#i mean hiii rhea hiii

[johncho]

RHEA SEEHORN in the BTS for Inside Man: Most Wanted (Movie Night Musts)

[laenyrasdarling]

Hiii! Can i ask for an Haelena/ fem! Targaryen reader headcanons? No nsfw but romantic. Reader is the daughter of Rhea Royce and Daemon

.ೃ࿐helaena targaryen x fem!targaryen/royce!reader 

✦ some notes on the setting; pre-dance, with helaegon and the twins (+ aegon’s debauchery) still present, daemyra being alluded to whilst he’s married (frostily) to rhea and she to laenor, vizzy t’s in a somewhat fortunate state of health, i am here for helaena her only and the worldbuilding Shall reflect it

ׂׂૢ having spent much all of your formative years residing in the grassy hills and wild thatches of runestone with your mother and her family, your varyingly absent father’s request to depart to king’s landing not long after your coming of eight and ten felt like something not very far between a dare and a terror. 

ׂׂૢ as abbarantly furious as this suggestion had initially made your dear mother and grandsire, over the course of some weeks your gentle insinuations that some winters in the red-roofed capital may be of benefit to a silver-haired, violet-eyed lady such as yourself before she returned to her homeland to continue her path ontoward ruling runestone in her mother’s footsteps, you successfully found enough cracks in your doting family’s bronzed armour to see them abate. 

ׂׂૢ so armed with enough belongings to last you from late spring to the following summer and the strongly pressed guidance from your grandsire that this temporary dalliance was only so you’d return equipped with better skills and knowledge with which to one day rule over your true homeland, you set sail for king’s landing. knowing all at once that you were only permitted to embark on this journey for varying ploys that were not yours - your grandsire’s to see you evolve to a competent ruler, your father’s to better his standings in your all but estranged uncle viserys’ eyes - you tried to not let these meddling hands of fate dissuade you from also using this time for your own endeavours.

ׂׂૢ and none so prevalent was that mission made to you than when you first laid eyes on the princess helaena upon your arrival to the red keep.

ׂׂૢ this was around the time you first found yourself thankful for your father’s meddling, as his suggesting in his letter that you make yourself of use to your hosts and aid the lady helaena in her childrearing and courtly duties meant that you arrived pre-prepared with a reason to find yourself in her company so often. as frostily as things began, with you nervously hovering around the edge of the room as the twins played and she sewed stiffly, with suppertimes just as cold with the added intrusions of her fool husband and snide-tongued younger brother, summer had barely begun to depart on your first year when things began brightening.

ׂׂૢ your transition from outcast to dearly-held began in benign ways - jaehaera growing familiar with your shadow-still presence in the family’s quarters and growing bold enough to beckon you forth with a chubby-fisted hand, that held aloft a dragon figurine for you to join her in play with. then came your wine-fuelled back-and-forths with aemond at the dinnertable, earning you both your cousins’ delicately-balanced respect, along with that of ser otto - and later, when helaena would find herself peering from over parapets to catch a glimpse of you besting even some of the kingsguard in the training yard with your bow skills.

ׂׂૢ the gradual quality with which you immerse yourself into her life escapes even her, until she begins to find herself noticing when your relentless energy and imaginative ploys are absent from the twins’ mornings and when you deem to take ale with aemond and his goons instead of joining her and alicent for supper. 

ׂׂૢ her status as a crown princess, and one betrothed to the king’s eldest son at that, taken into account, means that it’s probably once in a blood moon that helaena needs to ask for anything. which is what makes it mean all the more than it already does when she starts asking for your company.

ׂׂૢ and oh, how unendingly glad is she that she did.

ׂׂૢ her droll mornings become filled with your endlessly interesting talk of runestone, and your studies, and the things you’ve noticed since your arrival here (much of which she may not quite understand, but loves to listen to all the same). you’re by her side for each meandering stroll through the gardens that seems to take longer and longer each passing day, for every family meal that you manage to instill life and laughter into, for each lavish ball that she no longer fears now that she has you on her arm to keep her grounded and safe.

ׂׂૢ it’s the confident ease that you carry yourself with that endears helaena to you so much. how no task, no conversation, no idea is below or above you; that you’ll see the good and the worth in everything and everyone like it’s as easy as breathing.

ׂׂૢ so really, it’s no wonder that when it’s drawing late one night and you haven’t swung by her quarters with that darling smile of yours to wish her goodnight like you always do that when she goes in search of you, she finds you having dismissed the handmaids for the night and taken to tidying up the twins’ toys and study materials yourself. in the light of the still-flickering hearth, you look as heavenly a woman as helaena’s ever seen; so she’d be forgiven for finding herself kneeling so very close to you on the stone floor as she helps you stow figurines and charcoals away, and for losing herself in your lilac eyes that she doesn’t realise she’s leaning in until her lips are already on yours.

ׂׂૢ from there, it’s another slow descent - but helaena ensures not to miss a second of it this time around.

ׂׂૢ linked arms as you stroll through the gardens become held hands and guiding palms on the smalls of backs when no-one’s looking. the sewing lessons she’s insisted on walking you through end up looking more like you sitting back against her legs, as she loops her arms around yours and guides you through each stitch with her own hand, and now it’s a heatwave in the north before you’ll trade an evening with her for drinking with her fool brothers.

ׂׂૢ and you best believe, that’s only the very beginning.

ׂׂૢ she has dreamfyre saddled for two, and laughs through your terrified screams as she takes you so high into the clouds that you fear she’ll never possibly find her way back down. but really that’s your fault, as if you didn’t hand so tight onto her waist and bury your face into the crook of her neck, she would have no reason to delight in your flights as much as she does.

ׂׂૢ none of the articles of clothing you arrived with are now without alterations from her hand. a tiny, glittering arrow on a dress sleeve, a bronze-threaded neckline that seems to merge with an emerald-toned green as it sweeps down your back, all so subtle but done with love that they ease a smile onto your face every time they catch your notice again. and that’s not even taking into account the garments that are her design and commission alone, which now make up more than half of your wardrobe - rich, silken robes in every colour you could dream of, soft undershirts better suited to the warm climate of king’s landing than the heavy cotton ones you brought with you, gowns to match hers for all the balls she now drags you to on her arm.

ׂׂૢ her demure nature accounted for, she personally rejects any talks of vows for your hand - right down to seeing to it that all visiting noblewomen who appear to find too much interest in your bright eyes or warm laughter won’t find themselves having any business being in your company again.

ׂׂૢ on nights where she really just can’t bear to part with you until the morning, she’ll have her most trusted maidservants beguile her guards with a lie about her feeling poorly and asking you to stay with her for company; ensuring there’ll be no questions if anyone were to find the princess and a noblewoman entwined in bed together, cuddled so close it’s doubtful they could ever be parted.

ׂׂૢ it’s in moments like those, so sweet and so sacred, where the safety of your arms emboldens her so that she’ll dare to speak beyond the here and now. about her dreams of renouncing aegon, of taking the twins and you and flying as far as dreamfyre will take you, until you find a place that’s safe. safe for her to take you as your wife, for all the issues of succession and war to be a distant memory, where she can be a seamstress and you a farmer and the twins whatever they so want to be.

ׂׂૢ and torturously, those moments where she feels brave enough to speak plainly are the ones you find you just don't have the heart to give her the same honesty. so you kiss her forehead, brushing back silvery strands of hair as you settle in against one another and pray that your dreams lead you both to the same place where you may be able to live out that fantasy if only for a night.

