What have you done! Part 1

Colour My Mind, Bring Me Back

Chapter IV: Duty I Series Masterlist Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!wife

Summary: Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen returns to King’s Landing victorious after besting his uncle during The Battle Above the Gods Eye, securing his withering brother's claim to the Iron Throne. Upon his arrival, he learns that his wife was a casualty of a Black ambush, suffering a severe blow to her skull.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns (3rd person), angst, canon divergence (Aemond survives), war trauma, depictions of violence, head injury, amnesia, ableism, medieval medicinal practices, longing, yearning, eventual smut, period-typical sexism, brief discussions of brothels and Aemond’s 13th name day

Word Count: 3300

The next day, her lonesome morning is disrupted by the intrusion of a loud, curt knock. She’s momentarily stunned, wide eyes observing her husband’s tall frame as he enters, offering a barely visible nod before joining her by the window overlooking Blackwater Bay. 

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Chapter 1: The Coin

 The reader is Aberama Gold’s eldest daughter, Esmeralda Gold in this fic.

 Warnings: abduction, panic attack, claustrophobia, tense situations, alcohol use.

 This fic might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you’ve seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you’ll be okay. 😉  The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original “Peaky Blinders" . Warnings will change per chapter. This is my first fic. Hope you all like it. English is not my first language.

 Synopsis: Your father’s one mistake shall alter your life’s direction forever.

 Word count: 2,171 words

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Description: An ordinary middle school teacher moves to a desolate town with her fiancee. After suffering episodes of vivid nightmares, she realizes that his uncle looks exactly like the man in her dreams.

Pairings: daemon targaryen/reader, aemond targaryen/reader

Trope: Reincarnation

(A rewrite of 'Waiting for a Bus')

Prologue: An Overused Trope Part One: Nobody's Son Part Two: Meeting in Starlight Part Three: Subject of the Poem Part Four: Our Love Was True Part Five: You Can't Catch Me

In Need of an Heir Pt 6

Canon Aemond X OFC

18+++ MDNI I will block all minors

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“It’s okay.” |Daemon Targaryen x reader

summary: Daemon ignored your cries for help in a dire time of need until it almost is too late. 

Warnings: Blood, Miscarriage, swearing. 

“You truly have to go?” you ask him while wrapping your hand around his arm keeping him close. “My brother has called on me for business Dove.” You sigh and trace a finger over his cheekbone. Daemon going back to attend to his business meant that the honeymoon phase was now at a definite end. “If I could, I would have stayed here with my beautiful wife.” You grin at hearing him call you his wife and pout once more before walking away from him. “Fine, I will just have to entertain myself then.” Daemon takes in how you fall back on the bed and slowly stalks over to you. “As long as you don’t entertain yourself too much without me.” He captures your lips and slowly everything fades away around you as you kiss him back eagerly. When he breaks the kiss, you smile at him coyly.

“You know Ser Criston would probably be up for entertaining me.” you slip out as he turns his back to you to walk away, knowing it will piss him off. As you expected Daemon is not one to let that comment slide and a low growl leaves him as he sharply turns back to face you. “If he knows what is good for him, he will not dare.” You smile softly at him before blowing him a kiss. He glances once more at you before he disappears out of the door.

Not a second later your maid came into the room carrying fresh linen. “Good morning milady.” You smile at her and stand up to meet her in the middle of the room. You frown at the pain in your back and you massage it lightly for a few seconds before turning your attention back to your maid. “Everything alright milady?” you nod before rethinking your choices. “Would it be too much effort for a warm bath, I am having back pain and…” Your maid interrupts before you can finish your sentence and nods. “Of course, milady let me attend to that right away.”

Half an hour later you’re sitting in the scalding hot water but unless the pain you experience during your monthly the pain is not letting up. Grimacing you shift to find a better position, but you find you cannot find any at all. Your hands continuously knead your back to try and elevate the pain. All in vain as it seems to have the opposite effect. Your eyes seem to be dropping as well and you don’t know if you have Daemon to contribute to that or your body. You quickly wash your body and your hair before leaning your head against the little towel at the headrest. You were exhausted from washing yourself and felt dirty all over again. You just wanted to close your eyes for a minute in the hope all the tiredness would go away.

However, you are shaken out of your sleepy demeanor as your maid noticing your dropping eyelids is quick to get you out of the bath and into bed. “Rest Milady I will come back in a few hours.” She closes the curtains to stop the light from intruding and closes the door behind her, she takes a quick glance at you seeing that you have already fallen asleep a slight concern raises within her.

