Okay,

Ahhh Dad!Maegor ♥️♥️

Imagine if all Maegor’s kids inherited their mother’s appearance. They eventually have like 8 but not a single one has silver hair or purple eyes.

There should be more dad!Maegor content out there

Maegor’s children are loud, and rambunctious and fill up every space they step into. Not because there are so many of them, which there are, but because they all seem to him with the sort of energy that a dragon has.

When he has to break up a fight between his eldest two boys, Aegon and Reanar, he doesn’t get angry because they are only acting like two young hatchlings would. Or when his daughter of three hides behind his wife’s skirts he only sees a newly hatched dragon trying to find safety and comfort in their mother. Despite his own wife not being a Targaryen, he sometimes wonders if a small drop of the blood of the dragon has made its way into her because when people look at their children with raised eyebrows or make pointed comments, Maegor doesn’t have time to do anything before his wife does.

Sometimes at night Maegor will lay in bed beside his wife and think about his child. Eight children, more than he could have ever hoped for, and all from his beloved. He wonders why it took until his last wife for him to finally have a child that lived. His other wives carried his children but they were either born without any breath in their lungs or deformed and monstrous.

His beloved had no such problems. She had started swelling with their eldest, Visenya, soon after he had married her and when she was born she was screaming and pink and alive.

Every year since then, Maegor has held his breath as his beloved wife swelled with a new child and brought them into this world. He waited for something horrible to happen. For his children to all catch a sickness and perish, the Gods deciding to give him a taste of fatherhood before ripping it from him. He thought maybe the next one would be born scaled and burnt and silent, but each one was healthy.

Perhaps that is why Maegor didn’t give in to the rumors that floated around the court. The Lords and Ladies loved to talk about how all of his children are missing those distinct Targaryen features. He hears the word stupid when they refer to him sometimes and he doesn’t let it bother him. If it is stupid to love one’s children then he must be the stupidest man in all the land. When he hears the words ‘bastards’ whispered, that is when he does something.

His wife will destroy them verbally amongst everybody and he will watch with a proud smile on his face but later, Maegor has two of his kingsguards bring the person before him. In the dead of night, he will bring them to the dungeons.

He may have softened with fatherhood but his desire to hear those who slander him or his family die screaming has never gone away. When he is done, he always goes back to his wife, but before he does he stops by the chambers that hold his children. He looks in on them and watches them sleep for some time. His eldest barely makes a sound as she sleeps but she splays across the bed, his eldest son and second child, snores loudly and he laughs quietly that a boy so young could rumble so loud in his sleep that he could wake a sleeping dragon.

When he confirms that all of his children are asleep, safe and sound, then does he go to his last and most loved wife. She is asleep as well and splays out on the bed like their daughter but she is quiet as she sleeps. He admires her beauty before he crawls into bed next to her. She is plumper than when they first wed and there is a tiredness that is always with her but that comes with having children. In his eyes, she has only grown more beautiful as the years have gone on.

Before he falls asleep, he glances one more time at his wife. People may whisper that his children don’t look like him. They would not be lies. All of them take after their mother, but they don’t see the young Targaryen’s in the small moments. They may carry their mother’s features but they hold the blood of the dragon inside of them.

The prince of her heart

Pairing: Daemon x chubby fem reader

Summary: Your relationship with Daemon was never easy, but how will the prince react to the announcement of your engagement with a Martell prince?

Trigger warning: English is not my mother tongue

Author’s note: Y/e/n means; your enemy name

For several years you had lived in King’s Landing, you were the eldest of your house, which was of average nobility, your parents had sent you to the capital to allow you to refine your education. Their intentions were most clear, the more noble you seemed and learned to know people of the nobility and the more likely they were to marry you with a house of "great" nobility, such as the Tully house or the Lannister house, They did not hope that you could marry a member of the Targaryen family, as they were difficult to please and the throne game very often deadly.

You lived this education well, it was repetitive and at times boring, but the mestres and nanny were not the most severe. The young lady of your age were the most disturbing, their little comments on your physique had become a habit, you answered them dry but without too much violence in your words, if they had made the decision to be wicked, that was not your case. Even if at times they could be cruel in their words, you told yourself that one day it would turn against them. All knew your attraction to one of the members of the royal family, for they all met to see him when he was in the castle. The rogue prince, Daemon Targaryen.

If you remained in retreat and avoided to cross the eyes of the prince, the other young women did not hesitate to leave their comments in his direction. They annoyed you, every time one of them hung on the prince’s arm or shared one of the rare dances. They seemed like desperately hungry leeches. Your heart was palpitating, you felt a heat invade your head and the top of your body, you felt the blood in your veins both boiling and cooling. A feeling of jealousy pervaded you, for all this years, you had tried to speak to the prince but with each attempt, one of your competitors came to take the light, always finding an excuse to grab the prince’s attention. The only time you had any semblance of discussion was in the largest library in thé red keep. The place had become a sanctuary for you, it was quiet and you no longer heard the chuckles of turkeys, uh pardon the young women, who were obsessed by the prince, you were still young and your feelings and your behavior were impacted.

