I Know That I Must Have Been Blackliisted Because Of My Ask Over Why Peoples Don't Read Plus Size Read.

Hey, dear!if you're accepting requests could i get an imagine/oneshot fluff nsfw(if you write nsfw, otherwise just fluffy is fine) Daemon x Martell chubby fem!reader where they are married and have a very good relationship( they totally trust each other and are complicit in everything), and reader is super sassy and self-assured(don't take shit from anyone) but at the same time she is extremely( at exorbitant levels even) touch starved and soooo needy for him, please ? (with a lot of fluffy)

Dragon and sun

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Fem Chubby Martell reader.  

Author’s note: Hello Martell annon (I hope you don’t mind that I call you that) here is a first idea on your request, I have in mind another idea, the one more focused on a day or a week purely in Dorne, without any passage on the rest of Westeros, just events that would affect the area while giving details on the architecture and how to dress in the area, and for the Nsfw side, I was thinking more of a kind of Headcannon, I sincerely hope that this little text will please you, I still write the other idea I have in mind, leaves a comment even anonymous in the requests.  

And to anyone reading these lines, I hope you will like it and do not hesitate to give your opinion. 

Trigger warning :English is not my mother tongue so i'm sorry if there is mistakes

Dorne had not heard from Blackwater Bay for several years.  

Although the tensions between the two regions had eased following the union of the Targaryen and Martell houses thanks to your marriage with Prince Daemon Targaryen, the number of letters was minute. The news had been mainly diplomatic, on rare occasions it was about a birth or death.  

The last news was that of the death of Laena Velaryon, because of the agreement between Corlys and Daemon, you went there to pay your respects to the young woman.  

If the day had been calm, despite the slight tension between Viserys and Daemon, the evening was more chaotic.  

You watched the scene in front of you, Queen Alicent trying to defend her son from a Rhaenyra defending her sons tooth and nail. He was avoiding that her sons were not those of Laenor Velaryon, only her children did not have the hair of Targaryen/Velaryon and she was lying to herself just like the king who was defending Rhaenyra rather than his own sons, They had to consider him their king and not their father, they were crazy. The very notion of a bastard was different for you, because for many of Dornish, they were the fruits of love, so short they were.  

«Why lie to them? As far as they know no? It will make them suffer for nothing» you thought that only Daemon had heard your words.  

"I don’t need the words of Dorne’s fat whore!" Rhaenyra had left Alicent’s eyes to stare at you.  

You remained calm staring at Rhaenyra, as if to provoke her, you had embraced one of your arms with one of Daemon when you arrived in the room and you felt that he had stiffened during Rhaenyra’s words, you knew how to defend yourself, But it was nice to have a man who wanted to protect you. 

But he did not have time to advance, Alicent had attacked the princess in a few seconds, Daemon stood three quarters, between you and the two young women who were fighting. You understood Alicent’s actions, you yourself would have taken an eye out of Rhaenyra or one of her sons to avenge your children.  

It was not the event that broke the ties between Dorne and the capital, it was the events of the next morning. You did not know the reasons, Daemon had discussed with Viserys then Rhaenyra, but their conflict was bogged down to leave the same morning and no longer receive news from the capital, even diplomatically the following years.  

It was therefore with a suspicious eye that the arrival of a raven from King’s Landing was observed. His interception was quick, as was the reading of his message. Queen Alicent requested your presence with you and Daemon, for Vaemond Velaryon wanted to recover the floating wooden throne of Driftmark, any event witness pass between the houses Targaryen and Velaryon tin guests, the petition for succession was like a sword of Damocles on the verge of falling for Rhaenyra.  

In Dorne the sun was shining, the plants of the palace were resplendent, life was emerging on both sides.  

At King’s Landing, the streets were dull and grey, the knights present were also grey, even the sky seemed dull. Life seemed to have stopped. 

Daemon was like a dragon in chains, he held your hand even before you arrived, but his grip had strengthened the deeper you went into the city, he finally freed your hand to place his arm around your bouncing waist at the entrance of the castle, you placed your head on his shoulder, constant physical contact allowed you both to find a form of serenity, Daemon had knowledge of the fact that you are touch starved, this need for constant touch had become a habit, he soon needed you almost as much, Maybe he wanted to constantly remember that he wasn’t dreaming, that you were real and at his side.  

