelled like, because he was a sick fuck. The package was waiting for him when he got back, and he opened the plastic jar to take a sniff. He couldn’t describe it, but it was sweet, and bright, and warm, and just how he imagined her.

Yeah okay, he totally used it to jerk off. 

It was purely an economical use, he didn’t bother with conditioner now, not when his hair was short. And it was mostly oil anyway. It wasn’t creepy. It wasn’t. He just didn’t want it to go to waste!

(Why did he set it up for auto-ship, then? That was between him and the gods.)

He was in Essos for a month on location. 

Princess posted herself practicing High Valyrian. 

Daemon googled ‘how to download the audio of a video from OnlyExceptionalists ’ only to realize it was too high tech for him to figure it out on his own and he was not asking his daughters to help with this.

Then, Princess messaged him. 

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P: you know, my watchtime hours have doubled this month thanks to you, tysm ^^  

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Daemon was not prone to embarrassment. He had enough confidence and life experience that it just wasn’t an emotion he had much room left for. But the realization she could see how many hours he had spent watching her clean her apartment and sometimes masturbate?��Crushing. 

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D: I may have tried to restrain myself if I knew that statistic was available to you. But you’re most welcome. It’s been a pleasure. 

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P: a pleasure? good. that’s the goal! 

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D: Well, if that is the goal you’ve scored many, many, times this month. 

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P: mmm, i wish, i haven’t scored in months </3 

Was she flirting? She could not be flirting, could she? 

D: I truly wish I could help you with that. 

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P: in a way you do, i make these videos for me too, i get really wet knowing people are watching and get off after, but plastic cock just isn’t the same :( 

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D: A pretty girl like you could find a real one at any pub in the Seven Kingdoms.

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P: ur sweet <3 i’m just picky, looking for something special. 

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D: Like what? 

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P: i like sex and i like being spoiled but i want something serious. aka a guy with a huge heart and huge cock

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D: What is considered huge? 

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P: send me a picture and i’ll tell u ^^

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D: <photo attached>

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P: ffff yeah that would do. lmk if u r ever in the Crownlands, lol!

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Definitely flirting. 

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The obsession did not improve after that, not with her asking for his thoughts on her newest videos after they went live. And definitely not with him asking if she got off after, too, only to get photos of slick dildos in response instead of words. 

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D: princess like you taking something that big inside of you??

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P: gotta be ready for u x)

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They talked about life, too. She was studying Valyrian History and Language—only in her first year and completely delighted by the fact he had studied it too. She would send him photos of her homework and grades and soon they were texting in the app more often then he did with anyone else. 

He didn’t realize how serious it was until he next saw Laenor. He had slapped his friend on the back before sitting down across from him at the bar table. It was rare they were both free at the same time, and he was looking forward to catching up with his friend.

They were talking about his work when Daemon mindlessly made the suggestion of keeping individual users' watchtime private from independent actors on their new site. Laenor had narrowed his eyes, as if the policy reminded him of something. It must have, because instead of responding he asked, 

“Did you ever use that gift card?” 

Daemon coughed. “Uh, yeah.”  he was playing with the wrapper of his beer on the table, like that would distract him. 

“Did you watch so much porn you got called out?” He asked.

“Fuck, no!” He said, not embarrassed by the implication but also… no. “She doesn’t even make porn.” He admitted. 

Laenor blinked at him. “What the fuck does she make?” 

That was a…valid question and Daemon wasn’t really sure how to answer it. 

“She makes videos, but she isn’t naked, she just…exists? And looks pretty?” 

Laenor gaped. “And you watched it for so many hours she figured it out?” 

Well. Sort of. But he wasn’t going to admit that outright. 

Laenor sighed, leaning back, “Man I just wanted you to loosen up a little, get your dick ready to get back in the game. But that isn’t healthy. That’s sad. I’m sorry man, I guess I should have gotten you a gift card to OKcupid instead.” 

