#daemon x nettles ask

[bohemian-nights]

In a sort of AU type reality what do you think Nettles and Daemons relationship would look like after the war?

Oh let’s see. In this scenario, Team Black has actually won the war and Aegon II was overthrown so I imagine that Daemon would arrive back at four with Nettles as his unofficial mistress(officially she’s Baela or Rhaena’s lady companion).

I’d like to say he’d take her as his second wife, but that’s pretty much impossible given the fact that polygamous marriages are longer sanctioned and Rhaenyra’s reign would be on shaky ground so testing the Faith is a no-go.

He’s obviously worked out some deal with Rhaenyra where he publically supports as Prince Consort does his duties as protector of the realm, but his private life is his own.

Privately, Nettles is his wife in all but name. Come on, did you guys see how domestic they were at Maidenpool? That domesticity(sleeping in adjoining chambers, taking their meals together, council, the baths, etc.) continues in the capitol 🥰

I think Nettles at this point has gotten rid of most of her apprehensions about being his mistress, but the court can be daunting and extremely judgmental. For respectability’s sake, and to quell some of the gossip, Daemon might try to find a husband for her (if she wishes it).

Lol that marriage would never be consummated and Daemon would in fact have the groom wait outside of Nettles' rooms on their wedding night, that is if the man isn’t a friend of Dorothy😬

The only problem I can see interrupting this blissful pair would come in the form of Nettles falling pregnant(someone forgot to brew the moontea🫢)

Nettles is a little shock and apprehensive to tell Daemon, but shes so relieved to find out he’s happy about the baby.

Rhaenyra completely flips out and snaps (and Mysaria because she’s still around). She’s tolerated Nettles up until then, but the baby(especially after she lost her last one) makes her go full-blown evil queen.

Poison may find its way into Nettles' morning tea, but Daemon takes no precautions with her health and safety, especially when she’s in such a delicate state, so, of course, she has tasters for her. It doesn’t take long for Daemon to get to the bottom of the poisoning and figure out obviously it does not end well for Queenie and her mistress of whisperers🗡️

[tessarionbestgirl]

Since I saw your post about daemon’s redemption: Have to say it’s really goddamn telling that Daemyra is the most popular ship involving daemon while nettles is the least popular despite being his arguably only canonical love interest. Like yes Daemon x nettles is problematic though what ship in asoiaf isn’t and Nettles is who daemon arguably sacrifices everything for in order for her to escape unharmed plus nettles confronts all of daemons toxic ideals and forces him to change. I swear if nettles wasn’t a black woman and was white like rhaenyra people wedlock to daemon x nettles in a heart beat but because nettles was black people need to show faux concern and say “what about rhaenyra” you know the woman who tried to hate crime nettles

Oh yeah is funny because while I do ship Alys and Daemon on the show, I saw some D*emyra already being more open about them being a thing then Nettles and Daemon.

I even remember people making threads, how, makes no sense Daemon fall for Nettles because she has no Valyrian characteristics. What you know is exactly the point of why Martin wrote he falling in love for Nettles, despite the problematic aspects. It is the whole Brienne and Jaime arc. Brienne is not even close to a classic knight or the classic beauty of woman but she honorable and beautiful in her way as Nettles despite probably not having any Valyrian blood on her she still able to do something no one was, taming a big wild dragon while also not being westorosi beauty standard. All this affect Jaime/Daemon to question their views and change to better. ( And arguably Brienne and Jaime are way more popular than Nettles and Daemon).

Of course this is lost when Ryan adapted the Valaryons to be black, so in this sense I understand why Ryan wouldn't want to adapt the romance between them because part of what make it compelling is lost. Whatever her character shouldn't get repurpose to other characters, and had her importance diminished in the process, because if you saw the leaks, Sheepstealer is small and ugly, and not ugly in the way Vaghar or Vermithor are ugly. The dragon is ugly that stand out as weak and have no appeal even compared to other dragons and it looks even generic design.

Imagine if Game of thrones they have repurpose Brienne to Pod and made him a shitty swordsman and Jaime gave him a random sword. Meanwhile instead of Jaime learning important lessons about himself, the world and being a important step to disconnect from the toxic relationship with Cersei, he had learned to embrace even more hid worse threats and all he needs was to be loyal to Cersei.

The narrative in the book on purpose says "Jaime throwing a kid from the window for love is not right." While the show justifies Daemon killing for Rhaenyra, doing b&c and so on. You know how insane this is?! The fandom back in the time would go crazy over this. Meanwhile hotd fandom, specially tb, justifies it and even some like it.

And he done that for what? Fanservice? Because is that how it feels. This season feels in a lot of sense filler and response for Twitter fans. Either to criticize, to justify it self or to endorse the worse opinions there.

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

You don’t believe Nettles was Daemon’s bastard?

🤨 Yes? I mean, no, I don't believe Daemon fucked his daughter. Presuming that's what you're asking, and that you aren't a sexual-relationship-denialist. (I find "anti" doesn't quite work as a properly definitive noun here.) If you are, though, you should reread:

By the dwarf’s account, Daemon Targaryen had come to love the small brown bastard girl, and had taken her into his bed. How much credence can we give the fool’s testimony? [...] Septon Eustace says her teeth were crooked, her nose scarred where it had once been slit for thieving. Hardly a likely paramour for a prince, one would think. Against that we have The Testimony of Mushroom…and in this case, the Chronicles of Maidenpool as set down by Lord Mooton’s maester. Maester Norren writes that “the prince and his bastard girl” supped together every night, broke their fast together every morning, slept in adjoining bedchambers, that the prince “doted upon the brown girl as a man might dote upon his daughter,” instructing her in “common courtesies” and how to dress and sit and brush her hair, that he made gifts to her of “an ivory-handled hairbrush, a silvered looking glass, a cloak of rich brown velvet bordered in satin, a pair of riding boots of leather soft as butter.” The prince taught the girl to wash, Norren says, and the maidservants who fetched their bath water said he oft shared a tub with her, “soaping her back or washing the dragon stink from her hair, both of them as naked as their namedays.” None of this constitutes proof that Daemon Targaryen had carnal knowledge of the bastard girl, but in light of what followed we must surely judge that more likely than most of Mushroom’s tales.

Or to sum up what Gyldayn is saying: "normally Mushroom is not trustworthy. However, here is a maester (someone in my job, someone I trust) with his professional records of the histories of Maidenpool, and he confirms Mushroom's story. I think it's very likely."

Or what GRRM is saying: "I know I set up Mushroom to be the wild sexy gossip you can't believe guy, but this is an actual bit of wild sexy truth here, ok? Sorry the conceit of my history book doesn't let me actually state anything outright."

And in case you were asking the daddy-in-more-ways-than-one question, no, I've stated from the start (2013 with TPATQ, tyvm) that Nettles exists to show that dragonriding does not necessarily require Valyrian blood. Daemon is just paternalistic. Patronizing, in a Henry Higgins meets "Wildest Dreams" kinda way...

[coffeebooksrain18]

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regarding your response to the anon above, i'm just curious on your personal thoughts...what would you describe nettles & daemon's relationship compared with laena & daemon? sry if i'm bothering you, have a nice day/night ! ◡̈

Hi Anon! And don't worry your not bothering me at all.

All right let's start with this, SHES NOT HIS DAUGHTER! I don't know why people think this when it says stuff like them bathing together you don't bathe with your teenage daughter. Plus if he was doing that with his teenage daughter we probably would have read he was doing the same with Baela and Rhaena. So I say they were lovers.

Next I still believe Laena was his one true love, but i do think he loved Nettles that he was in love with her. I mean you don't go on a suicide mission for just some hookup.

I always felt Rhaenyra and his relationship was a political one, I've said it before will say it again. And I think after feeling love like he had with Laena at some point he was going to search for that again, at least to some level. Hence me thinking he was in love with her but she wasn't his one true love.

Think of it this way, Laena was his soulmate this inferno of passion and love (imo) while Nettles was like a warm blanket. I think having Nettles leave hit too close to home for Daemon, i think he felt like he couldn't lose someone he loves again. That's why I think Caraxes and him reacted that way, I think he was thinking of Laena and how she passed and that made Caraxes call put like he did.

Thanks for the ask Anon! Hopefully this made sense?

[chicken-wayng]

I've seen your recent posts with the tag"House Rhaenicent AU" and I NEED to know more. I'm begging. Is this a story you're writing?

No it's not a story I'm writing but one I want to write and don't have the time for and I don't think anyone would like it. But here's what I headcanon for my House Rhaenicent AU:

Daemon and Rhaenyra did get married (before Viserys died) to act as each other's beards. They are not together, or in an open relationship, they were acting as the other's beard until Viserys died and Rhaenyra became Queen/law of the land

Harwin and Laenor are alive and commonly found in Pentos, when not on one of their adventures, where they reside at Laena'a castle.

Helaena likes to take the twins and Maelor on dragon rides to Laena'a home in Pentos.

Aegon is Rhaenyra's Hand and was able to get a divorce from Helaena and pass a law stating no child should be married before 16, and a betrothal is required regardless of age of marriage (so even if they're both 60 they need at least 6 months of betrothal/courting).