“If death were to have a home, he settled here.”  

The knights present looked at you as stunned, Daemon noticed it and made you enter the castle quickly.  

The situation was much more worrying than initially anticipated. Religious symbols had replaced the tricephalous dragon of the Targaryen, the places seemed darker, in the air hovered a heavy smell of incense, not the sweet smell of a small use as it was used in the Old Palace, rather as a use to mask another smell, a smell that the Red Keep people wanted to deny.  

The servants and nobles present in the corridors watched you walk towards the apartments of Viserys, murmures were heard. It was clear that through your warm yellow and orange clothing and the symbols of Sun and Dragon embroider in small touches, you were such a blazing color task in a dark grey tide. Their looks did not spank you anything, you kept your head high and your back straight, you watched the steps of some of them, they seemed worried, suspicious. It is true that the events must have been serious enough for the Princess of Dorne to travel in person with her husband to King’s Landing. 

What marked you upon entering Viserys’s room was the great curtain pulling in front of his bed, from which outbursts of smoke came out from the ends and the city carve in stone, the craftsmen had done a colossal job, But a discussion with Daemon occurred to you, it was not craftsmen who had cut all this, but the king himself, the work done seemed even greater to you because done by one person.  

A heavy moan made you look at the curtain, the beating of your heart had just panicked, Daemon was the first to enter, he had a movement of recoil seeing in what state his brother was. At the vision of Viserys, you had a high heart, (want to vomit) how could he still be alive? Heavy bandages covered much of his face, he was thin, so much so that his bones were visible, several teeth were missing and some remaining became black. You don’t grab Daemon’s arm, look your husband in the eye, you were worried about the king’s physical condition, but even more so about your husband’s psychic condition. A slow moan made you focus on the king.  

“D… Daemon…”  

«Yes my brother, I am here, Y/n is with me»  

“I… I’m so happy to see you…”  

Daemon took a few minutes before talking about the conditions of your presence in the castle as well as the war having declared again against the triarchies(the crabs). The sound of the door opening made you turn, you squeezed Daemon’s arm before gently saying that you were going to speak to the person who had just come in.  

Moving the curtain you saw Queen Alicent standing a few meters from the door. You approached the queen, ready to say hello.  

"Have you already arrived?"  

“It would seem fine.”  

“Did you talk to him ?” Alicent looked behind you with a worried look.  

"Yes, how could it happen in such a state?" 

“The maesters are doing everything possible to heal him.”  

Heal? The word seemed strange to you, keeping him alive or poisoning him would have sounded better in your ear.  

«Why not send a raven to talk about his condition? We could have sent Sunspear mestres»  

“We didn’t want to worry you, the conflict between our spouses was always hot.”  

"What about Rhaenyra? Is she aware of it?"  

“We haven’t had mail since Dragonstone for several years.”  

You would sigh, exasperated by all that was going on in Daemon’s family. You continued to argue about ten minutes before Viserys started coughing of what was in your pain and Alicent asked for the presence of a maester, Daemon did not want to leave his brother alone with them, but had no other choice when the time for the interview for the choice of Driftmark’s throne arrived. 

Otto Hightower on the throne was a vision that boiled the blood of Daemon, the king’s hand made you think of the venomous vipers of the Dorne desert.  

All the guests arrived as you tried to calm Daemon down, shaking his hand and whispering sweet words to him and assuring him that you will find who put Viserys in this state.  

The debate was not to last, Rhaenyra seeing Daemon had wanted to stand at his side to have his support but he went forward looking at her so black that he gave you shivers. Daemon was just as mad at the Hightowers as he was at his niece. Vaemond started talking, you listened with one ear, while you watched the position of Alicent and her children. They had grown up since you last saw each other. Aemond kept his gaze on one of Rhaenyra’s sons, turning his face you could see Lucerys uncomfortable. Their own conflicts were bogged down and you say to yourself that no apology had been declared since the aggression of Aemond, you shook your head gently, this conflict could have been partly settled long ago and not continue to gangrene.  

