#they should have also fucked in viserys's bed

[danceofdragonsisaeuphemism]

They could never make me hate Alicole but if they wanted to make the audience so appalled by them having sex they shouldn't have had the scenes when they are both being normal adults on break or off work at night in bed together. Though points for being in Rhaenyra's room.

They should have fucked over Viserys's body laying in state a la the Lannisters in a deeply emotionally torn scene where they finally let loose 26 years of untapped lust and Alicent finally gets an orgasm. That would have added a bit of edge to it without causing a weird disconnect emotional hit from adding it to and giving it too much focus in Blood and Cheese.

[lyraoftheevergreens]

More To Love

Daemon Targaryen x Plus-size Wife

Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Smut! Minors do not engage! NSFW

Summary: His wife y/n Stark is beginning to feel insecure as she continues to gain wait with each child she bares him. He is the only one who can comfort his sobbing wife when they are forced to return to Kings Landing for a name day celebration for the princess.

Authors note: I suck at summaries. I wish I could just put “Daemon fucks the sad away. Like the good husband he is.” From one big girl to the next I hope you all enjoy this <3

Warnings: smutty smut smut, oral female receiving, p in v, Self degradation, Minor spelling and grammar errors. Semi edited

Word count: 2,280

Daemon Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone, wielder of dark sister, rider of Caraxes, father to Baelon II, Aenar, Naerys, Aelor, Rhaena and Elaena. Husband to Y/n Stark. He married you when his brother ascended the throne, while it was no secret your family, house Stark, supported Rhaenys is claim to the throne. Your father had you marry Daemon to hopefully stop any retribution from there vote against Viserys. While your marriage was one of political duty it didn’t stop you from loving him nor he loving you. You left the north to join him in Kings landing, where you were to wed. You were just as wild as him, nothing was ever gonna stop him from falling in love with you. You had the distinct Stark characteristics of long brown hair and grey eyes. He could stare into your eyes for the rest of his life 8 years of marriage and already the two of you had 6 children and possibly another on the way. The two of you had decided it would be better to raise your children at Dragonstone without the input of others after having your first two, as well as the murmurs and rumors. You received much judgement for choosing to nurse your children rather than a wet nurse do it. It also didn’t help that you allowed your children to share the bed with you Daemon. People of the court were constantly murmuring about your family and they way you and Daemon are raising your children. They thought it repulsive that your children sleep in marital bed. It’s not as if you perform marital acts with your children present, they were far from any of that when it occurred. Then you became pregnant with Naerys, once you began to show the murmuring became worse. “How could they let there children sleep in such filth, now this child will have to sleep in it to.” “And the king allows this to happen in his castle.” “Have you heard, the dress makers had to make her new gowns again.” “How could the prince lay with someone so large.” “I suppose he has no problem lying with someone of her size when he lay with whores.” “I would not be surprised should he return to the pleasure houses, one could only lay with cattle for so long.”

Once you told Daemon what you had heard the two of you were gone to Dragonstone taking all your belongings and staff and you left. You and Daemon made sure the lust for one another would never die as you two continued to grow your family. Taking you on caraxes to Essos, leaving your children in the care of their maids. Or simply slipping into other bed chambers of the castle (empty ones, you two weren’t one to fuck on other people’s beds), or the beaches of Dragonstone to spend alone time together.

The king called for a feast to celebrate Rheanyra’s 13th name day. Daemon decided to leave for Kings Landing on Caraxes to ensure your rooms were prepared in time for your arrival with the children. Naerys is the oldest of your girls and most stubborn, like her father, refused to go on the ship with you and her siblings. Both you and Dameon felt it wasn’t a good idea for a child of only 5 years to fly on her own on via dragon back. Ultimately you and Daemon decided to allow her to fly with him on Caraxes. You knew your husband would protect your daughter with his entire life. He strapped her to him to ensure if she fell asleep she was still safe with him. He made sure to help you and the children on to the ship and to see you all off before leaving himself with Naerys. Your children loved seeing there father leave on Caraxes, they flew a bit to close to the ship causing it to rock knocking your boys to the floor, they laid there for a moment causing you to laugh as well as you held on to the knight your husband had assigned to you for the trip, Ser Ander.

Once arrived at the Kings Landing port you were met with your husband and daughter. Your daughter ran into your arms and told you how amazing flying on Caraxes was. Your boys told their father how much they enjoyed Caraxes rocking the ship and how they can’t wait for there dragons to be able to rock ships. You all left in a carriage to the Red Keep, and once arrived you were greated by Viserys, Aemma and Rhaenyra.

“Y/n, we are so glad you and the children have arrived safely.” Greated Viserys with a smile as he hugged you.

“Thank you your grace, we thank you for your invitation.”

“Please Y/n, you are my good sister, call me Viserys.”

“I will try my best, Viserys.”

“Aemma, how are you?”

“I’m quite lovely. Your self?” She asked as she rubbed her bump, you hadn’t known she was with child again.

“Lovely as well. Rhaenyra, how have you been as of late? Are you excited for the celebration?”

“I am, thank you.”

The exchange between Rhaenyra, Aemma and you felt strange in whole. You feel them judge you from their looks. You had put on a considerable amount of weight from the last time you were in kings landing and you could tell they judged you for it. While Aemma had been with child just as many times as you, you had the weight gain to show for it as she did not.

“Come let me show you to our rooms.” Daemon must have felt your unease as he thankfully interrupts the awkward exchange. The twins were to sleep with you and Daemon and the boys and Naerys in the chambers next yours and Dameon’s. Once alone you began to speak freely to Daemon.

“She’s with child once more? Poor Aemma, I pray that this babe is healthy.”

“Yes it’s quite tragic. I remember the two of you always being with child around the same time.”

“Yes, and that’s why it saddens me because we have 5 beautiful children they have one.”

“I know my dear-“ Daemon was interrupted by your children running in. Your youngest boy running behind being only 3 years of age.

“Kepa! Look they have it here! Aenar show him!” With that your second son hands his father his favorite Valyrian dragon book. All your children loved when Daemon would read to them.

“Yes there are plenty of books, perhaps we can go to the library on the morrow.”

“Yes!” Your children were so excited. They loved their father so much and it helped that he was a good one at that. Always reading to them, taking them to tend to there dragons and teaching them how to wield a sword (wooden sword).

The day had turned to night and you were nursing both twins when your husband had entered the room after seeing your other children to bed. “They are all asleep.”

“Oh good, thank you my love.” You thanked your husband and he walked over and kissed your forehead before sitting in the chair across from where you sat on the bed. He watched as you nursed his children and something began to stir inside him. Once done he took one babe and you the other and placed them in the children’s bed the maids had put in the room for the twins to sleep with you and Daemon. You had both drifted off the sleep, your head on Daemons chest and his arm around your shoulders holding you to him.

You woke the next morning feeling bloated and nauseous. The fact that none of your clothes were fitting quite right didn’t help either. You had not bled for two moon cycles now. A part of you suspected you were with child once more but you wanted to believe it wasn’t true. Daemon had entered the room after taking the boys and Naerys to the training yard, finding you sat on the floor crying.

“What has happened ñuhon dōna ābrazȳrys?”

(My sweet wife)

“Daemon.” You choked out in between sobs. He went to the floor with you holding you into his chest. “I’m with child. Again.”

“This is amazing!” Daemon said kissing your forehead.

“Tis not. I’m going to get wider, my skin will have more marks.”

“Yes but you always get smaller again. And I have scars on my body do you not love me?”

“Of course I love you, but your scars are from battle, mine are from the stretching of my skin.”

“Your skin that covers your body. Your body that grows our babes. Our children.”

“Daemon admit it. I do not get smaller, with each babe I birth I do not shrink back down in size. I will never be the size I was when we wed.”

“That is perfect for me. 6 children you have given me, soon 8-“

“There are no more twins growing in my womb.”

“We will see.” He says with a smirk. “I do not care for your size. Just means there is more to love. You are my wife, my wolf, my life and I love you. I love the marks on your skin, it’s proof that you birth my heirs, my children.”

“My marks can be hidden with gowns Daemon. With each child I birth I go up in size. I have birthed 6 children, soon to be 7 and I’m already in need of larger garments. I am huge, I’m ugly.” You sat on the floor crying into your husband’s chest when he speaks up. “I will not have you talking about my wife like this.” He picks you up with ease from the floor and toss you on to the bed. “Daemon!” You shout his name. “No, this is my wife you are discussing. Mother to my children. I will not have you slander her so.” He rips your night shift off you and you lay there bare before him. He is now on top of you and you begin to cover your growing breast when he grabs your wrist and pins them above your head, he holds them there with one hand. He kisses the palms of your hands,” these hands care for our children, they care for me, massaging parts of my aching muscles.” Kissing down both your arms. “These arms hold and comfort our children. They wrap around me at night with love, and sometimes pleasure.” He then takes one of your breast in his mouth, flicks the bud of your breast with his tongue while his free hand massages the other, he then repeats the same releasing you from his mouth to say,” these breast that kept and continue to keep our babes fed, these breast that I worship so, I thank the gods every time they grow larger.” He covers your growing abdomen in kisses,” this, this is where our babes grow, you keep them safe inside you. Our proof of the love we have for each other, proof of my love for you in the children we create.” He lowers his head between your legs and flicks your pearl with his tongue. He licks a big stripe up your core as he stays between your legs for quite sometime your a moaning mess when he releases you,” this cunt that squeezes my cock tight, that births our children,” he kisses down your legs, his hands now gripping your thighs, “these I love to hold apart while I have you screaming with pleasure while I devour you, to prevent you from squeezing my head with them. Your legs though that run to our children at the first cry. I love every part of you, small or big, you are my wife and I will worship every part of you.” With that he brings his mouth back to your pearl and uses his fingers to thrust in and out of you, his free hand massaging your breast. “Daemon please.”

“Please what my sweet wife.”

“Your cock, please.”

“As you wish ābrazȳrys.” With in second Daemons fingers were replaced with his thick, hard member thrusting into you at a pace that had you seeing stars, you moaned in pleasure as he fucked into you. “Keep moaning my sweet girl, let the whole castle know your husband makes you feel this good. Let them know how I worship you so.”

“Yes, Yes! Daemon.” You screamed and moaned for him, giving yourself away to the pleasure your husband gave you.

“Yes my dear, release your self on my cock, my good girl.” With that you were a moaning screaming mess as you reached your release, your nails clawed at his back, as you wiggled under him in pleasure, he fucked you through your release eventually reaching his own from feeling your cunt flutter around his cock. He growled into your shoulder as his seed filled you. He pulled out of you after a moment and layed next to you pulling you into him. His hand grabbing your ass and striking his palm to it,”I almost forget, this,” he grabbed,”this I absolutely love, I love to feel my stones smack against it as I fuck your sweet cunt. Or when I take you from behind I get to watch it shake as I pound into you.”

“Daemon!”

“What! It’s true! I love every part of you y/n. You are my wife, no matter your size i will worship you till I draw my last breath.

“I love you too.” You kiss his chest and he speaks once more. “Truly I thank the gods everyday for your growing tits and ass. I suppose it’s true what they say, you don’t know that something is missing from your life until you have it.”

“I assume in this case it’s tits and ass?”

“Not just any, your tits and ass my sweet wife.”

[whorefordaemon]

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Daemon making love with his daughter!reader and rhaenrya finding out about them and started to be more observant towards them and getting jealous because she can't have daemon 🫶

"All that I am, belongs to you.."

Warnings: nsfw, incest, creampie, infidelity, Daemon Targaryen.

words: 2k

Rhaenyra watched from her place at the table as her prince danced with his daughter.

She had no wish to judge, after all she looked more favorably upon her firstborn too.

And Daemon Targaryen's love for his eldest child could not be overstated. Everyone knew how much he loved the girl.

'My sweet Dragon' He called her.

He loved Baela and Rhaena too. And Aegon and Viserys were their little darlings.

But she was special. Quite obviously so.

She watched as Daemon pulled his daughter closer after a dip, his hands around her waist tightening and her eyes never leaving his. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders and squeezed as she let out a laugh at whatever he had whispered in her ear. A soft, sweet sound that had her husband smiling as well.

That was not how daughters act with their fathers.

As the song slowed into a softer tune, the kind of dance being performed also changed. The only people that remained in the center hall were courting pairs.

It should have been a sign. But she supposed Daemon and his daughter were too caught up in each other to notice.

Daemon did not ask Rhaenyra to dance even once, all his attention focused on his darling.

She laid her head on his chest as the dance continued, cheeks flushed red and a soft, contented smile on her face. It was as if nothing else existed in the world but them.