When you woke for a second time you were slow to get up the pain was unmistakably still there, and you felt like a horse had run over you. Deciding it was time to see the maester you threw the blankets off you. With a frown, you noticed the red spots on the bedding. So It was your monthly you decided that going to the maester was not needed after all and slowly eased yourself from the bed to go clean yourself up. However as soon as your feet touched the ground, you cried out in pain as more blood flowed out of you, your lower abdomen tightened, and your feet could not carry your weight anymore. you lowered yourself to the ground.

“Milady are you alright?” At the sound of your maid entering the room, you looked up over the bed. Tears freely run down your face. “Please get my husband please.” You begged her while sitting in your blood. realization hitting you of why you were bleeding. You had been with child, and you had not noticed, you truly had not known and now it was too late. You looked off at the ceiling of the room hoping, no praying that Daemon was not going to hate you for this. You softly stroked your stomach. You had not succeeded in keeping the babe safe.

Your maid had gotten the attention of another who had been littering in the hallway and had sent her on her way to get Daemon before returning to you. She softly walked closer to you and tried to touch you but as soon as her hand reached out you flinched like you had been hit. “Milady…” her voice filled with pity, and you could not bear to look at her and instead focused on the room behind her. She reached out again and this time you felt a sense of panic overtake you. “Please don’t touch me.” You whimper as you rock yourself back and forth. Blood still flowing from you, you could not bear to look down.

Your breath accelerated as you kept thinking how you had failed the babe, how you and your body had failed Daemon and the little one. “Milady please let me get you more comfortable after that I will back away.” You feverishly shook your head, not wanting anybody other than Daemon. Oh, where was he, he was the only one who can make this all better.

On the other side of the castle, Daemon was listening to the old bores in front of them complaining, always complaining. He looked at his brother the almighty weak king as he sat in his chair. Clearly as bored out of his mind as Daemon was. The only good thing about these meetings was that his lovely niece always kept his cup flowing with wine. He focused back on the bore of a HighTower who was talking about sheep. Oh no his mistake he had moved on to the riveting news of goats. Even better.

The meeting was disturbed when one of the big doors opened. A tiny-looking maid came into the room shaking like a leaf. The weak and elderly looked irritated at the disruption, but Daemon almost jumped at the opportunity to make his getaway and visit his lovely wife even if it was for a few minutes. “Well get on with it.” The Hightower cunt snarked at the girl as she moved forwards to the table. “Lady Y/N had urgently asked you to return to your chamber, my prince.” The girl looked down and did not notice the frown on Daemon’s face. He had just left you a mere hours ago, which could be urgent. Nonetheless, he stood up from his chair to make his way out of the room.

“I never thought I would see the day that the Targaryen dragon prince is following orders from his wife.” He turns around at those words to face Otto Hightower. “What did you say?” Daemon asks in a low tone. Otto turns with a grin on his face towards the king. “Married for less than three months and already following his wife’s every whim.” The men in the room laugh with him, no they laugh at him, at the idea of adoring his wife and he almost sees red. his brother leans forwards and with a smile says. “Daemon, don’t give in to your wife at once, from experience you will be rewarded more if you keep her waiting.” Visyers winks and gestures for him to return to his chair. Daemon unsurely looks at the girl but decided to save some face with these old donkeys and sits down. “Tell my wife I will be there when the meeting is over.” The girl looks like she wants to say something but at last, decides not to before rushing out of the room. Slowly the talk in the room returns to goats and sheep all the while anger is shimmering behind Daemon’s eyes.

The second time someone disturbs the meeting it is your personal maid herself and she looks furious. “Milady needs to my prince.” Before Daemon can even get a word in Otto has taken over the conversation. “Why, is she in need of a good fuck and can’t wait a few more hours.” The rage shimmering for the past hour comes out and Daemon slams his hand on the table with a force that rattles all the cups. “Enough do not talk that way about my wife.” He addresses Otto before turning to your maid. “What’s the matter?” the maid uncertain how to proceed stutters as she thinks over her words carefully. “Milady is in pain and has requested you milord, nobody is to touch her, and I fear for her.” She speaks truthfully.

Panic shoots through his chest and he stands up from his chair with such a force that knocks the chair back. “Is it bad?” the maid slowly nods as she comes closer to him. “Milady is not letting the maester come closer and examine her unless you are there…” her sentence trails before whispering so softly that only Daemon can hear. “I think milady may have lost a babe.”

You were pregnant and he did not know, both of you did not know otherwise you would have told him surely. He swallows almost painfully; worry is clawing at his throat, and he feels close to throwing up. He has ignored you for the past few hours. Deciding that his ego was worth more than his wife, as he did not want to show how much you had wrapped him around his finger all while you were in pain and needed him. leaving your maid behind he ran all the way to your room.

