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The Dragon Heir | part 6.

Summary: What happens when King Viserys' only current heir is a choice between his twin daughters? The realm will not accept a woman but you have no care for what the realm thinks it won't accept.

Warnings: it's the game of thrones realm, and obviously incest comes with the Targaryen package but it still deserves a second warning

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x black!reader, Daemon Targaryen x targaryen!reader

Word Count: 5.0k

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Rhaenyra and Helaena stood side by side as they walked down the aisle. They walked past Daemon and bowed to the weirwood tree before splitting — Rhaenyra on Daemon’s side and Helaena on the side that you would be on when you reached the aisle. Each of your family members did the same.

Jacerys walked with Aegon, Lucerys with Aemond, Corlys and Rhaenys, Alicent and Laenor who was holding baby Joffrey. Baela and Rhaena were last. They held little pouches, each containing petals of red roses to represent the color of the Targaryen House. They spread it all along the aisle before going up to the weirwood tree, bowing, and splitting apart.

Viserys patted your arm and the two of you started to walk. Every step you took closer became more nerve wracking. Your heart threatened to come up through your throat. You were used to all eyes on you but this felt different.

Halfway down the grass and flower petal aisle, you tried to ground yourself and focus. You focused on the back of Daemon. He was in a gold slightly darker than your dress to match you. His hair looked the same from the back. He was missing his sword. It was held by one of the Kingsguard nearby. You finally reached the end.

Both you and Daemon, who still hadn’t looked at each other, approached the weirwood tree and bowed to it, finishing the part of the ceremony meant to honor the North and their Old Gods. The Septon started the ceremony. You were asked to turn around so you could be brought under the protection of your husband’s House. Daemon took the Targaryen cloak that had been in his arms the entire time and draped it around you. He faced the Septon again so that you could as well.

You both held your hands up, preparing to join them. Daemon’s hand was underneath yours when the two of you touched. He squeezed your hand in reassurance. The Septon wrapped a ribbon around your held hands. You two would repeat the vows under the Faith of the Seven and complete the honoring of the rest of the Realm.

“We stand here in the sight of the gods and men to witness the union of husband and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”

“I am hers and she is mine. From this day until the end of my days,” Daemon said while you said the same thing with a slight word change.

“I am his and he is mine. From this day until the end of my days.”

The Septon removed the tied ribbon from around your hands, finishing the ceremony with Valyrian vows spoken in plain tongue for everyone else.

“Blood of two joined as one, ghostly flame and song of shadows, two hearts as embers forged in fourteen fires. A future promised in glass. The stars stand witness of the vow spoken through time of darkness and light.”

You and Daemon reached for the two shards of dragonglass on the small table, facing each other for the first time in the ceremony. Daemon gently held your ear as he ran the dragonglass shard along it. His fingers dipped themselves in the little bit of blood that formed. On your forehead, he wrote in blood the Valyrian symbol for fire. You took your shard of dragonglass and made a small cut on his ear, writing the Valyrian symbol for blood on his forehead.

“We are joined as the House of fire and blood,” you both said in High Valyrian.

(��los Lentrot hen Perzys ��nogār mazumbi gieri.)

The dragonglass was returned to the small table in front of them. You reached for the plain silver goblet that held water. Taking a large sip, you swallowed down the liquid before holding the cup in between you and Daemon. He took the cup from you, following suit by taking a large sip and holding the cup in between the two of you. The goblet was returned to the small table.

Daemon held your hands, “With this kiss, I seal our vows.”

He could feel your hands trembling in his. The large wedding had made you nervous enough. Kissing in front of everyone when you had never kissed a person before brought back all the nerves you managed to suppress during the vows. Silently, you cursed yourself for keeping so true to your virtue and making sure no rumors spread about you that you hadn’t even kissed before. You realized you should have hid in a corridor and tried kissing a servant boy at least once.

Daemon squeezed your hands twice. You were taken off guard when he suddenly held your face. His hands covered your cheeks and your mouth, shielding you away from the entire audience. While the people of King’s Landing hollered and hooted for what they thought was making out, Daemon simply pecked your lips.

With that, the ceremony was over. You held hands with your new husband as you walked back down the aisle. The ceremony had been nice but the people really only wanted thing, to party. The outer yard was for the people that weren’t actually invited. Stalls were set up with food and drinks.

There was music and performers. It was important you and Daemon — mainly you — make the rounds and see the masses who might never get a chance to see you again. All of the children came out with you. You stopped when you saw Aemond standing by the door instead of going with the others.

“What’s the matter?” You came closer when he wouldn’t answer. “Aemond, we’ll all be having fun out there.”

“I don’t want to have fun,” he said while looking at the ground.

You sighed. “Are you still upset with me?”

“No. It just isn’t fair. Everyone has something but me. You get the throne, Jacaerys gets Driftmark, Aegon and Lucerys get to do whatever they want. They all have dragons.”

You crouched down in front of him. “I knew it. Aemond…”

“Vhagar was mine.”

(Vhagar ñuhon issa.)

“Do you understand why I made my decision?” You stayed quiet until he shook his head. “Their mother just died. How do you think it would feel to lose another part of their family? You didn’t say you wanted Vhagar. If you had, you and Rhaena could have properly competed for the claim. Instead, you took it.”

“I’m sorry.”

(Usōven.)

“No, you do not need to be sorry to me. You are just a curious child. We don’t always think properly at your age. Besides, why would you want a smelly old dragon? Vhagar is almost the age of Balerion the Dread, she will pass soon. You wouldn’t get very long with her.”

You had tried to get him to smile with that thought of being spared an old dragon but he wasn’t happy.

“Then it feels like I lost an eye for nothing, Lucerys just took it.”

“But it wasn’t for nothing, sweet boy.”

Aemond’s head snapped up. “Yes it was. That was my only chance at a dragon.”

