Media - House Of The Dragon
Character - Daemon Targaryen
Couple - Daemon X Reader
Reader - Princess Y/n Targaryen (Wife)
Rating - 17 / 18
Word Count - 756
Y/n sat up in the bed in her nightgown, her back against the wooden headboard, her hair put up for the night, some needlework in her hands as she embroidered little red scales on the fabric. But she jumped slightly as she heard the loud opening of a door,
As her husband Daemon burst into the chamber slamming the door behind him and marching to their bed glaring at her,
“…Evening.” She answered not bothering to look up,
“Would you like to explain to me why a servant saw you sneaking out of the Red Keep?” He growled,
"I had a prior appointment." She answered,
“A prior appointment?” He scoffed in disbelief,
“And what sort of ‘prior appointment’ requires you to sneak out of the keep without telling me?”
"Shocking though it may be, darling. But I do have a life and world outside of your person and this family."
He raised an eyebrow, “You’re my wife,” he barked, “Your life and world is me! This house! This castle!” He yelled but he stopped himself running a hand through his silver blonde hair, “I demand to know where you went and who you met.”
"Why?"
“Because you’re my wife! and I have a right to know where you go and who you spend time with.”
Y/n finally met his eyes and slightly glared narrowing her eyes,
He crosses his arms, “I am worried for your safety. And I was worried.” He admitted,
"Very well," she shrugged, "I had a meeting with Miss Katlynn Stone."
He frowns, “And who is this Miss Katlynn Stone? Other than some bastard, and why haven’t I heard of her before?”
"She makes clothing down in the garment district,"
“She makes clothes?” He asked, “And why exactly did you need to meet with her in secret? Couldn’t you have summoned her here to the keep?”
"She makes clothing… The royal court would not… Approve of the princess seeking out."
He raises an eyebrow, “And why wouldn’t the royal court approve?” He takes another step closer to the bed his curiosity peaked, “What kind of clothing does she make?”
"Clothing typically designed for those down the street of silk."
He was utterly gobsmacked, “You… went shopping… for clothes from a pleasure house seamstress?”
"I would think you'd be thrilled. Your god cloaks have named you the prince of flea bottom and you do have such a love for the ladies on the street of silk. Would think two of your loves combining would be something you'd be drooling at my feet for."
“That’s different, and you know it.” He sighed, “Those women are… for my pleasure. You are my wife, you belong to me and me alone.”
"And who said such clothes would be for anyone beyond our bed chamber?"
“You would… wear them for me?” He asks, his tone now a bit more curious than angry.
"Why else do you think I commissioned them?"
A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, and he takes another step closer, his gaze roaming over appreciatively. “You have my attention now.”
“Figured I would,”
“Describe them to me then… these clothes you had made.”
"That's a surprise."
He growls, “You’re teasing me,” he smirked, “You come back from seeing this seamstress, and you refuse to tell me what you had her make for you.” He steps closer again, kneeling on the bed, “I want to know, my sweet wife. It would be cruel of you to deny me this.”
Y/n rolled her eyes, "Well, it's not finished yet. But I know it's to be made with tight sleeves down to my elbows, and a sheer red fabric, with black velvet trim. A skirt that shouldn't reach my knee and different ties so just my top half or my bottom half can be exposed one at at time,"
His eyes darken even more at the description, his breathing becoming more ragged. “That… sounds like it would be a very tempting garment,” he admitted, “How long until it is finished?”
"A few days I think…" She shrugged
He growls softly, impatient as always. As he moved to cup her cheek, “That is a long time to wait,” he muttered, “I suppose I’ll just have to enjoy you naked until then…” he smirked tossing her needlework and pulling her in for a kiss.
heyyy I started writing this last april and then disappeared for... a while... and finished it today lol. anyways, I hope you enjoy! let me know your thoughts :)
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11th Doctor x Reader
Word Count: 2,600+
Summary: After traveling with The Doctor for a while, you finally decide to go to Rome. While getting ready, you realize your feelings for The Doctor might be more than platonic. Could he feel the same way about you?