[soulmatesinc-if]

hi len!!!!! super duper super excited for everything you have planned for this 🥰 the new update was so great ^^ i need wyatt so bad

i've been thinking ab this one a lot considering its like the best slowburn prompt, but how would the (crushing stage) ros react to a third party saying something along the lines of: "i've seen the way they (mc) look at you." while suggesting that they think something is going on between them? or even alternatively: "i've seen the way you look at them."

Hiii! Glad you liked it!

A "i've seen the way they (mc) look at you." Reacts with a shit-eating grin and looks at the person with an excited and cocky expression that screams "I know, isn't that great?" "i've seen the way you look at them." Puts a hand on the person's shoulder in a friendly, conspiratorial gesture and smiles, "Let it be our little secret then."

S "i've seen the way they (mc) look at you." Reacts like a cat entranced after someone booped its nose. Their situation with MC is a bit tricky, so no matter how hopeful they are after hearing those words, they will attempt to explain it away by MC's friendliness. "i've seen the way you look at them." Sam laughs bashfully. "I mean, have you seen them?.."

M "i've seen the way they (mc) look at you." "How?" They itch for every little detail that the person noticed. "i've seen the way you look at them." Depends on who is saying that, but I'll assume someone close like Rhea. They get a little defensive, "I'm not hurting anyone by looking..." They would deny, deny, deny with a distant acquaintance or some sharp-eyed, nosy stranger.

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Hiii congratulations on 200 followers! could you write something like the reader and Rhea date, and the reader gets very jealous of the interactions between Rhea and Cathy Kelley, ending fluffy or smut or both lol it's up to your preference 💜

thank you so much!!! i’ve noticed you liking and reblogging a bunch of my stuff and i couldn’t thank you, enough it means so much to me 🩷

but this seems like a fun thing to write and we’ll definitely see where this takes me when we get to the ending haha

after writing: this is a bit short :/ but i hope you like it

Too Friendly

rhea x fem!reader

content: a bit of angst, a bit of fluff

“The honorary member of the judgment day,” the group would call you. You were almost always with Rhea at the shows because you loved seeing everything behind the scenes. The crew didn’t mind much because you kept to yourself and didn’t mess anything up, plus they liked seeing Rhea happy.

You were chilling in the Judgment Days locker room with Dom and Rhea before the other two got there. You were talking about random things and how Dom liked the chicken tenders bit the fans had and what was going on for the night.

Rhea got a text, “Cathy needs me, love, I’ll be back soon,” the australian kissed you before she stood.

“Do you know what she needs?” you were worried.

“Just a tiktok,” she cupped your face with both hands, “It won’t take a long, promise,” she smiled. “Dom!” she pointed at him, “tell her about that one thing,” as she laughed her way out of the judgment day’s locker room.

“Oh yeah!” he laughed with her.

“Okay so,” he started, he tried his best to get it out without laughing again, “Cathy said ‘hey come make a tiktok with me later’ to Rhea and but Rey was standing right there and he said ‘me?’ and Cathy said ‘never in a million years old man’ and he was furious!” he laughed again.

You giggled with him, but you didn’t find it as funny as they did because something else was on your mind.

He finally stopped laughing and caught his breath, “so what have you been up to?” he asked.

“Oh, uh nothing much,” you really didn’t have much going on, you were always with Rhea or at work. “I do have a question though.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Does… this is so stupid, but does Cathy have a crush on Rhea?” you wrung your hands as you tried not to sound too jealous.

“What? No, never. They’re just good friends and play it up for the fans, Rhea would never leave you or cheat on you or anything, she loves you too much,” he had a sincere tone, he could tell you were upset.

“She’s just always asking to do something with her and- I don’t know it just… I don’t know,” you were picking at the skin around your nails.

He got up and sat next to you, “hey, don’t worry, I promise. Never in a million years would she leave you. She talks about you all the time, I’ve never seen her so happy,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gave a slight squeeze.

You easily gave into it, you let out a big sigh, “okay, thank you,” as you gave him a weak smile.

“You know what,” he stood holding out his hand, “let’s go watch them, maybe she’ll ask us to be in it too.”

You grabbed his hand and he led you out of the locker room.

“Hey Mami!” he shouted as you got closer to them.

“We’re almost done, everything alright?” Rhea seemed worried.

“Yeah! We just wanted to watch you,” he played it off.

You nodded your head in agreement smiling at your girlfriend but shot a look towards the other woman.

“Well, I’m nervous now,” Cathy laughed.

“Oh please,” Rhea laughed with her.

You and Dom sat on some rolling cases that were strewn backstage as you watched them do the same lines over and over to get the right take. You smiled and laughed silently not wanting to mess it up for them. Rhea kept giving you looks of endearment every now and then, but Cathy kept pulling her attention away from you.

They finally finished, “Sorry that took so long, guys,” Cathy said, “you two made me nervous,” she pointed at you and Dom as she playfully leaned on Rhea, giggling.

“All good,” you said smiling but you were a bit upset about this whole interaction.

“C’mon baby,” a familiar tattooed hand reached out to you as her eyes caught yours, she could tell something was up.

You accepted and walked with her, following where ever she went. She led you to the hallway behind the Judgment Day’s locker room, “are you okay?”

You looked at the floor, “yeah,” you didn’t sound too convincing.

She picked your chin up, “no… I can tell something’s up, what’s wrong?”

You started to tear up but you didn’t let them fall, and the lump in your throat was definitely there, “nothing!” You realized how mean you sounded so you fixed your tone, “nothing, I’m okay.”

“You’re lying,” she was trying her best not to get angry at your tone, but her grip was tightening on your chin ever so slowly, “what’s. wrong?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” you said weakly.

She loosened her grip and cupped your cheek, rubbing your face with her thumb, “that’s fine, but we are going to talk about it later. You know I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“I know and we will, just not right now,” you placed your hand on hers, “I have to work it out myself, first.”

“Okay,” she gave you a small smile, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She gave you a small kiss, “Damian should be back by now, want to go back in?”

You nodded your head as you followed her in.

The night came and went and you were finally heading back home. You had helped your girlfriend pack her things and put them in the truck before she drove the two of you back.

You rested your head on your hand on the middle console, dozing off so she didn’t bother you much on the ride home. Her free hand was gently placed on your thigh the whole way, sometimes gliding it up and down to make sure you knew she was there.

Once inside and after saying hello to the animals, “I think I’m ready to talk about it,” you said plopping yourself on the couch.

She followed and sat down next to you, “go ahead, baby,” she said as she propped her elbow on the back of the couch facing you.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “I don’t like…well, I-” you had all this time but you still couldn’t think of the right words to say.

She let you work it out and placed her hand on your knee as she watched you plan your words.

“I think Cathy likes you a little too much,” you finally say.

“I don’t think so,” she scoffed.

“I do, that’s why I was upset earlier. She’s pulls you away for forever, it seems like, and you barely have time to be around me, or the boys for that matter,” the words spilled out of you. “I feel as though that every time I’m around, she pulls you away for some post or tiktok just to get you away from me.”

“I don’t think that was her intention, love,” her voice was calm.

“And the way she touched you when she knew I was watching, ooh I almost jumped her,” your heart rate spiked as it replayed in you head.

“Woah now, I think you’re overthinking it, she’s a touchy person, she does that with everyone,” she was trying to play devils advocate but it wasn’t going too well.

“Not that I’ve seen!”