Rhaenyra gripped the table cloth, her nails denting her palm as she watched the two.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be! She was supposed to be the most important person in Daemon's life, her children should've been his first priority!

She watched, silently stewing in anger but unsure of what to do when suddenly, her half-brother Aemond stood up from the table, his fists clenched as he approached his wife.

He got right in between the father and daughter.

"Nuncle! May I have the chance to dance with my wife?" He asked, already pulling her away from Daemon.

Rhaenyra didn't miss the dark glower Daemon sent his nephew's way as he moved back to allow Aemond to take his daughter's hand.

His daughter didn't seem to enjoy dancing with her husband nearly as much as she did with her father it seemed. Because for the rest of the dance, she merely swayed to the tune and her smile was obviously forced.

Daemon wasn't doing any better as he sat at the table, next to her and yet it felt as though she was barely there.

He kept glancing at his daughter, whose own eyes often wandered back to her father even as she held her husband's hand.

This is simply not done!

Rhaenyra scowled. Yes, they were Targaryens and the rules and customs of common men didn't apply to them but, this was too much, even for Targaryens.

Fathers don't fuck their daughters! Even Valyrians refrained doing something so depraved.

She pulled at his sleeve, getting his attention, though it was half hearted at best. "Daemon, I'm not feeling very well, take me to our room." Emphasizing the need for him to be there with her.

Daemon sighed before nodding. He got up and went to his daughter. He pulled her from Aemond and whispered someone to her before kissing her forehead and coming to take her.

The sweet smile on the girl's face could easily be mistaken for familial love.

But Rhaenyra knew better.

As they walked, Daemon barely spoke to her, only holding her hand to help her balance. She noted how he didn't try to pull her any closer. There was an invisible space between them and it stung. Worse than she had expected.

He laid her on the bed, no kiss on the forehead as he helped her take her jewelry and the heavy dress off. He took care of her. But she felt no love for her from him.

"You won't stay?" She asked as he turned to leave.

He rolled his eyes, "I'll come back after checking up on the children." He didn't wait for her reply and left.

Rhaenyra bit her lip, reigning in the desire to throw something at him. She needed him more than the kids. Why couldn't he see that?!

Sleep evaded the Crown Princess as she waited for her husband to return. Tossing and turning in the cold bed.

Their children weren't toddlers! They had maids! Why was it taking him so long?!

She waited a little while longer before her anxiety got to her, getting up and going to look for her uncle.

She checked the boy's quarters first, Jace and Luke were asleep in their beds, Baela and Rhaena held onto each other in their shared bed and her little ones were asleep in their nursery. All safe and asleep, their maids present and shaking their heads when she enquired about Daemon's whereabouts.

Daemon wasn't with any of them. He hadn't even visited any of them.

Her thoughts returned to his eldest daughter. His Sweet Dragon.

She was married with a babe of her own. Surely she didn't need to be tucked in by her father?

Rhaenyra thought she should go back to bed but the thoughts didn't leave her and she found herself moving towards his eldest daughter's quarters.

Like the Queen and King and Aegon and Helaena, Aemond and her slept separately as well.

The long hallway was surprisingly unguarded and Rhaenyra held her breath as she went closer, just hoping the doors weren't locked.

She slowly pushed open a door, peering into the dimly lit room and as she took in the sights her hand immediately went to her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

'It wasn't fucking fair!'

Daemon was there, his attention solely focused on the body under him. His hands had a fierce grip on the girl's hips as he repeatedly pulled her to himself. His large hands encircled her tiny waist. He grunted after a particularly hard thrust, making the girl shriek as well.

She was nearly naked, her skirts raised around her waist and the top of her dress unlaced just enough that her large, perky breasts were able to peek through.

Her hands were tightly gripping the bedding as she bit her lip in a desperate bid to contain her moans.

"Kepa.." her soft whimpers were nearly drowned by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

Their movements were hurried and fast. Rough. Daemon's hands went from her hips to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her up and making her sit on his lap.

Bringing her closer to him.

The skirt hid the fact that his cock was currently nestled deep, really deep given their uncomfortable position, into his daughter's cunt.

She threw her head back, long silver locks splayed across her father's chest as she leaned back into him, a loud shriek escaping her despite how tightly she held her bottom lip between her teeth. Her chest rose rapidly as she breathed out harshly. Her breasts bounced out of her flimsy shift.

"My sweet....sweet girl. My dragon.." Daemon whispered to her in Valyrian. One of his hands went down, under her skirts which caused the girl to buck up into him rather violently, almost hitting him as she threw her head back and let out a loud moan.

"Ah!...fuck!" 

His other hand immediately went to clamp around her mouth. But he didn't stop his ministrations. The repeated thrusts of his hips only increased as did the movement of his hand under her skirt.

She was trying to scream over his hand now as her bucking and shaking only increased. The way she moved up as though the feeling was too much but then immediately moved down as if she already missed him.

Daemon leaned in to kiss her hair, a soft gesture that bothered Rhaenyra more than anything else they were doing.

"Come on, my sweet dragon...mine..." Daemon whispered in her ears, hands slowly leaving her mouth to harshly grope at her breasts.

She immediately let out a loud moan before again biting her bottom lip in a vain attempt at keeping quiet. One of her hands went to grab her father's arm, begging him to relax his harsh grip. Daemon didn't.

"Kepa, I can't...I can't be quiet.." She wimpered, tears welling up in her eyes, making Daemon chuckle and he kissed her shoulders.

"We have to. We don't want to wake up our little babe now, do we?" She took a deep breath and nodded at his words.

Did the mention of her babe, her husband's child bring no thought, no shame to her mind?

"Kepa, Kepa I want another.." she whimpered, tilting her head to look at him. Her eyes hazy as though she had been drunk. "I want another babe! One simply isn't enough! Please..uh, uh..Oh fuck!...AH-"

She closed her eyes and her hand went to her mouth as she tried, desperately, to stifle her loud moan as she shuddered violently, creaming his cock no doubt.

Daemon groaned, "So tight...so fucking tight and wet!" She moaned at his filthy words.

"All for you..only you Kepa!"

"You want another babe, don't you? A little pure sister for our pure Valyrian son?" Rhaenyra felt her heart stop at the words she was hearing.

Their son?!

"Yes! I want a little girl..Fuck! Ah...And then another boy! I want to give you ten sons!.. Then ten more!"  How shameless her words were.

How they pleased Daemon though as he groaned before pulling out of her and turning her to face him.

Her whimper and protests were muffled as their lips met. Her hands immediately going to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer in.

She pushed him backwards before moving to sit on his lap.

Daemon lined up his cock before pulling her down, closer to him, both moaning lowly as she took him inside her again.

"This is better isn't it, love? I can see your sweet face." Daemon whispered to her.

His daughter blushed red before nodding. Looking him in the eye, "So much like yours Kepa. I'm all yours." She told him, removing some of his hair from his face, tucking it behind his ears.

Daemon smirked before he thrust upwards, bringing out a loud moan that he silenced by joining their lips.

His hands again gripped her waist, taking advantage of her petite frame to roughly pull her down on him.

The obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh made their pathetic attempts at keeping quiet completely irrelevant.

She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of this tunic.

Daemon's eyes were on his hands on her hips, intently and roughly pulling her, his daughter, to him.

Again and again and again.

She threw her head back, face and body twisting up in pleasure as she whined and moaned like a wanton whore.

"Fuck!..yes, yes, yes...Kepa, give it to me. Please...please, I want another baby! Another pure Valyrian babe!"

Daemon chuckled, bringing her head closer to pull her into yet another kiss.

Their lips met and she let out a soft whimper when he bit her bottom lip.

"Yes..another. A sister for our son to fuck one day.." By the Gods, his words were so vulgar...

She giggled, bringing him closer and holding him to her chest. "Kiss me there.."

Daemon obeyed and soon, she was again whimpering as he began to suck and fondle her large breasts.

Rhaenyra watched the two of them. So intuned to each other's emotions.

How sweetly Daemon comforted and spoke soft praises whenever his daughter got overwhelmed.

How the girl held onto him, refusing to be parted from his embrace even as he flipped them over, his body covering hers almost entirely.

"Harder. Harder please Kepa..please.." she sobbed as her pleasure peaked yet again.

Daemon comforted her by peppering kisses all along her collarbone. His head buried in her neck as he no doubt whispered soft words of love to her.

His thrusts became sloppy as his grip on her tightened. "Fuck!"  He shouted as he came. Deep inside her.

"Yes...Give it to me please Kepa! I want another baby! So bad!"

Daemon grunted and leaned up to kiss her again. Both caressing each other as their lips met.

It broke Rhaenyra's heart to see the bliss and love in Daemon's gaze as he looked upon his daughter. And his lover.

She couldn't bring herself to speak another word. This was too much, she wanted to be gone from here. She couldn't take it.

This couldn't be true. Of all the people, Daemon couldn't have betrayed her like this. Not him! Anyone but him!

She still stood by the door. Long enough to listen to the final stab at her heart.

"I love you, Kepa. With all my heart.."

"I love you too, my blood and seed. Mine. All of you is mine..."

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Underestimate || D. Targaryen x oc

GIF by @thequeenwechoose DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: Daemon’s position in his brother’s court needs to be strengthened, and he cares. Elys on the other hand? Not at all. Her marriage to the Rogue Prince was nothing but a political matter. She sometimes underestimate what he’s capable of doing.

a/n: basically in this, Elys and Daemon were forced into marriage and hate each other. warning: this is so bad i gotta admit 😭 i got lazy with it ALSO PLS PLS PLS PUT IN REQUESTS FOR MEE

“Seriously?” Elys rolls her eyes as she lets her eyes wander down Daemon’s figure. His short hair disheveled and his hands doing up his pants as he blows a strand of hair away. “Don’t act as if you weren’t doing the same mere minutes ago” He smirks. He wasn’t wrong.

The two were making their way to the small council who had called for both their presences. “What the fuck does my brother want now” He mutters before the doors were opened.

“Your Grace,” they both say before taking seat next to elach other, opposite Otto Hightower. “Brother, Elys, How are you both?” Viserys smiles. Before the Stark girl could respond, her husband beat her to it “Quit the sweet talk Viserys, what do you want from us?” Daemon speaks in a monotone voice.

She had the urge to slap his face for being such a dick. The King glances to Otto before clearing his throat, “Your position here in my court has been questioned. You being my brother, is not strong of a reason unfortunately” The room was silent. Elys’ eyes move to here husband’s face that stares at the table infront of him.

“Me being your brother should be enough reason, your Grace” Daemon mutters. Viseys sighs, but before he could open his mouth, Otto spoke. “You spend your days around court doing nothing and you spend your nights at the pleasure houses in Silk Street, not with your Lady Wife. You only have the mere title as Prince”

Elys scoffs, “I’d rather him do that then share a bed with me” She shrugs as Otto glares at her. “You can’t just have a legitimate position just because your my brother,” Viserys reasons, “So what are you suggesting then hm? Tell me” The King sighs, “You have no heirs Daemon.”

Your kidding. Elys thought. She blinks a few times to process what the King had just said and what he was implying. “You’re telling me, having a child will strengthen my position here?” Daemon speaks slowly as his brother nods.

“Says who-“ “You and Elys have been married for over a year and yet I still don’t see a child” This time, it was Elys’ turn to glare at the man, “Have a child and your position would be legitimate.”

~

A loud knock erupts from her bedroom door, Elys lets out a frustrated sigh before getting up and putting on a robe to cover herself, “Were you expecting another person?” The man on her bed half chuckled.

Opening the door, she was met with his devilish smile. “Husband, to what do I owe the pleasure?” She sarcastically smiles. Daemon looks her up and down, “I think it’s best we talk about what my brothers asks from us, don’t you?” He leans his hand on the door, his face centimetres away.

“No not really. It’s your problem Daemon, neither you or the King can force me to have a baby” Elys crosses her arms and leans against the door, his face hardens. He then looks past her figure but Elys was quick to notice, she shut the door behind her clearing her throat as a scoffs leaves his lips.

“Just you wait, you will be carrying my fucking child sooner or later. You should stop bringing over men and start sleeping in my chambers.” He says against her ear before she shoves him off.

“Fuck you Daemon,” She spat in annoyance, “That would make everyone happy wouldn’t it?” He grins before walking off.

Daemon didn’t know what came over him. Jealousy maybe? Jealous that someone else gets to be fucking his gorgeous and lawful wife? The Prince did want a child. Otto was right, his days were growing boring, at first, he enjoyed what he always did, fucking his way through the pleasure houses at Silk Street.

