#daeron x reader

[icarusignite]

Hey,

Perhaps the second part could be about telling their parents that they want to marry each other and that the other women are told that he has chosen a Wife. Maybe Alicent and Otto has something against it. It would be cool to find out where all the letters went. Maybe Otto noticed how well his grandson and the reader understand each other and since he doesn't like Rhaenyra and her children, he ordered when the letters arrive in Oldtown to have them removed or something. Maybe the reader and Daeron could argue because she tells him that Alicent and Otto have always had something against her and her family but Daeron doesn't want to believe it because he loves his family. I just love drama. He could also says to her in anger that she and her brothers are illegitimate children, maybe he also says that in front of other people. But he wouldn't apologize at first and that makes her angry or something. But of course you can decide, it's just an idea.🫶🫶

I love your writing ❤️

Your reader ☺️

Like an old melody, my heart resumes | Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: So sorry this took a while. You asked for drama so here we are. I was listening to cinnamon girl while writing this so you can blame miss lana for the angst lol. Hope you enjoy <3

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Daeron x Fem! Reader | (angst, hurt/no-comfort)

When you and Daeron entered the main hall again, your fingers were entwined, and everyone could see the shift in your attitudes toward each other. It was evident by the smiles you kept sneaking each other.

"Are we going to tell them right now?" you mumbled nervously.

"Well, we have to so that these lovely ladies who have been gathered here don't hold out too much hope. After all, I am now a man spoken for," Daeron squeezed your hand, shooting you a wink.

"Yeah...but what if...,"

Daeron clicked his tongue, "No more what-ifs, my love. You're mine now, and I'm never letting you go."

A laugh burst out of you.

Approaching the grand table, Daeron's gaze sought out his father, King Viserys, who met his son's eyes with a curious smile.

"Father," Daeron inclined his head to show reverence.

"So my son, have any of the young ladies tonight captured your eye," King Viserys eyed your hand clasped in his son's.

Daeron took a deep breath, his voice filled with unwavering resolve, "My King, Lady Mother, I have chosen my bride, the one who has captured my heart."

Then he spoke your name, the syllables dancing upon his tongue, heavy with familiarity and tenderness. Your name was at home on his lips, in his heart.

The king's eyes twinkled with a mix of pride and affection as he sat up straighter, "Is that so?"

"Yes, sire."

King Viserys turned to you then, "And you, my dear, do you willingly accept this union?"

You turned slightly red, a fact that Daeron found adorable as he snuck a glance at you.

"Yes, Grandsire, I accept."

Queen Alicent, seated beside him, raised her eyebrows in surprise at the admission, but she smiled nonetheless, sharing a fond look with Rhaenyra at the thought of their children betrothed. However, Otto Hightowe'rs face immediately darkened at the news.

King Viserys, aware of the tension in the room, rose from his seat, his eyes fixed on the crowd.

"Lords and ladies, esteemed guests, I have joyous news to share! My son, Prince Daeron Targaryen, has chosen his bride, and I am delighted to announce their betrothal."

A collective murmur rippled through the crowd, curiosity and excitement filling the place. Then the hall erupted in a chorus of applause and congratulatory cheers, the sound echoing off the grand walls. Daeron exchanged a giddy smile with you, his eyes gleaming with happiness and relief, hand squeezing yours impossibly tighter. There was a bit of disappointed muttering from the various noble ladies who had hoped to ally themselves with the young Targaryen prince, but that didn't stop you from feeling safe within his hold.

King Viserys addressed the crowd once again, his voice carrying the weight of authority and affection, "Let it be known that Daeron Targaryen shall be united in marriage with my beloved granddaughter. May their union bring prosperity and happiness to our noble house."

Alicent, a radiant smile adorning her face, stood beside the king, nodding in approval. Rhaenyra, overcome with joy, moved to hug you tightly, her eyes glistening with tears of happiness. Then she turned her attention to your betrothed whom she embraced just as affectionately. Your father on the other hand surveyed everyone's expressions and when he saw Otto's menacing glare aimed toward you, his jaw tightened, his grip on his goblet growing tighter as his eyes followed your movements protectively.

The rest of the evening wore on uneventfully. Although disappointed at their failure at securing a betrothal for themselves, the nobles were still eager to offer up their congratulations and remain on the king's good side. Eventually, as the hour grew late and the revelry began to subside as everyone retired to their respective chambers. You bid Daeron a tender farewell, still reminiscing about the dance you had shared only a short while ago, your first as his betrothed.

When you finally made your way to your chambers, tucked beneath the covers of your bed, you traced your fingers along your lips, still tingling from the kiss you had shared with your beloved earlier. Thoughts of Daeron filled your mind, and you couldn't help but smile in the darkness, feeling a little giddy.

You woke up the next morning, heart fluttering with excitement, eager to see Daeron once more. Your steps were light as you made your way through the corridors of the Red Keep, mind filled with plans of walking to breakfast with your beloved, relishing every moment spent in his company.

As you neared the entrance to the corridor leading to Daeron's chambers, a hushed commotion caught your attention. Curiosity tugged, and you couldn't resist the temptation to investigate. You tiptoed closer, careful not to draw attention to yourself, and discovered a partially open door through which voices drifted.

Peering through the crack, your eyes widened as you saw Otto Hightower, his normally composed demeanour shattered, engaged in a heated argument with his nephew, Lord Ormund Hightower. Their voices clashed in a crescendo of anger and frustration.

"Did you not do as you were told!" he bellowed.

"I did exactly as you said, Uncle. You told me to ensure that Daeron never got a single letter from Rhaenyra's bastard and I did. Do not blame me for your failed plans," Ormund returned just as heatedly.

"I did what I thought was best for the family. Daeron was supposed to focus on his duties, not be distracted by the words of that whore's daughter, and now all my efforts have gone to waste."

"The fault is yours. You could not keep an eye on him when he was right in front of you. For all the years he resided with me, he believed she had forgotten him, abandoned him in his absence."

"By the gods, how did this happen? How are they betrothed if you did as I commanded? Everything is ruined now."

You flinched at his words, eyes welling with tears. You quietly retreated from the door, footsteps echoing through the corridor as you grappled with your conflicting emotions. The letters you had poured your heart and soul into had been intentionally intercepted and it broke your heart to think of how hurt Daeron must have been in thinking that you had abandoned him. You made your way to breakfast alone, forgoing your initial plans.

As the breakfast hall buzzed with the clatter of utensils and the hum of conversations, your normally vibrant presence seemed muted. Even Daeron couldn't help but notice the change in your demeanour. Your eyes, which sparkled with joy the night before, now seemed dull.

Concern etched his features as he took a seat beside you near the end when the room had mostly cleared. Leaning closer, he whispered softly, "Is everything alright? You seem distant, not at all like yourself this morning."

You forced a smile, gaze momentarily flickering to meet his concerned eyes, "It is nothing. Just a restless night, I suppose. My mind has been preoccupied."

"You know you can tell me what's bothering you right."

"Yes. I know."

"Then what's wrong?"

You swallowed nervously, "Perhaps we might go somewhere else to speak of this. Away from prying eyes?"

"Of course. Anything."

As you both made your way to a more secluded corner of the space, your mind raced to figure out how you would tell him what you had found out earlier that morning. You wondered if you should even tell him but it was important that he knew the truth. That he knew that you would never have abandoned him willingly.

"So," Daeron raised an expectant eyebrow at you, his smile encouraging. "What's on your mind love?"

You took a deep breath, avoiding eye contact, and he stepped closer, finger brushing against your chin to tilt it up, meeting your gaze with unwavering intensity.

"I-uhm-there's something I need to tell you, about-uhm..."

"Go on."

"Right, yeah. So remember those letters I sent you, all those years you were in Oldtown?"

Daeron's expression shifted from concern to confusion, "Is this about the letters again? I am sorry for not responding to them, but I swear I never received them."

"Yeah, I know. I know you didn't receive them. That's what this is...I need to tell you something about your family?"

"My family? What about them?"

"The King's Hand, and Lord Ormund too."

"What do they have to do with the letters?"

"Lord Ormund intentionally kept them from you. He made sure that word from me never reached you. And it was under the orders of your grandfather."

Daeron's brows furrowed in disbelief, "You can't be serious. They would never conspire against us like that, against me. They love me. Lord Ormund is like a father to me."

Tears welled up in your eyes, frustration mingling with your determination to speak the truth now that it was out.

"I know it's hard to believe, but I swear I overheard them arguing this morning. They admitted to intercepting my letters to you, leaving you to believe I had forgotten about you."

"That's not possible. They wouldn't do that to me."

"But-but...I heard them with my own ears."

Daeron pulled away from you, his warmth leaving your side as he paced the room, running his hands through his hair in aggravation, "Well, you must be mistaken then."

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"I-no...I don't know. All I know is that you must be mistaken. You have to be."

"Daeron, I'm not lying! I heard it with my own ears," the words stuck in your throat as you struggled to choke them out.

"Enough!" he thundered, his voice echoing. "I will not stand for any more slander against my family."

You flinched at the harshness of his tone and your lower lip trembled with the effort to keep the tears at bay, "I thought you trusted me."

"Not when you make up such preposterous lies and insult my family's honour!"

"There is no honour in keeping things from those you love. And I am not lying!"

"I will not listen to these baseless accusations, not from the likes of you!"

"And what's that supposed to mean? The likes of me?"

Daeron's expression hardened, his face reddening and his voice laced with frustration, "A bastard like you! What would you know about honour? What would anybody in your family know about honour, whores and bastards the lot of you!"

His words hung heavy in the air, silence enveloping the both of you as you simply stared at each other. The space the two of you occupied was not as concealed as you had first believed and several servants who were milling about stopped short at his declaration. The tears would not stay back, and now they ran freely down your face. Daeron winced at the sight of them, instinctively stepping forward as if wanting to comfort you. He raised his hands and then clenched them into fists before forcing them back to his side. You wrapped your arms around yourself as if to hold yourself together, to stop your heart from falling to pieces inside your chest.

"How could you...?"

"Listen-I..."

"No. No, I have heard enough," you gave him a tight smile. "I am glad you were honest enough to tell me what you really thought of me and my family. I appreciate it."

"That's not what I-"

"I am not finished...If that is how you really feel, perhaps I am not the person you should be marrying."

"What are you saying?" Daeron's voice was barely above a whisper.

"I am saying that you would not want me to taint your noble, honourable family's bloodline with my bastard-whore blood, now would you?" you let out a breathy chuckle. "Surely some of the ladies from last night's feast are still here, perhaps you might go visit your father and tell him that you would like to be betrothed to one of them instead."

You scrubbed your own tears off your face aggressively, taking in a deep breath. Daeron stepped toward you once more and this time you let him.

"Why would you say that?"

"And why would you say what you just did? Perhaps we both decided to let the truth of how we feel out this morning," you shrugged.

"That's not-" he sighed exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You are the one who started it. You are the one who came in here with your stupid petty arguments and accusations. I get it, you're upset that I didn't reply to your letters but blaming Lord Ormund for intercepting them is low, even for you."

"That's what you think this is about? That I'm upset with you for not responding so I'm making up lies to hurt you. Daeron, the last thing in the world I wanted to do was hurt you, especially when I knew that you never could have gotten my letters. I just wanted to tell you so you didn't think I had abandoned you!" your voice came out broken and jagged. 

"It still doesn't excuse the fact that you're blaming my family for something they didn't do!"

"I just-"

"Gods, I wish that you hadn't written to me. Maybe it would've been better if you really had abandoned all thoughts of me. I would have been better off without you and your lies!"

Daeron watched in horror as the words tumbled from his mouth. It was like watching himself in the third person. The person who was saying all these hurtful things to you, the one who was responsible for the startled hurt in your eyes, was a foreigner to him. His mind screamed at him to shut up, to stop speaking the awful things that kept falling from his lips as your expression grew more fragile. You had just told him that perhaps he should marry someone else and he was still insulting you instead of trying to make it better. 

Why would I wish to be married to someone else? I am already betrothed to you. I don't want anyone else. I am sorry. Gods, I am so sorry. It just slipped out, and I-that is no excuse. I know it is no excuse but I am truly so sorry. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it.

Those were the words that rattled through his brain, the words he really wanted to say but the demon of cruelty had fully possessed him now and it was too late to halt its rampage or salvage the wreckage it had caused. To your credit, you let him finish his spiel and then watched him for a few more moments as he stood silently, waiting for your response, chest heaving with emotion.

"Say something already," he snapped.

Or maybe to you, it felt like a snap, because in his mind, he was still pleading with you. 

You slapped him. His hand flew up to cradle his injured cheek, looking at you with tears in his eyes. There was something satisfying about that. About the way his cheek reddened and you swore you could see his heart breaking in the forlorn way he looked at you. Yes, it was satisfying indeed, after he had fully trodden on your heart moments ago with his heel.

"You called my mother a whore. You. Called. Me. A. Bastard. You called my siblings bastards," you punctuated each word with a stab to his chest with your finger and he flinched every time. "Maybe I should never have written to you after all."

"What?"

"You heard me. Perhaps you truly are better off without me and I without you. Perhaps we are not meant for a life together."

Daeron's lips turned downward and he nodded stiffly, "If that is how you really feel."

"It is clearly how you feel."

Something in his eyes screamed out an apology, something that you recognized because your next words addressed his unspoken apology and felt like they would crack his heart open and carve the marrow from his bones. 

"I won't forgive you," you stated resolutely. "I will never forgive you. I fucking hate you and I never want to see you again."

Filled with equal parts fury and grief, you turned away, tears silently tracing a path down your cheeks. Several nobles gawked at you as you sped past them, blinking away your anguish. You knew the two of you had certainly made a scene and news travelled fast in the Red Keep. It would not be long before everyone will have heard of this spectacle and your broken betrothal would be the most talked of scandal for a long time to come. 

You heard Daeron call out your name after you once more as your steps increased their pace, and with an aching heart you realized, your name no longer had a home on his lips. 

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[omgkatherine01]

Moments to Memories - Masterlist

Summary: You're the oldest child of Rhaenyra and Laenor, however your true father was Daemon Targaryen. You are their and your grandparents' beloved child, and you had a very close bond with your youngest uncle, Daeron.

But it all changed when your uncle Aemond claimed a dragon.

Pairing: Daeron Targaryen x Fem! Targaryen reader

Warning: Childhood best friends to enemies to lovers, Incest (uncle/niece), smut, blood, death, Otto Hightower, Criston Cole, and Larys Strong.

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Note: This is a requested story. Here

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 coming soon

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[aemonds-sapphire]

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[faces-ofvenus]

Daeron x wild genius girl HCs? Like he seems calm and levelheaded so it’d be funny to imagine him trying to keep up with a rambunctious person.

Yes it was just supposed to be something pro Daeron, but I don't know I was seduced by the Targaryen, currently I'm annoyed because the Tumblr gave error and the blog didn't come as I wanted :). I hope you at least like the Daeron part, honestly I wrote more stuff but Tumblr deleted it.