“I promise there is absolutely nothing going on between me and her,” both of her hands were now on your legs pushing into you to make her point more believable.

“Promise?” you put your hands on hers as you grimaced.

“One hundred percent,” her icy blue eyes stared into yours, “on Barry’s life.”

“Aw don’t bring him into this,” you watched as his ears perked up.

“Sorry bro,” she said to him, “But seriously I promise,” she smiled back at you.

“Okay,” you sighed with relief, “but the next time she touches you a little too friendly, I’m gonna-”

“Hey there, tough guy,” she held your hands from balling into fists, “don’t worry about her anymore and let’s take this energy out somewhere else, yeah?” she winked at you.

“Oh? What did you have in mind?” you smiled knowing her answer already.

“Why don’t you come and find out?” she stood as she used her finger to tell you to follow her to the bedroom.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hiii 💜 could I request a Daemon x Reader fic? They are in an arranged marriage and it's their wedding night. Reader is quite shy and reserved (she's the total opposite of Daemon) and she is very nervous about having to spend time with him because she knows about his reputation all too well (and also what happened to his first wife, Lady Rhea Royce). So when they're all alone in their chambers she tries to delay the inevitable but he sees right through her. So they start to argue and in the midst of their discussion she tells him she's scared of him. He just chuckles and tells her that he was the one that asked her father for her hand with the approval of his brother, king Viserys. And maybe then some smut? Thank you so much, love!

Mourn Me

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: You were the daughter and only child of a wealthy Lord and Lady that had met misfortune during their travels. Falling under the ward of your aunt, she was so graciously set on allowing you to marry for love. However, you did not want that, you wanted Daemon Targaryen.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: fem!reader, smut (dub con, virgin!reader, first time awkwardness, fingering, vaginal penetration, oral [f receiving], praise kink, degradation kink, corruption kink, hair pulling), mentions of death, devious!daemon but you already knew that, fluff maybe, typos, etc.

A/N: folks MDNI im experiencing a crash and burn meaning i cant write anyfin⚰️ so i offer youz dis cos i will just be🧍 lurkin for a while. Anyway idk i had a hard time tryna convince myself that daemon would want an arranged marriage after rhea tbfh so i HAD to convince myself which means i took some liberties SO yeah. also i combined this with another req i have that's pretty similar hope yall like it. Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @slavyanskiyahui

I recall the day my father's brother died. It was a dreary, solemn day, and I had a vapid look upon my face. I felt for my uncle; indeed, it was quite sad that he passed, but I was not terribly close to him.

My father, I knew, was. This was why when he turned from me from over his shoulder, making it a point not to be inconspicuous, and made exaggerated cries in an attempt to make me laugh, that day truly felt sad to me.

My father cared more about how I felt than how he felt. The thought squeezed my heart.

And as I knelt upon the floor, before casket of my father and my mother, tears streaking my eyes, I realized no one in this world would ever do that for me again.

No one would ever swallow their sorrows in lieu of alleviating mine. Not my friends, not my cousins, not my servants, and especially not one of the men presented to me truly cared for my tears, not that way. I knew the acerb truth. They all wanted me for I was the door to my parents wealth.

I was by myself, on my own, and terribly lonely.

And it was not that the Lord of Fleabottom offered anything inverse to it, but I appreciated the fact his mere presence made the thick sea of avaricious men part.

Daemon Targaryen unabashedly eyes me as he hands a random man his cup and walks over. The moment he did, the lords surrounding me dissipated into thin air.

"I thought you would be better looking up close," he speaks once he is beside me.

I turn to him, eyes widening, "I beg your pardon."

"Well," he looks around, "you have all the lords in a riot," he leans towards me and inhales deeply.

I recoil in mortification when he does.

He pulls back with a smirk, "yet you smell like the rest of the ladies, and appear no fairer than them."

My lips part and my wide eyes blink slowly at his words. The prince does nothing. He does not even seem amused by my reaction, instead, he merely assesses me.

What am I? Cattle?

My face contorts and yet I do not get to chew at him, for he asks me abruptly, "what's gotten them so restless?"

I scoff and heave heavily. A loud fit of giggles from the women across the room snap me out of my angry state. Both Daemon and I turn, finding the women were glancing our way, clearly talking about us. I eye the long haired, uncouth ruffian, deciding it would be better if I simply walked away, rather than unleashing the fury that had been building up in me the whole day.

Daemon watches as I walk off. He raises a brow and purses his lip. He raises his voice, "you're a rude one, aren't you?"

I feel my eye twitch, and out of my dropped jaw comes a sound of annoyance. I clench my jaw tightly and strangle my skirts in my hands. I do not give him the satisfaction of turning back to him and head for the banquet to pour myself a cup of wine.

Regretfully, I am quickly hounded by lords left and right again before I can even finish my cup. It is deeply irritating, and though I mention to them I wanted a moment to drink on my own, none of them relent. All the attention draws back that of the prince's.

Once more, like clockwork, I watch as all the men flee the area upon catching sight of the roguish Targaryen making his way over.

This time, I note his deterring presence in the back of my head as I watch him march over to me. Daemon comes up to my side of the banquet. He is facing the opposite direction I am and pours himself a drink, "how do you find the wine, lady?"

I look at him, gobsmacked by his question. I scan the room, finding that the lords and ladies that were so readily coming at me moments ago, since the moment I arrived, were now finding it hard to even keep my gaze. I blink and turn to the man to my side, finding he was already looking back at me.

Daemon takes a sip of his drink.

"It's quite dry, and I think it's been sweetened with honey."

He chuckles as he draws his cup from his lips, "an astute observation," he turns around and looks out to the crowds, making everyone that was looking flinch and look away, "I heard the fool hosting this gaggle cannot stand the taste of sour wine and had all them sweetened-- stupid fuck."

I knit my brows at that and watch him take another sip, "yet you still drink."

Daemon tilts his head and licks his moistened lips, "better than nothing."

For a moment, we do nothing but stand next to each other and scan the room. During this time, I catch sight of my aunt, looking back at me with a wary and concerned expression. She motions with her head, wordlessly telling me to have my leave and go back to entertaining the lords.

I clench my jaw and sigh.

She meant well. If I there was anyone I could trust anyone, it was her, but she was too eager and persistent in marrying me off, in having it done. Yes, she was doing this for my sake. Yes, she was giving me the choice to marry who I please. But I'm exhausted. I'm worn like chalk on a wall. And, in fact, this was the most peace I've had in weeks. Just me, my thoughts-

I turn to my side and watch the man wince at the drink he still pointedly continues to subject himself to.

-and Daemon Targaryen.

I find myself in an interesting situation it seems.

I give my aunt one last look. Her wide eyes were practically screaming at me, though her lips were tightly pressed together. I look back to the prince. He looks back at me with an idle expression.

"Are you here to insult me further, my prince?"

Daemon knits his brows slightly, "insult you, have I? I merely speak plainly."

I do little to mask how my face contorts.

He lifts his cup to sip some more wine, but then changes his mind. He raises a finger from the hand which held it, "if I actually wanted to insult you, you'd be left in a fit of tears."

I release a small breath, "then consider me honored to have not been insulted by you, your grace."

"You don't sound too much it," Daemon sets his cup down, "methinks you should try again."

When Daemon's lilac eyes lock with mine, I hold his stare and ignore his words. I mutter, "if you are still curious as to why a gander of men are flocking toward me, then--"

"Oh no, Lord Barnaby over there already enlightened me of how handsome your inheritance is," he points then tents his hands in front of him, "in truth, I came here to spectate your championship, but the lecherous fucks have evaded my presence," he purses his lips in false thought, "odd, dont you think?"