Rhaenyra spoke to cut off Vaemond’s speech, stating that his sons were legitimate from the Iron Throne and Driftmark. His words seemed false to you, and in the eyes of those present, they thought no less of you.  

“You were driven by your ambition, Lord Vaemond.”  

In a sigh you let your thought speak.  

“And she’s the one talking about ambition.”  

“What did you say Lady Martell.”  

«As well as deaf and impolite.» placing you face to face with Rhaenyra you looked at her. “You talk about ambition Rhaenyra while yourself want to marry your sons to their cousins. If their legitimities were not so controverted and there is no truth in the “it is said” about their kinship with Strong, you would not react that way.” Your voice was calm. 

"I forbid you to speak to me like this!"  

You raised an eyebrow, staring at her with a smile on your lips, you just hit the nail on the head and everyone knew it. Vaemond took advantage of the silence engendered to continue his argument, on the ties that united the sons of Rhaenyra to the throne, on the survival of the Velaryon house. He watched Rhaenyra.  

"The survival of the Targaryen house is assured by your uncle and your brother princess. My house is not assured by your sons! Them!"  

Daemon watched as Rhaenyra gradually closed. He smiled in a snide way. She wanted you and Laenor to die, to affirm her capture on the iron throne. But what she didn’t think was that Daemon had no ambition to rise to the iron throne. He had all that he wished for in Dorne and even more, it was by seeing the bonds that were breaking in Viserys and constant conflicts, that he realized that you were with your children much more important to him than a simple throne. He almost urged Vaemond to finish his sentence, the bastards, all knew about it, he had nothing against the children, but it would make Rhaenyra bend.  

"The bastards!"  

A few murmurs began to rise. Rhaenyra wanted to bring her children into their rooms but you raised your voice.  

“No, stay, I’m sure even they know about their blood ties.”  

Rhaenyra became pale.  

"Bitch!"  

“I do not allow you to speak to my wife like this Rhaenyra.”  

You put a hand on Daemon’s shoulder, contacted him calming you both. Rhaenyra was beginning to lose the battle of her sons' legitimacy, although it does not make you hot or cold for her, her sons did not deserve to be raised in persistent falsehood.  

Late at night, shortly after dinner at the king’s side, pride swallow on either side to spend a moment of peace.  

You were in your chambers, Daemon sitting by the fireplace, the sheets around your body you sit gently on his legs, the gentle warmth emanating from Daemon’s body warmed you up in this castle so cold.  

“You know I love you more than a throne.”  

You laughed slowly.  

“Of course, dear spouses.”  

“If Viserys dies…”  

“You’ll want to conflict with the people you find responsible. Whether it’s Alicent or Rhaenyra.”  

“Partly yes, but not without you beside me.”  

"Would you have become sensitive Daemon?"  

“Only for you.”  

You kissed Daemon with a kiss full of love and confidence. You will always be at his side and he is yours. For the moment, you did not pay attention to the castle and the future conflicts that would set Westeros on fire.  

Woaw

Hello everyone,

I have just see that i'm almost at 200 followers and... Thank you, I have never think that there would be that much of peoples who would have follow what I write

So thank you to all, even those who are not followers and just pass by and read.

So I have think about a way to celebrate this, beside changing the design of my Tumblr 😅

I will let you choice

*She care about the bastards as they are part Targaryen so are family for her

I hope you all a good day or night,

(if someone have a other idea to celebrate, i'm all ears)

Earenwen 🌿

Hey,

I have begin to draw on digital media, and even if this draw will change as I will learn about the app. I will show you what I have done 🙂

The mushroom is a character that I have create and is also the first try.

The next is a try of Maegor Targaryen.

It's not like I have Never draw the bear of a men before

It's a first try, and a rough so, with day's and weeks it will change.

Ps: I write, do not worry, next week, I will post a headcanon or a one shot 🙂

I Hope you a good day or night💕

Earenwen 🌿

A question

Oh no, i have just saw that i have forgot to put

Poc reader

Feel free to reblog with yours fandoms, if it's can help people's who want to write fanfictions or are writing ?

