#we got daemon in a bed yeah

[thequeenwechoose]

Daemon in Bed

[phthalomushroom]

The Family (4)

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pairings: modern!mafia!aemondxreader

summary: You had left Kings Landing and the Targaryen family four years ago. Now back and living with your old roommate you realize that the life you had thought you escaped had seemingly been waiting for you. But will the family really let you go? Will the people you left behind forgive you? Can you forget the past and look to the future?

warnings: language, mentions of trauma, stalking?

word count: 1.4K

note: I thought I had the rest of this planned out but my brain keeps finding new ways to change it on me. Next chapter though, we got some tea coming! Hope you enjoy!

You had felt like you were going to throw up.

Once you had left the party you had headed home and downed at least half a bottle of tequila. To say the hangover this morning was a difficult one was an understatement. You pulled yourself out of bed, grabbed your phone that you had discarded somewhere on the floor in your drunken haze and looked through the messages from Baela and Rhaena who were asking where you went.

It seems your drunk self was responsible enough to text back something that resembled that you had made it home.

You moved across the room, barely missing stepping on your shoes as you headed to the kitchen. You needed something to eat that you wouldn’t regurgitate right away. .

“There’s nothing to eat.”

You turned to see Baela lounging on the couch, a rag shielding her eyes from the light.

“We need to go to the grocery store.”

“No shit.” She sat up taking the rag from her face, she looked like she also got hit by a bus. “Glad you drank my tequila, if it was here when I got back I probably wouldn’t be alive right now.”

You frowned, joining her on the couch. “I take it you didn’t enjoy the party either.”

“I take it the talk with Aemond didn’t go well.”

“He was drunk and an asshole.”

She tilted her head. “Aemond doesn’t drink… he is an asshole though.”

“But he was never an asshole to me.”

She smirked. “Then I guess you’ve officially joined ‘Aemond’s an asshole club,’ I’ll get you one of our t-shirts-”

“Baela I’m being serious.”

“So am I, we meet every Tuesday to talk about the new assholey thing he’s done.”

You rolled your eyes, a headache starting to form. “I really thought that there might’ve been something left, but he’s changed since the last time I saw him.”

She shrugged. “He’s gone through a lot. Aegon’s death, Otto being locked up, and now you coming back. There’s been a lot of change happening.”

You rolled your eyes. “So because of all that he’s marrying Alys? I mean he couldn’t have picked someone with a little bit of, I don’t know, humanity?”

Baela chuckled. “I know this won’t be easy but things will get better, I promise. Besides, you’ve got your first encounter down which means you never have to talk to him again.”

“We live in the same city, I doubt I will never talk to him again.”

“Yeah but this time you don’t have to be so civil.”

You smirked, pride flaring in your chest a bit. “I was civil, wasn't I? 

Baela wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “I thought you were going to burn the place down, but you didn’t.”

You let out a long breath. “I need food and I need something to take my mind off all this shit.”

Baela smiled. “Shopping?”

You nodded in agreement. “Shopping.”

********

You and Baela had managed to stomach a little bit of breakfast at a cafe before making your way to the East side of the city. You decided on going to a well known store that was big for its unique couture.

You scavenged the racks trying to find some good purchases that matched your style. Baela had managed to find a few and had left you to go try them on in the fitting rooms. You had offered to go with her in case she wanted some feedback but had declined on the premise of not wanting to hog the fitting room.

You were currently looking through some sweaters when you heard an all too familiar voice.

“Well, look who's back in town.”

You stiffened, casting a glance over your shoulder to see Daemon Targaryen. He had his hands in his pockets and a sly smirk on his face.

“Daemon.” Was all you said before turning yourself back to the rack. You pushed yourself closer to the clothes, concealing your hand going into your bag to pull out your mace. You made sure to put it in your pocket so that it was easily accessible. 

“A cold greeting is not meant for family, sweetheart.” He moved around the rack so that he was in your line of sight. 

“We aren’t family.”

He sighed. “I have to say I was disappointed when I heard about the failed engagement. Aemy was so excited, nearly killed him to see you go.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I thought the Targaryens no longer accepted you in the family, after your little coup with Rhaenyra.”

“A misunderstanding, Rhaenyra and I have been welcomed back. My lovely nephew saw to that.”

“Bullshit.”

“You’ve missed a lot since you left.”He leaned against the rack. “You shouldn’t have come back, (Y/N).”

You straightened. “I’m not involved in whatever shit you have going on. So leave me alone.”

He frowned. “I’m just reminding you that despite your disagreements with Aemond you are still seen as part of this family.”

You glared at him. “Aemond never told me anything about the family business. He never wanted me involved.”

“I was talking more in the literal sense.” He held his hands up. “I like you, (Y/N), which is why you should leave town.”

You raised a brow. “Are you threatening me?”

“No, I would never threaten you, I’m just giving you some advice. There are still bad people wandering around and I would hate for something bad to happen like last time.”

You crossed your arms. “That sure seems like a threat, Daemon.”

“If you don’t want to take my word for it, why don’t you ask the man who's been watching you since you and Baela left the cafe.”

You looked to where he gestured with his head to see the man in question. He wore a red baseball cap with a plain t-shirt and jeans and was staring very intently at a pair of tailored pants. 

He looked up briefly, catching your eye. He noted that you and Daemon were staring at him. He set the pants down and wandered towards the front of the store out of sight. 

“Who was that?” 

Daemon shrugged. “Ghosts of Aemond’s it seems, but I guess yours too since you shot their boss.”

You stared at him, unflinching. “That wasn’t me.”

He grinned, pointing a finger at you. “You are a good liar, I’ll give you that.”

Your hand drifted to your pocket with the pepper spray.

“Don’t worry too much,” Daemon said, taking a step back. “Aemonds gave his instructions in regards to you.”

“And what instructions are those?”

“Don’t let you die.”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “So he’ll assign a protection detail but he’ll treat me like a mistress.”

He took a step back. “I’ll be watching you, (y/n).”

“Creepy.”

He turned away, heading towards the front of the shop no doubt in hunt of the man in the red baseball cap.

“Was that Daemon?”

You jumped at Baela’s voice, nearly knocking down the rack of clothes you had spent too much time at. 

“Yeah,” you answered. “Just coming by to tell me he’s watching me.”

Baela shook her head “The family guard dog is back at it again.”

“Tell me about it.”

Baela had seemed to find some clothes she wanted to buy so you two headed to the registers. 

“Can I ask you something?” you asked before Baela could check out.

“Yeah?”

“Daemon mentioned that he was part of the family again. Is that true?”

“Yeah, I don’t know the specifics but about a year after you left Aemond had announced that he and Rhaenyra were no longer enemies of the family.”

You shook your head. “You’re kidding me, even after they killed Aegon?” 

Baela shrugged. “Jace said Aemond never does anything without a plan and I guess he needed them back in the family.”

You shook your head, watching as Baela put her clothes on the counter. It didn’t make sense, Aemond’s own brother being poisoned at the hands of those two. The Aemond you knew would never have sided with the people who murdered his big brother. Sure, Aegon and him had their differences and Aegon got on Aemond’s every nerve but he would never disrespect his brother like that.

And now you were being followed by some mystery guy and Daemon.

What the hell happened since you were gone?

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[babygirlspurgeon]

aka welcome to the minnesota wild as shania twain songs! this is a many months long passion project @alshaverpressbox and i have been pecking away at but here on the eve of a fresh season we are ready to share! 

daemon hunt - man! i feel like a woman!

i bet you’re wondering how this all started….. mr hunt mentioned this was his karaoke song and well, it spiraled into the rest of this. we thank you for your service sir 🫡

wild fans - you’re still the one, i’m holdin’ on to love (to save my life)

love is stored in wildblr ❤️

jon merrill - i ain’t no quitter

is he the best at hockey? no but he is for mullets & gays <3

jake middleton - you win my love, party for two

there's no speed limit/just go faster, faster, don't be slow/rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows (please watch this music video with him in mind i beg)

brock faber - rock this country, no one needs to know

i just know he also screams the minnesota mention in rock this country. also was sad to realize months too late how good of a brock for calder song it is

matt boldy - the woman in me (needs the man in you)

i'm not always strong/and sometimes i'm even wrong/but i win when i choose/and i can't stand to lose

joel eriksson ek - honey, i’m home, gonna getcha good, giddy up

most persecuted girl in the world who deserves a good foot rub and a lil snack

marcus foligno - i’m not in the mood (to say no), party for two

ain’t no need to plan it, jump right in and jam it also yes party for two is for both middsy and moose and they’re singing it to spurge. they're cool fun guys who bring the party what more is there to say?

marat khusnutdinov - ain’t no particular way 

welcome to minnesota get loved bitch

marco rossi - up!, i’m jealous 

nice young man who’s persevered with mild antics for his goalie that he’s totally normal about

zach bogosian - you lay a whole lotta love on me

beefcake..... i can feel your body tuggin' gently on my mind/stirring up a feeling i thought i'd never find

jonas brodin - love gets me every time, don't be stupid (you know i love you)

really need to hear “i gol’ darn gone and done it” come out of this man’s mouth Right Now

liam ohgren - wanna get to know you (that good)

don't wanna miss a minute/wanna be right in it/do everything you're doing/go everywhere you're going

marc-andre fleury - legends never die, when you kiss me 

feel very normal about our record setting goalie really really liking us

jesper wallstedt - thank you baby (for makin’ someday come so soon)

he's here........

filip gustavsson - what a way to wanna be!

giving "android in the group chat" giving nobody’s perfect by hannah montana

mats zuccarello - you've got a way

when your hockey soulmate shows up and your career revitalizes.....

ryan hartman - whatever you do! don’t!

hartzy is soooo normal about kirill as we all know

jared spurgeon - any man of mine, from this moment, come on over

i do indeed give my hand you with all my heart.....

declan chisholm - white claw

so when he calls/say fuck it all

freddy gaudreau - i won’t leave you lonely 

soft song..... soft man....

marcus johansson - c’est la vie

hold tight, it comes right eventually

jakub lauko - (if you’re not in it for love) i’m outta here

passing this vibe check with flying colors btw

kirill kaprizov - she’s not just a pretty face, that don’t impress me much

she's got everything it takes, and yeah she thinks you're alright but that won't keep her warm in the middle of the night.... he is That Bitch

nordy - juanita 

nordy save us, save us nordy

billy g - whose bed have your boots been under?

you never know with that bitch...

gone but never forgotten (affectionate and derogatory)

mason shaw - forever and for always

and there ain't no way/i'm letting you go now

charlie coyle and jason zucker - when

zoyle will be reuninted one day right? right????

brandon duhaime and connor dewar - in my car (I’ll be the driver), if it don’t take two

if i'm not with you/no it ain't worth goin' through/if it don't take two

matt dumba - it only hurts when i’m breathing

do i think about dumbs talking about how he and jimmy wanted to be around til the reds came back all the time? perhaps

dean evason - i ain’t going down

her smile got me through the years/dried away the tears/it filled me with hope

pat maroon - is there life after love?

answer: there is not life after love. at least not for patty "chicago" maroon

kevin fiala - nah!

yeah, that's it (that's all), we had fun (we had a ball)/it was good while it lasted, but now i'm past it

parise and suter - ka-ching

dig deeper in your pocket, come on, i know you’ve got it <- them to chuck fletcher

[lokisprettygirl]

Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)

Read chapter 6 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 7

Summary: Daemon eases your fears and worries.

Warning: 18+ sex ,period sex (if it bothers you skip the scene) death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could

“Are you alright?” Emma's voice was filled with concern as she asked you if you were okay, noticing the distress that was evident on your face. The two of you had just left Lily's house, and Emma could sense the negative effect it had on you.

