So today I had like no motivation to write, I was exhausted from moving our pigs to a new pen (could only get the girls because our boy was being a stubborn ass) had to stand in the Texas heat and yes it is hot here right now, got severely sunburned on the back of my calves, and because of my health issues got lightheaded and couldn't help much because of the heat. So not a great day. But on top of that my mom is going up north to visit family so I'm stressed out because it's a 13 hour drive.
But let me put this simple, my motivation came back with a vengeance when I was on Ao3 trying to find a fanfic. I was scrolling trying to pick something that caught my eye and after around 15 minutes something did. So I went to the tags to make sure i wouldn't be triggered because we all have our issues only to find something that made my blood boil.
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As someone who has stayed up long hours writing, has cried because I felt like a failure to give people something to read. This. This one fucking tag pissed me off so much I sat my ass down and started writing and coming up with ideas for more oneshots.
And I am now about to start writing a VERY long oneshot for my friend.
So needless to say may be a shit day but there is always a reason to find creativity. And for me, in this last hour. It was a stupid fucking tag made by a stupid lazy ass person.
I had no idea this post would resonate with so many people. I let my vitriol surrounding several comments I received on a recent update get to me and it spilled out into .gif form and it’s now morphed into the most widely shared thing I’ve ever posted. So many comments and tags have said things along the lines of, “This was why I quit writing” or “This is why I hate writing fanfic.” And that’s soul crushing to hear, but I can relate.
But while there are some crappy and entitled readers, there are also many brilliant ones and I’m so grateful for them. The huge response to this post made me go back and skim through the comments on my old stories, and comments like the one below are about half the reason some of those stories got finished, even if it was months later.
Comments like these are so rare, but when they do come up, they leave me staring at my computer screen, drumming my fingers on the keyboard, struggling to convey my feelings about how their words have touched my heart. These are the comments that take the longest amount of time to respond to and the ones that cause me to wear out my backspace key the fastest.
It’s easy to complain, but it’s literally just as easy to praise, so I just wanted to take a moment to recognize all those dear and dedicated readers who have propped me up when I wanted to quit. Readers like you are why I keep writing, and why I even feel honored to do it on rare occasion.
And fellow writers, keep your heads up if you can. :)
The first type of comment breaks my heart, both as a writer and a reader. It’s why I’ve been tempted to quit a few times, in the rare moment when I’ve gotten them.
The second type is seriously the best and I try to leave comments, even short positive ones, for almost every fic I read and enjoy.
And its not even harder to leave a nice comment on a fic you disliked, either.
Say the summary was intriguing and the plot unique, but the writing style really wasn’t for you. You can comment “really interesting plot! Super original; great job” – and that way youre giving them feedback that is honest, yet purely positive (and thus inspiring to them).
It doesn’t help the author to know “Hey i didn’t like your writing style :-/”. That’s an asshole comment, and you should never leave something like that.
But did they have an interesting plot? A good grasp of the characters? A single line that made you chuckle? Anything good in there at all??? Comment on that. “Hey I really liked [that one single bit you liked].” Done!! Now the author knows they did a good job with [that one part] and they are enthused to keep writing — which means they get progressively better and better, and you ultimately get more stories in future.
My views on how people seem to think giving comments is a requirement or a responsibility of people on the internet aside, it IS fascinating when people leave comments like ‘so are you actually gonna finish this one or just leave us hanging forever like you did with [this fic]’
Unclear, person who should have known better! Who can say! I write these for free and fun with my spare time, so they fall by the wayside when life gets busy!
But I can tell you, that kind of comment sure does make me want to leave you specifically hanging for every story forever!
Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.
well 🧍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.
Hello everyone! I recently adopted another black kitten and he has one eye! And I think it’s the cutest thing ever. It’s really interesting seeing how he like things. He prefers to be pet on the side he’s missing his eye so I don’t block the vision of the good eye and I might just start writing Aemond based off my one eyed cat lol
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader!Niece, Daemon Targaryen x Niece!Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen x Female!OC,
Summary: For years Daemon never had a care in the world just, sex, wine and a good battle. With the exception of his favorite niece. His little dragon he called her. He swore to be there for her and he got himself exiled when she needed him the most. Now, he returns from war at the step stones and is determined to get her back. No matter the cost.
Warnings: minor errors in spelling and grammar, Targaryen Inscest, mentions of sex, oral female and male receiving, talk of nudity, mentions of death and blood, mother murdered, dead babies, depression, periods, vulgar language. If your watching hotd than you should already know that stuff written about it will not be clean in the slightest.
Author Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out, life happened and as we all know it tends to suck at times. This is somewhat edited but please be kind. I’m not gonna lie, I’m not very happy with this chapter but I hope you all enjoy it
Word count: 2.3k
Previous Chapter
You’re in your chambers sat on the settee looking out the window having a cup of tea when there is a knock, your sworn protector announces that the Queen wishes to speak with you. You stood and gave a curt nod and he stepped aside allowing her to enter.
“Your grace.” You curtsied to her.
“Will you be joining us for the hunt in honor of Aegon’s name day?”
“My apologies your grace. I hadn’t prepared to nor do I find hunting pleasant.”
“You could always join me with the other ladies in the tents. Your sister will be joining us.”
“You spoke with Rhaenyra?”
“I have. In truth, it needn’t be this way. Between all of us. None of it needs be.”
“Alicent, you were her closest friend and now you are married and with child from her father. What did you truly expect from her?”
“I tried explaining to her but she wouldn’t hear it.”
“So explain to me. How is it that after my mother dies only a year after my father has plans to wed you?”
“My father had me visit your father after your mother’s passing. To be a friend to him in his time of grief.”
“I should have known your father would play a part in this.”
“We quite enjoyed each other’s company.”
“Thank you, your grace. I believe I have some packing to do seeing the hunt typically last two nights.”