Your relationship with Aegon would be like you are the brake of this man, he is like a cannon ball that is just waiting for some gunpowder, and you are so serious and tough that honestly it is so strange, Aegon wants to test all your limits, he is a person without limits if we can say so, and it's up to you to set them, secretly he loves, he loves your rules, he loves how you are a highly pacifist, who hates confrontation and your diplomacy, it's something that is not only sexual, but he doesn't know it, he feels that you are so powerful and sincerely being next to you makes him feel strange.

You are not as gifted in showing affection, not like him, Aegon feels that with you he could take you in any corner, and be seen by anyone, and you sincerely would like to keep your dignity, but it's funny, because he takes away your more rebellious side this side that you never allowed yourself to release, mainly with the fears of the labels you know you will receive, but who dares to label the queen/princess, don't worry love, your head will be on a platter just for you, but you don't allow yourself to think about it much, not when he convinced you to use a secret passage and climb on the council table or on the iron throne itself, in the kitchen, just what this man is making you, you don't know but you love, you love to walk with him on Sunfyre's back, how liberating the wind in your hair and caressing your face.

Aegon loves to drink and guess what, you loathe him in every way, it's not because of labels, or anything like that, you just hate how people get when drunk, they change so much and mask their character through drinks that only take away your judgment each time, so no you don't abhor booze you abhor the rampant way Aegon ends up drowning in it, how it just doesn't allow him to grow up to be the man you know he can become, Aegon doesn't see the appeal, he's perfectly fine drunk, wrong he sees a time, after almost having sex with a whore he thought was you, in his distorted vision it seemed, he only recognized that there wasn't the same sweet smell you grew from lilies, or when he almost said so many horrible things at a dinner party that not only embarrassed you but everyone around you, he was already used to the look of disappointment from his relatives, but he couldn't stand yours, you made him promise to really try, and he wouldn't even take it seriously, if he didn't see the look you gave him, and he saw how serious you were, and he tried, with slips here and maybe there, but always making sure it was enough to get you back into bed at night.

You might be a little too naive, maybe just a little, unlike Aegon, he is so malicious, his looks his sighs his smile everything about him says how depraved he can be, and you are not ignorant no you see that, but at the same time you can't help your naivety and innocence to some of his attitudes, maybe that's why you are still with him everybody thinks, but as much as Aegon always tries to get the worst out of you, You're not stupid of course, you're not blind, and that doesn't mean that your innocence should be confused by one of those adjectives, it's just a way for both Aegon and you to bring out sides that neither of you before you met allowed yourself to know with each other.

Being the total opposite of Aemond is so funny I can say, you are just a sweetheart of a person all over the face of the earth, from the heavens where only the wings of the greatest dragon can reach to the bottom of the sea where there are no more lives, it's just weird really that you and Aemond are in a relationship, like!? Like this.

Not exactly it has to make sense, you and Aemond don't give a damn about people who say you shouldn't be with him or visse versa, just because of your personality, as I mentioned in Aegon's, plus your genetics unlike Aemond's inherent cruelty, you are highly innocent and just sweet with everyone, so it would be no different with Aemond, sweetness is garlic which frankly he strongly abhors, being kind friendly and nice, is a sign of weakness and he feels everyone will take advantage and swallow you for it, but he loves how he loves, the sweet way not how you treat others, it just gives him a feeling of envy and jealousy, but how you treat him, how you gently run your hands over his face, how you kiss his scar, how in your eyes there is never pity when you see his eye or his scars, you just love him, and he thanks you so infinitely, he allows himself to be kind only to you, he will be hostile to everyone, which you disapprove of with a passion, it makes him in front of you not kind, only less aggressive, sarcastic and mean in every way.

So yes dear servant be glad you won't lose your job or a body part, because you were there, and you soothed Aemond by the woman spilling wine on his expensive dress with the Hightower colors, he even forgot, for a while his dress stained, it was hard to remember the servant's face when she ran out into the halls, and his eyes and bodies were fixed on your body, on your lips, and how they looked so perfect together from yours, so be thankful.

Aemond will swallow up anyone who takes advantage of your naivety, you're like an innocent sheep that everyone thinks, ah it's easy to kill you, but behind you is not so hidden mind a giant fucking dragon with eyes so dark and cruel that he will burn anyone who tries to lay a finger on your soft strands of hair, he protects you from everything and everyone, you are not weak, but the fact that you always really avoid confrontations to the point of getting hurt or being hurt, that will not happen anymore, not while you have a beautiful Targaryen prince as your love, and that will be forever.

Your dynamic in my mind is something like INTJ and ENFP, like two opposite currencies that complete each other in unimaginable ways, those who see it at first glance simply think it's impossible and even crazy for Daeron to support you, or to support your outgoing and hyperactive personality, well, sometimes they are right, the platinum prince is not as sociable as you, even though he is someone who is quite diplomatic, so sometimes your social battery runs out easily, which was something you quickly learned.

It was always difficult because you were like a bottomless pit, you just couldn't get any more, you just overflowed, you could never keep still or stand still for long, and you felt quite insecure because Daeron is quite closed off especially when it comes to feelings or his past, which is unlike you who once told your life story to a stranger on the street that you had helped, but this is not all bad, with you Daeron learned to really talk, without being for political agreements, you are usually the one who brings up some random subject, what he finds totally funny and what makes him feel comfortable in your presence, he doesn't feel obligated you are like a free spirit, that moves like the wind, and he allows himself sometimes to try to be more with you.

He keeps you calm most of the time when you are standing still, usually because you really end up bumping into various things, or just talking on and on, he doesn't mind talking he just doesn't want you to get hurt, so sometimes privately you are almost always sitting on him or in his lap, and his arms around you, while you are chattering about something, or lying in a meadow where your head is on his chest and you are in a comfortable embrace, him enjoying the beautiful moments, while listening to you talking about trees, squirrels, and just watching the sky, is something that warms his heart, or when you are in public he doesn't show direct affection, but still he insists on letting his arm tied around yours if possible, or being up close watching you, usually with a smile on his face while watching you talking to some lady, who for sure can't keep up with your broken humor, and nonsense jokes that nobody finds funny, well just you and him.

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[diana-rose-25]

Yo, does anyone read House of the Dragon Fanfics? If so, do you know the authors @ of Daeron x Stark! Reader?

Where the reader was married, or at least betrothed to Aemond but he treats her like shit and then she falls in love with Daeron. And then they fall in love and yada yada happy ever after.

I’m going crazy finding that story 😭😭😭

#daeron x reader #house of the dragon #daeron x stark! reader #diana asks #PLEASE I JUST WANT TO READ IT AGAIN 😭😭

[animatorweirdo]

What If Daeron fell for Beren’s sibling?

(I decided to try something new and this came to mind. I tried to make it gender neutral as possible and I’m going with overbearing brother Daeron as you can see. Hope you enjoy, this almost goes the whole silmarillion quest, so it might be a bit long) 

Warnings; Comedy, getting hurt and stuff.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------

How it all began 

Daeron, spying on Luthien and Beren behind a tree: What’s this? My sweet little sister in the arms of a mortal man? Unacceptable! I need to tell my father immediately! 

You, standing behind him as he turned around, then screamed out of fright. 

You slapped his mouth shut with your hand, muffling his screams. 

Daeron: MmGhMsgMmegakk kajagAh!

You; …

Daeron: MagdmAhdmmJAZnds…!

You; …

Daeron stopped, staring at you as you stared back. 

Daeron, slapping your hand away: Unhand me, you filthy human! Do you have any idea who I am?!

You; …

Daeron: Hello!

You; …

Daeron; Are you deaf or plain stupid?

You pointed at your neck and shook your head. 

Daeron, frowning: Is there something wrong with your throat? Can’t you speak?

You shook your head. 

Daeron: Oh, I guess it will be easier when you can’t call out for help. You’re coming with me!

He grabs you, trying to pull you along, but you stand firmly in your place, making him struggle to move you. 

Daeron, struggling hard: Come on! 

You did not move an inch as he lost his grip and fell onto the ground. 

Daeron, falling face first; Gah! 

You, staring at him: …

Daeron, standing up and grabbing you by the collar of your cloak: Listen here! I will not allow you and your filthy friends to hide here any longer! You will either come willingly or I -

He peeks down into your collar and realizes you were only wearing a cloak to cover your bare torso, nothing else. 

Daeron, shrieking and releasing your cloak from his grip: Why are you half-naked? Don’t you have any decency or shirts to wear, you wildling?!

You, fixing your cloak with an unimpressed face: …

Daeron, flustered and angry: Whatever, I’m just going to leave and tell my father about you and your friend, outsider! 

You grab him and shake your head. 

Daeron: Oh, you don’t want me to do it? Watch me!

He shakes you off and walks away. 

Daeron, walking through the forest: Pathetic mortal. No one tells me what I can and can not do. Those humans will pay dearly forever crossing me.

You appear right in front of him. 

Daeron: Gah! Where did you come from?!

You: …

Daeron: If you’re trying to stop me, you should know this forest is my home. My parents and people will come for me, so think twice before lying your fingers on me. 

You: …

Daeron; So you better move. 

You: …

You two stared at each other for a moment till Daeron growled and tried to move around you. You step in front of him, preventing him from going any further. He tried again, but you blocked his path once again. 

Daeron, ready to hit: Do I have to force you out of my way? I am not afraid to use force, so step aside! 

You block his hit and then pull him into a body lock, preventing him from moving or harming you. 

Daeron, struggling to get free; How are you this strong?! I am from a maiar heritage! 

You: …

Daeron, struggling and groaning; MgmshMshMhs mmmm! 

You: …

Daeron, falling limb in your arms; …

You two just laid there for a moment.

Daeron: Fine! I won’t tell! 

You gently release him from your trap.

Daeron, stand up and points at you with a finger: This will not be over. Mark my word. I am still a prince, and I can make your life hard. 

You stand up and bow to him in gratitude. 

Daeron, taken back: Well, I guess I can take that as a thank you. Good to know you have some manners when standing before royalty. But this won’t be over! 

He departs into the forest while you stare at him with a smile. 

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Music

Daeron, trying to spy on Luthien and Beren: Now, where did those two run off this time? 

You, appearing beside him. 

Daeron: Gah! Do you do anything but sneak up on me?! 

You:... 

Daeron: Right! You can't speak! How could I forget?! 

You stared at the harp. 

Daeron: What are you looking at? 

You point at the harp. 

Daeron, picking it up: Oh, this. You know what this is, right? It’s a harp, a delicate instrument, which can create beautiful sounds in the right hands. Many few can actually play them. 

You move your hands around, pretending to play an instrument before pointing at him. 

Daeron, taking a seat upon the tree root: You want me to play it? I guess I can do that. I might as well teach you some musical culture of the sindar elves. 

You lay down and look at him with a smile. 

Daeron, silently thinking as he began to play his harp: The human looks quite content. Well, I am the best minstrel of middle earth, so of course, they will be content with my music. 

He softly plays a melody. 

You smile, and your eyes start drooping a little after some time. 

Daeron, finishing with the song: Are you happy? 

He gets quiet when he sees your sleepy expression. 

Daeron: How rude of you to fall asleep. But if you're tired, go for it. You look like you need it. 

You smile at him before closing your eyes and resting against the tree. 

Daeron, looking at you: Hmm, you look so peaceful. Maybe you were that tired. 

He stares at your smile. 

Daeron, thinking: I have received many smiles in my years, but yet. Why does that smile seem so genuine? 

He realizes he has been staring at you while sleeping. 

Daeron, standing up: What am I doing?! I’m supposed to watch over my sister, but here I am watching a human sleeping! 

He gently moves away so that he doesn’t wake you, then stomps off. 

Daeron, silently thinking about your smile. Although, that smile was kinda adorable in some way. 

Daeron, shaking his head: What am I thinking?! I need to go now and possibly get some help! 

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Trust

You vibing with the animals and butterflies in the meadow with a happy smile. 

Daeron, appearing with towels and a bucket of water: Alright. I have allowed you and your dirty friend to stay here for weeks, but I can’t stand the sight of your filthy appearance.

Daeron, pointing at the buckets and towels: So, if you don’t mind. We’re washing your hair now. 

You shrugged your shoulders with a smile and allowed him to sit behind you as he began to wash your hair. 

Daeron: This is unbelievably filthy! When was the last time you had a bath?

You think about it and start counting your fingers, showing him the amount. 

Daeron, watching your fingers: 6… 8… 68? 

You nodded. 

Daeron: 68… days?

You nodded once again. 

Daeron, thinking for a moment: 68 days ago… that’s…

Daeron, looking at you appalled: Two months ago?! You haven’t had a bath in two months?! 

You sadly nodded. 

Daeron: Under what reason you couldn't have a bath in two months? 

You start using rocks, flowers, and sticks to tell a story. 

Daeron, carefully watching: You and your brother were part of your father’s band of humans until your father got killed in an orc ambush. Left with nothing but your father’s ring, you went on a run from orcs and creatures of darkness sent out to kill you. You and your brother eventually found your way into Doriath, where your brother and Luthien fell in love, and now you were here. 

You look at him after ending the story. 

Daeron: Well, I guess you barely have any time for a bath when you’re on the run from creatures who want to kill you. 

Daeron: And you lost your father as well. 

You sadly nod. 

Daeron, looking at your saddened expression: Well, if it makes you feel any better. At least your father passed away in a battle. I heard worse things happened to those who end up as thralls of the dark lord. 

Daeron: Now come here for a moment. 

He starts cleaning your face with a towel. 

Daeron: I can’t relate to the pain you’re feeling, but at least you and your brother survived. I think your father feels more at ease now that you and your brother are safe and out of danger. 

He stops cleaning your face. 

Daeron: Now, doesn’t that feel much better? All clean and fresh from all that dirt. 

You smile at him, clean from all the dirt, and your hair in a much better state. 

Daeron: By the way, what's your name? I noticed we had gone around without even introductions. I am Daeron, the son of Thingol and the prince of Doriath. 

You smile and write down your name with a stick. 

Daeron: (Name), the child of Barahir. Well, good to know your parents decided to give you a decent name. It has a nice ring to it. 

Your stomach suddenly rumbles, making you look awkward. 

Daeron: Good grief, now you decide to be hungry. Stay here. I will go retrieve some food for your greedy stomach. 

You almost jump with happiness. You sat down and began to wait with a smile. 

Daeron, walking away: (Name), that's such a un elvish name. It’s nice thought. However, why do they behave like a puppy? It’s so out of human nature. 

Daeron, blushing as he thinks about you: Why is that human so darn cute?!

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Feelings

You were laying your head on Daeron’s tights with a smile as he played with his harp and rambled about people and life. 

Daeron: And that’s why I believe my music skills are far superior to that Noldorian kin slayer who people dare to call the greatest minstrel. Don’t you agree? 

You casually nod. Even though: you have been half asleep the most conversation. 

Daeron, looking down on you: I’m happy to talk with you. You listen to me more than most. Even though; you have never spoken to me with a voice. I don’t mean disrespect since you can’t talk, but you know, you don’t judge me like many others, and I guess I kinda like that. 