He threw open the doors and his heart broke at the sight of you. You were still leaning against the bed. A group of maester was in standing around you but your attention was not on them. It was on the blood on the floor that was pooling around you. All the blood has seemed to leave your face and he did not like what he saw one bit. He pushed the horde of maesters and maids away and kneeled in front of you. “Y/N, my little dove.” You kept rocking and your eyes did not find his. Your whimpers only contained his name as he slowly crept forwards and touched your face o so gently. Regretting with his whole body for not coming sooner.

Your eyes connected with his and the only thing Daemon could find behind your eyes was despair. “I did not know Daemon, I did not know, I could not keep the babe safe, I failed you.” His heart was already broken when he first took sight of you but now it was crushed as you kept repeating these words like a mantra.  “You did not fail me, little dove, you hear me.” But your eyes were glossed over as tears continued to stream like you were in your own little world far away. He softly but forcibly pulled you into his lap as he stroked your back and grasped your tiny hand in his. “I have failed you.” He whispered against her head as he pressed kisses all over. At the feeling of you going limp in his arms, the panic reached a new level. He forcefully shakes your body. “Y/N? wake up, dove wake up.” His eyes found one of the maesters. “What’s Happening?!”  He picks you up in his arms as he feels his clothing increasingly absorbing your blood. the maester motions him to put you on the bed and they immediately get to work. “Milady has lost too much blood.” within seconds Daemon is pushed outside the room as the realization hits him that he could lose, he could lose you right here and now, knowing that he had failed you, the both of you.

The maester had done their thing and now it came down to you, and your body. If you survived the night the likelihood of you surviving would go up. So far so good as the first light of the sun came through the windows. Daemon had spent the night pacing only to return to the bed for a little while. Praying to anybody that would hear him, to not take his wife away from him. when despair would hit him again, he would start pacing again. He had almost barricaded the door the only one allowed in the room was your maid, who patted your head from time to time and forced some potions in you. Daemon moved to open the curtains allowing light to hit you and maybe help warm you up.

Over the past hours, you finally had gotten a little bit of your warmth back, blood had rushed back into your face, and you looked better than previous but for Daemon it was not going fast enough. He needed to hear your voice and look into your eyes to know that you were going to be okay. He needed you to wake up to tell you how sorry he was. He looked out of the window to take in the first rays of sun before turning around to you.

His breath caught in his throat at seeing that your eyes were open. “Daemon…” you choked out before the tears started flowing. “Shh my little dove, shh.” Within three steps he was at your bedside and within another second his arms were wrapped around you. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He caresses her back as he rocks them softly. “I am so-“ before you can finish your sentence Daemon cuts in with a kiss to your lips, so delicately and displaying so much comfort, and love you almost feel at peace. “it’s I who needs to say sorry.” Daemon’s finger touches your cheek as he looks into your eyes. “Why didn’t you come.” He signs and looks away from you almost like he is ashamed. “Because men are stupid, and I listened to a bunch of old men who have never experienced real love, the way you and I have, in order to not look like you had me wrapped around your finger. All I can do for that now is apologize but I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore, I just need you to know that I love you, and it was not your fault you have never and can never fail me.”

Daemon unwraps himself from you as he stares at the door. You know he wants to do the right thing and leave you alone to think over his words, but he also does not want to leave you alone. And while you are hurt, he did not come like you had wished him to you could not fault him for it, as he had not known what the matter was, more importantly, he had come in the end had he not and you did not doubt it that he had not left your side. Just like you had done before everything went down you wrap your hand around his arm tugging him next to you on the bed. “It’s okay.”

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Daemon whenever Alicent is opening her mouth:

Jorrāelagon Zālagon Chapter One

Niece to Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, and cousin to Lady Alicent Hightower, you become ensnared in the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen. After hearing of a sensitive marriage arrangement, you learn the prince is running out of time... and options.

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A/N: pardon the spelling erros im posting this before going to work lol.

He was known as the Prince of Flea bottom, giving his frequency to the slums of Kings Landing a bold reputation, that everyone knew of. Daemon Targaryen, brother of the king and protector of the realm Viserys Targaryen.

 Yes, a man who has been given chance after chance at redemption by so many more than he could count. Shaming his family with whoring, drinking, and other debaucheries that would rather be unspoken, this was a man whom you at first feared. You had exchanged glances and small words around the castle with the prince in the past. With time you learned that the prince was not volatile or aggressive as many have described, at least he hadn’t been with you. Both of you became somewhat acquainted outside the court, you had even given him your favor at a tourney a few weeks prior, rewarding you a quick smile which flashed only for a second from the proud man.

