Hi. My name is a need to know basis - meaning if I don't know you then you don't need it.
But you can call me CJ. Most people do on here
Fandoms I write for: Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon
If I know and like the character then I'll write for them
Pairings I write: mainly canon x reader but l'm trying canon x oc (I'm LGBTQ+ but I only write MxF pairings given the fact most of my fandoms are in a time period before it was acceptable to yourself in the world)
Always be kind and if you can't be kind be quiet
Under twenty: DNI, ageless and blank blog: DNI
And remember: someone is always watching in the woodlands
Masterlist (updated 29th May 2026)
*denotes smut
Pieces of the Same Soul: Daemon Targaryen x F!OC*
Cast List Prologue
Little Dragon Moments (part of the Daemon x F!OC fic)
And so it was on the tenth day of the sixth moon of 102 AC that Queen Aemma Arryn birthed a second daughter instead of the much expected Prince. Both parents - initially shocked - named her Visenya after Aegon’s sister wife and the father who promised to cherish her until his last breath
- 'Fire and Blood: Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros' by Archmaester Gyldayn
Daemon never thought this was his life. He was perfectly content to be the King of the Narrow Sea or King of Flea Bottom - but he never expected to be enchanted by his youngest niece.
And he's certainly not complaining now
All the usual warnings I'm afraid. Dni if you're under twenty one.
Please be cool about the fact I am writing something not many of you will like: Targest (Daemon and Visenya are uncle and niece) age gap. Canon typical happenings, character death, somnophilia.
Usual HOTD/GOT violence. P in V sex (wrap it before ya tap it) oral (both receiving) dysfunctional family views, medieval typical misogynistic views, medieval purity values - no Daemyra
I'll add more when I can
Tagging; @theerogueprincess
Updated profile, read below
PROLOGUE: 102 AC
It's quiet in there, too quiet.
Princes Daemon, Aenys Vaelor and Aerion Targaryen lean against the wall, eyes set on different things as they listen for the telltale signs of new life - or, gods forbid - Life ending. Aemma’s distressing cries and their sister Saera’s encouragements fill the antechamber and each man straightens up as their older brother Viserys I first of his name steps in the antechamber and fusses with his tunic
"Is she.. Seven hells I feel sick"
No one says anything as midwives bustle in and out of the room. Daemon's hands shake and his eyes find Otto Hightower, watching with a sick twisted satisfaction
"Mayhaps you have a nephew. A new heir, I'm sure Runciter will-"
"Runciter is a cunt of a fool" Daemon's words are sharp - aimed to shut the Hand of the King up.
He smirks as the Hightower snake retreats back to the corner
“The child may well be a Boy” Daemon muses to himself. A scary thought when Daemon himself was named heir after the devastating loss Aemma and Viserys' son a year prior.
Meanwhile, Viserys paces outside of the birthing chamber in a nervous, anxious state. This was always the worst part of marriage; of having heirs, and children that they would welcome into the twisted world. He had seen death in plenty of places, at the core of battle, his blade - the Blackfyre - had the last breaths of plenty of men.
Even in court people die, and schemes and power went to people's heads, trying to crawl their way up the political ladder. The birthing bed is another place of death just as much as it was of life.
He flinches as Aemma screams again and is truly thankful that their older daughter Rhaenyra is tucked away somewhere with a plate of lemon cakes that her Septa had made. There is no way Rhaenyra will be satisfied with sitting in the hall while her Mother was in distress.
Viserys's head rises as the screaming stops and the sound of a shrill cry of a newborn pierces the air. His eyes found Daemon's and both Men laugh before embracing
"A son, mayhaps Your Grace"
"Mayhaps indeed."
Viserys leaves his brothers in the antechamber, hesitating in the doorway of his wife's birthing chambers. Aemma sat in bed, sweaty and tired but looking radiant as she held a squirming bundle. The love on his wife's face sent a tingle down Viserys' spine and he crept into the room as the Maester's busied themselves with tidying up.
"Let me see him"
"Her" Aemma's voice is weary but certain as she gently bounces the tiny bundle quietly focusing on the woman holding her "Viserys.. We have another daughter"
Viserys' smile only widens as he stares down at the baby whose eyes are now open, staring at her Father with all the trust in the world. This tiny, beautiful girl isn’t the son he wanted. But she is treasured and loved already.
