Now, regarding LaFayette…

fanfic reblogs from: the @therealslimreads

[therealslimshakespeare]

This blog is STRICTLY 18+ (like me) due to sexual and thematically mature content. AI free space. Have at the inbox, spare not the comments, I adore interacting.

Xoxo, Marina💋

MASTERLIST 🦢

Ao3 Link

A Knight of the 7 Kingdoms 🛡️

•In Dreams | Daeron x reader!wife (Baelor’s Daughter)

•The Grand Adventure (singular) of Daeron & Egg

•The Grand Adventure of Daeron & Egg || 2

•On the Nature of Peacetime Attachments (Daeron x Valarr / Baelor x Maeker)

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Those Who Can Masterlist 🚬

(Masters of the Air integrated AU) currently on hiatus

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Hotspur Percy & Kate Mortimer ⚔️

To Scold a King

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House of the Dragon Fics 🩸

My Mother’s Child (Aemond x Allicent)

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House of Guinness 🍻

Hibernia Masterlist (Arthur Guinness x family)

It Will Come Back | Arthur x Reader (as lady Olivia)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter Four

Northern Attitude | Edward x Adelaide

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Austin/Callum/Reader Fics 🪐

The Three of Us series

The Three of Us

The Three of Us (brat behavior)

Tis the Damn Season

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John Brady Fanfiction (mota) 🪴

Garden Variety Happiness

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Gale Cleven x Reader Fanfiction 🔧

For the Hope of it All

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Harry Crosby Fanfiction (mota) 🧳

Four Week in New York

Headcanons

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Dear John 💌

John “Bucky” Egan Fanfiction

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Backseated (sneak peak) 🏛️

Rosie Rosenthal Fanfiction

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Friends in the Crucible ✈️

Masters of the Air Pacific AU

Hell Island

Flamingo-Phobia

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Austin Butler 💄

Good Ole Fashioned Loverboy

Sweet Nothin’s

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Austin/Elvis 🪺 Crawfever

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Elvis Presley Fanfiction ⚡️

A Whole Man is Hard to Find

Sarge and Lil Mama

But then…Gigi 🍒

Sky High Lovin’ (series Masterlist of mile high club one shots)

Bringing up Elvis (godfatherxelvis crossover)

[sansaorgana]

A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS MASTERLIST

BACK TO MASTERLIST

✿ PRINCE DAERON TARGARYEN

➽ “The Lys Woman” — Prince Daeron Targaryen x fem!Lys!Reader

➽ “Wishful Thinking” — Prince Daeron Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ “Silent Treatment” — Prince Daeron Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ “The Mystery Knight” — Prince Daeron Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ “Unworthy” — Prince Daeron Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ “A Fortnight Apart” — Prince Daeron Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ Young Targaryen Princes with a chubby betrothed — Prince Daeron Targaryen x fem!Reader

✿ PRINCE AERION TARGARYEN

➽ “A Silver Strand of Hair” — Prince Aerion Targaryen x fem!Reader // Targaryen!OC

➽ “Tame The Storm” — Prince Aerion Targaryen x fem!Reader // Baratheon!OC

➽ “The Dragon's Courtship” — Prince Aerion Targaryen x fem!Reader // Tyrell!OC

➽ “The Lady of The Tides” — Prince Aerion Targaryen x fem!Reader // Velaryon!OC

➽ “Summerhall's Delight” — Prince Aerion Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ “A Souvenir From Lys” — Prince Aerion Targaryen x fem!Lys!Reader

➽ “I'll Be Your Father Figure” — Prince Aerion Targaryen x fem!Reader // Targaryen!OC

➽ Young Targaryen Princes with a chubby betrothed — Prince Aerion Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ Prince Aerion Targaryen x fem!Valarr headcanons

✿ PRINCE VALARR TARGARYEN

➽ “Honour Restored” — Prince Valarr Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ “Hard Headed Woman” — Prince Valarr Targaryen x fem!Reader // Baratheon!OC

➽ “The Death of The Heart” — Prince Valarr Targaryen x fem!Reader // Targaryen!OC