“I heard you haven’t been going to the dragon pits. I have been hoping you’d go down there.”

“I don’t want another pig.”

“Oh, I am sorry, Aemond. I know that was mean of your brother and cousins. But I am not them. You know I wouldn’t tease you cruelly, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he mumbled.

“Is a dragon that important to you?”

“I’m a Targaryen,” he whispered.

“Okay. Vhagar laid eggs, four of them. I think they’re about to hatch. Before the feast, one of the Kingsguard will escort you to my room. You are welcome to take one from my fire. Who knows, if you take care of it properly then it might grow even bigger than Vhagar some day.”

“I can have one?”

“Whichever one you want. Now can we enjoy the celebration?”

Aemond let you lead him down the small steps and into the outer yard before running to have fun. People grabbed skewers of meat to eat and enjoyed the wine, going wide-eyed when they saw you in front of them. Your cheeks would hurt from smiling if you kept seeing kids attempt to bow to you. You shook hands with ladies while Daemon patted children on the head.

You both turned at the sound of drums. Some men, part of the hired performing troupe, were detaching the bottom part of ribbons on a large pole. Daemon found your face in the crowd, watching how you laughed and smiled at seeing the maypole in the center of the outer yard.

The two of you made your way over to the maypole. It was clear which ribbons you were supposed to stand at. They were ribbons of all colors. Black, shades of red, shades of green, white, shades of gray, shades of blue, yellow, shades of brown, purple, pale pink, orange. Colors to represent every single house in the realm.

There were seven more ribbons that were specifically striped with red and black. Targaryen ribbons for Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, Jace, Luke, Baela, and Rhaena. But there were only two gold ribbons. One for you and one for Daemon. The two ribbons were on opposite sides of the pole, directly in front of each other.

People gathered around to take a ribbon, one man and one woman to represent each color or house. You found yourself sandwiched between a man who took one of the gray ribbons that meant House Stark and a woman who took an orange ribbon that represented House Martell. The drums were no longer the only instrument playing now that all the ribbons had a person assigned to them. The reed pipes and fiddles were the first to join in the music making.

All of the guests looked to you and Daemon. You looked at him, he tilted his head to the right and you agreed. Rhaena and Aemond were to go first. Every ribbon was across from another ribbon of the same color. Aemond and Rhaena traded places, skipping across the circle. The skipping of different people continued until only you and Daemon were left.

The two of you skipped halfway across the circle, stopping when you were right next to each other. You both stepped towards each other. Daemon held up his hand which you hit with your own. He gave an exaggerated bow, you did the same with your curtsey, before you both continued across the circle as you were supposed to.

Everyone turned to face their left. You all moved in a circle until the maypole was almost clear of ribbons wrapped around it. The circle split into two smaller ones on either side of the pole. The ribbons all wrapped around each other until they were a single rope. You all began to spin in the other direction, undoing the ribbon rope and returning to your original spot. The circle split again. The men formed a small circle closer to the maypole. The women moved to form a larger circle around them. The men turned to face the left while the women faced the right.

Each person made eye contact with the person next to them in the other circle. Your first partner was the Stark man who had originally stood next to. You both nodded to each other before leaping to switch spots, moving slightly forward as you jumped. Your new partner was a man holding a ribbon with the green color of House Hightower. Once again you both nodded before leaping to switch spots.

The music slowly sped up and so did the leaps as you all finished braiding the maypoles. You made faces at the children every time you were partnered with them. You stopped next to Daemon, not enough ribbon length for the dance to continue. Everyone let go of their ribbons and faced the person they stopped next to, clapping for the end of the dance.

You and Daemon gave your goodbyes to the people before ushering the children inside for the feast. The crowds outside didn’t stop partying even though the bride and groom were no longer with them. You assumed they wouldn’t go home until the end of the feast. The Kingsguard announced you and Daemon before you actually entered the banquet hall.

All the invited guests stood up and clapped. Despite being hungry, you had another dance. It was just you and Daemon at first. Both of you were light on your feet as you moved. Whenever you were dancing apart, you had smiles on your face. The minute the two of you were next to each other, you made quips under your breath to try and get the other one to laugh.

Both of your missions failed. Neither one of you had disrupted the dance by the time Viserys and Alicent joined you on the floor. Rhaenyra and Laenor were next followed by Baela with Jace and Rhaena with Lucerys. Then Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaeys. The floor was full of others dancing and soon the first song finished.

You gladly made your way to the table at the front of the room. Your father laughed when you practically inhaled your first cup of wine. You couldn’t help it, the dancing both outside and inside had worn you out. Viserys let you eat a bit of what was on your plate before standing up to make a speech. You honestly didn’t hear a word he said, too focused on what you were going to eat next. Your eyes lit up when you saw you returned from the bathroom just in time for the cake. You handed plates to all of the children.

Aemond approached. You kept the plate slightly out of his reach. “Did you find one you wanted?”

“Yes, it already had a crack in it. I think the dragon will be here before next week.”

“You put it back on the fire, correct?”

Aemond nodded.

You handed him the slice of cake. “Good. Go eat and have fun.”

Daemon and you were ready to retire. Well, you were mainly ready to get the most awkward part of the wedding over with. Of course, being the heir, there was no bedding ceremony. But everyone knew you were going to your chambers even without it. You said goodnight to your family first before having to say goodbye to every guest, thanking them for coming to the celebration. The Kingsguard led you out of the banquet hall.

“Your chamber might be more comfortable,” Daemon said when you two were almost there. “I’ll be there in a moment, I want to see the kids to bed.”

“Go,” you said gently.

Half of the Kingsguard went with him. The other half stuck with you until you reached your chamber. You took off your crown and set it on the table. You stood awkwardly in the center of your own room and just waited. The Kingsguard who had been holding Daemon’s sword all night gave it back to the man when he returned. He closed the large door before leaning his sword against the wall.