I cannot help the faint, airy chuckle that leaves my mouth. I shake my head, "clearly, they are all intimidated by your presence."

"Yet," he looks off, "here you are, tall beside me."

I silently look at him for a moment, taking in the slope of his nose, and the cut of his cheek and jaw. I only turn away when he tilts his head and speaks, "do you know her?"

I turn to where he was looking and find my aunt staring back. She gives me another look and I immediately turn away, "she is my aunt."

He hums, "she too can keep my gaze," he turns to me, "color me impressed by the women of your house."

"She no longer belongs to my house."

He hums again, "and soon you no longer will belong to yours."

It was clear at this point, the prince now lost his interest in me and was about to walk away.

I don't let him.

"The lords have fled because they're intimated by the competition."

Daemon, about to walk off, stops himself before he even does. He looks at me and chuckles. He then eyes my body, "I am not interested in the game."

"I doubt they are interested in the game, your grace," I cross my arms, "they are only interested in my gold coffers."

I catch how his eyes land on my bosoms before landing back to my face. Daemon presses his lips into a line and shrugs, "then I'll leave you to finding the most interesting idiot you'd like to give offer your coffers and cunt to."

And though I cringe at his words and he manages a few steps away, I stop him yet again, "you, my prince."

Daemon stills. He takes a moment before turning back to me.

Once we catch each other's eyes, I speak out for good measure and relax my arms to my sides, "I... would interest you."

He looks at me with a darkened gaze. I could not exactly say what expression it was, but it made my stomach roll. He slowly steps forward, "so you enjoy insults?"

He steps again. "You did not insult me, my prince."

Another step, "didn't I?"

I, myself, step back when he presses closer than where he was a while ago, "n-no."

He hums, taking another step.

"Truly," my back hits the banquet table as Daemon invades my space. I shudder at his scent, warm like furnace fire and sweet like oranges, "rough as you are, you do only speak plainly."

Daemon only stops once there was but a step between us. His head is downturned and his eyes are upturned, "zūgagon hontes," scared bird.

I release a breath and manage the gall to push him away. He looks at my hand when it presses against his chest. He chuckles as he steps back, "you want to interest me, yet insult me yourself by calling me rough."

"I-"

He grabs my hand before I pull it away and drags me forward, "what would a little girl like you know of rough?" My heart is trapped in my throat when his calloused fingers begin to rub against my palms as he speaks, "aōha rāpa ondos emagon dōrī gaomagon rhinka mirre." Your soft hands have never done rough work.

I yank my hand away from him and he thoughtlessly releases me. He tilts his head, "what about me has gotten you interested?"

I rub my hands together and breathe deeply, "... your teeth."

"My teeth?"

I huff through my nose, "not a single person has come to interrupt us. Not even as you've pressed close and grabbed me."

Daemon raises his brows.

"I have been tirelessly pestered left and right with marriage proposals, only now have I known repose," I gulp, straightening up. "If I were to wed you, then my peace would be guaranteed."

He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"I would only be pestered by you and your concerns, but never would I have to frolic with ladies I do not care for, not engage in pleasantries with lords that make my skin crawl."

He narrows his eyes and presses close to me again. I let him this time.

He does not hesitate and grabs me by the waist, pulling me flush against his chest untill my senses are bombarded by nothing but him. My heart is thundering in my chest.

"You take me a fool to believe that's all you could want from me?"

I let out a shaky breath, "like you, I only speak plainly."

He makes a sound. He lifts his hand and drags his knuckles down my face. My skin pricks with gooseflesh. I cannot help that my hands come up to his chest and push him back again. This time, he does not relent or release.

I begin to panic, "I am the last of my house, its undisputable inheritor. There are no male heirs, no alliances, none other than that which would be borne out of my marriage. I-I would belong to you, wholly. And I-" I squeak when he pushes me into the table, "I would--"

Daemon mutters, "you would never know peace as my bride, foolish girl. There would be not a moment were hankering pricks ceased picking at your being, at your every move. You would bare the weight of the kingdom's qualms on your shoulders," he releases me, "and from that you would never know respite."

I heave as he steps away, eyeing me hotly, still. I swallow a thick knot in my throat, "b-but you would stand in its way."

Daemon's face contorts.

"And from what I know of you, prince Daemon, that is assured. I cannot say that for any other lord I've met."

When he walked away from me that moment, I felt an immense crash of shame and regret wash over me. Truly, I was a fool for thinking one such as the Rogue Prince could ever be persuaded only by words.

And yet an even more immense crash washed up when Daemon Targaryen came to formally ask for my hand. Even now, as he's whisked me off in what I will forever know as our shared chambers in the Red Keep, I was unsure what exactly this emotion was inside me.

Hard as I tried, I could not help my bodily reactions to his touch. I could not mask my shivering or flinching as Daemon undid the ties of my dress from behind.

I could not help the way I shriveled up when he leaned into my shoulder and whispered hotly there something I did not understand.

As my skin pricks, he pushes me toward our bed and I obediently lie on my chest as he brings me down. I feel my heart pounding against the mattress as he rids of my shoes and rakes his fingers up my legs from beneath my skirt. I muffle my whimper.

"I asked if you regret your decision, timid thing."

I shake my head and pipe up, "no."

I feel Daemon's hand on the back of my thigh, hiking up my bum. He mutters, "are you quite certain?"

I let out an almost pained sound, "perhaps we can... do this a-another time."

He throws my skirt over and digs his fingers into my smallclothes, "and why would we do that? That's a terrible idea."

I press my legs as tightly together as I could when he begins to pull my garments down. At some point I begin to wrangle my legs against him. I offer, "we- we have not spoken much!"

He grabs my legs and yanks me toward him to prove a point, "I assure you, you need not speak at all. In fact, I doubt you'll be able to."

I feel my face burn.

Soon enough, he works on my dress again, and the next thing I know, I am lying rigidly on my back in nothing by my shift.

He chuckles softly with the sound of ruffling clothing, "will you not even offer me your assistance, poppet?"

I suck in a breath for courage and turn to him. He was already undoing his breeches, and his chest was already bare. I look to the ceiling, "you're able bodied enough, husband."

Daemon laughs.

I close my eyes when I feel the bed dip. My heart hammers all over again.

"Open your legs."

I clench my jaw and gulp heavily. I drag my feet up and part my legs below my knees, thighs very much clamped shut. He laughs again as I feel his hand bunch my remaining clothes up to my hips. Daemon says, "you'll find I quite enjoy toughing it out."

When his hands press on my knees, I decide not to fight him when he pushes them apart. I feel him maneuver in between my limbs, "good girl."

He wraps my legs around him and comes upon me, sinking down to my neck to plant kisses there. Instinctively, my arms warp around him and my fingers dig into his frim flesh. I whimper manically when he ruts into me.

I did not anticipate that his kisses would trail down my body. By the time he reached my navel and his hands were practically prying my thighs apart, I grab at his hair and tug him up, "what are you doing?!"

My stomach rolls when he looks up at me and states, "you wouldn't survive if I roughed it out before I did this."

I don't get to reply as my words are pulverized into a yelp when I feel his fingers come to my pulsing core, "D-Daemon, what-"

"Shhh," he continues his descent as his fingers work into me, "your body knows what I am doing."

