can you have a part 2 for served cold? Like this time Daemon gets the upper hand and marks/slashes up the reader's face but it's because he's a goner for her bold attitude and approach to revenge. Dude's prolly a secret masochist! My personal headcanon.
After the reader recovers, realizing her play as a shy maiden is up since she looks hideous, Daemon asks her to marry him? (like Ofc he went and slashed her up, why give her choice to say no or run when he has already become flattered) she says no but he seduces her, makes her feel pretty and it's basically stockholm syndrome.
Add detail like Daemon now wears armour to bed and the reader is often left tied to avoid her killing him while he pleasures her.
Like all sorts of blood play, hatesex, murder attempts and smut! I do think given the psycho that he is, Daemon would totally fall for the reader after realizing she bested him and was bold enough to try to murder him. He'd pay her back ofc but he also wouldn't let her go.
Outwardly though, the valeman and Viserys would just be happy that a Royce x Targaryen marriage "worked out" they don't know what goes on behind closed doors lol
I Want You, I Get You
Daemon Targaryen x Royce!Reader
Summary: You should have finished the job. You should have finished the job, you should have finished the job, you should have finished-
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: Depictions/descriptions of violence/death/murder/blood, dark/yandere!daemon, fem!reader, i still describe reader's features, typos, etc.
A/N: this is a p1 to served cold, i suggest you read if before reading this. i think MINORS DNI
hey nonnie (i hope you read this), ngl your ask was the reason why i could not continue with my other reqs cause this been in my head since you sent it and i have been unsure of whether or not i wanted to write this at all. like YOU GOT MY ATTENTION, your prompt is so violent and twisted and T_T IM INTO IT ??????????
ok it has to be said i don't actually think violence is ok alright but T_T idk this concept is just so intriguing to me cos, i really feel like Daemon would do that shit, its giving yandere and in my head he is a yandere without having to write him like that. and secret masochist T_T MAYHAP IF SOMEONE HOT ENOUGH BRINGS HIM PAIN HES A VERY NOT SECRET MASOCHIST.
also i didn't want to destroy reader the way you wanted to. the feminist in me will not allow it. *im* the writer anyway so lol.
anyway this is pretty dark, i hope you like it though
Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targeryenmoony
It had been a whole week since the incident in the garden when any news about the prince surface. They were merely vague whispers, but it was evident the Stranger allowed him to live. A pity.
It took over entire month for there to be any official news on him however. Just this morn it was announced Daemon was alive and speaking. A truly unfortunate fate.
I had hoped he would have at least gone mute, then I wouldn't have felt the need to visit him to finish the job.
I didn't care if he squeaked about our encounter, that was not why I was going to him. I cared that he would live without any real repercussions. I didn't go through all that just to scar his already ugly, scarred body. No. He should have at least been given up his voice. Then, I would have been happy to let him live.
"At last," he speaks with not a trace of hoarseness, "a visitation."
The golden corset on my body constricts, as though it was being pulled from behind. My perfectly braided. dark hair suddenly feels like it had been wound a bit too tight by my temples.
The sound of me releasing my large skirt is loud in the stocky atmosphere in the room. I clasp my hands together in front of my, just below my bodice.
Daemon, laid on the cot, alone in the maester's ward, has his violet eyes scanning my body with his revolting, wormy lips curved upward.
"Would you like to examine your handiwork, my dear?" he asks, finger fiddling the wrapping on his neck aimlessly. He grunts when he pushes himself up and sits at the side of his bed. He blankly watches me as he extends a hand out.
I look at him, uninclined to allow him any sort of satisfaction, not with my movements, not with my expressions.
This was why I could not mask my eye twitch when he chuckles under breath.
I watch him closely when he stands and walks over to me, "do you have something special for me under that dress again?"
"No," I say as I inch my thumb to the opening of my bodice, "not at all."
I rip my blade out from the special pocket in my corset, then I lunge at him. As quick as I knew I was, it was clear he had expected this, he was prepared for me. Before I even stepped forward, he sidestepped away and reached for me.
With a strong grip, he grabs my armed hand and effectively yanks me forward, causing me to nearly topple. He uses his strength to his advantage, and fights like the scoundrel he is, kicking me before I could get my bearing. The next thing I know, he shoves me to the ground and presses his knee on my back. He clearly enjoys this irony.
Unlike how I had him, however, he has my arm twisted back with my blade still in grip. I feel him press the blade on the skin of my back, just above my laces.
"Yield," he mutters, "and I will not hurt you... too much."
I do not allow him even the sound of my strained breathing.
Daemon lets out a deep chuckle.
I muffle my grunt when he grabs the blade from me and rolls me over, shoving me to my back. He grabs both my hands when I attempt to strike at him. He sits on my thighs, effectively sealing me on the ground.
Daemon has the blade between his teeth.