Helaena is in a courtship with Alys but is crushing on Baela.

We all know how Jace became Heir, but what you may not know is that Helaena gave up the status.

Criston and Daemon are in charge of scouring the kingdom for worthy Knights. They find Nettles (whose storyline is not given to Rhaena in this AU, because she has Morning)

Baela and Jace are married! They have an open relationship that is what every open relationship strives to be. Jace is dating Cregan and Baela is crushing on Helaena

Aemond and Luke live at Summerhall, but are constantly taking trips to find books and scrolls and coming back with satchels full of things Luke (definitely not Aemond, he has a reputation to uphold) saw and thought one of his family members would like

Rhaena and Daeron are engaged for a spring wedding

I'm at work right now so I can't really remember/think of much more.

[venusintheblindspots-blog]

nettles 💌

Character: SHE IS MY PRECIOUS

Ship with : Daemon, but I’ve taken a liking to her being shipped Daeron

General Opinions : There is so much about Nettles that I love, but the thing that I’m obsessed with right now is how tragic her story is in retrospect. She abandons her identity and curates a new one after she becomes a dragonrider, and the new identity she created is eventually discarded because she doesn’t have any space in the Westeros anymore. She loses her home, her identity, her friends, lover, comrades, etc. and then lives out her days in the Vale (this isn’t even confirmed, so we truly don’t know where she’s at). I’ll stop rambling now though.

[horizon-verizon]

darklinaforver refers to this compilation of "Dettles" or Daemon x Nettles posts I either created or reblogged and stored:

I'm not anti i like them, but i don't see them as healthy cause they're not. I've read again Fire and Blood and that can't be called romance...If you think that's romance then you've never read romance books in your life. Denying Daemon groomed Rhaenyra is insane. Ryan Sara Emma said that cause it's true, he did groom her but he's not the only one. There are a lot of grooming relationships in asoiaf. I guess GRRM have a thing for those portrayments. Daemyra is not the only one nor will be the last

Also, need to be brutally honest, if you say daemyra in the book is romance then also Daemon with Nettles is? Cause he does the same things he did with Rhaenyra when used to be young...I think it's not a case. To me GRRM had an accurate intention there. That really upset me.

Look, if you're unable to read my posts effectively contradicting this grooming thing that's not my fucking problem.

Ryan, Sara and Emma are not right about this. Like many people, they just make easy shortcuts for the words they use without understanding them.

Sara Hess is capable of making excuses for Aegon II the Rapist, so sorry for not taking them seriously.

I literally said everything in all these posts :

If the reality of the Dameyra relationship isn't obvious to you, that's not my problem, but get out of my blog before you find yourself blocked. Because I certainly don't have the patience to deal with a jerk like you. And yes I'm brutal with my words but I'm tired of repeating the same things over and over after a while into the void, because I doubt you'll even take the trouble to read my long posts contradicting this grooming story, because all you want is to be right about your opinion which you think is the most moral.

And I've also done tons of posts on Nettles before, like the @horizon-verizon item. (@horizon-verizon if you pass by, a little link of your compilations of posts on Nettles and his relationship with Daemon would be welcome !)

There is no evidence that Daemon had a sexual relationship with Nettles. None. So you can only speculate. But no, Daemon's gifts to Nettles have nothing to do with those he gave to Rhaenyra, as I already explained.

And if you're so upset, move on instead of ruining my tumblr.

@lizzie-queenofmeigas @nrilliree @la-pheacienne @kittenfangirl20

[paulyenvol6]

The Girl Nettles

Daemon x Nettles (One Shot)

Daemon and Nettles reside at Harrenhal trying to find Aemond. While they had spent their days in indolence they have gotten closer and developed a special bond.

Contains: detailed smut, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, touching, kissing, nipple play, slight bruising, lots of dirty and reassuring talk, soft!dom Daemon, caring/protective and loving Daemon, lots of praising, possessiveness, daddy issues, crying, whiny & submissive Nettles, age gap, mentions of death and domestic violence, angst, aftercare

Wordcount: ~8.14k

Masterlist

Nettles scratched at her skin until the mud was peeled off and then continued to remove the dirt under her nails. She merely did it out of boredom, because she knew that Daemon would have her take a bath later anyhow. Mayhaps even with him.

But now he was still in his room reading the books that he had found in Harrenhal while she had to find herself something to do. Nettles had already done everything she could think of. She had gardened behind the back gate, had fed her dragon, had helped the servants in the kitchen who looked at her every time as though she was a ghost. But now her mind was empty and she wished she could be with Daemon. The rogue prince.

She didn't even insist on having him touch her, no, it would be already enough to just sit between his legs with his hands combing through her messy hair while listening to his steady breathing. She had always enjoyed it. Maybe not always but always since she had fled her home. Perhaps because the sound of someone breathing meant that the person wasn't dead and for her young age of 6 and 10 she had watched too many people die already. Daemon was alive and well and he would continue to be while he was just sitting behind her running his hands through her hair.

Sometimes Nettles asked herself what he was to her. She hadn't really had an opinion on him before they were sent to Harrenhal. He was the queen's husband which made him the king consort and Nettles had considered him another loyal fighter for queen Rhaenyra. And so she had accepted her command and flew with Daemon to Harrenhal to find and slay prince Aemond on the mighty Vhagar. That hadn't happened yet but Nettles had gotten to know the rogue prince.

They had so much time all day waiting for a sighting of Aemond Targaryen that they had spent many hours on the mountains surrounding Harrenhal. They now even had a favourite rock, the one with the moss covering parts of it and it had a curve that was perfect for someone to sit on. Daemon had started to tell her about all the old dragons of Valyria and then when he was finished with these tales had talked about Balerion and Maraxes and Vermithor and all the others. During the night of the owl he told Nettles about the star signs though and while she had sometimes problems to comprehend the lines between the stars Daemon was patient with her until she could name every sign in the nightsky.

When the two of them weren't outside they sat by the fire and stared at it as if they were trying to find answers. Nettles didn't know what he was asking for when he looked at it because she obviously couldn't read thoughts. Maybe he was asking about his wife? Or where Aemond remained? She didn't know but she knew what she was asking for. Nettles wanted to know where her father was. And if her brother had made it out of the burning house that one night. And though her eyes searchingly danced over the fire the same way the flames danced in front of her eyes it hadn't given her an answer yet.

And when they were done with that Daemon would read her sometimes from the old books. They were tales about great and brave knights who saved young maidens from the claws of cruel usurpers. And Nettles couldn't help but wonder sometimes if Daemon's name would some day be in an old book like that as well. She didn't ask though.

And Daemon had started to teach her how to write and read. She had never learned it just as she hadn't learned so many things. She hated it in the beginning but the prince had remained persistend and was very patient with her. Her letters were crooked and ugly and Nettles had felt ashamed but he had just smiled and told her that it took time until they would look beautiful.

Daemon was always kind to her and that's why the girl trusted him. He never was mean to her or hurt her and he never raised his voice. She hated it when someone shouted at her, mayhaps because of her father and Daemon seemed to somehow know. He always talked softly with her and though he was grumpy sometimes when another letter from the queen arrived he never let his anger out on her. He would just look at her with cold eyes and tell her that she should leave him alone for a few hours.

Nettles felt good in his presence. There was something about him that made her feel like he cared about her and as she had never experienced a lot of warmth or love back in her home, she felt drawn to Daemon.

Her father had been a drunken fool who had hit her mother. When Nettles thought about her first 10 years that she had spent with her parents she could mostly remember the cold nights when she would crouch against the corner of her room and hear her parents shouting at each other. Most of the times it ended with a loud shatter and in the morrow Nettles would find her mother with her face down and a bleeding wound on the back of her head. The girl would have cuts on her bare feet from walking through shards of glass and see her father only days later when he would return most of the times so drunk that she could smell the alcohol from far away.

Nettles remembered her father as a short man with a crooked nose and eyes so small that she almost couldn't see the white in them though she thought that her memory might have been influenced by her disgust for the man. He would always go a bit slouched because he once had been stabbed in his belly and he used to say that the wound had never fully healed. Nettles remembered the way he had wrinkled his nose shortly before he would shout at her and her father had shouted at her all the time. When Nettles had bought the wrong vegetables at the market, when the rats came back to settle in their dirty home, even when the weather wasn't to his liking.

Nettles had been hit sometimes but she called herself lucky because her mother was much worse off. Sometimes, and she had never spoken these words to anyone and was ashamed to have thought something like that, but sometimes she had wished that her mother would be dead so she didn't have to suffer any more. Nettles thought that whatever waited for a man after his death couldn't be worse or more painful than the bruises and wounds on her mother's back.

She also had a younger brother but he had learned at a very young age that his parents had nothing to offer. So he had started to go his own way and spent most of the day away from home. Nettles and he had never been very close, perhaps because their life didn't grant them any time or energy to develop feelings of sisterly and brotherly love for each other. So she didn't even know what her brother was doing all day while she took care of the household or cared for her mother.