“I'm fine..just want to go home” Emma sighed as you said that. She could tell that you were not alright, but she didn't know how to help without you opening up to her.

“Y/n I know you have always liked him but him and Lily have always been this way..they fight, fuck other people and then get back to each other.. don't you remember how he treated you on the ship after he slept with you?” you turned your head to look at her as she said that. Emma's words had struck a chord in your heart, reminding you of the awful morning when Daemon had completely dismissed you post the one night stand .

“Yeah? Always huh? How many times have they survived a ship sinking incident before? How many times before Daemon was left stranded on an island with someone else? This is not the same thing..why it's so hard for you guys to understand” you got visibly agitated as you finished your sentence, your voice raised as you tried to express that you and Daemon weren't just a fling.

“I'm just trying to protect you..” she mumbled softly so you sighed.

“I know but I also know what I'm doing..do you have any idea what I have been through with Daemon on that Island? You can't just get over that stuff and move on with your life as if nothing happened. He …he knows me..I know him..six months ..we were .. everything to each other” your eyes teared up and you hated how weak you felt in the moment. You always felt this way whenever Daemon was in the picture.

“But he's not on that Island anymore and neither are you..he's back here in the actual world where Lily is”

You didn't say anything as she said that. After what Lily had said about him fucking her last night and seeing things from Emma's perspective you felt hurt and worried. You asked him clearly if he had fucked her and he said no, did he lie to you? Why would he lie to you and hurt you like that?

“Do you want me to find a job for you? Dalton was asking about you” she said as she pulled the car in your driveway so you took your seat belt off, you just wanted to go home and cry.

“Not right now, last time you hooked me up with a job ..things didn't work out so well”

You heard the literal gasp she let out as you jabbed at her. That was mean and uncalled for but anger was bubbling inside you at the moment and Daemon wasn't there to take it.

You entered your bedroom, exhausted from the emotional upheaval. As you collapsed onto your bed, you noticed a missed call and a few text messages from Daemon on your phone. Taking a deep breath, you picked up your phone and opened the message.

You didn't want to ignore him and you certainly didn't want to hurt him by making assumptions about him, he told you something and you wanted to believe him but insecurities from the past ran deep and this wouldn't be the first time a man would cheat your trust like this. Instead of wrestling with your thoughts you dialed his number instead,

“Am I being ignored?” He asked as soon as he picked up so you sighed.

“Why would you say that?”

“What did she say to you..love?” his tone of voice made it clear that he was genuinely concerned.

“Where are you?” you asked him nonchalantly, your voice didn't really hold any emotion at the moment.

“I'm with my lawyer, had to discuss uhhh.. some fortune related complexities..are you back at your place?” He enquired so you barely hummed in response “Can I come see you?”

“You don't have to ask me” he chuckled as you said that,

“I'm trying to be more civilized and less of a caveman”

“Don't you want to go see Lily?” you asked him with sarcasm and envy dripping from your tone.

“Not right now, I want her to move on.. darling.. whatever she said to you that's making you all squeaky and snappy at me .. I will fix it yeah? And then you're going to fix me” you couldn't help but bite on your lip as his words made you feel slightly bashful.

“Okay” you could hear him smiling on the other end of the line as you mumbled a short response again.

Half an hour later as you opened the door and saw Daemon standing there, with his arms behind his back and a mischievous smirk on his face, you felt your heart skip a beat. The peach ribbed shirt he was wearing just added to his charm, it made you want to snuggle against him. Despite your feelings for him, the idea of him breaking your trust and lying to you was breaking your heart in ways you couldn't even begin to imagine.

The only reason why you weren't crying yourself to sleep for the past two days was because of him, the past month when you both were avoiding each other was difficult to say the least. The nightmares about drowning in the ocean had become a frequent occurrence, leaving you feeling frightened and restless. The fact that he was the only thing preventing you from giving in to the emotional distress that had been haunting you was both a comfort and a burden. But he was the only one who truly understood you because he was there suffering with you.

“Flowers for the beautiful lady” he held one of his hands forward to present you with a bouquet of beautiful flowers so you grabbed it and took in their scent “Chocolates” he then brought his other hand forward so you grabbed the box and went into your room, acting like a petulant child, it didn't do anything to deter him, he actually found you adorable like this.

He was expecting a kiss and a hug but this morning when you had told him that you were tagging along with Emma to visit Lily, he was terrified, not because he had anything to hide from you but because he knew as a matter of fact that she'd try to fill your head against him to drive wedge between you both. He was well aware of her vindictive ways when she was scorned like this.

“We need to stop meeting like that at your door” he mumbled as he entered the bedroom door and you were already on the bed with your face down into the pillow.

You felt his lips trail up from your calves to your hamstrings and he spent a good minute on your ass cheeks before he kissed up from the small of your back very slowly. Shivers ran down your spine as he moved up and pulled your hair aside to kiss your nape. You turned around to look at him and your teary eyes rendered his heart, your delicate features always softened him.

“If it wasn't for us being stranded on that Island you'd never date me would you?” You asked him as you caressed his cheeks with your fingers, you always feared that your connection with him was rooted in the shared trauma of the island and would fizzle soon.

“Yeah that might be true but not because there's something wrong with you or that you're not insanely attractive but because I wouldn't really get to know you like this..so intimately in every possible way”

You felt his fingers brush lightly against your chest, resting right above your heart, and you couldn't help but feel the burst of emotions.

His hand then drifted under your skirt as he leaned down to kiss you lovingly, palms wrapped around your hips as he pulled you into him so you sighed and closed your eyes to feel him close.

“You used to visit Paradise with Emma ” your eyes snapped open as he mentioned that.

Paradise was the name of the club The Dragonriders played at frequently and you used to go there on weekends before you even took the job on Utopia. “I'd often watch you dance from afar..you never even looked at me back then you know.. didn't even notice me” he mumbled softly in your ears so you cupped his cheeks again.

“I didn't know you..you were just a stranger”

“Exactly darling.. sometimes you have to learn the person inside out to truly appreciate them. I know i was unfair and cruel to you after that night we had spent together but it was my immaturity speaking..now i know better” you sighed as he said that, your hands sneaked inside his shirt as he leaned into you for a kiss again. He was irresistible at all times but especially when he was on top of you like this.

“You look cute in your pretty little skirt baby, my brave girl ..now are you going to sulk some more or you'd tell me what it is she said to you that is messing with your head?” he asked you, his voice was still gentle but firmer this time. You didn't want to beat around the bush either.

“She told me that you made love to her last night after you dropped her off and then later on she went into detail about how magical it was for both of you”

He looked at you intensely for a moment before he chuckled slightly as if he had it coming..

Somehow that reaction eased your fear, it was Lily's words against the man you had faced the worst of life with. If he was going to tell you that he hadn't fucked her then you'd have to believe him.

You'd have to put your faith in him because he deserved that much from you..

“Do you know why I came so hard inside you last night?” he asked you softly as his thumb brushed over your lips before he kissed you again.

“Whyy?”

“Because it has been a full day since I had done that.. since I had felt you around me so intimately. I might be an uncivilized animal at times but I'd never hurt you like that. Especially not you ..not after everything we have been through together”

You cupped his cheeks and your fingers ran through his scalp as he said that, his words felt sincere and a part of you believed him wholly, something made you believe that Daemon would never hurt you like that no matter what.

“You're not an uncivilized animal…just my big burly Cavemon” a smile graced his features as you cooed at him.

“Believe me yeah?”

“Okay.. sorry”

“Shhh it's not your fault..”

“No I'm sorry she said that about you and i believed her because I'm afraid and insecure”

“We all are at times..i fixed the problem..now you fix me” you giggled as he tickled your stomach with his fingers.

“Stahp ..it's almost my second day now..there will be clumps and stuff coming out of my goodies” he looked at you intently as you said that, his eyes darkened with consumable lust.

“If you intended for that to disgust me..it's not working”

“Your kinks are kinky..have you always had this one?” you questioned as you lifted your head up to kiss his neck.

“Not until you..”

“But you fucked your ex on her cycle”

“Not for the kink”

“It's just strange for me…my ex was disgusted just by me mentioning my period clumps”

“What an imbecile huh?

You giggled as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he made you sit up along with him.

“We are doing this my way today” you mumbled as you took your crop top and skirt off, Daemon got off the bed and he quickly undressed himself with the speed of lighting, when he climbed back on the bed you removed your underwear and threw it on the floor,

“You won't mind if I bleed on you right?”

“Fuck darling …noo” he almost moaned at the picture you had painted for him, you climbed on his lap and sat yourself down on his cock slowly, inch by inch, he wasn't really an average man in length or girth so you needed to go slow for your own sake, his legs splayed out on the bed as you submerged him completely and he placed his hands around your hips as you moved in circles slowly. His head swayed backwards and moans spilled from his throat as you worked your hips back and forth.

“I noticed you..” you mumbled against his mouth as you kissed him so he opened his eyes and looked at you all perplexed. He looked cute like this, all fucked out and pleasured the way he deserved to be pleasured.

“Mmm?”

“In the club..i noticed you..but you always had your eyes on her”

“Darling, do you believe in fate?” his voice came out in whispers as the sensation grew in the pit of his stomach,

“Not really”

“I do”

“Why?”

“I just do..I think it was fate that brought us together. Why do you think we were accommodated right next to each other when all the people we knew were a deck below from us?”

“Duuh management”

“Was it management that left us stranded together on that Island?” his fingers dug into your hips as he helped you hop on top of him.

“No it was my stupidity”

“Mmm really? You want to tell me that those strong waves somehow managed to bring us together on that very same island where we collapsed not even six feet apart from each other because of you? And both of us miraculously lived through it while none of those other people survived?”

“I don't know what to say..you're romanticizing the tragedy” his fingers curled into your hair and he pulled you closer to kiss you before he spoke,

“I have earned the right to do so ..now be a good girl and fucking cum with me”

You kissed him hungrily and the rest of the rebuttals you had didn't really come out as you fell apart in his arms as soon as you felt his warm cum filling you up to the brim. He placed his head on your chest as you both recovered from the euphoria but it lasted a good while.

Your head felt fuzzy as you had never been fucked this good, sex had never been so satisfying before. It was as if your body connected to him on a much deeper level than just physical, sex with him transcended you and filled you with intense emotional and mental release.

“If you pull out right now I'd ruin my bed so take me to the shower alright?” He chuckled briefly before he dragged his shapely arse off the bed and took you to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and as soon as he pulled out, his cum mixed with your blood spilled out of your freshly fucked cunt. His cock was absolutely bloody as well and you heard him gasp as he glanced at it. His fingers immediately caressed your lips as he cleaned the mess between your legs so you fisted his cock and returned the favor.

“I missed one therapy session and I was a major bitch to Emma this morning” you mumbled as you came back to reality from the mind numbing orgasm you had experienced just now..

“What did you do?”

“You know how they keep telling us in therapy to not blame other people for what happened as it was nobody's fault?” He nodded as you said that while he rubbed the body wash between his palm and turned you around to scrub your back.

“I think I did just that and I feel awful”

“Mmmm then apologize sweetheart and talk it out…these things happen amongst friends. I called Cole this morning to wish him for the birthday and we had a chat, he understands me better now”

“It's his birthday today?”

“Yup and we are invited, I'm sure he'd text you about it”

You hummed as he said that, as you placed your head down on his chest he wrapped his arms around you while you two enjoyed the hot shower in the comfort of your bathroom. Sometimes when you closed your eyes you imagined yourself being back at the island with him but you were only thinking about the times that weren't so awful, like bathing with him in the sea and walking around the woods in search for fruits, and most of all sleeping all huddled together on the bed of leaves every night.