Over the years, your forms had become established, you were much more round than the others, if some young men were attracted by the thinner women, others had shown more interest in you. This happened more often with young men and older, coming from the north. Like Lord Stark, who at a reception had offered an engagement with his son, but Gregan Stark was just a baby, your parents had responded politely, declining the offer. Deep down, you were both proud to be able to please, but they weren’t the ones you wanted. A form of melancholy pervaded your body, not knowing how to attract the attention of the prince, whether it was a dress of a new color, or a new haircut, Daemon seemed never to see you. With every little glance you threw at the prince, he looked at other people, never looking at you, at the end of the festivities you felt like a ghost in his eyes, but that didn’t completely demoralize you, wanting to focus on the positive events you were experiencing outside of your one-way attraction. Many knights and maids had seen changes in your behavior when the prince was present and if they remained silent when the prince was present. For the most part, you had their support, in any case, those to whom you spoke.

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You were sitting in one of the furthest corners of the library, reading a book about northern tales and legends that came from one of the great "go" of the library. You were fascinated by the history of the construction of the gigantic wall, theirs stories were much more gloomy than those of your home. Recently, you had no time to read a book properly, your parents intended to make you meet several pretenders, you had the visit of a dozen eldest sons, coming from houses of the same nobility as yours. They came mainly from the north of Westeros, although some seemed physically pleasing, you had little in common.

It was while waiting for news about the suitors you had met and potential future suitors, that a shadow slid along the table where was placed the big book bound from a thick leather. You thought it was your servant, but the surprise was different.

A man about your age, with his back straight, his long silver hair cascading against his shoulders, dressing in black and red, with embroidery in the shape of scales stood in front of you. You blinked several times, making sure you didn’t imagine Daemon standing in front of you.

"Hello"

You looked around you, little sure of being the intended person, Daemon had never taken the initiative to speak to you. It was after a few seconds of uncertainty that you answered.

"Hello..."

"Y/n, am I right?"

"That’s what it is..."

You looked at Daemon with a look of little reassurance, the last rumours wanted him to court one of the worst turkeys, pardon "young woman", heart beating quickly, you tried to keep a calm breath, waiting for what would happen, Suspicious, after all you were at the red keep, everything was dangerous, even simple words.

The prince spoke again, not explaining to you why he had approached you, he spoke to you as if you were commonly spanking him. You only listened, answering at a rare moment, unsure of the prince’s intentions, thinking that it would have lasted only that day.

The next day, the prince came back to see you, and the day after that. For several weeks, you had come closer to the prince, the shyness that you could feel in his presence, at first gradually faded. You had not sent a letter to your parents explaining this sudden change in the prince’s attitude, although you remained on your guard a more innocent part of you hoped, that the prince had a real interest in you. You were getting closer and closer to him, watching him during his training, sharing moments where Daemon was reciting poetry, humming songs in the language of ancient Valyria. You could watch turkeys at times, oh.... " young women"... look you with disdain, one of them, Y/e/n was the one who said she was being courted by Daemon seemed fulminal, although continuing to spend moments with the prince, especially during official events, although these were more rare with time.

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You couldn’t believe Daemon invited you to join him outside the castle. This very morning, for two weeks, he had seemed sweeter, taking your hand, taking you for a walk outside the castle. If your reason cried out to you to beware, your heart was pure joy, although the change in the prince’s behavior was not joyful for all, Daemon had been introduced as a commander of the city watch of King’s Landing, He would have angered several families refusing the hand of their daughters, the fathers would have filled the hand of the king, who would have succeeded in granting the prince’s sending, far from the red keep. There was a form of withdrawal going through you when you weren’t close to Daemon. It is the spirit in the clouds that you prepared yourself with difficulty, late in the evening, wanting to take one of the passages that the prince had indicated to you.

In the darkness, you walked in silence in the long and cold corridors of the red keep, wearing a dark and supple dress as well as a long cape with a hood hiding your face. With your hands moist and trembling, you advanced, watching every sound, whether it was a drop of water falling from the ceiling, the murmuring of distant conversations. Every time a guard turned to take the hallway you were in, you tried to hide behind one of the statues in the hallway or one of the huge stone flower pots.

The secret passage was not very far away when you felt a hand resting on your shoulder. A cry escaped from your mouth but was held by a gloved hand. The jerky breathing, the throbbing heart so strong that you had buzzing ears and trembling hands, you tried to free yourself. When you managed to turn around, you noticed that it was one of the knights you had met several times in the castle, the man with black hair and amber eyes had always been most courteous in your presence, he wore a golden fabric on his left shoulder.

"Sir Melmidoc. Why did you do this?"

"It’s more for me to ask you questions, Lady Y/n"

"I was walking around."

"In the corridors of the castle? In the middle of the night?" Sir Melmidoc saw the piece of parchment in your hands, a little dragon symbol was stamped "Oh, you’re one of them..."

The knight stepped back, freeing you from his grip. He seemed both intrigued, sad and angry. You did not understand why he reacted in this way, a hint of fear passed through you when he spoke again.