Nettles had left her home at the age of 10 because her father had set himself and their home on fire. Ironically, her father was the only person besides her she was sure had survived. Nettles had been able to drag her mother out of the house but she had collapsed and died on the stinky cold street shortly after. She hadn't even coughed or gasped for air, it almost seemed like she had no will to live. She just dropped to the ground and had never opened her eyes again.

But Nettles had seen her father drunkily stumble out of the burning building. She had glared at him, had felt the anger rising in her belly and felt the urge to shake him until he would tell her that he was sorry. But she hadn't done it. Instead she had run. She had run for her life with the prospect of going somewhere where she could have a better life. She had run through the filthy lanes and alleys, had left behind the fairs and carriages, the stray dogs and rats until she had found herself by the port.

Nettles had hoped to find a ship that would take her away, anywhere but this dirty hole of a city but of course the gods hadn't granted her this wish. Her only chance had been a carriage that moved westwards and the old lady had agreed to take her with her for an exchange. She had wanted the necklace around her neck that she had gotten from her mother a few years ago. Nettles had never known where her mother, who had never possessed more than a few coins in her pockets, had gotten it from but she had agreed to give it to the woman.

And so her journey had begun and Nettles had traveled throughout the continent. She had slept in the most filthy and disgusting places one could think of, had to feed on berries that she didn't know were poisonous, had stolen and defrauded and left all of her diginity, if there ever was something like that inside of her, behind in the burning building she had once called home.

And then when she was 14 her journey had led her to Westeros. She had heared the tales of the dragons and their riders that ruled the seven kingdoms across the narrow sea. Sometimes Nettles would sneak into the septs in which septons and septas from the other continent preached and prayed for the seven. They talked about the Targaryens so brave and glorious that the gods had created them as an image of themselves. They were said to be tall with arms so strong they could tear a man apart and eyes that flashed purple and skin so white and pale that one could mistake it for snow.

Nettles hadn't known what snow was but she had felt in awe. She had learned about the dragons and how the queen Rhaenyra tried to make the world a better place with her army of blacks and in the end Nettles had decided she wanted to see this place on the other side of the world and so she had crossed the narrow sea by ship and then her path had led her to the queen herself.

That was the girl's story and she had never told it with many details. She had told Daemon parts of it but never her sins and crimes during her journey through Essos. She thought that he might dislike it.

She was anxious enough when she thought about her flaws and lack of manners. Her father had never taught her anything and Nettles didn't know how to properly address a lord, let alone a prince, how to eat or drink or wash herself and so Daemon had started teaching her all of this. He had shown her how to hold her arms while eating, that she wasn't to talk while her mouth was chewing, how to hold a cup of wine and how to wash her hair so it was all shiny and clean afterwards.

Daemon had generously gifted her with clothes befit for a dragonrider and helped her with shrubbing her back so her skin was always free from mud after a day outside the walls of Harrenhal. She had learned things from him that she had been supposed to learn from her father and Nettles couldn't help but feel great admiration and respect for the rogue prince. He had taken a big role in her life and filled a hole that hadn't been filled by someone ever before and that she hadn't even realized existed. And Nettles felt incredibly relieved. There finally was someone who she trusted and whom she felt safe with. Someone who guided her way and protected her as her father had never done.

But Daemon wasn't just a fatherly role to her. It had been the sixth night after their arrival in Harrenhal when Nettles had laid with the prince for the first time. She hadn't been a maid, although she knew the value of innocence for high-born lords and ladies. But the girl had always had it hard and she hadn't been able to protect that one last treasure she owned that laid between her legs.

Nettles had given her maidenhead away when she had found herself by the dock and stared at the endless sea that separated her from Westeros. A sailor that had been about to break sails with his crew and headed to King's Landing and whom she had asked to take her with him had agreed under the condition that he and his two closest friends could each lay with her for a night. Nettles had been confused and frowned but agreed. She had hated it but the thought of the new lands that waited for her brought her through the three nights and in the fourth night the sailor had kept his promise and took Nettles to her destination.

So Daemon hadn't been the one to take her maidenhead despite her young age. But he didn't seem to care a lot that Nettles had been touched before.

That night the prince and her had sat by the fire and he told her about his ancestors, Maegor the cruel and Aenys and all of the others. Nettles had listened to him carefully and then she had asked him if he ever wished he didn't know what his ancestors had done. Because the girl didn't and she had wondered if she would like to know. Daemon had frowned and told her that he was glad he knew so he couldn't repeat their mistakes.

And then a little later Nettles had found herself with his lips on hers and his hands on her waist. Daemon was a lot older than her, so much so that he could be her father but Nettle s didn't care. He was kind to her and she felt drawn to him as he always took such care of her and looked out for her safety and well–being as no man had ever done. And he was still attractive with his muscular chest and strong body. And most importantly had Daemon been gentle and kind with her, different to the sailors at the bay of a city she couldn't remember the name of.

While their hands had teared off her clothes, Daemon's hands had slowly removed one layer after the other.

While they had pressed her face down to the hard and dirty ground, Daemon had carefully laid her on her back and had towered over her, his eyes soft and warm.

He had kissed her skin as though she was something delicate and had told her how pretty she was. He had caressed her hair and shoved his fingers inside of her to prepare her for his cock. And he had dived between her legs with his head, something that had terrified Nettles at first but once his tongue had made her feel the most magical things in the world she hadn't doubted his actions another second.

And then he had claimed her, deep and slow thrusts that had made her tremble underneath him. Nettles had clung to his shirt in an attempt to keep him close to her but Daemon had lowered his mouth to her ear and had told her that he wouldn't leave her. Ever. And that had made the girl squirm in happiness and she had grown bolder and moved her hips to meet his thrusts.

In the end she had fallen apart underneath him with his thumb pressed to this one nub between her legs that she hadn't known to exist but Daemon had showed it to her. It had made her feel odd that the prince seemingly knew her body better than herself but first and foremost Nettles had felt pleasure she had never felt before. And he had collapsed on top of her and let out little grunts and growls that had made her curiously look up to him.

And then many nights like this had followed with her yearning for the things he had been able to make her feel. Daemon had taught her also how to pleasure him with her mouth wrapped around his cock. He had let her sit on his face while his tongue danced on her pearl and through her slit. And he had taken her on all fours, an angle that made her knees wobbly.

Sometimes, especially when they had just started laying together, Nettles wondered if she had done a great sin by bedding the king consort. Had she betrayed her queen Rhaenyra? After all she did all of this because of her, because Nettles believed that Rhaenyra would make this world a better place for women like her. But Daemon had assured that it was fine. He had said that after all those years the queen and him had grown apart. They had done their duty to the realm, had produced heirs and remained a strong couple in the eyes of the smallfolk but behind the curtains they didn't feel a passionate love for each other anymore.

Daemon had told her that he had once loved her and still loved her as his queen and ruler but now both of them found their pleasure in other things and then he had caressed her messy hair and had told her that she was one of the things he found pleasure in. Nettles had blushed, dropped her gaze and believed that he was truthful with her. Because he had always been.

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And now there was Nettles, her hands folded in her lap and she wished Daemon would make haste and call her into his chambers. It had gotten late and if they were to spend some time alone in his room he would have to hurry up.

More time passed and then the girl chose to come to him herself. Perhaps he had forgotten the time or fallen asleep and if the latter would turn out to be true she could join him in his bed and find some sleep herself closely pressed to his body.

So she walked through the corridor and walked the few steps it took until she found herself in front of his door. She knocked gently but loud enough for the person inside to hear, just as he had taught her.

"Come.", she heard his voice and Nettles opened the door. The room was dimmed though he had a candle on his nightstand. Daemon himself laid on his bed in a beige coloured tunic and had his head lowered over a big and heavy-looking book. It took a moment until Daemon lifted his gaze and his previously concentrated eyes softened at the sight of the girl Nettles.

"What are you doing here, love?", he asked softly and her insides fluttered.

"I was wondering how long it will take for you to finish your reading.", she said and took another step in his direction.

The prince grinned and rested his head against the headboard. Then he patted on the bed next to him and the girl took it as a sign to walk over to him. Once Nettles had sat down he turned to her.

"Are you eager, sweet girl? Do you need me to take care of you?"

Daemon had a special affection for the young dragon rider. In some way she reminded him of Rhaenyra, or better the Rhaenyra he had fallen in love with many years ago. The young, innocent girl that had looked at him with admiration. He hadn't lied to Nettles when he had told her about the distance that had grown between him and his queen and Daemon truthfully found himself drawn to the girl that seemed curious and eager to learn from him while his wife had become stiff and cold after all those years of fighting for her crown.

Daemon couldn't even remember the last time he had laid with Rhaenyra but Nettles on the other hand was filled with youth, excitement and innocence. She wanted to learn about the world, listened to Daemon with wide eyes and yearned for his touch and soft voice. There was passion when he bedded Nettles, as well as a softness and lightness that he simply couldn't find with his queen anymore. The girl was delicate, fresh as a breeze after a long and heavy summer and of youthful beauty. Just like Rhaenyra was back when she had merely been a woman.