I wish you a good day 🍂

I don't read fanfics about plus-size because I don't fit the body type, so it doesn't make sense to me since the descriptions and related problems don't fit me.

However, I think your work is incredible and I know that many girls who fit this body type must be very happy with your stories. Don't stop doing them, I'm sure you've helped many girls see themselves in your stories and feel better about themselves.

Write some without descriptions, so the general public can enjoy your work too, but don't stop doing what you like the most, the Internet is already a very sad and mean place for chubby girls, people who put them in the place of protagonists are essential, of course this is not my place to speak, but this is my opinion.

Good luck with your stories, my dear. ❤️

Hello,

I have take time to watch and response, i needed time away from tumblr.

Thank you for your response,

I love writing, and sometime, it's a very lonely activity. Even more when you write for a niche (chubby/plus size) in a niche(Characters x reader).

I have feel that, it was like people's where ashamed to read what I have write. Yes some have sub on my tumblr, there was a few reblog. And the likes. But even less people's that have interract with me.

When I have begin to post, it was to share, and try to have interractions, but I feel, that if I go to people's who have likes. It's too much. If they wanted to interract with me, they would have done it before. And I cannot be angry at them, not that I want to be. It's just that...

It's hard and lonely,

I don't bite, i don't attack or anything like this. I'm just happy to have interractions. And have live rejections so much in my live that... I don't go to people's, so I'm even more alone, in my niche in a niche.

Sorry for the long response (time and length)

I hope you a good day/night

Earenwen

Details for requests

Day 1 : Begging

Day 2 : Mirror sex

Day 3 : Daddy kink

Day 4 : Pregnancy

Day 5 : Hand jobs

Day 6 : Jealousy

Day 7 : Shower/bath

Day 8 : Anal

Day 9 : Sex in public

Day 10 : Hair pulling

Day 11 : Honeymoon

Day 12 : Sensory deprivation

Day 13 : Threesome

Day 14 : Cockwarming

Day 15 : Scars

Day 16 : Mutual masturbation

Day 17 : Size difference

Day 18 : Lap dance

Day 19 : Glory hole

Day 20 : Sex worker

Day 21 : Somnophilia

Day 22 : Mind control

Day 23 : 69

Day 24 : Double penetration

Day 25 : Rough

Day 26 : Incest

Day 27 : Face sitting

Day 28 : Aftercare

Day 29 : Shaving

Day 30 : Spanking

Day 31 : Masturbation

I want Barbie to make more money than avengers infinity war on opening night.

Incertitudes

----Masterlist----"Rules" for request----

Part 1

Pairing : Daemon x chubby fem reader, Nymor Martell (oc) x chubby fem reader

Summer : Y/n tries to stay focused on her engagement although troubled by Daemon’s statement.

Trigger warning : English is not my native language. I desperately need a beta reader.

Author notes : Hi, "incertitudes" is uncertainties in french, if you don't want to Google translation

The sound of the wind shook the canvas of the tents, a smell of dry earth, steel and flower floated in the air, very few people passed through the alleys of the tents, Sir Gervesot your sworn shield was placed about thirty meters from you two and watched your exchange on his guard. The sun was shining in the sky, under other circumstances you probably would have enjoyed this moment. But it was the trembling hands, your buzzing ears and your heart pounding so hard, that you felt the beats in your temples, that you reflected on the words of Daemon.

"You say you love me." You just whispered his words.

"Yes, of all my being."

"What do you know about love?! You hurt my fiance! He did nothing to you! I would never have assaulted one of the women you sleep with! That’s not love!" A fury unknown to you until then had just shown his nose.

"What do you know about love?"

"Because I love you! I was ready to turn the page that wasn’t even written, I would have let you love another... I’d rather be unhappy and see you happy with another. That’s love... As long as the other is happy, that’s all that matters..."

"Do you think you’re happy with this prince? He won’t bring you everything I can give you."

"I don’t know if I would be in the future, but a throne is not what I want..."

"What do you want?"

"Faithfulness? Loyalty?... I don’t know, but not all the riches of the world... They’re worthless if... If you’re afraid of losing the person you love to someone else..."