➽ “Runaway Lady From The Ashford Tourney” — Prince Valarr Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ “His Blood Is My Blood” — Prince Valarr Targaryen x fem!Reader // Targaryen!OC

➽ “Inserts Himself Where?” — Prince Valarr Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ “As High As Honour (And Arrogance)” — Prince Valarr Targaryen x fem!Reader // Arryn!OC

➽ Young Targaryen Princes with a chubby betrothed — Prince Valarr Targaryen x fem!Reader

➽ Prince Valarr Targaryen x fem!Aerion headcanons

✿ MISCELLANEOUS

➽ modern akotsk au

➽ random blurbs/headcanons

[tomorrowillbeyou]

sometimes you do forget that the general population doesn't necessarily find a guy cumming prematurely in his pants hot

[therealslimshakespeare]

hi marina! 🩷 dropping in to say i hope your spring is off to a wonderful start and i cannot believe it’s almost been a YEAR since you blessed us with the work of art & masterpiece that is college! the world was changed, lives will never be the same, we owe you everything 😍

aww hi bb! with spring having lowkey cranked down on your girl like a vindictive crucible, this note was so lovely to receive. 🥹 you and my strawberry plants are certainly a bright spot 😜

Xo

[bbloodstarr]

causally thinking about "be my dog, ser" oh daemon blackfyre the seven kingdoms couldn't handle a gay like you

[kitsunetsuki-deactivated2026051]

Frank Horvat - Dress by Bill Gibb for Baccarat (Vanity Fair 1970)

[therealslimshakespeare]

Summer & Spring

Daeron x Valarr

PG13: Targcest, childhood crushes developing into more, kids falling in love, boys kissing. No Gay Panic here folks, just Targest Panic in the one generation that decided it was no longer chill to self-love that way. Oopsie. Sorry Baelor, some things seem to be genetic. Slight Fem!curious Valarr if you squint, but he’s a kid playing a queen...so…

Semi-related prologue: On The Nature of Peacetime Attachments

For Want of a Twin Flame

There was no beginning to when Prince Valarr knew his family was special, that was as true as the sky was blue. But there was a moment as crucial as the first draw of blood when he learned they were also wicked. And he, being of them, was no different.

There were the history books, of course, the long lineages of snarled family trees which Maester Yormwill had set himself to fuse into the Young Prince’s mind by gentle repetition and a firmer rod, charged to do so by father. But these conjoining limbs of House Targaryen were rote, and ancient seeming too, for none in Valarr’s lifetime had ever again sought family with which to make more family.

His grandmother was a proud Martell Princess, his mother came from the loins of Stormlords, all his cousins had the blood of falcons or the light of dawn running in their veins, as strong as Dragonseed and better tempered for it, it was said. When the time came, Valarr and his brother Matarys would wed Stags or Roses or Merefolk. Even Uncle Aerys who had no children was married to a Quill, and that made perfect sense considering his love for inked parchment.

So being of the ancient frame of mind, turned inward to want Dragonblood when he himself was a Dragon, Valarr knew it was not a fate he was doomed to, instead, it was a kind wickedness. Or if Maester Yormwill was feeling generous, he might refer to it as a sickness. As bad or worse than being feeble of mind, another doom for which he was not destined.

Maester Yormwill oft assured his princely charge that he was very quick of mind and mild of temper, that he had no need to worry his family’s affliction would beset him. It was his mother’s Stormblood at work, saving him such decay in mind and body.

Maester Yormwill made no mention of why the touch, nay even sight or -gods forgive him- a phantom thought, of Daeron Targaryen made Valarr’s mind cloud and his fingers to freeze and all his blood to rush to his naval in fierce and blistering hot desire to consume his blood and be consumed in turn by him.

His diligent teacher did not mention or assure on this topic, for Valarr never told him of these ravings.

He was too young to understand what it was he was guilty of, so the lessons had never felt pointed. Indeed his mother told him he was too young to know what love meant- so how could he be blamed if he felt it? For one of his own?

He loved father, and mother, also Matarys. That, he was always assured, was right. As was Grandfather’s love for him, when he sat him upon his knee at council while he was still small, and how he would pat his cheeks when he was serving wine, or clap him upon a leather clad shoulder after sparring in the yard. It was good to love one’s family. Grandmother with her spiced cakes and warm stories, even his uncles, even Rheagal who was not well. He must be loved too, despite his frailties, for he was family.