But he longed to come back to his bed everyday beside his wife. Of course publicly, the “picture perfect” married couple was something everyone dreamed of having. The two constantly showed affection with one another and look at each other with such love.

It shocked the court to see Daemon in that way but little did they know what happened behind closed doors when no one was around. Always at each other’s throat. They infuriated each other but yet they could never tell why.

~

“Ah there she is! Happy name day Elys” King Viserys smiles warmly as she takes a seat at the breakfast table with her in-laws. There was no sight of Daemon. “Thank you, your Grace” She showcases her pearly smile before digging into the breakfast feast.

“4 and 20 was a great year for me you know, I say it’s a great time to have children” Viserys laughs as the brunette awkwardly chuckles knowing what he was hinting at. Her Grace, Queen Alicent, speaks up, “There is a celebration held in honour of your name day at Godswood at midday” She enthusiastically says. Elys nods with a grin plastered on her face.

Whirling the mead in her goblet, she looked around bored. The celebration was a thoughtful gesture from both the King and Queen but she would rather be spending the day in the comfort of her bed chambers or walking through the gardens. Elys’ darling husband was still not around, not that she was not surprised.

She sat on a chair surrounded by a few ladies, conversed in conversations, “Oh how I love your dress” Lady Strong complimented as the others agree, Elys looks to her with a smile. She was wearing a deep blue off the shoulder dress, highlighting her collarbone and shoulders.

“Thank you, Lady Strong, I could say the same-“ Elys was topped mid sentence by gasps and murmurs. She couldn’t see what everyone was gasping at but spotted a head of silver hair, Daemon. Lady Strong let out a horrified scream when the Targaryen Prince came closer to them.

Elys slowly stood up and felt her insides churning at the sight. Daemon holding the decapitated head of the man she had been seeing a few times in his hand; blood still dripping. “Happy Name Day, darling.”

~

“What were you thinking!” She screamed at him, the whole of the Red Keep probably hearing her, the two stood opposite each other, table in between. “I told you you were going to carry our child, I first had to get that cunt out of the way” Daemon fired back. Elys was shocked to hear that he did that all because he was so adamant on making her carry his child. The couple had been going back and forth for about 10 minutes, the small council wanted to see them again.

“So this is what it is about?” Elys laughs in disbelief as Daemon stares at her, “Since when have you ever listened to what you brother has told you to do, Husband?” She leans against the table staring up at him.

“This is my position in court Elys, better yet, your position as my Lady Wife!” He inches closer to her. “Without my title, you are nothing. You would not live the luxurious life you live right now, and you certainly, would not have other men entertaining you” Elys’ breaths quicken as she pulls back and paces, her hands on her hips.

“Brother, Elys” Viserys opens the door as the two turn their head to his direction. “That was quite the statement you put out there, Daemon” His brother glares at him in disapproval.

The brunette sat down with a huff, her arms crossed as she death glared her husband. “I think it is best we tell my darling wife right now,” Daemon smirks as he glances to his brother then Elys. “Tell me what exactly?” She questioned, fidgeting with her rings. She felt uneasy just at the sight of her husband’s features.

Viserys clears his throat, “There will be a bedding ceremony tomorrow night for the two of you” Elys’ eyes widen in shock. She opened her mouth but nothing came out; she was too baffled at what she was hearing.

“But why? Daemon and I already have had one when we wed, your Grace” To say Elys was confused was an understatement. “Yes, you have but that is tradition. This, however, was recommended to us as we know that you and Daemon do not lay in each other’s bed. The maesters have calculated your cycle and tomorrow is best for you”

“And who might have recommended this to you, your Grace” Elys’ eyes move to Daemon who sits there with a proud smirk on his face. That cunt. “Why me of course. Elys, I thing you underestimate me too much. I could not possibly allow my wife to live in nothing but luxury and royalty.”

~

“ivestragī īlva jiōragon bisa toliot se gaomagon lēda” Elys mutters as she takes off her robe. “aōhoso” Daemon smirks, his eyes trailing down his wife’s body. A sense of deja vu came over Daemon from their wedding night. However this was different. This time, his position in court was on the line. (let us get this over and done with) (as you wish)

“Enjoyed the show, my lords?” Elys called out as she rode out her high. A few mutters were heard from them. Daemon laughed at her remark, Elys could feel his vibrations underneath her as she couldn’t help but crack a smile. She could hear the movement of chairs indicating that the small council were leaving.

Elys leans her head against Daemon’s chest as a tired sigh leaves her mouth. Daemon gently took ahold of her arms and moved her to his side, her body covered by the sheets that he pulled up for her.

Her breathes calmed down as she fell into a slumber. The Targaryen prince stared down at his wife. How he regretted not making an effort to know her when they wedded. He moved a stray piece of hair out of her face to admire her beauty from up close.

~

6 months later….

A gentle kiss was placed on Elys’ neck by Daemon himself. “nyke missed ao” He whispers, his breath on her neck tickling her as she lets out a giggle, “Se lanta hen ao” His hands move down to her swollen belly. (i missed you) (the two of you)

[maryonaccross]

Dear fellow team green fans, I’ve finally managed to make a list of fanfictions on AO3 that every team green fan should read;

(Most of these aren’t aggressively team green but focus on team green characters and explore them in interesting and respectful ways )

Fist we have the holy trilogy:

1. Burning Jasmine by our national treasure @scalyfreaks and literally anything else that she writes (BJ is a beautifully written Aegon centric alteration of the dance of the dragons)

2. See, what happened was by @daylander1000 / Daylander on AO3 (the best Aemond centric fanfic I have ever read. If you dislike the strong boys and how Baela and Rhaena were done dirty in the show and love angsty preteens and “dark fluff” as the author herself describes it this is the jam)

3. All of @dulcewrites fanfictions are an absolute must for any team green fans (she handles the characters with such care and the humor is amazing)

Then we have the category that I like to call JUSTICE FOR ALICENT:

1. Springs end by Navree (long one shot that explores Alicent’s feelings at the beginning of her marriage to Viserys, beautifully written, I cried)

2. Give me back my girlhood it was mine first by JustA_Person (beautiful multi-chaptered fic that dives headfirst into Alicent’s depression at the beginning of her marriage and does not shy away from roasting the fuck out of Viserys and is currently heading towards a rekindling of the relationship between Alicent and Rhaenyra)

3. In your grave by 136108 (short but brilliant one shot on what Alicent should have told Viserys on his death bed)

Then we have Daemon and Viserys haters must read section staring;

1. Sins of the father by SelfProclaimedUnicorn ( ABSOLUTE MUST for any Daemon haters out there, this is the best there is. This fanfiction centers around two children Daemon has with Rhea Royce at the beginning of his marriage and follows them in their childhood and teenage years (the children are the same age as Rhaenyra and Alicent). This is one of the best written team green fanfictions I have ever read and it tells the story in such an intelligent and thought out way with some perfectly seasoned Daemon bashing sprinkled all over it. It also holds up so well considering that its plot is unlike any other team Green fanfiction out there and centers around characters that aren’t really explored enough. Oh and it also addresses the suffering Aemma went through trapped in marriage with Viserys which is always a great touch)

2. Out of the mouth of Babes by UnknownEnigma ( beautiful six chapter fanfiction exploring Aemonds relationships with Viserys that shows Viserys’ neglect and cruelty in all its glory and ends in a very satisfying way)

And then we have a few more brilliant fan fictions that I don’t really know how to sort into a category:

1. Lose your Ego by Fjlh (this series just started and is about Aegon USING HIS BRAIN and fighting for his claim. Very promising so far)

2. The sky is always red above Valyria au by Aifsaath (beautiful series of one shots about Aegon x Baela that explores the trauma of growing up with a father that maritally rapes your mother)

3. Lady Dreamfrye by Ai_Megurine (story about Sansa Stark being reborn as Helaena)

4. I’m never gonna love ( again ) by @crescenthoax (very interesting Aegon x oc fanfic )

5. My hand was the one you reached for by haught_hightower ( explores Alicent’s relationships with Criston and her children )

6. a poison tree by Juliet_Capulet ( very detailed and well written story about the younger brother of Daemon and Viserys returning to the capital with his daughter, after the death of his wife and witnessing Viserys’ brain dead decisions unraveling while forming a bond with his nieces and nephews. Full of Daemon and Viserys Bashing)

I hope you enjoy, it took me a real long while to find some of these gems

[themotherofblood]

Dear author, you don't know how happy I am to see that your ad requests are open. That said can I get an extremely romantic, overwhelming, passionate and rough smut with Daemon x Martell fem reader inspired by the song "Ang laga de", please?

you have no fucking idea how happy this ask made me, like kicking my legs and smiling like a lunatic happy. I have envisioned this very smut scene at least a hundred times. It is a little dark, both Daemon and Y/N are kinda crazy in this. Madly in love, literally

masterlist

smut, talks of murder, blood, loss of virginity, oral (f), more blood, fingering and evil daemon being a softie.

Daemon Targaryen x fem!Martell Reader

“I refuse to be your mistress!”

That is the last thing you had said to your beloved dragon prince.

The Dornish were said to be a shameless lot regardless, and here you fell for a married man.

The Rhoynish gods were laughing at your stupidity, there wasn’t even a lure placed for you to catch. You simply fell for him, hard.

What had been a month long endeavour to see your younger sister wed a distant Targaryen cousin. Turned to your own nightmare. You had never craved for something as much as you had Daemon Targaryen. His flirtatious deeds, bringing your flowers and trinkets had bouncing like a little girl. It was frustrating, you had tried courting before and yet it felt flat, you truly believed that men simply were not capable of pleasing you. Until he came along, him and that stupid red dragon that made you want Daemon even more

He became the thing you wanted to cry to the gods about, the sweets yours parents wouldn’t let you have or that fine silk dress that was far too big for you to wear. His niece Rhaenyra, also egged this fire further and not once had either of them mentioned that he was married! It was painful, really fucking painful, learning that his loyalty was sworn to another.

You’d spent nights unable to sleep on foreign beds, awake in the royal gardens of the Red Keep, where the prince kept you company till the sun graced the horizon and you had succumbed to slumber with your head in his lap. There was serenity, shared comfort that dwelled between the two of you. You had heard stories, counted first hand of the nights he’d spend in brothels with his whores. You didn’t care, you wanted him.

“I refuse to be your mistress.”

It was a lie, you would happily become his salacious secret should he have asked a second time. There was no dignity, no obligations or customs, to you there was just him and the one truth that boiled your blood hot. You had already given him a piece of you heart as you boarded the ship to return home. You wanted him to ask again, to whisk you away on his dragon and yet he allowed you the curtesy to return home with your honour intact.

“If there is anything the crown can provide for Dorne, do not hesitate.” Viserys coughed his words out as he presented his farewells to you in a crowded court

“Should I ask, you wouldn’t be able to provide it your grace.” You wandered, keeping your head low in respect for the man and your wants

“What is it that a king cannot provide,” Otto Hightower questioned, taking offence to your wording.

“Daemon Targaryen.” You stated, gasps echoed across the throne room. You had committed a crime, stained your honour for good. You didn’t care nor did you give Daemon a last look before boarding your ship.

Honour- what was it compared to feel of being in his arms? What was devotion if not sound of his voice relaying Valyrian poetry? What was love, if not your heart that drowned in his blood?

What was love- if not the letter of his wife’s untimely injury?

Rhea Royce, bedridden of her paralysis, remained frozen and useless to her husband.

There was much that Daemon Targaryen was capable of, much that you were capable of. The sheer fire that burned your passions would have soaked your own hands in Rhae Royce’s blood.

She didn’t love him.

You did.

Then came your brother, his stupid alliance and vengeance against the Targaryen’s was costing you your sanity, you had pleaded with him for weeks and then you succumbed to the insanity that perhaps there was venom in your heart for whoever kept you from your dragon prince.

It festered for days, the mirrors in your room painted with clay. Refusing to look at yourself until he laid eyes upon you as his wife.

You had sat at supper with your brother, his disappointment was clear. You wanted to lay with the enemy, if loving Daemon was treachery then you would happily lay your hands forwards retribution. There should have been sorrow, a searing burn of guilt- he was your family, your blood. You shared a cradle and a mother; nothing more. Your sweet brother, for now was thorn digging into your palm as you admired the flourishing bud of devotion. He had to be plucked out.

The forbidden subject was brought up once more, there wasn’t a request in sight but a demand from his brazen sister.

“Let me be his, let him have me.” A prayer, Qoren grew irate over your insolent behaviour.