You smoothed out your dress. “Okay, let us get this over with. Let’s consummate.”

Daemon, who was still facing the wall after putting down his sword, chuckled. “Well do not sound too excited. Take off your shoes.”

He set his own boots by his sword and tucked his socks into them before walking over to where you were sitting on the lounging chair. He kneeled down, taking your own shoes and socks and pushing them underneath the chair. All your jewelry was slowly taken off.

You just stared at him, not very sure of what to do. Daemon took both your hands in his. His lips pressed light kisses to your knuckles. He stood up a little to place kisses on both of your cheeks and then your forehead. You held onto one of his hands before he could pull away completely.

“Wait.”

Daemon said nothing. He ran a thumb over your hand, trying to help soothe you. Aside from his thumb, he didn’t move. He didn’t speak either. You were trying to catch your breath a bit as the thought of the rest of the night finally hit you. Daemon watched your face. You nodded ever so slightly.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

His lips slotted between yours. His hands moved to the sides of your face, lifting you away from the lounging chair. He took your hands and placed them on his chest, urging you to undo the buttons of his coat. It didn’t take much to get his top off of him. Daemon was pleasant to look at half-naked.

Giving a nervous smile, you looked up at him. You gasped a little as he turned you around with a less than gentle touch. His fingers made quick work of the line of buttons down the back of your dress.

You were suddenly self conscious as your dress pooled at your ankles along with the underskirts. You could hear a faint rustling as Daemon took off his pants. His arms wrapped around you, making you aware of touching just his skin. You jumped slightly when his lips made contact with your neck. One of his hands went up to your breasts, the other traveling downwards. You started to moan, actually letting the sounds escape you this time. The hand on your breasts stopped for a moment. Daemon moved your own hand to touch him.

“Back and forth… Kiss me.”

Your head turned to the side so you could kiss him again. Your other hand covered his as it started moving faster. Daemon watched your face for a moment before kissing you again to swallow a moan. He pulled his hand away, maintaining eye contact as he brought his fingers to his lips. You swallowed as he sank to his knees in front of you. You stumbled over your clothes a bit as Daemon pulled you close to him until you were flush against his mouth.

Naturally, your hands found his hair. He gripped your butt in attempts to give himself more leverage. Pulling on his hair just spurred him on. He laughed against you before continuing his mission. Your knees buckled until the only thing holding you up was Daemon. He gripped your waist a little tighter as he stood up, squeezing it twice. Your new husband looked on in a bit of surprise when you started to go down. He stepped away from you.

“The bed.”

Daemon laid down first. You sat between his legs, a bit of your confidence gone and a lot of confusion creeping in. As you started to lay on your stomach and go down, you realized you’d have to figure a bit of it out on your own. You couldn’t exactly do what Daemon did with his tongue when there was nothing to stick your tongue in. He was enjoying whatever you did, moaning loud enough you wouldn’t be surprised if they could hear it outside. Your hand rested on his stomach, Daemon choosing to grab and hold it.

“Laelara, slow down, please. Just a touch, thank you.” He moaned a bit louder. “Stop, come here.”

You moved up the bed. Before you could ask him if something was wrong, Daemon flipped the two of you over. His arms trapped you in between him and the bed. Slowly, he guided himself into you. You reached up to hold his biceps. Daemon slowed down a bit more.

“Relax, try to relax. Breathe.”

You took in long and slow breaths. A silent gasp left your mouth when his hips finally met yours. He waited a moment before going. For the first time that night, he wasn’t focused on your face. Daemon was preoccupied with watching himself disappear inside you with every other movement. Steadily, he sped up to what was enjoyable for him. He sank down onto his elbows to go back to kissing your neck.

His motions became larger and more powerful. Daemon captured your lips with his just as you felt warmth flood you for a moment. He stayed where he was. It felt interesting as he calmed down while still inside you. Slowly, he moved away. Lifting your legs until your knees were bent towards the ceiling, Daemon sat back on his legs.

He stared, looking at where he had been only moments ago. You whined a bit when his thumb touched you. Daemon swiped through a small bit of white that threatened to leave you. He pushed it back in, moving back and forth a few times. He moved his hand up your body until his thumb rested on your bottom lip. You could have sworn his eyes got a bit darker as you took his thumb into your mouth, not letting go until it was clean.

You watched Daemon get off the bed. Stones in a bucket had been on the fire since you two returned to your room. Daemon took them and dropped them in the tub of water the servants had prepared. He picked up your clothes and set them down on the lounging chair.

His own clothes were folded and tucked under his arm, save the pants he put back on. You got in the tub when he beckoned you over after checking the water. He took the silver pitcher off your small table and poured water into the matching silver cup. Daemon drank some of it while walking back towards you. He stood at the side of the tub, extending the cup for you to take.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” he asked.

“Please stay,” you said as you handed him the cup back.

“Alright, let me bring in something for sleep.” Daemon walked to the small table to put the cup back. He moved to your door, opening it just enough to stick his head out of it. “The Princess would like more of the cake from the banquet and a bit of fruit if there is any left.”

You laughed as he closed the door. He walked past you, moving the painting he told you about earlier and disappearing. You didn’t move, choosing to just look at the painting until he returned.

You finally got out of the tub to find your own nightgown. Daemon simply watched you rifle through your options as he entered the water himself. You were still a bit hot so you ended up taking the nightgown made of linen. Daemon watched you flutter around naked until there was a knock on the door. Quickly, you threw on your nightgown and a simple robe so you could answer the door. Your husband finished cleaning and got out of the water, changing into a long and white sleep dress.

You were happy to see more cake. Both of you decided to not risk food in the bed and rested on the lounging chair. You held the plate while Daemon fixed your hair.

“Do you want to stay here?” he asked. “In King’s Landing?”

“Why?”