No warnings :) any gender reader
You had been traveling with The Doctor for a while now. Maybe close to a year, but you weren't 100% sure because it was hard to keep track of time. It didn't take you long to figure that out either, you really stopped counting the days after around three months.
You probably stopped then because subconsciously something in you knew that your days with The Doctor would never end. Subconsciously, you were in love with The Doctor.
You had never been good at differentiating platonic and romantic feelings. All your past partners had revealed their feelings to you and then you started developing feelings of your own. It didn't mean you were any less in love with them, it just meant you needed a little more pushing. But with The Doctor it was different.
"Y/N!" The Doctor exclaims your name excitedly, "Where do you wanna go today?" He clasps his hands together and breaks into a childlike smile from ear to ear.
You look at him from your spot in the library. It was a beautiful place to sit. The book shelves covered every wall and spread like a forest through the room. The thousands of books gave the room a permanent smell of old parchment, a smell that you delightfully filled your lungs with whenever you entered the library. Vines covered the book shelves and ceiling, somehow without sunlight on The TARDIS. And, of course, the swimming pool was in there too.
"Hmmm," you place your finger to your lips, thinking, while a smile creeps onto your lips. "Ooo how about Rome? I've always wanted to go! I used to be-"
"I've already been to Rome." He responds with a frown.
"But you haven't been with me!" You say with a wink. "C'mon, let's go," you start, grabbing his arm and dragging him behind you towards the door. "We're gonna find me the perfect outfit in the TARDIS's wardrobe!"
You hear him chuckle loudly in response, you can tell his frown has turned into an even bigger smile than before. What you couldn't see, was the blush that tainted his cheeks. "Alright, fine. We'll go to Rome!"
-+-
"y/n, you've been looking in there for an hour! Is there really nothing 'worthy of Rome'?" You couldn't see him, but you knew he was being dramatic with flailing arms and exaggerated expressions.
"You know, you don't have to be so dramatic and impatient all the time! It's not like we're in a hurry. We've got all the time in the world." You yell back from the spot you're changing.
Maybe he wasn't being that dramatic about you taking an hour, but he was unbearably impatient most of the time. One time, the two of you had gone to a traveling carnival planet (The Doctor wouldn't elaborate on how the planet could travel) and he complained about the lines having a thirty minute wait. He'd hate Disney World.
You looked at yourself in the mirror. You liked your outfit. It was simple, and you were sure you were going to fit in with the common people. Well, if The Doctor is able to land in the right time period, apparently it's harder than it looks.
"Haha, very funny." He says deadpanned.
You roll your eyes and make your way out towards him. Once you were in his sight, he couldn't look away. He was in awe of you. "Sooo, do you like the fit?" You spun in a circle to show him the whole thing, "I feel like a true Roman peasant!" You said fake dreamily, bringing your arms to your face.
He just stares at you.
"Doctor?" Your brows furrowed in confusion, "You okay?"
He snaps out of it. His posture straightens and he turns on his heel away from you, "Yup, yup, all good. No problemo. Whatsoever. Ready to go?"
"My outfit?" You say with a small frown. He spins back towards you, and you grab the clothing fabric to show him.
"What?"
"Do you like it, Doctor?"
"Yes y/n, I do." He walked towards you and grabbed your hands in his, "I like everything you wear."
You look into his eyes and smile softly. A small blush forms across your face. He smiles back at you with so much care and love. You can feel your heart skip a beat.
"Thank you." you softly say. "Are you going to change too?" You look down at his outfit. He wears it everyday. His cute little brown tweed jacket and 'cool' bowtie. Of course he looked nice, it was a nice outfit, but not exactly Roman material.
"What's wrong with my outfit?" The way he says it is reminiscent of a toddler. It's funny how someone who has experienced so many lives can act so young sometimes.
"Well, it's not exactly suited for the Roman Empire, is it?" You reach your hand up to his bowtie and play with it, "I don't even think this would exist yet." You meet his eyes again.