You continued to pack for the hunt seeing as there was no way to get out of it. Alicent had managed to convince Rhaenyra to join so it only seems right that you do as well. Truly you didn’t hate Alicent. You understood she merely just did as her father had asked of her. Just wanting to make him happy. You of all people understood the need to please a parent.
Once in the carriage and on the way to the woods your father attempted to make small talk to help with the uncomfortable silence.
“How lovely. My two daughters, my wife, and my son all together on this joyous occasion. How are you fairing y/n my dear?”
“I’m quite well. Thank you, father.”
“Alicent, should you be traveling in such condition?” Rhaenyra ask.
“The master said that being out in nature would do me well.” Alicent responded and your father added in, “Hopefully one of you will be with your own child, sooner rather than later. And make me a proud grandsire.”
“It’s all that bad. The days are long but Aegon came quickly without a fuss.” Alicent added in.
“The two of you should ride out with me. Join in on the chase.” Your father said and as usual, Rhaenyra was the first to retort.
“I’d rather not. The boars squeal like children when they’re being slaughtered. I find it discomforting.”
“Then how else will you participate? It’s a hunt Rhaenyra. How would you like to participate?”
“I’m not sure why I must.” Rhaenyra snapped back.
“Because you are my daughter. The princess. And you have duties.”
“As I am ceaselessly reminded.”
“I’m sorry?”
“As I am ceaselessly reminded.” Rhaenyra retorted louder
“You wouldn’t need to be reminded if you ever attended to them.”
“No ones here for me. Besides Y/n is your daughter as well. I don’t hear you incessantly reminding her of her duties.”
“Because you are my heir Rhaenyra. And your sister has never failed to perform her duties as princess of the realm. Y/n how do you plan on participating in the hunt?”
“I planned on remaining with the other ladies of the court. If you would like for me to ride out with you I shall, just do not ask of me to remain for any slaughtering.” You responded to your father.
“See, your sister has no problems communicating properly. Why must you be so difficult at times Rhaenyra?”
Rhaenyra just turned and glared at you. You all sat in an uncomfortable silence on the ride to the godswood forest.
It didn’t last long till Father and Rhaenyra got into an argument at the hunt. That you weren’t there for seeing as you were hiding away in your tent attempting to rest from the stressful carriage ride.
Rhaenyra took off on her horse and Sir Criston followed her. Eventually, you got on your horse in search of them. The sun had already set when you had found them. Sir Criston started a fire in which the three of you sat around it.
“Do you remember that one time? We both snuck off on Dirrax to Dragon Stone.” Rhaenyra started recounting the days of mischief the two of you shared.
“Yes. I wouldn’t exactly call it sneaking given the size of him but yes. Mother and father were furious. You were 10 and 1 years of age and I 10 and 5 years of age.”
“It was nice though. Away from court.”
“I agree. Perhaps we can return sometime. Just the two of us.” Ser Criston told stories of his childhood as both Rhaenyra and Y/n listened and told stories of there. Sneaking into the kitchens and stealing cakes. Taking sips of their uncle's wine when he wasn’t holding onto his cup.
“That was hard. Uncle Daemon not have his goblet in his hand. Is like a knight not having his sword on his side.” The girls laughed all night. “Princesses I must make a final plea that we return to camp.”
“I rather like it out here. What says you sister?” Ask Rhaenyra
“I quite like it as well.” You respond.
“Your grace is likely to be worried by your absences.” Ser Criston spoke up.
“His grace can worry himself to death if he so likes. Tell me Ser Criston, do you think the realm will ever accept me as their queen?”
“They have no choice but to, princess.” You three sat in silence as the horses began to fret. Ser Criston unsheathed his sword as twigs began to crack. He began to walk towards the noise when a wild bore came out of the bushes and knocked him to the ground. It turned and charged at Rhaenyra. It was then that y/n rose and stabbed it from behind while Rhaenyra held it back by its shoulders from biting her. The stabs did nothing to subdue the animal. It wasn’t till Ser Criston pierced its body with his sword that the beast fell. Both princesses lay catching their breath when the animal started to rise and growl, Rhaenyra stabbed the animal until it well passed unmoving, taking all her aggression out on it. Rhaenyras stabs got slower, as she began to cry. Y/n grabbed Rhaenyra and pulled her off the animal and into her. Rhaenyra dropped the dagger and began to cry to her sister. Y/n held her till her sobs stopped and they lay together till morning.
“Nyra. Is it just Jason Lannister you don’t wish to marry or is it something else?”
“While no I don’t wish to marry a Lannister. How will I ever know someone is marrying me for me and not my crown? For a chance to become king. My husband can kill me and become king. I can die on the birthing bed as our mother did. Y/n I am scared.”
“I understand Nyra. And I shall protect you. We will ride back to camp. And I will propose a tour. It will give us time to think of a plan that pleases Father. You understand?”
“Yes. I understand.”
The three of you began your journey back to camp and took a moment to view the horizon. When a white stag appeared. Ser Criston began to unsheathe his sword and Rhaenyra quickly told him no in a hushed tone to not startle the animal. The three of you stayed and gazed at its beauty before returning to camp. When returned to camp sir Criston took the boar to the cooks. While the rest of camp including your father and the Hightowers watched as you and Rhaenyra made your way to the tent covered in blood from the boar. Once returned to the castle you and Rhaenyra agree to speak to your father on the morrow.
Rhaenyra meets you at your chambers with the Kingsguard.
“Why do you bring fathers, men?”
“He has requested our presence.” She answers. The two of you make your way to your father escorted by his guards to the council meeting chambers where he is instructing Ser Addam to make haste with a message to Prince Daemon at Drawfstone.
“Drawfstone?” Questions Rhaenyra.
“I’m sending word to Daemon. Aid is sailing to the step stones.”
“Did he make a call for help?” You ask.
“He would sooner die. But his king does not mean to allow that.” Rhaenyra and you both sit. “Do you not think my decision correct?”
“It is no consequence to what I think as I am so often reminded.”
“Daemon is thorn enough in my flesh. Will you insist on taking after him? Must everything be a battle?”