He looked genuinely apologetic, and that made Daemon feel bad. Was it really so weird? It had felt sort of obsessive at first, but now that they were talking…she seemed to like him too. It was fun, and easy in a way the dates he’d been on weren’t. It didn’t feel unhealthy, not to him. But he didn’t think he would be able to convince Laenor of that.

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P: fff have a test today and wicked cramps :(

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D: What would make you feel better?

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P: cake. chocolate cake. 

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D: Do you have an UberEats #?

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P: …maybe

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He wasn’t sure where she lived, but there was a  patisserie chain he’d been fond of in the Crownlands. She had to be close-ish to a college campus, and it allowed him to send the order to the associated account, so hopefully it would work out.

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P: omg i’m ruined. this cake. not sure any other will ever compare

P: honestly not sure any man will compare to u 

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D: Now who is sweet? Must be all the cake in you. 

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P: wish I had something of yours in me too

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D: Back to your usual self!

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P: the cake cured me, thank u doctor 

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She asked about his job. He asked about her school. 

She asked how old he was, and he said he hoped she liked older men.

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P: how old?

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D: 42.

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P: hmm may need a pic to know for sure

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D: <picture attached>

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D: …you there?

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P: srry, just rode a vibe until i came  imagining it was ur face because holy FUCK 

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D: Mm, I’d let you if I was there. 

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P: lol you’d die, you can’t do that irl, just in porn 

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D: Whoever told you that is a liar with poor technique. 

D: But also death from suffocating on your sweet cunt? A good way to go.

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P: fuck i wish we could  meet irl 

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It was Baela’s birthday, unfortunately smack dab in the middle of the semester. But Daemon had blocked off this time in advance, and so had Laena—they were both determined to see her on the day she turned nineteen, after all, she was their baby girl, no matter how old she got. 

Parking was a fucking disaster, Daemon brought the cake in first, leaving it on the counter while he enveloped his daughter in a hug. He didn’t have favorites between the girls, but Baela was so much like him. He didn’t just love her, he understood her so well it was hard to imagine loving anyone else more. 

“It’s good to see you, dad.” She mumbled into his chest, and he gave her shoulders a squeeze in agreement. That was an understatement.

“I hate to leave, but I want to grab your presents before your mom arrives and wants help decorating.” Baela rolled her eyes, and Daemon just shrugged—Laena’s desire to buy balloons for any occasion was no longer something he had to take any responsibility for. Perhaps one of the true benefits of divorce. 

He made the trek back to the car, his phone pinging with a text from Laena,

L: I’m here + Bae’s bestie  

Of course, her timing was inconvenient as always. He was going to get her peeved glare for being absent because he darted out for a total of five minutes. Some things didn’t change, married or naught. 

He dropped the bags on the coffee table, wandering to the kitchen where the voices were coming from. 

“What flavor is it? I had double chocolate from them a few weeks ago and it was heavenly. ” 

“I always tell dad to surprise me, it’s like an extra gift.” He smiled at his daughter's voice, coming to lean in the door frame into the apartment's small cooking area. Baela caught his eye almost immediately and smiled. 

“Speaking of my dad, dad, this is Rhaenyra—my best friend, Rhaenyra, this is Daemon, my dad.” She gestured between him and the blonde girl who was turned away from him. The girl in question spun around at the mention of a new person to meet, extending her hand politely  before looking up at him and— oh.

His first thought was, she is even prettier in person. 

His second was, fuck, please don’t let this ruin things. 

Introductions were a little awkward, but not to the point of being suspicious. He mostly tried to avoid looking at her, at least until other people arrived and his gaze would be less obvious. It seemed like a decent plan, but after an hour he couldn’t resist messaging her. 

D: I can’t believe you’re here, and that  you’re even more beautiful in person. 

He watched her from across the room while he pulled her phone out, which made him feel a little like a creepy stalker, but the feeling was mostly overwritten by how fucking nervous he was for her response. 

P: i know we just met but can i blow you in the bathroom in like 5 mins? 

P: i’m dying knowing i could have my lips on u rn

Daemon must have looked like a maniac with how wide his smile was. 