“I was thinking it would be better for us to join your sister and Ser Laenor on Dragonstone until you are crowned, the way it used to be done. There would be more people who support you there as well. I feel you’d be safer.”

You turned to look at your husband. “Moving to Dragonstone might be nice. But I want to wait a bit. At least for Father to see his grandchild born here before we go.”

“Alright.” Daemon took the last bit of cake. “Do you want to move to the bed?”

The two of you got comfortable, each on your own side of the bed, and let sleep take over you. In the morning, you woke up with an arm thrown around Daemon. He smiled when he felt your hand accidentally touch his face. Kissing your fingers, he turned over.

Daemon lifted himself up, pushing you back down onto the bed. His hands pushed up your linen sleeping gown. You smiled as you watched him take off his own clothes. You understood all those years ago why Rhaenyra had been so excited to tell you all about her first time with Ser Criston. Daemon pushed himself into you. You reached for his arms.

“I want to try being on top.”

Stilling inside you, Daemon helped you sit up. “You want to be on top? Work for it.”

He stopped moving. Your husband chuckled when you scowled at his refusal to lay down completely. You moved your head when he attempted to give you a kiss. You tried to push on his shoulders but it didn’t work. Daemon’s mouth dropped open when you started to roll your hips. You kissed his jaw, moving each of his hands from your waist and onto the bed.

He finally laid all the way back, hands finding your waist once again. You rested your hands on his chest and enjoyed yourself. Daemon finished first. He was content to watch you, groping your butt, until you shuddered around him. He rubbed your back as you just laid on top of him for a moment. You weren’t exactly ready to start your day but knocking on your door made that decision for you. Daemon went to his chamber before you opened the door.

You cleaned yourself and got dressed. Telling your father that you’d be leaving for Dragonstone wasn’t the easiest. The heir was supposed to live there once named but after years of you staying at the Keep, both you and Viserys just got used to it.

Choosing to put it off for a few more hours, you entered Daemon’s chamber. He paid you no mind as he finished getting ready himself. You rested in a chair he had near his desk. His room was interesting. It was more plain than you expected. Daemon went to find clothes.

“I’m taking you dragon-riding today.”

Your eyes went wide. “Today?”

“You didn’t think you’d be without a dragon after giving Vhagar to Rhaena, did you?”

“Honestly? I planned on keeping my feet firmly touching ground.”

“That isn’t allowed for a Dragon,” Daemon said as he put on a shirt.

“Why isn’t it?”

“Because it isn’t everyday you meet someone who survives dragonfire. The last person to do that was Lord Corlys’ grandfather and that man has been dead longer than you and I have been alive. You are meant to have a dragon.”

“I don’t like the way you all train them.”

“Then train one like you did your horses. But you have to have a dragon.”

“I’m not riding Vhagar. She’s massive.”

“I would never start you out on your own.”

“You’re going to teach me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Before you could answer, there was a knock on the door and the announcement of Aemond. Daemon told them to let the boy in. Practically ignoring his uncle, the boy ran straight to you. There was a small dragon in his hand. Well, a baby dragon. It was significantly bigger than most hatchlings.

“It hatched!”

“Have you named him?” you asked.

“Maemar.”

“That’s a lovely name.”

As quickly as Aemond appeared, he was gone. He only wanted to thank you for the egg and show off his new dragon. You had a sneaking suspicion Maemar would grow to rival Vhagar. You and Daemon left his chamber quickly afterwards to get Rhaena and Baela to eat. The four of you were alone at the table. You were less excited than your children to go dragon-riding. Rhaena was just excited to finally be given Vhagar. She didn’t even care about the process of receiving the dragon.

In theory, you figured Vhagar might always be bonded to you but could be claimed by another if you allowed it. Rhaena eagerly stuck out her hand. You made the smallest cut possible with a small dagger you owned. Holding Rhaena’s hand the entire time, you showed Vhagar the cut. The dragon took in the scent. You rubbed Vhagar’s snout.

“Be good to your rider, she is yours now,” you said. “She’ll take care of you.”

Reluctantly, you left Vhagar to meet Daemon who was checking Caraxes saddle. Your riding gloves had never seen use before and you felt weird putting them on. Your husband helped you onto Caraxes. Unlike Vhagar who was so big as well as old that she needed ropes attached to her saddle in order for riders to climb up, Caraxes’ wings were more than strong enough to handle a rider walking on them.

You sat in front, weary of every moment of it. Daemon strapped you into the saddle. You preferred Caraxes’ saddle over the one on your sister’s dragon. Being strapped in by the waist seemed safer than only being strapped in by the legs.

“You know better than anyone that dragons only have one rider,” you told Daemon as he put on his own riding gloves.

“Yes, but you aren’t riding Caraxes alone. He knows what I want. Right now, I want him to attempt to listen to you.”

“Attempt? Daemon, that doesn’t comfort me.”

“Just go. I’m right here if something goes wrong.”

You took a deep breath. “Caraxes…”

“Don’t sound scared.”

“Caraxes, soves… Oh gods.”

You wanted to close your eyes as you got higher and higher off of the ground. The notion of Daemon behind you didn’t bring nearly as much comfort as it should have. Caraxes listened to what you said, although at times he needed Daemon’s guidance before actually doing anything. You ended the ride fairly quickly.

“You did well,” Daemon said as he helped you unstrap from the saddle. “If we do this everyday, it’ll be like you didn’t skip years of riding lessons.”

You approached the front of Caraxes, petting him. “Thank you for being nice to me.”

True to his word, and much to your chagrin, Daemon had you on Caraxes every single day. You saw clouds more than you saw lands. The only time he let you skip was when you both had to be in the small council meetings. That didn’t mean you got to miss the entire day, only a few precious hours.

(part 7)

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Keep Me in Your Thoughts (37)

I let out a nervous moan before backing up and closing the door, I slowly turn to daemon to see him watching me with a smile. I move my hands in front of me as I pick at the nails, while I make my way towards him. He meet me halfway between the couch and the bed, I chew on my bottom lip as I try to figure how to tell him.