You smile at him. 

Daeron: You know? Even though: You have gone through a lot of stuff in the outside world. You love to smile a lot. If you keep that up, people might end up thinking you are a puppy in a human form. 

You just smile more at him. 

Daeron, remaining silent for a moment as he stared at you: …

Daeron: I need to ask something.

You look at him with curiosity. 

Daeron: We have known each other for quite a while now, and I have come across something that causes me strange… feelings. 

Daeron: Like… why do I feel happy when I see you happy, and why do I feel like there is a swarm of butterflies inside my stomach when I think about you? Sorry if I’m being bold, but why? Why are you causing me these feelings? 

You blinked at him for a moment, then used your two fingers to draw a heart shape in the air. 

Daeron: A heart? What are you implying? 

You point at him, then at yourself before drawing a heart again. 

Daeron: Wait. Are you implying I might be in love… with you?! 

Daeron: No! That can’t be! I can’t be in love with a human, but… how do I know I am in love with you?

You stand up and look at him in the eyes. You pointed at yourself for a moment, and Daeron stared at you, trying to guess what you were trying to say. 

Daeron: Wait! Are you asking for permission of some sort? 

You nodded. 

Daeron: Well, I guess I can grant you that. Do whatever you want to do. 

You came close to him, making him feel nervous. Your noses almost touched then you quickly kissed his lips, making him almost shriek. 

Daeron, blushing hard: That was uncalled for! Have you no respect?! 

You stare at him, tilting your head in curiosity. 

Daeron, looking away with a blush after realizing what the kiss was for: Mmmmm…

You: …

Daeron, blushing: …Do it again. 

You smile.

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When you got caught in the act

Luthien and Beren, strolling through the forest. 

Luthien, looking at Beren with love: I love spending time with you. 

Beren, looking back with love-struck eyes; Me too, my love. 

Luthien: I can’t but wonder. Your brother/sister has been quite absent lately. What do you think they have been doing? 

Beren: Now that you mention it. I don’t know. They always leave before I wake up in the morning. I hope they haven’t got into trouble of some sort. 

Luthien: I’m sure your brother/sister will be fine. They’re - Oh My! 

The two watch with widened eyes as they look at you made out with Daeron, who was against the tree. 

Daeron, after catching them staring: Luthien!

He pushed you away so that you rolled back over the roots. You fell on your back with your feet up in the air. 

Beren, whispering to Luthien: Oh, well, now, we know what has kept my dear brother/sister busy. 

Daeron, trying to fix his messed-up appearance: This is not what it looks like! 

Luthien, smirking: Oh, really, what did it look like?

Daeron: Nothing!... I… I was just coming to watch that filthy man wasn’t gonna do something bad to you. Unhand yourself from my sister! 

Beren: Bold words from someone who had their hands around my brother/sister. 

You get up with a smile. Your hair was a mess since Daeron was grabbing on it during your heated session. 

Luthien, having her arms crossed: So what’s the deal? You do know that I can use this to my advantage if you report me and Beren to our father. 

Beren: How long has this been going on? 

Daeron: Not too long

You use hand signs with a smile. 

Beren, surprised: Weeks?! 

Daeron, elbowing you: Hush! 

You, smiling: …

Luthien: I won’t tell father if you won’t. 

Daeron: Fine! 

Something snaps in the air, and all of you see a scout who runs away, causing the two to panic. 

Luthien and Daeron: Shit! 

You and Beren, looking at each other. 

Beren: So we both hassling with the royal elves now? 

You nod. 

Beren nods with a sad smile: We both are gonna die. 

You smile sadly too. 

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Goodbyes 

Daeron watched as you stood with Beren and prepared for the suicidal journey after the court incident. 

Daeron, approaching: (Name) 

You, turning around with a smile: …

Daeron: I’m sorry it ended like this and that I can’t help you, but I thought I give you this silver leaf. 

Daeron clips a silver-colored metal leaf into your cloak. 

Daeron: We kinda give these away to bless the travels with good luck, so I hope it will be merciful and bless your impossible journey with some good fortune. Even though; I doubt it. 

You smile and bring him into a hug. 

Daeron, face flushing, stays in the hug for a moment before pushing you away: Alright, that’s enough. Don’t get all cuddly with me. I have a reputation, remember?

You, nodding with a smile: …

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before joining Beren and leaving for the journey,

Daeron, blushing hard while holding his kissed cheek: … that cheeky little -

He sighed, looking toward your way. 

Daeron: … Be safe. 

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When he misses his human

Daeron, trying to compose something in the meadow: Why can’t I focus? 

Daeron, screaming: (Name)! Come over here! I need some assistance! 

He freezes in realization. 

Daeron; Oh, yeah, you’re not here anymore. 

He thinks about the days and weeks spent with you. 

Your smile filled his mind. 

Daeron, snapping out: Stop thinking. It was just temporary. You will eventually forget about them. Maybe next month or something.

He tried to compose, but his eyes filled with tears. 

Daeron, throwing away his instrument and bailing his eyes out: Why do I miss them so much?! 

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When you miss your elf 

You sit on a rock, moving front and back as you touched the silver leaf with sadness. 

Finrod: Beren, your brother/sister, seems to be in a sad mood today. 

Beren; No, they just miss Daeron. 

Finrod: Daeron, as in the son of Thingol? 

Beren: Yep, the one my dear family member has gained feelings for, and surprisingly the feeling is mutual from the other side. 

Finrod: If I remember correctly, Daeron is a proud minstrel and hard to approach sometimes. How did your sibling manage to gain love from someone like him? 

Beren: I’m afraid I can’t answer that, my friend. I am just as confused. 

You sadly smile as you miss the warmth of Daeron’s thighs.

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Escape 

Luthien, trying to sneak away from Doriath in her newly made cloak: Finally, I would have gone insane if I stayed in that tree house any longer. 

Daeron, appearing right behind her: Luthien. 

Luthien: Gah! Daeron! 

Luthien, turning angry: I am not coming back! I am gonna go save Beren. He and his brother/sister are in trouble!

Daeron: I know I’m coming with you. 

Luthien: Huh? 

Daeron: Okay, I admit I might have grown to like (Name), and I rather see them come back alive than dead. 

Luthien: What? Oh? 

Luthien, smirking: Are you certain it's not that you’re terribly in love with (Name)?

Daeron: Me? In love with a human? Never! 

Luthien: Oh really? Two months ago, you begged to differ when your lips were all over them. 

Daeron, blushing hard: Are we gonna bicker or go? They might be dead in the next month?! 

Luthien, smirking and proud of herself: Yeah, yeah. Let’s go. 

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Ten minutes after escaping

Daeron and Luthien, after literally being kidnapped by the feanorians

Daeron: …

Luthien: …

Daeron: You really did it this time? 

Luthien: Excuse me? 

Daeron, imitating: Let’s trust the FEanorians WhaT CoUld Go WrongS?! ThEy Wil DefInetlY Not imPrisoNs Us In A ToWer! 

Daeron: This is your fault! 

Daeron: We should never be here! 

Luthien: Well, excuse Me! Did I ask you to come along?!

Daeron: Well, if those two humans never came to Doriath! I would have never come here in the first place! 

Luthien: Oh, shut up! You still chose to come along because you’re crazy in love with (Name)! Just admit it! 

Daeron, standing up: Never! And since I see no option of escaping. I’m gonna do this which will definitely get us out of here! 

Luthien: Which is? 

Daeron, bringing out his harp: Make our presence known and hate us!!!

Daeron, playing his harp very loudly and screaming like a goose in a heavy metal costume: BHAAAAAAAAAAAA! 

The whole kingdom of Nargopthrond shakes, and everyone shuts their ears.

Orodreth, crying while holding his ears: What Is That Terrible Sound?! 

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 After Getting found and kicked out since Daeron refused to be quiet

The people of Nargothrond kicked the two out through the front door; And Stay out!

Luthien and Daeron, sitting on the ground: …

Luthien: Damn, bitch. You really went screaming this time. 

Daeron, crossing his arms: Well, it worked, didn’t it? 

Daeron, standing up: Now, let’s go, get our stupid humans. 

Luthien, raising an eyebrow: Our Humans? 

Daeron, having a poker face: Shut up. 

Huan appears out of nowhere and whines. 

Daeron, crossing his arms: What do you want, Mutt? Your master imprisoned us, so don’t come whining to us. 

Huan whines and bows 

Luthien: I think he wants to come along. 

Daeron, scoffing: Why, to spy on us?! 

Huan whined and shook his head. 

Luthien: Hey, listen with your mind. 

Daeron: Huh? 

The two stay quiet and listen with the powers of their mind. 

Huan, telepathically: Please take me with you! My master and his family have gone off from the right path, and I can’t stand his whining and lack of intelligence. I love him, but I’m in desperate need of a vacation! 

Huan: I can take you to (Name) and Beren. I am familiar with their scent, especially with (Name). We got familiar with each other when they visited Nargothrond to get the aid of king Finrod. 

Daeron: How familiar? You didn’t sniff each other’s arses, didn’t you? 

Luthien: What? 

Daeron: What? 

Huan: What? Oh! Of course not. 

Daeron: Good because they’re mine. 

Luthien: What? 

Daeron: What? 

Huan: What? 

Luthien: Never mind, let us just go. We got no time to lose! 

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When you turn angry 

You, Beren, and Finrod surrounded by the pack of wolves

Beren: what now? 

You try to hold onto your cloak, but then a wolf snatches it away, leaving you bare and taking the silver leaf with it. 

You began growling intensely.

Finrod, looking at you confused: Wot? 

Beren, grabbing you: (Name), remain calm, don’t do anything rash! 

You brushed him off and chased after the wolf. 

Beren: (Name)! 

Finrod, looking after you: Why did they sound like that? 

The wolves roared at the two. 

Tearing down Sauron’s fortress

Luthien and Daeron stand before the fortress as Huan deals with the werewolves. 

Luthien: How do we get in there? 

Daeron noticed something shiny inside one of the wolve’s mouths. 

He took it out and saw it was the leaf he had given you. 

Daeron, becoming angry: Those - motherfuckers! Luthien! Prepare your voice! We’re breaking this shit down! 

Daeron brings out his harp then the two start singing loud. The whole fortress starts to shake with their activated half-maiar rage.  

The fortress started to break down as Sauron couldn't do anything against two half maiars. 

Beren, looking at the breaking walls and wolves running away: I guess this is our cue to leave! 

He grabs wounded Finrod and bails him out of the dungeons. 

Sauron, bursting out of the fortress in a wolf form: Shut Your Mouth! 

Daeron: Well, look at that. The biggest mutt finally came out! Huan! 

Huan began attacking the werewolf Sauron. 

Daeron: That’s what you get for harming my human! 

Luthien, pointing behind him: Daeron! Watch out! 

Daeron, seeing a werewolf behind him: Oh Boy! 

The werewolf roared and attacked. 

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When they win against Sauron

You got out of a tower and stood on a bridge, covered in blood and breathing heavily. 

You groaned as you felt a slight change in your body. 

Luthien, screaming in the distance: Daeron! 

You turned to look and saw Daeron struggling against a werewolf. He was using his harp to avoid getting bitten, but he was slowly losing strength as he was kept against the ground. 

You growled in anger. 

You glanced at the full moon then your eyes turned golden. 

You groaned as your muscles began to grow. Fur covered your skin, and your teeth sharpened. A tail came out of your lower torso, and your face stretched into a snout. 

You, groaning as your voice became deeper: GaaAAaaah! 

You fell on your four and howled before the moon. 

You then jumped out of the fortress. 

Bam! 

The werewolf struggled in your mouth as you towered over it and Daeron. 

You snapped your jaws, killing it on the spot before throwing it against Sauron.

Sauron, getting slammed with a dead werewolf, getting dominated by Huan: God dammit! 

 Luthien, staring at your wolf form: Woah. Alright now, where were we?

Luthien, looking at Sauron menacingly: Alright, give us the fortress, or we’re gonna have a lot of fun time with you. 

Sauron freezes as the two half-maiars look down on him with a dog and a giant wolf. 

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After Dealing with Sauron and him running away

Daeron, snuggling your giant wolf head in his arms: (Name), you’re alright! Thank the valars! 

You whine happily. 

Daeron: You stupid Mutt! Do you have any idea how worried I was?! I trusted you would be fine, but now look what you got yourself into! Do you have any brain?!

You, looking down sadly: …sorry.

Beren, looking at you two: Wait! Did you know about their werewolf side all along?

Daeron, looking at him with judging eyes: Of course, I did. There was a full moon once, and they willingly showed me. I’m not that ignorant. 

Daeron, realizing something and looking at you with shock: Did you just speak?! 

You: Uhm… yeah. 

Daeron: You told me you couldn't speak! Why can you speak now?! 

You, looking at Beren: Well… you see? 

Beren: (Name)’s curse restricts her from speaking during the day, but during the full moons in wolf form, she’s free to talk. It’s a bit more complicated than it seems. 

Daeron, looking at you: Alright, but why didn’t you speak to me during the first time you turned? 

You, ears looped back: I turned during the first time. I was too scared showing myself like this than speaking, and the full moon had already gone by and I’m kinda used to being quiet. 

Daeron, softening his expression: Oh, you little idiot. 

Daeron, hugging you: No matter, I’m just glad you’re alright. 

You smile and wag your tail happily. 

Finrod, looking all of this confused: Your brother/sister is a werewolf? 

Beren, hugging Luthien: Yep

Finrod: So, is this the reason why they walk around half naked with a cloak? 

Beren: Yep, their clothes had a bad tendency to get ripped apart so they resulted in wearing only loose pants and a cloak. 

Finrod: So, is that why they kept sniffing Huan? 

Beren: Pretty much. 

Finrod: Is This Normal to you?! 

Beren: They have been like this since they got bitten as a child, so yeah. 

Finrod, looking at you and Daeron: And he’s ????

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Daeron loses his shit against the feanorians 

You and Daeron watch Beren and Luthien being lovely dovely

Daeron: Ugh, disgusting. 

Finrod, looking at him and pointing at you: But you are also courting a human, one that can turn into a werewolf. 

Daeron, pulling you close: There’s a slight difference. You see, this human is perfect and mine. 

You smile in your human form.

You snapped your gaze when you heard something in the woods. 

You see shimmer then quickly push Luthien and Beren away before getting shot with an arrow. 

You silently shriek as you bled with an arrow in your shoulder. 

Daeron gasped, looking at the perpetrators. 

Celegorm and Curufin look at the scene frozen while you bled on the ground. 

Daeron: That Does It! 

He throws his harp into Celegorm’s face, then starts beating the shit out of him. Beren held Curufin down as Luthien then joined in the beating. 

Finrod cradles you and heals you with his magic. 

The feanorians lay in their buddle of blood as Daeron stood above them in sweat and messy hair. 

Daeron: That’s what you get for messing with Thingol’s heir! 

He then turns around and makes his way to you. 

Daeron, pushing Finrod away: (Name)! Are you hurting? 

You shudder while holding your shoulder. 