He loved you dearly, his sweet sister who was blinded by the rage of love. He wouldn't allow it, claiming to chain you to your chamber if you made an attempt to contact him. You said nothing as you nibbled on your food, spatters of blood dripped onto your pie. You could feel your throat constricting and yet it was nothing compared to the agony you had been in without Daemon.

Qoren coughed profusely, blood dripping from his nose as his eyes widened at your betrayal. In truth he had betrayed you first, choosing to keep you away from the one thing you had ever truly wanted. You could taste the copper on your lips, corners of your eyes welling with tears as you ripped the small pendant from your neck; even with the antidote to the poison in your system. The despair never stopped.

An unpleasant event truly, yet what was anyone to do, Qoren had no heirs and your blood-bled mustard. In the true picture of your house’s words, you remained unbent; raging on in sheer will for one man.

Even tainted in blood, you wore white for him; to remain pure, awaiting him to paint you in the colours of his house

He will return for me, for my love

There was no assurance that he would fly to you, no evidence that Rhae Royce’s accident wasn’t a mere coincidence; yet your arrogance had you rubbing rose oil onto your skin.

My dragon would return to me, you were sure of it.

For days the men sworn to the Martells had sighted the skies day and night, all in hopes of seeing a red dragon looming over the palace. The very ladies that had dressed you since you were a child urged for you to see reason, men often toyed with naive noble ladies for their amusement. He hadn't toyed with you, you were his cherished doll, one he stole because he simply could.

“Princess,” A young squire heaved, a folded parchment in between his fingers. Sealed with a three-headed dragon.

Your wish was my command princess.

Even without a name, the curls on his lettering were indicative enough an answer for you.

He had indeed harmed Rhea Royce for you, just as you had killed your brother Qoren for him. In your heart, you knew he would find you soon; just as your orders for exotic flowers and wines were distributed to merchants, people in your household began to whisper of your delusions.

Then the black skies graced your hopes, almost taunting all those who questioned your faith in him. The moon, full as is lit the ocean in its milky glow, from those very black skies came your faith. Loud whistles of a dragon echoed through Old Palace. Yet another young squire mumbled out in laboured breaths.

You smiled to yourself as your ladies sat in silent shock, their efforts in dressing you in white and gold would bear fruit tonight. Their feet sprung to action, the jangles from their anklets were muffled in your ears, and you just smiled to yourself. You hiked you skirts up as you skipped down the corridor, the jangles on your gold anklets seemed to have been cursing everybody who questioned you.

The doors to the Old Palace opened as Daemon Targaryen rode in on horseback, and along with him came a small entourage. He sat tall atop his horse, finally a Targaryen worthy of conquering Dorne. You were sure your ancestors were screaming bloody murder, shunning you and wishing you ill will, and yet as you stood at the enterance of the Old Palace, your father’s name meant nothing infront of the man you loved.

“In a bustling court you asked for me, may all see; I have arrived.” Daemon proclaimed as he stood with his arms out. You feet hurried down the steps, hoping to grace him with an eternal embrace and yet he raised his hand to stop you dead in your tracks

“I applaud you, for a devotion even I was unknown to. You stripped yourself bare of your honour and dignity for a relationship you had no right over.” He retorted, you couldn’t understand was her perturbed? Is that what he was here for, to lecture you?

“What reasoning do you have for this madness?”

“Love.” You stated, even the word in itself felt lacking for the true tempest that swirled in your environs. It had to be bigger, all consuming.

“The one revolts against the mightiest of dragons, that love,” You walked towards him “The one that fearlessly professes her devotion at court, that love.”

“When she sees her beloved and forgets her family, that love.” You eyes glossed over, consuming your skin in wild fire, begging him to claim you already

His hands harshly grasped your forearms, shaking sense into your as he spoke.

“The Faith and my brother’s court will never see you as one of theirs,” He warned.

“I accept.” You smiled.

“Marrying me would have you walking on fire!” He reasoned, hoping you would back away; a flower far to delicate for him to touch. He would give his life for you to not wither.

“I accept.” You nodded.

“I have a wife, Rhea.” He grimaced at the thought of his bronze bitch “I shall never be able to provide you the title of my first wife.” His hand trailed up to hold your cheek, stroking away the moisture that had looked below your eyes.

“Taking my name as yours will bring nothing but notoriety.” He kissed you cheek.

“I accept.”

“Then let it be known, the world would remember us as one,” He moved backwards gesturing towards the priest in his entourage.

“The Watergardens,” You stated, gesturing your servants to lead the priest to the location.

Daemon had allowed you moments alone, your household torn over what was happening. While many sighed in relief, perhaps you would finally eat; let life make your skin glow yet again. The storm gave away and your lamp was still burning bright. He presented you with a head piece made of khaki cloth, amber and rubies with stray pieces of shells. You handmaidens were quick with it, pinning it onto your hair as Daemon made his arrangements. Caraxes looked over the Watergardens, whistling just as ecstatically as his rider as he perched himself on the beach mount.

The universe seemed to have been in agreement of your emotions, the wind on the beach picked up; cooling your overwhelmed and hot skin. The skies were clear, twinkling in stars and the full moon as the complimented the low tided waves crashing ashore. Your own servants had been quick, decorating the gardens with yellow and red candles and exotic Bravosi flower arrangements placed on vases. Daemon awaited you by the shore line.

Your hands held a dhanuchi, clay burners that held sizzling coal pieces accompanied with sandalwood. You hiked your skirts up, walking towards Daemon, counting your steps as your bare feet hit the sand, you were trying your hardest to breathe; he stood their awaiting you looking as galant as the day he received you at the Blackwater ports, it was from that day you knew your fate would be painted black in his name.

Daemon turned, toying with a black obsidian dagger as his eyes softened the second he saw you. He held his hand out for you take as you stopped next to him, placing the dhanuchi at the alter.

“This will hurt,” He whispered, gesturing to the dragon glass daggers. You shook your head, no pain would compare to the three moons you had spent without him. He lifted the edge against your bottom lip, drawing blood as he gently slashed a cut, he guided your hands to do the same. The taste of copper filled your mouth, a stinging sensation ran through your lips; one you knew would only soothe once you felt his lips on yours.

Blood of two, joined as one

You cut a gash on your palm, wincing as blood trickled to the surface; Daemon did the same with his before grasping your bloodied palm within his. The priest wrapped a silk across your palms, your lover’s lilac eyes held concern for your pains and yet wild adoration. You were to be his. Blood began to trickle into the cup of wine placed under you as the priest continued.

Ghostly flame and a song of shadows

Daemon marked your forehead with his blood, you followed his lead as the priest instructed the symbol you drew, he then offered you the cup of wine laced with your blood. You eyes never once left Daemon’s as you sipped on the strong wine before giving him the cup to do the same.

Two hearts as embers, forged in the fourteen fires

His hands came to rest at your cheek, both growing restless of the vows as he wiped the dripping blood from your lips.

A future promised in glass, the stars stand witness.

You pulled yourself closer to him, one might say you were dazed from the blood loss, in truth it was Daemon’s lilac eyes, how his hands caressed your skin. The wanting fires that engulfed the alter seeming leave everything in ashes but the two of you.

The vows spoken through time, of light and darkness.

He whispered along with the priest.

There was no shame in the way your lips crashed against one another, you tasted his blood on your tongue and yet his hands scorched your skin, almost consuming your body whole as his hands wandered everywhere as his lips claimed you. A stray tear fell from your eyes as your held onto his face, letting his tongue explore yours. You couldn’t breathe from the passion of it all, not that you cared; you life was now his to do with as he pleased.

You rested on Daemon’s lap as he lounged on your window bed, working a healers poultice on the cut of his palm, still lingering in the after effects of wedding. His hands gently returned the favour as he wrapped yours in gauze, you prayed that it would scar; it was a testament for your devotion.

“There- all fixed sweet wife.” Daemon whispered, nudging his nose against your cheek. Heat immediately rose to you cheek as you looked away, you were his wife.

You shuffled off of him, you walked to the steaming dhanuchi that you had carried back to your bed chambers, you bed chambers smelled sweet from it aroma. You had lit in hopes of being blessed by the fertitly goddess, that your marriage remaind pure and secure for eternity. You pushed you skirts always as you climbed onto your bed, letting the steam grace and bless your bed with your unconditional wish.

You dropped the burner on the floor after, letting it submerge the room in its sweet smoke. You awaited your husband as he rid himself of his tunic, you shuffled closer as you sat on your knees. Admiring his toned body and taking account for every battle scar on his skin that you would spend the rest of your life healing with your love.

“Will- will you bed me now, husband?” You whispered, your lips dangerously closer to his, begging for another kiss.

“Oh, I plan to do more than just bedding you.” His lips moulded against yours once more as his hands tugged on the ties of your blouse.

“I conquer Dorne tonight,” He teased, peppering kisses to your temple down to you cheek. He pushed you back on the bed, almost immediately pouncing on top.

He grasped your wrists with one hand, pushing them above your head as he laid siege upon your neck. Laying warm- wet kisses and bruising nips at your neck; his hair tickling at your bare skin as your squirmed underneath him. There was no reasoning to the gentle throb that began pulsing at your core- you rubbed your thigh closer to make it halt. He pushed aside your unlaced blouse, your chest heaved as he suckled on your breast, pulling and licking the hardening pebble in his mouth.

You back arched if the bed, pushing your chest into his mouth, small open mouthed gasps left your mouth as his fingers danced past your navel; yanking on the fastening strings of skirts. His hands pushing your skirts and small clothes down at once, unwrapping you like present as your laid in his ordered positioning.

You succumbed to your exposure, you moved your head in shame, opting to look out at the glaring moon as it witnessed your de-flowerinng. Daemon took offence to your actions, using his fingers to guide your chin towards him as he groaned in disapproval.

“Three moons apart and you dare look away from me?” Daemon cocked his brow at you, freeing your hands as he ventured lower on your body.

“I- forgive me, my prince.” You whispered, your lungs refraining you from speaking any louder

“Husband,” He corrected as he pushed you legs apart.

“Husband.” You mewled in shame as his fingers stroked your folds that looked by the minute. His lips latched onto your inner left thigh, sucking and nipping at the skin.

All the while his eyes remained devious yet absurdly comforting, the two fingers that drew circles on your thighs or a small groans he left against your skin, indicative of how much he was truly enjoying himself. Just for his own satisfaction he marked your thighs at several spots, leaving darkening marks for you to reminisce over in the coming fortnight.

You felt intoxicated, revelling in the way his tongue wet your outer folds before indulging in the saccharine delight that was your cunt, a shameless moan echoed through your bed chambers as you felt his tongue flicking at a much sensitive spot. He moaned against your mound the second your taste hit his tongue.

His palm, large enough to lay flat over your soft belly to hold you flush a against the bed as he took his liberties, lapping at your like his last meal had been consumed days before. His eyes bore into yours, his own demeanour turning to command, strumming the pleasures of your body to his own rhythm.

“Such a sweet delight,” He complimented, mostly to distract you from his finger easing into your tightness. You immediately clenched down on the intrusion. “This shall ease the discomfort.” He elaborated before spitting onto your folds

Your head fell backwards in shame, focusing on the comforting caresses in your torso as Daemon plunged his finger in knuckle deep. You couldn't take the prolonging tasks no longer. You whined, pawing at Daemon’s trousers.

“Please, please have me already.” You begged, you wanted to feel him within you. You could careless of the pain or discomfort, you just wanted to be one

“Take them off,” He instructed, your hands immediately worked on unbuttoning his pants, before digging your fingers into her rear to pull them down. His cock- that thing hung pliant between his legs. Part of you looked up at him curiously, and the other half wondered how your envious would engulf such a monstrosity. Your eyes silently asked for permission, to which Daemon simply stroked your hair as your wrapped your hand around the warm appendage. You were unsure of what to do.

“Stroke it, gently.” He guided you as you followed, feeling his cock twitch in your hands as you moved your hands back and forth. His tip soon glistened in moisture leaking from within. All Daemon could think of were your sweet lips wrapped around his cock and yet there was an eternity to teach you of the pleasures of the flesh. “Good girl,” He cooed.

He urged you to lay back against the pillows, working his length to harden to its full potential. He hesitated, having taken many maiden heads before, he needed this to be delicate as he tore through yours. He circled his tip at your sensitive rose bud before pushing at your entrance. You gasped out loud, letting you arms wrap around his shoulders as he inched forwards.