Loving one’s family had to be clarified, he learned eventually.

Not the same day he learned he was wicked.

He learned first he had to be careful, before he learned he could not help being wicked.

When studying those snarled family trees, the Good King’s parentage was a most delicate topic, ancient and necessary but fraught with pain. Valarr never heard it spoken of in court without a wince, a polite stammer soiling the topic, as if the righteous thing would be to forget King Aegon and his pious little martyr of a wife, Queen Naerys. Forgetting them was all the same to Valarr, he preferred stories of Ser Aemon the Dragonknight- their brother, and the greatest of his time.

Maester Yormwill was not so enthused. Not when Valarr wished to study Ser Aemon, to mime him at play, and when no girl child was available to play Naerys, he loved the story so well that he would don paper cone and veil for headdress to play her himself, and would thus give Ser Aemon his favor with great pageantry and proper demureness.

The favor in question had been a ruby lipped childish kiss, and Ser Aemon had been played by Uncle Maeker’s eldest son in doeskin breeches and crimson tunic, complete with a straight birch twig for a lance and golden spun hair that shone bright under a southern sun.

His cousin’s lips had been cold despite the climate, and he had not closed his eyes as was proper with kissing. But Valarr made up for his failures with maidenly ardor, and Aerion, the king’s cruel champion and accuser of Naerys, was foisted to the very dust by a very well struck thwack to the back of his knees, landed by Ser Aemon’s birch twig.

Mother had laughed, Lady Dyanna had applauded; they did so love to see their children’s pantomimes put on with lavish care in the gardens of Summerhall.

But Maester Yormwill had pinched Valarr’s arm later that evening and told him he was too fixated on such things for a prince, and he was of an age to take care.

Perturbed by such chastisement, Valarr had sought out his father, and father was the only one to take gentle pains to explain to Valarr what such care meant. That sometimes, one could love one’s family too well, could be accused of the same for poor purposes. Yes, he said Ser Aemon loved his Naerys, but bad men had seen it and accused them of treason, and suggested that the Good King was of their making, and thousands of men had died because of it.

Love must be a cautious thing, if it were to survive, and not cost its lovers or a kingdom their lives.

So Valarr was very cautious when he sought Daeron out in the hall after baths three nights later, stepping close on tip-toes to try it again, that quick press of love and soft meeting of lips. He felt Daeron’s quick breath be stolen from his own gasping mouth, surprise or hunger, he did not know. They were only boys, naive and earnest, and Valarr being half a head shorter, suffered cramp in his calves just to reach those cold, primrose pale lips.

He wondered if Daeron would catch him and hold him to him briefly, as Valarr saw father do to mother before they had noticed his presence. He only felt the movement of Daeron’s lips on his, warming up with each clumsy press to his own. And he did not know if they had made a good king -like grandfather- by doing that, by loving each other so.

But he knew he loved him. And so he was cautious, but also enamored.

When they pulled apart, wheezing in their breath again, flushed with a strange heat and giddy in their confusion, Valarr saw it reflected in cousin. And a loneliness he had never diagnosed before, but felt all his life, was throttled fully and dealt a swift death.

They had been interrupted in this shy tryst when Ser Francys had sought them out for dinner. But Daeron had been leaning in, as if to try again, at his own impulse. And it did not matter that Ser Francys’ footsteps had made him pull away, that he had been interrupted- Valarr beamed all through pheasants and yams at the knowing that he had wanted to.

They shared studies on that pleasant holiday, and took care to rub elbows discretely, to pass each other quill and parchments with lingering fingers. Maester Yormwill made the business painfully cramped and subdued compared to those ferocious bouts of kissing they had begun to engage in at stables and in bath halls, but to that point it had been nothing more discouraging than the need to take care.