Daeron, letting your head lay against his tights: Does it hurt? Do you need any magic for healing? 

You weakly lift your fingers before pointing at your lips. 

Daeron, frowning: Seriously, you just got shot, and you wanna kiss? 

You smile cheekily. 

Daeron, sighting: Alright if it makes you feel better. 

He kisses you on the lips and then scatters some kisses on your face. 

Daeron, looking at you in the eye: Better? 

You nod happily. 

Luthien, crossing her arms: And you once said you’re not in love with them. 

Daeron, glaring at her: Shut it! 

Finrod, watching from the side: What am I watching? 

Beren: I don’t know this is the first time I see him so affectionate. 

Finrod: I thought that was impossible for someone like him. 

Daeron, glaring at them: I can hear you! 

The two flinch. 

Beren, whispering: Just smile and try to feel happy for them. 

Finrod, nodding frantically with a smile: Alright. 

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After the silmaril guest

Luthien: Alright, after getting the silmaril, losing Beren’s hand, killing Carcaroth, dying and coming back to life, and you gaining the silmaril. I think it’s now fair you let Beren marry me because I’m no longer an immortal being. I shall go live with Beren and have a happy life as a mortal. 

Luthien, grabbing Beren under her arm: So long, father! 

Thingol, almost crying: Goodbye, daughter. 

Melian pats him on the shoulder. 

Thingol: Well, at least I still have my son. Right, Daeron? Daeron?! 

Daeron, hugging your arm: Forgive me, father, for I have also fallen for a mortal and thus not returning to the court. I will be leaving with my werewolf lover to have a family of my own, so farewell. 

He pulls you along as you two leave his father to cry ugly crocodile tears. 

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After settling down

You all just chilling and having a family dinner at Beren’s and Luthien’s new home. 

Beren: You know, since (Name) is still cursed. They can live longer than most humans, so you two will have plenty of time to be together. 

Daeron: I know, and I’m not planning to let them go that easily. If old age becomes a problem, I will find a way to sustain their life with my maiar powers, so I hope you don’t mind. I will be keeping your brother/sister. 

Beren: I have no problems with it just treat them well. 

Daeron: I will. 

You and Luthien giggle as you settle down the food on the table. 

Beren: I have been wondering, and I think this is a good time to ask. Are you the little spoon or the big spoon in your relationship? 

Daeron, glaring: In your case, I’m the knife. 

Beren, almost crying: We’re brothers-in-law now. Why do you still hate me? 

You, enjoying the food with eyes closed: He’s the little spoon.

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[doodle-pops]

Hi, I just remembered a scene from series called Heroes - there was this woman, who was deaf and still could percieve music as colorful lights (check this video: https://youtu.be/UgnjitfOW5E ). How would our dear minstrels of Arda react if their s/o was just like that?

I like to think that elves music tells stories in a visual aspect. Like the chords they play would create scenes, thus, their s/o not only sees the harmonious colours but images. They're able to show their s/o all the wonder aspects of life through their songs. This makes playing for their s/o a more touching and private moment.

- Maglor, Fingon, Finrod, Ecthelion, Daeron, Lindir

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#reactions #maglor x reader #fingon x reader #finrod x reader #ecthelion x reader #daeron x reader #lindir x reader #silmarillion x reader #middle earth x reader #silmarillion imagine #x reader fluff #doodlepops responds

[icarusignite]

Like an old melody, my heart resumes

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: After years apart and with several misunderstandings between them, you meet Prince Daeron at what is meant to be his betrothal feast. When secrets and unspoken desires come to light, you and Daeron are faced with a choice: to let go of the past and embrace a love that has always burned between them or allow your tumultuous history to keep you apart. 

High Valyrian words: 

ñuha rūklon = my flower

kepa = father

Pairing: Daeron x Fem! Reader | (angst, hurt/comfort, fluff)

A/N: for the lovely @lady-targaryens-world and their request. Thank you, I had so much fun writing this. Daeron is a total sweetheart. I fancast him as Lucas Lynggaard Tønnesen cuz he looks like how I imagined Daeron. Hope you like the fic and hope your exams went well 💙💙💙

Word Count: 4K

"What's on your mind, ñuha rūklon?"

Your head snapped up to meet the eyes of Daemon Targaryen as he leaned in the doorway of your room, observing you keenly. You shifted your position on your bed, sitting up straighter against the headboard, careful not to disturb the slumbering brunette whose head lay on your lap.

"Nothing, kepa," you smiled at him.

"You've been distant lately. Ever since news of our travel."

You sighed as your eyes strayed to the crumpled letter in your fist, "Do I have to go Kingslanding, kepa? May I not just stay here, please."

Daemons said your name disapprovingly and gave you a stern look, or tried to anyways, but he was powerless when faced with your mournful eyes pleading with him.

"Your grandsire would feel your absence deeply if you do not go. Not to mention your mother, she would like all her children in one place."

"But-"

"You will have a good time there my little flower, and you will have your brothers to keep you company," he stated firmly before leaving.

You rolled your eyes and huffed in frustration. This trip to King's Landing would be anything but fun. Your parents kept trying to tempt you with tales of festivities and merriment, but all you could think about was that the only reason such an event was even being held in the first place was that he had returned.

Him.

Daeron Targaryen, third son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, your dearest childhood companion, and also the boy who broke your heart. You frowned at the letter in your hand once again, a choked melancholic feeling rising in your throat. It was the last letter he'd ever written to you, dated years ago, and although you had written many ever since then, you never received a reply. It was unfair. He had promised you that he wouldn't forget you, but he had. He had forgotten you within the first year of being sent to Oldtown, and now your parents expected you to attend what would be his betrothal feast with a happy disposition. You could not do it. Although years old, the ache of betrayal still felt fresh.

"You've been frowning an awful lot lately sister," came a sleepy mumbled sound from below you, and you looked down to see your younger brother, Lucerys, looking up at you in concern.

You grinned as you carded your fingers through his hair, "Don't worry your head over it, little Luke."

He rolled his eyes at the nickname and pushed your hand away in annoyance.

"I'm serious. Why are you so sad? Do you really not want to go? If you want I can pretend to be sick and tell Mother that I'm not fit to travel and then you'll have an excuse to stay behind with me."

"You don't have to do that for me, Luke."

"But I would. I don't like it when you're sad."

Your heart swelled with affection for your younger brother and you smiled at him, hands going to brush the hair from his forehead.

"I know you're looking forward to it Luke. You don't have to stay behind for me. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive!"

"Okay," he hesitated before raising his fist in the air. "But if anyone bothers you, you tell me, and I'll duel them!"

A giggle bubbled out of you at his heartfelt exclamation. You pushed his hand back down, thumbing the scar that stretched across the back of it.

"How about we leave the duelling to someone else? Wouldn't want our little prince to get hurt."

"You've got to stop calling me little!" he pouted and you couldn't help pinching his cheeks in affection.

"Oh, but you are little," you cooed. "You're so very little."

Luke grumbled your name sternly, and you laughed again, already in better spirits.

The great hall of King's Landing was ablaze with life and festivity. The air was filled with a symphony of chattering nobles, their voices blending together in a lively hum. The room echoed with laughter, gossip, and the occasional clinking of goblets, creating a vibrant backdrop to the grand event.

The hall itself was a sight to behold. Tall, arched ceilings stretched overhead, adorned with exquisite tapestries depicting scenes of Targaryen history. Soft candlelight bathed the space, casting a warm and inviting glow upon the gathered guests. The flickering flames danced upon the polished surfaces, reflecting in the shimmering armour of knights and the elaborate gowns of noble ladies. Long tables adorned with elaborate centrepieces and sumptuous feasts lined the hall, laden with platters of roasted meats, trays of fresh fruits, and delicate pastries. The tantalizing scents wafted through the air, mingling with the fragrance of perfumes and the rich aromas of fine wines. The air itself seemed to carry a sense of indulgence as if every breath was infused with the anticipation of revelry and celebration. The hopes and aspirations of potential suitors, the desires of ambitious families, and the excitement of a long-awaited reunion all converged in the great hall.

Nobles and courtiers, clad in their finest attire, mingled and exchanged pleasantries. Their colourful garments, embellished with intricate embroidery and delicate jewels, added to the opulence of the scene. Laughter rang out, accompanied by the occasional flirtatious whispers and stolen glances toward the newly arrived young prince.

Prince Daeron Targaryen sat upon the elevated dais, his family flanking him on either side. His presence commanded attention, drawing gazes from all corners of the hall. His posture was impeccable, his back straight and his chin held high, and his eyes scanned the crowd with a mixture of curiosity and expectation. As each of his prospective wives was introduced, Daeron's gaze fixed upon her, his expression charming and polite. He listened attentively to their names and the descriptions of their families, his demeanour respectful and gracious. Though his duty was to find a suitable match, there was a flicker of anticipation in his eyes as if he awaited the presence of someone special.

Just as one particular noble lady was stepping forward to be presented, the herald's voice echoed through the great hall.

"Announcing the arrival of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and her family!"

The grand entrance of Rhaenyra and her entourage commanded the attention of all present. Daeron's gaze shifted instinctively, his eyes seeking out the captivating figure of his niece. The noble lady, momentarily forgotten, hesitated mid-sentence, her words drowned out by the flurry of excitement and murmurs that filled the hall.

Daeron's heart quickened at the sight of you, his eyes locking with yours, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded away. The noble ladies, the festivity, everything paled in comparison to your presence. He had not seen you in years, but the time apart had only enhanced your beauty and grace. Your hair cascaded down your back, framing a face that bore a striking resemblance to the Rogue Prince who led the procession with your mother. Your eyes sparkled with a lively intelligence, and your gentle demeanour held an irresistible allure. That was until your eyes hardened and when your gaze turned away from his with a barely concealed sneer, he felt his heart plummet.

King Viserys Targaryen, seated at the head of the dais, greeted his daughter with a warm and open smile. His eyes lit up with joy and pride as Rhaenyra approached, the years apart momentarily forgotten in the embrace they shared. As Rhaenyra stepped back, her gaze shifted to her father, and the smile that graced his face widened further. The aging king's eyes were drawn to you, his beloved granddaughter, who stood beside her parents. There was a mix of tenderness and nostalgia in his gaze as he took in your features, seeing glimpses of his late wife, Queen Aemma, in them.

When he uttered your name, it was filled with warmth.

"It warms my heart to see you once more. You grow more radiant with each passing day, just as your mother did," he pulled you into an embrace.

"It is an honour to see you again, Grandsire!" you grinned and then presented him with the present you had been working on during your entire journey.

The parchment you handed to him depicted both King Viserys and Queen Alicent. A royal portrait of sorts, done in charcoal. Your grandsire's eyes widened with delight as he took the sketch in his hands. His weathered fingers traced the lines and curves, his expression filled with a mixture of joy and melancholy.

"Oh, my dearest," he said, his voice tinged with emotion, "this is a gift beyond measure."

He then turned to his wife, who stood by his side, and held up the sketch for her to see. A smile adorned her lips as she admired the work, her eyes shimmering with affection as she thanked you.

Eventually, the clamour subsided and Rhaenyra and her family took their seats at the grand table, finding their places on the dais. By some twist of fate, you found yourself seated between Daeron and your brother Jace. You settled into your seat and turned yourself so that you were facing your brother mostly, wanting to avoid speaking to your uncle for as long as you could.

Once everyone had been seated, King Viserys stood again, raising his goblet high to catch the attention of all those gathered in the grand hall. The room fell silent, and the flickering candlelight reflected in his eyes, revealing a mix of pride, nostalgia, and a touch of sadness.

"My esteemed guests, noble lords and ladies. Tonight, we celebrate not only the return of my son, Prince Daeron Targaryen but also his journey of growth and learning in Oldtown. By the end of tonight's event, it is my fervent hope that Daeron shall find a bride, a woman who will stand by his side as he takes his rightful place in the realm. Let this be an occasion for new beginnings and the forging of alliances that shall strengthen House Targaryen and the Seven Kingdoms."

Your heart sank at your grandfather's words. The affirmation that Daeron's search for a bride was the purpose of this grand celebration struck you with a wave of unexpected pain but you pushed it away and kept a placid smile pasted on your face. You turned your attention to your brother, seemingly engrossed in conversation with his own betrothed, Baela.

"Jace, my dearest brother," you whispered, nudging him with your elbow.

Jace turned to you with a raised eyebrow, "What is it now? You're being suspiciously polite."

"I am always polite, how dare you?"

"You want something, don't you? C'mon spit it out, what is it?"

You grinned, "May I borrow your handkerchief? My hands are in desperate need of cleansing from the clutches of charcoal."

"You shouldn't have been scribbling away then," he eyed your stained hands with amusement.

"Oh, come on. Please," you begged, tugging at his sleeve.

"But I just had it washed."

"Oh, brother, surely you can spare your dear sister a clean handkerchief to save her from the grips of artistic messiness. Think of it as an act of kindness."

Jace huffed, reluctantly reaching into his pocket and producing the handkerchief, "Fine, but promise me you won't turn it into another work of art."

"I would never do that!"

"Mhmm, and what happened to the last few I lent to you?"

"I don't even have any drawing instruments right now. I promise, dear brother, it shall remain unscathed. You have my word."

You accepted the handkerchief with a grateful nod, laughter bubbling forth at the sight of Jace's disgruntled expression. With a swift and discreet motion, you wiped away the charcoal smudges, returning your hands to their former cleanliness. You handed the handkerchief back to your brother, who grumbled good-naturedly, but with a playful glimmer in his eyes.

As Daeron watched you engage in laughter and conversation with your siblings, a pang of hurt settled within his chest. The tinge of disappointment lingered as he longed for your attention and connection and the weight of his unspoken emotions was not lost on his older brother, Aegon.

Aegon, noticing Daeron's gaze fixed on you, couldn't resist the opportunity to tease him. He leaned closer, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, and nudged Daeron playfully.

"You seem awfully distracted, dear brother. Is it the beautiful ladies or something else that's caught your eye?"

"It's nothing, I'm just lost in thought."

"Lost in thought about a certain someone, perhaps?" Aegon teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Daeron scowled, "Leave it, Aegon."

"Well, well, dear brother, it seems our enchanting niece has indeed stolen your attention. You've had your eye on her since she arrived."

Daeron's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. He tried to deflect Aegon's teasing, but the slight quirk of his brother's eyebrow told him that Aegon wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily.

"I said leave it, Aegon. It's none of your business," he muttered defensively, forcing his eyes away from where they lingered on the curve of your jaw.

"All right, all right. I won't tease you anymore. But I have to admit, I think she is quite lovely myself."

Daeron gave him a withering look, making him laugh even harder. He took a swig from his goblet of wine and leaned in close.

"You know, you have this entire hall of ladies to choose from. I don't think you should mind if I were to take a liking to our dear niece here."

"Don't you dare-"

"Don't be selfish, dear brother."

"Aegon," Daeron warned.

Aegon leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smirk, "Well, if that's the case, then you might wish to speak to her yourself. This feast may have been held to find you a wife, but she sure is garnering a lot of attention."