Tears were running down your cheeks, you were angry with the prince and at the same time, a part of you was screaming that you finally had what you wanted. Daemon was initially frustrated with your response, but as you began to cry, a form of guilt began to gnaw at him. The prince raised his hands to try to hold you in his arms, but you stepped back, raising your arms to avoid any physical contact. Your sworn shield by your cries had approached, hand on the pommel of his sword, the cracking of branches and grass indicated to you that it was close.

"Y/n..."

"No Daemon, I... I can’t... I’m engaged now... I can’t do this to my family."

Daemon watched you slowly recede, like a wild animal in front of a predator, his own heart pounding, your look showed how badly you were wounded, the prince himself was no longer sure of what he had to do, he could not let you go like that. He had to make up for it, if it wasn’t beating that "Nymor" in a tournament, he had to find another way to win you back. He was heartbroken when he saw you leaving in the direction of your fiancé’s tent, but at the same time, another fire began to burn in him, much stronger for you.

---

The tent of the Martell house was a flamboyant yellow outside but a more ochre yellow inside, some furniture was placed there, a table where several chairs were placed, several arms racks and armor stand, wooden pillars maintained the roof of the tent was visible and locations for wrought iron lamps were embedded in it. A silk curtain separated the tent in two, you looked around you, looking for Nymor, Sir Gervesot remained at the entrance of the tent, ready to intercept any incoming people.

You walked quickly towards the curtain, placed one of your hands on it, moved the piece of cloth on the cotton, heard a sound of movement and a grunt.

"This have to stop, leave me alone."

"Nymor..."

"Y/n? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be enjoying the festivities?"

"I was worried about you."

Nymor, who was lying on a bunk, got up hearing you. His curly hair was mixed and ruffled, his face had small wounds on the right corner of his head, all had been treated by the mestres, none would leave scars. His armor was on the ground beside the shirt he was wearing underneath, moving everything by the mestres. The top of his body was covered with a thin, simple shirt, without frills.

The Prince of Dorne raised his arms inviting you to approach, it is in a few pat that you run away in the arms of your fiancé, a weight weighing on your shoulders began to fall, you placed your arms around his torso, clutching him like a life buoy. Nymor began to gently stroke your back with one hand.

"I... I saw Daemon..."

You looked up, watching Nymor’s reactions, but he seemed thoughtful, you continued.

"We talked, I think... he... he explained his point of view to me... and finally told me that he loves me..." You felt Nymor’s hands clench against you. "I told her it wasn’t love... You don’t hurt the other for love..."

"Do you love him?" Nymor looked at you with her brown eyes.

'It’s not even six moon, but I... I think part of me always have him in mind, even in a tiny way. I’m sure you still have a part of your last love in you."

"That is true."

Nymor laid his head against yours, gently kissing your forehead. Prince Targaryen did not seem to be a person abandoning so easily, the goals he had set, the dornish prince, understood that your stay at King’s Landing had to be shortened, the faster you will go to Dorne and the faster, Daemon would stop in his shenanigans. A war with Dornes was not permitted for the crown, and this both princes were concise about, but only one was impulsive enough to trigger it. You stayed several hours beside Nymor, when he asked what had happened during the tournament, you explained to him that you had no heart to watch. You felt relaxed near Nymor, much more than with Daemon, in the presence of the Targaryen, a part of you was always vigilant, not of fear, just instinctive.

When night came, you proposed to the dornish prince to accompany you to the red keep, which he quickly accepted. Although his ego had been wounded in the face of his defeat. Your presence had appeased him. It is hand in hand, Sir Gervesot follow you, that you would go to the castle, which had several windows illuminated by the light of the torches. The light in the banquet hall was most flamboyant. You looked at Nymor and then at the banquet hall.

"Why not eat together? I don’t want to be around so many people."

"That’s a great idea."

With a glance and a smiling accomplice, you continued to walk, without suspecting that several knights in the golden cape were looking towards you. One of them goes on a brisk march through the tents, entering the largest and darkest of them. A most suffocating heat reigned there.

"My prince, they have returned to the castle."