You missed that, you really did miss it at times.

“Daemon?’

“What would you like for your birthday?” you asked him as you realized it would come soon as well, you were on the island when you turned 27, he had gone out of his way to collect fresh coconut water and had made a fruit platter for you which was more than enough on that forsaken place.

“I want your trust and faith in me” you turned around as he said that and kissed him softly.

Besides he was planning something to surprise you with instead, he had a meeting with his lawyer for the same reason and his lawyer certainly didn't think it was a great idea to go forward with this but he knew he wanted to do this, for both of you.

“And i want to take you somewhere with me” he said to you

“Mmmm where?” You giggled as your heart skipped a beat. You just hoped he wasn't going to take you to meet his family just yet. It felt too soon for that.

“It's going to be a surprise, hence the trust and faith demand“

“I trust you baby” his lips curved into a sweet smile as you said that.

The plan moving forward was to take a nap with him and it was very cozy until he began shivering in his sleep, telltale sign of a nightmare and you knew what it was about, it was about that night in the woods that he had spent all alone without you, he deeply struggled with the memory of the night and it was very hard on him so you know he was reliving the same trauma in his sleep. Or that's what you thought.

You didn't know that he was having a nightmare but not about being stranded in the woods but about you being bitten by that spider, he always had a nightmare about that night where instead of you being alright the next morning he saw your dead lifeless body and he was left all alone without his brave girl by his side.

When he woke up he pretended as if he wasn't affected by the nightmare in the slightest and asked you to get ready as you were both invited to the Paradise for Cole's birthday. Luckily Lily wasn't there because of her injury but the group had decided to visit her post drinking.

When you reached hand in hand with him, it felt a little awkward, people who recognised you kept staring and you felt like an animal in the zoo. The attention was uncomfortable, as you just wanted to blend in with the other people and enjoy the evening without the scrutiny.

Life had changed in more ways than one, at times you were not even Daemon or y/n, you were just that couple that was stranded on an island for six months. Whenever you were out in public, people would inevitably make reference to your story, and you found yourself being treated like a celebrity. You felt objectified though as if there was nothing more to you anymore than what you had suffered.

After greeting Cole as you spotted Emma you walked towards her.

“How's D?” She asked you so you looked at her confused for a moment.

“Daemon? He's doing okay umm-”

“No the Dick..how's his dick..is it as good as rumored?” she asked you as she crossed her arms so you pulled her into a hug.

“I'm sorry em.. I'm so sorry for being such a bitch when you were just looking out for me”

Your eyes teared up as you spoke to her so she hugged you as tightly as you were hugging her.

“It's okay..I get that..they tell me not to take it personally..you both have been through something none of us can imagine living through” you looked down as she said that.

“That's not an excuse to lash out but I'll be careful i promise..now let's get drunk..it's been a while and you're going to reveal every tea about Aemond” she blushed bright red as you whispered the last part in her ear. You were happy for her, she deserved someone making her happy and gleeful like this.

A band was performing in the club and you noticed how Daemon kept looking at them while they played as if wondering about his own time on the stage, you knew he missed singing and being up there.

Afterwards when the group decided to go see Lily you chose to opt out but Daemon insisted and pleaded until you gave in, perhaps seeing him with you would finally make her back off a little bit and she'd realize that Daemon has moved on from their toxic relationship.

However as you all turned up at her place you saw a man leaving her house, you recognised him even though nobody else did, it was one of the major crew members at Queen Utopia, Danny something, you didn't remember his full name but he was the man Lily was with that night. He handled the maintenance of the cargo area.

As he walked past you he looked you right in the eye, you saw something in those eyes but you couldn't put your finger on it.

They always told you to not put blame on anyone as the tragedy was nobody's fault but what if it was somebody's fault? And what if it was Danny who had something to do with it?

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can I just say I completely agree with you when it comes to how the fandom talks about rhaenyra??

it’s inherently really weird becuz i decided to watch the show based on that and was lied too so badly, and was generally confused. she spoiled, she speaks without thinking and clearly has a bubble amongst herself that can easily be shattered but… violent? and like… bloodthirsty… and just… pure evil???

WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM??? becuz it’s not just from asking for aemond to be sharply questioned????

And even adding that to conversations about her killing her brothers to secure her throne, wtf are we talking about here?? she was only ready to start lopping heads off after Luke and then bit back when a random child got killed instead????

her entire storyline has been about being her dad and not confronting the problem immediately, how do you take that character and think, yeah, she’s bloodthirsty and ready to skin Aegon alive while having him watch Helaena being brutalized???

i don’t know if it’s the inherent misogyny of this fandom or what but if you watched the show through fandom and then actually watched it, you’d think there was a season or two you missed out on.

but i also agree that they should have kept up with nyras storyline with motherhood, even if she was to become the mother she is now, which i do enjoy, we need to see That! I need her yelling at baby jace to stfu, i need her gagging at everything babies naturally do. Hell, we need to see her first pregnancy and how that fear of childbirth was at most lessened, especially considering she had six children.

i generally feel like georges suggestion of 4 10 episode seasons was just to have an offer, because we miss out on so much that would answer so many questions.

sorry that this was so long!

nooooo don't apologize i love talking about nyraaaaa!! 🖤💕

thank you for agreeing with me i think it's unsurprising that i agree with YOU lol.

personally i really loved that baby!nyra was so adamantly against motherhood and the dangers of a marital bed (which btw you know i hate handing it to the guy but daemon was actually v understanding of and supportive of her when she shared these fears with him!!!) and i was sad that she ended up having fifteen kids. i know she does so in the book but idc that didn't stop me from feeling disappointed. emma said in an interview during s1 that they see nyra building up this huge blended family with her and daemon as her like creating a team of people for herself who will be in her corner and i was like wow how devestatingly sad i can't wait for them to explore how pining your need for social fulfillment on a bunch of inbred toddlers will end badly. well we did not explore that.

also i feel like the show sort of sets up nyra's big happy loving family she started with three men she deeply loves yay vs. alicent and her ontologically evil creepy rape babies EWWW-UH!!! which just reads as deeply ridiculous to me because i knew nyra for five episodes this was not a woman who would find purpose and fulfillment churning out babies for her husband. she would absolutely feel pressured and obligated to produce children that is her Purpose as a woman in westeros that is the only thing she was ever raised to do she will obviously use her royal womb to birth royal heirs (ty aemma) but i cannot see her HAPPY about this?? imo her and alicent are very clearly under the same yoke, even if they bear its weight differently. very annoying having nyra and her disposable bic razor children framed as affirming and wholesome vs. alicent and her weird!!! weird!!! fucked up!! old man marital rape babies!! like lmao as if daemyra isn't also old man marital rape c'mon now.

i would have loved to see milly!nyra just as disgusted by her first baby as ali was with hers. because even if she did choose harwin and even if she did love him and even if she did love laenor and laenor promised her that this was HIS baby this was THEIR baby she just!!! didn't!! wanna!!! be!! a mom!!! so even retaining as much agency as she possibly could within her lavendar marital triad she was still being FORCED to produce CHILDREN which she did not want to DOOOOOOO!!!!

[where-theres-smoak-2]

I've seen this opinion from a YouTube reactor and a few posts on here that daemon was dumb for thinking that two rat catchers were going to kill aemond who is a skilled fighter and rider of the biggest dragon in the world.

But here's why I disagree, it's to do with the type of attack that was planned. If this was going to be a face to face combat type situation then yeah it would be dumb, if it was going to be dragon vs dragon then yeah it would be dumb.

But these two assassins weren't looking to face aemond in a fair fight. Daemon is fully aware that aemond is a skilled fighter and that vhagar is a huge problem for them, that's why he doesn't climb on caraxes and face aemond dragon to dragon. He even warns blood and cheese that aemond is a skilled fighter and that's the whole purpose for blood to be there, the guy was huge and as a guard would have some combat knowledge, he clearly knew how to use a blade, cheese was there just to show the way around the tunnels, he knew his way around the red keep.

The fact that aemond has the biggest dragon is a moot point in this situation because that dragon isn't in the red keep with him, its all very well and good having a large dragon but if they aren't present at the time of the attack it means nothing.

As for aemond being a skilled fighter, so was jon snow, it meant nought when he was ambushed and stabbed in the heart by his fellow brothers, one of which was a child. Daemon sent blood and cheese in to the red keep at night when everyone was supposed to be sleeping, the idea was that blood and cheese were supposed to catch aemond off guard, without his weapons or dragon and hopefully when he was asleep in bed, the hope was they could kill him before he could reach his weapons and fight back. It was a shady and underhanded tactic, but when you really think about it, what it wasn't was dumb.

Aemond being a skilled fighter is actually the very reason daemon chose to try and kill him this way, he knew that his best shot at getting aemond's head was by sending two non-descript assassins who would blend in and go unnoticed until it was too late, who could catch aemond when he was vulnerable, in his own home/bedchambers, without a weapon in hand. The problem came not from the plan itself but from the fact that cheese was as dumb as a door post and hadn't divulged that whilst he knew the lower tunnels well, he didn't know the royal quarters as they were tended to by a different set of rat catchers, which led to him being caught by helaena and the mess that followed.

I think this is less a daemon was dumb situation and more a it had to go wrong for the sake of that story type situation. We all knew that it wasn't going to be successful and that aemond wasn't going to die, it's too early in the season for that to happen, but just because a plan isn't successful doesn't automatically mean it was a dumb plan. I mean if you look at daemon's reasoning he found someone who he believed from the info he was given, knew the red keep really well, he then paired them with someone who was the muscle, was big, strong and had at least some experience handling a blade. Then he sent them to ambush and cut aemond's throat while he slept and before he could get to his sword. It's a pretty decent plan, to be fair. It's just a shame that it turned out the people he hired were a couple of idiots who got themselves caught. But hey ho this is all just my own opinion on the matter.

[multiverseofstrangeness]

King!Daemon Targaryen x Female!OC

A/N: Well first of all I hope u all had wonderful Holidays. I haven't published for a long time cuz I was busy with school. So I take place in a Christmas Challenge from Vee (@sstan-hoe) and yeah I gave my best to make outta the prompts a whole story. Excuse my English and if my smut scene isn't that good: excuse that too. Anyways: Hope u enjoy it. Have a great day/night/evening and we'll hear eachother next year! Prompts: "Such a good little pup, aren't you?"; King!Daemon; Christmas Trees and Dragons Warnings: Out of Storyline, smut (18+), kinks, harsh words, slight dark!daemon, oral receiving (p in v), NSFW, my English (I am no native so excuse my grammar) Words: 1,567

Her eyes flow over the crowd of men and women, showing their desire. Her eyes disinterested in their behavior. The warmth of the room filled her cheeks, and a smile crept along her lips as she saw her sister coming over to her. 

"You got a room?"

Her sister nodded. 

"Very good. I mean it's uncommon to stay here in a brothel, but better than sleeping on the street." 

Her hand was resting on the table, and her fingers were drumming on it. She cast her gaze around the room and noticed a man in a corner. Unlike many others in the room, he wasn't accompanied by a woman on his lap. This rarity brought a smile to her lips, and she appreciated his lack of lustful behavior.

"To your information, he is the King." 

Her sister whispered into her ear. She let the sound of it run along her tongue. A King in a brothel, what a rare sight. Her smile rose as he noticed her view and smiled back at her. Her sister interrupted her thoughts. 