He gestured to the various noble lords and knights who had their eyes fixed on your graceful movements. Daeron turned his attention back to the banquet in annoyance, choosing to ignore the surge of jealousy that rose within him. He watched you laugh with a scowl on his face. He wanted to be the one making you smile like that, to be the one sitting next to you and sharing in your conversation, but you were pretending as though he didn't even exist, never once meeting his gaze, no matter how desperately he sought you out.

As Daeron sat there, nursing his wounded pride, a group of noble ladies approached him with flirtatious smiles and sparkling eyes. Their gowns swirled around them as they curtsied and extended their hands, inviting him to join them.

One of the ladies, a vivacious brunette with a playful tone, spoke up, her voice laced with excitement, "Prince Daeron, would you do us the honour of sharing a dance with us?"

Daeron glanced at the ladies, his initial reluctance warring with the desire to distract himself from his lingering disappointment. With a sigh, he relented and rose from his seat, offering a polite smile.

"I would be delighted, ladies. Allow me to make this evening memorable for us all."

You watched him leave, a mix of bitterness and sadness welling up within you. You had expected this, but now as you witnessed him embracing the company of other ladies, you couldn't help the surge of tears that forced their way into your eyes. You scolded yourself inwardly for feeling this way, knowing you had no right to claim his attention solely for yourself.

Berating yourself, you forced a smile and attempted to push your discontent aside. You knew that Daeron was at the age where a potential wife was being sought for him. These noble ladies, giggling and vying for his attention, were merely following the customs of courtship as they tried to make themselves as appealing as possible to him. Each attempted to capture his interest with their charms, their eyes sparkling with hope. They swirled around him, showcasing their graceful movements and engaging in light-hearted banter.

Daeron, despite his initial reluctance, allowed himself to be swept into the dance, making polite conversation and offering charming smiles to each lady in turn. He appreciated their efforts and acknowledged their beauty, but his heart remained distant, his thoughts still preoccupied with you. He thought he caught your gaze from across the room, but he couldn't be sure and he didn't want to delude himself into thinking that you actually cared.

It was only the trembling of your lips that gave you away and when you discreetly excused yourself to rush out of the great hall, Daeron abandoned his dance partner mid-step and made his way swiftly towards you. The noble ladies he left behind exchanged confused glances, their voices hushed in curiosity as they watched him break away from their company. He followed the path you had taken, emerging into one of the adjoining dimly lit corridors where you stood with your back toward him. Your shoulder shook as you clamped your hands over your mouth to stifle the sob building inside.

Daeron stood at a distance, not sure what to do or say. You must have sensed his presence though, because you straightened your back and quickly brushed away any lingering tears before turning to give him your brightest smile.

"My prince. Should you not be back in the great hall? You know, dancing with your future wife?"

Daeron frowned, "What future wife?"

"One of those ladies is meant to be your future wife, isn't she? So shouldn't you be spending time with her?" you snapped.

In the solitude of the corridor, Daeron's eyes flickered with hurt as your words cut through him. He had hoped for a warm reunion, a chance to express his feelings and seek understanding. Instead, he found himself facing your unexpected harshness.

"Is that what you truly want? To see me dance with others while you remain distant? Can you not find it in your heart to tell me why you're upset? Why you've been avoiding me?" he pleaded.

"Oh, that's rich, coming from you!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean!"

"How am I supposed to know when you won't say anything!"

A fresh wave of tears welled up in your eyes. How dare he be this audacious. He was pretending to be oblivious.

"You think I've been avoiding you? That I've willingly chosen to keep my distance? Perhaps you should look inward, Daeron. You never responded to a single one of the letters I wrote to you. You went to Oldtown and forgot all about me!" your voice broke, the tears running freely down your face now.

"Letters?"

"Do not pretend not to know!"

Daeron rushed toward you, entwining his fingers with yours, eyes boring into yours as he said your name.

"What letters? I swear I never received any letters. I thought it was you who had forgotten about me."

"Liar! I do not care if you did not care enough to respond but at least do not be a coward and pretend not to know about them altogether."

"Listen-"

"It doesn't even matter," you interrupted, wrenching your hands away from him. "I stopped writing last year, anyways."

"You...you wrote to me for six years?" Daeron's voice was soft in disbelief.

"What, is that supposed to be surprising? Not all of us can be callous and cruel like you. You were my friend, of course I wrote to you!"

Daeron took your hand once again, placing it on his chest so that you could feel his racing heartbeat, voice tinged with desperation.

"I swear on all the gods, the old and the new, that I never received a single one of your letters. I would never willingly ignore you or dismiss your words. Please, you have to believe me."

"Stop! Just, stop," you pleaded. "Go back to your dancing and select a wife from amongst the ladies grandsire has chosen for you."

You wanted to believe Daeron, to let go of the resentment that had consumed you, but the wounds ran deep, and trust was a fragile thread between you two.

"Why would I lie about this?" he implored again, stepping closer. "I have spent every moment longing for you, questioning why you had grown distant. If I had known about your letters, I would have responded, you know that."

"I find that I do not know you at all, so forgive me for disagreeing."

"Do not say that. Please do not say that. I have loved you since we were children!" Daeron's words came tumbling out of his mouth, making both of you freeze.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes widening at his confession. Your anger and doubt began to crumble, replaced by a mix of astonishment and a glimmer of hope. You listened intently, heart yearning for the words you had always longed to hear.

"I cannot imagine marrying any of those women in the grand hall," he continued, his voice earnest. "Not when my heart has always been set on you. You are the one I have dreamed of, the one who has occupied my thoughts and fueled my hopes. Please, believe me when I say that you are the one I want to spend my life with."

Your breath was shaky as you struggled to absorb the weight of Daeron's confession.

"I... I don't know what to say," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and bewilderment.

"Say you feel the same way. Say you love me too," he begged.

"I...you truly meant what you said?'

"I have never meant anything more in my entire life," he gently brushed away the tears from your cheeks, his touch filled with tenderness. "I understand your doubts and fears. But I want you to know that I am committed to proving my love to you, to mending what has been broken between us. I will do whatever it takes to earn your trust again and make you feel cherished."

"I...I don't know."

Daeron nodded, his eyes filled with unwavering patience and determination.

"I will give you all the time you need. I will be here, waiting for you, for all of eternity, if that is what it takes. Just know that you hold my heart in the palm of your hands, and nothing will change that."

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped your lips as you met his desperate gaze.

"I do not think you have all of eternity, my prince. Grandsire expects you to be betrothed before the night is up."

"Whether or not I am betrothed by the end of tonight depends entirely on the lady I hope to be betrothed to. The decision is hers entirely."

You sniffled, "And who might such a lucky lady be?"

Daeron thumbed your cheekbone affectionately, tracing his fingers up your jaw and then settling them to cup your face. His other hand dropped to your waist, pulling you closer.

"There will never be another lady. Not when I belong to you wholly."

You sighed, leaning into his touch with your eyes closed. When you opened them, you were met with his startling intensity.

"I suppose I might be inclined to accept," you murmured, arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

His lips curled upward in a beam, "Is that a yes then?"

"Yes."

Daeron paused for a moment, his lips a hairsbreadth from yours, giving you a chance to pull away, before they met yours in a gentle kiss. Your lips moved in perfect harmony, a dance of affection and yearning. As your kiss deepened, Daeron's arms wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly closer, as if afraid to let go, his body pressing you into the cool stone wall behind you.

When you pulled away eventually, he pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes reverently as he whispered in the space where your breaths mingled.

"I am yours. I will be yours for all of eternity."

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Moments to Memories: Chapter 1 - The Start

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Chapter 2

Pairing: Daeron Targaryen x Fem! Targaryen reader

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You were born nine months after the wedding between Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne, and ser Laenor Velaryon, heir to Driftmark.

You were the only one born between Rhaenyra and Laenor to have the Valyrian silver hair and purple eyes, but many believed you had been Prince Daemon Targaryen's true born daughter with Princess Rhaenyra.

You were born in King's Landing, with a long feast in celebration, as you were declared Rhaenyra's heir, in spite of you also being born a girl, your mother, Rhaenyra, stayed with the believe that the first-born child should inherit the throne, which to your grandsire, King Viserys I agreed with.

In the eyes of Viserys I, the Heir was Rhaenyra and after her you, who would take the name Targaryen once you will ascends the Iron Throne, to the annoyance of the Hightowers and some Lords of the Realm, who wanted your uncle, Ageon Targaryen, to take the throne, since they believe he is the right heir.

For your celebration, your parents had gifted you a dragon egg, and hoped soon it will hatch so you could bond with it like your parents did with theirs. And it did, but to their surprise and Viserys, the male dragon that hatched turned out to be looking like Balerion, the Black Dread that Viserys rode when he was younger.

For the first time, Rhaenyra was worried about a dragon, she was afraid maybe he wasn't the dragon for her daughter, considering it's one of the most dangerous dragons that can't really be tamed. She was afraid you couldn't control that dragon, and you could get hurt, or worse, get killed.

However her worry disappeared as she was observing you bonding with the male dragon as the time went by. She still didn't let you be alone with the dragon, or let along ride him as he slowly grow large. But after your sixth name day, Rhaenyra change her mind about her daughter's dragon.

When you and your four year old brother Jace ran off to play with your dragon, Hellfyre.

The dragon was in chains inside the dragonpit, which was upsetting to you since you thought the dragons should be walking around there freely.

When you saw Hellfyre been patted by one of the Dragonkeepers, you and Jace were about to walk closer when you were stopped by Queen Alicent's Knight, Ser Criston Cole. "Princess. You and the prince shouldn't be here."

"We're allowed to," the six year old you said. Hearing your voice made Hellfyre look toward you, and to tilt his head.

"Not on your own," Criston said as he shook his head. "Not without your parents. Now, let's go." 

As he tried to pull you and your brother out of the pit, Hellfyre heard the both of you protesting and trying to get away from the Queen's Knight, the dragon thought that his rider and her brother were in danger, so he broke out of his chains and flew to attack Criston.

However, after only giving the Knight a bite on his armored arm, the dragon was calmed down by only you when you spoke to him in the Valyrian language that your mother taught you. The Dragonkeepers managed to put the dragon back to his chains as the situation was explained quickly by you to the now pregnant Rhaenyra, Laenor, Queen Alicent and King Viserys.

"He could have killed him," Queen Alicent said as you all walked to the King's chamber. "That dragon should be killed."

"No!" You said as you looked at your grandfather with a worried look. "Please, Hellfyre was just protecting me and Jace! He thought we were in danger."

"That's true," Jace agreed.

"It was just a misunderstanding," your father spoke calmly as he looked from the angry Queen to Viserys as he sat down on his arm chair.

"A misunderstanding?" the Queen repeated as she looked at her husband, "You don't actually believe that."

"Calm yourself," Viserys said, "From what I understand, the dragon simply tried to protect the children because he thought they were in danger."

"Well they weren't," Alicent said, "What if the next time that dragon will harm our children."

"He won't," you said and looked from your grandfather to your mother with teary eyes, "Please, don't let them hurt him."

Your mother placed her hands on your shoulders as she looked at her father and the Queen, "The dragon is not a threat to any of our children. Yours and mine. He is bonding with y/n, and she is his rider, his instinct is to protect her. That's why he did what he did."

Alicent opened her mouth to argue but Viserys cut in, "All right. All right. I understand that." He looked at you and Jace, "But, no more going to the pit by yourselves, am I clear?" You and your brother nodded quickly. "All right then, you may go."

You didn't miss the glare Alicent send as you and your family started to leave the chamber. You didn't knew why your step grandmother hated your family so much, but you didn't dare to ask the woman herself. Instead you asked your mother, which she told you about the time she and the Queen were best friends before she married your grandfather.

You heard someone calling your name behind you, and you all turned to see your uncle, Daeron, running toward you.

He nodded to your mother, "Sister."

"Brother, are you alright?" your mother asked with a small concern frown as she looked at him up and down to see if he was hurt.

"Yes," he answered, "I just heard that something happened at the dragonpit with y/n."

"Everything's fine," you said and looked up at your parents, "Can Jace and I play with Daeron outside?"

"Of course," your father said as he smiled down at you, "You will be called when your grandparents arrive."

You smiled happily and looked at Daeron, "Let's go." Jace reached for your uncle's hand and yours and the two of you led him quickly to the doors.

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tell me why i imagine sweet daeron having a little boy's crush on aemond's wife because she's so gentle and kind with him

i saw someone else's ask about how he wants to be just like aemond, not only out of admiration but because he thinks "if someone like aemond can get a wife like (y/n) then so can i if i'm like that!!"

and sweet boy copying his mannerisms, pulling her chair out at dinners before aemond can and even though the chair basically towers over him, she's coddling and gushing at how polite and thoughtful he is and he MILKS that

so it becomes a playful rivalry between aemond and him and she's just "it's like you're actually intimidated by your baby brother"

and aemond who's hiding a giant bouquet of flowers behind his back only to one up the little rose daeron gave you "absolutely not. me? be rivaled by the twerp? never-"

Hi!! Oh my god this is darling, I cannot wait to write for these prompts! Cute little Daeron is 4 years younger than Aemond...so we will say he's 15 during this. Adorable.

Aemond x wife!reader | Daeron learning from his brother | admiration crush | playful brother rivalry

"Thank you Daeron, you're so sweet!" You smiled brightly at the boy as he extended to you a bouquet of wildflowers. "Ouch!" A stinging sensation spread around where a sprig of green had touched your hand.

"Ah, stinging nettle." Your husband mused, eyebrow raised at his younger brother as you dropped the offending bunch of flowers to the ground. "An interesting addition, Daeron."

"Gods I am so sorry Y/N!" Daeron looked from your wincing face to his bouquet now scattered upon the stone ground in alarm. "I have gloves on...and a very mediocre knowledge of local flora it seems."

Aemond took your sore hand in his, placing a gentle kiss to where your skin was reddening and swelling. Daeron noted his brother's movements with a studious gaze.

"Let's get you to the maester, I'm sure they have ointment on hand for such an affliction." Giving Daeron one last severe look, Aemond swept you from the room, leaving the crestfallen prince standing alone chewing his lip.

Later that evening, your finger lightly bandaged and no longer hurting, you found yourself entering the dining hall on Aemond's arm.

Daeron took note of your entrance, waving to you enthusiastically and striding over, a look of concern on his face. "Are you alright? I truly apologize for my earlier blunder." He extended a single red rose to you, giving you a slight bow.

You took the delicate flower, trying hard not to let your amusement show, especially as you felt Aemond shift in annoyance beside you. "Thank you Daeron, that is very thoughtful. I am quite alright."

"No loss of limb yet." Aemond agreed, shaking his head at Daeron's earnest expression. "Though I cannot speak for yourself should you continue giving my wife flowers."

Daeron frowned only slightly before he gestured for you towards the dining table, sweeping your chair out from its place for you to sit. He bowed again as you carefully took your place, sinking into the welcoming cushion. You scooted forward as Daeron pushed you into table. He overdid it in his eagerness to help, and your midriff was pressed uncomfortably hard against the wood. You let out a slight "oof" as some air was expelled from your lungs and pushed back with your hands.