They fished and then they swam, and it was all of them together, but Valarr half drowned, so fixated was he upon the smooth curve of Daeron’s back and thighs, floating downwards in the current for a joke at being dead. The others laughed, Aerion and Matarys, Daella and Lady Celtigar’s boys, but Valarr felt his mouth go dry with longing to bite at him, see if he would melt as soft as butter on his tongue, if he would make those nice little noises as he dissolved and tumbled down to Valarr’s deepest belly.

That evening Daeron caught him in the library and with the same lack of discussion they had maintained throughout this childish escapade, took Valarr’s pert little face in his larger hands and shoved his tongue alongside him own, into his mouth, and there licked at his teeth and all about. Valarr did not find it as pleasant as those heady, pursed lipped kisses of before but it was rude and forceful in the way only hungry people are, and it delighted him.

“Will you come for my name day?” he asked his cousin as he sat astride Meleys, his chestnut mare, their holiday come to an end.

“I’ll ask father.” Daeron hedged doubtfully, but it was enough to make Valarr preen ever so slightly in a way not unnoticed by his mother.

“Goodbye.” he told the golden headed boy with care, feeling utterly foolish with saying such a mild thing when he still had the urge to bite him and swallow him down and take him quite everywhere there was to be taken.

Daeron’s smile was sadder than usual, crookedly perfect and his eyes were bright despite the cloudy weather; even the clouds mourned their cruel separation, “Goodbye, sweet Naerys.” he murmured with a great deal less care, and it made Valarr’s heart soar out of his chest until he felt quite dizzy without it.

He did not have to wait until his nameday to see him again.

[keyfili]

PETER CLAFFEY as SER DUNCAN THE TALL A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms S1.E2 "Hard Salt Beef"

[lungorthin-doodling-things]

People's princess

[therealslimshakespeare]

Hey, Marina! I’m feeling a bit nostalgic today so I wanted to ask you, have you thought about writing stories for other old school cinema and musical celebrities like you did with Elvis? Let’s say James Dean, Marilyn, Audrey Hepburn, or Alain Delon? Some of them could also use a happy AU.

Hello darling! Sorry to have been so tardy. I’m touched you’ve been going through the Sarge backlog!

To answer the question of your previous ask here in this one- I feel that Sarge is in a good place as far as the spread of the story. I always like to entertain the idea of adding to it and polishing the patchier segments, but in a way I’ve become rather satisfied with what’s been written. I like to imagine that we have a very intimate view on Elaine’s thoughts and feelings early on, just as the public intruded on her victories and griefs- but after the healing, the reunion that we only see in part, life becomes more private. She in turn becomes mostly myth as a result.

And she’s fine with that.

The fact the fic reflects that makes me glad. But that’s not to say Danny’s storyline and her involvement there doesn’t intrigue me 😏 I’d love to dabble in more editorial style fics in future if I find inspo to add to it.

Now for this second ask- genuinely so flattered you’d even be curious of what I might write for these legends. 🤭 I have not really considered it, perhaps mostly because I enjoy making AU’s of everything and I don’t know as much about their lives or culture as I did Elvis’. But of all those, Audrey and Alaine Delon are forever intriguing to me, for drastically different reason. I’d be so curious what alternate you’d imagine for them? I’ve never given it a bit of thought, but I did enjoy weaving other celebs (like Brando) into Sarge. So maybe??

Funny enough I almost swapped Delon for Brando at one point because she deserves that fine Oui Oui Shyt 🤪🤭

[therealslimshakespeare]

The link to AO3 isn't working🧐

Aaah thanks for the heads up! I think I’ve got it fixed. 💋

[ferrantte]

doorways of old delhi by sam dalrymple 🌟

[mournfulroses]

Geraldine Brooks, from a book titled "The March," originally published in 2005

[redfields-hotbabeineurope]

Daeron Targaryen Fic Rec List

Main Rec List

Daeron Targaryen

@dripsdrabsmusicmusings

Between A Dream & A Hard Place (Prologue) series (Ao3 Link) -> At four and ten, Daeron dreams of a maiden kneeling before a weirwood. At eight and ten, he ventures North for a marriage not of his chosing, but of the crown's command. A Pact was made when dragons danced. A Pact is honored when Blackfyres are a constant threat. And the bonds between House Targaryen and House Stark are strengthened when the eldest of a fourth son marries the youngest daughter of a Warden of the North. Some things change for the better, others for the worse. A few stay the same. But when one with dragon dreams meets one with greensight there are bound to be repercussions no one thought would happen.