Eventually subtle gestures came from both parties, small gazes caught from across the halls, eyes watching each other while in conversation with another, A smile followed by a nod, small acts of chivalry, holding doors for you, asking for your favor on occasion, small talk when your uncle would bring you to royal dinners and hunts. As the familiarity with your close- even best friend- Rhaenrya and her family became accustomed to you, so did the Rogue Prince.

It was even on occasion he would gesture to you to follow him for quiet stroll through the many gardens of the keep, discussing matters of gossip and opinion, of which you learned the prince has a special humor about him, and this is what assured you that you could not possibly be on his bad side.

He was such a mystery to you, a man who treats you with chivalrous intent, but then is the man accused of bedding most of the brothel women in Kings Landing and killing men with ease. It was conflicting to understand if he was an acquaintance, a danger, or a superior at times.

But now you stood next to Lady Alicent Hightower and her father, the hand of the king, and your uncle, Lord Otto Hightower. It was early, and dawn was peeking through the intricate windows of the throne room. This meeting was called out of nowhere but seemed your Uncle Otto nothing of a surprise. You remained silent waiting for whom ever would walk through the door of the keep into the throne room. Whom ever it was... the king was not happy.

You could hear him, you could tell his foot falls, from a distance you could hear him muttering curses mixed with Valyrian under his breath, the voice Daemon Targaryen rang in your ear. The Prince of Flea Bottom.. the Rogue Prince as many others referred to him, but never had you experience the reckless and dangerous side of the prince. You were learning, chaperoned by your cousin Alicent, whom did not at all favor the white-haired prince.

The creaking of the heavy doors closing snapped you from your thoughts. You perked your head up to see him. Disheveled, his long hair knotted, his white shirt torn and stained with dirt. It was clear that he hadn’t been brought here upon his own free will.

He stood with his arms out, slowly walking his way down the aisle to face the iron throne.

“Now, now brother, what have I done to disappoint?” His voice rang mockingly, and the king could obviously tell this was a game to his younger brother.

You held your breath, Daemon’s voice was surly, tickling the ears of those who listened, as if he hasn’t been called into be reprimanded. The king’s eyes fell very serious, though he slouched his shoulders heavily and shook his head.

“What is this madness I am to hear about you Daemon?” The king’s voice echoed behind his own words, filling the vast room for all to hear. Viserys stood holding his sword in front of himself, letting the tip rest on the cement, reminiscent of a cane.

Daemon looked down and smiled, shaking his head, “I do not know to what trouble you refer, your grace”.

Viserys snapped, “Three fires! Three fires set in the slums with many atrocious accounts of you being at the presence of each one! Killing over 300 civilians, for seven sakes!”

Your eyes widened with shock, could it have been Daemon that started those fires?

There was gossip about it all around by now it if had gotten to the king so quickly, but surely you had not expected a line of royal blood to commit such crimes.

Mutters and Mumbles of the maidens and lads of the audience quieted the room as fast as they filled it.

 Alicent looked as if she were to be sick and grabbed your hand. Inside you prayed that Rhaenrya would be on dragon back a few hours longer, as not to witness this.

“I do not understand this accusation, brother, who speaks these rumors?” Daemon crossed his arms and raised his brow, his voice filled with curiosity and a twinge of anger…maybe annoyance? You pursed your lips; you had seen executions performed…carried out for the slightest of things. Suddenly you found yourself in a position of fear for the young prince.

Otto Hightower quickly stepped forward drawing all eyes of the court to him, “The crown has it’s reliable informants, and this one in particular has always been forthright and precise.”

Daemon laughed and Viserys gaze hardened as Daemon spoke, “My dear brother, If I were to burn down anything, knowing Caraxes..it would be far more than 3 buildings and many more than 300.. you listen to a person with no credibility to such allegations- So what have you? Have me killed over gossip from the same peasants that tell tales of living in the eye of a giant, of grumpkins, snarks, and ghouls.” There was a long pause, and your hand was gripping Alicent’s.. rather tightly, and to this she took notice, giving you a questionable stare. You looked down and only listened.

The king sighed heavily, turning his back on his little brother and taking his place among the iron throne.

His voice boomed loudly, “Leave Us, All! I wish to discuss my brother’s punishment alone!”

With that, in an instant people began clearing out into the hall. The masses moved like a river to the sea, in that current of calamity you lost Alicent... you waivered in balance as you made your way across the moving masses of people. Maybe if you could just wait until most of the people are through the threshold, then it would be easy to navigate your way back to your cousin. People bumping into you, knocking you off balance, all because the king was so furious with his heir. Quickly you grabbed the rounded stone pillar and kept behind. You can just follow the end of the crowd through the doors easily- or that is what you hoped.