"A bit early for bed, don't you think?" He says moving his hand play with fabric of my skirt.

"I was hoping to get a few hours of sleep before my departure back home," he hum with a small smirk.

"Do you think you can spare half with me, because I really want to continue where we left off in godswood." He move his hand to touch my waist making me flinch and take a step back, daemon hand hang in the air for second before he drop it.

He stare at me unsure as I stood in front of him with my hand griping the skirt of my gown, "Are you mad at me?" He ask finally making me chew on my cheek.

"Of course not, I'm just..." I trail off before looking down at my stomach, I was taken back a bit as I didn't even realize my hand was resting it.

"Your not wearing my ring." He comments making me look back up at him to see him staring at my hand, I move to hug my chest to take his gaze from my stomach.

"I must have forgotten to put it on before I left..." I look glance away from him, " it been a hysteric couple of weeks," he was silent for a moment, before I saw movement making me look as he walk to stand in front of me.

"Yes, i heard. I'm sorry about thoros, I know how much he meant to you," he emphasize, I look down at my bare feet before muttering a thanks as I use my big toe rub the stone floor.

"...and I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me, you know I was–" I look back at him with a smile that faltered as the thought of thoros makes me feel emotional again.

"I know I read the letters. I'm not mad at you, daemon." I spoke, he seem not to believe me as he glance away and look back at you.

Daemon wet his lips before biting his bottom one, "Then, what is troubling you, my belove." I cast my eyes away from him moving my hand to rub at my neck.

Come on, rhaelle. Just tell him, tell him what has been eating at you since the moment you found out.

"Is this about otto?" My eyes snap up at him, "...if it is you don't have to feel bad, that cunt deserve it he shouldn't have been–" I shake my head making him stop.

"No, no, gods no. This isn't about him, I..." I stop myself as I look at daemon, he stare at me with his sweet worried eyes,"...daemon, we need to talk." He furrow his brows at the seriousness tone.

"You do not wish to marry me anymore?" He ask sadly, I shook my head slowly

"Believe me, after what I tell you, we won't have a choice," I mutter making him frown in confusion.

I held out my hand for him, he didn't miss a beat as he put his hand in the palm of my hand. I took hold of his fingers playing with them as I took in a deep breathe and sigh.

"Gods, rhae. What is it your worrying me." He says apprehensive, I look from his fingers to his face. The worry and the fear in his eyes made me choke as I did not wish to see it disappear and turn into anger and resentment.

Oh, may the warrior give me strength.

"Daemon, I'm..." I stop as the fear in my chest squeezed my heart making me let go of him, "I can't do this I thought I can but I can't–" I back away as my hands went to my stomach to clench it.

"Do what. What is it that you want to tell me," he ask looking at me, I shook my head repeatedly telling him 'I can't'.

I want to cry but at the same time I want to scream, gods why must this be so hard just say it, three words, why am I so worried about him hating me. If he ever love me he wouldn't be angry, right, he would be by my side and still love me but what if his not ready to be a father, what if he ask me to drink the moon tea.

"Rhaelle, if you won't tell me what's going on than I'll ask meleah," I finally look as I watch pass me going to the door.

"No, Daemon, wait." I go after him, he turn to me making me stop in my step.

"No! If you won't tell me than I will found out from her," he put his hand on the knob of the door making me plead to him to not do it, "...then tell me or I'm leaving," he stare at me stern as he threat hangs in the air, he scoff turning away making me panic.

"Daemon, don't please," he turn the knob as I groan lowly, making me bite my tongue before shaking my head.

"Daemon, I am with child." I blurted out, I look at his back waiting for him to say something, he didn't move from his spot from the door.

"What." He ask, I was quiet, "What did you say," he ask again turning away facing me.

"I-I said I am pregnant...with your child." I could see his jaw tensed before he move his hand to rub his chin as he walk towards you.

"How long." I look at him confused by his words, "How long have you known about this," I chew on my lip as I twiddle my fingers.

"Not that long. It was meleah who pointed it out, it's the reason I acted the way I did at the celebration." Daemon stood in front of me, he look down at me as he stare at my stomach.

"How far are you," he ask, I made a noise of uncertainty.

"I do not know for sure, maybe three...four months." He hum as he move his hand to graze my stomach making me flinch at his touch, he look at me before looking back down at my stomach and moving his palm against my belly before feeling around the curve.

"Does anyone else know?" He questions making me shake my head no, "...good it will be best not to say anything at the moment, no one needs to know about this..." His hand fell away from my belly making my heart clench, I dip my chin sullen, I knew it I knew he didn't want this child, meleah was wrong and so was I to believe that he would want anything to do with this child. I should have trusted my gut.

My head was tilted up by daemon's fingers under my chin, before I could say anything he press his lips against mines in a heated kiss. His other hand slide up my hips to the back before he grope my backside, I moan lowly at the way his hands ran over my body making me feel hot all over as his touch was like two stones trying to spark a flame in me. My arm swing around his shoulder as my leg hook itself on his waist as I try to mould out bodies together, his lips pull away from my lips moving to suck on my expore neck as he grope my ass.

"...daemon," I pant slightly confuse, "...you are not mad?" I ask unsure, he hum against my neck before pulling away.

"You carrying my child, why would I be mad at such a gracious gift," I look into his eyes as they held the same cloudiness like in godswood but they also held something, "Did you think I was mad?" He ask pulling back at bit, I glance away ashame.

"What you said earlier–"

"I do not wish to share the news of our little gift to the kingdom yet not until we are married," I look at him dumbfounded, "I know what they will say if we did, the cruel words they will call you and our son. I do not wish to be responsible for so many death not when our wedding grows near." I smile at him, not at his bloodlust but at the way he our son.