Blank Canvas Pt1 (Ao3 Link) -> Sometimes change is for the better. A new place, a new life, rebuilding after hitting rock bottom, he is doing that in White Harbor, far from the walls of Summerhall and the chaos of King's Landing. A story about second chances and growth, as seen through Daeron Targaryen's eyes.

@therealslimshakespeare

In Dreams Series Masterlist (Ao3 Link) -> Bloodraven whittles this family for sport, and I am to trust the gods?

@julez-5

Fixer Upper -> (Modern Au) You were hired to fix the horrid image of Daeron Taragryen, but you never expected to fall for his drunken charm.

No Cameras Now -> (Modern Au) You were hired to fix the image of Daeron, and swore it was professional, but there was no cameras around and you had let him kiss you. OR Daeron was fine with giving you space allowing you to collect your thoughts from your heated momemnt, but then he saw you flirting with his younger brother.

@pennyroyaltar

Overheard Yearning -> (AO3 Link) your betrothal is not a happy one. he's convinced you hate his guts. you've convinced yourself that this is true. well, that is — until he overhears a very..revealing conversation between you and a friend, where you wax poetic about how much you want him.

@idreamedofyouuuu

Making Him Jealous -> You're King Aerys I Targaryen's only daughter and he decided you should marry Daeron, your cousin. Let's say you both are jealous during the feast that Maekar threw for you and Daeron's bethoral

Messy Wedding Night -> a messy wedding night with your brother you married.

Good Morning -> (Modern Au) you wake up horny next to Daeron, your boyfriend

@asoiafraven

A Sleeping Dragon -> Since finding love Daeron thought the Gods had spared him the worst of his dragon dreams but he was mistaken.

@sansaorgana

Unworthy -> Daeron avoids his wife because he thinks he is not worthy of her and he wants to protect her from himself. Meanwhile, she thinks she is lacking and a disappointment to him. Finally, after teasing comments from his friends, he decides to fulfill his marital duty but his insecurities make him struggle.

Wishful Thinking -> Your husband doesn't believe he is worthy of you, so it doesn't help when other women pity you for being married to him. You defend Daeron in public, not realising he can hear you standing up for him.

Silent Treatment -> Daeron embarrassed you at the feast thrown to celebrate your mother's name day, which led to an argument between you two. You give him silent treatment and he realises he should finally change his behavior because he's about to lose what is the dearest to him.

The Mystery Knight -> Maekar sends Daeron to take a part in a tournament organised by an unimportant Lord, hoping that his son can at least win this one. However, The Mystery Knight from Daeron's dream complicates the tourney for the Prince. Especially when he finds out who (s)he is...

A Fortnight Apart -> Daeron doesn't react well to the news of his wife's pregnancy, which results in a fight. He goes to the tavern and she flees in the middle of the night to be with her family.

@cosmicoatlatte

To Believe In Tomorrow -> Daeron and his darling wife enjoy an evening in the gardens of Summerhall...

@maekarsmistress

A Change -> maekar starts to notice changes in his eldest son, and who to thank for them.

Restless -> your husband awakens you with a horrible nightmare - you help him settle... in your own way.

@thespottedcreature

Too Good For Me -> You love your husband very much, even if he and sometimes others don't always understand why you love him so.

Drunken Dragon -> Being the wife of Daeron the Drunken, you've figured out how to stretch the truth whenever the situation calls for it, especially with your pregnancy.

@saeransangel

The Heavens and The Earth -> Daeron continues to push you away after your arranged marriage. You want to find comfort in your troubled husband, you wish for love to grow between the two of you, but how could that be if he keeps you so far from him? Then there comes a day when you finally put your heart on the line, and everything comes spilling out.

@h0ney223

Late Nights -> Your husband comes back from a late night of drinking, again.

@pacificheights

Cups and Cups -> finding your husband in his cups at odd hours of the night had become routine. thank the gods you had perfected coaxing your wine-addled prince back to bed.