Daemon amuses himself with the sounds he gets from moving his fingers in and out of the wetness before him. "A crying virgin, you are," he notes. He laps at my weeping center. I whine at his burning hot breath when he speaks, "so dripping wet for nothing," he smirks, "so wet for me."

His motions feel deliberately as though he was stretching me out. And for every move he made, my voice and thighs react. He keeps me open with the weight of his arms pressing down on me. The sensation of his mouth and fingers leave me a shaking, whimpering mess.

I grip on his hair for dear life, and yet it does not even occur to me that I could be hurting him. I don't think I care, to be honest.

The only thing I get out of Daemon are a couple of grunts and many hot huffs.

The sound of me being worked on by him is absolutely obscene. And soon enough, my cries exceed that level of obscenity when I crumble into a rubble of throaty breaths and shivering pleasure. The feeling was nothing like I've ever felt before and it was mind breaking.

I tense tightly as croak at the delicious feeling coursing through me. My nails dig into his scalp. My thighs begin to shake.

Once I am out of breath and reeling, Daemon lifts his head and nips at my flesh, making my toes curl, "such an easy prize, aren't you? Barely took a second."

I dare to pry my screwed eyes open as my husband crawls over me and brings my shift up along with him. Helplessly, and rather deliriously, I lift up my hands and let him finally strip me naked. He throws my clothes off to the side and looms over my face, "how was that?"

I look up at him and, even with the haze in my mind, find embarrassment in how... how sloppy his face looked, gleaming under the dim lit room. I find myself unable to move.

He smirks and, sequentially, chuckles, "I told you so," he grabs my thighs, "not even a sound from my doe. Finger fucked silly."

A great many sounds do leave me when I feel a hard intrusion push into my tender folds. My breath catches in my throat and, by my ear, he whispers a string of curses. Daemon begins to slowly rock his hips, easing slowly but deeply into me.

"Daemon," I whine, arms clutching him tightly against me. He pushes my legs to my sides, folding me into such a vulnerable position. It gives him complete access to me d as he moves, he knocks into a nerve that makes my eyes roll back. The sounds that leave me become louder and deeper.

"Mmm, fuck, such a hot, little cunt," he hisses, "so soft," he harshly kneads my flesh, "my tight fuck pillow," he grunts, "hope you don't regret it."

Daemon's mouth finds mine, and the tangy taste all over his tongue and lips make my stomach coil in indescribable ways. My nails helplessly dig into the taunt base of his working spine. He groans into our kiss and moves faster.

I pull away from him, in desperate need for air and feel myself grow wetter and wetter all over, especially between my thighs.

"Tell me. Do you regret this? Would you have rather were talked like you wanted? Shall I pull out and stop fucking my stupid little wife?"

Daemon's hand finds my cheek and his thumb smears the slickness on my parted lips.

Much to both his enjoyment and annoyance, he receives no reply from me, and the only sound that ripples into the room is that of slapping skin and gutteral moans.

He drags the skin on my cheek back with his palm, "gonna need an answer, pretty girl, or else I'll fucking stop."

Hearing that and feeling him slow makes me sentient. I tighten my arms around him and rapidly shake my head as I desperately respond, "no. I don't- don't regret it. Pleasedonstop."

Daemon's ego is stroked and his thrusts pick up the pace.

The rapid shift of him barely being there to being filled to the hilt makes the corner of my eyes prick with water.

I call out his name and he dutifully hums, "mmm, shall I stop?"

"No! Please-"

"And why shouldn't I?" he growls, as if in anger, as if threatening to stop, though, in truth, his motions do not slow at all.

I cannot for the life of me think of a reason, nor can I even think, to be honest. Instead, I latch onto his shoulder, biting, kissing, and muffling my noises.

Daemon leans into me and answers himself, "s'it because I should take care of my things, hmm?" He pants, "you belong to me, don't you?"

"Yes, Dae- yes, yes, ye-"

He drags out a hum, "oh, I'd be so sorry to break my pretty thing, wouldn't I? So sorry to break you," he chuckles lowly, "shall I take care of you, sweetheart?"

I squeak, "mmm, please. Pleassse"

"Such good manners," he sighs, "so well-bred. So willing to be bred."

The second wave of pleasure that comes upon me is far more intense and far more tiring than the first. I practically stop breathing as I convulse around him. I squeeze him so tightly with both my arms, my legs, and my cunt that I possibly empty the air out of his lungs as well.

I call out his name as I shatter beneath him.

Eventually, his persistent movements relent as he, too, quakes, and sequentially lays heavily above me, catching his breath just like I was.

As my pulse thuds, and as I feel his thudding, both against my chest and in my womb, I begin to stroke his back gently, relishing in the feel of him, his hotness, his scent. I think about what he asked, if I regret this. I release a deep breath. Certainly, in this moment, there was not a lick of regret or doubt in me with him.

My eyelids are as heavy as my breathing. If this would be what's it's like to be his wife, to love him, then there would never be an inch of regret in me.

I vaguely feel Daemon kiss my jaw before rolling off.

[damiansgoodgirll]

hiii <33 could you write like a one-shot with damian priest where reader is like this diva-bratty-ish wrestler (idk if you get what i mean 😭😭 like maryse sort of) and shes always fighting with rhea ripley and tjd but damian secretly likes her? i'm sorry if this doesnt make sense 😭😭

this would be me if i had to pick up a character for wrestling , here i’ll leave you the song i listened to make this piece

damian priest x reader

primadonna

the first time you got involved with the judgment day was to help liv who was against rhea, and, of course, as in classic judgment day style, non of them could help rhea without cheating so you had to do something.

the second time you got up against rhea it was way much before wrestlemania and way much before she got the title, you two had a simple match against each other that was won by her, of course, only because dom distracted the referee when you were about to win.

the third time you got involved with the judgment day was when damian and finn were having a feud do to finn’s lost at money in the bank. you weren’t supposed to do anything, you were just there, alimenting the tension. rhea didn’t like it and so she picked up a fight against you, fight that you avoided.

you weren’t a heel, but you weren’t a baby face either. you were just you and people loved you for that. it was almost like that it wasn’t even your wrestling personality because it was too easy for you. you were like a diva, the beyoncé of wrestling, like a primadonna.

you loved having attention and stealing other people lights made you happy. so that’s how you were side ring watching rhea fighting raquel. this time you weren’t going to interfere, you just were there for people to notice you and the moment the fans started chanting your name, rhea got mad.

this was your game and you were very good at it.

the judgment day - of course - were side ring too, making sure that you wouldn’t ruin rhea’s moment. damian got a little too close, like he was rhea’s bodyguard.

“are you scared i’m gonna hurt your princess?” you teased him.

“no, i’m worried she’s gonna hurt you” he said, leaving you speechless.

you and damian never shared more than a few words backstage, never been friends and never hung out with each other so you couldn’t understand why he was acting so protective towards you.

“she’s not a problem” you said looking back at the ring.

“she will be a problem if you keep teasing her, you should stop or you’re gonna get hurt” he said, avoiding the cameras that were pointing at you.

of course people would start speculating if they saw you two too close so you played your game and moved away from him.

“i don’t need a man to be saved, i can save my own ass” you sarcastically smiled, waving your hair back and forth.

you were sure the cameras caught that because they were pointing at you instead of the ring when you decided to leave.

the last time you got involved with the judgment day was when you were having a fight against bianca and when you heard their song starting you knew rhea was going to do the same thing you did at her match. you were currently winning so you didn’t let them distract you, instead you played your part way better. fixing your hair, checking your make up in the camera, smiling towards the crowd as you prepare to finish bianca.

when the bell rang you motioned to leave the ring but rhea jumped in.