"You shouldn't stare like that. Rumors say that he is a vicious and violent man. Better for you to keep away from it. Furthermore, he is the king, he has higher interests than a mercenary." 

"Since when are you a spoilsport?"

"Since I got to hear the rumors about him. Keep away from him for your own sake."

She rolled her eyes and sipped at her wine. Her sister huffed and moved away, probably on a search for a useful man for the night. She tried to look at the man again and noticed that he was gone. The corner was empty. A person appeared in front of her. It was him. Her eyes widened a little not noticeable, and she swallowed. She saw the dark in his eyes, and she knew this man had power. 

"Your majesty." 

She mumbled under her breath. His lips raised to a smile. 

"No need to be formal, My lady. May I?" 

He pointed to a seat next to her. She only nodded. Her eyes followed him as he sat down. 

"What's ur name?" 

She looked at him still with big eyes. He laughed. 

"I am sorry. I didn't expect the King to talk to me. But my name is Isabella." 

He smiled.

"A beautiful name. What are you doing here, Isabella?"

"My sister and I searched for housing for the night." 

"So u are not from here?" 

She shook her head. 

"We are from Braavos." 

"A Braavosie beauty, what a rare sight." 

She smiled lightly. 

"Thanks." 

His eyes wandered over her, and a smirk played in the corner of his lips. His eyes met hers, and it seemed like he was sure with his next sentence.

"Isabella, what do you think about a more private space? A space with less desires." 

He pronounced the word "desires" more than the others. She understood what he meant and smiled. 

"It would be me an honor, my King." 

"No formalities, as I said. Call me Daemon." 

She smiled even more as he said so. 

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They moved to the back of the brothel where the more private rooms were. He led her inside one. The smile still on his face. He opened the door and let her move inside. The room was big and painted in one color. In the corner, there was a Christmas tree, as nearly everywhere around. The bed was big and completely red. He closed the door behind him. 

"So, my dear, tell me something about yourself except that you are beautiful." 

She turned to him, and a light blush covered her cheeks.

"Well, what should I say? I am 21 years old. I am from Braavos, and I am a mercenary." 

"U are a mercenary?"

She nods her head. His eyebrows raised in amazement. 

"What are u doing in Westeros?" 

"We had business to do." 

He laughed softly and looked at her. 

"I am a little curious: You sleep in a brothel but don't sit on the lap of a good-looking whore. Why? I mean, every whore would scratch eyes out for someone like you." 

She felt the blush return. How does this man always know how to make her blush? She was intrigued by him. His eyes wandered again along her body. As he noticed that she was watching him, he locked eyes with her again. 

"What do u think about getting to know?" 

"Highly overrated." 

He smiled and leaned a little forward, his eyes were still locked with hers. 

"U just became one of the most interesting girls I've ever met. Tell me, what do you know about dragons?" 

Her eyebrow raised.

"To be honest, not much. I mean I know that Balerion was the biggest Dragon and Vhagar was one of the big three, and she is still alive but not more." 

He smiled. 

"No worries, you will learn the rest but for the beginning, it is very good. Tell me, would u sleep with a Dragon?" 

Her eyes widened. 

"No. Definitely Not."

"And with the blood of the Dragon?" 

He leaned even more forward, their faces nearly touching. A dark smirk appeared on his lips. 

"If the blood of the Dragon is so good as they say." 

"You know what you are getting yourself into, my dear girl?"

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She nodded. He stepped even closer. His breath hit her face. His hand cupped her cheek, and his eyes showed something like affection. His lips were close to hers. One last step and his lips laid on hers. A warm rush of feelings ran through her. His lips were soft and passionate. His hands ran through her hair, and his kiss got even more passion.

She replied to the kiss. At first, she moved her lips slightly on his as he pressed his body even closer to her she raised the passion. He pressed his body even closer to hers. A tingle ran down her spine as he moved his hands to her hips. 

He broke the kiss but stayed close to her face. With one fast movement, he pressed her against the next wall. She gasped as she felt the wall hard on her back. His eyes were darker than before the desire nearly sparkling out of them. 

"You are the most beautiful woman I ever met. May I kiss u again?"

She nodded and he kissed her again, this time with way more passion. She felt his hands all over her body. She felt his breath on her face and his lips on hers. He moved his hands further and further down till he laid one hand on her tighs. She gasped a little as she felt the little movements of his hand on her thigh. He only laughed softly and kissed her further. His lips trailed down to her neck. 

"Such a good little pup, aren't u?" 

Her heartbeat increased by his words, and her breath stuck in her throat. 

"Breath, little one." 

Her eyes closed as he started to suck on her neck. She felt his hand still on her tight. His hair lightly tickled her face, and she sighed as he hit her soft spot. 

"Oh, Daemon." 

He laughed and kissed down to her collarbone. As she lightly moaned he looked up and searched for permission to go further to bring her to her climax. She only kissed his neck as permission and he laughed again. He unzipped his trousers and ruffed her dress up around her hips. 

She was still pressed against the wall. Her breath was fast, and she felt him with her whole body. His cock was near her entrance, and he kissed her again before he moved into her. She moaned as he did so. He started to move, and his thrust only got faster. As he got faster, her moans were more and louder. The room was filled with their noises of pleasure. His thrusts were hard but exactly on point. She had her head in the space between his neck and head. He held her hair in one hand and held himself with the other at the wall. She reached her climax and screamed his name. He reached his climax too, as she reached hers.

His thrusts started to get less. His breath was fast and warm against her head. His hand in her hair started to stroke through her hair, and he whispered comforting words in her ear. The other hand on the wall comes to her hips to hold her. He left his cock inside of her. 

"You are such a good little girl. You were impressive." 

His body was hot, but his words were soft. She had her head still in his space between neck and head. 

"You would make a good wife, my dear." 

She smiled. Her breath was still fast. 

"No joke really. You know what? I want you as my personal mercenary. Stay by my side." 

She lifted her head and looked at him. 

"U sure?" 

He nodded his head. 

"Yeah totally. Stay by my side. Stay with me. My love." 

She smiled and kissed his lips. His hands moved to her cheeks, and he cupped her face in it. 

"Stay with me till the end of the line." 

One last kiss sealed his request, and she knew she would stay with him now, even if that would be a new experience. 

[imperatorcaesaraugustus]

we come now to that most special time of the week, the time or ThoughtD: Thoughts on HotD. today we look at season 2 episode 7

my favorite way to have a conversation is on a beach shouting at each other from 50 feet away

"my father is no one of consequence" how long do you plan on keeping that fact a secret, Addam?

"under the sheets and in the woodpiles" i see we're taking this idea away from Jace (or away from mushroom, depending on what source you believe) and giving it to Mysaria

also, woodpiles? i get sheets, but why woodpiles, specifically?

Addam putting in his 2 weeks with Corlys because he got hired at a new job as Dragonrider

Corlys just saying "well done" instead of "i'm proud of you" or "i care about you, son" or "i can't believe you're a dragonrider now that's incredible"

Muppet Tully's dialogue inside with Daemon sounds off to me, like they re-dubbed it over or something

i really like this Tully lad. masterful politician

some people have expressed boredom with Daemon's continuing situation at Harrenhal. those people are wrong, this is great

this whole dynamic between Larys and Aegon is nowhere in the book, but it makes so much sense as an addition and i love it

Alyn saying "I am of salt and sea" couldn't possibly be foreshadowing for something, could it? wait... is it? how far chronologically is this show going to continue? will there be time to pay that off?

"I'm going to bed" "um, when are we going back to the castle?" "oh, maybe never" nightmare camping trip for this poor kingsguard

oops Rhaenyra, it seems you've uncovered Jace's bastard trauma!

"if lowborn have dragons, it takes away my best claim for the throne" yeah, huh, it's almost like the power of kings is based solely on the arbitrary withholding of power from vast swaths of the population. a point that would have been made even more strongly if you hadn't cut Nettles from the show

Mysaria's agent looking very... inconspicuous... in that bright red cloak

"oh, you know, i'd definitely love to claim a dragon, it's just, oof, my leg's been acting up" love this man

"nah, do it though" love this man's mates

Hugh is Saera's son? that's so cool!

okay, for those unfamiliar, Saera Targaryen was one of King Jahaerys' daughters, aunt to King Viserys. she was involved in a scandal where she was sleeping with like three different minor lords, so Jahaerys sent her off to become a septa. she escaped and ran off to Essos, where she became a sex worker in one of the free cities (i think Lys? or maybe it was Volantis?). super interesting character, love that she's being referenced here

i... i have no idea what to make of what Alicent is doing

the dragonkeepers are going on strike

Vermithor looming out of the darkness is so cool. i love his design, too. it's very asymmetrical

at first i thought Rhaenyra was straight-up leaving. turns out she was moving up to the balcony, but still

holy fuck that went badly. like, obviously most of these people weren't going to succeed, but damn

Ulf just running off into the caves where the dragons live as if there's not going to be more dragons in there

i'm not as big a fan of Silverwing's design, but it is distinctive which i appreciate. this will be relevant in the next scene where i immediately recognized her very triangular head

Ulf gets a dragon and immediately goes to the worst place he possibly could have gone, King's Landing

all in all, another episode i really liked. can't wait to see what comes next week

[tearsinmyvalyrianeyes]

٠ ࣪⭑ -- Persistence Is Key

summary - Rhaenyra goes to Dragonstone. So does Daemon. Set : December 9th - December 10th, 2013 notes - this is so late im gen srry lolz... but school is a lot less stressful rn so things r looking good !

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Alicent is sitting on the bed at her computer when Rhaenyra walks in. Her welcoming smile turns into one of confusion as she observes her friend's irritated expression.

"Rhae?" Her eyes follow Rhaenyra all throughout the dorm room until she finally sits in front of their shared wardrobe. "Is... something wrong?"

Rhaenyra huffs. "He thinks I'm a child. I'm not childish at all." "Oh..." Alicent nods, still quite clueless. She assumes Rhaenyra must be talking about the interview with Daemon, but she was sure her flashcards were thought out well enough that the day would go smoothly. "But... but he's the one who was flirting with me. I mean, he said we were going on a date. A date!" Alicent powers off her computer, preparing for a recap on what she apparently missed. "Um, I'm confused. He took you on a date? Like, just now?" She smiles and sits up to lean on her pillow, more than excited for the juicy drama. Rhaenyra seems to have calmed down a little.

"Yeah, I just don't think it was a real date. I don't know, he's confusing. Maybe he just likes confusing people." Alicent shakes her head. Targaryens are always so far removed from reality, she thinks. "So what'd he say? About my flashcards, I mean, did he like them?" Both girls chuckle. Alicent slides over a bowl of cherries and offers Rhaenyra one. "Really though, what did he say that's got you so..." She trails off. "Well," Rhaenyra starts. Alicent prepares herself in advance. "He just gives me mixed signals, you know? Like, now that I think about it..." Memories come back to her all at once. Daemon was always the "cool" uncle. At his house, Rhaenyra had full control over the TV at all times and anyone who dared to complain about it would have to deal with the man of the house's death stare. That wasn't all, he was also her introduction to a lot of things. Her first kiss?  Daemon took it at her sweet sixteen, guiding her to a secluded area of his beach house to give her an in-depth lesson on frenching. Her first time driving? He was in the passenger's seat, watching as she hit all the cones that stood in the empty parking lot with a proud expression. He even considered himself her first boyfriend despite that damn Strong boy next door being the first to officially take her out on a proper date. He was there before Harwin and everything Rhaenyra did with Harwin during that relationship, she did with him first. Nobody could blame her for being confused, as this was how certain members of her family acted with other certain members, claiming it was only platonic brotherly love. Through all of the confusion though, one thing was for sure. "He's always been like this. " He wouldn't let anyone else have her. She can't decide whether or not that fact makes her upset or not.