A Helping Hand -> being dragged to Ashford is bad enough. the forced sobriety that follows might be worse. on the night before the trial, you help distract your husband from his withdrawal in the best way you know how.

Grow A Pear (Angst) (AO3 Link) -> the one in which you find out that your husband is cheating on you

Too Far Gone Pt 1 (Grow a Pear Sequel) (AO3 Link) -> after your husband's infidelity, you did not think you would return. the harsh reality of it - surviving as a lone woman in westeros was not a manageable feat. so, there you found yourself, back in your shared apartments.

@starxs-s

My Nightmare

@valarrsgirl

Modern!daeron -> summer in northern italy with dearon

I'm Your Man (Modern Au) -> what starts as trying to get him home turns into a messy, desperate confession he’s been wanting you for months.. and a reckless hookup, when neither of you can pretend otherwise anymore.

Without You (Modern Au) -> you walk into a club you didn’t want to be in, and there he is. the man you loved, broken and wild. one look, and the past crashes in. he confesses and promises to never let go of you again, and for the first time, you almost believe him.

@feyhunter78

My Light, My Life -> What began as an insult quickly turned into a marriage of deep devotion and comfort. AKA you’re the only thing keeping Daeron together.

Crawling Back To You -> Trials, grief, anger, it all falls away when your husband has need of you.

Five Firsts with Daeron -> Meeting, apology, lie, kiss, and bedding. Five firsts with the prince who would capture your heart.

Conversations in the Garden -> At a garden party with your husband Daeron asleep in your lap, you discuss the past and finding love with your good brother Egg. (Set a year or so before the tourney)

@imnotcryingyouare1

Isn't That What Being A Parent Is? -> Daeron x wife!reader with Egg and Rhea.

Let Me Sleep

@moonlitgraves

Need You Baby, Like I Breathe You Baby -> daeron grows bored with the jousting and crowds at the ashford meadow tourney. fueled by arbor red and overwhelming need, daeron pulls you away from the tourney grounds to have his way with you.

@goonofthrones

A Moment of Respite -> Daeron Targaryen leads a troubled life, the only solace he has amongst everything is you, his wife.

@wolves-and-dragons

Sweet Dreams are Made of These -> While laying in bed with his wife, Daeron's beloved daughter comes in with claims of a terrifying nightmare. Daeron fears the potential that his dragon dreams have been passed onto his offspring to torment her for the rest of her days.

@escapic-mezzanine

My Moon, My Man -> An imperfect bride for a flawsome man – it was not a tragic match by any means, but the heavy shroud of expectations made affection morph into doubt. It felt like a choke, the duty imposed by House Rosby, tightening on the necks of Daeron and his wife.

Dim Refuge -> Life as Prince Daeron’s wife sometimes made you feel like the sky would fall on your head while you and your husband were just a pair of lambs sent to slaughter...

@foolishleclerc

Off The Record (F1 driver!Daeron) -> it was supposed to be just another interview. but the way he looks at her even when the cameras stop rolling says otherwise.

Wine-stained Words (modern! akotsk x the pitt) -> daeron targaryen arrives at the ER bleeding, charming, and quoting poetry no one asked for. she blames the alcohol, she doesn’t expect him to return the next day, clear-headed and still flirting.

Drunk on You -> after prophetic nightmares drive prince daeron targaryen to the brink of drowning himself in wine, his wife offers him a different remedy: her. what begins as stolen kisses to silence the craving soon becomes something deeper, fiercer, and far more addictive. because daeron doesn’t stop drinking, he simply finds something sweeter to be drunk on.

An Empty Cradle -> haunted by the thought that she cannot give him heirs, she expects daeron to resent her. instead, he reminds her that from the moment he first saw her, she was the only future he ever wanted.

[7pleiades7]

A Pensive Beauty, (Detail), (1893), by Eugene de Blaas (Austrian-born Italian, 1843 – 1931), oil on panel, 21 1/4 x 14 in (54 x 35.5 cm), Private Collection

[keyfili]

*awkward silence* A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms S1.E1 "The Hedge Knight"

[singmearing]

targaryen firstborns