“i told you so…” you heard damian whispering behind you. he knew that rhea wouldn’t have hurt you for real, she knew about the crush damian had on you but she couldn’t forget the way you always stole her moment.

yes she was “mami”, probably the most feared woman in the whole roaster but you were a fucking diva and you wouldn’t let someone who only wore black steal your moment.

you two stood in the ring facing each other. rhea had a devious smirk on her face, you, on the other hand, had the most “i couldn’t care less” expression that pissed rhea off more than before.

before she started a fight with you, damian shouted something at her that made her stop and leave the ring.

“this ain’t over” she screamed before going backstage.

“of course it’s not, next time we face each other i’m gonna get that title back home” you said, smirking at her.

you just fucked yourself and you knew it. damian had a very disappointed look on his face, more disappointed when rhea accepted the match.

“next week, me and you” she said before dropping the mic.

you waited a few minutes before coming back backstage. you were going into your changing room when you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder.

“of course you had to challenge her” damian smirked at you.

“what can i say? it’s the way i am”

“you’re crazy y/n…she’s gonna destroy you” he said.

“geez thanks for your trust…” you said before having the most devious idea on your mind. you weren’t blind, you noticed the way he looked at you, the way he was stalking your social media, the way he was booking hotel rooms in the same hotel you were. you knew he had a crush on you and even if you liked him as well, you wanted to play with him a little bit “well…maybe, you could help me train” you offered him.

“me? why me?”

“you’re a great wrestler damian…and you know rhea” you said looking directly into his eyes.

“i shouldn’t…” he said.

“please?” you said smiling.

“fine…be at the gym tomorrow morning”

“no, i can’t tomorrow morning, i have a hair appointment, why don’t we do this tomorrow after lunch at my place? i have a ring inside my garage, and there will be more privacy too, what do you say?” you almost teased him.

of course he couldn’t say no. staying alone with you was his dream.

“fine…text me your address” he said before leaving. you couldn’t see it but he had the biggest smile on his face, the idea of spending the afternoon alone with you made him all happy and excited that he couldn’t wait for the next day to come.

[outrunningthedark]

OK WELL BLOODLINE CAN WAIT! ROMAN AND JIMMY ON THEIR OWN FOR NOW WE KEEPING JEY ON RAW COS I NEEEEED TO KNOW WHAT RHEA MEANT BY THAT 👀👀👀

OMG HIII WRESTLING FRIEND 💙💙💙

First we had Damian saving Jey from Imperium during the dark match on Friday 👀 Meaning their on screen friendship is still very much in tact 👀 And now Rhea's still talking about Jey even though Jey hasn't had a chance to say anything about her the last few weeks because he's been busy with Sami 👀👀 I highly doubt the TT/JD story line is being set up to give R+D the advantage at every turn. It's like something has to happen for them to realize they need more allies because a 5-on-2 is still a 5-on-2. 👀 Who could they possibly call for help??? 👀👀

[bronzeageyuri]

hiii hope !! 🙇‍♀️ is there was anything / any lore you could make canon in hades (beyond dia being canon, shes canon in my heart <3) , what would it be?

Hmm...!! I would make it canon that Demeter is a younger sister, and more specifically the second to last youngest ^.^ in Hades canon her parents are Hyperion and Theia instead of the usual Cronus and Rhea. Hyperion and Theia are also the parents of Helios, Eos, and Selene...! Which means the birth order could be like... Helios / Eos / Selene / Hestia / Demeter / Hera. Hestia is before Demeter and Hera bc she's traditionally the first born of Rhea's kids. I think it's possible that Hades 2 may make this canon, I'm just a really big fan of this very stubborn and serious woman secretly being one of the babies of her family 😭 oh! also, Persephone's dad being a mortal man named Iasion is something else I'd make canon :~) he's a human lover of Demeter in some myths... I think Eleusisian myths specifically? I may be wrong though, it's been awhile since I read about him.

I'd also put Ariadne in the games. specifically with something not exactly the same but in the same vein as my characterization of her (most ariadnes i see are very meek and submissive to her husband and it's bothers me sooooooo much. so i made mine a jockish asshole lesbian)

[imabillyami]

Hiii mate 😁

Juuust wonderin.. What are three things you loved about wrestlemania weekend and two things you hated about it??

(as always no pressure to respond) 😊

Ta 🐨

Hi friend!

(I’ll be responding to your other message shortly, I completely forgot about it amidst the hustle and bustle of Mania week.)

So, three things I loved:

Everything Sami - his little interview on the kickoff show, the segment before his match with his family, Gable and Kevin, his entire match, BRAINBUSTAAAA (his mentor's indie run means the world to me, I loved seeing him pay homage to the late great Generico), his title win & celebration, the lil segment before Kevin’s entrance, him celebrating with Cody (& Samijey crumbs). I’ve been on this journey with Sami since the day he made his first TV appearance on NXT in 2013 and seeing him so happy and content and finally appreciated just means the entire world to me. Anyone who suffered through the dark days with him will understand, I think. So yeah. Just. Sami. Always.

The women’s matches. The Big Three vs Damage Ctrl match was entirely too short, but it meant the whole world to me. Bayley and Iyo putting on an instant classic, Rhea and Becky fighting through sickness and panic attacks and just kicking ass and delivering a banger. The women’s division shone so bright this weekend and I hope they’ll be given more chances to shine. (This is me asking for a midcard women’s title and more women’s matches in general.)

Tonight’s main event. It was everything I wanted. Well, initially I wanted Roman to win, but I understand why he didn’t. I’m a lot more relaxed about it now that it’s confirmed he’s not leaving. Anyway. I said in a post yesterday that I wanted it to be this ridiculous over the top match to end all matches. Cause I wanted Cody to fight for his life and I wanted Roman to go out with a bang. And boyyy did they deliver. I loved everything about it, seriously. I was entertained the whole damn time, I loved all the spots and the people who showed up and how Roman and Cody still got to shine. I’ll never be a Cody fan, that’s just a fact of life, but I can appreciate the chemistry they had in the ring and the sportsmanship he’s shown. So yeah, I loved it exactly as it was. And the ending made my little Shield-loving heart beat faster. I'll forever love these boys and their era. So Seth essentially costing Roman again? God I'm LIVING for that. (+ I loved the ending with the roster coming out to celebrate.)

(Honorary mention: I love how much fun everyone seems to be having lately. I know they talk a lot about how backstage morale is at an all time high these days and how they’re all working as a team to the point it barely feels like work, but this weekend I truly felt it. I had been taking a bit of a break from the weekly watching, despite being a loyal fan for almost 20 years, but this weekend truly reeled me back in and convinced me to give this new era a chance. I’m not doing well with change, it overwhelms me more often than not, but I feel like this weekend was a good start to shake the fears off and return to the product I love so much.)

As for the two things I "hated". I’m not really one to "hate" things. But I do have one thing/person I HATE soooo here we go:

Logan. I don’t think I have to explain that one any further. He’s the definition of human piece of trash. Anyone wondering why can look up my old posts about him. I don’t think a person like that deserves any platform whatsoever, no matter how many eyeballs he brings to the product. He belongs in jail and I’ll die on that hill.