Yeah, he didn’t think this would ruin anything. 

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At Baela’s wedding a few years later, Rhaenyra was at his side. She was radiant, five months pregnant and looking like a goddess of fertility in the seafoam colored bridesmaid gown. Daemon had just finished his speech, every bit a proud father as he said, 

“I don’t think  greater gift exists than being able to witness your child’s happiness. It’s been a privilege, an honor, and a joy to be your father since the moment you were born. But I’ve never felt that more strongly than today.” 

Rhaenyra was sniffing a little when he sat back down, “You’re such a good dad.” She whispered while Laena stood to begin her speech. 

He gave her a quick kiss,  and while their lips were inches apart he whispered,  “Do you know what gift is a close second?” 

She sighed, “You’re going to say my tits, aren’t you?” 

“Much like their size, my love for them grows with every day.” Nothing made him more convinced that pregnancy was a blessing more than the effect they had had on her already phenomenal breasts. 

She laughed, kissing the corner of his mouth before sitting back in her seat. 

“Just wait until I start lactating.” She said casually, taking a sip from her glass of sparkling juice. 

If he listened closely in that moment, he was pretty sure he could hear some past version of himself laughing hysterically. 

Because seriously, who gets an erection at their daughter’s wedding dinner?

Er, well, probably the same guy who got a blow job at her nineteenth birthday. 

At least he was consistent? 

But more than that, he was happy. And as he looked at her, his beautiful wife, surrounded by people he loved who had been brought together to celebrate his own daughter and her love, he  knew. This was what every moment of his life had been leading up to. 

What a fucking gift. 

Any updates to this AU will be in this collection!

This is an entry for my summer snippet event, specifically the prompt “gift”! Event details here!

Oh, in case it wasn't clear -

OnlyExceptionalists = OnlyFans

RedKeep = RedTube

You might also like my other fic in which they BOTH have OnlyFans accounts and do it on camera 

The base for the birthday card was from here: Image by Freepik

Dividers from @firefly-graphics

[just-some-random-blogger]

Me the whole time

you’d been watching ser criston training the boys in the courtyard, and on accident, a sword managed to get too close and sliced right into your forearm.

Its always you isnt it cole 😒 tsk

you expect her to grab someone, but instead she’s rushing up to you, an unknown emotion swirling in her light eyes.

“at least we will have a scar to match,” rhaenyra murmurs, and her attempt to lift the mood is successful.

NO BUT THATS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING #MATCHINGTRAUAMA

he at first gives the slightest of smirks in your direction, though it falls when he catches sight of you limping.

🗣️🔊💢SIMP

before you can even say anything, daemon is sauntering over and aggressively lifting the hem of your dress. you make a surprised noise, one that he ignores, and clicks his tongue when he sees a chunk of skin missing from your knee. “and which inept cunt did this?” his voice rumbles, tone interweaved with venom and... anger?

 “the moment you are bandaged,” daemon says, voice deep yet almost a whisper. “i will have the head of whoever did this. and you are going to tell me.”

BARKING NOISES

in almost a motherly instinct, the queen rushes over, her green gown swishing behind her like a silk scarf.

MOTHER 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

."who did this? was it jacaerys? lucerys?” she questions angrily, voice coming out fast and harsh once she mentions the boys names.

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 THE WAYS SHE IMMEDIATELY STARTED POINTING FINGERS KSISNEJSSNN MAAM SHE JUST FUCKING STUPID IM AFRAID and i mean same

“i thought you hated me,” [...] “you imbecile.” 

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 SHE SID NOT JUST AEGON US HAHHAHABANSHHSHSJJSSJ

when ser criston goes too hard on you training, however — knocking you down and causing your head to hit the ground — a hatred grows deep into his gut.

At this point how does he still have a job

“is this what you do?!” jace spits, stepping between you and ser criston cole, glaring at the older man with fiery eyes akin to raging flame. “place harm upon your pupils?”

YOU TELL HIM JACAERYS

maybe jace didn’t hate you as much as you thought he did. maybe he didn’t hate you at all.