From your peripheral vision you saw Aemond take his brother by the scruff of his collar, forcefully seating the young man into his own seat and giving him a hard pat on the shoulder. "If you want to impress a lady, Daeron, I suggest resisting the urge to bisect her."

You hid your laugh in the goblet of wine you brought to your lips, pretending to take a sip as Aemond took his place beside you, his hand resting briefly atop your knee. "Did my oaf of a brother do any permanent damage?" He was only half-joking, the annoyance still evident in the timber of his voice.

"I may never recover." You jested, leaning into him slightly, turning your face to place a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "He is simply trying to mirror what he sees you do for me."

"He's failing spectacularly."

"Aemond." You chided, taking a moment to make sure Daeron couldn't overhear. "He looks up to you. Clearly he wants to learn from you."

Aemond huffed, bringing his own goblet to his lips. He didn't answer you, seeming to sink into deep contemplation as he often did when something troubled him.

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The next day was clear and crisp, the winter air still chill despite the shining sun. You descended a set of marble stairs to the room you usually took your luncheon in. To your surprise you found Daeron and Aemond within, deep in conversation with each other. Daeron was nodding and Aemond had his hands clasped tight behind his back. They ceased speaking as soon as you entered, looking almost guiltily at you.

"I hope you're not up to anything that will raze King's Landing." You teased, your skirts rustling as you moved toward the table.

You stopped, looking at the spread of food laid before you. It was all of your favorite things to eat and drink. A little sample of each treat you so adored. "Aemond?" You asked, not taking your eyes off the delicious array of delicacies.

"I arranged for your favorite foods to be brought up for your enjoyment." Your husband inclined his head as you finally looked at him.

"I brought some books I thought you'd like to read while you took your afternoon meal." Daeron volunteered, looking slightly guilty as Aemond shot him a bemused glare.

"That was so very thoughtful of you Daeron, thank you for thinking of me." You smiled graciously at the young Targaryen.

Daeron beamed.

You moved to Aemond, tilting his head toward you with a finger to his sharp jaw. "Thank you my dearest." You kissed him softly upon his plush lips. You moved your mouth to his ear, whispering so only he could hear. "Though you do not need to compete with your brother."

"Speaking of my brother." Aemond said loudly, turning to face Daeron, an impish smile on his curved lips. "I've arranged for you to meet with several ladies your age from notable noble houses this eve."

Daeron's face blanched. "I...meet...tonight?"

"Indeed." Aemond shook his head, chuckling. "You seem intent on practicing your courtship skills on my wife, it's only fair you get more experience with other women." He patted Daeron on the shoulder. "Though do try not to maim them too badly."

"I'd never!" Daeron spluttered, glancing at you guiltily. "Not on purpose!"

"Remember what I told you regarding..." Aemond started but Daeron waved him off.

"Yes, yes, no need to repeat it in front of Y/N." A faint blush painted the younger Targaryen's cheeks, causing your brow to raise as you looked inquisitively between the brothers.

"You're lucky Aegon hasn't gotten wind of what you've been up to." Aemond continued. "He'd give you unending grief."

"Helaena's given me some useful tips I think." Daeron looked at you. "She told me flowers and chocolates are a sure way to a girl's heart."

"Being interested in her and listening to what she has to say, what she's interested in, is also a solid start." You agreed, smiling knowingly at Aemond as his eye found yours. "Though chocolate does go a long way."

The three of you laughed, Aemond's arm snaking around your waist, pulling you against his side. Daeron watched each movement Aemond made around you with attention, his lilac eyes bright with interest.

"Don't go to Aegon for advice on women." Aemond warned suddenly, his face grave as he looked down at his younger brother. "And if he offers to teach you anything about them, you come to me instead. Understand?"

"Yes." Daeron nodded, looking mildly confused at Aemond's unexpected severity.

You squeezed Aemond's waist lightly, reassuring him with your presence. "All will be well. Daeron, you are a dashing young man who is sure to sweep the right girl off her feet in no time."

"Thank you, Y/N. I can only hope to be as lucky as Aemond."

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[missglaskin]

Aegon and Aemond unlocking an exhibitionism kink after the public consummation and became terrors in the Red Keep. They have traumatized enough lords, courtiers, servants, knights because they can't simply keep their hands and c*cks off of you. Otto's hairline probably keeps reducing everytime he catches the three of you in the throne room minutes before the court starts and he does not have the heart to tell Alicent that the small chambers have also been baptized by the brothers' insatiable desires.

Don't even get him started about what he has witnessed in the Tower of the Hand, his own freaking domain in the Red Keep! And these incidents have increased even more now that you have started to swell with child. By seven, it's as though they want you to get even more pregnant (some lecherous lords and ladies had even started betting who the child will resemble the most).

Also denies Daeron's request to go home because he can see the glint in Aemond and Aegon's eyes when their little brother is mentioned. Nope, he doesn't need another traumatized septon and his grandsons telling him and the small council that you can take a third husband (tho now he questions if this is really what you want). 🙈

It's been a while since I wrote anything smuttish so I am a bit rusty

The scandal your polyramous marriage has already caused was enough. But the rumors swirling throughout the court of the king and the prince have left most unsure either to be disgusted by your lewd behaviors or sympathetic to how you can seem to keep up with the two. You three have caused the council to deeply regret making the consummation public. 

Aemond is expected to be the mature one and initially he was a bit cautious. But jealousy ignites within him as he watches just how shameless you and Aegon are. Not even from a far distance at parties, clothes are already discarded or how the two of you seem to dance so provocatively with one another. He even wonders if others have chosen to ignore the roaming hands under the table or if they are just that blind to them. 

But it only takes one push. Just one for the one-eyed prince to succumb to temptation once more. He can thank your pretty lips for that, the same lips that feel soft against his cock. The brothers are engaged in a vicious rivalry to see who can please you more, on who can get you to scream their names louder.

The servants have learned to work even when they can hear your moans reverberate through the walls and the knights are perhaps regretting every bit of their existence. It's safe to say that the majority of the court has been traumatized including the hand of the king. Otto has learned by now that his lectures have gone on deaf ears and finds himself having to take a deep breath when news reaches his ears on how servants have reported hearing noises from the library. Alicent chooses to make herself ignorant of the rumors; she expected such behavior from one son, but for the two, she nearly passed away from shock.

When news reached you were now with a child, most of the court felt relieved. There was an unfortunate belief that men found their wives less desiring when swollen and heavy. But if anything, it appears both brothers' lust gets more insatiable by the day.

Daeron's visit becomes a point of concern for Otto, wanting to prevent any more possible scandals. Daeron almost has a lingering innocence that makes it easy to corrupt. It’s almost as if his brothers encourage him to give into his temptation, just to spend the night as if it were merely a taste, like they know it’s all he needs to come back for more.

Almost everyone has quickly noticed the way Daeron’s gaze never seems to leave you, whether at dinners or in hallways. And it’s not long before another scandal reaches the king’s hand and the queen regent.

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[faces-ofvenus]

Author's Warnings: Daeron has been aged, but still has no adult content, I just wanted to leave the warning anyway. Not initially I wouldn't write to him, I don't know would I be on the back foot from doing something totally horrible but come on.

If you are a woman from a lower house, which I can see would not be totally impossible, because Alicent is not in full control of Daeron while he is in Oldtown I feel that he certainly allowed himself to meet you, whoever you were, a servant, cook, saleswoman whatever, he is not a man who loves quickly, but he regardless of his birth felt interests in you so deeply that he could only think of meeting you and marrying you.

He was very nervous to ask you to marry him, is he a prince? Yes, coming from two great houses, for sure, but at the same time, he wouldn't take almost anything he thinks, honestly no matter how much he gives for the house or his brothers, he knows that he will never have half of what they will have, much less the same recognition, to the point that they don't even know that Alicent and Viserys had another son after Aemond.

This hurts him, he doesn't hold grudges against his parents, his siblings or grandmother, it would be too much for him to live with grudges, but in that situation he just wanted to be the heir, he just wants to have a future where you are the queen herself, and have everything you ever wanted, when he asks for your hand, he gives you this speech, that he may not be able to give you everything you want (like the crown) but he will give you everything within his reach, even if it costs you your life.

You obviously don't believe this nonsense, being with Daeron was better than pounds of gold, or a highly uncomfortable fucking metal throne, and you shut up all that unholy nonsense coming from your lover, or rather your fiancé, with a sweet and chaste kiss on the lips, maybe it was your first kiss, maybe not, but it had worked.

Such was your shock when one night in his room, after long conversations about marriage and how your married lives would be from then on, not that the two of you before all this hadn't thought like crazy about the whole situation of husband and wife, when Daeron suddenly seemed to remember something, whoops, he was supposed to write a letter to your mother about the wedding, you were in shock, he at least warned your parents, and if they didn't approve what would they do?

He shrugged his shoulders, said that he would marry you, with or without them, and that he is only telling you in case you want to invite your mother, which he also wouldn't object to if you don't, just like that, Daeron would say with such simplicity, "If you want to invite my family, invite them, if not, I'll support you," as if this whole situation was fine, and for him it really was fine, he didn't see his mother for a good part of his life, he was about 17 when he came of age, and they didn't seem to care about that, so their presence would be insignificant, but if you wanted them here, the way he would do absolutely everything for you and whatever you said would be seen as law (yes this man is totally "if my wife says so, so be it")

You would want to get married in Oldtown in a small place reserved only for extremely intimate people, in the end you invited your other Targaryen relatives, most of them came, especially your brothers, your mother came almost against her will, Daeron never told you if she had accepted your engagement well or not, mainly trying not to make you sad with the answer, What you were thankful for, on the one hand, was your dream wedding, you wanted to get married before, Alicent exchanged few sentences with you, and the few were still spent with little jabs, and questions to test you, which you obviously realized, but just as you're not naive at all, you wouldn't be stupid either, maybe that's what made Daeron fall madly in love with you.

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[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐈𝐕

Plot: Imagine being the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, and having a very devoted family.

Cw: incest/targcest, yandere/lovesick behavior, unhealthy relationships, platonic and romantic yanderes, not everyone is romantically involved with reader, yandere EVERYONE x reader, sexual content, no actual smut, again, Daemon is violent

Taglist: @faesspace

>Jacaerys had come to terms with his status as a bastard, even though it was never to be said out loud

>Laenor was still his father, even if not biologically, he was the men he called "dada" with his first words, and it would remain that way for the rest of his life

>This made him closer to you, your situation was different, as everybody knew you were a bastard, and you were not to inherit anything

>He felt like he had to prove people wrong about him, so he overexerted himself. There was little you could do to stop him, so you contented with staying by his side in the library, late at night, falling asleep to his voice practicing high valyrian

>In these nights, you likely had little Aegon or Viserys on your lap, because they'd cry until they were put to sleep only by your or their mother

>Jacaerys would revel in this image, you peacefully asleep, holding babes, your silver hair caressing your cheeks

>He could sometimes allow himself to imagine what if the children you were holding were his, if you could be his queen. If he could kiss you and rut against you, if he could suck your nipples until milk would come out

>But he was always quick to dismiss these ideas, you were forbidden fruit, and the last thing a bastard king needs, is a bastard queen. His mother had gone through hell and back to uphold his claim to the iron throne, and he would not disappoint her, no matter how desperately he needed you

>And even though, he was ashamed to admit it, he was scared of his step-father. There was one specific memory he would always go back to

>He was a young man, maybe a little older than you. And he had come to Dragonstone while you were in King's Landing with Rhaenyra. He had come bearing expensive gifts and displaying a beautiful crimson doublet with embroidery details in gold and plum

>He had spoken flowery promises of old alliances of his house with the conqueror, and Daemon's face was reflecting his achingly strong boredom and weariness, demanding him he speak whatever idiotic trade he had in mind. That's when the lord said he'd be "most delighted" to present himself as a suitor for lady Y/N. Daemon didn't respond, he let the awkward silence seat, he let him marinate in anxiety. He then took his dark sister and cut the poor boy's head off. He told his guard he'd be spared if he returned to tell the tale, that no one should try to approach his firstborn daughter.

>"Nobody likes a peeping Tom" he shouted to Jacaerys, who was hidden watching the scene

>He still sometimes thinks of how easily his head fell off his neck, how quickly it did

>So he knew Y/N couldn't be his, not now not ever. But he still hated to know there was one person that Daemon could not scare off

>Jacaerys felt lucky he could see your metamorphosis from a girl to a maiden in a first row seat, but this change meant that one day you'd leave, and he'd have to get a wife, a proper wife for a king

>But that person that was not scared of Daemon, also didn't have that problem. He was talking about Daeron Targaryen

>Despite the collective best efforts of the Velaryon brothers, you still talked to Daeron regularly, fortunately, not as much now that he was in Oldtown, but still too much for their liking

>Lucerys did not realize the puppy crush he had on you, thinking he just saw you as his older sister, but he was on board with anything that meant sabotaging your possible paramours

>So they were incredibly frustrated when they all had to travel to King's Landing, and Daeron was going to be there

>Lucerys used Daeron's presence to distract himself from the fact that his grandsire could die, and that that was the real reason why they were there, for him to inherit Driftmark

>This was the first time in years you'd actually spend time with Aemond, as you would avoid him everytime you visited

>Dagahrion was too large for the dragon pit, so he stays in a cave in Aegon's hill

>Alicent ran to hug you, Rhaenyra stood there, silently judging her

>When you went to see your uncle Viserys, it was heartbreaking, he called for you, and you kneeled at the edge of his face, so he could see you clearly. It took him some time to recognize you

>"Y/N... She's nothing but an infant, I know she must be playing, but I'd like to see her"

>You patiently explained, until he could remember you, you saw a lonely tear when the realization of your age, and the pass of time had hit him

>You got into an argument with your father when he accused Alicent

>"Can't you see she just wants to have your trust to whore you out to his depraved sons?!"

>"Are you one to talk about depravity, father?!" You shouted, offended and angry at him

>"I am one to talk because I know exactly what goes through the heads of men like that, and I know exactly the type of woman that bitch is"

>"What are you scared of? That someone might treat me like you did my mother?!" You are a dragon, and you spit fire. Your father goes quiet, not out of shame, but out of astonishment. He had waited so much time to see himself in you, he thought that your lack of ill intentions was what made you perfect, but it was not. Daemon would enjoy seeing more of this, after all, it would be laughable if an innocent, irreproachable maiden rode a dragon like yours

>Daemon smiled at you and left the room, leaving puzzled and embarrassed at your words

>Rhaenys and the twins were second to greet you, your sisters had missed you so dearly

>They excitedly spoke of all that happened, and how much they missed being with you, you spent an hour in the gardens before you were interrupted, to go to Lucerys' hearing

>After catching up, Rhaenys left you to have "girl time" with them, they hugged you once again, and you could swear Rhaena left a kiss on your collarbone, and Baela's hands wondered a little too low from your back to your tailbone

>The announcement of the marriages had complicated reactions, you could see it, but you were glad the family would remain together, strong

>You hugged Lucerys when Vaemond yelled for all the realm to hear of his accusations, and you saw your father smiling at you and Rhaenyra once he had sliced Vaemond Velaryon in half

>During dinner, you sat between Jacaerys and Baela

>You were pleased to share a table with your family, it had been so long since you last did

>Aegon's unsavory comments made you cringe, but you sweetly smiled when Jace and Baela defended you, Alicent and Daemon were glaring daggers at him

>When it was time for the toasts, you looked at Helaena with sadness, thinking of how miserable Aegon had made her

>You toasted to your uncle Viserys, Viserys the peaceful, who had earned his title as protector of the realm

>Aemond kept looking at you, you could not decipher his expression, what he wanted from you

>You danced with Daeron and Helaena, Rhaena then joined, with her pentoshi grace and coquettish moves, she had always loved dancing the most out of you three

>The tone completely changed once Aemond decided to toast to his nephews, the three strong boys

>Before Jace could go to punch him, you spoke up

>"Say what you mean, cousin" you taunted

>"It was but merely a compliment, don't you believe your step brothers to be strong?'