"You already think it is a boy?" I raise my brow at him making daemon grin as he shrug his left shoulder.

"I know it's a boy," he move his hand to caress my belly, "I can feel it, he will be strong like his father and smart like his mother. He will have so much spirit like my father and humility like his great-grandsire." He gave a small smile as he look at my belly.

"He will be our little...Aemon." he whisper before looking at me, I didn't know what to say, the twinkle in his eyes made me wonder.

"You been thinking about thus," I ask making him give a guilty smile.

"How can I not? The thought of having a child with someone else seem dreadful and I doubt I want anything to do with those irrating creature," I scoff out a laugh as I shake my head, he moves his head so his lips can be close to you ear,"...but with you, the mere thought of you carrying my child...makes me mad." He growl biting my earlobe before trailing his lips down my neck making me shudder when his lips brush against my sweet spot.

"You have no idea how much I dreamt of you pregnant with my children," he whisper kissing along my jaw, I felt my skirt of my gown being lifted up.

"C–Children?" I said back, my head was getting froggy again as the only thought in my head was feeling daemon inside.

"Atleast six, my belove that is how many I want from you..." he move his lips to peck my own before he move back to my sweet spot to suck on it making me moan, "...so will you." He ask making me let out a shaky breathe feeling daemon's finger move between my folds.

"W‐Will I what?" I pant too daze to know he is talking as I cling to his shoulders.

He didn't say anything as he curl his two fingers inside me, I moan into his neck as he pump them in and out slowly. He start backing us to the bed until my back hit the bedpost, his palm brush against my ball of nerves making me squirm and moan in his hold. My hips starts to move along with his fingers making me grasp his right arm, the sloppy sound of wetness coming from under my gown made me throw my head back. I could feel myself getting close as I rub myself against daemon's hand, my legs start to shake as i kept them wide from him, I swallow thickly feeling the tightness in my stomach about to snap.

I gasp when daemon took his fingers from inside making me look at him confuse with a frown, he pull me by my arm before pushing me on the bed. I watch with bated breath as he push my gown up and over his head, i let out a airy moan turning my face up to the ceiling of my bed. I squeeze the covers and the sheets in both hands as daemon squeeze my thighs, as he his face in my wet cunt moving his tongue to twirl around my bud.

"Oh, daemon, right–fuck,yes, yes, yes," My back arch of the bed as my hips move against daemon's face, I cry out my lover's name as I came.

Daemon didn't wavered as he wiggle his face licking my juices from my lips and thighs, i laid limp on the bed in blissful daze, I want more of him, I need him inside of me. He move from under my gown making me turn my head to look at him stand straight, I shakily lift myself up by my elbows to sit up before moving my hands to his belt.

But, daemon was quick to stop me making me look up at him with a small pout, his hands were around my wrist as he move tolay me back down with both of my hands on either side of my head.

"Daemon, I want you..." I purr as he hover over me, "I want you inside me so bad," I wrap my legs around his waist clinging to him as I beg for him to fuck me, but he just stare at me with a small smirk.

"I must go," He whisper making me frown at his words.

"No. Where? I don't want you to go, I want you to stay." He gave me a soft look before leaning down and giving me a kiss on my lips making me lean my head off the bed to kiss him back.

"I must." He mutter against my lips before pulling away," I still need to discuss a matter with my brother." I drop my head down on the bed rolling my eyes.

"It can wait in the morning, my love." I try to convince him, "...stay the night with me, it has been a long time since I felt you body against mine, all I wish is for you to fuck me senseless through the night." Daemon look at me amuse, he bite his lip with a conflicted look as he consider me.

"As tempting as that sounds, my love. I want to get this over and down with so we can go back home and prepare for our wedding," I low growl rumble in my throat before I huff turning my head away from him, my pussy was aching for him literally quaking for him, why didn't he do this before he got you all railed up.

"Oh, my love. Don't be like that." I huff again, as I glared at the pillows, I felt daemon's lips plant kisses along my neck and throat, "...please, don't be mad at me, i promise once I get back ill do that thing you like with my tongue making you come twice as much." I squint my eyes at the though before humming and turning to look at his smug face again.

"Make it five and we have deal." He chuckle before nodding his head.

"Deal." I smile leaning up to meet his lips, he move his hands from my wrist to lower himself down onto me, i wrap my arms around his shoulder keeping him flash against me.

I smile into the kiss as daemon rub himself against me, and feeling his cock against my thigh and his knee between my legs trying to get us both off before he departs.

"Gods, I love you," he mutter.

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ace-avian · 2 years ago

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You know what a missed opportunity was from My Inner Demons? More shenanigans of the daemos having Instagram. Holy shit Jessica had an untapped WELL right there-

Just-

“Princess Ava, why are the humans in this small box calling me ‘daddy’? I am noones father- why are you laughing what does it mean?”

“Prisoner! Why are the humans saying I have a fat ass? Stop laughing!”

“Ava, why is this thing calling me an ‘UwU cinnamon roll-‘ WHY ARE YOU CRYING!?”

#I woke up today and chose crackhead energy #this may not be funny to many people but it’s funny to me #this is my niche #god I miss the daemos #CAN’T YOU JUST IMAGINE RHYS’ COMPLETE BAFFLEMENT-#aphmau #aphblr #my inner demons #aphmau mid

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proudfreakmetarusonikku · 3 years ago

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Tommy is some horrifying eldritch god of some sort. A very powerful God.

Dream is just some dude. Just some dude who has attracted the attention of a eldritch god who is unspeakably horrifying. Dream has no idea the very kind guy who saved him from being hit by a car is barely keeping his human form kept together at the sight of this human.

Reverse obsession. Eldritch fuck obsessed with just some dude in a green hoodie.