---

The next morning, Anne came to help you prepare for the second day of jousting. Although Nymor had lost, you made the decision to dress in the color of the house Martell, a few days before, the dornish prince had offered you a sumptuous dress of a vibrant yellow, suns were placed there in small golden touch, your décolleter flattered your chest in its cut, the bottom of the dress was long the almost invisible folds allowed to have amplitude in your movements. There were no long sleeves or short sleeves, just two strips of fabric running through your shoulders leaving them bare. Such a dress was rare at King’s Landing, almost non-existent, only people from Dorne or Essos wore it. You complimented your outfit with a golden jewel where your favorite gemstone was in the center and a golden bracelet decorate with a sixteen-pointed sun.

You were supposed to have breakfast with your parents and Nymor, but Anne’s arrival changed your morning plans somewhat. King Viserys and Queen Aemma wished to discuss at breakfast and added themselves to the table. It bothered you a little bit, but you breathe quietly, trying to relax before you leave your apartments.

In the hallway leading to the dining room, you met Nymor, her short and curly black hair was stylized in a natural way, her curls falling in harmony, her dark brown eyes were lightened by the rays of the sun, giving her an almost mystical look. The wounds on his face were barely visible, from a distance his olive skin was almost read, it is by approaching him to say hello that you saw the wounds. He was dressed in a pink tunic with finely detailed floral motifs, the borders of the tunic was decorated with another fabric, the color of a yellow ochre also covered with floral motif. Nymor wore a black leather belt, where straps held the sheath of his sword, fine chains were hanging decorating with golden sun. His pants were very dark brown, in a very resistant fabric. The prince took your hand and kissed you, before offering you his arm and continuing your way.

"Hello Y/n, you are most radiant."

"Hello Nymor, I return your compliment."

You smiled at the prince, your heart beating quickly, you felt a slight warmth rising in your body. Nymor’s sweet voice and her courtesy always managed to remove your sincere smiles. Daemon could do it, too, but you had to forget about it, the good of your home depended on it.

"In Dorne you will no longer need to have a knight. I will not let anything happen to you and the old palace is very nice and very well protected.”

Nymor looked behind you, casting a glance at Sir Gervesot, you gently shook your head, smiling in a corner, thinking that he had recovered from his pride. You did not have time to answer him that you arrived at the doors of the dining room, open, surrounded by two knights post to the guard. The interior was visible, you could see some serving finishing the preparations, the wine pitchers placed on the large table, Nymor looked at you, whispered sweet words to your ear before entering the room.

The dining room was lit by sunlight, a large window allowed to see the roofs of red orange tiles of the city of King’s landing. Tapestries were hung on the walls and carpets placed on the floor. Nymor had pulled your chair out of gallantry before sitting to your right. You placed one hand in his, waiting for the last guests to arrive.

It was first your parents who arrived, wearing the colors of your house, followed a few minutes later by the king and his wife. You got up at the king’s arrival, you let go of Nymor’s hand at that moment. The modesty that reigned in the castle contrasted with the words of several lords and even the king. Protocol was protocol, even though it might seem absurd to you.

---

The breakfast went without a hitch, Queen Aemma congratulating you on this future union, rejoicing in the complicity she had seen between you and Nymor. Viserys spoke much more with your father, talking about the wedding preparations, the wedding night, the future festivities related to future births. Your mother was talking to Aemma and Nymor, giving you a few glances. A few laughs were exchanged when Nymor recounted life at the Sunspear and the day when his little brother Qyle fell into the summer sea water escaping the nanny surveillance. If the atmosphere was warm, it quickly fell to the mention of a person.

King Viserys, between a sip of wine and a piece of lard, spoke in an unbearable tone.

"After your marriage, Daemon may finally leave you alone, Lady Y/n. Yesterday’s demonstration at the joust meant disproportional doubt." He stared at Nymor. "I’m sorry he behaved like that yesterday."

You put your right hand on Nymor’s left thigh, the prince’s touch reassured you. As for Nymor, he was tense, with a tight smile he thanked the king. You might have thought that everything that happened in the red keep was meant for you to think about Daemon, that it was the scrolls that were always present, that haunted you at night, the colors of the Targaryen house, the gardens and the library where you were often found alone and now the king himself.

The rest of the breakfast happened slowly for you, you are the only comfort being the looks of your mother and the presence of the prince of Dorne.