Girl- what a nincompoop of COURSE HE DOESN'T HATE YOU BRO WTF

it started when you were younger — two children fighting to prove their worth — and sat with you until adulthood.

having one eye has forced him to become more perceptive, more wary — so it isn’t difficult for him to see how you try to cover up the crimson-red seeping from a cut your palm.

Poor one eye and poor yn

without even asking, his large hand is grabbing harshly at your arm to steal a glance at the wound. “gotten yourself into trouble, have you?”

Also sir that hurts im literally bleeding let go

uour rivalry has been about one-upping the other and making each other’s lives more difficult, so you’re stunned that he even gives a shit.

Lmao

“whoever dared to lay a single hand on you,” aemond says lowly, tone graced with deadly contempt, “will not live to see my brother crowned.”

like rhaenyra, aegon’s distaste toward you comes from differing viewpoints.

well considering your pov is prolly shit /:

he finds your beliefs annoying — who says he can’t sleep with any maiden he can get his hands on?

I-

who cares if he gets drunk and lazes around?

////: like i said

thus, you don’t think much of it when a hand-maiden bumps into you and knocks hot tea onto your neck, scalding the skin there. it leaves a blistering burn, one that you can’t hide.

😨😨😨😨😨😨😨 girlllll

— because unbeknownst to you, and perhaps even aegon, you’ve made a home in that heart of his.

Still shit tho

“this is bordering on treason,” he states angrily. then, after shooting you a softer look, he snatches you by the arm to draw you close.

“these commoners will have to learn not to toy with me. or my playthings.”

💀Man did bot just call me a plaything and i did not immediately like it

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 — 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭; you get injured one day and your self-proclaimed “rival” has a problem with it.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; rhaenyra, daemon, alicent, jace, aemond, aegon

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬; “who did this to you?” trope, blood, kind of gory (?), fluff. female reader

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; this piece was based on this request! also i just had to use that line alicent said to aegon in that one scene… it was too fitting omg. enjoy :)

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀

you and rhaenyra have always had a rocky friendship. sometimes there was an unspoken sort of distaste, one that neither of you had a reason for; your views just did not align, and you did not agree on how certain events had been handled in the past. as these disagreements grew, so did the rift between you. but as a vital part of house targaryen, you remained there for years despite the hardships and helped her with tedious tasks. whenever you spoke with the princess, your words were clipped, short, and to the point: something you are sure rhaenyra appreciated as well. you assumed she hated you, and accepted this way of life — until the second you got hurt. 

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[thephantomcasebook]

I just watched the latest episode of Frida night tights on YouTube because they had a good commentary on Hollywood creating bad shows and movies. But it shocked me that nerdotic said that when episode 2 of hotd season 2 comes on air, people will complain and "pussy out" with the violence of a mere innocent child's demise. I am really disappointed that he didn't rephrase it like saying, it will be a hard scene to watch. I feel like the normal audience will be very disturbed and have a empathetic understanding towards the Greens and especially towards Heleana. It's Like Nerdotic is looking forward to that scene. In the wrong way. Thooughts?

I was listening to the episode as I was playing Total War: Atilla

Gary and Ryan are Team Black Fanboys who are big Daemon/Matt Smith simps. Shad and Mauler are more Team Green, they both love Aemond and Mauler is really into Otto.

But yeah, I wasn't too big on their blood lust for "Blood & Cheese" but I also know that they - like a lot of people - are getting annoyed with the "Blacks are good and Greens are bad" stuff, and some hardcore fans are relishing for a ASoIaF style shock to the system that makes the normies and activists realize that this isn't a clean cut narrative.

As a veteran of the fandom for nearly 14 years now, the one thing to keep in mind is not to take any of it too personally, that is just the way that a lot of old school ASoIaF fans are, we all kinda relish in the dark and fucked up stuff sometimes.