That had been who he had fallen in love with and now in some way Daemon felt as though these memories came back when he was with the young dragonrider. He felt the same way about Nettles as he had felt about his young niece. Protective and caring. Rhaenyra had adored and idolized him and so did Nettles now and her admiration for him as well as her innocence pleased him like nothing else in the world at that moment. Daemon was even almost entirely sure that Rhaenyra herself had taken a lover in her bed, none other than the white worm Mysaria. And he didn't mind either, his queen should do as she pleased while he did as he pleased.

Daemon now ran his hand over her back but returned his eyes to the book in front of him.

"Give me a few minutes, alright love?", he said softly and Nettles looked at him with big eyes.

"Please.", she whispered and his eyes shot to her again, wondering why her voice sounded so weak and thin. Daemon sighed and decided that he probably wouldn't be able to read another page tonight so he put the book on his nightstand and gave his full attention to the girl.

"What is it, sweetling, mhm?", he asked while putting a strand of her dark hair behind her ear and caressing her cheek. "Do you need me?"

Nettles nodded and lowered her head in an attempt to press herself closer to Daemon's rough hand that were marked by years of fighting and yet felt so soft on her skin at the moment.

"Please.", she whined and the prince's lips was drawn to a smile. He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss on her lips. It was just very brief and soft but it made Nettles eager for more.

"Please.", she breathed again. "Want to feel you."

Daemon chuckled quietly and then conncected his right hand with the side of her face so he held the girl's face in both his hands.

"It's alright, love. I'll take good care of you. Don't worry."

His words made Nettles feel the familiar heat between her legs and she pressed them together in order to get some friction which didn't go unnoticed by Daemon. He knew that the girl was flushed and lustful and he wanted to give her what she needed so he took hold of her hips and heaved her light body through the air and laid her on her back.

The prince crawled on top of her and placed his knees between her legs. He pressed her with enough weight into the bed so he could stop her from shifting so relentlessly but not too much so she would feel uncomfortable. Nettles liked it though when she could feel his body so close to hers. It made her feel safe and as if he would never leave or disappoint her. She had this insatiable and deeply rooted need for love, affection, safety and caring as she had never received anything like this from her parents and it was exactly what Daemon gave her. Fundamentally, they were both just two broken people that found in each other what they needed.

Daemon now hovered over the girl as his mouth was connected to hers and his lips gently devoured her. His arms were rested on either sides of her face and Nettles lifted her hips every now and then, an attempt to get some friction as her core burned with desire.

"Please.", her weak voice pleaded though she was not sure what exactly she needed Daemon to do.

"Yes, little girl. I'll give you what you need. Just relax, can you do that for me?" And Nettles knew that she could. She wanted him to be happy with her, praise her and look at her with these warm eyes. She wanted the Daemon that she knew only she got.

Nettles sometimes observed him when Simon Strong hasted to him because there was an urgent matter and she saw the way that he squeezed his eyes. Then the girl smiled to herself because when he made love to her his eyes were fully open and she could see the white in them. They weren't pressed together with suspicion or fury, no, they were soft and gentle.

Now Daemon gently held the side of her neck while she desperately kissed up to him, wanting more and trying to get some relief. And the rogue prince gave it to her, he devoured her lips and then Nettles felt his hands on the lacing of her shirt. He slowly undressed her removing one layer by one until her upper body was bare. She could see his gaze wandering down to watch her breasts and bit on her lower lip.

The first few times that she had laid with him Nettles had sometimes felt nervous and anxious when Daemon looked at her like that. She had felt so exposed and vulnerable but he had always made sure to let her know that there wasn't need to worry and that he thought that she was so pretty and by now Nettles only felt desired and safe with his eyes on her naked skin.

She watched Daemon's face as he softly reached down to take her nipple between his fingers and the young girl slightly parted her lips.

"You don't know how pretty you look like this.", Daemon said, no better grunted with his husky voice. That was exactly the kind of praise that Nettles wanted and needed so she smiled shyly and held on to his shoulders.

Daemon played with her nipples and traced the swell of her breasts as she felt her breath going faster with each minute passing. He was so soft and patient with her, savouring every moment and every inch of her soft brown skin. It made Nettles feel as though she was special, as if her body was meant to be praised. This feeling along with Daemon's touch on her skin got her all flushed and soon her cheeks were burning hot.

Until now he had had his lips on hers but soon they wandered down. He pressed kisses to her neck, some very delicate and some more eager so Nettles might have a little bruise or two in the morrow but never so much that it hurt. Because she hated pain and the rogue prince knew that. She hated it when someone was rough with her, when someone grabbed her arm too forcefully or took a step towards her so fastly that she stumbled backwards. Once the other dragon rider, Ulf, had shoved her out of the way when he had been drunk and Nettles had been scared though she knew that of course he wouldn't hurt her.

But it had been like that ever since she had left her home and Daemon was attentive and didn't do anything that gave her discomfort. And so his mouth remained soft and careful as he nibbled at the girl's skin and then his journey led him further south and his eyes were on the same level as her chest.

First he took her dark perky nipples in his mouth and sucked and toyed with them. They were already hardened and Nettles left out little sighs while his mouth was occupied with her left nipple and his hand took care of the other.

"You're mine little gir.", Daemon whispered close to Nettle's ear which sent shivers down her spine. "Mine to take care of and protect. Just let go and I'll make you feel good."

And then Daemon switched with his mouth to her other nipple to give it the same treatment. Her nipples were all sore and sensitive when the rogue prince was done and he wandered down on her body and Nettles knew what would happen now.

She simply loved when Daemon dived between her legs and his tongue and mouth were so skillfull, she felt as though he knew exactly where to press and push to turn her into a mess. And he seemingly enjoyed it as well.

Daemon always made sure to extensively prepare Nettles for his thick cock. He spent so much time caressing and devouring her skin, touching and kissing every inch of her skin until she pressed her legs together and her core was burning for him. And then most of the times he either used his hands or his mouth on her cunt in order to make sure the girl was all wet and warmed up for him. He made her release so she was slick with arousal and Daemon could take her without any resistance or uncomfortability. There had been times when he was so eager that he couldn't wait for her to come but he had still made sure that Nettles was soaked and could take his cock. That was what the young dragon rider loved so much about him, he made her feel like he payed attention to her and genuinely and without conditions wanted her to feel good.

Now Daemon's mouth drew nearer to her cunt and he softly kissed the girl's inner thighs until he couldn't wait anymore and connected his tongue with her pearl. Nettles whimpered and bit her lip as she watched his head.

"So sweet and pretty.", he growled, licking his lips that were wet from her arousal. And then the rogue prince started to devour her cunt. Always soft and gentle and yet eager in his touch. Sighs and quiet moans left Nettles' mouth and she helplessly held on to the bed sheets.

"Daemon.", she whined with big eyes which made him look up to you.

"Breathe for me, sweet love. Just feel my mouth on you and take it."

Nettles gasped for air and squeezed her eyes as Daemon held back the hood that covered her pearl to directly draw patterns over the nub. She pleaded, repeating his name over and over again and felt herself getting more whiny with each of his flicks on her pearl.

"I love watching you fall apart under me, little one. You're so good for me, my girl. Behaving so well, just like you always do."

His praising only enhanced the pleasure Nettles was experiencing and she shyly held on to his head.

"Please Daemon. Please I-I need you."

"I know, love. Let me take control. I'll give you what you need."

His tongue was determined to make her come in his mouth so he increased his pace and let it flick the girl's little pearl while he shoved two of his fingers inside her cunt so she would be more spread for him later when he fucked her. She inhaled loudly and her mouth formed an 'O'.

"Mhmm my sweet girl.", Daemon growled against her aching pearl. "Your juices are as sweet as nectar. I love taking my time with you. Always so delicate and responsive."

And then his tongue continued its dance and soon the knot in her lower belly tightened. "I-I think I'm gonna – ", Nettles started but couldn't finish the sentence because then she felt the tension fill her body and she shrieked out.

"Yes, little one. That's it." His deep words filled her senses and all the girl could perceive was him, whose praise felt like warm honey dripping down her limbs. He was happy with her, he cared about her and she could trust him with everything from her mind to her body. Pleasure watched over Nettles and she enjoyed every second of it with her head thrown back and her back arched until it had faded away and she remained a panting mess.

Daemon had licked her through it with his tongue ever connected to her pearl but now that she had released he stopped and his mouth left her cunt after he had cleaned her. He didn't want to overstimulate her and give her discomfort so he crawled up to lay on top of the weak girl. When she opened her eyes into his face on the same level as her Nettles whined in an attempt to make him do something. She had just reached her high and yet she wanted him, no matter in what way. She just needed him close so Daemon cupped her face.

"You want more, sweetling.", he growled and it didn't sound like a question so she just watched him with big eyes and reached out with her hand to cling to him. In response Daemon took her hand and enclosed it with his'.

"You want me to fuck your sweet cunt, love?", he whispered and kissed her forehead.

But when Daemon pressed himself against her center her small hands met with where his center pressed against her and she felt the bulge underneath.