You couldn’t recall in that moment if you had waited behind the massive stone pillar too long or if curiosity had grabbed whole of yourself. It was when you heard the large doors shut behind you, you snapped your neck to look over your shoulder to see the guards had also exited the Throne room and it was only Viserys, Daemon, and... you.

This situation had become real, if you were to be caught here, eavesdropping on sensitive information- well it could possibly be a death sentence, and you silently curse yourself, how could you be so reckless? So stupid to do something this dangerous over a curiosity! Carefully you crouched down out of view and did what you came to do, you listened closely.

“Daemon-“

“You actually believe that I burned down those buildings, brother?” Daemon’s voice held great offense.  The weary king sigh loudly and peaked around to see him holding a hand to his brow in frustration.

“I- I want no more of this foolishness, No more of these unbecoming behaviors in Flea bottom, you are a representation of what could be the greatest dynasty since Old Valyria,”

“Yes my –“ Viserys continued, not paying mind to Daemon’s words.

“It is time for you to marry, maybe a wife and child will calm you and your mischievous habits. You are you marry in the fortnight”

Though his back was facing you, you sensed dismay in the prince as his hands fell to his side.

“Let me guess, you’ve chosen a Velaryon I can bed with a child, to keep the bloodlines of the dragon and the sea snake intertwined?”

He sounded so.. upset by marriage? Death is surely more permanent. You felt you face twist in confusion.

Viserys laughed loudly, “You think the Velaryons want their daughter wed to a man who spends more time in brothels, than at council meetings?” With the sarcasms came a silence from Daemon, who obviously is opposed to the proposal indefinitely, his words must’ve caught in his throat.

 He probably was thinking of how he could scheme his way out of this.

He could run, got to Braavos or Pentos, travel the red waste, he could exile himself, he could kill Otto Hightower and every little rat spy he commands… But- the king, of course, would not allow this, his word was law. It felt like a lifetime since you had taken your eyes off the defeated prince and the righteous king, it actually hurt to blink, your eyes they were so dry. Seconds felt like minutes that turned to hours before Daemon finally spoke up,

“Who is my betrothed?” a flat plain tone felt from his lips, and this was anything but a stark contrast in your heart racing and sweaty palms. The gossip was just as juicy as when the ladies gossiped at Rhaenrya’s name day feast, and this was the peak of it. Heart pounding, blood pulsing through your head, you could feel your heart the beating drum that thundered into your core.

And the king spoke.

 “You chose brother, but if you have not made a choice by a months’ time, you are to wed Lady Rhea Royce heir to the Rune Stone and Lady of the Vale. This matter is finished.”

Silence was all that you could process, your small hands place in front of you as you crouched to the stone floor and leaned over to peer at the two royalties ahead. Daemons hands were bawled into tight fists and his eyes had been locked on the ground before him.

“Go, find a woman of honor to wed, and be done with your foolish games.” Viserys spoke turning from the angered prince and letting his footsteps echo behind him as made his was in your direction. You pulled your body behind the large marble pillar and hitched your breath in your throat as the king passed briskly flinging open the doors.

Nothing but the echo of the large wooden doors shutting could be heard. You again craned your neck from behind your cover peeking around again to see Daemon was still in his place, his eyes still glued to the floor, and his fists bawled even more tightly. He turned swiftly and you froze in shock. His ice lavender eyes cut through your golden orbs immediately. You let out a quick gasped and hid once more... though it was of no use, the Rogue Prince had already seen you were here.

His footsteps were loud..but slow, as if he wanted you to know that he had seen you, or known you were there the whole time…and that you had heard the conversation, that not even the kings closest protector did not even hear. So, you hugged your knees to your chest.

‘This is bad, this is bad, this is bad’ reality was beginning to collapse, this was bad, eaves dropping on such a matter was punishable… and the lords know what punishment could be fall you, your uncle, your cousin. Hot tears pricking at your eyes, one tear falling for each echoing footstep of the Prince. You had never been in any trouble of this kind, your uncle would be furious to find out his niece was partaking in actions that could be spun as treason.  You buried your head in your knees and began to tremble. The prince’s brutality and wrath was widely known, and for listening into a private matter... what horrible thing would he do to keep you quiet.

‘Father I’m sorry, Alicent I’m sorry, Uncle Otto I’m sorry, Rhaenrya I’m so sorry-‘

“Come, my dear.” his smooth voice cut through your frantic thoughts causing you to lift your gaze to stare upon him. It had been a while since he addressed you as My dear. It was soothing but frightening to be addressed as such especially in this situation.

He stood over you like a giant, his shadow enveloping your small form. Though his face held no anger, his presence was overwhelmingly authoritative.  The tears fell from your cheeks as you expected him punish you on the spot.