The sight is so chilling that he takes the moment of bewilderment to his advantage and takes my wrists in one hand, pushing them above my head.
He was much larger than me, much heavier, much stronger, had longer limbs. I was outmatched. To the both of us, it was clear.
He grabs the blade with his other hand and presses the sharp side to my lips.
He bends the arm he had pushing down on my wrists. I cannot contain the whine that leaves me because of the crushing pressure on my bones.
"That's right," he says, "squeak," he presses the dagger closer to my lower lip. I feel my eyes water when I taste blood, but I hold my silence, still.
Daemon's face is bright in darkness when he slowly draws the blade deeper.
I whine when he slashes it down my lips with one quick motion.
His nostrils flare, "good girl."
I spit at him.
Red splatters on his face, and sequentially drips back down on mine.
Daemon grins, chucking the blade away so he could wipe his face. When he does so, my stomach rolls as he licks his fingers. The next moment, he rips at at the bandage on his neck, revealing the thick red line going across his skin, then scrams, "GUARDS!"
My brows furrow tightly as he screams louder when he turns over his shoulder, "GUARDS!"
The moment there is the sound of shuffling. He pushes off me and stands to his feet. I do not make a move. I do not want to, not when I'll get dragged away anyway.
"Where the fuck are you fools when I need you!?" Daemon demands tightly, pointing to the two guards that enter the room. I feel them stare at me on the floor. My blood stills when Daemon says, "my bride has just been attacked and you bumbling morons are letting him escape!"
I prop myself on my elbows and catch Daemon just as he points to the window, "will I throw one of you out the window he just jumped out of, or will you catch the assaulter that's getting farther and farther away?!"
I get to my feet as Daemon screams, "I WANT HIM BROUGHT TO ME TONIGHT!"
When the two run out of the room, Daemon turns to me. The anger in his features twist into a horror of a smile.
"You are deranged," I mutter.
"Come now," he tilts his head, tenting his hands in front of him, "that is not the way you refer to your groom."
I scoff, "you have clearly lost your sanity when I slashed you."
Daemon steps forward as he sighs, "and you have underestimated my strength."
I swat him away when he reaches out for my face.
He chuckles and continues to walk closer. I debate momentarily if it would be wise to step away from him. I am a second too late when he dashes over and grabs me by the throat.
His grip is so tight that I half expected him to just snap my neck.
I claw at him, but to no avail. He was too strong, too ready for this moment.
He hums, leaning down to press a kiss on my exposed shoulder. I choke at the intensity of his grip. He exhales deeply, "you smell just like you did that day."
I am helplessly trying to unlatch his hand as I feel the last of my breath leave me. My vision begins to darken.
The next moment, I drop to the floor, choking on my spit and on the air I was so desperately trying to take in.
Daemon takes one step back to look at me. I let out a rib chattering cough as he speaks, "we are to be wed in tomorrow, now that you have arrived."
He drops down to one knee, "I would suggest you make no more further attempts on me, so that I would make no further attempts on you... however," he pushes my thick hair back, "if you want to give me further reason to mark you, my love, I will not deny you of it."
He grabs my throat again when I turn to him.
I let out a broken cry, eye watering, fingers cold against his burning hand. I had no say in the muffled choking sounds that leave me as he lifts me up to my knees.
"Here's what will happen if you think of getting smart with me," he hums, "I'm sure your pretty little head has a thousand murderous plans for me, and I am quite excited to learn of them all," he utters, digging his nails into my skin, "but I'll have you know, if our marriage gets unbearable for you and you think of killing yourself instead, I will tell them I killed you after multiple attempts to kill me."
Daemon gives a lopsided smile.
"Then, your house Royce would be ostracized and shamed for all of eternity, and I would have it written that the duty of my late wife that upheld my her little sister was for naught."
I drop to the floor when he releases me, head pulsing wildly, drool dripping out of my mouth.
"You would've only brought shame to her memory."
I eye him darkly as he stands.
"I would then gloat at the sight of the dead girl who thought she was smart enough to best her prince."
Q stands for QUIT: if their object of obsession died or escaped, would they ever be able to move on?
If you managed to scape, Daemon would bring hell to earth. None of your loved ones would be spared from his wrath. The Rouge Prince would burn down the Seven Kingdoms within a blink of an eye if it brought you back to him.
However, if his darling died, Daemon would turn to a much colder persona, if it is even possible. That fire of desire and the ambition to ascend to the throne would be fogged with a feeling of emptiness; after all, what is the use of becoming king if he can’t have you by his side as his Queen?
R stands for REGRET: would they ever regret harming their object of obsession? Would they ever let them go?
Daemon? Letting you go?? Miss, are you alright???
Daemon could never regret of harming anyone at all; and that’s include his darling. He strictly believes that everyone one of his actions is justified by his anger or you by your misconducts. If he ever harmed you, it’d be your fault.