"Please. I w-want to taste you.", the girl begged with a whiny and weak voice and Daemon watched the small girl who was already exhausted and needy, not sure whether she could take it. Of course he loved feeling her mouth around him but he wasn't certain if it was such a good idea to fuck her mouth when she was so powerless and submissive. Seeing her like this might do things to his brain and what if he ended up hurting her? What if it would be too much for her and she couldn't take it? Nettles sensed his indecision and pouted up to him.

"Please. Please let me have it, Daemon."

And the rogue prince observed her face and then lifted his eyebrows.

"Only if you're certain, little one. You're feeling a little whiny for me today, mhm?"

His hand gently grabbed her chin and he ran his thumb over her lower lip. "You want me to make the ache go away, don't you? Want me to take care of my favourite little girl."

And she nodded but her eyes remained on the bulge in his pants. "Please.", she breathed and Daemon exhaled.

"Fine. But you'll tell me if you don't like something, yes?"

Nettles nodded eagerly and the prince smiled. Then he sat down with his back against the headboard while the girl crawled to crouch between his legs. Her eyes looked so big and innocent and Daemon ran his thumb over the area under her eyes.

"I love seeing you like this, my sweet dragon." Nettles' smile widened and Daemon slowly opened his pants to free his cock. It stood hard against his abdomen and he hissed when the cool air hit it.

She looked up to him to ask for his permission and once he nodded the girl lowered her head on his member and wrapped her mouth around it. The rogue prince threw his head back and sighed out.

"Seven hells.", he growled and his hand reached out to grab a fistful of her brown hair. Not to hurt her or force her down on his length but to sooth and gently guide her.

"You're doing so good for me, little one. You please me so well. Just like this, yes."

His words made Nettles' body feel filled with fire and lust and at the same time she blushed and wished she could hear these words in her head over and over again.

Nettles knew what Daemon liked by now and skillfully let her tongue dance around his tip while letting his cock slide down her throat again and again. She wanted to take as much as she could and tested her own boundaries. The girls simply wanted to impress him so she went deeper and gagged around him which made Daemon carefully grab her cheeks and make her stop.

"Shhh, sweet girl. Stop. Don't take too much, I don't want to hurt you."

But Nettles whined and made an attempt to lick his length again but he was determined and held her a few inches away from his cock.

"Nettles.", he spoke and her big eyes looked up to him. "I want you to slow down. Don't make yourself gag. I enjoy it just as much when you don't let my entire length down your throat."

The girl nodded but her eyes filled with tears. Daemon quickly leaned down to kiss her gently.

"Shhh, love. It's alright. You're doing so well for me, just don't push yourself too far. I want you to feel good and not gag or choke."

She nodded again and this time looked happier so Daemon didn't stop her when she let his member enter her mouth again. Nettles obeyed him and actually didn't go so deep this time and soon he panted and moaned from the pleasure he was receiving.

"Fuck. Yes, that's right." His eyes were connected with hers all the time because the girl knew how much he liked it when she looked at him while sucking his cock. Daemon caressed her hair and his lips were drawn to a loving smile.

"That's my good girl. So fucking beautiful.", he panted. "Your mouth feels perfect around my cock, little one, like it was made for me."

Nettles twirled her tongue in a way that she knew Daemon liked and he hissed out in response so she did it again.

"Ohhh gods be good. So perfect, sweet girl. The way you give yourself to me. Makes me so proud of you."

She pressed her thighs together and noticed how he got closer to releasing. She was eager to get him to shoot his seed into her throat but Daemon stopped her by holding her head and gently lifting her off his member. Nettles whinced in disapprovement and licked her lip.

"I want to fill you with my load, sweetling.", he whispered. "Wanna save it for your belly."

That made Nettles brighten up and she let him take her by her waist and gently lay her on her back. The prince hovered over her and rested himself on his elbows next to her shoulders. He leaned down to kiss her swollen lips and she pleadingly watched him.

"Please.", Nettles breathed, feeling so empty and yearning for this feeling when he stretched her cunt. Not particulary because it stimulated her very well (Nettles coulnd't reach her high from it alone) but she just loved it when she felt him so close to her. Nothing compared to when he filled her and was pressed so tightly to her heated body.

"Yes, pretty girl. Don't worry. I'll fill you up and stretch your little cunt. Until you'll fall apart."

She couldn't think straight at this point because she was consumed by him and so was he consumed by her.

"I need you Daemon.", Nettles breathed as she felt him guide his cock to her folds. He let the tip circle her pearl and then pushed inside her dripping hole. There wasn't any resistance and yet he gave the girl a moment to adjust. Both of them exhaled loudly and Nettles widened her eyes at the overwhelming feeling.

"Daemon.", she breathed while he soothingly caressed her prickling skin.

"You're taking me so well, love. Such a good girl, Nettles."

Hearing him say her name gave her goosebumps and she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Sweat gathered on both their foreheads and Daemon could only lovingly look down to his young lover. She looked delicate, soft and sweet and he felt a possessiveness over her which made him want to protect and own her. She was so pure and innocent and yet passionate and fiery like a real dragon rider. The blood of the dragon simmered in her veins and Daemon could feel that.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips while her hands clung to his shoulders that were bare now as well. Her nails dug into his skin but the prince didn't care. She arched her back in an attempt to get closer to him which was literally impossible but Nettles felt dizzy and drunk with love and desire and her mind was blank. The girl melted underneath him and gasped at each of his deep thrusts.

At some point Nettles felt tears welling in her eyes. Not because she was in pain or felt uncomfortable. Nettles couldn't exactly explain why it happened sometimes but it probably were just these overwhelming and strong emotions that she felt that made her cry. A lot of the time it happened when she felt especially needy and little, as she did today.

The first time it had happened Daemon had slowed down his movements in her cunt when he noticed the crystal clear tears on her skin and had worriedly watched her. "What is it, love? Am I hurting you?", he had asked and Nettles had quickly shook her head and wiped away the teardrops. "N-No. Please go on. I'm fine, I don't know why it happened but I'm fine.", Nettles had assured him but Daemon still hadn't started moving again. "Are you certain, girl?", he had asked again. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable and make you cry." "I don't. I'm comfortable, I don't know why I started crying. It's alright, Daemon. Please. Please take me, I need it.", she then had whined and so he had continued pushing into her cunt.

Since that day Nettles had started crying a few more times while he had bedded her but those times Daemon had just kissed away her tears and had been even more loving and caring towards her. But Nettles hadn't lied to him. Daemon really never hurt her. Perhaps it was just because she sometimes got very needy and emotional when she was getting fucked. Either way, they were both used to it by now so Daemon now just removed her tears with his thumb.

"You're doing so well, my love. Just let go. Don't hold back, I'm right here.", he whispered against her ear with his husky voice. "I'll take care of you, little one."

Then his hand gently pressed again Nettle's lower belly.

"Do you feel me here? Feel me deep inside you perfect tight cunt?"

The girl whimpered while more tears gathered up in the corner of her eyes and she let them fall.

"It's-It's so good, Daemon.", Nettles sniffled weakly and wrapped her arms around his head. His hot breath sent shivers all over her body as his hips snapped into hers over and over again. Each time he hit that spot deep inside of her and she was pushed into the bed. He was still gentle though and Nettles would describe his movements best with 'sensual' and 'intense'. She struggled for breath and Daemon kissed the traces of her tears as well as the new ones coating her cheeks.

"Breathe for me, Nettles. Just breathe and take it. I know that you're my good girl and you're pleasing me so well, darling."

In the meantime Daemon's right hand wandered down between their bodies and when his hand started to rub her little nub Nettles thought that it was too much. All of her senses were stimulated so perfectly with his body snuggled against her, his mouth on her jaw and lips and neck, his cock buried in her so wonderfully and now his hand on her pearl. And then additionally there was his scent that filled her mind and everything felt even more amarous. He smelled of sandalwood and leather and Nettles felt as though there was also the hint of cinnamon. It was her favourite scent in the world.

Daemon's hand on her pearl was relentless and he drove her closer to her high. He brushed over the nub, enclosed it with his fingers and knew exactly what made her squirm. Her legs trembled, sweat was dripping down her face and her words were a incomprehensible mess.

"I want you to come for me, sweet girl.", he purred to her cheek while tasting the saltiness that could either come from her sweat or her tears. "I want you to coat my cock with your juices. Milk me. And then I'll fill this tight cunt of yours to the brim with my seed. Would you like that, pretty girl?"

Nettles nodded and her eyes fluttered. "Please, Daemon. Please I need you, make me yours."

The prince laughed at this and his left hand softly soothed her neck.

"You're already mine, Nettles. And you will be forever. I'll protect you and look out for you and I'll take care of your needs and fill you up when you desire it." His hand circled her pearl. "Come for me, love. You can do it."

And with these words Nettles cried out in ecastasy and her noises were reflected by the tall walls.

"Arghh.", she pressed and arched on her back. Daemon came as well, he squinted his eyes, his seed shot deep inside her cunt and he grunted out as the pleasure hit him. "Oh gods, fuck."

And then everything was silent again and only their deep and fastened pants filled the room. Daemon had collapsed and still laid on top of her but Nettles didn't mind. His face was buried in the crouch of her neck and only after a few minutes did he lift his head to stradle her cheek.