“Don’t cry, my dear.” Daemon purred as held out his hand so you may pull yourself off the floor. Rattled by this unexpected show of…well, nonaggression you shakily took his hand, and he lifted you from the cold stone floor on to your feet.

Your eyes, glassy with tears met with Daemon’s and you began to stutter out an apology “M-My Prince I- I-“

“Hush, let us get you back to your lady cousin.” His voice was calm, quiet almost... as if he had not just been publicly humiliated by an audience. The corner of his lips were turned in a slight upward smile as he began to walk, still holding your small delicate hand in his, forcing you to follow. Maybe he enjoyed the attention.

“I’m sorry my Prince.” you blurted out as he opened the doors. Though your apology had no recognition, but instead a reply you didn’t expect.

“I’m sure it was somewhat entertaining for you, I would have done the same.” He let go of your hand resting the behind his back as both of you walked down the halls approaching the garden of the Godswood.

“I will not speak of what I heard.” You say looking down, you could not tell if he was upset.. he just seemed…tense.  Daemon had a way of showing authority but also concealing emotion along with it.

“Usually men are put to death for crimes I have been accused, but instead I am committed to a life sentence.” This was strange, you alone with the Prince, strolling about the garden covered with the crimson maple leaves that had fallen as if it was just another morning.

“You believe marriage is worse than death?” You asked a look of confusion consuming your expression before you could possibly reel yourself back. Daemon laughed as he approached the large Maple tree.

He leaned on the tree’s large trunk and crossed his arms over his chest directing his eyes at you. “Depending on whom I wed, yes, death would be the equivalent, but my brother rather have me wed to the fairest of maiden, rather than fuck about Flee Bottom.”

You took a seat next to him as he stood once again beside you, towering almost. His language caught you off guard every time you found yourself around Daemon, Alicent had never used such profanity, nor had your Uncle Otto, it was like an entirely new language to you. You crossed your legs and let your hands fall into your lap.

“You will find you betrothed soon.” you smiled looking up at the white-haired man, but he scoffed a smirk plastered on his face.

“There is no one in these seven kingdoms I could think of, the bronze bitch of Runestone will be overjoyed, I’m sure of it.” His voice dripping with sarcasm as he pushed himself off the trunk of the tree.

“You do not intent to find a wife?” Your voice carried concern, Daemon let out a long sigh and uncrossed his arms. “Marriage is but a political arrangement, nothing more.” You felt your shoulders slouch and the thoughts of whom you would be betrothed to started to seep from the corners of your mind.

“So even if you wed..will you not be faithful to you beloved?” You covered your mouth quickly, wishing you could somehow suck the words back into your mind. Daemon looked down at you from where he stood… he was deep in thought. But it would be his answer that would ultimately disappoint you.

“I will fuck whom ever I please. Wed or not.”

So, he wasn’t a faithful man, for some reason- not one you could pin point- you felt a great sadness. Did all men have such a crude viewpoint? You pursed your lips not knowing what to say until the words came out “Well my Prince, you have one week to choose, it seems to be you have a great choice to make as any woman would be honored to have you in their bed.” the sadness in your voice was easily disguised with a smile.

 Had what you just said to the prince been an outright lie?

 Probably.

Daemon brow quirked up as he spoke, “You think so?”

Maybe this was a moment in time that you should appreciate, the prince was speaking of private matters of the crown specifically with you… and all your mind could do in this moment was pass judgement, an unfair judgement at that. You stood up to face the prince as he made his way in front of you.

You shouldn’t be so critical, “Yes my prince, your wife will fawn over you as the maidens of the court do.”

Daemon giggled at your words. As if it was a punchline to a bad joke.

“ouch?”

“Yes I’m sure she will be honored to receive me,” he muttered stepping closer to you. H

esitantly you stepped back until you back hit the hard exterior of the gods wood.

But he did not stop, he came closer…and closer, so close you could faintly smell the scent of Pine, Sandalwood, and smoke on him.

Inside you were afraid but you didn’t know why. He wouldn’t put his hands on you…would he? Was this some false sense of security he lured you into, just to punish you with his own hands? No. Daemon leaned into you placing his arms on either side of your head locking you into direct eye contact with him. He leaned closer letting his breath tickle you ear.

“in my bed.” He whispered.

His light lavender eyes pierced through your widened orbs, seeing into your soul. You felt a shiver run down your body as he brought his hands to his sides. You didn’t know how to…. Well… act or even if you could stutter out a reply. Before you could Daemon grabbed your hand gently pulling you forward away from the tree.

“I will accompany you to your chambers my lady, Lady Alicent should be awaiting you, and of course I do expect you to keep today our little secret, yes?”