>"I believe my king ordered to cut off the tongue of everyone who would insinuate or reference the foul rumors spoken against your future queen and king"

>"That was the day I lost my eye, was it not, dear cousin?" He spoke with a voice that made you want to recoil, it was frankly disgusting

>"It was, if I were you I wouldn't want to become Aemond One Eye and no tongue" you could almost feel your father's approval as you spoke poison

>With all the noise and stress, you felt your knees start to fail, you could see Daeron was holding you

>Aemond walked towards you before being stopped by a punch from Jacaerys

>After seeing Jace come to you, you blacked out

>Of course your fainting was attributed to being a young maiden in the presence of violence, but you knew something was strange

>Though it ended in a bitter note, you knew your spell was beyond psychological, you felt sick, maybe it was the food

>The maesters said you were not fit for travel, nor boat less dragonback

>Daemon refused to leave you on King's Landing, trying to sneak your asleep body out of the castle to take you with him on top of Caraxes, but he was discovered

>When he inevitably had to go, he left you in Misarya's care, had you wake up and be unable to travel back to your family, she would be rewarded handsomely to take you to Dragonstone

>The night prince Daemon left, was the night Viserys the peaceful, first if his name, died

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[fragileheartbeats]

out of all of King Viserys’ children, Rhaenyra is obviously the most qualified/most competent to sit the Iron Throne. There is no question about that.

Excuse me what?😂 Are you fr? If yes can you please give me a reason why she's the most suitable to sit on Iron throne? Because she's rightful heir? I'm sorry but that's not good enough. We have many Targaryen rulers and they were rightful heir, but you know... they fucked up, so it's not a convincing reason.

Actually she was the only one who wasn't suitable to sit on iron throne. Like we literally saw that, she fucked up so bad in half of a year that even her sons didn't denied what she did and literally there's no Rhaenyra after her, she was a disgrace for her future generations, that's says alot.

She was so bad that she was kicked out, people were tired of her. And then Aegon come and gets everything under his control in like a week while he was physical dead.

The funniest part is that all of green kids actually have something that make them more suitable than Rhaenyra.

First we got Aegon, he's brave, resilient, determined, he's smarter than Rhaenyra, he's protective and he's mentally the strongest and unbreakable. He survived the worst things and still continue. He was literally unbreakable, even towards the end of his life he gained the strength to walk, hardly but yes.

Then we have Helaena. She was a lovely and kind woman, she claimed one of the most badass dragons in the history when she was a kid, she was so loved that people literally gone mad after her death, that's say a lot about the difference between Rhaenyra and Helaena.

Next is Aemond. Smart, brave, a dangerous fighter and he have the biggest fucking dragon that he claimed when he was a kid. Do I need to say more?

And finally Daeron. Oh lord, this guy was smart as fuck and he was the most dangerous even though he was the youngest, he's also brave and loyal to his family. And people actually liked him. He was a fairly kind, clever, and humble guy. Definitely the best among Viserys’ sons.

Now what does Rhaenyra have that makes her comparable to them? What does she have that make her better?

Her age? The fact that she's first born?

Well that's just another reason why she don't deserve to sit on the throne, because she was heir since she was 8 yet she never fit into her position as one in so many years (25 years).

On the other hand Aegon never was heir so he never tried to fit but we see how in a short time (2 years or shorter) he grows and fit his position as king, we see how he live up to his title.

I'm sorry but even the fact that she's first born make her more pathetic.

This amount of delusional is not normal. I'm telling y'all.

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[kckt88]

Let It Be Me I.

Summary:

Aemond and Y.N have been best friends for years, and as they approach 30 years old, Y.N decides that she wants to be a mother, so Aemond volunteers his services.

Warning(s): Language, Angst, Mentions of Past Cheating, Alternating POV, Masturbation, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex, P in V, Misunderstandings, Alys.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x Y.N (PAST AEMOND X ALYS)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 5383.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

"Y.N, I understand your desire to become a mother, but using a stranger as a sperm donor-it just doesn't sit right with me," Aemond said, his voice laced with concern. "Why not consider asking a friend instead? Someone you know and trust?"

Y.N furrowed her brow, considering Aemond's suggestion. "You know, I did speak to Aegon yesterday" she admitted quietly. "He offered to help."

Aemond's heart sank at the mention of his older brother. While Aegon was undoubtedly kind-hearted, the thought of Y.N having a child with him filled Aemond with a sense of unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't right.

Before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out of his mouth. "Y.N, please-don't go to Aegon. Don't go to anyone else. I-I'll do it."

Y.N's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze locking with Aemond's. "What do you mean?"

Aemond took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "I mean-I'll be the father; we are best friends, and we know each other, and I’ll always be around so you’d have support”.

Y.N's breath caught in her throat, her heart thundering in her chest. She had never imagined Aemond would make such a bold offer. Yet, as she looked into his eye, she saw the sincerity and love reflected there.

Tears welled up in Y.N's eyes as she reached out to grasp Aemond's hand. "Aemond, are you sure? This is a huge decision."

Aemond nodded, his resolve unwavering. "I've never been surer of anything in my life”.

“I-I guess we could try it, at least this way the baby would have their father around” replied Y.N smiling.

“So, when do you want to do this?” asked Aemond.

“Next week-it’s supposed to be my most fertile week” replied Y.N.

“Ok-is there anything I need to do to make sure everything goes smoothly?”

“I think it would be a good idea for both of us to abstain from sex with other people, until I manage to get pregnant-“

“-Not exactly an issue for me, I haven’t been with anyone since Alys-” muttered Aemond.

“Me either, I’ve not been with anyone since Jace” uttered Y.N.

Aemond grimaced at the mention of his nephew’s name, if he didn’t hate Jace before he certainly did when he started dating Y.N.

It drove Aemond insane having to listen to that bastard fucking Y.N, he spent many nights wishing it was him instead of Jace.

Not even the woman he brought back and fucked into the mattress could sway his mind away from Y.N, they’d met at university and became friends after an unfortunate incident which led Y.N tripping over and accidently throwing coffee all over him.

He normally would have raged at the stupidity of it all, but the moment he finished wiping himself off and saw those blue eyes he was done for.

Her sweet soft voice apologising to him profusely, but he wasn’t listening he just couldn’t stop staring at the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

Looking back, he should have obeyed his first instinct and asked her out on a date, but he feared that she would reject him, as most women usually did due to the huge scar marring his face, so he settled for friendship instead and never thought to move beyond that boundary even though he wanted to, as the years went by and their friendship grew, he now feared that he would lose Y.N as a friend if he ever dared to reveal his feelings, so he kept them hidden.

He'd rather have Y.N as a friend than not have her at all.

They moved in together after university, she became part of his family, and it was like she’d always been there. His mother loved her, his father never really paid much attention to anyone or anything unless it was about his firstborn child, his darling Rhaenyra who could do no wrong, Aegon the man whore of course tried it on with her, but she quickly rebuffed him, which made Aemond love her even more, Helaena took to her immediately which was nice as it was hard for his sweet sister to make friends, and Daeron liked her too.

Everything was perfect, except it wasn’t because he wanted her, and he was too afraid to tell her.

Even getting involved with other women was an issue as he would always end up comparing them to Y.N and they would never last long, until Alys.

She was older than him, and Aemond liked that. At first things were great between them, he fell in love with her, and he felt for the first time that he could move on from Y.N but the mask slipped, and Alys began to show her true colours. Aemond would like to say he got out of that shit as soon as it started but he didn’t, he was a fool blinded by love and his cock and it wasn’t until his sister and Y.N joined forces to make him see sense, that he was finally able to escape the praying mantis that was Alys.

As always Y.N was there helping him through it, supporting him and providing words of comfort until she brought that twat of his nephew home. It turned out that whilst he was with Alys, Y.N had started something up with Jace.

Dalton, Jason and Cregan were bad enough but Jace, gods above it rankled Aemond to no end to have to see that bastard sauntering around his apartment.

More than once he found his hands drifting towards the knives, just one slip that’s all it would take. But then he’d most likely get done for murder and it wasn’t worth the hassle.

So, Aemond had to resign himself to misery every time Y.N was with Jace, but as always it didn’t last long and it pleased Aemond no end when Jace was given the boot.

Like him, Y.N could never find anyone to settle down with and she eventually gave up.

But there was a sadness in Y.N, and Aemond knew she wanted so desperately to be married and have a family as she didn’t have anything to do with her own and as much as Aemond would fold to the ground quicker than a deck of cards if he ever thought he could get away with asking her to marry him, agreeing to father her child was the next best thing.

And that’s how Aemond found himself a week after he’d made his offer, masturbating in the bathroom.

He was no stranger to self-pleasure, he’d fucked his fist many times to the thought of Y.N, but doing it like this felt weird, he would never admit it, but it did take longer than usual to rouse himself, perhaps it was because it wasn’t something that occurred naturally, Normally he’d wake up with his cock hard and throbbing other times it would happen if he saw Y.N in her short p.js or those damn lycra leggings she was fond of wearing whenever she worked out.

One time her nearly blew his load when he saw her emerge from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, the water droplets still clinging to her-

“SHIT” moaned Aemond, as the need for release quickly shot across his abdomen.

Where was it? that damn pot thingy she gave him. He had to put his seed in there, and then he would hand it to her, and she would disappear off to her bedroom and put his seed inside herself-

“FUUUCCCCKK” roared Aemond only just managing to position the pot to catch his seed in time.

It seemed to go on forever, the jolt of pleasure running through him as he cock pulsed and released endless ropes of seed.

After he washed his hands and cleaned himself up, Aemond took hold of the pot and left the bathroom, Y.N was sitting on the sofa with her earphones in.

“Thank the fuck christ for that” muttered Aemond, his cheeks tinged pink at the thought of Y.N listening to him masturbate, although the thought did make his cock stir in his sweatpants.

“Aemond-is everything ok?” asked Y.N as she pulled out her earphones.

“It’s fine-I guess I should give you this” replied Aemond as he handed her the pot.

“Yes-thank you. I-I’ll be back in a moment,” said Y.N as she quickly disappeared into her bedroom.

Not knowing exactly what to do with himself, Aemond sat on the sofa and thumbed through one of the magazines on the coffee table.

“Tips for women: how to bag your secret crush-what a crock of shit” Aemond as he threw the magazine in the bin.

A few minutes later Y.N emerged from her bedroom, carrying the empty pot in her hand, the knowledge that his seed was now inside her made his cock respond in earnest.

Fuck-he needed to get to his bedroom and fast.

“Is everything ok?” asked Y.N a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

“F-fine, I just need to go to my room. I forgot my phone. Waiting for a work call” exclaimed Aemond as he darted out the room.

The irritated voice of Y.N carrying through the flat when she saw the magazine in the bin.

“Hey-I was reading that”.

As the days stretched into weeks and the weeks into months, Y.N and Aemond embarked on the process of conceiving a child with optimism and excitement.

However, as time passed without any signs of success, their initial enthusiasm gave way to frustration and disappointment. Month after month, they meticulously tracked Y.N's cycle, timed their efforts with precision, and yet, each negative pregnancy test felt like a crushing blow.

One evening, as they sat together in the dim glow of their apartment, the weight of their unspoken fears hung heavy in the air. Y.N's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she voiced the thoughts that had been haunting her for weeks.

"Aemond, what if there's something wrong with me?" she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse murmur.

Aemond's heart clenched at the pain in Y.N's voice, his own fears mirroring hers. "Y.N, don't say that" he replied, his voice laced with emotion. "There's nothing wrong with you. We just-haven't been lucky yet, that's all."

But Y.N couldn't shake the nagging doubt that gnawed at her heart. She couldn't help but wonder if her body was somehow failing her if she was somehow unworthy of the gift of motherhood.

"I know we've only been trying for a few months, but-what if it never happens?" Y.N's voice trembled with the weight of her insecurities.

Aemond reached out, gently cupping Y.N's face in his hands, his eyes filled with reassurance. "Y.N, listen to me. We're in this together, okay? Whatever happens, we'll face it together. And if we need to seek help, then we'll do it. But we're not giving up, not now, not ever."

"Guys, I don't know what to do," Aemond admitted, his voice tinged with concern. "Y.N and I have been trying for months, and-nothing. Not even a hint of a positive test."

Aegon leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, maybe you're going about it the wrong way," he teased, earning a sceptical glance from Daeron. "Perhaps you should try it the natural way."

Aemond's cheeks flushed crimson at Aegon's suggestion, his embarrassment evident. "Aegon, come on. This is serious," he protested, though a small part of him couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's audacity.

Daeron rolled his eyes, shaking his head in amusement. "Aegon, sometimes I wonder if you have any sense of decorum," he remarked dryly, though a smirk played at the corners of his lips.

“Or maybe little brother’s just insecure that he’s shooting blanks, what are you nearly thirty and not one accident-with anyone” laughed Aegon as he took a swig of beer.

“Just because you’ve got fuck knows how many kids to god knows how many different women, doesn’t mean were all like that, I’ve never fucked a women raw, I always used protection” replied Aemond.

“Your not still pissed I offered her my load are you-I was only joking, well kind of-“

“-Aegon seriously. I hate it when you talk like that. Grow up” snapped Daeron.

“Ooo hark at Mr prim and proper over here, anyone would think you had a thing for Y.N”.

“No-as lovely as Y.N is she’s not my type,” said Daeron.

“What is your type?” asked Aegon.

“Men-“ said Aemond firmly.

“-I thought you liked women?” quipped Aegon.

“I’m pansexual-I’m attracted to whoever regardless of their gender or how they identify”.

“Isn’t that what Helaena is?” mused Aegon.

“No, she’s asexual, which means no sexual attraction to others” said Aemond.

“So, hang on, if your attracted to anyone, then why isn’t Y.N your type?” asked Aegon.

“Because she’s my friend and I don’t think of her in that way-“ retorted Daeron.

“Unlike captain slow over here, dude is down so bad he literally offers to father his best friends child” snarked Aegon.