As Viserys bends to kiss her forehead, he whispers one sentence
"Her name is Visenya"
*****
"She's small."
The baby stops her squawking as she is laid in her Uncle's arm, head nestling in the crook of his elbow and legs flailing as she becomes used to the warmth of a new person. Daemon doesn’t mind his tiny niece's dissatistaction because she is the prettiest thing he has ever seen.
Oval face with soft wisps of moonkissed hair. Soft petal like lips. She looks more doll like than human and Daemon stares, utterly entranced
"She'll be a beauty, like her mother"
Aemma's voice is soft as she laughs, eyes battling to stay open and she smiles as she watched her good-brother trail a finger down the baby's foot - checking reflexes that have already been deemed satisfactory
As he stares down at the babe in his arms, he can see her whole life mapping out to suit his own agenda. From a wide eyed toddler to a curious little girl. A beautiful maiden and a devastatingly divine young woman. He’s impatient to see it happen
Impatient to make his mark on the world as well,
Daemon's breath catches and his throat closes up as her little eyes lazily open: the softest shade of lilac he'd ever seen with traces of indigo in the irises stare back at him, unfocused and taking in the new things around her
This child is definitely a Targaryen
It’s a strange thought to him. That Daemon can love someone else so much. He adores his brothers and Saera because they were family, all spilling forth from the same womb and he loves Aemma and Rhaenyra because they belong to Viserys
But the tiny creature comfortable in his arms. Well.. Daemon isn’t sure Visenya belongs to anyone else. She was His. His tiny girl.
"Daemon." Aemma's words barely register in his mind "Your brothers want a turn"
"They can wait" Daemon smiles down at the baby in his arms, gently bouncing her as she fusses "We're just getting acquainted, she and I"
By now, her crying and flailing have turned to quiet sniffles and Visenya huffs before a tiny yawn leaves rose shape lips. Her eyes droop before they close and Daemon simply stares as if mapping out her whole life in his head. He’s sure he’ll always be there
Guarding, watching and waiting.
When she falls asleep, safe in the arms of an Uncle who'd always love her, Daemon lays her to rest in the cradle
"Syz ēdrusi, donus riñus"
Sweet dreams, sweet girl
Visenya's little fingers twitch then they settle and Daemon watches for a while before he kisses a sleepy Aemma on the forehead and he leaves the room.
Pieces of the Same Soul || Little Dragon Moments: The Politics of Naptime
Summary: Visenya bargains Naptime
Warnings: none, just utter cuteness
Tagging; @theerogueprincess
It was a warm sunny morning as King Viserys first of his name held court in the Small Court chambers.
Aemma was asleep, recent days saw her heavy with child and she liked to rest. And the girls were with their nurse, learning everything that little girls needed to know. Viserys had grown tired of his masters arguing amongst themselves and glanced to his brothers
Prince Aenys: Master of the coin
Prince Vaelor: Master of the sword
And Prince Daemon: Commander of the City Watch
He supposed they were good at what they did. Aenys was sensible not to send the realm into poverty and Vaelor was talented with a sword, training young knights.
Daemon was a wild card but had the City Watch straightened like a well oiled machine
“We must take action” Lord Corlys spoke from the end of the table. The Targaryen men sighed loudly, all of them wanting to throttle their cousins husband
“The Greyjoy’s and the Stark’s are no threat-” Daemon began to speak up, stopping as the door creaked open and a little head of white-blonde hair peeked in. His lips curved into a smirk as Visenya waddled in. She stood on her toes to grab a marble and walked right up to Viserys at the head of the table then climbed up with a bright smile
“I here talk Polites”
Viserys’ lips quirked as Visenya sat herself down and she held the marble tightly “And what is your grievance?”
Visenya beamed, perched on the table in front of Viserys. “No nap time”
Laughter rumbled from the King’s chest and for a single moment everyone was speechless as he pressed his forehead to Visenya’s - like none of them could fathom King Viserys being a good father
“You take two naps my tiny girl. How about just one nap after luncheon?”