Nervous, that’s the word that would describe how you felt. This felt like you had somehow made a deal with the devil…but there was no devil, just Daemon.

“Y-yes my prince-” you stuttered as you nodded your head repeatedly.

He brought his finger to your lips to hush you,“Daemon, my lady.”

 You felt your eyes widen and you nodded.

 You would not dare tell a soul, it would compromise your high standing position in the court as well as Daemon’s…and this he knew.

L

Chapter I.

Title: Adust

Series Chapter: I

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x F! Targaryen OC

Rating: M

Warning: Language, Targaryen Incest, Some depiction of Prostitution;

SUMMARY: In which, MELLARA TARGARYEN, has been cursed to live a life of loving a man like DAEMON TARGARYEN;

note: hello, this is my first time writing something here about asoiaf/got in general hehe; ive always been enamoured with daemon targaryen even just in princess and the queen and the rogue prince, so to finally see him irl on screen is a marvel. matt smith has played him well so far!!! this is a couple parter so please come and see more soon when i update hehe thank you <33

Maple Syrup | Eddie Munson x F!Reader

“I don’t have to go, you know.” 

Deep lines formed on Eddie’s forehead. His words were slurred when he said, “Yes, you do.” 

“I could go to community college for two years. Stay here with you while you figure out what you want to do.” You wouldn’t even give it a second thought. If Eddie wanted you to stay in Hawkins with him, you would. You weren’t blinded by your love for him but you also weren’t married to attending a prestigious university. However, your parents definitely wouldn’t be happy with you giving up a scholarship to UC Berkeley for a boy. 

“You absolutely will not.” Eddie rubbed the sleep out of his eye with the back of his hand. “I won’t allow it. I’ll break up with you if you do and then you’ll have to move to California and meet some hot surfer to forget all about me.” 

Or, 

You’re heading off to college soon and Eddie puts way too much syrup on his pancakes.

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Welcome to the United States of America where if you want to be safe from guns you die if you want to get a safe abortion you die if you're gay you die if you're black you die if you're a woman you die if you're disabled you die if you're a kid you die if you're a POC you die if you're trans you die and no one will do anything about it because some stupid cuntrags that are two steps away from tripping on a staircase and dying cling to some dipshit beliefs from over 6 decades ago and decide to make it everyone's problem

If This Is Our Destiny 1

Is this an official fic? A series of one shots? I don’t know yet just going on the ride.

An: Manny has the Good Girls tattoo not the weird one. Let’s imagine the sexy one 😁 If you are one of the 3-8 people who read my late night version, it has been revised with new details added today! 

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Angel Reyes was a drug. One you tried to quit too many times. Working at the Mayans clubhouse didn’t make it easier, but it was decent pay and it felt like home; you didn’t want to lose that yet, even if it meant seeing Angel. The job fit your schedule perfectly, and that was hard to find. Plus, Santo Padre wasn’t what it used to be, you didn’t really have a bunch of options at this point.

Your on again off again ride with the eldest Reyes brother started innocently enough, you were friends, good friends. In hindsight the moment sex got involved, no matter how damn good it was, that was the end. He was addictive, his kiss, his touch, the way his body and yours became one. It was some real next level shit. The kind that feels too good to be true.

Beautiful

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Mister Rich Chp 2

Author’s Note: Y/N= your name, L/N= last name

Summary: It’s the night of the party and things get interesting

Warnings: fluff, swearing, age difference, eventual smut, romance

Chapter 1<<<

You were finishing touching up your makeup when there was a knock at your door. You quickly straightened you dress as you answered the door. It was a hotel employee holding a bouquet of yellow roses.

“I’m sorry. I think you have the wrong room sir.”

“Really? Aren’t you miss Y/N L/N?”

“Yes.”

“Then this is the right room. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.”

“Thank you.” You say as you took the flowers and shut the door. As you admired the lovely set, you reached for the note.

Payment in return for the subway ticket and for the help offered - NS

Oh wow, this was a bit unexpected. But at least now you know the initials of his name. But now you wondered how did he get your name? Probably just overheard it from the front desk when you checked in. Kind of weird, but still flattering. The time to admire and truly appreciate the flowers would have to wait until after the party. You placed them carefully at the foot of your bed before going to make sure you were perfect. It was time.

You held the flowers you brought yourself downstairs to the hall and it was loaded with familar and unfamiliar faces. You made sure to wear your little ID badge and soon everyone was to stand in a row to help welcome the author. You felt excitement in your chest as you got into position holding your flowers tightly.

“Okay everyone! Allow us to introduce the star of the evening. Negan Smith.”

At the entrance of the hall a man came into full view of the lights and you realized it was NS. You bit your inner cheek to keep calm and clenched your bouquet. This cannot be seriously happening right? It didn’t matter because this was work and its important to maintain yourself. As he greeted the line of people he soon was in front of you.