Alicent places a hand on Rhaenyra's shoulder and smiles supportively even though she knows it's probably no help. She'd never been interested in a guy, only found them attractive and then got over it. It would be nice though, she thinks, to experience a desire for men. She was tired of missing out on something every girl she knew seemed to enjoy thoroughly. Alas, if she were to say 'just talk to him' that would most likely be met with a deep sigh for a response. "I can't help you with that... but hey, we could go somewhere fun to get your mind off it!" Alicent could use a trip to help her relieve the stress of exams. "Good Idea."

Rhaenyra haphazardly packed her belongings into a black silver-striped suitcase. A few dresses, pairs of stockings, shorts, and pants. Her cottages would have the essentials and more. She was happy to get out of the 'house' for once. The only reason she stayed in her shitty little dorm was that she had made a bet with her sister, the prodigy of the family, that whoever could stay the longest would get the other's Christmas money. The loser would also owe the winner a favor, and Rhaenyra had no interest in owing Helaena of all people. She had not a clue what that girl got up to most times, but it was never good.

"It'll be a super long drive, no?" Alicent mumbled as she got into the taxi, sitting in the back on the right. She much preferred flying over driving. Rhaenyra shook her head. Their things were in the trunk as they both didn't pack very much. "Eight hours, tops. We'll stop at a point, then Rhaenys could drive us the rest of the way." Alicent's eyes widened. She suddenly found herself wishing she brought a blanket and her favorite pillow. She wasn't like Rhaenyra, who could take day-long road trips with her uncle in the back of his truck and not feel a thing.

The rest of the way to Dragonstone was fairly uneventful. Pee breaks, a visit to the convenience store, and finally, a midnight trip to the closest waffle house. Rhaenyra and Rhaenys were on semi-good terms so the car ride wasn't so awkward. It was just that she couldn't stand her cousin (once removed)'s husband. Corlys was a known cheater. No one could wrap their head around what made Rhaenys stand by him so proudly when he never failed to embarrass her each time. Rhaenyra would ignore it, she really would, if their marriage wasn't being shoved in her face every second. Corlys just had to be at every cookout, birthday party, graduation, and so on. If he wasn't present, Rhaenys would be showing off her shut-up ring to everybody nearby. Rhaenyra shook her head, focusing her thoughts on the lovely view instead. Not her circus, not her monkeys. Once her and Alicent were dropped off - Rhaenys not pulling off until she saw both girls step inside, like always - they both "unpacked" which for them meant throwing all of their bags on the carpet and couch then immediately settling in. Alicent went to the kitchen first, pouring herself a glass of whatever that dark burgundy liquid was in the fridge as she yawned. As long as it was alcohol, she'd be fine with it.

Rhaenyra, on the other hand, made her first stop by the shore. She remembers, albeit vaguely, being a lot younger and commanding Daemon to take her to the beach every single day. She would wake him up and tug on his hair as hard as she could, her fingers often getting tangled in it at the earliest, most inconvenient times. But her uncle could never refuse her, and so they would play in the water each day. Splashing each other, building sand castles, and digging holes deep enough to fit "treasure" (random shells Rhaenyra would smugly present to Daemon) into. She sits in the exact same spot that she remembers sitting in then. 'Our castle' is what he'd always say when referring to the gigantic structure of Dragonstone that supposedly had seawater 'good enough to drink', making the promise that whenever Rhaenyra grew and got around to having children that Daemon would move into their castle with her and help raise her adorable little princes and princesses until the end of their days. Of course, she dumbly assumed that when he said that Dragonstone was theirs, he meant that it belonged to their family. It was only recently that it clicked in her mind; he really did want her. He just couldn't allow himself to have her for whatever reason. She would be embarrassed to admit that she was only able to sleep peacefully that night imagining his soothing voice whispering to her paired with the sound of crashing waves.

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In the morning, however, her beauty sleep is interrupted by a noise that contrasts the ones she fell asleep to. She's awoken by the sizzling of a pan and the TV playing softly. She could tell that what used to be her favorite cartoon was on from how often the colors that reflected onto the wall switched around. The savory smell of eggs, bacon, and fresh simit brought her out of bed and into the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks, noticing her uncle's silver hair. "Uncle...?" Rhaenyra sat on the counter, her eyes halfway closed from tiredness. How could Daemon have possibly gotten in? She figured everyone would have to notify one of the butlers, or at least whoever was staying there at the time before barging in after last year's incident. "My favorite niece." He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead then turned back to the cutting board where he was preparing something. Alicent was in the pool having the time of her life, not that Rhaenyra was alert enough to notice her friend's absence.

She smiles at Daemon's words, feeling only the tiniest bit of guilt for delighting in it. Helaena wouldn't mind even if she were there, she was much more focused on her overall reputation, which was quite perfect. "How'd you get in?" She questions Daemon. He scoffs in response. "It wasn't difficult." He wouldn't have gone as far as to pick the lock, so Rhaenyra assumes he had a key made. He'd gotten the original taken away a while ago after Aemma voiced her concerns about her daughter being so close to the man. "You won't get rid of me that easily." 'I don't want to be rid of you,' Rhaenyra wishes she could say. Daemon has his hands on either side of Rhaenyra's thighs. "I know." She shifted, her light violet eyes locking with her uncle's dark ones. "Don't you have school or something to get to?" Daemon leaned in closer, as if their love, or whatever you would call that warmth in her lower stomach, was a secret. She only still attended college to say that she did it, to not have only her diploma. It was only the background to her life, and she'd heard that skipping lectures wasn't a punishable offense in most classes. "No. Do you have work or something to get to?" Daemon leaned in impossibly closer, his nose almost touching Rhaenyra's. "You're such a child." She took this chance and pulled him in by the shoulders. Her fingers dug into his skin and their lips met.

As they continued to kiss, Daemon loosened up a bit. He allowed his hands to roam wherever they wanted, pinning Rhaenyra down on the counter. She gasps at this, her hands going to his hair. The kisses travel down both of her cheeks and then her neck. "Daemon," She calls out. Not uncle, just Daemon. Her Daemon, at that, and no one else's. "Hm?" He relishes in the way his niece's arms wrap around him, her legs following suit soon after. The breakfast he made sits on the counter, long forgotten. "Fuck me. Now, here, please?" Daemon knows he shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't, no matter how tempting it is. That's just what the angel on his shoulder says. The devil tells him that if she could consider his offer, it was only his right to do the same. No one was around, she wanted it as much as he did and... "No, we can't." The words are painful for him to even utter. How he longs to be inside of her with no one around to interrupt them. Waiting is better, he tells himself. But when will the wait be over? Rhaenyra whines. The universe was always so cruel to her.

"I said please..." Her grasp on Daemon's shoulders loosened. "And I said no. You're... you're too young, we shouldn't even gone this far, now hush." He exhales deeply and stands up, pacing around the kitchen as he tries to think of things that would do a good job of distracting him. Rhaenyra reluctantly sits up. She didn't want it to be over just yet. She followed him to the other side of the kitchen. "Uncle? You know I love you." She sat across from him now, both of them at the dinner table. "This," He started, gesturing between the two of them. "Cannot ever happen." His voice was more serious, more urgent than it usually was. Another whine came from Rhaenyra. "Why not?" Her mind was so foggy, she genuinely couldn't conceptualize why he would say no. Her arms wrapped around him once again as she rested her head on his chest. "Please?" Her pleading comes in the form of whispers now. Daemon inhales sharply. Rhaenyra didn't know just how hard he had to try so that he'd hold back. "I'm not... wouldn't be good for this, for you..." He whispers as well, matching Rhaenyra's tone. She tries to kiss him but he pushes her, putting quite a bit of distance between them.

"But you said..." She whispers, looking directly at her uncle's lips. "I said nothing. Forget this and go to bed. I will do the same." He looks down at her one last time before disappearing somewhere down the hall. "Unbelievable." Rhaenyra mutters to herself. She considers letting it go, but she always used to chase after Daemon. She always demanded his attention as a child. Why would he have a problem with it now? She wishes she could ask him everything, pick his brain and understand why he has to be so... difficult.

[westeroswisdom]

Palmer Haasch of Business Insider spoke with Ewan Mitchell about the season 2 finale. Here is an excerpt.

Palmer Haasch: I want to ask about Daemon and Aemond's cosmically terrible relationship, even though you and Matt Smith really don't share the screen this season. How do you think about Aemond being haunted by Daemon and vice versa, and how does it inform how you're approaching the character? Ewan Mitchell: I think that's a really interesting question. After that sequence when Blood and Cheese infiltrate Aemond's bed chamber, you have that scene in episode two where Aemond finds the coin. And that coin, I actually carried with me for the rest of the shoot. I put it in my shoe. James Gandolfini, for Tony Soprano, he would often put stones in his shoes whenever he felt like he wanted to feel that kind of building tension or anxiety in a scene. And similar to Aemond, I wanted to just remember that everything that coin represents very much lives in Aemond's head rent-free. The idea that Daemon got this close, and ultimately Aemond's nephew paid the ultimate price, that's something that does haunt Aemond. But there's also quite a romantic element about it as well, because it's like, "Well, if Daemon wanted to do the job properly, he should have done it himself. He shouldn't have put his trust in two people he didn't fully understand." Is he too afraid of Aemond? Does he think he wouldn't win in a one-on-one fight? And that's the case. He would not win in a one-on-one. Palmer Haasch: On the flip side, Daemon is haunted by Aemond as well, to the extent that he sees himself dressed as Aemond while he's at Harrenhal. What was your reaction to seeing Matt do you-as-Aemond? Ewan Mitchell: I think he did like a little soft pout in that moment when he turns around over his shoulder. I was like, "Yeah, he nailed that." The parallels between these two characters, their names are anagrams of each other, and the relationship and the platform that Aemond puts Daemon on — the fact that he idolizes him — so much of what Aemond embodies, it's in homage to his hero. What's that saying? Never meet your heroes, kind of thing. If Aemond met his, it wouldn't be pretty for Daemon. Aemond lives in Daemon's head rent-free as well. You see that in Harrenhal when Daemon's chasing Aemond. I think that's definitely something that Aemond would want to be living in Daemon's head rent-free.

For the entire interview, click here.

From this interview and others, we know that Ewan is highly perceptive, analytical, and articulate. He'd be a riveting professor or teacher if he ever decided to change careers.

[nevariiakshae]

An Angel and Their Succubus (Part 1?)

We existed together before language was woven into us, so I know their silence shouldn't terrify me. But...

Familiar hands casually exploring my new shapes is something I'm still not used to. Never liked to be called good-looking or radiant or ESPECIALLY handsome or anything like that before. When the old shapes and texture of things were horrid. Now though? From THEM? Fuck. Stills the gemstone core set where my heart never was to titter worried little excited pulses.

Memories of the end and death of what I was supposed to be causes a little shiver to ripple through me. Their annoyance with my trying to grow something better from the corpse of old broken Dreams. Struggling to feel... 

Well. Lots of things. Hearing and seeing one I've loved since forever pointedly wish they could find someone better tends to tear a heart apart like nothing else. Even Now. After survival and harder bonds between are forged and tempered. After we've escaped the pointless wars we were made to fight in and found safety in this quiet city.