“Is ‘cceptable” Visenya nodded then looked back at her Uncles “One naptime is ‘cceptable”
Daemon, Aenys and Vaelor all knew if they laughed now it would trigger the mischief in Visenya that was so often seen and the three of them tried (and spectacularly failed) to hide their grins. Visenya waddled over the table and plonked herself down in front of Daemon.
“One naptime is ‘ceptable Kepus. One”
Daemon was known for being violent and self-serving but looking at his tiny niece all bright eyed and simply perfect he knew he’d move the world for her
“One naptime? And where will you take this nap?”
Visenya went into deep thought, little eyebrows scrunching as she kicked her legs back and forth. With a smile that she knew Uncle Daemon wouldn’t be able to resist she spoke up “Your bed. Nap your bed Kepus”
“My bed.” Daemon couldn’t help but smirk “But where will I sleep?”
Visenya shrugged at her Uncle’s question, mischief running through her little veins “Floor maybe? Is comfy”
Daemon snorted, lips pulling inwards as he sucked on them and he thumped Vaelor’s thigh to stop his brother laughing “The floor? Goodness me, I’m being banished from my own bed”
“I send prayers at diffi.. diffi… I send prayers at tricky time” Visenya nodded then climbed into her Uncle’s lap, little indigo-lilac eyes closing as she yawned and took her first nap of the day
Pieces of the Same Soul || Daemon x F!OC (Little Dragon Moments)
Summary:
And so it was on the tenth day of the sixth moon of 102 AC that Queen Aemma Arryn birthed a second daughter instead of the much expected Prince. Both parents - initially shocked - named her Visenya after Agon's sister wife and the father who promised to cherish her until his last breath
- 'Fire and Blood: Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros' by Archmaester Gyldayn
Daemon never thought this was his life. He was perfectly content to be the King of the Narrow Sea or King of Flea Bottom - but he never expected to be enchanted by his youngest niece.
And he's certainly not complaining now
All the usual warnings I'm afraid. Dni if you're under twenty one.
Warnings for this little fic: cuteness overload, just a lot of fluffy cuteness.
I'll add more when I can
Tagging; @munstysmind @theerogueprincess
This is an extra but can be read with the story
Daemon meets Visenya (102 AC
“She’s small..”
The baby stopped her squawking as she was laid in her Uncle’s arm, head nestled in the crook of his elbow and legs flailing as she got used to the warmth of a new person. Daemon didn’t mind his tiny niece’s dissatisfaction because she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.
Oval face with soft wisps of moonkissed hair. Soft petal like lips. She looked more doll like than human and Daemon stared, utterly entranced
“She’ll be a beauty, like her mother”
Aemma’s voice was soft as she laughed, eyes battling to stay open and she smiled as she watched her good-brother trail a finger down the baby’s foot - checking reflexes that had already been deemed satisfactory
He could see her life playing out in his mind. A wide eyed toddler to a curious child and then a devastatingly beautiful young maiden who would wed and have her own children. And Daemon was impatient to see it all happen
Daemon’s breath caught and his throat closed up as her little eyes lazily opened: the softest shade of lilac he’d ever seen with traces of indigo in the irises stared back at him, unfocused and taking in the new things around her
This child was definitely a Targaryen
It was a strange thought that Daemon could love someone else so much. He adored his brothers and Saera because they were family, all spilling forth from the same womb and he loved Aemma and Rhaenyra because they belonged to Viserys
But the tiny creature comfortable in his arms. Daemon couldn’t have been sure Visenya belonged to anyone else. She was His. He was sure of it
“Daemon..” Aemma’s words barely registered in his mind “your brothers want a turn”
“They can wait” Daemon smiled down at the baby in his arms “We’re just getting acquainted, she and I”
By now, her crying and flailing had stopped and Visenya huffed before a tiny yawn left rose shaped lips. Her eyes drooped before they closed and Daemon simply stared as if mapping out her whole life to suit his agenda
When she fell asleep, safe in the arms of an Uncle who’d always love her, Daemon lay her to rest in the crib
“Syz ēdrusi, dōnus riñus”
Sweet dreams, sweet girl
Visenya’s little fingers twitched then settled and Daemon watched for a while until he left the room