“If you refer to your attempt to marry me off to Casterly Rock.”
“I am sorry, Rhaenyra. I was trying to help you. Will you not be helped? Why must every effort on your behalf be resisted as if to the death?”
“Because you mean to replace me with Alicent Hightower’s son, the boy you always wanted. You have him in your hands now. You have no further use for me. You might as well peddle me for what you can. Who’s to stop you from doing the same to y/n? A mount stronghold or a fleet of ships. Perhaps both, you have two daughters to peddle.”
“You have misjudged, girls.”
“All know it. Jason Lannister knows it. You said it yourself, the lords of the realm gather like vultures to a carcass hoping to feast on my bones.”
“It is true that as rulers we must marry for advantage, to forge alliances and bolster our strength. You have always understood this. I myself was promised to your mother when I was-“
“Ten and seven years of age. The Vale had an army to rival the North. I’ve heard that story since I’ve had ears too. As I’m sure y/n has too.”
“I loved her. She made a man of me. I do not seek to replace you, child. You’ve both been much alone these last few years. Alone and angry. I will not live forever. I wish to see you contented, happy even. Both my girls.”
“You think a man will do it?” Rhaenyra speaks.
“A family.”
“I had a family. We had a family!” Rhaenyra shouts. You take hold of her hand to remind her not to say something she shall regret.
“What would you have me do?”
“If it were for advantage, you would’ve wed Laena Velaryon!”
“That is true enough. You must marry, strengthen your own claim, shore up your succession, and multiply. As to your match, make it yourself. Search him out. Find one that pleases you, as I did.”
“I would like to propose an idea. We go on tour. Find a match.”
“That is a wonderful idea y/n. Girls.” A pause,” I did waver. At one time. But Rhaenyra I swear to you now, on your mother’s memory, you will not be supplanted.” With that, you both walked away. “Y/n. Stay behind dear.”
Once Rhaenyra was gone and the doors closed your father began to speak.
“As I said to your sister. You shall make your own match. But as my first born I ask, perhaps you can whisper in your sister’s ear about Laenor Velaryon. It could strengthen her claim to the throne. As for you. I would like you to think about Harrwin Strong. If you find love on the tour I will not stand in the way, if you do not. Please consider Ser Harwin.”
“You do not send aid for your brother. You send aid to ensure the safety of Laenor Velaryons’ life. You don’t care for Daemon's life. Lord Corlys will protect his son. Daemon is alone.”
“Daemon wishes to get himself killed he will do it on his own accord.”
“And you’ve just pushed him to it. He will never accept your aid! As you said he would sooner die before asking for help, by sending it you have pushed him to his death.”
“I will never understand your infatuation with him.”
“And you never shall. He will have one thing on his mind, defeating the triarchy before your ships arrive! All reason will be gone from his mind.”
“Then that shall be his own doing!”
“Then his blood will be on your hands just as Mothers is!” With that, you took your leave.
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader!Niece, Daemon Targaryen x Niece!Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen x Female!OC,
Summary: For years Daemon never had a care in the world just, sex, wine and a good battle. With the exception of his favorite niece. His little dragon he called her. He swore to be there for her and he got himself exiled when she needed him the most. Now, he returns from war at the step stones and is determined to get her back. No matter the cost.
Warnings: minor errors in spelling and grammar, Targaryen Inscest, mentions of sex, oral female and male receiving, talk of nudity, mentions of death and blood, mother murdered, dead babies, depression, periods, vulgar language. If your watching hotd than you should already know that stuff written about it will not be clean in the slightest.
Author Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out, life happened and as we all know it tends to suck at times. This is somewhat edited but please be kind. I’m not gonna lie, I’m not very happy with this chapter but I hope you all enjoy it
Word count: 2.3k
Previous Chapter
You’re in your chambers sat on the settee looking out the window having a cup of tea when there is a knock, your sworn protector announces that the Queen wishes to speak with you. You stood and gave a curt nod and he stepped aside allowing her to enter.
“Your grace.” You curtsied to her.
“Will you be joining us for the hunt in honor of Aegon’s name day?”
“My apologies your grace. I hadn’t prepared to nor do I find hunting pleasant.”
“You could always join me with the other ladies in the tents. Your sister will be joining us.”
“You spoke with Rhaenyra?”
“I have. In truth, it needn’t be this way. Between all of us. None of it needs be.”
“Alicent, you were her closest friend and now you are married and with child from her father. What did you truly expect from her?”
“I tried explaining to her but she wouldn’t hear it.”
“So explain to me. How is it that after my mother dies only a year after my father has plans to wed you?”
“My father had me visit your father after your mother’s passing. To be a friend to him in his time of grief.”
“I should have known your father would play a part in this.”
“We quite enjoyed each other’s company.”
“Thank you, your grace. I believe I have some packing to do seeing the hunt typically last two nights.”
You continued to pack for the hunt seeing as there was no way to get out of it. Alicent had managed to convince Rhaenyra to join so it only seems right that you do as well. Truly you didn’t hate Alicent. You understood she merely just did as her father had asked of her. Just wanting to make him happy. You of all people understood the need to please a parent.
Once in the carriage and on the way to the woods your father attempted to make small talk to help with the uncomfortable silence.
“How lovely. My two daughters, my wife, and my son all together on this joyous occasion. How are you fairing y/n my dear?”
“I’m quite well. Thank you, father.”
“Alicent, should you be traveling in such condition?” Rhaenyra ask.
“The master said that being out in nature would do me well.” Alicent responded and your father added in, “Hopefully one of you will be with your own child, sooner rather than later. And make me a proud grandsire.”
“It’s all that bad. The days are long but Aegon came quickly without a fuss.” Alicent added in.
“The two of you should ride out with me. Join in on the chase.” Your father said and as usual, Rhaenyra was the first to retort.
“I’d rather not. The boars squeal like children when they’re being slaughtered. I find it discomforting.”