"Good girl.", he whispered croakily and she wrapped her arms around his back.

"Want to be with you.", Nettles mumbled and Daemon smirked. "I'm right here."

"Please let me sleep here.", she said, almost sounding as though she was sulking.

"Of course, sweet love. You know I never send you in your chambers afterwards."

But Nettles glared at him. "You did once."

The prince exhaled and put the messy strands of hair out of her face. "I did it once because I was very tired and hadn't slept well the night before."

The girl didn't know what to answer and so just nibbled at her finger. But soon Daemon already crawled off her which she immediately commented with a disapproving whine.

"I need to get you cleaned, little girl.", Daemon claimed but held her hand tightly in his', knowing very well how whiny Nettles could sometimes be after the act and today seemed to be especially bad.

She nodded with tired eyes, lifted herself from the bed and Daemon walked her over to a chair and guided her to sit down. The girl knew what was coming so she spread her legs while the prince went to grab a wet washcloth. Then he knelt in front of her and used the towel to clean her inner thighs and her cunt which made Nettles twitch from the oversimulation. He ran his hand over her thigh to calm her and after he was done Daemon put away the washcloth and lifted the girl up to carry her back to the bed.

He could sense her state of mind and made sure to be very caring and soft with her so Daemon layed her down on her back and rested right next to her. He pulled Nettles to him and put kisses on her hair while she pressed herself to his chest.

"You did so well, sweet girl.", he whispered and caressed her bare back. "You can rest now, I'll stay right here and keep you safe, love."

The girl slightly tilted her head so she could look in his eyes.

"Promise?", she whispered and Daemon smiled at her.

"Yes. I won't leave you."

Nettles gulped loudly and crouched against his lying figure. "And you'll protect me..."

He held her head closely to his chest and soothed her thick brown hair. "I'll protect you from everyone who wants to harm you, Nettles. You're safe when you're with me, I promise you that."

He felt her head nod against him and looked down to the little creature pressed against him with love in his eyes. She seemed to be content with his words because he saw that she had closed her eyes and her breathing was steadier and so Daemon held her and caressed her head and back way after she had fallen asleep.

[lingulaca]

Pre-canon Jonsa is just like. Jon and Sansa being into each other prior to the events of the books. It’s not appealing to me one because they are just too young for me to be invested. Even at the current point in the books I have trouble caring that much about ships within that age bracket because they’re teenagers. But I also find that almost all pre canon Jonsa is just Jon having a crush on Sansa while she doesn’t see him that way and he’s angsty because she’s his ideal woman and he thinks he doesn’t deserve her and I just find that trope very tired and boring.

Anyway I’m curious what puts you off of Jon/Dany! I see why other people don’t like it and tbh I also only like it in certain scenarios. Most depictions are kind of boring and it just sucked in the show. The actors had no chemistry and didn’t sell it. I need them to like. Fake their deaths and escape the trappings of the chosen one narrative and escape together in order to enjoy it. Like you said, we all have our ideal versions of ships (:

Also very big on Sansa/Sam and Sansa/Pod if you have thoughts on those

ah okay, i figured pre canon jonsa was that i just didn't know for sure. thanks for explaining. yeah it seems nice but like you said they'd be too young for me to really care about that or content of it. when i was younger ik for sure pre canon jonsa would've been my jam tho as long as all that angst shit isn't involved. i hate reading angst of any kind, but angst in the way you described would be even worse for me to read because it's unrequited love, something i avoid like the plague in all media, but also they're cousins and that would be so awkward because if sansa rejects jon they're gonna have to see each other all the time cuz they're related😭 ! if not that, they're still eternally tied to each other which, i'm realizing in real time that that's my main reason for shipping jonsa. that eternal tie. hm. honestly not that surprising given that that's like kinda what floats my boat about the whole incest thing.

ok so, jonerys. i'll start with two little disclaimers

i have nothing against the shippers, they didn't do anything to influence my dislike of the ship and i barely have an opinion on them

what i'm about to say might give the impression that i don't like jon very much; i promise that's not the case. i love jon, he's my fictional bestie me & him r like this 🤞🏾

daenerys will be queen (as in i feel like that'll happen canonically and that's also a part of my ideal au) and jon kinda sorta needs to stay in the north so he can do winter stuff, how is he gonna be her king consort? that aside, jon never ever gave king consort vibes. that's part of what made me dislike jonsa.

additionally, i'm usually a multishipper yk? like, i can ship daemon with nettles but also rhaenyra. i can ship jace with baela, fanon!aegon, luke, and cregan. i can ship rhaenys and visenya singularly but also them with aegon. i can ship lancel and daenerys (crackship) but also most of these characters with... myself i guess? if that counts? and i can usually ignore logic and canon when it comes to ships because fuck canon and fuck logic. you get the point. jonsa is one of the few ships where i cannot ship either of them with anyone else. ideally, they wouldn't even have romantic tension with anyone else. like, who else belongs with sansa other than jon? who else belongs with jon other than sansa? no one i can think of. this isn't to say that i hate other ships featuring jon or sansa, they just don't click in my mind romantically. in the sense of a "platonic soulmates" type thing, sansa x sam is one that i'm warming up to surprisingly. it's just cute, that's my whole reason for suddenly liking it after all this time. sansa x pod is one i never really hear about but i'm open to it. nothing really drives me away from it, so why not?

i appreciate your ask <3

[horizon-verizon]

Daemon made and brought Nettles gifts such as “an ivory-handled hairbrush, a silvered looking glass, a cloak of rich brown velvet bordered in satin, a pair of riding boots of leather soft as butter.”

This behavior from Daemon towards Nettles resembles the way he behaved towards Rhaenyra when he supposedly tried to seduce her/taught her the arts of seduction (depending on which tale you believe) early on in Fire & Blood, when King Viserys was still alive.

“Daemon spent long hours in her company, enthralling her with tales of his journeys and battles. He gave her pearls and silks and books and a jade tiara said once to have belonged to the Empress of Leng, read poems to her, dined with her. […] Uncle and niece began to fly “together almost daily, racing Syrax against Caraxes to Dragonstone and back.”

If Nettles was his bastard daughter, or if he cared about her as such and nothing else, he could have sent word to Rhaenyra about it. He could have gone to her himself, since his life was not in danger. Rhaenyra had been clear that Dameon wasn’t supposed to be harmed. If his relationship with Nettles was just platonic or even just sexual, he could have sent her away, realizing that his adventures (or what was perceived as an affair) with the dragonseed had gone too far, and returned to his Queen’s side, to rule beside her and fight her traitors. Daemon could have even killed Nettles himself if their relationship was simply transactional in the sense he wanted someone to sleep with while on his mission, and that would reinforce that even if he strayed away in their marriage, Rhaenyra was still his queen and the one he was loyal to. None of that would be out of character for him.

Instead, he allowed Nettles to escape alive and unharmed, in a scene that is written to convey how hard it was for them to be parting from each other and that they weren’t doing that willingly:

“How the prince and his bastard girl spent their last night beneath Lord Mooton’s roof is not recorded, but as dawn broke they appeared together in the yard*, and Prince Daemon helped Nettles saddle Sheepstealer one last time. […] Maester Norren records, “her cheeks were stained with tears.” No word of farewell was spoken between man and maid, but as Sheepstealer beat his leathery brown wings and climbed into the dawn sky, Caraxes raised his head and gave a scream that shattered every window in Jonquil’s Tower.” 

Daemon’s actions after Nettles is gone is to fly towards Harrenhal to face Aemond and Vhagar by himself. It’s a suicide mission: he has no desire of surviving and coming back to Rhaenyra.

This ask is in response to this recent reblog.

Thanks for being the next person who did not read the posts I already made against each and every argument you brought up. One of them is a master post darklinaforever compiled, and I reblogged it HERE. If you like, you can click the ones I already gave in that reblog (the first one) I wrote to that person. That's not my issue or responsibility.

But I have others regarding how Gyldayn, Eustace, and some people who look at Daemon and Nettles Maidenpool interactions, Daemon's feelings towards Rhaenyra, and his feelings towards Laena all both have to do with this argument for why I don't think Daemon x Nettles are and ever will be a thing:

POST#1

POST#2

POST#3 (Gyldayn on Nettles)

POST #4 (Lord Mooton, the execution letter, gifts, and bathing)

POST #5 (Laena & Daemon)

POST #6 (or just click HERE for me tracking Daemon's premeeting with Aemond, the actual meeting before they battle, and the aftermath/legacy)

BONUS: hamliet goes over why Mysaria Could have wanted Nettles dead HERE.

[chrkrose]

I hope this is ok to ask, but what do you think of Daemon and Nettles storyline? I know you ship them, but what about how Martin writes it or the story he wants to tell/thinks he's telling? I'm not really a fan, much less so because by the time I got to that chapter I was already fed up with Martin. He's pretty much using F&B to talk about his favorites characters and while if you can't play in your own sandbox then where can you play, it makes it a little difficult to take very seriously

I wouldn’t say I ship “ship” them because it’s kinda hard to ship something when you have basically just the Wikipedia summary of what their relationship looked like. I think I ship the potential of the couple to a degree lol. And because I love cliche romantic tropes.