V stands for VICE: what weakness their object of obsession could use against them?
We all know that Daemon Targaryen is a very impulsive and prideful man. If you expertly analyze his behavior, you may find ways to align your wishes to his own. But be careful, if Daemon ever suspect of your true intentions, you surely are not going to listen to the end of it.
have a great day ✨ can I request for h, u and m for daemon?
100 followers’ event: Daemon Targaryen’s Yandere Alphabet! (H, U and M);
A/N: The last request for the 100 followers’ event, thank you to all of you who participated!
You can find the other works for the yandere alphabet here.
WR: Yandere!Daemon Targaryen, yandere behavior, toxic relationship, manipulation, mentions of death threats and mentions of kidnapping.
H stands for HELL: what would be their object of obsession’s worst experience with them?
Certainly if you disobeyed him.
Again, I don’t think Daemon would punish you physically, not that he couldn’t, but he knows that are other ways, way more painful ways, to make someone submit.
So, if you ever plan on disobeying Daemon’s rules, you should fear for the safety of your loved ones. And that would include your own kids.
You went to your children’s bed chambers to give them your usual goodnight’s kiss. However, you were surprised — and completely terrified — when you spotted your husband’s figure lazily laid beside your kid’s body.
“Sh…don’t be noisy, my dear. The kids are sleeping. It would be a shame to wake them up, wouldn’t it?”
U stands for UNIQUE: something different they would do compared to others yanderes.
Differently from others yanderes, Daemon does not have the patience to properly court you. He could try if really needed, but Daemon would get bored and impatient quickly. You met him last week, and now you found yourself chained to his bed frame. Clearly, patience is not Daemon’s best virtue.
M stands for MASK: how different are their public persona from their true selves?
As we can well see on the show, Daemon stands for his bad reputation. It’s no secret to anyone that the king’s brother is not someone to cross paths with.
Knowing this impasse, Daemon will be a true gentleman. He would treat you so well that you would start to doubt the court’s gossip.
Realizing your inner conflict, Daemon would not think twice before taking this as an opportunity to steal you away from the Red Keep.
Hi I was just wondering if you could write N and P for Daemon Targaryen (don't know if I spelled that right) 🪷💖😊
100 followers’ event: Daemon Targaryen’s Yandere Alphabet! (N and P);
A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to finally write your ask, dear anon! Hope you liked it!
To request, you can find the event’s rules here.
WR: Yandere!Daemon Targaryen, yandere behavior, toxic relationship, mentions of murder.
N stands for NAUGHTY: how would they punish their object of obsession?
Oh yes, definitely.
Daemon may act like nothing’s wrong, aka him forcing you to engage on a relationship with him, but the moment you test his patience, he’s reminding you that he has the power to make your loved ones to “disappear”.
He may not touch you, but you could not say the same about your familiars and friends.
P stands for PATIENCE: how patient are they with their object of obsession?
I’m sorry, but “patience” and “Daemon” does not stay on the same sentence.
Even though he likes a darling who sometimes fight him back, he would never stand his darling’s “tantrums”.
For example, if you refused to eat, first he would try spoon feed you himself. However, after you spat your spoonful on his face, he would throw your meal on the floor, forcing you to eat it from the ground after hours without eating.
G stands for GAME: do they think this is just a game?
At first, for sure.
Daemon gets bored very quickly, so he is always seeking for a good time, something that can distract him for a while.
So, when he met you, he didn’t even bother to know your name: he was hanging out just for the sake of entertainment.
However, while time passes, Daemon becomes more attached to you, wanting to see and be close to you. That’s when he realizes that that’s not just a game of cat and mouse anymore.
I stands for IDEAL: what are their plans for their object of obsession?
Daemon craves for your complete submission, to you to give away your body, mind and soul to him, your master.
He would wed you, but not because he wishes to make you his wife, but to just shut up everyone’s mouth about your relationship; Daemon don’t want to be bothered while around you.
Also, he wouldn’t want to have kids, for now. He knows that when he finally usurp the iron throne and become king of the seven kingdoms, it will be demanded of him to have a heir, but this is a problem for the future Daemon.
K stands for KINDNESS: how they act around their object of obsession?
While on the beginning of your relationship Daemon would be a tease, now, with a stablished relationship, aka kidnapper and kidnapped, now his possessive traits would burst out the window.
Obviously, he would still flirt with you, but now, he is straight threatening you and your familiars, promising to hand you their heads if you ever cross the line.
L stands for LOVE LETTER: how would they approach their object of obsession?
Oh, this man is a total slut around you. He’s trying to seduce you anytime he catches your attention, not caring if you are in public or not.
He’s lightly brushing his fingers through your arms, shoulders and neck, whispering all the dirty things he wants to do to you.
But be careful, if you don’t return his flintiness just as eager, he might take more drastic actions.