“Then how else will you participate? It’s a hunt Rhaenyra. How would you like to participate?”
“I’m not sure why I must.” Rhaenyra snapped back.
“Because you are my daughter. The princess. And you have duties.”
“As I am ceaselessly reminded.”
“I’m sorry?”
“As I am ceaselessly reminded.” Rhaenyra retorted louder
“You wouldn’t need to be reminded if you ever attended to them.”
“No ones here for me. Besides Y/n is your daughter as well. I don’t hear you incessantly reminding her of her duties.”
“Because you are my heir Rhaenyra. And your sister has never failed to perform her duties as princess of the realm. Y/n how do you plan on participating in the hunt?”
“I planned on remaining with the other ladies of the court. If you would like for me to ride out with you I shall, just do not ask of me to remain for any slaughtering.” You responded to your father.
“See, your sister has no problems communicating properly. Why must you be so difficult at times Rhaenyra?”
Rhaenyra just turned and glared at you. You all sat in an uncomfortable silence on the ride to the godswood forest.
It didn’t last long till Father and Rhaenyra got into an argument at the hunt. That you weren’t there for seeing as you were hiding away in your tent attempting to rest from the stressful carriage ride.
Rhaenyra took off on her horse and Sir Criston followed her. Eventually, you got on your horse in search of them. The sun had already set when you had found them. Sir Criston started a fire in which the three of you sat around it.
“Do you remember that one time? We both snuck off on Dirrax to Dragon Stone.” Rhaenyra started recounting the days of mischief the two of you shared.
“Yes. I wouldn’t exactly call it sneaking given the size of him but yes. Mother and father were furious. You were 10 and 1 years of age and I 10 and 5 years of age.”
“It was nice though. Away from court.”
“I agree. Perhaps we can return sometime. Just the two of us.” Ser Criston told stories of his childhood as both Rhaenyra and Y/n listened and told stories of there. Sneaking into the kitchens and stealing cakes. Taking sips of their uncle's wine when he wasn’t holding onto his cup.
“That was hard. Uncle Daemon not have his goblet in his hand. Is like a knight not having his sword on his side.” The girls laughed all night. “Princesses I must make a final plea that we return to camp.”
“I rather like it out here. What says you sister?” Ask Rhaenyra
“I quite like it as well.” You respond.
“Your grace is likely to be worried by your absences.” Ser Criston spoke up.
“His grace can worry himself to death if he so likes. Tell me Ser Criston, do you think the realm will ever accept me as their queen?”
“They have no choice but to, princess.” You three sat in silence as the horses began to fret. Ser Criston unsheathed his sword as twigs began to crack. He began to walk towards the noise when a wild bore came out of the bushes and knocked him to the ground. It turned and charged at Rhaenyra. It was then that y/n rose and stabbed it from behind while Rhaenyra held it back by its shoulders from biting her. The stabs did nothing to subdue the animal. It wasn’t till Ser Criston pierced its body with his sword that the beast fell. Both princesses lay catching their breath when the animal started to rise and growl, Rhaenyra stabbed the animal until it well passed unmoving, taking all her aggression out on it. Rhaenyras stabs got slower, as she began to cry. Y/n grabbed Rhaenyra and pulled her off the animal and into her. Rhaenyra dropped the dagger and began to cry to her sister. Y/n held her till her sobs stopped and they lay together till morning.
“Nyra. Is it just Jason Lannister you don’t wish to marry or is it something else?”
“While no I don’t wish to marry a Lannister. How will I ever know someone is marrying me for me and not my crown? For a chance to become king. My husband can kill me and become king. I can die on the birthing bed as our mother did. Y/n I am scared.”
“I understand Nyra. And I shall protect you. We will ride back to camp. And I will propose a tour. It will give us time to think of a plan that pleases Father. You understand?”
“Yes. I understand.”
The three of you began your journey back to camp and took a moment to view the horizon. When a white stag appeared. Ser Criston began to unsheathe his sword and Rhaenyra quickly told him no in a hushed tone to not startle the animal. The three of you stayed and gazed at its beauty before returning to camp. When returned to camp sir Criston took the boar to the cooks. While the rest of camp including your father and the Hightowers watched as you and Rhaenyra made your way to the tent covered in blood from the boar. Once returned to the castle you and Rhaenyra agree to speak to your father on the morrow.
Rhaenyra meets you at your chambers with the Kingsguard.
“Why do you bring fathers, men?”
“He has requested our presence.” She answers. The two of you make your way to your father escorted by his guards to the council meeting chambers where he is instructing Ser Addam to make haste with a message to Prince Daemon at Drawfstone.
“Drawfstone?” Questions Rhaenyra.
“I’m sending word to Daemon. Aid is sailing to the step stones.”
“Did he make a call for help?” You ask.
“He would sooner die. But his king does not mean to allow that.” Rhaenyra and you both sit. “Do you not think my decision correct?”
“It is no consequence to what I think as I am so often reminded.”
“Daemon is thorn enough in my flesh. Will you insist on taking after him? Must everything be a battle?”
“If you refer to your attempt to marry me off to Casterly Rock.”
“I am sorry, Rhaenyra. I was trying to help you. Will you not be helped? Why must every effort on your behalf be resisted as if to the death?”
“Because you mean to replace me with Alicent Hightower’s son, the boy you always wanted. You have him in your hands now. You have no further use for me. You might as well peddle me for what you can. Who’s to stop you from doing the same to y/n? A mount stronghold or a fleet of ships. Perhaps both, you have two daughters to peddle.”
“You have misjudged, girls.”
“All know it. Jason Lannister knows it. You said it yourself, the lords of the realm gather like vultures to a carcass hoping to feast on my bones.”
“It is true that as rulers we must marry for advantage, to forge alliances and bolster our strength. You have always understood this. I myself was promised to your mother when I was-“
“Ten and seven years of age. The Vale had an army to rival the North. I’ve heard that story since I’ve had ears too. As I’m sure y/n has too.”