With that said, I’ve always been very cool about my ships in the sense that I know when I’m the one reading into it more than the story is giving me anything x the story wants me to see it in a romantic light. And I think George couldn’t be more obvious about how he wanted their story to be perceived as romance.

It’s not very hard to spot when George is going to the romantic angle of something, because his couples follow similar tropes, same as how it’s easy to spot his favorite characters because they all share similar traits. Nettles and Daemon in particular play very much into those things: Nettles is the underdog, who comes from nothing and is shunned by society, only to be proven that they are actually exceptional and special (with his more developed characters, Brienne and Tyrion come to mind, although Tyrion also falls into the next category) and Daemon is the character who commits tons of atrocities but has also certain aspects of his personality that are actually good and therefore the reader has complex feelings about him (Jaime and Theon are a good example of that in the main saga).

It’s only natural that he would pair these two together, especially if he can play with ideas such as the two coming from opposite backgrounds or clashing when it comes to their beliefs or even how they defy societal expectations when it comes to those characters getting romantically entangled. He loves to add any of those tropes to his couples (Dunk & Rohanne; Duncan & Jenny; Alys & Aemond; Jaime & Brienne. The last two in particular, it’s very very clear that Daemon and Nettles are the Dance version of Jaime and Brienne, to the point that even some of Daemon & Nettles plot beats echo those of Jaime & Brienne).

I think both Nettles and Daemon had different purposes in the story, each one having a different arc with a different goal in mind, and their relationship can be read in three different perspectives: what it means to Nettles arc, what it means to Daemon’s arc and what it means to them as a couple and love story. I can go into more depth about this if you want, let me know lol.

Ultimately, like I said before, people (sometimes willingly so they can fit into their own headcanons/agendas) misinterpret their relationship because they either want to close their eyes to the reality of it (“they are father/daughter” when it’s not because the book canonically makes it impossible and cmon, never mind all the obvious romantic imagery of their scenes and goodbye) or because they want to push a problematic angle that wasn’t really George’s goal (“daemon is grooming another little girl because is he’s a pedo” cmon George has a serious problem with ages in general to begin with, to the point I’m pretty sure he never saw a child/young teen in real life. Almost all of his romantic couples have a problematic age gap, which is why I can “overlook” this when it comes to Daemon and Nettles because it’s clear it’s not important in their case. Finally, because he goes out of his way to show that even though nettles is “young”, she is “older” than the girls he used to sleep with, and that with her it is “different”. I said in another post, he never wrote their relationship as a commentary about Daemon’s pedo tendencies, but in spite of it).

I think the story he’s trying to tell, to simplify, is of two awesome characters (subjectively lol. Nettles is awesome. Daemon is up for debate) he likes quite a bit finding romance and having an impactful story because since he likes those two characters quite a bit, and he’s the one writing the story, he can give them all the cool tropes and ideas just because. Which I get. I love Brienne so she’s always the most special one and the queen of everything whenever I write a fic. I can’t say I blame him for it.

And feel free to send me asks, I love answering it!

[bohemian-nights]

Do you think nettles is a virgin? I know in the books they say since she’s homeless and penniless that she might have lost it to get sheep or something, but I feel like daemon took her virginity.

Yes, I do. When it comes to Nettles it’s clear that the maesters had a racial(as well as class) bias against her. Her sexuality was just another way to “other” her in comparison to highborn Valyrian, Andal, and First Men women of Westeros.

She’s a wanton brown-skinned girl who is the daughter of a “dockside whore.” She doesn’t mind trading sex for goods. It means nothing to her.

I think it’s safe to say you have to take what maesters, say about her in certain areas with a handful of salt because they and pretty much every character who she interacts with in the story views her as beneath them.

I kinda liken it to how people view Black girls as faster than white girls who are viewed as pure, chaste, and innocent even in cases where the opposite is true. (There are studies that show that little girls as young as five are perceived in this manner🙃).

This is why when people try to mock Nettles for “shifting her skirts” for sheep yet claim that a certain character is as innocent as apple pie I get pissed the hell off. Their racism is yet again showing😊

There are plenty of other ways she could have gotten those sheep. I mean for one she probably stole them since she has a known track record of doing that to feed herself. Or some kindly shepherd might’ve given her one or two since Sheepstealer was going to take them anyway 🤷🏽‍♀️

You also have to keep in mind that Nettles likely chose to live on the streets rather than follow in her mother’s footsteps. Not demonizing those forced to partake in sex work, but Nettles clearly wasn’t built for it and would rather try her luck not knowing when or how she’d get her next meal than the aforementioned. Paying for sheep with her body is one of the last things she would do.

I can’t imagine that Nettles would willingly sleep with someone she did not at least have very strong feelings for. She’d worry too much about getting pregnant and bringing a bastard into the world to do so. So unless there was some other guy who she loved before Daemon, he was her first 🤷🏽‍♀️

[tessarionbestgirl]

What will happen to Daemon’s story since Nettles is gone?

Well, different than everyone else, I think will happen but will happen in different way, Nettles is cut out, but similar to Young Griffin, they are giving parts of her arc to different characters.

First they making Mysaria and Rhaenyra a romantic relationship,therefore, it gives Mysaria motivation for feeding Rhaenyra's paranoia regarding Daemon, making more about jealousy and attempts to end this relationship than her grasping for power. So this part is happening.

So I think they can go with two options, first she could feed Rhaenyra's paranoia by implying that Daemon is having something with Baela or Rhaena. And again I think is possible and I do believe Daemon will come back showing more support for his daughters. But there is problems with that because Rhaena and Baela, don't have Nettles anti-war message, they are to much of supports of Rhaenyra to make that plot work.

It need to be someone that is a outsider to Rheanyra become really paranoid about it and even send people to kill her. It needs be someone that that make Daemon question his own acts about war and that is not Rhaena and Baela because they are so pro-war characters and supporters of Rhaenyra for that.

And the only character that fits this is Alys, until now. And I just connected this possibility last episode. But the changes they made with her character kind makes her fits in this place and how their dinamic plays out also fits too, because they do look closer and closer, and that as well was a big change if they did that change is for some reason.

We saw how they set up Rhaena claiming a dragon last season. And I don't think they would spend so much time with Alys and Daemon if they aren't cooking something more.

And if the leaks are real about Heleana and Aemond this just add even more but making they constantly parallels between Daemon and Aemond. And narrative foils.

So it adds to much up for me this last option. But I don't know. Is just my theory, I could be wrong.

[meanqueens]

The way Daemyra fans talk about Nettles is so repugnant (and racist), they act so personally threatened when Daemon is in proximity to any female character other than Rhaenyra is so fucking weird. Daemon is not real he’s not gonna marry you. They did this with Laena too they were so happy to see her (and her daughters) sidelined and her importance reduced so that their “grand romance” can finally come together like guys aren’t subtle at all. Maybe they should aged up Nettles and make her Daemon’s lover, TV!Daemon sucks as a character anyway & TV!Daemyra is insanely bland and boring.

thank you for your ask!!

team green/team anything that weakens the targ dynasty, i’d like to propose that we officially adopt nettles like we did aemond. she deserves the love, especially when we get to the dragonseeds plotline in the showverse.

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, dæmon has proven to be too repugnant of a person to ever treat a partner as his absolute equal. nyra is not going to magically make all of the abhorrent things he has done to other women disappear, and to expect her to “change” him is unfair to her as a character, as well as a dismissal of his grooming of her and what he has done to the other women he’s been in relationships with. in my opinion, dæmyra in all its forms is a certain level of toxic.

[chillyravenart]

Since your opinions are gold, I was wondering about your take on Daemon's relationships with the different women in his life. I always got the impression that he marries Laena out of love. Rhaenyra was for ambition, lust and I think fondness as well. Lady Misery would be like his booty call/partner-in-crime, and finally Nettle would be like a sort of fondness/protege/mentor thing. But I was curious on what your thoughts were because your opinions are always so cool and fun to read!

Ahh loool I'm so flattered you think so😂😂😂 I think you have the right of it btw, Daemon's relationships with his lady loves were all varied and very exciting to me, because that's just the kind of fictional scoundrel I give my heart and soul to. My opinions on Daemon and his lady loves seem to change a little based on how much I'm thirsting for him at the time. I think he's such a complex and roguish character, there is not exact or correct interpretation of what his relationships were like, paired with the testimony we get from the short stories/Fire & Blood etc. I feel like talking about someone so controversial and spicy is always bound to get people worked up, but since you asked MY OPINION, I shall briefly give it.

I think Daemon loved power first and foremost. His main mistress was ambition (& Dark Sister😂). I think his fondness for the women in his life stemmed from what he could gain from them, but it doesn't mean he didn't love them. Anyone who is expecting or holding Daemon as a paragon of husbandly virtue is wasting their time. Daemon is just such an eclectic, grey character, he's deadly and charming and a total w*t dream to me. And I've come to realise that romance aside, Daemon did things his way because thats who he is.