The way he's looking at you feels new. You realize that you've never really been this close to The Doctor, except in life threatening situations. This felt domestic. His eyes were full of admiration, not fear or strategy. You felt warm and safe. You felt like you're where you're meant to be.
"I suppose you're right." He reaches his hands up to the bowtie. His hands hover over yours.
"I always am." You say, letting a breath out.
You both just stand there. Looking into each other's eyes. Feeling his hands over yours as his chest rises and falls with each breath. Your eyes flicker down, looking at his soft pink lips.
You pull away.
"Um, I'll wait for you at the console." You quickly go into the TARDIS hallway.
What was that? What just happened? Was he flirting? Were you flirting? Did you like him? Did he like you? Why did you want to kiss him and stay in his arms forever?
You get to the console and place your elbows on it, then place your face in your hands. "Ohh y/n, what are you doing!" you grumble out loud. "You can't like The Doctor, he's not a relationship person! I doubt he's ever even been in a relationship!" You groan loudly into your palms, "What is wrong with me?"
You rub your eyes, then your cheeks, and then your temples in an attempt to relax your brain. It might've worked, if The Doctor didn't walk into the console room looking like a Roman god. Now you were in awe. Starting at his exposed arms that shine under the TARDIS light, his disheveled brown hair that makes you think about other things, and his smile that always brightens your day.
"And how's my outfit?" He greets, spinning in a circle as you did.
You take a moment to answer. "I think we'll fit right in."
You smile at each other.
-+-
The city of Rome was a lot busier than you had expected. There were hundreds of people walking the cobblestone paths and quite a large number of horse-drawn wagons too. The people of Rome were fast-paced, many of them dashing past you and The Doctor as you two casually strolled along the roads. Your face was plastered with a smile from the moment you exited the TARDIS. Being in the place you've always dreamed of being was... well a dream come true!
"So my dear y/n," he says clasping his hands together cheerily, "what is it that you wanted to do? Watch a fight in the Colosseum? Try to chat with the Emperor? Visit the Vestal Virgins?" He wraps an arm around your shoulders, and with mischief in his voice he continues, "haggle with some local merchants for authentic Roman artifacts?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you with a smile as you laugh.
You push him off of you, "You're such a dork Doctor. Why do you even want to haggle? Don't you have plenty of souvenirs from the other times you've been here?" You roll your eyes playfully at him as you start walking into the market.
"Well, yes... but I've never haggled in Rome with you, y/n!" He jogs a little to catch up to you, "So, what do you say? Should we start with the man with the hefty moustache on your left or the lady selling sandals up ahead?"
"I never said yes to haggling!"
"Oh but you never said no!" He took your hand in his and headed towards the sandal selling lady, "Hellooo ma'am, my lovely wife here had just broken her favorite sandal last week! This beautiful one right here," he pointed to one with gems lining the sandal strap, "would just be a perfect replacement as her new favorite?" He phrased it like a question and looked at the lady, pleading with his eyes.
You were a little confused, but tried your best to not show it on your face by feigning a smile at her. Why had he called you his 'lovely wife'? He'd never done such a thing before.
"They're 10 silver coins each." The lady responded deadpanned.
"Oh, ma'am, we've just given our son all our silver coins. We only have a few bronze ones," He reached his hand into his pocket (where he was apparently stashing coins?) and showed her a handful of bronze coins. "Would this be enough?"
She crossed her arms and looked at him and then at you. The Doctor's plan clearly wasn't working.
You put on your best sad face, "Please miss? Our son, he's... he's not well. He hasn't been well in ages. Some new sandals would just make me so happy and make caring for him a little bit easier." She doesn't budge. "Please?" You force your eyes to water, pleading with her as best you can.
"Fine." She says sternly as she snatches the coins from The Doctor's hand. "Just take it and go."
You grab the sandals and quickly walk away from the market stand, The Doctor right behind you.
Once you’re out of her sight, you turn to The Doctor and push his chest playfully, "You could've at least told me our cover story, Doctor!"