Just remember that its a show, these are fictional characters, and when people give you shit you give it right back to them. Go to battle on the keyboard with a smirk and jovial manner and remember we all like the same thing in the end and arguing over stupid shit is what bonds us as big fucking nerds.

Just hold to this tenant:

Team Black is for the consumer mouth breathers

Team Green is for true Caballeros of intellect and culture.

[just-some-random-blogger]

part 2 you were waiting for lifetime for! (hope no) ig ive told abt all the big things so now im gonna go for the text. oh! and!! a moodboard TT youre so sweet TT i appreciate the amount of efforts you make for this🥺 it expresses the events really good! oh no another thing!! the previous life references from the reader! love them. the portrait and all lines she say to aemond (a lil stupid though bc? he knows nothing and not connected with this but ok) and king? love targ brothers interactions sm! vissys presence makes so much sense (beside developing the plot). it feels so much more complete w/him. have only realised it. AEMOND WAITING FOR AEGON AT NIGHT TT WHY so cute??? TT like they bicker and almost fight over a woman but hes still waiting for his bro TT it made me cry rn. also this little feeling of woe between them while theyre talking abt the woman theyre both pining after and whos never to be with either of them... WHINING DRUNK DAEMON TT im a simp. can imagine his glossy eyes and smudged kisses on whatever skin he can find bc of the yearning for close proximity. love it, so soft so tender so A. but his greezy ass😡 thanks again for not making it nsfw. i love how she rejects his flirting GHHDHD she needs to preserve her maidenhood till the wedding night, after all. (sorry IK its bad, sorry:( ) and daemon doing sports! i love this detail that shows that hes really from a royal family and has duties and had an education and these royal hobbies (ig?). DAEMON CALLING READER PRINCESS. you probably didnt mean it but i do see it as the reference to her actually being his wife who has his royal title. “Then why won’t you let me put a dragonling in you?” 1) i snorted. 2) it made me think. its ok with your point of view. but since ive seen the beginning as reader dying during the labour, i though she might be frightened of actually getting pregnant? yes its been 2000 years but. she not likely got pregnant throughout this time. 'not liking his indirect insinuation of weakness' GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS YES!! love her. the domestic atmosphere of their interactions is making me smile so softly. AND daemon caring about wifes well-being in the first place after shes gone? equals him being smug before. OH AND IM THE GOVERNMENT JFHCXJSDJ weve talked abt it so it was cute to find it in the fic. youre such a sweety<з STILL pretty awkward interactions with aemond make my heart clench. hes so timid and so emo for this. understandable that 1) he respects his professor 2) hes in love w/her 3) thus he wants her to be happy and hes the type to let her go find her happiness in another place 4) hes suspicious. but so emo TT and your intro to the 'investigation' (hope im not saying some ridiculous shit to you)! this book intrigues. and now im really inerested if shes gonna tell aemond anything. bc she like had intention to do so?... im intrigued. so THE king coming to the museum. its interesting how hes so calm and thoughtful(?) and its relieving how hes so protective of his brother. even if hes against the wedding and dont know this woman, he knows his brother is in love and goes crazy bc of her so hes being the real kepa and going and trying to solve it all. i also see them having a nice conversation with logic, calmness, respect and all and daemon rushing in and ruining it by screaming smth like 'fckng viserys i love her'. also. i always read the last line before reading smth. and i was so amused by seeing aegons plain and loosey text to aemond. theyre so bros here i love them TT overall, this part was more about daemon, domestic interactions, spoilers(?) of forthcoming events and symbols so no tears. (NOT a dare) im very proud of you for writing so much. i appreciate your efforts soso much! and oh how big brained r u in this part! ig all your plans were given the greatest expression and a start! youve done SOSO good! thank u so much for the time, thoughts and hard work you invest in this! hope youre proud of yourself as well. bc you deserve it. you and your fics deserve much more love than tumblr can ever provide. take care! love you<з

YAY P2

part 2 you were waiting for lifetime for! (hope no) ig ive told abt all the big things so now im gonna go for the text. oh! and!! a moodboard TT youre so sweet TT i appreciate the amount of efforts you make for this🥺 it expresses the events really good!