“I loved her. She made a man of me. I do not seek to replace you, child. You’ve both been much alone these last few years. Alone and angry. I will not live forever. I wish to see you contented, happy even. Both my girls.”
“You think a man will do it?” Rhaenyra speaks.
“A family.”
“I had a family. We had a family!” Rhaenyra shouts. You take hold of her hand to remind her not to say something she shall regret.
“What would you have me do?”
“If it were for advantage, you would’ve wed Laena Velaryon!”
“That is true enough. You must marry, strengthen your own claim, shore up your succession, and multiply. As to your match, make it yourself. Search him out. Find one that pleases you, as I did.”
“I would like to propose an idea. We go on tour. Find a match.”
“That is a wonderful idea y/n. Girls.” A pause,” I did waver. At one time. But Rhaenyra I swear to you now, on your mother’s memory, you will not be supplanted.” With that, you both walked away. “Y/n. Stay behind dear.”
Once Rhaenyra was gone and the doors closed your father began to speak.
“As I said to your sister. You shall make your own match. But as my first born I ask, perhaps you can whisper in your sister’s ear about Laenor Velaryon. It could strengthen her claim to the throne. As for you. I would like you to think about Harrwin Strong. If you find love on the tour I will not stand in the way, if you do not. Please consider Ser Harwin.”
“You do not send aid for your brother. You send aid to ensure the safety of Laenor Velaryons’ life. You don’t care for Daemon's life. Lord Corlys will protect his son. Daemon is alone.”
“Daemon wishes to get himself killed he will do it on his own accord.”
“And you’ve just pushed him to it. He will never accept your aid! As you said he would sooner die before asking for help, by sending it you have pushed him to his death.”
“I will never understand your infatuation with him.”
“And you never shall. He will have one thing on his mind, defeating the triarchy before your ships arrive! All reason will be gone from his mind.”
“Then that shall be his own doing!”
“Then his blood will be on your hands just as Mothers is!” With that, you took your leave.
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader!Niece, Daemon Targaryen x Niece!Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen x Female!OC,
Summary: For years Daemon never had a care in the world just, sex, wine and a good battle. With the exception of his favorite niece. His little dragon he called her. He swore to be there for her and he got himself exiled when she needed him the most. Now, he returns from war at the step stones and is determined to get her back. No matter the cost.
Warnings: minor errors in spelling and grammar, Targaryen Inscest, mentions of sex, oral female and male receiving, talk of nudity, mentions of death and blood, mother murdered, dead babies, depression, periods, vulgar language. If your watching hotd than you should already know that stuff written about it will not be clean in the slightest.
Author Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out, life happened and as we all know it tends to suck at times
Word Count: 4.4k
Previous Chapter
“Come join me! ‘Tis quite warm!”
“No, how can I trust you speak the truth? I am quite content here enjoying the view.”
“Daemon! Please!” You yelled to him. In time he eventually caved and undressed to join you. By all means who was he to deny you what you wanted.
“You lie! It’s fucking cold!” He yelled walking to you.
“I don’t lie, I’ve just been in long enough that it’s quite nice.”
He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into him, stood in the ocean.
“I could live here, till the end of my days.” You whispered, head on his chest.
“On Dragonstone?”
“In your arms.” Just the two of you.
Eventually you both decide to return to your chambers for rest. Walking up with daemon barefoot in his breeches and you barefoot in his tunic. The staff looked at the two of you wide eyed as you both walked through the halls laughing and talking.
“Oh do you remember that time Rhaenyra got drunk?”
“I’m sorry, Rhaenyra?” He looked at you in disbelief given she is only 4 and 10 years of age.
“Oh no! You were away! I shall tell you the story than. She was only 10 years of age and I believe it was my father’s name day and he was drinking his wine at a faster pace than usual as well as consuming my mothers because she was with child as always. Nyra saw it fit to help him finish his own glass when he turned to drink mothers. Nobody had noticed what she was doing.”
“Well clearly you noticed if you are relaying the events.”
“No, actually. It was her who stumbled in laughing pissing herself into my bedchambers. When she woke the next morning I questioned her as to what she had gotten her self into the night prior and she told me. Although the fact that she was dancing and telling jest to about any lord or servant that would hear her should have given her away.”
Daemon listened to you as the two of you walked to your bedchamber. A fondness in his eyes. The servants were in shock and some shied away from watching the Rogue Prince appear happy. He smiled with you. None of them had seen him smile.
A warm bath was already prepared when the two of you entered the room. The maids knew not to linger. You laid against his chest as you both laid in the hot water enjoying each other’s presence. It was Daemon who spoke first ruining the silent bliss.
“We must start our journey back to Kings Landing on the morrow.”
“You swore 4 days to me.” You answered him back.
“We’ve stayed 3, our journey together will be the fourth. We won’t arrive till the hour of the wolf.”
“May we return here to Dragonstone as we wish?”
“If your father does not have my head for bringing you here then yes.”
“Daemon.” You whispered.
“Yes?” He answered. You turned between his legs to face him, the water spilling from the sides of the basin.
“I want you to…” you were unable to finish your own sentence from your own nervousness. Your face red unable to express your wishes to him.”
“What is it you want sweet girl. Tell me.”
“I want you to, to. Touch me.” You whispered the last part.
“Touch you how?” He asked feigning naivety.
“Fuck me.” You whispered. He threw his head back and groaned.
“Oh my sweet girl, how I wish I could. We must time such things. If I do so now your father will have my head and he will marry you off to the first lord who will take you.” He tried to reason with you. It was hard to given that he barely got 3 words in before your hand gripped his cock. Once in your soft hand he was rock solid. It took everything with in him not to have you as he truly wished every night here on Dragonstone.
“Wed me. In the tradition of our house, take me as your second wife.” You told him now working your hand up and down his length the water begins to rock due to your hand movements on his length threatening to spill from the tub.