He laughs boastfully, "That wouldn't have been nearly as fun! Plus you did a great job! No prep needed."
"Ugh, you're so stupid." You can't help but smile at him. "C'mon let's go find someone else to swindle." You grab his hand and lead him farther into the city.
-+-
A few swindled people later and you were starving, and so The Doctor took you to his favorite restaurant in Rome. It was hidden in an alley, and was quite fancy for the time period. You were sitting at a small table for two that overlooked the ancient city, a lit candle in between you two and glasses of wine in front of you. It was almost romantic.
“I had a lot of fun today Doctor,” You say to him, “this was a nice, and needed, break from being chased by aliens.”
He laughs softly and looks up at you with a soft smile, “I had a lot of fun too, y/n. I'm glad you convinced me to take you to Rome. Last time I was here I was nearly killed!”
“When are you not nearly killed on your travels?” you smile cheekily at him, endearment in your eyes.
“That's a good point y/n,” He grabs his wine glass and raises it in the air, “let's make a toast. A toast to a nice, relaxing day in Rome.”
You clink your glass against his, “Cheers to that.” You both take a drink of your wine and sit silently for a moment, admiring the city below.
“We should do this more often.”
“Do what? Come to Rome?”
“Have relaxing days. Just the two of us. Exploring cities without the threat of losing you. We should have more dinners too, with fancy wine and fancy cheese.”
“Careful Doctor, if I didn't know you I’d think you were saying we should go on dates.” You laugh to yourself. You wished that was what he was asking. Of course you loved going on life threatening adventures with him, but the human in you wanted connection and love. And after your moment with him this morning, you couldn't stop wanting him to be that connection and love.
“Well… what if I was?” His hand reaches behind his head and he begins nervously scratching the nape of his neck.
You're definitely lost. “Wait, what?”
“What if I was saying we should go on dates, y/n? Is that something you’d want to do?”
“Well I um…. I…” you're flustered and tripping over your words. This is not where you expected today to go. “Um, I would really like that to be honest. But, I didn't think you were the dating type? I mean you're always traveling from place to place and you've never mentioned past relationships and-”
“y/n.” He stops you before you ramble, “You're right, I'm not usually the dating type. In fact I don't usually allow myself to fall in love. But traveling with you, y/n, it's been life changing. And trust me, I've lived a lot of lives. Something about you is different. I wasn't able to fight it. And after today I don't want to anymore. The thought of settling down in one place isn't so scary anymore, not if I'm with you.”
“Wait I- I don't understand. Are you saying you love me?”
“Yeah y/n, I think I am.”
You stare at him blankly, unable to form a thought in your head.
“I love you y/n. I've loved you for a long time but I haven't been able to admit it. You're very special to me. You're my companion. My y/n.”
You didn't know what to say. You didn't even know what to think. When you first met The Doctor you had no idea anything like this would happen (well to be fair you had no idea anything that happened to you would happen). “I think I love you too?”
“You think? Why are you saying it like a question? I just confessed my love for you and you say, ‘I think I love you too?’” he repeats you mockingly, “What kind of response is that?!”
You burst out into laughter, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I'm sorry. I love you too, Doctor. And I agree, we should do this more often.”
He smiles softly at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “You're so beautiful when you laugh.”
“Shut up, idiot.” You say while blushing, trying to hide the smile on your face.
“Mmmm, no I don't think I will.” He stands up from his seat across from you and reaches his arm out to you, “Dance with me?”
“Dance without any music?”
He pulls out his sonic screwdriver from his pocket and points it into the air, it makes the soft whirring sound you're oh so familiar with, and orchestral music begins to play, “C’mon, you don't have an excuse now.” He smiles cheekily at you.
You roll your eyes and grab his hand while standing up. He pulls you in close to his body, you softly shout in surprise, and he begins to sway you back and forth. He’s smiling down at you with love, care, and admiration clearly in his eyes. They sparkle while they search across your face, taking in your beaming smile and similar look in your eyes.
He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips, which of course you reciprocate. You lean your head against his chest and sway together with the music.