My wounded Angel lazes across the bed from me. Closer than before to my sitting still form. Their wings of glimmering pretty hues sprawled behind them. A single hand casually moving across whichever spots of me happen to be closest. Sometimes over the light clothing I wear, other times wandering beneath. Never... Well, MOST often not really in a overtly salacious way. As much as I wish we could indulge desires amidst this cold season's bite.

But... Curanos' orders. No sex or salacious play. Not till those wings of theirs heal fully. Especially 'NO' feeding their Daemon Beloved Bound a nibble or nuzzle of their warm thrumming core of Amwella.

And how much do they even want that? Want me? Or... Am I too different. Too changed? Outside their true desires now? I'll never fault them for hungers that may sit disjointed from mine own. Especially... especially with how fragile I am now. How easy I can fall to stupid broken pieces amidst the body I've sewn together like a patchwork pottery. How such intimacy is a dance atop a frozen lake for me.

One wrong step against wrongways parts and under to drown I go. 

"This has been a good year." They murmur gently amidst the dark of the bedroom. "Or... at least it ended better than I expected."

"Think this one can be better?" I whisper, eyes gazing down watch their gentle fingers pause.

"Feels like our year again." They agree. " I should be flying again soon and... well, if your Fleshcrafting works out..."

Body might just be that much closer to feeling more... complete. More settled. More... me. I guess. The me I want to be. Better at all the things I'd like to do.

"Yeah." I murmur. Deciding not to go over all the ways the Spells could go wrongways and remain here in the moment with my Angel. "Yeah. We got this."

They grin at me. "You look really good, by the way. Real impressive how you've shaped yourself in such a short time. Can't wait to see you a year from today. Even more the pretty Succubus you always were every day, love."

Never an angel like them. Or... whatever else others tried to call me. They adapted the easiest to my decisions to embrace that truth but... well, the cost of that choice crashed down alongside lots of other weights and Wights.

Made them so bitter for a time.

But... Can't help but bite my lower lip as my core thrums so happily at their words. "Thanks. That... that means a lot. From you especially."

They shrug, always... So unaware of the weight of their gaze and words. Like most of their kind always are. But getting better at choosing which to offer when, like most don't even consider doing.

"Very welcome. And... Happy New year, love. Glad to be here with you."

[strangedreamings]

S2E2 (spoilers abound)

They found Blood but not Cheese, just like the book.

Otto is being completely callous about using Jaehaerys as propaganda, Aegon II looks ready to chop his damn head off, and Alicent just fucking stands there, doing nothing. Shut your father up! Comfort your son!

At least Aegon II called out Criston for not doing his duty. Worst kingsguard commander ever.

Oh God. Not only are they going through with this heartless funeral procession, Otto wants Alicent and Helaena to follow the body. Fuck you, Otto. I hope you have the most painful GoT franchise death since Oberyn Martell.

Hug your daughter, Alicent! Fuck, she truly is a shit mother.

Oh dear fucking God, someone had Jaehaerys' head sewn back onto his body and they're making Helaena look at it this whole procession. Where's the silver shroud we've seen at every other Targ funeral?

Oh God, the carriage with the body is stuck and they're having to rock it back and forth to free it. Jaehaerys' head is going to roll a second time, I just know it.

Thank God that didn't happen, Helaena would've fainted, I'm sure.

Now Rhaenyra's getting blamed, Daemon's denying the "son for a son" thing, and there goes their marriage.

Hi, Baela! The writers are finally giving you something to do, yay!!! Now if they could just do the same for your sister.

There goes Daemon and Caraxes. All hail Ramin, the music this episode has been top-notch.

At least fucking say something to your wife, Aegon.

Servants are taking Jaehaerys' bed apart as Criston looks on all sad. Fuck you, Cole. This is on you. (And Daemon, mostly Daemon, but Criston is definitely not completely innocent in this, fuck any TG fans who say otherwise.)

Rhaenyra playing with her two youngest. The boys are so cute!

"There is none for what I've done." Ah, so you do have a brain, Criston. I was beginning to wonder. I saw a bingo card in the show tags that included "Catholic guilt" as a square. That person called it beautifully.

Criston, go fuck Alicent again because you obviously need a fix if you're being this surly. Let the man eat. Again, treating people badly is how you turn them into turncloaks.

"The white cloak is a symbol of our purity, our fidelity." Then your cloak should be fucking black, Criston. "Where were you when Jaehaerys was murdered?" WHERE WERE YOU, COLE? Oh yeah -- FUCKING THE KID'S GRANDMOTHER.

"Where were you, Lord Commander?' I want to capture Criston's "deer in the headlights" expression and make it my lockscreen until the end of time.

"and then the young prince is murdered on your watch." You are so full of shit, Cole, that I'm surprised people aren't complaining about the smell.

"You are mad." He truly does look fucking unhinged. Cole, you've lost your damn mind. (Fabien is fucking KILLING IT this season.)

(God, the Butcher's Ball cannot come soon enough. I believe this is still 129 AC, so next season, then.)

"Or to triumph. And glory." Arryk, don't listen to him, he's clearly insane, you can see it in his eyes.

Jace and Baela. At least he doesn't get offended when she brings up Harwin.

Great, Aemond's ego has gotten bigger, just what we needed. Lord, he's skinny. Just muscle and bone, no fat on him.

Can I just be shallow for a moment? The Hull Brothers are HOT.

Why is Daemon's title "king consort" and not "prince consort"? (Matt Smith is making a career out of playing the husbands of queens.)

I do love Corlys and Rhaenys flirting in the middle of this serious talk. They're so good together. (I just have a suspicion Rook's Rest is at this season's halfway point.)

Emma is also killing it this season. I hope that their next role is something other than a grieving mother, they're a little too good at it, it's heartbreaking.

SEASMOKE?!

"... and curse your name." I fucking hate it when Otto has a point. Aegon II doesn't consider any consequences at all. But then, look who's guiding him -- Cole.

"And what has Ser Criston Cole done?" Nothing good, that's for sure.

Why do the highborn men's and women's costumes look like they're from different centuries?

"Fuck dignity!" That's it, that's the show.

(Tom's killing it too. Can someone please put him in a rom-com? I want to see him play a sweet guy in love.)

"Give it to Cole." Criston looks at him like, "The fuck you say?" Don't do it, Otto.

"My new Hand will be a steel fist." We all know what he can do with those steel fists.

Criston has been in over his head from the moment he met Rhaenyra, this is nothing new.

Good on you, Mysaria, for being able to tell the Cargyll twins apart. Hey, if she can keep them from killing each other, more power to her.

Oh great, we've got the Cargyll twins' fight in the middle of Rhaenyra's bedchamber with Rhaenyra and Elinda Massey caught in the middle. I'm pretty sure this isn't how this scene goes in the book.

Oh good, nobody dies but the twins, that's in the book. (Elinda's ultimate fate isn't happy but that's still coming.)

It's about FUCKING TIME that somebody mentioned Daeron. This child has literally not existed until this moment, I swear.

"I have sinned." Alicent, Otto a self-righteous ass but he is nowhere near a priest.

"I do not wish to hear of it." Otto says, "Leave me out of your drama, girl, I've got enough messes to deal with."

COMFORT YOUR SON, ALICENT! You are an absolute shit mother, especially compared to Rhaenyra.

Must we waste screentime on Alicole? They deserve each other, sure, but only because they are both UTTER FAILURES!

The preview makes it look like Rook's Rest is next week, I was expect the week after. Interesting.

[lokisprettygirl]

Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)

Read chapter 1 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 2

Summary: Your life takes a turn for the worst as Queen Utopia sinks to the bottom of the ocean.

Warning: 18+ death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could

For a moment you felt numb, the wailing of the siren, the voice of the captain, the red light blaring in front of you made you feel as if you were in a nightmare. The constant banging on your door made you snap out of the trance so you quickly got out of the bed and dressed yourself up as quickly as you could, it was cold outside so you needed to put on warmer clothes.

As you opened the door you saw daemon looking absolutely terrified “Are You deaf? Let's go” he grabbed your arm and walked you through the sea of people swarming everywhere, it was chaotic to say the least.

“Daemon what's going on?” you asked him so he turned his head to look at you, the panicked look on your face made him pull you aside.

“It's sinking…ship is sinking, we need to find our mates and go catch a lifeboat..they trained us for this remember?”

He said to you but you still looked at him all perplexed and dumbfounded. Your mother feared something like this would happen but you made fun of her for watching Titanic a bit too many times.

“But It was all hypothetical and it wasn't supposed to happen..it's not supposed to happen” you mumbled nervously, voice trembled as you spoke so he sighed.

“Look around you ..it's happening so let's get going yes?” he said to you so you nodded before you hugged him tightly for a moment.

“Thanks for not leaving me behind” he chuckled as you said that and hugged you warmly to comfort you.

“Are you joking girl?” He dragged you to the elevator but they were already turned off for safety purposes so both of you stepped downstairs in order to find Cole, Aemond, Emma and most of all lily. You two did find the trio but Lily wasn't there, the wifi connection was blown and obviously there was no cellular service so there was no way of calling her. You could see how terrified Daemon was at the thought of something horrible happening to her.

“Maybe she's already on a safety boat” Cole suggested as the group ran to the uppermost deck, a part of you still felt numb as you looked around and everyone was just running to the same direction, there were more than a thousand people on the ship and considering how Utopia was currently in the middle of the sea the chances of another ship arriving seemed bleak, you couldn't help but wonder if there were enough life boats.

“Titanic was a real tragedy” you mumbled under your breath so Daemon looked at you.

“What?”

“It was real, ships sink ..they sink..it's going to sink –”

“You really need to calm down” he said to you before he turned to the group “Get yourselves on the boat.. they'll try to prioritize the passengers but force your way in somehow”

Daemon took his phone out of his pocket and there was a voice message from Lily that she had probably left before the wifi blew away.

“Daemon something is happening..I'm in the cargo area with Danny and…water is filling in”

Daemon was immediately alarmed as soon as he has heard the message

“Mate.. she's in the lowest deck with a passenger..I'm gonna go get her” he voiced out loud so everyone glared at him.

“I'm sure she's not there anymore..water has got in already”

Aemond told him and Daemon's heart sank, he would never forgive himself if she indeed was there and he was leaving her behind to save his own ass.

“Just get on the boat ..take care of the girls. I'll be right back yeah?” he said to Aemond very firmly but Aemond seemed stunned so daemon grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Are you listening to me or not? You're going to take care of them and yourself, you hear me?” he said again so Aemond nodded.

“Yeah”

Daemon looked at you for a brief moment and handed you his life jacket because he hadn't put it on just yet and he didn't want to waste one more second. He ran inside again and you watched him disappear amidst the roaring crowd of people.

“We should wait for him” you turned as you spoke to the group but Cole shook his head.

“We need to go.. at least get a spot on a boat and then we can stall”

Cole grabbed Emma's hand and she agreed that they needed to go because the boats were filling out quickly and all of you knew that there weren't enough boats.

“I'm not leaving without him..them.. Daemon and Lily.. we should wait” you insisted again as you looked at Aemond but he disagreed as well.

“We need to go”

Before they could say anything else you turned around and ran inside to go get them, you heard Emma calling out for you but her voice faded more and more the farther you got away from them.

What if he was stuck inside and needed help?

He waited for you..he was at your door and he didn't leave without you so you weren't going to leave him behind either.

You ran downstairs and met Dalton on the way, he was screaming at you to go back with him but you kept running. The ship tilted to the side due to the uneven weight distribution because the water was filling in rapidly, your eyes teared up as you felt so utterly terrified in the moment. This wasn't how you wanted to die, all alone and scared out of your mind, as the panic surged you grabbed the railing of the stairs and took a deep breath to calm down. You had to find daemon.