---

The birds were singing, the cries of the crowd came to see the continuation of the jousting tournament, made you smile slightly, your parents and you had resumed your places, Nymor had settled on the empty seat to your right. During the fighting, he spoke to you in the ear, gently caressing your hand, the fighting was intense, several knights from the noble houses of Dornes had managed to arrive there, your fiancé, explained to you what were his houses, Adding a few little gossip of all kinds, making you laugh part time. You also went on to explain the gossip coming from the corridors of the castle, explaining the noble or rare warrior reasons for their titles. Several nobles present in the bleachers opposite the royal bleachers, noticed the complicity linking you.

But your bubble was shattered upon the arrival of a knight his spear bearing your favor. Nymor shook your hand, watching the prince march to his starting point. Surprisingly, there was no look towards the stands, no smile. Just, A warrior ready to fight. His fighting style had not changed since the day before, he was always aggressive, maybe less than in his fight with Nymor, but enough to bring down most of his opponents on the first try.

His toughest opponent was a knight fighting for House Stark, both were falling off their horses and fighting with swords. The two knights had managed to make it to the final round and neither participant had decided to lose. The sword strokes were raping, pieces of armor were torn from where to sink, Daemon’s helmet had flown during an attack, miraculously for him without injuring him leaving his long silvery hair flying in the wind moving with a supple movement on each dodge.

His opponent rushed towards him, taking him by surprise, and he was thrown to the ground. While he wanted to give her a sword stroke, the knight gave her a blow in the wrist, the prince released Dark sister under a moan of pain.

On the ground, Daemon cast for the first time a glance towards the royal tribune. He saw Viserys staring at him, smiling in the corner. Otto focus on the fight without commenting on anything. Aemma worries about the turn of the duel. Dropping his gaze. He saw this prince of dorne right on his chair, watching him back. He saw you, your hand gripping the dornish, your outfit in the color of the Martell. Daemon felt her heart tighten, you wore the colors of your fiancer and you were most beautiful. Your whole body expressed how worried you were and Prince Targaryen hoped it would be for him. A last breath of bravery passed through him, he observed the knight above him, his head was hidden by his helmet but he could feel the perspiration of it. With a look of disgust, Daemon managed to get himself out of the grip of his opponent, took a dagger out of his belt, he planted the blade in the left thigh of his opponent, who screamed under the pain. Heart pounding, Daemon took advantage of this diversion to catch dark sister, he got up with difficulty, pointing his blade towards his opponent.

"Give up or I’ll kill you."

The knight looked at Prince Targaryen, he wanted to take the blade out of his thigh, but a high heart prevented it. It was after several seconds of thinking about his possibilities to regain control and defeat Daemon, that the knight dropped his arms, declaring forfeit.

The spectators began to howl, waving flags of various colours, many of them in the colours of the Targaryen house. The shouter (sort of animator) entered the arena, grabbing the prince’s wrist, he raised his arm and proclaimed that Prince Daemon was the great winner of this tournament.

On your side you were experiencing your own battle, your feelings were most confused, between the worry, the pride that he won the jousting tournament, but also the remorse to feel such emotions in destination of someone other than your fiancer. One of your legs was shaking, your breath was jerking and your hand was shaking Nymor’s hand with force. You thought it would end here, that you’d go back to the castle and just celebrate the end of the jousts. But it made sense to count on the winner’s reward. That reward you had forgotten.

Servants had approached the prince, holding a wooden box close. By opening it all could see case inside stood a crown of flowers, flowers from Essos, they were beautiful, they were rare flowers that grew on the edge of the great desert.

You thought Daemon would refuse the reward and leave without it. But he took off his gloves, gently lifting the crown, he spent two minutes watching it before looking towards the stands. The prince advanced calmly, holding the crown towards the stands. All the people in the royal stands hoped the prince would offer it to the queen.

"Lady Y/h/n, your favor has kept me lucky throughout these battles, I want to name you queen of love and beauty."