The stretch of his efforts shot a stinging sche through your pelvis, and he halted. Kissing your cheek and cooing at you in an attempt to alleviate even a fraction of the discomfort you were in. He advanced all the way in, hoping to let your ride out the waves of pain; you cried out louder and yet there was a little more left to go

“Look at me, just me. I shall make it better.” He groaned, hoping to suppress his own pleasures that coursed through his body, your tightness strangling his cock with threats of nearly milking him dry before anything had even begun. He felt selfish for feeling bliss as you silently wept underneath him, he caressed your cheek, the thing he held onto as his lips kissed your face. Peppering kisses to your forehead and your lips, over and over again as he inched forward

“Dae-” You shrieked as he finally bottomed out within you, the pressure of the stretch making your eyes well in more tears. You pulled yourself closer to him, trying to muffle your weeps on the crook of his neck. His arm reaches under you to support your neck. His deeper voice whispered encouragements as he awaited you to adjust to the pain.

“Look at how well you take me,” He whispered in between kisses that he pressed in your temples “Made just for me, aren't you? My sweet little wife.”

“Just for you,” You sniffled, letting yourself rest back against the pillows.

There was a humiliating familiarity in the way your aches encouraged your actions, you shuffled underneath him. Hoping to get him to move and yet he solely focused on doting on your body.

“Husband-” You whimpered, making his eyes shoot to you as they were focused on where the two of you were connected just moments before. He hummed in acknowledgement

“Can you- um please.” You stuttered, almost frustrated at yourself for losing your wording this easy.

“You have to tell me sweet wife, show me what you need.” He asked, urging his will into your answer.

“Please move- I need you to move.” You requested, he smiled before angling his hips backwards; hissing wantonly in the process and you mewled under him. There was pain within the first few thrusts and yet the deranged tendencies of your blood milked pleasure from the pain that subsided to a subtle pressure in your belly.

Daemon lost his composure, uttering vulgarities in your ear; the most obscene of sentences paired with the sweets of names he had picked for you.

“Perfect little hole, taking me so well,” He’d compliment one minute.

“Should have fucked this cunt the first day I laid eyes on you sweet girl,” The next he’d complain of the things he’d regretted.

He held your jaw, a feral smirk adoring his lips as he took your apart, your bangles clicking as your body bounced with his determined thrusts.

“Daemon!” You shrieked, such hurtful pleasure causing you to bed for such sinful things

“Just like that, scream your husband’s name.” He grunted, “Let all of Dorne know who owns this pretty body. Go on tell me.”

“You do, you do.” Cries poured from your lips as you held onto his forearms. “My Daemon,” You moaned as pulled yourself up to kiss his lips.

“Yes, yes sweet girl. All yours.” His deviant smile widened. Your cunt began to flutter around him, such flattery could mean just one thing as Daemon pushed his pelvis against yours, his thrusts grinding at your nub.

“That’s it, just lay there and take my seed,” He growled, his playing again harshly grasping your jaw to make you look at him.

“Dae- Daemon!” The ever impending storm began to paw at your insides,

Not long now- “I want it, I want babes and so much more. Please, please.” You begged to hope that itch would finally give way, and so it did. With no warning and only a scream of your husband’s name, your body erupted in ecstasy.

Daemon groaned out loud, muttering praises of your name, good girl, his sweet girl. Yes, you were. All for him as you loomed on a cloud perched high above the ground, you only registered Daemon’s thrusts faltering and warm filling your core, and then you felt Daemon’s caresses on your skin as you coaxed your heaving body to stability.

“Still with me?” He whispered against your hair and all you could muster was a lazy nod against his chest. You hissed feeling his cock leave your opening, he pushed you through it all. Letting his body weight do the work for you as he pulled himself to sit up along with you.

You finally opened your eyes, blinking away stray tears as he wiped at the trails of moisture on your cheeks. He bundled your exhausted body against his as he lifted you off your bed, walking you along to your chaise before wrapping a spare blanket against both your bodies, almost rocking your vulnerable body to a humming under his breath.

Maids poured into the clear martial bed, they all frowned at the image of their beloved Lady Martell curled against a dragon without a care as you nuzzled against him. Daemon snapped his fingers at them as they began to carry the bloodied sheets away, gesturing to the corner of the room for them to leave it behind. He planned to gift it to his brother’s council, as a warning.

There was nothing anybody could refuse Daemon Targaryen from- that and that he had a new wife. A wife of his choice, a wife he intended on loving until his death bed.

[juniorfor2]

I keep seeing people, even those supporting Team Black, say that Rhaenyra really shouldn’t have had bastards, because it would “disrupt the realm and will cause problems,” and it’s irritating me, because it is ignorant of GRRM’s ENTIRE POINT about the Velaryon boys.

It NEVER mattered whether or not Jace, Luke, or Joff were bastards. They could have been as true born as any true born could be, from the best and most noble family, and it wouldn’t have mattered. They would ALWAYS be called bastards. Whether Rhaenyra married Daemon or Laenor or Harwin or Jason Lannister or Cregan Stark, they would be called such in every scenario.

If Rhaenyra had married Daemon, guess what, they would be bastards because Daemon was married to Rhea before and who cares about annulments or whatever, or they MUST have been conceived out of wedlock, or they’d be as cruel as Maegor and couldn’t be allowed to rule. Oh, but what if she married Laenor and had true born kids with silver hair and a darker skin color? Guess what, she actually had them with Corlys because Laenor couldn’t get it up - OR, they are Laenor’s kids but that means they’ll also be gay and turn the Keep into a brothel, which obviously can’t be allowed to happen. She marries Harwin? They don’t look Targaryen, and are actually Strongs by name, and really Rhaenyra probably invited other men into their bed and had their children, can’t allow them to take over. She marries Cregan Stark? Same thing, and having a king who keeps to Northern gods would be blasphemy - and the kids aren’t true born because the marriage vows weren’t by the Faith, and what if they keep to the northern gods as well??? No way. She marries Jason Lannister? Once again, should be Lannisters, don’t look like Targaryens, and can’t allow such a power-hungry man to take over. Even if she had married GWAYNE FUCKING HIGHTOWER, the narrative would still be that Rhaenyra is such a whore that she must have tried to go behind his back and have bastards.

Do you see how no matter who she marries, you could still accuse Jace, Luke, and Joff of being bastards, or non-Targaryens by their looks and mother? Do you see how you can cast any narrative you want if you try hard enough, regardless of the truth? DO YOU SEE WHAT GRRM’S POINT IS NOW????? DO YOU SEE THAT IT NEVER MATTERED WHETHER THEY WERE TRUEBORN OR BASTARDS IN TRUTH, BECAUSE THE GREENS WOULD CALL THEM BASTARDS NO MATTER WHAT?

Even if the Velaryon boys were bastards, what problems would it cause if the ENTIRE REALM believes they’re legitimate? What then? What happens when no one cares about the truth, because Rhaenyra, Laenor, Coryls, Rhaenys, and Viserys ALL said the kids were legitimate? What happens when the boys are so diplomatic and good that the lords don’t have a reason to revolt against them specifically? What happens when Rhaenyra and Daemon and Laena raise their children so well that they love each other without animosity or belief that they should usurp one another? What happens then?

I’m about to give you the most shocking answer of your life, so please bear with me -

It’s nothing.

Nothing happens.

I know right, none of ya’ll can believe it. Too shocking to be true.

Yet somehow, if we all just read the fucking book, it becomes pretty obvious that this is exactly what happened. Rhaenyra had 53 houses to Aegon’s 28, which clearly meant her being a woman or having bastards didn’t affect much. In fact, Alicent and Otto failed so badly at convincing everyone of their story, that Criston Cole, one of their biggest supporters, couldn’t even keep it straight (although I suppose that’s not saying much, considering how stupid all of them were).

And somehow, somehow, Aegon is never once even mentioned hating his elder brothers and wishing to start a succession crisis. Because it’s almost like he loved his family, and was so traumatized and depressed by losing them that he never recovered. Crazy how that works. Crazy how families can actually love each other.

The Velaryon boys being bastards never mattered. They didn’t give Rhaenyra a single problem, because they never were a problem. GRRM’s point wasn’t “bastardy matters and we should all make decisions and opinions based on it,” it was “bastardy is a social construct that anyone can be labeled with if you try hard enough, so maybe we shouldn’t be making decisions based on such a flimsy, thrown around label.” There’s a bit more to it if you then relate the message to Rhaenyra and the patriarchy, but that’s the main essence of it.

Does that it explain it enough? Is the message finally through? Cause it seemed pretty clear from GRRM, yet somehow almost nobody got it, and I’ll never know how.

[kckt88]

Another Plane of Existence.

Summary:

The aftermath of Vaera suffering complications.

Warning(s): Language, Traveling, Time Skips.

Word Count: 2260.

Author Note: A companion piece to Courtship/Wedding & Consummation/Bath Time/Arrival(s)/Mother & Father/Petitions & Final Tributes/The Hand, The King & The Dragon/Dragonstone/Blood & Cheese/A Time for Grief/ Rooks Rest & the Silver King/The Gullet/Taking of a City/Harrenhal and the Rivers/The Gods Eye/The Fallen Queen/New Beginnings/Ravenous & Don't Leave Me.

But can be read as a one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Vaera wasn’t entirely sure what was going on.

One minute she was writhing around her bed in agony surrounded by Maester’s and midwives, the next she was in the throne room, watching her grandsire Viserys as he stood over Daemon.

“We were young men. She is just a girl. Your niece” raged Viserys.

“Rhaenyra is a woman grown, better her first experience be with me then some whore” replied Daemon smugly.

‘So, Daemon was always a cunt’

“You fucking-You have ruined her. What Lord would wed her now in this condition?” raged Viserys as he knelt down and wrapped his hands around Daemon’s throat.

“Who gives a fuck what some Lord thinks, you are a dragon, your word is truth and law”.

“I have spent a lifetime defending you. But your heart is even blacker than I thought, I should disinherit her, as I already did you and be done with it” said Viserys.

“Wed he too me. When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Rhaenyra, I’ll take her as she is and wed her in the tradition of our house”.

“Your already wed” exclaimed Viserys.

“That didn’t stop Aegon the conqueror from taking a second wife” replied Daemon.

Viserys hesitated for a moment, almost as if he was disbelieving what his brother was actually saying.

But then he drew his dagger and placed it at Daemon’s throat.

“You are no conqueror, you are a plague, sent to destroy me” snarled Viserys.

“Give me Rhaenyra to take to wife, and we will return the house of the dragon to it’s proper glory” whispered Daemon, his eyes never leaving Viserys.

“Of course, it’s not my daughter you lust for, it’s my throne” said Viserys.

‘Technically Daemon did lust after her mother, but he also wanted war and chaos’.

Next Vaera was standing in the council chambers.

“I have decided, to take a new wife” said Viserys as he looked over at Rhaenyra.

Gods her mother was so young. She was beautiful.

“I intend to marry, the Lady Alicent Hightower, before springs end".

“This is an absurdity” said Corlys as he rose from the table.

“Lord Corlys I-“

“My house is Valyrian, the greatest power in the realm” said Corlys.

“-And I am your King” replied Viserys.

Corlys stormed out of the council chambers.

Vaera wanted to follow her grandsire, but she couldn’t. She could only stand there rooted to the spot and watch as the tears rolled down her young mothers face.

Suddenly the council faded and Vaera was standing in another room. Well lit and filled with the sounds of children.

‘I remember this room’.

Vaera looked around the room and spotted her younger self, sitting in the corner alone, drawing.

Jace and Luke were huddled together next to Harwin Strong.

The door opened and her mother walked in followed by Ser Laenor.

‘Father’.

“Mother. Come and see” shrieked Luke in excitement.

“Ahh that looks like a fun game” replied Rhaenyra.

Laenor patted Luke gently on the head before he came over to Vaera.

“What are you drawing little dragon?” asked Laenor as he crouched down.

“A seahorse” replied Vaera.

“It’s beautiful” said Laenor smiling brightly.

“I drew it for you” exclaimed Vaera.

“Well, I shall treasure it my little dragon, as I do all of your other drawings”.

Vaera watched her younger self smile sweetly at Laenor and then continue to babble endlessly about everything and anything.

Laenor ever the good father, listened patiently and always offered his own thoughts, when Vaera eventually took a breath of course.

‘How I miss him. He would have been an excellent grandsire’.

But once again the room began to fade away. The voice of her father growing more distant.

Now Vaera was standing in the gardens, she could hear the sound of muffled sobs lingering through the air.

‘Oh my, Aemond is that you’?

Vaera silently observed her younger self approaching Aemond as he hid in one of the overgrown bushes in the garden.

“W-What’s wrong?” asked Vaera.

“They all laugh at me” sobbed Aemond.

“They laugh at me too” replied Vaera sadly.

“I-I’m not a true Targaryen, I don’t have a dragon”.