The lower you got the more eerie it seemed, the quietness was chilling, electricity was going in and out and you were practically alone on a ship because all the members were heading for the uppermost deck to flee via the lifeboats.

When you reached the lower decks you realized that water was starting to breach already. You stepped further downstairs and your heart felt still for a moment as you saw Daemon standing half way into the water at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the cargo hold, he was perhaps wondering whether he should tread ahead in the dark. What was Lily even doing there? Access to the cargo area was strictly for the crew that worked the area and unless she was fucking someone from the crew who wanted to show off for her, she had no business being here.

“Daemon” you called out his name as you stepped downstairs, his eyes were bloodshot red with tears and his skin had gone pale.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

His jaw clenched as he questioned you, shivers ran down your spine as you dipped your feet into the cold water.

“We need to go..maybe she is already up there..maybe she left.. ..that message was sent an hour ago, we were still sleeping in our beds” you tried to reason with him and his eyes welled up.

“But what if she's down there, what if she is waiting?” there was a sense of hopelessness in his voice that made you feel sorry for him.

“You can't go there Daemon..it's dark..we don't even know-- “ he turned his head to look at you as you said that, the determination on his face was enough to let you know that he won't stop no matter how much you'd try to convince him.

“Fine..Put this on at least” you turned him towards you as you began to put the life jacket on him as fast as you could..

“Run back darling..you don't have much time” he said to you but you shook your head in response.

“I'm not going without you.. okay? Let's go down there, let's try to find her and then we can leave”

He looked at you a bit shocked as you said that, you had known him for more than a few weeks, why were you endangering your life for him?

“Why are you being so fucking stupid?” He raised his voice at you so you glared at him.

“Are you going to waste these valuable seconds calling me names?” You matched the pitch of his voice so he groaned in response.

“You're so stupid..if you die it's going to be on me”

“No if I die then it's going to be on me okay? Move now” you said to him firmly so he sighed.

Lights were flickering at the other end of the hallway..as you both stepped deeper you realized that water level was increasing very quickly.

“This is ridiculous” you mumbled under your breath so he snickered.

“You're ridiculous for being so fucking brave and so goddamn precious” his voice held anger but there was a softness, perhaps he was taken aback by your compassion or maybe he thought you were a real clinger for willing to die because of him, you didn't think you'd make it out alive to figure that out.

“It's cold..it's fucking cold”

Your teeth chattered as you spoke, it was like taking an ice bath but worse.

The sudden scream you let out made Daemon worried so he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“What is it?”

“I feel something.. something is touching my legs. It's–” you couldn't even finish your words as you swam away from whatever was touching your leg.

“I'll go down and check okay?” He said to you so you nodded, as he went underwater he saw a body, it was of a middle-aged man, probably a crew.

As he came up he gasped, all of this felt unreal to him, there was no way all of this was actually happening to him.

“Daemon there's no possibility she's here” you said to him so he hummed in response, she must have gotten out and she must have made it safely. She had to.

And he was grateful if she had but then there was a tiny little voice in his head that made him ponder over the fact that if she had made it up safely then why didn't she come for him?

She didn't even look for him?

He yelled out her name a bunch of times so you did the same and in response you only heard the sound of the ship creaking and breaking down every minute, as it went pitch dark you gasped in fear so Daemon reached closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

Both of you were submerged in the water to your necks now.

“Let's go..” he mumbled softly as he kissed your forehead and your eyes welled up again..

It took a minute to swim back to the stairs and much to your horror the water was now breaching the lower deck where you two had your cabins, it was only a matter of time before this ship would be completely underneath the ocean.

He grabbed your hand as you both ran towards the uppermost deck but you had to stop in between because you were going to pass out from being so out of breath. All you heard around you was the voices of the crew asking the passengers to calm down and wait for their turns while the passengers were just screaming to get past each other and take the first lifeboat they could find.

The horror you were imagining in your heads was nothing compared to what you witnessed when you went to the uppermost deck, all the lifeboats were filled to capacity and had already departed.

As Daemon separated from you to go look for the others you walked closer to the railing and looked down only to find hundreds of people swimming in the ocean, the water was cold and a storm was about to set in soon so the chances of those lifeboats not returning to take the rest of you was extremely high.

“I can't find them,” Daemon mumbled as he came running back to you.

“Maybe they found a spot” you said to him so he nodded.

Tears kept rolling down your cheeks and he was completely silent too as he witnessed people struggling to stay afloat in the water in such weather.

“We are going to die aren't we?”

“Don't say that”

“It's going to happen” you mumbled again so he shook his head.

“I can't die..I'm only 27”

“That's worse because you're a musician, so you'll join the 27 club..I don't even get to be in that club because I'm 26..I'm going to die and there would be no clubs for me..” he was silent for a moment before he chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him in order to provide a semblance of comfort and safety because both of those things were going to get snatched away from you two sooner or later.

The ship was slowly sinking into the depths, and those who still remained aboard knew their own fate was sealed. You looked around and people were just holding onto each other, some of them were crying, some were getting hysterical in shock while the rest stayed purely numb.

There were still some passengers on the board and you couldn't put yourself in their shoes, you came on the ship for a job and to get away from your boring life but these people were here for a week.. for fun, for some perhaps it was the much awaited trip of their lifetime and all of their hopes was going to sink along with this ship

Dreams were going to get shattered, families were about to get ruined and all you felt in that moment was complete and utter numbness.

“Don't let go of my hands alright?” Daemon mumbled softly in your ear as he kissed your temple, he was scared too but he was much better at hiding it then you. When you didn't answer him he tightened his grip around you.

“Don't give up please..you can't give up..you hear me?” he said to you firmly so you nodded even though tears were flowing down your eyes continuously.

The vessel tilted with each passing moment of time before it broke down and began its descent into the deep down water.

Screaming was all you heard as the ship took its final descent into the ocean, you didn't let go of his hands like you had promised, you closed your eyes and left it to the fate, if this was how you were going to die, then be it.

Perhaps you could have survived the ship wreckage, you remembered floating above the ocean on a piece of debris and Daemon was there too. Right in front of you, he wasn't dumb to stay in the cold water when pieces of debris large enough to afloat him were all around him. He still didn't let go of your hands though and for a moment you believed that both of you would survive but then a towering wave rose up from the bottom of the sea.

As the wave drew nearer, you felt your eyes widen with sheer terror. Never before had you witnessed anything as horrifying as this moment, not even when you witnessed the ship sinking. Fear consumed you as you struggled to grasp the enormity of the situation, your heart racing and your hands shaking.

And that was the last thing you clearly remembered before you had slipped into the darkness.

Perhaps you were dead but you remembered struggling to stay afloat as the storm and the rain and the strong waves attacked the survivors of the Queen Utopia. It was nature's wrath and you had no idea what you had done to deserve it but you did.

Your chest was burning as you opened your eyes and you found Daemon watching you with teary eyes. There were bruises on his face, his clothes were drenched and torn from several places but he really looked like an angel in the morning sunlight.

Did you die? Was this heaven?

“Thank the fucking god..oh dear” he cried as he whispered in your ear, his arm clutched onto your weak battered body, you felt the crusty sand underneath you and as you looked around you saw the palm trees all around you.

“Daemon?”

You took his name so he pulled away from you.

“Don't speak”

“We are not dead..how come we are not dead” you looked at him dumbfounded but he didn't have a response for you. He was as surprised by the knowledge as you were.

He regained consciousness at the edge of the shore and looked around only to find himself amidst several deceased bodies. He didn't know how any of you were alive but it was nothing short of a miracle.

“Darling..my darling..when I make you stand up I need you to not freak out alright?” Your eyes welled up as he said that.

“What is it? Am i brutally mangled..I feel pain all over..I'm mangled aren't i?” You asked him so he looked at you from head to toe, there were several cuts and bruises the same as he had suffered but miraculously the rest of you seemed fine.

“You're fine..just don't freak out” he helped you stand up and as you looked in your surrounding you wanted to scream but it didn't come out, there were several bodies lying face down on the edge of the shore.

“Oh god” your voice choked as you placed your hands on your mouth to stifle the scream.

“Look I know this is..the worst possible thing that could happen to us but we have made it so far..i don't know how or why ..but we have” he told you as he grabbed your by the shoulders and made you look at him

“Okay..okay”

“What do you remember from the training sesh …repeat for me please”

“Umm okay..umm fresh water..we need to find water and shelter and-”

“Food..we need to find food until they rescue us alright”

“Who's going to rescue us daemon..where are we?” You asked him a very stupid question considering he was in the same situation as you were, none of you were prepared for this, none of you imagined for your lives to turn upside down so terribly, it was supposed to be a fun job for both of you.

“Someone will find us” he mumbled under his breath to assure himself more than you so you nodded.

Sun was really strong in the daylight but you had a feeling as the evening would arrive the temperature would begin to drop, fortunately for you two there were coconut trees all around you, it was a coconut paradise so collecting them won't be that difficult however it wasn't really an easy task to open them up with no tools on hand.

There were mango trees deeper into the woods so that was a bit of a relief as well for now.

The rest of the day was spent building a shack from the debris Daemon and you had found in the water and like a caveman he had managed to catch fish from the ocean, you really wouldn't have survived on this uninhabited island without him. The fear of being alone would have been enough to make you give up.

“How did you do that?” You asked him as he emerged out of the water with a makeshift spear and a medium sized fish hung on it.

“Watched it in a movie”

You couldn't help but chuckle as he said that. When you two sat down to collect your breaths, the adrenaline and shock from the incident slowly began to dwindle down and the reality was sinking in..

“It won't be easy to make a fire “ he sighed as he sat down but then he tapped his pocket and pulled out a lighter from there.

“Seriously you just had it in there?” you asked him so he gave you a sweet smile. You were worried about the cuts on his body but then you had them as well.

“I smoke.. Lily always warned me that smoking would kill me someday..irony huh?”

“Is it even going to work?” You asked him so he flipped the fancy lighter and sure as well it was working just fine.

“Okay save it..save it..making a fire out of nothing is almost impossible” you said hurriedly so he nodded.

“Eventually we'd need to go fish fir supplies”

“What do you mean?” You asked him so he sighed.

“Check those bodies…maybe they have something on them”

“Yeah”

“I'll do it.. don't worry” he mumbled as he noticed the crushed look on your face.

“No I'll go with you ..I mean they're dead, i'm sure they won't mind”

He was quiet for a moment before he stood up and gave you his hand so you grabbed it and stood up with him, both of you collected the branches and dry leaves from the forest to make a bonfire. This bonfire would not only provide warmth and shelter, but it would serve as a beacon of hope in the darkness, potentially increasing the chances of being spotted by a searching helicopter if they were looking for the survivors.

“It's charred, you're burning it” you couldn't help but giggle as Daemon attempted to roast the fish on the fire.

“Why don't you do it ..aren't you the chef here?”

“Just take out the eyes the next time…eyes freak me out” you groaned as you took the wooden stick he was using as a skewer “I am not a fish person..I don't like seafood” you mumbled softly so he smiled.

“Well apologies honey..this is all we could afford ay”

Once the fish looked perfectly pink from the inside you placed it on the banana leaf you had collected, unfortunately the bananas itself weren't ripe yet but you figured if worst comes to worse you'd have to eat unripe bananas. There were worse things on this island than unripe bananas.

“Perfectly seasoned” he mumbled and it made you smile, the sea water fishes tend to have higher sodium in their bodies so it wasn't really surprising.