I think he loved Mysaria because she shared his cunning and ambition, like you said, she was his partner-in-crime. But then he also loved her enough to get her pregnant and present her with a dragon's egg (which Viserys had to confiscate lmaooo). He also maintained a working and romantic relationship with her until much later on, and it arguably soured with the whole incident with Rhaenyra and Nettles ("a queen's words, a whore's work").

I think the accounts may be somewhat correct in insinuating that Daemon married Laena to further his position in court: but I also think that being exiled with her and having his true born twins with her also cemented their relationship. I've always firmly believed that Laena grounded and matured Daemon, because he seemed to change as a man at that point as did his motives. Laena wasn't any shrinking wallflower, she was the beautiful, spirited daughter of two absolute badasses, Corlys and Rhaenys. So none of that UWU PoOr LaEnA bullshit please, the woman defied her family to elope with Daemon and tried to mount her dragon VHAGAR when she was dying ok, give her some credit. (I have a sneaking suspicion Laena may have had something to do with Daemon killing off her betrothed at the time too but that's just my own crack-theory lol). I also think Laena may have been one of his true loves, being a strong personality and the mother of his children had to have had a part to play.

Moving onto Rhaenyra, I think Daemon initially wanted to win her affections as she was heir to the throne and he had his own designs for power at the time. As the accounts tell us, he lavished her with gifts and tales, & the more sordid accounts mention him giving her a sexual education too. At this stage King Viserys had children with Alicent and Daemon's succession became more and more unlikely, even moreso when Rhaenyra had her own children an Viserys already acknowledged Jacaerys as Rhaenyra's successor. Rhaenyra was Daemon's niece after all, they had spent time together both in KL and Dragonstone with each other (alongside their spouses ahem potential ménage à trois ahem) so it stands to reason they grew closer after Laena's death when Rhaenyra "comforted him in his grief". Daemon must have realised at this point that being Prince Consort was the closest he'd get to the Iron Throne, so he married her and had his much awaited sons with her too. Then the Dance began and Daemon exercised his power by fighting for Rhaenyra's claim with vengeance and blood. And that fact that he CROWNED HER??? That was very sexy of him.

You know what else was very sexy of him??? "Lucerys shall be avenged" just gives me goosebumps ALL THE TIME 😂🥵 I have mentioned my thoughts on Daemon x Rhaenyra my OTP, my loves, my favourite beguiling pairing EVER here if you want to have a look. I think Daemon used every power available to him to fight for Rhaenyra, he was loyal to her cause and died for her too. Him sleeping around doesn't bother me lmao, if you're looking for morality in Daemon "City Boy" Targaryen, you need your heads checked 😂

I also think Daemon's relationship with Nettles was also very complex. There are instances when its described as romantic and instances where its described as paternal. At this stage the Dance had wreaked a lot of havoc and Rhaenyra's hold in KL was also growing timorous. Dragons were dying, Targaryens were dying, people were dying. Rhaenyra had suffered loss, betrayal, death - she was fractured and paranoid and rightfully so. Maybe Daemon was growing soft in his "old age" and connected with the fearless Nettles because she reminded him of himself, and his roguish youth. I think there is more to their relationship judging by how he defied Rhaenyra to let her escape and his (& Caraxes) reactions to Nettles departure. Nettles herself had tears streaming down her face. I know there are theories that he may have been her father and they're definitely not far-fetched so make of that what you will. Daemon decided to take Aemond/Vhagar down as his swan song and he did 🔥❤

I just love Daemon as a character SO much, he's equal parts hero and equal parts villain and I think his complexity allows for a greater understanding and interpretation of his motives and romantic relationships. I've always found his various trysts and relationships so interesting and he genuinely made The Dance super sexy for me too. I'll keep my incredibly thirsty thoughts to myself though lmaooo. Hope this answered your question and thank you so much for thinking my opinions are anything but a rambling hot mess😂❤

[darklinaforever]

I found a Nettle x Daemon shipper

They hated Daemyra because of the age gap as if Nettles wasn't 32 years younger than Daemon

They were saying that Nettles x Daemon was okay because Nettles was older than Rhaenyra was when Nyra got with Daemon which... Isn't truth?

As far as I'm aware Rhaenyra was in her 20s when she married Daemon and Nettles wasn't even 18 when she escaped

And even if we take the rumours of Daemon sleeping with Rhaenyra when she was 16 she was still the same age as Nettles was when she first appeared

In fact, Rhaenyra was 13 / 14 years old when there were sex rumors about her and Daemon, but that's honestly to be taken with a grain of salt. One version comes from Mushroom, a notorious pervert who includes himself in the Daemyra duo, and on the other, we have Eustace, a pro Greens, and at this stage, well before Daemon's return, the Greens were already reporting rumors about Rhaenyra's sexuality. So the idea that something sexual happened between Daemon and Rhaenyra when she was 13/14 should be taken with a pinch of salt. The only thing we can be sure of is that Daemon courted Rhaenyra for 6 months (I remind you that Rhaenyra was always accompanied by her ladies in waiting, except when she and Daemon flew on the backs of dragons) and then he asked his hand, following Viserys' anger. This is literally the only certainty we have on the Daemyra affair when Daemon returned from the war.

As for Daemon and Nettles' story, officially we have no proof that anything romantic or sexual happened between them.

And sorry, but the relationship with Nettles, if true, seems much more problematic than Daemyra, whose only thing that can disturb is the incest and age difference factor, although these two points are easily explained by the context of the universe if GRRM (not to mention that officially, Daemon married Rhaenyra when she was an adult like you said), and that apart from that, the relationship seems purely loving, and the two seem broadly equal, although Rhaenyra has the superior position as future queen and then queen, over Daemon.

But, why it's seem worse with Nettles ?

Daemon has a behavior towards Nettles that can be compared to a mentor / father figure. He certainly gives her gifts, but unlike Rhaenyra, all of them seem to have a practical use (so it doesn't look like gifts intended to seduce), not to mention that Daemon also taught Nettles a number of things (and don't come talking to me about the baths again, I have already covered the subject several times, as well as @horizon-verizon).

So, beyond the age difference, much worse between Nettles and Daemon, if these two had a romantic or sexual relationship... well it's very weird in terms of power dynamic.

A street girl, of 16 / 17 years, basically taken in by a prince of 49 / 50, who seems to act like a mentor / father figure to her and would eventually establish a romantic and sexual relationship with her... ?

Once again, it seems much more weird and problematic than Daemyra, who are certainly from the same family, but are Targaryens on whom incest has no genetic consequences but who on top of that, don't really seem to being around a lot during Rhaenyra's childhood. Certainly, Daemon gave her gifts and paid special attention to her when he returned from his travels, but people seem to forget that Daemon generally spent his time traveling or working for Viserys, spending little time at court in his moments there, and before that, he spent years stuck in the Val. Then he was exiled for 7 years, only returning when Rhaenyra was 13 / 14 years old, ready to be courted.

But the stans of Daemon and Nettles' so-called relationship are simply hypocritical.

They say the worst things about Daemyra just on the surface, when when you think about it for two seconds, their arguments are stupid, and even more so to justify preferring the unproven relationship with Nettles. Objectively, if there was a relationship, well the one with Nettles is much more problematic. And no, that Daemyra is incest is not enough to say that the relationship is worse, we have to stop the bullshit.

Also, I take this opportunity to point it out, people really seem to forget that Daemon is 49 / 50 years old at that time. He is literally quite old in the text which clearly places him in the last phase of his life. It seems to me that there is something about the way he walks because of old age in the text precisely. And I say that, because the fanarts I come across always have this tendency not to show how old Daemon is compared to Nettles. On the contrary, he looks like a young man. 😂

So, recap: Nettles is 16 / 17 years old. Daemon 49 / 50 years old. He seems to have a mentoring role towards her, which can also be associated as paternal, classic when we talk about a mentor, because he offers practical things to Nettles and teaches her things. Which implies a disordered power dynamic where Daemon has a considerable advantage (unlike with Rhaenyra). Sorry, but to me, if this relationship is romantic, it's very, very weird and worrying...

In addition, the age difference between Nettles and Daemon seems to be part of the limits of GRRM which, in my memory, did not create a romantic couple with this type of age difference, and indeed, generally duos with such a big age difference are never romanticized in the text, at least from what I remember.

And since Daemon is a gray / anti-hero character, I highly doubt he will get into this kind of questionable stuff.

Regardless, I will never understand Daemon and Nettles shippers.

Just like the delusion of saying you're racist if you don't ship her with Daemon.

I really like the character of Nettles, but I don't want her with Daemon. It's two different things.

And unlike some Nettles fans, no, I absolutely don't think that a romance with Daemon is essential to her character and that without it, it loses all its meaning. That's not the case, because the only thing that really matters about whether or not they might have an affair is that Rhaenyra believes it, nothing more.

Nettles, as a character, is not dependent on a romance with Daemon at all. Which I find quite reductive by the way.

Anyway, complaining about the Daemyra age difference, but not batting an eye when it's Nettles instead of Rhaenyra, is just hypocritical.