“I don’t have a dragon either, it doesn’t make us any less” said Vaera.

“What does it make us?” asked Aemond.

“It makes us more” replied Vaera.

Aemond wrinkled his nose in confusion.

“Mayhaps, we belong to other dragons, we just don’t know it yet” said Vaera.

“You really believe that?”

“Of course, in my heart I know that one day I will fly and so will you” replied Vaera softly.

Aemond cocked his head to the side for a moment as he thought about what Vaera had said.

“What do you have there?”

“It’s a honey cake, I stole it from the kitchens. Would you like some” said Vaera sweetly.

Aemond looked up at her and wiped the tears away from his cheeks.

“I would thank you”.

Vaera smiled and sat next Aemond. They didn’t speak again; they just silently enjoyed each other’s company as they ate the stolen honey cake.

‘Back then I had no idea that this sweet shy little boy would one day become the love of my life’.

‘We were so innocent back then, with no idea what fate had instore for us’.

Then Vaera was standing over Aemond as he was laid on his bed weeping, the left side of his face covered by thick bandages.

"Prince Aemond's recovery will be long and painful, Your Grace"

"How many more procedures must he endure?" asked Alicent.

"I'm afraid I cannot say Your Grace. Only time will tell".

Alicent took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"Come now Alicent, the boy needs to rest" urged Otto.

'He was so young. He didn't deserve to have his eye taken'

Vaera then began to move rapidly through other events that had happened in the Red Keep, Aemond's frustration over having to relearn the most simplest of tasks, his training with Criston, her return to the Red Keep, seeing each other for the first time since Driftmark, their courtship, their wedding, the birth of Aemon and Rhaegar, their joy as parents and their worst nightmare as their sweet boy was taken from them.

The tears rolled down Vaera’s cheeks as she watched her younger self cradling the body of her first-born son.

“Our boy. They took our boy” wailed Vaera as she clutched Aemon’s body.

Suddenly a blinding flash of light engulfed the room and Vaera jumped to cover her face.

When they light dissipated, Vaera looked around the room, which was now empty. No blood. No bodies. Nothing.

It was an empty void in the midst of chaos.

“Mama”

Vaera whirled around and her heart almost stopped when she came face to face with Aemon.

Her sweet boy, her first born son, stood smiling as he held Rhaegar’s stuffed dragon teddy in his hand.

“A-Aemon” sobbed Vaera as she launched herself at her son and began peppering kisses all over his tiny face.

“Mama” squealed Aemon happily.

“My little dragon” cried Vaera, as she closed her eyes and breathed in her sons scent.

“What’s wrong?” asked Aemon.

“I’m sorry I didn’t protect you” sobbed Vaera.

“No mama, it wasn’t your fault” replied Aemon quietly.

“I-I should have fought harder to save you”.

“But mama I saved you and Rhaegar.” said Aemon.

“I know you did and I’m so proud of you. Oh, my sweet boy I miss you so much”.

“I’m always with you and daddy” said Aemon brightly.

Vaera nodded her head and quickly wiped away her tears, she didn’t know how long she would have with Aemon but would savour every single second.

“Come on mama, there’s somewhere else we need to go” urged Aemon as he took her hand and led her down the darkened corridor.

The sounds of children laughing and playing soon filled her ears. They were in the gardens on a warm summers day.

“It’s a nice day” said Aemon smiling as he watched his siblings chasing each other round the gardens.

Vharla was perched under the tree reading to Jaerys, and Caelan was sitting with Rhaegar.

“A-Are they?-“ muttered Vaera as she watched two small identical twin girls race past her.

“The last of your babes, Saeryna and Daenys, they will give daddy lots of headaches when they get older,” laughed Aemon.

“I’m sure your father will be able to handle it” said Vaera.

“Eww gross Aegar, don’t put that on me” squealed Maella as her brother threw a worm at her.

“It’s only a worm” replied Aegar.

“You’re a worm” said Maella sticking her tongue out.

“Not my fault your such a baby”.

“I’m not a baby” exclaimed Maella.

“Yes, you are” snapped Aegar as he ran away.

Vaera chuckled to herself as she stood watching her children.

This is what she envisioned when she said she wanted as many children as her body would allow. Her own siblings barely looked her way unless they had to, and she had spent so much of her childhood alone. She didn’t want that for her children, sure they squabbled and Aegar liked to throw worms at his sister, but at least they had each other.

“Time to go mama” whispered Aemon as he again took her hand.

They were back in the throne room, only this time it wasn’t Viserys who she saw.

Vaera stared at the man sitting on the Iron Throne, the conquerors crown resting against his long silver hair.

He had a small silver haired boy on his knee, who looked no older than three name days old.

“Who is that?” asked Vaera.

“That is my brother and his son” replied Aemon.

“Rhaegar” exclaimed Vaera her eyes wide with surprise.

“My brother will be a good King and so will his son Aemon”.

“He names his son for you?” asked Vaera.

“-And father of course” said Aemon smiling.

Suddenly an icy dread filled Vaera’s stomach. Rhaegar looked no older than twenty and if he was King, what had happened to Aegon.

“W-What about Aegon?” asked Vaera.

“He abdicated and Rhaegar was crowned King just after he turned eight and ten,”

“That’s only six name days away” exclaimed Vaera.

“Don’t worry mama, Rhaegar will be ok. He’ll have you and daddy to guide him”.

The throne room began to fade away and soon Vaera as back in her chambers that she shared with Aemond.

“Idañnykeā perzyssy” said Aemon as he stared at his father (Twin flames).

Aemond was a shadow of his former self, his hair dishevelled and knotted, his clothes creased and unkempt.

“Aemond” whispered Vaera.

“Without you he’s losing the will to live” said Aemon sadly.

“No. H-He can’t” exclaimed Vaera.

“He can’t live without you. Daddy’s heart beats for no other”.

Aemond was knelt down by the side of the bed, clasping her hand in his. The scarred side of his face pressed into the mattress, as he cried.

“It’s time for me to go” whispered Aemon, as he gently ran his hand down his father’s head.

“Please. Come back to me” begged Aemond.

“I-I don’t want to leave you alone” muttered Vaera.

“Oh mama, I’m not alone” whispered Aemon as he turned towards the door and waved.

Vaera looked up and saw Helaena waving back, Jaehaerys and Maelor standing beside her.

“Helaena” sobbed Vaera.

“You need to go back” said Helaena as she watched Aemond place a gentle kiss on Vaera’s head.

“Please my love”

“B-But Aemon he-“

“-Will be waiting for you and Aemond, but it’s not your time” replied Helaena sweetly.

“Daddy needs you more than I do” whispered Aemon.

“Hear my voice my love.”

“I love you so much” said Vaera as she wrapped her arms around Aemon and held him close.

“-And I love you mama. Go back and be with daddy, I don’t like hearing him cry,” said Aemon as the sobs of Aemond grew louder and louder.

Vaera nodded as Aemon took hold of Helaena’s hand and they faded away.

She didn’t want him to go, but she knew she couldn’t stay.

Aemon was right, Aemond needed her and so did their other children.

If this wasn’t her time, then she needed to go back.

So Vaera took a deep breath and climbed onto the bed.

Aemond had managed to fall asleep with his face pressed into the crook of Vaera’s neck.

But something moved against his hand, and he jerked awake.

Aemond stared in shock as Vaera’s fingers were moving.

At first, he thought he was imagining it, but then Vaera’s eyes began to flutter.

“V-Vaera” exclaimed Aemond.

Is she waking up? That’s it my sweet. Come back to me. You can do it.

“Vaera. Issa dōna ābrazȳrys” gasped Aemond (My sweet wife).

“A-A-Ae-m-mond” stuttered Vaera as she finally opened her eyes.

“I’m here my love. I’m here” whispered Aemond.

“L-lo-ve y-you-”

“-And I love you. It’s so good to hear your voice” cried Aemond.

“A-Aemon, he was here with Helaena” muttered Vaera.

“What?” exclaimed Aemond.

“I saw them, and I saw Rhaegar as King” said Vaera.

“Hush my love-“ said Aemond as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“I swear it, he was here. I-I can prove it, the names you’ve picked for the girls”.

“I haven’t picked any names” said Aemond.

“Yes, you have, deep down, you know what you would like to call them, you were just waiting for me to wake up”.

“Tell me” urged Aemond curiously.

“Saeryna and Daenys” replied Vaera firmly.

“H-How did-“ exclaimed Aemond.

“Like I said, Aemon was here. He told me”.

The logical side of Aemond wanted to argue that what his wife was saying was impossible, that it was just a lucky guess on her part, but he couldn’t.

The look in her eyes told him all he needed to know.

Their son had been there.

[starkdirewolflove]

House of the Dragon

Baela is talking with Corlys at the docks and reminiscing about her grandmother and the love Corlys had for her and his great journeys. He’s despondent and rejects Rhaenyra’s offer as Hand but Baela sets him straight that Rhaenys was more than just his wife that he lost: she was a princess, a dragon rider, a warrior, the queen who should have been and she died a dragon riders death, just as Laena did and just as Baela wants. She will see Rhaenyra on the iron throne no matter what. Corlys is inspired by his granddaughter and wants to name her heir but she is fire and blood and says the driftwood throne should pass to salt and sea. He accepts the badge.

At Kingslanding Rhaenyra’s handmaiden Elinda is on her secret mission, she gets a gold cloak to let her into the city by telling him she works for the white worm. She goes to a house and I think the woman she meets was one of the maids in the red keep.

Alicent sits by Aegon’s bed and he’s in bad shape, a broken leg and half his body is burned. Aemond is standing before the iron throne and Haeleana is there, she asks him “was it worth the cost?” She probably dreamt the outcome of the battle. I’m interested to see what their relationship is like, I don’t think we’ve ever seen those two speak to each other before.

Back in the Riverlands and Daemon’s scorched earth mission with the Blackwoods has backfired. All the riverlords come to Harrenhal in the night to berate Daemon for the crimes the Blackwoods have committed against the smallfolk and the holy places, Daemon starts hallucinating Laena again and starts to feel guilty for how badly he’s fucked up. The riverlords will not support a tyrant who orders children murdered in front of their mother.

Back to Dragonstone and Rhaenyra is sending Ser Alfred to treat with Daemon and see how he’s progressing in the riverlands and if he’s decided to accept her as his queen.

Jace arrives back and mother and son have a long discussion/debate about their next steps. Rhaenyra has been reading about Queen Visenya, Vhagar first rider and wielder of Dark Sister, Jace doesn’t think Rhaenyra should try to emulate her and Rhaenyra is sick of being told to stay behind because she’s a woman. She knows Jace wants to fight and so does she, they discuss Aemond being in charge now and he won’t wait to strike, Syrax is smaller but quicker and Vhagar is already wounded from her battle with Meyles. Jace comes up with a plan to find riders for Vermithor and Silverwing as House Targaryen has descendants in other parts of Westeros and they could help turn the war in their favour. “It’s a mad plan,” Rhaenyra says but it’s the best they’ve got along with a massive load of scrolls and records to sift through.

I’m guessing the Sowing of the Dragonseeds will happen next week. Can’t wait to see the Bronze Fury up close.

I think Alicent is starting to get a better idea of how Rhaenyra felt in Kingslanding when Viserys was still alive, she may have had power and position but without her father to prop her up she’s easily dismissed even by her own son and lover. I also think she’s seeing Cole as the faithless, hypocrite he is instead of the gallant knight he pretends to be. He thought he was offering Rhaenyra the world by asking her to give up the crown and her inheritance to run away with him to Asshai and be a farmers wife, now he’s decided Alicent is too pure and delicate to preside over a war council. As if she’s gonna be in the field of battle herself and see the atrocities up close. She’s also starting to realise what a monster she’s created in Aemond the kinslayer.

[allfortheaesthetic]

people on tiktok and twitter are the most purposely obtuse people that i have ever seen.

and with the things people keep saying about blood & cheese, it has only gotten worse. now if what people are saying is true i am going to be unhappy, but people are still using it to misconstrue the past events of driftmark when aemond lost his eye.

people have started placing blame on alicent and criston for not being there and while i do agree that the adults have a lot of blame in this incident it is not there. alicent was not there because she was in bed. where the kids were SUPPOSED TO BE. just because she is their mother does not mean that she needs to be awake 24/7 watching them. notice how viserys is not getting any of the blame there?

people are saying that since criston’s a kingsguard he should’ve been there since he is supposed to protect the whole family, and that is partially true. he is supposed to protect the whole family, but he is sworn to ALICENT, which means that when she is asleep he is supposed to keep watch over her. he cannot possibly watch every single member of the family at once, which is why there are multiple members of the kingsguard. this means that there should have been another member of the kingsguard assigned to the kids unless viserys never bothered, which i would not be surprised by.

now onto alicent asking aegon where he was. i do not agree with her here, but people are not understanding why she did this.