i didnt think you would make a p2 anymore so this is GAHHH <3 <3 im glad you like the moodboard!!! i love it too!!!! <3 i love making moodboards T_T <3 it really helps set the mood for me <3 hehe HAHAH

oh no another thing!! the previous life references from the reader! love them. the portrait and all lines she say to aemond (a lil stupid though bc? he knows nothing and not connected with this but ok)

T_T HAHAHAHAHHHAAHAHAHAH so mean to aemond HAAHHAHah but im glad you enjoy the references to yns old life

and king? love targ brothers interactions sm! vissys presence makes so much sense (beside developing the plot). it feels so much more complete w/him. have only realised it.

im so glad !!!! T_T

AEMOND WAITING FOR AEGON AT NIGHT TT WHY so cute??? TT like they bicker and almost fight over a woman but hes still waiting for his bro TT it made me cry rn.

YES THEY THIS IS BROTHERHOOD/THE SIB DYNAMIC IN AN NUTSHELL also in my head they met because specifically to talk about the issue aemond had and to air out his feelings over the fact he just witnessed THE FUCKING PRINCE AND YN MAKING OUT IN HIS PLACE OF WORK RIP THAT 💀

also this little feeling of woe between them while theyre talking abt the woman theyre both pining after and whos never to be with either of them...

T_T It be like that

WHINING DRUNK DAEMON TT im a simp. can imagine his glossy eyes and smudged kisses on whatever skin he can find bc of the yearning for close proximity.

HELP ME THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY AND BREIFLY PUT THAT IS SO DAEMON THAT IS DAEMON DAEMON IS THAT WOW OMG IM DEAD NOW IM DEAD SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

love it, so soft so tender so A. but his greezy ass😡 thanks again for not making it nsfw. i love how she rejects his flirting GHHDHD

yeah i dont think im going to make it nsfw until i feel like it makes sense. yes he wants love but you gotta give him smth real. and i want it to be super tender and sweet and full of love. LOL SIMP i was thinking maybe doing in he next part but also writing smut is so draining but anyway i do what i want. if you dont feel comfy reading smut if i do write it just skip it ok

she needs to preserve her maidenhood till the wedding night, after all. (sorry IK its bad, sorry:( )

hELP EW HSAFHLASHFLAHFALSHF THE WAY I ACTUALLY WENT EW HAHAHHH by all means go off girlie AHHAHAHAHAHA

and daemon doing sports! i love this detail that shows that hes really from a royal family and has duties and had an education and these royal hobbies (ig?).

YES I LOVE THIS DETAIL TOO ACTUALLY IM GLAD YOU EVEN NOTICED IT I ACTUALLY THINK I WILL ADD A SCENE WITH HIM DOING SPORTS 🤤🥵 JUST BE BEING A THIRST ASS RAT FOR DAEMON ALSFHALSFHALSFHASL;FHLAS

DAEMON CALLING READER PRINCESS. you probably didnt mean it but i do see it as the reference to her actually being his wife who has his royal title.

NO I 100% MEANT IT LIKE THAT YOU GOT IT RIGHT ON

“Then why won’t you let me put a dragonling in you?” 1) i snorted. 2) it made me think. its ok with your point of view. but since ive seen the beginning as reader dying during the labour, i though she might be frightened of actually getting pregnant? yes its been 2000 years but. she not likely got pregnant throughout this time.

i totally understand what you mean............................................ what if i told you................................................................................... i envisioned she had a kid in her 2000 year wait............................................................................................................ ok but honestly more of an adoptive parent. but idk im still on the fence about come on she has been alive for 20000000 yearSSSSS there should have been at least ONE PERSON AT LEAST ONE PERSON that she let get close to her, thus the plotline i told you about the ex lashfalkfhalsfh OMG GIRL I JUST THOUGHT OF A REALLY MESSY TIMELINE FUCKKKKKKK HELP

'not liking his indirect insinuation of weakness' GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS YES!! love her.