“You are so much more than a second wife zaldrītsos.” He moaned out eyes clenched closed as you continued your movements. He laid there enjoying the feel of your hand working his length. His own hand never being able to bring the same relief yours was bringing him. He knows once he has your cunt wrapped around him, you will have ruined every whore for him, He will solely crave you.
Once the bath was ruined from his release the two of you got out and prepared for bed. Once in bed the two of you drifted off to sleep in each others arms. The next morning Daemon kept his word and the two of you left on Dyrax at sunrise and started your journey to Kingslanding. Once arrived at the hour of the wolf you and Daemon used the secret passageways to your chambers. The two of you held each other one last time. Tasted each other one last time.
When you woke the next morning it was Rhaenyra who had awoken you by jumping into your bed.
“You’ve returned! Oh I thought you would never return from Dragonstone! How was it with Daemon?”
“It was lovely. A much needed rest from court. I must ask. Is father aware?”
“He is unaware to my knowledge.”
“Perfect.”
“Tell me y/n!” She shouted at you, now realizing you would have no choice but to tell her everything. Well, excluding the intimate details. Your day continued on as usual as if you hadn’t been away for 5 days. Daemon returned to his gold cloaks, day time training and nightly patrols.
Otto fucking Hightower. You had returned to court your second day back from Dragonstone. When Otto the cunt of a hand asked you how your time at Dragonstone was, infront of your father.
“You were at Dragonstone? When?” Questioned your father.
“Just 2 days past. I needed to be alone to grieve mother.”
“Did you not arrive at the hour of the wolf with Prince Daemon?”
“Yes I did. It was his idea and it helped. I enjoyed the waters of Dragonstone and I was able to cry and sleep as I pleased. No court, no politics, no murmurs of my mother and brother’s death around the castle. Silence and rest.”
“That sounds lovely my girl. I’m glad you are rested.” Your father responded. One thing Otto didn’t know, is your father would be sure not to upset you after watching him choose a son over his wife. Now he has no heir, no wife and could possibly loose his two daughters.
“Thank you father.” She said smiling to him.
“We must discuss Daemon and the way he is abusing his city watch status. He is acting as judge and executioner, 2 horse pulled carriages were used to rid of the carnage. Many would say it a massacre and abuse of power. His first night back and the people are met with his blade.”
“Has crime not gone down?” You spoke up.
“Excuse me princess?” Answered Otto abruptly.
“He instills fear in criminals, should the people of kings landing remain honest, not steal and not rape than they should have nothing to fear by the gold cloaks nightly patrols.”
“The city watch is not to instill fear.” Otto retorts.
“Maester Fredrick, get me the crime reports please. From the last 3 years.”
“Yes princess.” Said the maester and quickly left.
“Ser Harwin strong was lead commander while your uncle was away. Crime remained down and there were no live slaughters.” Oh how Otto got under her skin.
“While that may remain true how long till the city’s criminals retaliate. If they don’t fear death or loss of limb who is to say that crime won’t raise once again. Daemon has returned, I propose we allow a fortnight to compare results and we will see if the matter requires further discussion with Daemon present. All who agree?” And with that everyone agreed, your father spoke.
“Marvelous idea my dear. We shall allow a fortnight and we will proceed from there. Your king is tired, if there are no further matters that require my attention I shall retire for the evening.” With that he stood, everyone else stood and he left. Once you exited the room you had crossed paths with Maester Fredrick and the records.
“Have them sent to my chambers please.” You asked.
“Of course princess.” He left in search for your handmaid, what you assume. Once you retired to your room’s Rhaenyra came running in.
“I can’t believe the way you put Otto in his place!” Rhaenyra threw herself onto your bed laughing.
“Do you notice the way it absolutely angers him that father allows me a seat on his council.“ you said laying down next to her.
“Yes! I really thought father was going to storm out the council room in search for Daemon after what Otto said.”
“As did I. Truthfully I’m relieved he didn’t further question it. Or that Otto didn’t press into it. You think Otto has spies on Dragonstone?”
“No. I don’t believe so. You?”
“No.” You laid there thinking about if Otto did. Surely he knew something to bring up your leave with Daemon.
Two days later another council meeting was called. You all took your seats and Otto spoke first. “Before we begin your grace, I have a report I feel compelled to share. Last night Prince Daemon bought out one of the pleasure houses on the street of silk to entertain officers of the city watch and other friends of his. He toasted Prince Baelon styling him the heir for a day. After he goes on to say how it will be him and his seed who sit the iron throne. “If his heir won’t sit the throne at least mine shall after I fill his daughter with my seed.” I corroborated this report with three separate witnesses. The evening was by all accounts a celebration.”
You sat in shock at Otto’s words. You watched as your father ordered his guards to have Daemon sent to the throne room. You left to your chambers. Rhaenyra followed close behind. Once alone she spoke first.
“I’m not sure what’s more upsetting, our uncles words or your betrayal.” Rhaenyra speaks coldly.
“My betrayal? Pray-tell sister, how do I betray you?”
“You let him take you to Dragonstone like some whore. Was it worth it? Being sullied by him just to have him run into the arms of another whore.”
“You dare call me a whore? You know nothing baby sister, don’t you dare act as if you do. I remain as virtuous as the day I was born. He may have ran into the arms of his whore but he has never had me! I swear it on the memory of our mother, I have not laid with Daemon in the matter of which you accuse me.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Rhaenyra began to cry. You embraced her in a hug.
“It is alright. I forgive you. I know, what we heard was upsetting. Father will talk to him and then I. I will get us answers. I swear this to you.”
“Okay.” She whispered holding onto you. You waited a while before leaving to Daemons chambers once Rhaenyra fell asleep in your bed.
You found him being watched by a knight of your father’s kings guard as he packed his belongings.
“Leave us.” You command as you enter.
“I can’t do that princess.” He says.
“You can and you will, your princess commands it. Shall he escape I will ensure you will not face the wrath of the king. Now leave us.” You promise him. With this he takes your word and waits outside the door while you talk to Daemon.