“You should really tell her Aemond-“

“-What? And ruin the friendship, I can’t do that. I can’t lose what we have” replied Aemond downing his glass of whisky and grimacing at the afterburn.

“Have you not considered that she might feel the way?” asked Daeron.

“What? No” muttered Aemond.

“Look listen to your big brother-go home and suggest that you try making the baby the natural way, all this methodically planned shit is clearly causing stress, which isn’t good for either of you-so maybe fucking each other and having an orgasm or two may help”.

“What if she says no” mused Aemond.

“If she does then we’ve always got a spare room for you-“

“-Not fucking funny” snapped Aemond.

“Just make the suggestion-let her make the choice,” said Daeron.

“Ok-but if she says no then expect another roommate” muttered Aemond.

Aemond took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation he was about to have with Y.N. As they sat together in the quiet comfort of their apartment, the weight of their unspoken desires hung heavy in the air.

"Y.N, I've been thinking," Aemond began, his voice tentative yet resolute. "Maybe-maybe we've been going about this the wrong way. Maybe instead of focusing so much on timing and tracking, we should-try things more naturally."

Y.N's brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes searching Aemond's face for clarity. "What do you mean, Aemond?"

Aemond hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the swirling emotions that churned within him. "I mean-maybe we could try having sex with each other”

Y.N's breath caught in her throat at Aemond's words, her heart pounding with a mixture of longing and apprehension. She had spent countless nights secretly yearning for Aemond, yet the fear of ruining their friendship had kept her from confessing her true feelings.

"Aemond, I-I don't want to risk our friendship," Y.N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if-what if this changes everything between us?"

Aemond reached out, gently taking Y.N's hand in his own, his gaze soft yet determined. "Y.N, our friendship means everything to me and if you decide that we should just continue trying as we have been then I will respect your decision”.

Y.N sat quiet for a moment as she thought about what Aemond had suggested, clearly what they were already doing wasn’t working but maybe this could.

Gods she had been in love with Aemond ever since she’d tripped and thrown her coffee all over him. Features so sharp it looked like he’d been carved by the gods themselves, his singular eye was a shade of blue that she had never seen before, he was so beautiful. Initially his face had been twisted in anger and annoyance but then it softened and relaxed.

Admittedly she was left feeling disappointed that he’d not asked her out, and her shyness prevented her from asking him, so she settled for the friendship that blossomed between them.

Having no family of her own, she became part of his and it was truly wonderful. His mother Alicent, wow her curly auburn hair was incredible was quite nice, his father was disinterested and looked like he could play an extra from night of the living dead, his older brother Aegon had more kids than she had hot dinners was a bit of a cheeky chancer but nothing she couldn’t handle, his sister Helaena was sweet and whimsical in a way that warmed her heart and Daeron he was sensible and funny.

But she was a coward, too scared to tell Aemond how she felt, the possibility of ruining their friendship was heartbreaking but it was also the potential loss of his family that added to her reluctance.

Being alone for along time, you think you’re ok with it, just going through the motions but once you experience that closeness you truly realise how alone you are, and it saddened her deeply.

Aemond didn’t seem interested in her in that way, judging from all the women he fucked, at first, she tried to ignore it but then she thought why not take a leaf out of his book and get involved with someone.

Admittedly though giving her virginity to Dalton Greyjoy was a mistake, he barely lasted and to get through it she had to fantasise about Aemond, then there was Jason Lannister, he was a bit better but still a selfish prick.

Cregan Stark was a very giving lover, he never left her wanting, the only problem was that he wasn’t Aemond, and inevitably the relationship didn’t last long.

Then Aemond met her. Alys fucking Rivers. You’d think older would mean more mature, but no she was about as mature as the cheese you would find in the fridge, the blue veiny kind that smelled like feet.

It broke her heart to see Aemond so happy, but there wasn’t much she could do, and she would often escape their apartment whenever Alys was around and cry on Helaena’s shoulder.

Aemond’s sweet sister knew of her feelings for Aemond and often provided a welcome distraction from the disgusting display Alys would often make as she draped herself all over Aemond every chance she got, and their friendship wasn’t as close when she was around.

But then things started to go wrong, and Alys revealed her true self. The lies, the emotional and verbal abuse, even the cheating. But Aemond kept going back to her, time and time again, until one day she and Helaena took it upon themselves to sort that bitch out.

Helaena was the one who talked sense into Aemond and Y.N took great pleasure in giving her a good slap before throwing her out of the apartment.

Things seemed back to normal after that, until Y.N had to tell Aemond that she was involved with his nephew Jace.

If Aemond could have gritted his teeth any harder then he would have broken his jaw, the thing with Jace had initially started when Aemond was dating Alys, and Y.N understood that there maybe issues given that it was Jace’s younger brother Luke who cost Aemond his eye when they were children, but she was lonely and just needed a distraction from her feelings.

Although his posture and hair cut were atrocious, Jace was nice enough, but once again she kept comparing him to Aemond and then began to feel weird about Jace being his nephew and eventually it came to an end.

After one dating disaster after another, Y.N resigned herself to being single forever. Which saddened her deeply, she wanted to get married she wanted children. So, one day she decided why not be a mother, she had a steady job and enough savings, that maybe she could do it on her own. People used sperm banks all the time, so why couldn’t she.

Helaena was supportive and suggested asking someone she knew first, admittedly asking Aegon was a mistake, but it was a request made out of the fact that not only did she know Aegon but due to all his children, she knew his soldiers were marching, it was just the idea of tying herself to him as so many others had done which changed her mind.

So, sperm bank it was, at least they did the necessary checks, but in the end, she had no need for it as Aemond offered to father her child.

As surprising as it was, she was not opposed to the idea. Aemond was after all her best friend and she trusted him beyond all measure, so she accepted his offer.

Explaining the mechanics of the offer to Aemond had been mortifying, especially when she presented him with the pot, he would put his seed in.

Listening to him masturbate in the bathroom though had been a treat, his groans of frustration filtered through the apartment and if Y.N was brave she would have offered to help him, but she was a coward, so she put her earphones in, not like that helped much as the noise he made when he came, made her stomach flutter and her core clench.

When he handed her the pot, his cheeks were tinged pink and fuck he was still hard, she could see the outline of his cock through his sweatpants.

She excused herself, went to her room and did what she needed to do, when she emerged Aemond was hovering in the living room, his eye blown wide and his cheeks red.

Fuck his cock was straining hard against the fabric of his sweatpants, Y.N couldn’t help but move closer to him, but when she asked if he was ok, he seem startled and raced off to his room, going on about his mobile.

“Ok-now where is my-“ muttered Y.N as she looked for her magazine, only to see it in the bin. That fucker had thrown it away.

Over the next few weeks, they continued with their arrangement, but it wasn’t working. No pregnancy ever materialized, and she began to feel like there was something wrong with her, but Aemond supported her and promised that they weren’t going to give up.

She never imagined not giving up would result in him suggesting they try to conceive a child by having sex, but here they were in the living room with the weight of his suggestion hanging in the air.

Of course, it did make sense, but she was worried about it changing their friendship, and not only that she didn’t want to lose his family that taken her in as one of their own.

He said she could turn him down, that it was her choice to make, and it made her heart flutter. She could say no, she probably should say no but the only words that left her mouth was acceptance.

“Ok-let’s have sex” said Y.N.

Aemond had thought all his Christmases had come at once when Y.N took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

“Are you sure about this?” asked Aemond as he closed the door.

“I’m sure-now fuck a baby into me” replied Y.N as she pressed forward and claimed his lips with her own.

The kiss was filthy, it was depraved, and it was fucking amazing. Aemond couldn’t help the small groan that escaped his tips as Y.N’s tongue slid against his.

This was everything he’d ever wanted, and fuck she tasted divine.

Aemond slowly moved his hands down Y.N’s body before roughly grasping her ass and hauling her up against the door.

Y.N whimpered, gripping at Aemond’s shoulders as he slotted himself between her legs, his tongue still invading her mouth.

Aemond pressed himself against the apex of Y.N’s thighs, and he growls like an animal when she reaches down and palms his hard cock over his sweatpants.

“Fuck-“ groans Aemond as he began to grind his clothed cock against her.

“Someone’s eager” whispered Y.N as she flicked her tongue against the corner of Aemond’s mouth.

“Oh, sweet girl you have no idea” quipped Aemond as she spun her off the door and carried her to her bed.

Soon their clothes are abandoned in a haphazard heap on the floor and Aemond was laid between Y.N open legs moving his fingers through her dripping folds as he expertly devoured her with his mouth, his nose bumping against her pearl as fucked her with his tongue.

Gods, she tasted delicious here too. Obviously, this wasn’t required to make a baby but he couldn’t help himself, he needed her wet and wanting.

Aemond loved performing oral sex on women, something his past partners never complained about, but nothing compared to Y.N she was delicious in a way he’d never tasted before.

“Fuck,” squeaks Y.N as she grasps at the back of Aemond’s head, her fingers digging into his hair, holding him in place.

“You’re quite sensitive. Are you going to come already?” asked Aemond smugly.

Aemond alternates between using his fingers and tongue to bring Y.N to her peak.

Y.N arches her back as she comes, Aemond gently sucks on her pearl as she rides out the euphoria of her peak.

“Is that you done baby, or do you want more?” asked Aemond playfully, his chin shining with her slick.

“M-More, please” gasps Y.N as Aemond reaches forward and presses a singular kiss to her pearl before he quickly wipes his chin with his hand.

Aemond smirks as he removes his boxers, his hard cock slapping up against his abdomen,

Y.N looks at Aemond and her eyes widen, he was bigger than anyone she’d been with previously significantly so, his cock hard and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Don’t worry little bird-it will fit” whispered Aemond as he presses his lips against Y.N’s in a heated kiss.

Aemond takes himself in his hand and guides his hard cock to Y.N entrance, pushing in slowly and pausing to give her a moment to adapt to his size.

After pressing a gentle kiss to Y.N’s lips, Aemond pulls out slowly and slides back in, his pace gentle and steady.

“Harder-faster, please daddy I can take it” exclaimed Y.N.

Aemond lets out a pleased grunt and slams into Y.N hard, smiling as she lets out a yelp of surprise.

The pace he sets is brutal, his hips slapping against hers, all the pent up frustration of wanting her pouring out of him.

Y.N moans desperately, as she moves her hips to meet his, attempting to allow his cock to reach deeper within her.

Aemond gets the hint, and quickly lifts Y.N’s legs over his shoulders, using the new angle to drive his cock even deeper than before.

“Tell me how it feels” demands Aemond.

“It’s good, so good-yes-yes you feel so good”

Y.N praises sets something off inside Aemond as he continues to pound into her, the headboard banging against the wall from the force of his movements.

“Aemond, please, I’m close” whimpers Y.N.

Aemond moves a hand down to where the two of them are joined, and rubs Y.N’s pearl in quick circles, dragging her closer the edge of the precipice.

“I never want to leave this sweet pussy–fuck,” groans Aemond as he marks each of his words in tandem with a rough snap of his hips.

Y.N come with a loud, scream, her body shaking underneath Aemond’s as his thrusts grow sloppy.

“J-Just a little longer-fuck” groans Aemond as he slams into Y.N three more times before reaching his own peak, spilling rope after rope of seed inside her.

After a few moments, Aemond gently moves Y.N’s legs from his shoulders, his chest heaving with every breath he takes.

“I-I wasn’t too rough, was I?” asked Aemond.

“No. I-It was wonderful” exclaimed Y.N, her body shaking slightly.

Aemond smirks as he slowly removes his softened cock from her slick cunt, his singular eye fixated on the drops of seed that spill out.

He takes a finger to Y.N’s opening and pushes his seed back inside, delighting in her moan of surprise.

“Can’t be wasting it now can we” whispered Aemond as he laid down on the bed and pulled Y.N to him.

“I guess not” replied Y.N her eyes closed as she smiled slightly.

“Not tired, are you?” asked Aemond curiously as Y.N laid her head on his chest and began running her fingers through the sparse hair that graced his chest.

Y.N looked at him and smiled as she shook her head.

“Good, because I plan to fill you with my seed many times this night-”.

Over the next few weeks, Aemond and Y.N spent many nights entwined in bed, sometimes they didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

Aemond had practically taken her on every available surface in their apartment, he was unrestrained and ravenous.

Never had Y.N experienced such pleasure, that it often left her unable to walk straight, something that Aegon liked to tease her about quite frequently.

But a swift dig to the ribs would often sort him out and wipe that cheeky grin off his face.

Whilst all the sex with Aemond was enjoyable there was a purpose behind it and Y.N was on pins the day her period was due, but it never came, nor did it arrive the next day or the day after that.

Not wanting to get her hopes up too much, Y.N made an appointment with the Drs and anxiously waited for the news.

Later that day Y.N's heart raced with anticipation as she stepped through the door of their apartment.

"Aemond!" she called out, her voice trembling with excitement as she searched for him. "Aemond, where are you?"

Aemond emerged from the living room, a curious expression on his face as he caught sight of Y.N's radiant smile. "Y.N, what's going on?”

Y.N's smile widened as she held out a piece of paper, her hands trembling with excitement. "Aemond, I went to the doctor today- and guess what? We're going to have a baby!"

Aemond's eye widened in disbelief as he took in Y.N's words, the reality of her announcement sinking in. "Y.N, are you serious?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with awe and wonder.

Y.N nodded eagerly, tears of joy shimmering in her eyes. "Yes, Aemond, I'm serious! The doctor confirmed it-we're going to be parents!"

Aemond's heart swelled with overwhelming emotion as he pulled Y.N into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. "Y.N, this is incredible," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't believe it-we're going to have a baby."

But then out of the corner of her eye, Y.N noticed a figure sitting on their couch.

"Alys-what are you doing here?" Y.N managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and apprehension.

Alys looked up, her expression a mix of surprise and discomfort. "I... I came to see Aemond," she replied, her voice faltering slightly. "I didn't realize you would be here."

“I live here” retorted Y.N her voice dripping with venom.

"Did I hear you say that you were pregnant?” asked Alys.

“Yes, you did, Aemond is the father-“ said Y.N through gritted teeth.

“I-I didn't know you and Aemond were-together," Alys finally stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y.N felt a lump form in her throat as Aemond's response echoed in her ears. "We're not together," he said simply, his words like a dagger to her heart.

The realization hit Y.N like a tidal wave, washing over her with a force she could scarcely comprehend. In that moment, the truth of their relationship – or lack thereof – crashed down upon her, leaving her feeling lost and alone.

Tears welled up in Y.N's eyes as she struggled to make sense of it all. The joy of her pregnancy announcement now tainted by the crushing weight of rejection.

Aemond's heart clenched with anguish as he watched the devastation wash over Y.N's face. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the hurt he had unwittingly caused.

"Y.N, I'm so sorry," Aemond began, his voice laced with regret as he reached out to her. But before he could utter another word, Y.N pulled away, her eyes brimming with tears as she fled to her bedroom, the sound of her sobs echoing in the empty space.

TBC

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it's kinda cringe but oh well

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