1. all of the children besides aegon and helaena (and joffrey) were there, so why wasn’t aegon? because he was drunk and passed out. now that doesn’t mean that he should be punished for being asleep like he was supposed to be, but when your younger son lost an eye when he got 4 v 1’d it might be a little irritating that the reason your oldest wasn’t there is because he was passed out drunk. still not his fault.

2. alicent has been trying to make aegon see the danger that he and his siblings are in and trying to make him take responsibility to protect them as the oldest and he has resisted and now he has “failed” and aemond lost an eye. agree with her actions or not, but she is trying to save her children’s lives even if it backfires.

now rhaenyra and daemon. people get upset that rhaenrya gets blame when alicent doesn’t. and while i get that since they both shouldn’t have to watch their children sleep to make sure they don’t get up to anything after they’ve been sent to bed, i do think people need to remember that their situations are a little different.

alicent sent her children to bed and wasn’t there because she also went to bed. rhaenrya sent her children to bed and wasn’t there because she went to sleep with her uncle at his wife’s funeral. let me repeat that. SHE AND DAEMON FUCKED AT HIS WIFE’S FUNERAL. THAT IS THE PROBLEM, at least for me. maybe i would be more sympathetic there if laena was cold in her damn grave before they did the horizontal tango.

now all in all i hope you all realize that this situation is a little more complicated than people act like and that if you’re going to blame anyone blame, viserys because really this is all his fault.

[writingsofwesteros]

Have…. We considered a Gold Cloaks of Lust and Broodmare crossover?

Daemon still being lord commander, of course. His discreet, unofficial, but undoubted control of the city remains the same. Viserys is alive. But essentially retired. Resigned to spend his time reading, or working on his model. He trusts his brother and by the time Otto tried to stop him, it was too late.

Viserys even made it worse. He finally allowed Rhaenyra and Daemon to marry.

But Daemon…. When his niece made that little trip out to see the city at night… swiftly realizing it was HIS city….. by the time the girl realized the gravity of her situation, she’s already bent over by the lord commander. Her dear uncle. Right there in front of his men. He’d ready stolen her virtue against the wall when he caught her. And filled her with his semen once. But he didn’t stop. Now her formerly virgin cunt is being battered and stretched by the cock of the unofficial King of the city. She should be lucky, shouldn’t she?

Yet the supposed princess is stripped completely naked. Having to watch the Gold Cloaks fuck whores. Now she has more in common with them than she does any royal. Except the whores got paid. And afforded the choice to not be completely naked…. Along with the choice to refuse.

She can say nothing as her uncle fills her again with seed.

Yet again she spends days with him in the brothel. Losing track of the amount of positions she’s thrown in. The amount of things she does for him. The amount of times she’s watched…. The amount of people who watch… the amount who get off on it

She doesn’t know how long he kept her there. She’s hardly aware of being paraded back to the keep in the clothes of the other whores. Slightly ripped. Stained with fresh semen as more leaks down her thighs from her throbbing and stretched cunt, still occasionally clenching as if her uncle’s cock never left it.

How could she be in her right mind?

And what could be done when her belly starts to swell? When her uncle doesn’t stop summoning her to his bed? Not even his wife could stop him. Being the unofficial king after all.

Her mother is understandably horrified. But Daemon makes her a deal…. He can let her daughter be known as a whore. Let the whole court know where she was, and with whom. Let them all know what she’s become. Or…. “Officially” she can be sent away to Oldtown. Let them say she felt the calling of the Faith. Let them remember her as a good pious girl.

Rhaenyra will coincidentally be returning to Dragonstone for a time… claiming that she’s with child and wishes to rest where their ancestors did.

And no one will question who the new “Lyseni” wet nurse is

But when Alicent demands answers from Daemon, he looks her dead in the eyes unafraid

Telling her that he will use his niece however he sees fit. And he sees fit to pump as many babes into her womb as it can hold, for as long and whenever he damn well pleases. Alicent can choose whether or not to have the shame follow her…. But whether she likes it or not, her daughter will be getting VERY familiar with having her legs open

So does she want her remembered as a good and pious girl? Or as what she truly is…. the whore responsible for carrying and feeding his children

Poor Alicent has to only choose

HOT! HOT ! HOT!

Alicent would have to send her away (unfortunately Daemon has corrupted the priests and silent sisters there also..)

She is completely ruined that first night as he takes her for hours; she is hardly awake for most of it

[sunnysideaeggs]

hi babes this is my ep 3 review. this is a lil monday tradition i love to yap

lmao rhaenys subtly gagging rhaenyra and calling her out. i’m liking her more and more compared to the first season, she seems more rounded and actually a figure of peace instead of coping

now rhaenyra is coping lol. ‘a little boy murdered in his bed’ ‘but my throonee :((((‘

rhaenyra parentifying rhaena and making her go to her mother’s place of death to safeguard her sons 🙄 not even recognizing the burden she is putting in her. a white woman giving her children to raise to a black girl smh

i like a lot what they’re making with rhaena, giving her actual thoughts that often contradict her ‘side’. go get your hightower husband girl

why no one remembered that larys, yk, the greens’ master of whispers, is lord of harrenhal? like of course it is a green location? where is he? isn’t he a memeber of the council? why does he never attends council meetings?

lmao not daemon wishing to be called king when the proper title is king consort. let me just get a meme:

i just realized that alicent now dresses less ‘richly’ maybe to indicate frugality during war to the people. ‘look, we’re not having feasts while you starve’ kind of vibe. the green queen beloved of the smallfolk

and she is also less structured because she doesn’t need to cover herself for viserys. i enjoy her having the freedom to dress as she likes

as a sansa lover, i must say i love rhaena. go gentle princess with a good who feels everything too much and wears courtesy as a weapon. i love u

if they’re diminishing helaena’s grief and they’re not going to give me helaena taking revenge in dreamfyre istg 🤨🤨🤨

I KNEW THE ARMOR WAS VALYRIAN STEEEEELL 🔥🔥🔥 that’s why it doesn’t fit him it literally isn’t made for him. i hope it’s fireproof

egg promoting his lads 😭 medieval networking

lol larys is the kind of guy that suddenly comes to you with the weirdest true crime facts that leave you feeling icky. i love him

aegon did the alicent disappointed face to his kingsguard. neat party trick

not making baelon cheat on alyssa 🙄 our one successful sibling marriage and they take it from us

tbh if i was dyana you wouldn’t catch a glimpse of me after the meeting with alicent. fuck king’s landing, that stinky city. i would have alicent get me a little house in oldtown. a job as a cook. no chance of any dirty man getting his hands on me. why keep victimizing a character for no reason condal?

any dragonseed should zip it for good, unless you get something for your heritage. my mom was a lyseni whore, that’s what i would say. nobody asks you questions when you say your mom was a lyseni whore

aegon 🙄 i thought we were getting past this. i hope he apologizes, i’m tired of this aemond slander.

i dislike the full frontal scene with aemond. literally gratuitous, no one asked for it. and we know there’s awful people saying shit about ewan’s body, they now get another chance of making fun of his most intimate parts and aemond’s intimate moments. why.

finally some class conscience exploration with criston? are my prayers being answered?

lmao not rhaenyra getting another girl daemon. i dislike baela’s hot head since ever but if it gives me comedic relief i’ll take it

rhaenyra is his father’s daughter. not a compliment

i love how daemon barricades his door just to… open it when he thinks someone wants to get in. and gets out. big forehead not big brain.

MILLY APPEARS YAYYYY 🥰🥰🥰 jaehaerys noooooo 😭😭😭

i could see jae’s actor kinda winking, his little lashes twitching. he’s a baby and he’s doing his best omg 😭💕 it could be the candles tho

yes daemon cry i hate you

imagine you’re a kid and they tell you your job is to be still and have a pretty lady hum at you and touch your cheek. so comforting tbh

ALYS APPARITION YAYYYY 🥰🥰🔥 she’s as stunning and disturbing as i imagined her. devoured. ate him alive. as she should.

lmao of course alicent would think war is to be averted after seeing her grandson without a head 🙄 and if she does she’s dead to me istg

yes rhaenyra threaten a queen 🙄 of course she will react well and think of making peace with you. at gunpoint. classical targaryen.

also she literally smuggled a weapon into a church. threatened to spill blood in a holy place. then ask why people don’t believe you have any morals or respect for anything.

alicent asking her if she’s surrending it’s so funny loool

once again, alicent talks about a child’s murder. rhaenyra brings up the throne. i’m done with her tantrums.

did you betray him at your very last, alicent? don’t you know you owe loyalty to your rapist and jailer, alicent? don’t you know you’re not allowed to want, alicent?

that’s how rhaenyra sounds.

i love how rhaenyra doesn’t spare a thought to surrender yet wants to pretend bloodshed concerns her. lmao.

alicent, i’m back. go green queen.

[bucknastysbabe]

Criston being Alicent and Viserys daughters sworn sheild and because hes unhealthily obsessed and she has whole family issues shes into it and they make plans to run away to essos before the war breaks out

The Gray Area - Ser Criston x Reader

Yes! YESSSSSS! ORANGES also I’m taking some serious civil liberties apologizes very much, also mayhaps reusing a character oops but they’re obsessive and crazy and I felt like it fit the dynamic

Prequel: Just like you

Rating: Explicit

Tags: So many emotionsssss, rough sex, aggressive verbal arguments, guilt and shame that comes with being a Targ, Criston questions his life, pnv!sex, oral, THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER IN ESSOS THE END OKAY SOMETIME YOU GOTTA CUT OFF THE TOXICITY, she finally comes to terms w emotions

Inside the eerie melted castle, Criston slammed his hand down on the table in your shared quarters where you’d draw up plans. The brunette hissed, “We need to march south! The blacks have probably befouled the waters and Aemond is flying around charring the place! With that hoary bitch of his!”

You picked your teeth, staring at him blankly, armor off for the evening. Your dragon was feasting on bodies outside in the pits. “Then why don’t we just march south anyways? I’m of age with Aemond, we don’t have a fucking king per-say anyways.”

Criston leveled you with those dark eyes, “Aemond and Daeron are still in line.” You spat at him, “One-eye whose burning half the realm and Daeron, while valiant, a child. What the fuck are we even fighting for? Our heads on spikes?”

He exhaled through his nose, jaw twitching and clicking. Criston’s hair had grown out, even had some grays in it now, crinkling around his handsome eyes. You rolled onto your side, exposing your pale and scarred body. The knight’s eyes lingered upon your perky teats, hands digging into the table.

You hummed, “If we go south tomorrow, without the aid of Vhagar and just me on Skysinger, what’s our chances? They have the rivermen, that Crazed Blackwood. Winter’s Wolves. We’d meet them at a ridge,” she glared, “You always told me to find the high ground. Which would only be me.”

Criston stripped off his plated armor in jerky motions, face wrought with something. You turned onto your back, staring at the black ceiling. “I find that this ‘dance’ they have so deemed is destroying the realm. Over whether a vengeful cunt or wet rat should hold the throne. What’s the godsdamn point?”

He barked, “Honor! This is your family! We fight for who we are sworn to! What has gotten into you?”

“Oh fuck you and your honor Ser! Your cape should be black by now, you can’t pick and choose what constitutes honorable behavior! Fighting to your demise, so honorable, fucking Targaryen cunt you’re not allowed to sully is allowed though! You don’t even know what you want! Putting a drunk on the throne and if not him then my lovely brother who has knocked up a Strong bastard, which started half of this bullshit in the first place!”

Criston’s body slammed atop of you, pinning your skinny wrists to the rickety bed. He glared you down, spittle hitting your face as he seethed, “Do you ever shut your fucking mouth? Hateful, selfish wench.”

You heaved underneath him, thoroughly pinned, half expecting to get a bloody nose. But Criston just stared, nostrils flaring. In the softest tone your raspy voice could muster you asked, “Do you remember after Helaena died?”

He paused, deep pools of brown flickering away.

“Deep in your cups,” you nosed along his stubbled jaw, “You told me one time you thought of running away. Go to Essos and make a living. Away from my family’s shite. But she said no, made you the fool for it.”

Criston relaxed some, slotting himself between your skinny thighs, face melting into your neck. “I don’t want to die tomorrow. Not like this,” you said, voice horridly cracking. “They’ll rain arrows down on my child, I won’t have Vhagar as backup.” Criston’s jaw gritted against your thin skin, hands loosening your wrists to glide down your flat waist.