PURR EXACTLY

the domestic atmosphere of their interactions is making me smile so softly. AND daemon caring about wifes well-being in the first place after shes gone? equals him being smug before.

I love the domestic atmosphere between them too!!! T_T we love a caring husband even though its rooted in his own self interest T_T idk what you mean about him being smug before but yes he is always smug anyway so HAHAH

OH AND IM THE GOVERNMENT JFHCXJSDJ weve talked abt it so it was cute to find it in the fic. youre such a sweety<з

I HAD TO PUT IT COS ITS SO FUNNY

STILL pretty awkward interactions with aemond make my heart clench. hes so timid and so emo for this. understandable that 1) he respects his professor 2) hes in love w/her 3) thus he wants her to be happy and hes the type to let her go find her happiness in another place 4) hes suspicious. but so emo TT

im a bit amused that you find aemond timid. perhaps in the face of yn and daemon, in comparison, he does come off like that, but also i think its just him being younger than both of them and not yet being so sure of himself yet. i think he also senses something between them that cannot fight against his 'love' his crush which is just silly or childish. so he would not yet speak on his feelings while their dynamic is mentor and student lol we'll see

and your intro to the 'investigation' (hope im not saying some ridiculous shit to you)! this book intrigues. and now im really inerested if shes gonna tell aemond anything. bc she like had intention to do so?... im intrigued.

im still on the fence about yn talking about the whole thing in general. i mean she's halfheartedly spoken her truth to multiple characters, but it was hard for her FOR ME to be even able to make her just to viserys that she loves daemon so much. so a part of me is thinking of making aemond her confidant, wherein he knows everything about her and no one else does but also im thinking what if hes so highstrung on figuring out this mystery its suddenly shown to everyone, daemon, aegon, aemma, everyone, BUT him and then when he finds it out for himself, hes like betrayed because everyone found out without even digging into it. but then if i take that route, i could make him into a villain and 0.0 the plot would get mega twisted HAHAHAHAH. also what you said is not ridiculous. you totally caught onto me foreshadowing the fact aemond is going to try and find out about her

so THE king coming to the museum. its interesting how hes so calm and thoughtful(?) and its relieving how hes so protective of his brother. even if hes against the wedding and dont know this woman, he knows his brother is in love and goes crazy bc of her so hes being the real kepa and going and trying to solve it all.

VISERYS BEING THAT DAD TO DAEMON THAT HE NEVER WAS TO HIS KIDS (OTHER THAN RHAENYRA) IN HIS PREVIOUS LIFE. redemption arc real. HAHAHAHA. i mean in the show this was the whole vibe viserys gave to me. also the actor in general. him and matt are so brothers irl <3

i also see them having a nice conversation with logic, calmness, respect and all and daemon rushing in and ruining it by screaming smth like 'fckng viserys i love her'.

I ALMOST WROTE SMTH LIKE THAT but i felt like it would kill the whole chapter so i didnt maybe for the next one

also. i always read the last line before reading smth. and i was so amused by seeing aegons plain and loosey text to aemond. theyre so bros here i love them TT

????? HLKASHDHASD why do you read the last first??? but yes they are SO BROS IN THIS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

overall, this part was more about daemon, domestic interactions, spoilers(?) of forthcoming events and symbols so no tears. (NOT a dare)

HAHAHHHAAHH. there arent spoilers what do you mean ASL:FHASFAS SPOILERS ARE LIKE INFO OUTSIDE THE STORY THAT IS TALKING ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT so i think you mean foreshadowing. i mUST make you cry next time

im very proud of you for writing so much.

THANK YOU MY LOVE PROUD OF ME TOO

i appreciate your efforts soso much! and oh how big brained r u in this part! ig all your plans were given the greatest expression and a start! youve done SOSO good! thank u so much for the time, thoughts and hard work you invest in this! hope youre proud of yourself as well. bc you deserve it. you and your fics deserve much more love than tumblr can ever provide.

AWWWWWWWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH MY LOVE YOUR WORDS MEAN SO MUCH TO ME IM HONORED TO RECEIVE YOUR WORDS OF AFFIRMATION AND APPRECIATION <3

take care! love you<з

i love you <3 take care as well

xxx

[alannybunnue]

Ok, Joking Around: Modern!Reader stuck with the Yan!Targaryens Part 2

So, my computer is still in repair (Yes, i have been crying a lot because of it), so i will write about the modern!reader. Because that always fun and not expected to be good

Tags: @rosaryos

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You were living in chaos, and you were down for it.

Not too long after you showed up inside of your favorite show atm, you were taken and...given the title of Princess, wait what???

Ok, now you are the second daughter of Viserys(Or first? You are older than Rhaenyra) and Aemma Targaryen. You were just happy that Aemma was still alive 😃...then you realized that her death was still coming 😨😭

You decided, that in this moment, you would change the story, you would not let Viserys make that choice, then she would have more chances of surviving right?

You spend time with your new father a lot, in which makes your new uncle (that you kinda want to...y'know 😗) jealous as f*ck

And another person who is bothered by it is your new sister, Rhaenyra, who is adamant of learning more about you and weird language that is totally not lady like.

Speaking of your "language", after you calling the men "Dilfs" it became a honorable title, and you had to spend 2 hours trying to come up with an excuse of why Daemon could not get the title like his brother at first(Daemon, you haven't spread the blood of the dragon yet, wait your turn, accept that Viserys is the Dilf of the Seven Kingdoms-).

Funny thing, after you said that this title only served for powerful men who already fathered a child, you noticed that your supposed uncle started to act more...not family friendly with you.

In fact, one time, he tried to convince you to ride on Caraxes with him (You knew that he was going to kidnap you) but thank the Gods that Otto appeared and took you away.

Speaking of the Hightowers now...Otto didn't like you at first, in fact, your behavior bothered him and his daughter quite a lot, even when they didn't understand it. But after warming up to you, they made it their mission to change that. (THEY FAILED)

As for the Velaryons, well, now Corlys is the "Dilf of the Seas" and Rhaenys is the "Queen Milf" (although you don't say that publicly by her request) and both adore you. And yes, you told Laena and Laenor the meaning behind your language, they are now adapting to it, you are bringing them to the dark side.

Last but not least, Aemma, the Milf of the Seven Kingdoms, you don't want to grow attached to her and then fail to save her, so you keep you distance and makes her sad 😔

Now to the actual story.

You spend a lot of time with Rhaenyra, excited for the day she becomes the Black Queen, but also you dragged around with Alicent because she misses you.

On the day that Daemon appears, he gives both you and Rhaenyra a Valyrian steel jewelry, in which, confuses you, you are not Valyrian...wait, did he caressed your skin two seconds ago?

Anyway, you stay around around watching the scenes happen all in 4d and in real time, while knowing all the spoilers that are soon to come.

Then the tournament happens, and while you were watching, you finally found your favorite future incel with anger issues, Sir Criston Cole.

Also in that scene, instead of asking for Alicent's favor, Daemon asks for your favor, and knowing that he will lose anyway, you gave it to him, because you are a simp 😊

And then it hit you, Viserys is no longer there...YOU RAN AWAY INSTANTLY.

You almost barge into the room, but the guards stopped you, so the last resource you had, SCREAM AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS UNTIL YOUR THROAT ACHE.

But it was too late, and Aemma's scream could be heard, you cried yourself to sleep 😣

You where by Rhaenyra's side when Syrax burned her mother and baby brother, actually, you stayed with her even afterwards.

Until it clicked again, ALICENT-

Again, you ran to Viserys' chambers to make him company- and Alicent was already there.

You are failing in this shit hard, my champion.

And you know that things are only gonna get worse.

Cuz the next day, Daemon was exiled(Not before he tried to take you with him tho-)

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A/N: And...basically this was me covering up the first episode, i know some nicknames are stupid, but still, there are too many Milfs and Dilfs in this series. I hope you enjoyed.