“You heard.”
“Heir for the day?”
“Y/n.”
“No! I can’t believe you Daemon,”fill his daughter with my seed.” What kind of nonsense is that?” You shouted at him, all he could do is reach out to you. You quickly stepped back.
“Do not touch me after you lay with your whores. I truly hope it was worth it because you will never have me not after this. You swore you would be here for me! You don’t even last a fortnight before you get your self exiled! You made a mockery of my dead mother and brother. Of me!”
“Who is to say I want you! I’ve never made such a proclamation!” He shouts back at you. You stare at him in shock, was it all in your head? Did he just see as another one of his whores when you bare with him on Dragonstone, the nights spent in his arms. The kisses and care in his touch. You step back from him.
“Y/n” he reaches for your arm once more. You step back again.
“No. I apologize uncle. I believed something that was not there.”
“Y/n.” He called your name once more.
“I’m sorry I ever believed you to be the man I need.” With that you left him there and made your way back to your chambers. The guard escorted Daemon to the dragon pit. You heard of your father exiling your uncle to the vale with his wife. You stayed in bed. For days on end.
5 months after Daemons exile your father called you and Rhaenyra to the cellars of the red keep.
“What is it farther.”
“My darling girls. It has been sometime.”
“You have not talked to us in 6 months” Rhaenyra states.
“And I apologize. When you see dragons, what do you see.”
“Father what is this?” You question him.
“Just tell me what you see.” He repeats himself.
“I suppose I see us, they say Targaryen’s are closer to gods than men and they say that because our dragons. Without them we are just like everyone else.” Rhaenyra says.
“I’m sorry Y/n, Rhaenyra. I have waisted the years since you were born on wishing for a son. You are the very best of your mother and I believe it and I know she did that you could be a great queen, ruling queen.”
“Father. Daemon is your heir. Y/n your first born.”
“I understand but I believe that it is you that can unite the realm when the time comes. Only a strong ruling king or queen can do that. While you are strong and passionate Y/n is level headed. Y/n you will need to protect your sister, guide her as heir to the throne. It is you who I believe can do that best. You are caring and quick thinking, you have always protected and cared for Rhaenyra, more so now while you both mourn the loss of your mother you have remained strong and reliable through it all.”
“With Rhaenyra on the thrown and you as her council, her hand. The realm will remain strong long after my death.”
With in 3 days time the realm was pledging their loyalty to the crown, to king Viserys and heir to the throne Princess Rhaenyra. And while you would never admit it to your sister, you were hurt that your father named her heir and not you. You knew in your heart it was punishment for your time on Dragonstone with Daemon. Nonetheless you bent the knee pledging your loyalty to your sister.
~time jump~
1 month time has gone passed. Your mother dead 7 months. Your uncle gone for 6 months, squatting on Dragonstone. Apart of you wanted to fly to him be done with the politics, for him to take you as his wife in exile. But you were still hurt by the last words he spoke to you, and you were needed in kings landing. Your father, Rhaenyra. You sit at the small council table while your sister remains cup bearer. Frankly you and Rhaenyra are exhausted of hearing talk of your father needing to remarry. Lord Corlys keeps pushing for father to marry Laena. While you and Rhaenyra understand it was to happen with time, the vultures push to rush.
An emergency small council meeting was called. You and Rhaenyra hurry your way to the council room. Upon entering there is dragon keeper waiting to speak.
Ziry occurred isse se blackness hen bantis, issa lords, during se hour hen massa. Se thief eluded īlva pursuit
(It occurred in the blackness of night, my lords, during the hour of the Bat. The thief eluded our pursuit.)
Skorkydoso iksos ziry possible bona nykeā zaldrīzes’s drōmon istan stolen hen hen hen gōvilagon tolī than tōmēpsa zaldrīzes keepers?
(How is it possible that a dragon’s egg was stolen out of from beneath more than fifty Dragon keepers?)
Ziry istan prince daemon qilōni istan se culprit, aōha dārōñe…
(It was Prince Daemon who was the culprit, your grace…)
“Daemon?” Your father spoke in a questioning tone, questioning himself as to why Daemon would do such a thing.
“The prince left a missive, which I believe might explain.” Spoke Otto.
“It is the pleasure of Daemon Targaryen, the prince of dragonstone and rightful heir to the iron throne, to announce that he is to take a second wife in the tradition of Old Valyria. She is to assume the title of Lady Mysaria of Dragonstone. Her grace is with child and is to have a dragons egg placed in the babe’s cradle in the custom of House Targaryen.” Maester Mellows pauses. “The prince has invited you to his wedding, your grace. It is in two days time.”
“Gods be good” mumbles Tywin Lannister.
“Who is Lady Mysaria-“ Corlys begins to question but is interrupted by Otto.
“Daemons whore. This is nothing less than sedition.”
“I strongly agree, sire.” Agrees Lyonel Strong.
Skore drōmon gōntan daemon gūrogon?
(Which egg did Daemon take?)
Se drōmon istan dreamfyre’s, prince. Keskydoso drōmon bona ao iderēptan syt prince baelon’s cradle.
(The egg was Dreamfyre’s, Princess. The same egg that you chose for Prince Baelon’s cradle.)
That was all it took for your father to finally take action. Seeing the hurt in Rhaenyra face. It was one thing to try to get a rise out of your father but to hurt his daughters was another issue.
“Assemble a detachment, Otto. I will go to dragon stone and drag daemon back to face justice myself.”
“Your grace! My apologies your grace but I cannot allow it. It is to dangerous. Daemon is without limit. Let me go to dragonstone.” With that Otto begins to give orders to Ser Harrold to gather men to prepare the ship to set sail to dragon stone.
Rhaenyra pulls you aside away from your father and the other men. “We are going to Dragonstone.”
“Nyra. No.”
“It’s to prevent blood shed. You know just as well as I do Daemon would love nothing more than to have Otto’s head on a spike.”
“I suppose. I don’t see the harm that though.”