There was a great god, feared in many a universe and the scourge for thousands more. Cursed child of the Father of Death and the Mother of a thousand Nightmares, the Prince of Chaos was known to have a form that inspired madness, a voice that drove even the strongest men to suicidal despair or complete infatuated obedience, and the undying protection of even more powerful and terrifying beings.

Right now, the Prince of Chaos was happily licking on his ice cream, walking across the street. Sure, he was on Earth to survey the place and subvert it for his families purpose, but he could at least have some fun while finding out the optimal way to start a cult. It’s not like Earth was even an important planet, anyway. Yeah, maybe the Singer of Eternal Hells would get on his case, but he was a bitch anyway. It’s not like anyone else would mind.

Dream was walking home from George's house when some idiot swerved the wrong way while he crossed the road. His life flashed before his eyes, about to die in perhaps the stupidest way possible, when he was suddenly tackled to the floor. He looked up to see the concerned face of a teenager, and when he got up the car must have swerved to try and avoid them, because it had crashed into a building and was currently on fire. Dream immediately decided to get the hell out of dodge, only to be stopped by the strange but very nice kid.

He introduced himself as Tomathy, and looked very confused as to why Dream laughed at it. He said he didn’t have a home, and he needed someone to take care of him, and seemed very insistent on Dream doing that. Dream was… very confused, to be honest, but he did feel for the homeless and definitely not mentally sound kid, so he let him follow him home and stay at his place.

The Prince had decided he liked this mortal. He’d intended on only getting favours and learning about Earth from him, but he was interesting. He was nice, and he had a nice laugh, and he wore a vivid green that reminded him almost of the colour of the Child-Faced Daemoness, and to be honest he kind of missed her when he was on assignments. Blowing up planets with her was fun.

He’d have to ask Father if he could keep this one. The Two Faced Void had a mortal of his own, a cool horned boy called Tubbo who he visited sometimes (not in true form, of course, even with all the protections he was driven half mad already from being around the Void's true form for so long), and he’s pretty sure the Fallen Angel of Virtues and the Spiral through Time did too, so it’d be so unfair if he didn’t get his own.

Dream introduced him to many interesting things about Earth. The Prince liked their games. They had ones for their primitive technology- Dream had played one called “Mah’Ryo Cahrt” with him, and he didn’t quite understand it but it was fascinating. He liked the green one. Dream had also taken him to a game that seemed to be played with paper and dice- apparently his friends played one called “Manhunt and Monsters” and it seemed a bit like the primitive spellcasts done on weaker planets but ineffective and done entirely for fun. He would have to introduce them to his family. The Singer would love them.

He didn't personally have much of an opinion on George and Sapnap, Dream's friends, apart from briefly wishing them dead so no one could take his mortal from him. They apparently thought he was pretty cool, so he’d spare them. Besides, George's sleepy nature (apparently due to something called Naarcolep'shi) would make him a perfect resource from the Dreaming Scourge of Laughter, and the excitable nature and fondness of fire Sapnap had would endear him to the Spiral and the Fallen Angel, so he supposed he could spare them too.

Now, all that was left was to secure his spoils, let the Fox of Deception get to work with his cults, and blow the horn to summon the Blood God himself to lay the heretics to waste. It was strange that such a simple task would lead to him finding something so interesting, he supposed.

If anyone else wants to send in some more AU ideas it’d be lovely and I will make them heavily involve c!primeboys no matter what and again that’s a challenge.

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ecotone99 · 6 years ago

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Can I share my answer to a writing prompt? I got to the party late and it was buried but I'd still like to hear your thoughts. I don't write very much, but this one just poured out of me. Thanks! [FN]

"D-d-DON'T step any closer!! I s-swear, I-I-I'll shoot! I'll shoot you if you do!"

"What an unsual meal," QolCanth thought to Itself. "They typically run immediately. It has to have been Quite awhile since I've fed, sure, but have the primates Finally grown a (somewhat quavering) spine? I wonder..."

"Can you Hear me?" It thought towards the somewhat large, albeit hairless ape in front of It. The ape had covered itself with some sort of colorful wrappings. Maybe to make up for the hair loss? To protect it from bad weather? Who knows. Apes are stupid. QolCanth stared, hard. "Do you feel Mine thoughts Here, Now?"

A soundless, mindless, telepathically received SCHREECH of Terror was the only reply. That and a sudden widening of the eyes and a quick shuffle backwards.

Qolcanth smiled at this Much more familiar reaction to His Presence and took a moment to look around. The apes had certainly been busy in It's absence. Their caves were much nicer than they used to be. More regular, more colorful, and warmer as well, although Much more fragile than they used to be. "No doubt I could tear this whole place apart with ease," It thought to Itself, as It studied the walls and wooden ceiling.

Finally returning it's many eyed gaze to the shaking ape, now backed into a corner, QolCanth reflected on how he'd found this odd little cave so soon after Waking. After who knows Just. How. Many. YEARS of slumber, eat, feed, quest, grow bored, slumber, eat, feed, quest, etc, etc...it Finally looked as if something Interesting was happening.

Before It had bedded down the last time, the apes were still fairly hairy, they slept in real stone caves or tree hollows, and were as stupid as fish, if fish forgot how to swim. Glancing around again, QolCanth decided that Maaaybe things were different now...

"Th-that's far enough, Daemo! I warned you once! I s-s-Shall not do it again!!" The ape in the corner sqeaked out another nonsensical verbalization, back to the wall, an odd wood and metal tube thing in it's hands, but the Meaning of it's squeaks and mews came through clear enough! It really DID think! And QolCanth could Understand it!

"ApeThing! I Hear you but do not hear you. I ask again. Can you Hear me?! Not a sound passed between them but understanding came into the ApeThing's eyes.

A quiet thought. "y-yes. I Hear you. I Hear you in my head, yet there is silence. My ears are deaf but I Hear your questions. Oh, Merciful God, who art in Heaven, I beg of thee, Deliver me from Evil, for I am thy servant, and Yea, tho I walk through the valley of the shadow of death..."