I didn’t really „hate“ it - it was more a matter of being extremely saddened by it: The Usos getting so little time and a joke of a match. The buildup was so damn weak from what I’ve seen these past few weeks, the video packages and interviews really got me hyped again, but the shortness of the match and the match itself were a massive letdown. For what was supposed to be their dream match, I hate that they got done dirty like this. It wasn’t their fault, not in the slightest. I completely blame backstage politics and the production team. Honestly their spot in tonight’s match showed what they’re willing to do/ capable of, so I’m hoping they’ll get a proper feud leading up to Summerslam. With a proper build not overshadowed by anyone else, a fitting stipulation (anything goes, no dq?) and some proper time actually allotted to this match? I KNOW they can make pure magic. So yeah. That’s more sadness and disappointment on their behalf. Cause they deserved better.

Anyway. What about you? What did you love/hate about Wrestlemania weekend? I’d love to read your thoughts! 

Hugs to you!

[chellborres]

ABOUT RaChELL

Hiii! I'm Rachell J. Borres you can call me Chell,19 years old , I was born on November 22, 2003 I'm from Cagayan De Oro City.

I studied at Central Mindanao University I'm taking course Bachelor of Science in Office Administration. ohmmm I'm a , simple, Softhearted person, Friendly. Being me is not easy because many people discriminate me Ilike my relatives, i know I'm not smart like others, but i am a person who willing to learned and graduate and prov'm a goode to the people who discriminate me also making my parents happy and proud of me. I have many struggle that i encounter. there is the time that i wanna give up but, i realize that struggles means that is a part of life without that struggle you cannot say that life is challenging.

Achieving my/our goals is not easy to get because, there are many challenges that I'm going to faced but all this hardship, challenges is just part of my dream.

All i can say to Myself is whatever challenges/struggles that i encounter i hope i always think that god is always there and Never give up to achieve my goals.

My Quote

I believe in saying that don't think about their insults you should show to them that they are wrong and be successful and achieve your dream.

I love sunset because can give me peace mind,Calmness also can reminds me that life is indeed just simple and that the sun will always be there no matter where we go.

My FaMiLy

My Father is Rey C. Borres

My Mother is Emie J. Borres

My Eldest sister is Retzie Mae J. Borres

My Youngest sister is Rhea J. Borres

My HoBBies

That's My Hobbies

I love painting, Playing badminton, Somtimes I'm reading a book also I love cooking or baking cakes and cookies and the last i love dancing too.

My FaVoRiTe MuSiC

[drakoneve]

Fury of the Dragon

request: Hiii can I send in a request for daemon? Maybe him and the reader having a fight and he says something hurtful in the heat of the moment and makes reader accidentally cry? He feels super sad and tries to make it up to her? With a happy ending please :)

pairing: husband!daemon targaryen x wife!reader

word count: 1k+

Being forced into exile to the ancient ancestral seat of Dragonstone by King Viserys was not in your plans for the year. If it were up to you, you and your husband Prince Daemon would have remained in the King’s Landing, but after the deaths of the late Queen Aemma and her son Prince Baelon, Daemon decided it best to quell his grief in the brothels of the Street of Silk where he supposedly called the late prince “heir for a day”. 

King Viserys refused to take such a vile comment from anyone, much less his rogue brother. The King’s solution? Exile his brother, and by extension you, to Dragonstone where Daemon could no longer disrespect and plain embarrass the king no longer.

Daemon’s trip to the Street of Silk came of no surprise to you, though his actions cut you deep. The prince had been famously unfaithful to his first wife, the late Rhea Royce. Westerosi whispers said he never even made an attempt to consummate their marriage, even in the years before the late lady’s unfortunate passing. Soon after Rhea’s death, Daemon began his pursuit of your hand in marriage.

You were stubborn and tried your best to not fall for the prince since you knew his history of visiting brothels during strange hours of the night, but Daemon was more invested in winning you over than you’d first realized. In the weeks following the king’s announcement of your courtship Daemon spent as much of his free time with you as he could outside of his royal duties and spending time in the skies with Caraxes. He requested your presence on the training grounds so you could watch him train almost daily, and he often joined you in the gardens and begun teaching you bits of High Valyrian as he promised you would need to know the language. Eventually the prince’s persistence wore you down and you convinced your father to agree to the betrothal. Half a year later, and the two of you were married.

The few months of marriage that have just passed have been the happiest few months of your life. Daemon finally convinced you to join him on a ride with Caraxes shortly after the wedding, and he took you soaring high in the skies to oversee all of Westeros. You moved into the castle amongst the rest of the royal family and found yourself forming close and meaningful bonds with both Queen Aemma and Princess Rhaenyra, both of whom you’d considered close friends. You no longer slept alone as Daemon requested everything you need from your chambers be brought to his, and you’d found yourself unable to sleep while your husband is away, which is precisely led to you wandering the vacant halls of Dragonstone in the middle of the night.

Eventually you reached Daemon’s personal study without even realizing where your feet had been taking you. The door of the study seemed to almost loom over you with its intricate dragon carvings and the two impressive guards on either side of it. Without a word from you the guards reached forward and pulled the heavy doors open, presuming you had meant to seek out the comforts of your husband. 

Daemon didn’t bother to look up from the candle lit scroll he held open in front of him. “I thought I had been quite clear when I gave the orders not to disturb me,” he said lowly, meaning to intimidate whoever crossed into his threshold. 

“My apologies, husband,” you respond softly. “I did not mean to disturb you. I shall take my leave.”

“Don’t.” He demands as he lays the scroll down upon his desk. “Why are you not in our bed? Do our chambers not suit you?”

You turn to face your husband once more. Daemon stood from his seat, rounded the other side of his desk, and leaned elegantly against the front of it with this arms crossed across his chest. The anger looming in his eyes twisted your stomach into knots. 

“Our chambers are fine, my love,” you attempt to assure and calm him. “Just different than what’s at home.”

Daemon merely scoffed in dismissal. “If you wish to return to King’s Landing, by all means, do as you please. I did not force you follow me.”

“No,” you spit at him, “I came with you because I am your wife and you should respect me as such! I have remained undeniably loyal to you, Daemon. I have stood by your side when your own brother cast you aside and named Rhaenyra heir to the throne. Why do you scorn me so?”

“You’re not the only available cunt to wet my cock,” he shoots back icily. “I do not need you as much as you like to believe.”

His words struck your chest like a hot blade, hurt flaming your chest as you felt heat rise through your body. You couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes and falling down your cheeks. You made no attempt to hide them, either.

Before your wedding, Daemon snuck into your chambers late one night and the two of you spent the entire night drinking some of the kingdom’s finest wine and laughing amongst yourselves as you traded stories back and forth. At the end of the night Daemon finally approached the topic of your highly anticipated upcoming wedding, and he asked about any expectations you had for him as your soon to be husband.

“All I ask of you is your loyalty, Daemon. I do not wish to be made a fool in front of the realm,” you’d told him.

You didn’t even spare Daemon another glance when you turned towards the doors of his study, not waiting for the guards to open the doors as you did it yourself. The guards and few maids still lingering in the halls made no attempt to hide their stares as you flew through the halls headed back towards your chambers. 

The moment you made it inside your shared chambers you barred the door, pushing the large chest at the end of your bed in front of the chamber doors so they could only open from the inside. Finally you climbed into bed, yet sleep still did not come. Daemon’s words repeated over and over in your head. I do not need you as much as you like to believe. I do not need you. I do not need you. I do not need you.

Tears welled in your eyes again, and this time you let yourself fall apart completely. You turned your face into the plush of your pillow and cried as freely as you needed. Eventually, long after the streaks of tears had dried down your face, you’d cried yourself so deep into exhaustion sleep finally overtook you.