“I- would die by your side. With honor, for once,” Cole murmured. Wetness gathered at the junction of your neck and shoulder. You rubbed a hand down his wide back, feeling numb. Gods you hated crying. Hated it with your whole being. This war was driving you slowly insane.

You reiterated like a idiotic mummer, “Criston. Please don’t make us march tomorrow. We could hold down Harrenhal and wait out a siege. Or we leave tonight. On my dragon, go to Essos, start a mercenary company. How many of them have a dragon hm? There’s no honor in this war. It’s kinslaying.”

Tears leaked down your cheeks, chest involuntarily heaving. The Dornish knight leaned up, eyes red as he studied you. You pushed back his thick hair, unable to conjure any more words. What you wanted was out in the open now. He murmured, “Stop your tears, I raised my Princess better than that.”

He wiped them away with a calloused thumb, eyes soft. You wrapped your legs around him, arching into his tight body, rubbing against his swelling member. You growled, “If you’re leading me to my death then might as well have a good last fuck.” Your lover flipped you over roughly, big hand pinning your nape down to the bed. He slapped your ass, grunting, “You Targaryen whores are all the same. Fucking selfish.”

He thumbed your wet cunt, pinching roughly at your swollen clit. You cried out, unable to move as he seized your long limbs again, one big hand holding them tight. Criston aligned with your sex, thrusting in with a wet slap. He groaned, you knew the face by heart now, lips lax, eyes rolling up. Gorgeous.

Meanwhile his girth split you open easily, nudging up against your cervix, stretching out your ridged insides. He never took his time to get you acclimated, fucking into you rough and quick, hips slapping together. You cried out, tits rubbing against the tough fabric of the bed. Your hair fell in your face, swinging everywhere.

Criston rumbled, “You run. I die a warriors death. If I saw you dead I wouldn’t go on, fucking crone’s teats.”

“Come with me, I cannot live without you, you die a warriors death with a pocketful of gold, a manse, orange fields, and living life on- fuck- oh Criston baby- on your own terms!”

His hips stuttered, a hand sliding to your sternum to pull you upright, biting and licking at your neck, cock still hammering away. Desperately you cried, “My sworn shield, my knight, lord hand, I love you.” The brunette’s hips stuttered at your admission, big hand taking you passionately into a kiss. Your lips slid against eachother, teeth clinking until his tongue claimed authority over your own.

You rocked back onto his cock, growling, “I love you I love you I love you, run away with me, fuck all of this, what have they done for us? It’s always been us Criston, the puppets! We make the rules!”

Criston bit down on your lip, drawing blood while his thick fingers plucked at a budded nipple. You oozed around him, lost in fantasy and that sickening feeling of love. Your knight moaned, “We leave tonight, land outside of Norvos or Lorath, stay away from the Triarch. We cannot return.” He half-whimpered after a ragged breath, “I love you, more than anything I’ve ever known. Enough to send me to the seven hells a happy man.”

His left hand slid from your tit to bruisingly gripping your throat, squeezing those vessels until you saw spots, bucking on his prick like a wild foal. You wheezed his name over and over, until he let go, you convulsing and sloppily wetting his cock with another desperate declaration of love.

He pulled out with a broken cry, splattering your ass and thighs with hot seed. Criston immediately pulled you into his strong arms again, dark eyes dead serious. He hissed, “We leave. We don’t come back. There’s no more honor except in gold.”

You nodded, eyes watering from everything happening so fast. “We leave tonight. Aemond’s their leader. No honor except in gold.”

Aemond Targaryen had just settled Vhagar outside of Harrenhal, coming to lay with his lady Alys. He’d been burning all day, the stench of it soaking his essence. Curling into her arms he missed his twin’s familiar dragon taking off into the night, a dirtied white cloak flying in the wind.

It wasn’t easy the first few months. The pair of you constantly wondering if you made the right decision. Mourning over your family. Westeros in ruins kept you both away. The grief was tucked away and put forward into starting your company. A Westerosi Knight and Targaryen dragonrider garnered much attention on the other continent.

You’d found it tedious and boring at first, Criston calming your moods with fucking you stupid or eating your cunt until you’d about ripped his hair out. Eventually you’d struck a deal with a Qohorik nobleman who needed his caravan’s to be protected. Simple work.

That turned into bigger and bigger projects, Westerosi exiles even coming to join your company. You’d eventually named it The Honorable Company, as a jab to your not so well-intentioned beginnings. Tyrosh, Volantis, even some Ghiscari had hired your swelling ranks. Skysinger had grown bigger and more vicious, hatching a clutch at her preferred nest still outside of Qohor, where your manse would be built.

No letters ever came from your family, just hearsay on a regency. It hurt too bad to dwell on it. But the dance should have never occurred and you and Criston alike made sure to honor them in a quiet sept downstairs. Your company had grown big enough that there were levels and ranks now.

Then you fell pregnant. You would name him Aemond, after that stiff lipped asshole you dearly loved, as did Criston. The grayish egg in his cradle hatched, Criston smiling in ecstasy. You felt one of those annoying tears fall down your face.

“Do you think I’ll be a good woman like Alicent? A mother regardless of how fucking insane we all were?”

Criston’s face drew grim and he wrapped his arms around your figure, murmuring into your jeweled ear, “I think so. Might need to loosen these shoulders a bit. You’ll be great.” You kissed those pretty lips and cried, full on cried. Finally broken down from the hatred, guilt, fury, and shame. Then like a phoenix you’d arise anew, softer and ready for the world. As a mother and wife. Also dragonrider with a penchant for murder. But hey, that’s what Targaryen’s did.

The little dragon curled around Aemond’s babbling frame, snoozing already. You smiled, Criston behind you.

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

House of the Dragon 2x02: Review

The opening music was incredible! The violin's note untenable.

Poor Viserys' model of Valyria.

Aegon is gone literally crazy, or more like a child throwing a tantrum.

Poor Helaena! So innocente!

Everything was made for every details, going as far as the horses' armour.

The greens are fucking hypocrite, when they have inflicted the same to Jace.

Aille Aille Daemon what have you done? Sorry Daemon is the most hilarious character ever.

To my opinion, Daemon is best the character in the ASOIAF universe. Also, he truly loves his wife.

I didn't like Rhaenyra's opinion thrown at Daemon. She was acting like a hypocrite. She well knew what she said in this council room in front of Daemon. Also, how can she not believe her husband. She knows him since when she was a child.

But the scene between the two of them was incredible. So well done.

I don't understand Rhaenyra doesn't know that Daemon is one of her best sword so far.

I love the room in Dragonstone. Everything is in the detail. But I don't understand Rhaenyra change rooms? She a beautiful balcony last season.

The music is truly beautiful.

Again poor Helaena with her deranged family. Nevertheless, I was expecting another prophecy coming from her.

(Ser) Criston Cole is such a hypocrite, the biggest of Westeros.

Big foreshadowing : the two future Kings of Westeros.

Ser Criston Cole saying to Alicent : "What do you take me for?" Alicent should have replied : "My bitch!"

Biggest hypocrite of the series.

Ser Criston Cole is also a fucking bastard. There is nothing glorious about that.

I wasn't expecting Aemond in a brother, more likely in his sister's bed. Very strange scene (WTF?). Maybe to show us, that Aemond is still a boy compared to Daemon?

I liked that they show a bit of small folks, the normal people.

Why the score is important?

The landscape at the beach was beautiful.

Fortunately the dog is still alive and well (poor doggy).

When Otto entered the room, at first I thought it was because of Visery's model.

"My grandson is a fool" : Otto finally realising what he has done! The truth of the situation. Quelle bande d'incapable et de bras cassés.

Poor Otto. Him who thought he had done what was good for the country. He has finally realised what terrible mistake he has made.

When Otto said to Aegon, "You will regret this" : I believe those words to be true.

I like the terrible twin twist. Poor Erryk.

Big news, Daeron is alive.

Why Otto do not want to hear that Alicent has sinned?

Rhaenyra doesn't learn from her mistake.

Youth against mature people.

[valinoar]

hotd ao3 recs that make me slightly feral

it’s finally here!!! i will potentially be adding to this in the future so keep an eye out <3 also this may not stick only to hotd and extend to the wider asoiaf world.

baby teeth by zoe_millin_writes

aemond x helaena. incredibly written aemond character analysis. chapters are from aemond’s pov throughout his childhood and into his adulthood and his trauma surrounding sex, his parents, his injury etc etc is so incredibly and profoundly done. i don’t think i’ve read anything more beautiful and intense. there is also one helaena pov and my god is it so amazingly written. the characterisation and details are out of this world. definitely read all the warnings because it is very intense and potentially triggering. the exploration of aemond’s relationship with religion and by extension his mother and sister is done so well and genuinely what kept me tied to this fic.

see, what had happened was… by daylander

aemond x rhaena. from rhaena’s pov. i can’t remember it all as vividly as i should because i read it a while ago but god is it a delight. it’s funny, sad, amusing, entertaining & overall just so incredible. there is so much about rhaena’s experience living without her sister for so long on dragonstone and how it impacts her relationship with baela. so much about her relationship with daemon and by extension the velaryon/targaryen relations. just so so great. the scenes with rhaena and aemond are just.. chef’s kiss. they’re my favourite chaotic childhood friends to… whatever they are LMAO

spring’s end by navree

oneshot (9k words) from alicent’s pov about the lead-up to her wedding to viserys. made me wince more than a few times just because she deserved so much better :( the way her relationships with rhaenyra, her father, viserys & even criston (although brief) are shown is so beautiful and haunting to me.

would that they were not by navree

i fucking cried. a oneshot (7k words) about the fateful encounter with blood and cheese. so beautifully written and the relationships between the kids, alicent, cole and otto are described so heartbreakingly.

in your grave by 136108

This is the thing you married, the voice in the back of her head whispered gleefully. You saw its pretty smile and its dainty hands and so you dragged it into your bed and upon your cock and trusted that it could never hurt you. You bred it like a bitch and you promised to cut out its tongue and all this time you should have been worried about its teeth. But you did not and now it will leech your throne and your legacy and its pretty mouth will swallow the House of the dragon whole.

SO FUCKING CATHARTIC!!! we deserved vengeful evil alicent and i’m forever mad we didn’t get her… season 2 will be her moment trust. this is a short yet incredibly impactful piece about alicent visiting viserys on his death bed. amazingly written and the most satisfying thing ever.

5 times alicent and criston almost kissed and the 1 time they almost didn’t by gracelesson

I FUCKING CRIED!!!!!!!!!!!! most healing comforting beautiful thing ive read in a while oh my god op is crazy talented i’m in awe. the way s/a, marriage, sexuality & growing up were handled here were literally incredible and i cant even begin to express how much i love this. this is a modern au and it’s probably very different from whatever you’re expecting. i adore the dynamics shown between alicent, cole & her children ugh i swear i feel giddy all over. beautiful.

my hand was the one you reached for by nuncasais

literally the best. snapshots of alicent, criston, and her kids’ lives at the keep during the time jump. i love these types of fics that cover unseen periods of time — the detail and thought gone into each chapter is incredible and so so meticulous. chapters are from either criston or alicent’s pov’s. beware u might (definitely) cry.

[jaegonsmoon]

I live for the au abo ideas where a smitten and possessive jace is the one pursuing hot mess hot girl summer aegon who is oblivious af 😂 aegon thinks jace is just hanging out wanting male companionship and wanting to be bro and trying make their family mend by leading by example and showing that the blacks and greens can get along ~ meanwhile jace is doing everything in power to keep everyone who is a eligible alpha away from aegon so he can seduce him and make him his bride….he also has to convince alicent, viserys, the council, his mother, corlys…just everyone that his taste in omegas ain’t terrible and that he can be a good influence on aegon and them wedding is a great idea lol imagine the drama when he tries to pitch that aegon should spend a season at dragonstone away from court to ‘curb his bad habits’ and have everyone bond lol baela is sideyeing him so hard and muttering that that isn’t the only thing jace wants to curb😂 aegon thinks jace is too pure to be devious so everything goes over his head 😂

*loudly slurps frappuccino* helloooooo, I liiiive for dumbitch twink oblivious asf Aegon—he’s just a hot nepobaby who wants no responsibilities, and the only thing he’s ever truly wanted is his nephew but oh no he’s off limits so he beds half of town in hopes to sate this aching feeling he’s always had but will never truly fulfill. While Jace has been this whole time like “PLEASE FUCKING LOOK AT ME STOP THROWING IT BACK WITH EVERYONE I WANT YOU!!!!!”