“Everything tastes perfect when you're starving”

It was now pitch black, and the only source of light was the reflection of the stars in the dark ocean and the fire that was still burning. You didn't know the exact time, but you knew it must have been well into the next day. To avoid laying on the grainy sand, you gathered a bunch of dry leaves and placed them down like a mat. Daemon also joined you as you rested on the makeshift bed.

He really was hoping Lily and others had made it safe but he still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that you went looking for him knowing how dangerous it was. When he met you he could just tell that you were a good girl but he wasn't expecting you to be so fucking loyal that too with a friend, that was the single most heroic thing he had witnessed in his life which made him feel even worse when he looked back at that drunken night.

“I'm just going to rest my eyes for a moment” you mumbled as you closed your eyes so he turned his head to look at you, thanking his stars that not only were you alive but also had somehow managed to be around him. He couldn't have gone through this without you.

“They will find us, right?” You asked him so he hummed in response.

That was the hope.

His mum always told him to never lose hope in terrible situations. But how long would you two be able to keep your hopes high and spirits up?

Because it's been three weeks since you had been stranded on that forsaken island and nobody had turned up for you two.

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[kariachi]

Some fic. Same brand of shit that's been the last few, focusing on old rp stuffs with Monie. This time a daemon au.

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“So, are we telling people before your siblings show up,” Monette asked as she forced a brush through Chazz’s far too thick, wet hair. “Because you know they’re going to realize you’ve Settled as soon as they see you.”

“May as well tell everyone after breakfast,” he replied, rolling his eyes. In his lap, a brush going through her equally thick fur, Bala scoffed.

“They should’ve realized on their own at this point,” she said, as if they hadn’t been back for all of maybe five hours, come from school directly to their grandpair’s for break. Though she had been preening and posing more than usual. If nothing else it was enough for Cadyl to chuckle, setting Monie’s half-done evening braid aside long enough to reach around and scratch behind her ear.

“Yeah yeah, your beauty should have made it clear.” She flashed teeth nearly as long as his in response to the half-teasing tone, making a half-hearted lunge and snap at his hand at didn’t come near to landing.

“Don’t mock me, fluffnuts.” He just snorted, returning to taking advantage of having thumbs.

“You know that’d land harder if you weren’t also fluffy.” Huffing, Bala settled back with what was not a pout. Princetons didn’t pout, and if anyone claimed otherwise, they were hallucinating.

Monie and Cadyl had long decided something was wrong with this side of their family. Shit was wrong with the other one too, but that was more bigotry and less whatever was going on with their cousins over here.

“You’re gorgeous, darling,” Monie chimed in, running the brush through one last time to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. “An absolute alpine queen. Between the pair of you I’m amazed you weren’t sent home for beating suitors off with sticks.”

“It was close, if school’d run just a day longer.” Chazz smirked as he spoke, lifting his chin haughtily. The other pair laughed, he and his daemon somehow relaxing more than they had before at the sound. Weekly calls were one thing, but the four of them hadn’t seen each other in person for nearly a year.

There was something about sitting in your room, laughing with your bestfriend that couldn’t be compared to.

“We could’ve gotten a few more days of relief, at least, if those morons hadn’t decided to throw that party,” Bala said- “It wasn’t even good.”-with the sneer that meant they’d had fun and appreciated the effort.

“Well lucky we already have one planned,” Cadyl said.

“You can take pictures back in the fall,” Monette continued, “show them what a proper party looks like.” Though unable to turn to look at her, not with her already working his hair into a braid for the night, Chazz’s tone got the desire through.

“Did you just show up and tell grandad and gram you were throwing a party for no reason?”

“Mm-hm. It’s not as if it would have mattered if they said no, we already have things scheduled and paid for.” The other pair barked a laugh in unison, Bala shaking her head while Chazz rolled his eyes.

“You spoiled little- Do they deny you anything?”

“Do they deny you?”

“If we counted it up, it would probably be more often,” Bala said. Chuckling, Monie and Cadyl shook their heads. He finished up her braid, giving a light tug before walking across the bed to drape himself over Bala’s legs.

“They want to talk to you lot, by the way,” he said, stroking her fur when she and Chazz both tensed. “They’re going to wait until your siblings arrive and get settled before calling you all into the office.” Monette set Chazz’s hair aside for the moment, instead looping her arms around his chest and giving a gentle squeeze.

“They were talking with our parents. They’re pissed. Like ‘will Slade and Idida still be in the will’ pissed.” Chazz took a steadying breath, Bala’s tail swinging anxiously.

There were two pairs alive that didn’t get anxious staring down their grandpair- not helped by the sheer size of cape buffalo- and those were Monie and Cadyl and their damming pair. The entire rest of the family, even though they’d never had anything worse harsh words well deserved and firm discipline, still hated to see their ire.

Cadyl scratched at Bala’s ear, Monette’s grip tightened.

“You know we’ll be right outside the door,” he said. With a huff Bala swatted at him, gentle enough to do minimal damage. Chazz put on a small smirk.

“The way they let you get away with things, we’ll be shocked if you aren’t in the office.” A laugh, another squeeze, and Monie returned to braiding while their daemons batted at each other in familiar play. “So, what’s the plan for this party?”

“Well to start with, you have an appointment with the tailor tomorrow afternoon, we want to make sure your new clothes fit right before they do the embroidery.”

“You’re getting a cloak for Christmas, by the way.”

“There’ll be people over to set everything up on the fourteenth, party is the fifteenth-”

“Five o’clock sharp, so you’ll be coming down somewhere about five twenty-five. A nice dramatic entrance.” Bala opened her out, openly bemused. “Consider it practice for your pro career.”

“You’re wearing boots, by the way, there’s going to be about two inches of fake snow and plenty of faux rocks for Bala to climb and show off on. And shrimp is in season so you are being spoiled-”

“You always spoil us,” Chazz pointed out.

“Because you deserve it. Things will be proper and prim for the first three hours to satisfy the old folks, we’ll be getting more upbeat and dancey at eight fifteen.”

“No, you aren’t expected to dance, but you are expected to signal the switch over and kick back looking over everything like the guests exist only for your amusement.”

“It shouldn’t be hard. We’re rehearsing the big moments on the thirteenth, so everything will be ready to go.”

“Remind me,” Bala said, raising her head to meet Chazz’s eyes, “if we ever marry, they don’t get to plan shit.” More laughter filled the room. Monette’s answering grin was wide and bright as Chazz’s smirk.

“And we don’t intend to have one of our own, so we’re hedging our bets here.”

[besidesitstoowarm]

"Vincent and the Doctor" thoughts

oh yeah. that hit different

this is the best episode of s5, imo, and one of the best episodes of the show. the museum scene alone at the end makes me cry every time, today was no exception. the plot is just that vincent van gogh saw the world's largest terror bird and then claimed to be pro life and died anyway so we're not getting into details there

i think it's extremely powerful that the creepy monster here was a merciless beast, utterly alone and abandoned, that vincent could see but no one else could. like talk about metaphors for severe mental illness. and then when they realized it wasn't angry, it was blind– it was scared, and he had killed it by mistake in self defense– well, there's this thing my therapist spent a lot of time working with me on, it's called "parts theory". basically every person is a collection of "parts" that all exist for some purpose, and every part is trying to help you, even if that's maladaptive. like, one of my parts we called the "stage manager", basically a panopticon prison guard, the part of me that feels compelled to micromanage everything about myself as if i am constantly on stage, constantly under scrutiny. the part exists in an attempt to control how i come off to other people, so i don't seem "too weird" or "accidentally very rude" or something. it drives a lot of disordered behavior but it's fundamentally protective

and vincent had an accidental, violent response to this scared thing lashing out, blind, alone. it had the capacity for great harm but was not actively malicious. and he could interact with it in a way that no one else could, and it was bloody and messy and painful. it felt so incredibly poignant. like how when the doctor was trying to coax him to go to the church and he was laying in bed crying, alone and afraid and cynical, lashing out. he was ostracized and othered by his mental illness, which made him desperately unhappy, which made him act in erratic ways that were offputting and sure to drive even the well-meaning away, perpetuating the cycle. it's really rich. i went to look up the writer to see if he'd written any other episodes of the show, and he hasn't, but he did write "love actually" so i owe him a debt i can never repay

this is cooking a little bit but i think it's interesting how the sunflowers amy fills the garden with are obviously real, while the sunflowers on the casket they pass on the way to the church look fake as fuck. the flowers in his real life, given to him as inspiration by someone who cares about him, are real and vibrant and complex, while the ones chosen by other people for other people are simple, flat, and look false. idk if they are fake but they look different and to me it's thematically resonant

a few things: i love how the actor playing van gogh is also scottish so he notes that amy has the same accent and asks if she is also from holland. when the doctor was waving his giant stick in the complete wrong direction, my bf said "this is what daemon was doing at harrenhal". i got to see almond blossoms my friend almond blossoms. amy saying she's not the marrying kind, yeowch. the actor crying in the museum fucking SOLDDDDD it he left no crumbs. it's of course devastating to know that they didn't change history and he still killed himself but i really love how they basically leave it at that, that his life was complex and that one miracle great weekend can't cure everything that was wrong with him but that they added to his pile of good things and that's not nothing. have you guys heard the theory that he didn't kill himself, he was shot by one of the boys in the village that bullied him and van gogh lied so the kid didn't get in trouble? i find it really compelling and i think i want it to be true bc it feels kinder somehow

next up we get a fun little bit of filler before shit pops off for real

[ryuzakemo128]

House of the Dragon Incorrect Quotes

Masterlist / Masterlist Part 2

Dividers Used: Link Starring: Daemon Targaryen & Freyja Skjaldmeyjar-Targaryen [Female Reader]

Freyja: Go fuck yourself. Daemon, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Freyja: What’s your body count? Daemon: Do you mean sex or murder?

Daemon: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Freyja: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Daemon: Freyja, what do you call people you go out with but don’t try to sleep with? Freyja: …People?

Daemon: Stop doing that. Freyja: Stop doing what? Daemon: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Freyja: What happened to your nose? Daemon: I used it to break some guy's fist.

Freyja: I feel like doing something stupid. Daemon: I’m stupid, do me.

[Incorrect Quotes Modern AU] Daemon: This date is boring! Freyja: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store. Daemon: Then why did you invite me? Freyja: I didn't, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Freyja I'll do whatever I want! ---------------------------------------------

Freyja: Daemon, you're my best friend. Daemon: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. Daemon: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

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Freyja: How would you like your coffee? Daemon: As dark and as bitter as my soul. Freyja, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

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Freyja: I like your new pants! Daemon: Thanks, they were 50 off! Freyja: I’d like them better if they were 100 off. winks Daemon: The store can’t just give away clothes for free. Freyja: That’s… not what I meant. Daemon: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Freyja.

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Daemon: If it’s any consolation, they got me here on a very misleading text message. Freyja: Technically, you are about to be screwed in the biology room.

Freyja: Do you think sex without love is a sin? Daemon: If it is, I’ll see you in hell.

Freyja: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. Daemon, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Freyja: Do it coward, you won't.

Freyja: Daemon and I are no longer dating. Daemon: Freyja, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Freyja: banging a pen on the table out of frustration Daemon: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Freyja: I— Freyja: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Daemon: Kill him. Freyja: This is the kind of quality advice I look for.

Freyja: Just say when. Daemon: When. Freyja: I- Freyja: Now or later? Daemon: Oh.

Freyja: Daemon, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery. Daemon: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!

Freyja: I’m sorry for being annoying. Freyja: It will happen again.

Freyja: Daemon taught me to think before I act. Freyja: …So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

Daemon: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things. Freyja: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Freyja: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Daemon: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.