“Good evening sir. I brought you these for a congratulations.”

“Why thank you ma’am.” You smiled at one another for a brief moment until he had to continue meeting everyone. In your head your brain felt scrambled as you remember the previous events today. But your panic could wait as you looked at him stand in front of the room. He was still holding your flowers and was handed a microphone.

“Good evening everyone. I must say it’s an honor to see all the hard working people that helped build my novel. I may have written it but you all have important parts to play when it comes to publishing and sales. And for that, we will all have a good time tonight. Have fun and don’t hesitate to come talk to me.”

With that speech everyone began to clap and watched him step away to a few men in suits. One of them being your supervisor. As you were walking amoungst the people you were exchanging business cards and meeting new people from your company. Many were flocking toward Negan and you figured you’ve made enough of an impression to make your exit. You small wristlet now feeling weight on it after at least getting one hundred cards from various faces but a bit exciting to see if you can make new connections. As you were waiting for the elevator you heard footsteps approaching. You weren’t quite paying attention as you the doors opened with a ding sound and entered the small. It was then you realized it was Negan.

“Some party right?”

Mister Rich

Author’s Note: I’ve been meaning to write this kind of series and have some inspo from @hswrites

Summary: You lend a helping hand to a handsome stranger but don’t realize the impression you left

Warnings: fluff, swearing, age difference, eventual smut, romance

This weekend was an important business party you had to attend for with your publishing company. The walk you made was a bit longer since you had to buy flowers for the big hot shot of the author. You have to ride the subway, thankfully no lines. You went to scan your pass but notice a man just standing at the gates. He was wearing a very nice suit and had a height to his body. He looked confused and since you had time you approached him.

“Hey, do you need help?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“You’re fine. Here let me help. Have you ever ridden the subway?”

“I actually haven’t. Usually I drive my car or a car would come pick me up.” He’s rich! You thought to yourself as his eyes stared at a map.

“Well if that’s the case then I can help you. Here, I’ll get you a ticket. Where exactly are you going?”

“The big fancy hotel downtown.”

“No way! Me too, if you’d like we could ride together.”

He agreed with you as you finished buying his ticket and led him into the station. Like always it was flooded with people. You made sure he was behind you when the doors opened and heard the announcement for your route.

“That’s us, try to hurry so we don’t miss it.” He kept quiet and took long strides to enter the opened doors of the sub train. He moved a bit fast but you made it in time before the intercom announced to clear the doors. As you go to sit on one the chairs, the man joins by taking the free space next to you. He was silent for the ride and your mind was racing about this conference tonight. There were many thought going through your head, what to say to the author, how to act around the other departments, and hoping the dress you picked arrived to the hotel on time.

“The flowers. Did your boyfriend get you those?”

“No. These are for someone else and I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Do you like flowers?”

“Doesn’t everybody? Sure these ones are beautiful, I wanted them to be special. But if I had to choose a favorite, it would be yellow roses.”

“I see.” He then looks ahead and keeps to himself for a few minutes. It gives you time to get on your phone to text your colleagues.

“If you don’t mind me asking, if you have a car. Then why are you taking the subway?”

“I get tired of doing all that. I wanted to do something independently.”

“I can understand that.”

You smile at him and he does the same. For the rest of the ride it was a comfortable silence and you looked at your peripheral to notice how handsome he was. He must’ve noticed since he wore a smirk that made deep dimples appear against his salt and pepper beard. What a beautiful man. It was then your destination was reached and made your exit with him. Upon walking upstairs to the street you notice he was still right behind. The sun shined bright along the sidewalk and you look at your map for directions.

“Here, it says we need to walk a couple blocks straight ahead.”

“Lead the way.”

You walk through the crowded sidewalk of the city as the stranger keeps beside you. It was nice to have a man next to you, mostly to avoid the really annoying catcalling you’d experience. That was definitely the most annoying part of city life. You then look to the side to see the hotel. The man wasn’t kidding about it being big and fancy. You both walk through the main entrance and you go to check in.

“Alright ma’am. We have you all set and there was a dry cleaning dropped off for you.”

“Thank you so much.” You then turn to see the stranger waiting for himself to check in and immediately get out of his way.

“Well it was certainly nice to meet you. I had fun traveling with you.”

“I’m flattered. Thank you for the help, guess I’ll be seeing you around.”

“Guess you will.” You waved as you took the dress from the employee and go to the elevator. A fun night was ahead of you and the first impression to your coworkers and the rest of the publisher’s was important. You enter your room and set everything in place.

“Time to get ready.” You say in a voice fueling confidence.