“Y/n. I can retrieve the egg and if Daemon sees you and Dirrax it will force him to keep his temper under control.”
“I’m not his keeper. If Daemon wishes to kill. He will. Nonetheless I shall go. Only for you though.”
I will meet you at the dragon pit at the hour of the bat in 5 days time. The journey will take a long while, especially with Syrax never having done the journey. Prepare him for it. We will arrive when the ships arrive.”
Thankfully she listened to you, and in 5 days you both had changed into your riding leathers and met at the dragon pit. You opted to wear your black cloak over yours and to take the secret passage ways. You followed her closely behind on Dirrax who was double the size of Syrax.
Once at dragon stone Otto’s men had already arrived both sides with their swords in hand. And a woman in white with brown hair stood next to Daemon. Must be his whore you thought to your self. You had heard of her, never seen her. Your heart ached to think that she was carrying his child. While it had been 5 days since you learned of his betrayal, you hadn’t allowed your self time to process it fully. Being to busy with Rhaenyra. You hear Caraxes screech as he crawls the hill behind his rider. He must sense Syrax and Dirrax who begin to screech in response. Rhaenyra and Syrax land first, and you second behind her. It is then that the men “sheath the fucking steel” Otto yells. Rhaenyra dismounts from her dragon while you remain on yours. You have faith in her ability to handle your uncle.
“Issa kepa brōstan issa prince hen zaldrīzesdōron. Bona iksos issa sombāzmion ao issi living isse, kepus.” Rhaenyra spoke first.
(My father named me Princess of Dragonstone. That is my castle you are living in, uncle.)
“Daor ēva ao become hen age. Plus hae iksos aōha mandia” your uncle remarked.
(Not until you become of age. Plus as is your sister)
“Ao emagon angered aōha dārys.”
(You have angered your king.)
“Nyke don’t ūndegon skoro syt. Bisa iksos nykeā tubis hen biarves. Nyke naejot sagon.”
(I don’t see why. This is a day of celebration. I am to be wed.)
“Ao emagon nykeā ābrazȳrys.”
(You already have a wife.)
“Daor mēre hen issa.”
(Not one of my choosing.)
“Se bisa ao naejot laodigon issa lēkias drōmon?”
(And this required you to steal my brother’s egg?)
“Ao se aōha mandia rūsīr nykeā zaldrīzes skori ao istan āzma. Nyke jaelagon keskydoso syt issa riñnykeā.”
(You and your sister shared a cradle with a dragon when the two of you were born. I want the same for my child.)
“Aōha naejot emagon nykeā riñnykeā.”
(Your to have a child?)
He looked back at his whore.” Mēre tubis.” (One day) with those words you scoff as you watch your uncles whore leave.
“I’m right here, uncle… the object of your ire, the reason that you were disinherited. If you wish to be restored as heir you’ll need to kill me. So, do it. And be done with all this bother.” With that he looked at the Otto and the other knights, to rhaenyra. To you. And turned to walk away and quickly tossed the egg to Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra placed the egg in pot of fire and mounted Syrax. She left on Syrax thrilled at her accomplishment, she yelled with joy as she flew away on Syrax. While y/n and Dirrax stayed on the wall.
“Sōvēs Dirrax.” Once well in the air y/n let out all her emotions. Crying and screaming
“Dirrax. Dracarys!” With that Dirrax let out a large breath of fire that filled the sky. And they stayed behind Rhaenyra the whole way back kings landing.
A knight alerts your father of yours and Rhaenyra return. You both are then taken to his chambers.
“You fled kings landing without a word. And you acted without the crowns leave. You two are my only heirs. You both could have been killed.”
“May we sit.” Rhaenyra ask.
“You went to dragon stone.” Your father repeats himself.
“And retrieved the egg without bloodshed. A feat I’m not sure Otto could’ve accomplished alone.” Rhaenyra points out.
“Yes, well…” he laughs. “ I sometimes forget how much you both are like your mother. Your mother’s absence is a wound that will never heal. Without her… the red keep has lost a warmth that I dare say it will never recover.”
“It pleases me to hear you say this. To know that y/n and I are not alone in our grief.”
“I wish I had known better what to say to you both in the aftermath. I struggled to realize that both my daughters had so quickly become women grown. But I know she understands what is now expected of me.”
“The king must take a new wife.” Rhaenyra says fighting back her tears.
“I could never replace your mother. No more than I intended to replace you as heir but you both are my only heirs and our line is vulnerable, to easily ended. And by marrying again, I may begin to ensure that we are better defended.”
“Against whom?”
“Whomever may dare to challenge us. I do not dare to make us estranged. The three of us.”
“You are the king and so, your first duty is to the realm. Mother would’ve understood this. Just as I do.”
“And I.” With that you and Rhaenyra leave to your chambers to sleep. And nothing could have prepared the two of you for the council meeting that would be held in the morning.
Your father stands at his chair with a nervous expression on his face. He looks to and Rhaenyra for reassurance. Rhaenyra nods her head and smiles in reassurance to him and he begins to speak.
“I intend to marry…. The lady Alicent Hightower before springs end.”
“This is an absurdity, my house is Valyrian. The greatest power in the realm.” Says Lord Corlys now stood from his seat.
“And I am your king.” With the Corlys leaves. And Rhaenyra fights back her tears in shock and betrayal. She then leaves before anyone else can see her emotions.
“Yes if you were to marry Laena. Not her only friend. This is a betrayal from not only you but Alicent as well. You mislead us both into believing you were to marry Laena.”
“Rhaenyra.” Your father calls out to her. Once she is gone your father looks to you.
“Last night, she said she understood.” He says to you.
“You assumed-“
“No! There was never any mention of Alicent in any of your conversations to wed. You walked with Laena. You questioned your council on whether marrying Laena was the proper thing to do.”
“Y/n.”
“No, now if you will excuse me. I have a mess to clean up that you have created.” With that you left to comfort Rhaenyra