There was more. Much more, but QolCanth tuned it out. It was clear that the apes were different now. A bit more More. They had Thought, now, at least. Maybe It had accidentally slumbered longer than usual. It wondered if they now tasted different as well. Really, there was only one way to find out.

"ApeThing!! ATTEND!!!" It Bellowed silently, it's mind and eyes entirely focused on the now kneeling creature before it.

Immediately, the silent stream of prayers, requests, and pleading ended, interrupted, and the oddly colored cave became Truely silent once more.

The ape/meal/curiosity looked up at the many eyed horror before him, arms still raised, tube thing in hand, muscles shaking, sweat dripping, eyes no longer closed but open wide and, somehow, now, Hard. Set. As if in spite of it's obvious fear.

"NOT an ape... I am a Man! A Man of God! And I will n-n-Not bow to you, D-daemon!!," QolCanth Heard. There was no verbal sounds, despite the impression of a high pitched squeak there at the end.

Apparently, shoulders set, the creature was beginning to Understand. An unexpected and miraculous thing in and of itself. While still acting defensively, (obviously) it was at least trying to communicate before it was devoured! Now THAT was novel! THAT was worth a pause! It had been an AWFULLY long time since It had been able to Play with It's food.

After beating out It's siblings, enemies, friends, rivals, and all other comers for this plane, this land, this world, it occurred to QolCanth that he hadn't spoken to another Truely Thinking being for... Too long. The stars weren't even the same.

Furthermore, it occurred quite suddenly to QolCanth that Maybe, Juuuust Maybe, It might enjoy some honest and real Company and Conversation after ALL this time!!! An opportunity for much more than a simple meal! Really, Truely, it had been Far too long since It had had Discourse! Exchange! Arguments, even! Why, physically playing with ones food was one thing. But Mentally? That was a something Much more delicious, entirely!

Lost in It's own thoughts, wondering how best to stretch things out before the Finale, so to speak, QolCanth began a slow, stately walk towards the "Manthing" now standing in the corner, arms still outstretched, shaking slightly, metal tubething in hand."

Trying to decide whether or not to first ask after the creatures fellow Manthings or about the world's current state of affairs, something amazing happened.

Something that had never happened before.

Something that, after the initial shock and surprise wore off, rocked QolCanth to It's very core.

It hurt. Hurt! A lot. A LOT, a lot! "What in the World just happened?!?!" One second stretched for an age. Two seconds lasted forever. Sheer white pain flooded through It's being for the very first time. The world suddenly went dark and then red. Bright. And everything was excruciating beyond words or even Thoughts. QolCanth SCREAMED...

...

Klaus held the wheellock aloft, his quivering arms aching with the weight of it. His silent prayers were once again interrupted by that malignant Presence in his mind, a whispered evil that his ears did Not hear but definitely was There, nonetheless.

"NOT an ape," he loudly thought, but didn't say aloud... "I am a Man! A Man of God!" His fervor peaked without concious thought as he delved back into prayer and asked for strength.

The Daemon horror blocking off all exit was now shuffling forward again, despite his earlier threats and the strange but Certain conviction that the creature had Understood him.

Very well. God Save Him, but he would fight the Devil in his own home. So be it!

Taking a better grip to steady the wheellock pistol that he'd only recently aquired, Klaus offered up another quick prayer before sighting down the barrel one last time.

At almost point blank range, he slowly pulled the trigger while burying his fear at the Daemons approach. The towering monstrosity before him was unlike anything he'd ever seen, even in his nightmares, but eyes are usually located in the head and this thing had more than a few of those.

Klaus aimed. The hammer fell. And then his mind shattered, as the pistols blast gave way to a silent screech that pireced his mind like an ice pick, like a lighting bolt. The pain of that unearthlyscream inside his head, so hot and white and unbearable, was more that he could bear. More than Anyone could bear!

Klaus crashed to his knees, his hands uselessly pressed to his ears for 3 seconds, 5 seconds, 10 seconds, an eternity, until finally, mercifully, he passed out from the pain of it.

...

It was the silence that finally woke him. True, real, worldly silence. Klaus sat up, his mind clear once more. Mere paces away lay the Daemon, facedown and unmoving.

Scrambling to his feet, Klaus backed away some more, blindly grabbing for his ammo pouch while his eyes remained locked upon the Best. It didn't move.

Automatically, his hands reloaded and primed the Wheelock once more. That finished, he waited some minutes more and watched closely for any signs of life or breathing or movement. There was none.

Circling to the side and moving closer with weapon in hand, Klaus could now see the creature more clearly. It's head, if it was the head, was now missing some eyes. And a large hole bore straight through the one side. There was still no movement.

Emboldened by this, Klaus walked even closer, right up to the bleeding form, and knelt for a closer inspection, and that's when he finally saw it. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the seeping wound was closing. Second by second, the greenish red blood slowed, slowed, slowed...stopped.

Another minute passed and, was he crazy or was the hole slightly smaller than before? He watched...

No, it was definitely closing. Growing fractionally smaller with each minute. Healing.

A gasp escaped his throat as Klaus realized the implications. The Daemon was dead! Half of It's face had been utterly destroyed! The back of It's ugly head blown out, a gaping hole! And yet, he couldn't ignore his eyes, as much as his mind and soul railed against them.

Slipping back into mumbled prayer, Klaus straightened up once more and took a step away. He raised the Wheelock and sighted carefully. At this distance, a miss would be impossible. His trembling finger found the trigger and he calmed himself with a deep breath.

"Return thee now to Hell, from whence ye came, Daemon. Return thee, and burn forevermore!" He squeezed the trigger, absorbing the recoil, and reloaded again. He aimed. He fired. Reload. Aim. Fire. Reload. Again.

Again.

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