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Two days of ignoring Daemon and avoiding him at all costs had come and passed. It was a daunting task for you considering Daemon’s stubbornness and the close quarters of Dragonstone. 

You knew staff in the castle were gossiping about the two of you and your marriage, as you knew they would. The disconnect between you and your husband was painfully obvious compared to how the two of you interacted upon your arrival.

Normally Daemon wouldn’t conduct any sort of work without you by his side. He didn’t break fast, train, hold council, or make a move without asking your opinion on the matter first. Above all, however, he wanted you by his side so his enemies would never be allowed the opportunity to get their vile hands on you. He never seemed to want to be without you, even going so far as trusting you alone with Caraxes when he didn’t trust others to watch over your well being. 

Which, ironically, where you found yourself searching for comfort in Daemon’s stead. Caraxes had just been fed before you sought him out, so the dragonkeepers allowed you in without Daemon, which they normally wouldn’t do. The blood wyrm lifted his head to greet you as he usually did.

“Good morning, handsome boy.” You greet him softly, outstretching your hand to the hard scales of his face.

Caraxes gave a quick, soft whistle at your touch. He lifted his head enough to meet your hand, revelling in your gentle touch. His scales were rough but you kept petting the dragon affectionately. 

Suddenly Caraxes pulled away from you as he turned his attention somewhere else. You turned to follow the wyrm’s gaze, and you stand corrected- someone else. 

Daemon greeted Caraxes similarly to the way you had but his eyes were fixated on you. You didn’t meet his eyes, something you made a habit of doing, instead you turned your attention back to the great red beast in front of you. Your husband apparently didn’t like this, and he approached you.

“Won’t you even look at me?” He asks, bringing his hand to meet yours on Caraxes’ scales. 

You want to spout off something sharp to hurt with words him the way he hurt you, but you clench your jaw instead. Despite also wanting to pull your hand away, yet you leave it. In truth, you missed him. His touch, his smell, his kiss. Standing so close you can almost feel the leather of his riding uniform.

Finally you give in and turn to face your husband. Daemon stood so close already your face was mere inches from his. So wrapped up in each other neither of you noticed as Caraxes casually wrapped himself around to shield the both of you away. 

Daemon brings his hands to cup either side of your face. “Y/n, my wife, my love, I have never been so wrong in my life when I told you I didn’t need you. I have needed you from the moment I laid my eyes upon you-”

“Daemon, you can’t just-” you try to refute.

He shakes his head, “Listen, please.”

You inhale deeply and let it go, then nod. 

“When I first say you that day upon my return from the Stepstones, I knew I had to have you.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “From the day I took you as my wife I knew there would never be a day I could live without you. These past two days without you have been the most miserable, wretched days of my life. Please, I ask you to find it within yourself to forgive me.”

Your heart clenches in your chest at his words. “You promised me, Daemon,” you whisper softly. “I’ve bared my soul to you, and you used it to hurt me.”

His face softens as he brushes his hand over your hair. “I know I did, sweet one, and I will spend the rest of our lives making up for it if you allow me.”

You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth, pretending to contemplate your options for a moment. But you just can’t help the smile that sneaks upon s your face as Daemon begins to form a pout. “Of course I will, love. I’m with you until death.”

He pulls you into a deep kiss, his large hands cupping your face to hold you to him. You return his kiss either the same intensity and raise your arms around his waist.

When he pulls away he smirks down at you and asks, “Shall we go for a ride, wife?”

You bid eagerly, already turning to mount Caraxes before Daemon. Daemon chased after you eagerly mounding his dragon right behind you. You hand him the reigns and he presses another quick kiss to your lips.

One thing you loved more than Daemon, not that you’d ever tell him, is riding in the skies on the back of Caraxes.

[pascal-oswell]

Hi, friend 💕

Me again. I'm here to give you FE3H and TOH of you want ✨

YAAAAA NESSA!!!!!! i do want to i like talking about things i like hiii

fe3h -

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) : its not that true anymore but ill still say edelgard considering how much i lost my shit over her back when i was actively playing the game. also dorothea

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) : idk probably bernadetta. i kinda dont like how exagerated her behaviour can be at time for funsies value but also id tuck her in and kiss her good night and kill anyone who wishes her harm

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) : where's the manuela love. i love this mess of a woman. her tag is SO dry i still cant believe it. and WHY is she only ever with hanneman dear LORD

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) : i have no idea. maybe the monastery's cats. its been too long for me to remember a char like that 😭 i wont say that one guard bc hes far too well known to count

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) : i mean i feel like edie fits the controversial part but she doesn't feel like a poor little meow meow. i dont like dimitri i cant say that. whos a poor little meow meow in this game??? is linhardt one?? ill put him here just so people know i like him. there u go.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) : i am throwing lorenz into the meat grinder as we speak :-) hes funny but hes funnier when terrible things happen to him

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) : idk. rhea maybe. not in a mega hate way though i dont have anyone i viscerally hate really. or annette's dad etc etc.

toh (i still havent finished s2) -

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) : mmmh idk..... i dont have any HUGE fav bc i like most chars honestly but i do have a special fondness for lilith

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) : i like king :)

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) : do the blight twins count. i remember liking them theyre silly. the school's principal also i think hes a nice guy

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) : god only knows

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) : i feel like if u stopped at s1 i could still say lilith but otherwise. idk. who the hell even is controversial

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) : funnily enough. also lilith. put that lady through situations RIGHT NOW

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) : BELOS????? or that one guy who was trying to capture the not-luz creature i forgot their name

[medievalraven]

hiii um perhaps 17 & 26 for gg & smile for the salty asks? thank youuu

For you?? Of course!

17: Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

Smile: I mean I feel like the obvious answer would be that I wouldn't have Kim Moo Young shoot Jang Se-Ran. Then we can have our happy ending - the one everyone deserved!

GG: Oh god so many but here are a few that immediately come to mind - I'd have Turner kidnap Beth and Rio in 2x13 (I mean I wrote a whole fic about this), I'd never introduce Nick as Rio's boss since this essentially invalidated three seasons of characterization and character development (this is true of introducing a boss in general but especially when it's a family member??), I wouldn't have so many law enforcement focused storylines (especially in season four), and I wouldn't have the show end with Brio "together" when there was no build-up or even hints the two liked each other (and especially in light of the ending as a whole).

26: Most shippable character?

Smile: Kim Moo Young and that's mostly cause I ship SIG with me.

GG: You know I think it's actually Beth? I just feel like Beth could in theory work with literally every other character on this show? Rio, Ruby, Stan (yes Stan), Dean, Turner, Rhea, Fitzpatrick, Phoebe - the limit doesn't exist (except with Annie cause we say no to incest here).

fandom salty asks

[missannwinchester]

Poseidon, Kronos and Rhea

Hiii :) Thank you for asking!!! 

Poseidon: What's your favorite sea creature? TURTLES!!!! SEA TURTLES, I love them!Kronos: What's the stupidest thing you've ever eaten? I’m not sure? I don’t really know what that means. Stupid like fish eyeballs or crickets? I’ve NEVER eaten that, but I probably would if I had the opportunity. I know that in some countries people consider salt pickles weird. I eat them a lot. Basically they are just fermented cucumbers... Rhea: What's your favorite type of nature? Again I’m not sure what that means, but i like nature in general. I like woods and seas. I dream about seeing the ocean. 

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