Your heart was pounding with disturbing force, you thought you had imagined this moment, a part of you hoped for it, but another much louder screamed to accept, to come down from the bleachers to congratulate him. You looked towards your parents who were staring at Daemon, then your gaze passed over Nymor who was stretched on his chair, you shook his hand, trying to get him back, he shook his head before looking at you. With a little smile he loosened his grip on your hand, inviting you to accept the prince’s gift.

It is hesitant that you rose, letting the bottom of your dress float in the wind, arriving at the railing, you knelt down to take the crown from Daemon’s hands. As your hands touched, a very light electric shock ran through you. Daemon took your hands in his.

"Don’t forget my words, Y/n, I love you, with a love I’ve never felt before. Give me a chance."

You stayed several minutes so, your hands touching, looking you in the eyes, his purplish gaze managed to hypnotize you and had much more strength than you had imagined in the screen. It was the king’s speech that separated you. In it he congratulated his brother for having won. But you listened only little to him. Disturbing to touch each other, words from the day before Daemon, to look at each other. You rose slowly, returning to your place, you placed the crown of flowers on your lap, although your mother urged you to wear it on your head. It was the look in the void and the misty thoughts, that you returned to the castle, to prepare for the great closing dinner of the jousts. You did not know if the prince was present by his banishment, but he was the victor, so it remained uncertain.

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In your chambers, you waited for Anne, the crown place on the table to quote parchments of Daemon. These had become forbidden fruits, your body was attracted by the scrolls, your reason cried out to you not to read them, your hand stretched out towards the small pieces of parchment sealed with the acronym of Daemon, you could smell the smell of parchment so present in your room, some gave off very light smoke, your heart beat inconsistently.

If you couldn’t move on from her parchment scraps, you never could with Daemon. It was taking a deep breath that you went to lock your door before you started looking for the very first parchment, sorting them by age, this was not easy, but the yellowing of the parchment helped, it being darker when older.

This small parchment, was like the grail, or rather the single ring. Hesitant, trembling hands, gasping for breath, a hint of perspiration flowing from your forehead.

You opened it up.

Finding out what the prince had to say to you. Think you’re ready for what you’d read.

Oh, oh how wrong you were.

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It's kinda funny when you get a bunch of likes but no reblogs like I enjoyed your post but I'd prefer if no one else saw it

Is this a bad idea? Yes.

Okay. I have just play "Single's inferno" game that you can play when you have Netflix and...

This game have hit my nerve, i enjoy playing it but at the same time, I'm just in a "why did we have to take that decision? " "Why Gun-woo is becoming just a asshole ???" "Chae-won....*#%*"

(If you don't know what is "Single's Inferno" it's a dating show, on Netflix where single peoples goes on a island named "the inferno/hell" where there is food but the minimum, there is moment where peoples can talk, there is activity but no luxury. And there is the "Paradise" where peoples goes in "Couple" to learn more about each other like their Age, their jobs and privacy that they cannot tell on the island. And during this show they have to find love, with few peoples coming during the adventure. So more love interest possibilities)

I think that I will write a fanfiction to free my mind over what i would have prefered to happen, and why not made it as a Au of all asoiaf? The characters can came from all the time-line of the universe.

The fanfictions will be with multiple choices, so each love interest (men and woman) could be choiced with differents dates and interactions, the first chapter will be neutral with multiples choices at the end so there will be multiple chapter 2 for the differents interractions. And of course a line/road that will be in common. I will write it without describes the body of the reader (I will also post that fanfiction on Wattpad if some would prefer?)

I will have few survey (I'm not sure for the word as in french is "Sondage" and it's have multiple translations in English ^^")

The first is this one, then I will put more with the characters that you would like to see in the fanfiction.

(If you have not watch "singles inferno" and can watch it, I recommend it, as I'm not someone who love that kind of show generally, this one have hit me, so maybe you will like it too?)

Ps : I don't forgot about the smut of Daemon, it's coming 😘

Ps 2 : If someone would like to talk about this you can Dm me, I do not bite.

Ps 3 : For this kind of fanfiction I would be in need of a beta reader, not only for my orthographe, but also, so I could keep in mind all the past actions of the multiple chapters.

(I write this before any vote)

If none are interested, it's fine, if only one is interested and don't want want to interact with me, okay.

I will mostly write on my own, if none are interested