"It was Prince Daemon who asked you to come and join him, wasn’t it." Faced with your lack of response, he went on. « Don’t go, please, my lady. How can I tell you that?" He sighed. " The prince has no good intentions, for several months, he speaks of a young woman, who turns around and who would pity in him, but not a good pity... »

You couldn’t believe it, even though deep down, your conscience was screaming that she was right all along. With difficulty swallowing your saliva, you had the impression that your heart was going to explode in your chest.

"I’m sorry Lady Y/n, you may not be that young woman, but I ask you to be careful, the prince likes to change women once he gets bored of her. Many people at the castle like you and wouldn’t want to see you unhappy because of the prince."

"Sir Melmidoc... I cannot take your word for it, how can I? If I have to see what’s going on and hear what the prince has to say to me, then so be it."

"I accompany you, a lady of a noble house must not circulate in King’s landing alone."

It is the misting spirit that you have begun to walk, Sir Melmidoc. Your ears were buzzing, you felt a little sweaty, if the prince wanted to humiliate you, you wouldn’t let it happen.

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You had only crossed the streets of the city on foot in the presence of Daemon and by day, at night, the streets seemed to you to be a maze, you followed the drawing plan on the parchment, this one you spanked in the most clean neighborhoods. From the city, knights regularly roamed the streets, unlike the more distant districts where the streets were the darkest where a mixture of cries of sorrow, fear and joy mingled. Sir Melmidoc noticed that you were approaching the place of command of the city watch of King’s landing where Daemon had taken up residence, outside the brothels, the people around you did not seem to pay attention to you, too much to drink or eat or just to feast.

You had stopped in front of a house that seemed empty, the shutters were closed and a faint glow passed through one of the windows. Sir Melmidoc watched you approach the window, it was high because the building was on a natural descent, which meant that to enter the house, you had to climb three steps. The first window was still a good size for you to see, but the light window was higher, you stood on your tiptoes, putting your hands on the windowsill to try to see what was going on inside.

The boards that formed the shutter were chipped in places, which allowed you to see through a slot sufficiently spaced that there was a person in the place. You recognized Daemon’s long hair, he was standing in the middle of the room, a fire was lit in the path, which illuminated the place. The thrilling heart you thought was good, it was there, it was already a good thing. You felt your heart tighten when Y/e/n entered the room, Daemon turned in his direction, you could not hear what they were saying, but the vision of Y/e/n in Daemon’s arms and kissing him was enough for you to stop looking.

Sir Melmidoc saw you moving away from the window, your eyes lost in the void and sad, your lip trembled a few seconds before you pulled yourself together, taking a deep breath you began to walk towards the castle, Melmidoc went towards the shutter and looked, Squeezing the dots they saw Daemon and Y/e/n, the prince had his hands on the young woman’s forearms. Although Sir Melmidoc was tempted to interrupt what was going on in that house, he resumed, escorting you to the red keep like any good knight. All along the way, you said no words, your mind was confused by your reason screaming that you should have been careful, and by the regret of having been deceived so easily.

The red keep seemed dull and darker than the screen, perhaps it was due to your own sadness.

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In the morning, you stayed in your room, delaying your visit to the library, your servant, Anne, tried to encourage you to leave your room, but you refused each time, explaining that you did not feel good, you asked her to bring your meals directly to your apartments, refusing any other visit. That day you allowed yourself to be sad, to do nothing, not even to complain about your fate. You were letting go for the first time since you came here for years.

Around noon, Anne handed you a parchment bearing the seal of Daemon, you let her put it on the table with your meal, you wanted to read the parchment, to be able to read what lies the princes might have told you, but you put it on the coter, not descaling it.

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If at the first moment of your getting to the red keep and the prince’s vision, you were looking to meet Daemon without being too insistent. This was no longer the case when you felt confident to see him face to face. You sent Anne to ask the servants if they had seen the prince, all their answers were negative, until early evening. Murmuring in the corridors, the king had summoned his brother, for a question of violence.

You were standing in the gardens of the red keep, in front of the big old tree, the torches were outside giving orange hues to the too much of the white tree, allowing play of shade, to which you would never have paid attention to the screen, But doing that would allow you to think about what you wanted to say to the prince.

Sounds of footsteps came out of your reflection, the sounds echoed from the only open door of the castle, guards were posted on both sides of it. You turned slowly in the direction of the door, when the footsteps were close enough to see who was approaching.

In his armor, his golden cape lay on his left shoulder and this eternal draconian helmet. Daemon stood at the entrance to the garden, your heart began to run wild, and you kept trying to stay calm. As the distance between you and me was reduced. Your emotions were fighting with each other, anger for having been deceived, sadness, pride, your courage, you had to prevent him from speaking to you, knowing the least of his words, you would risk falling into the dragon’s den.

"Would you avoid me?"

"I..." You took a deep breath. "I came to the place of our meeting. I saw you and Lady Y/e/n."

Daemon seemed surprised and irritated by your revelation, but before he could tell you anything, you spoke again.

"I’m not like all other young women, I’ve heard the rumors that you’re having fun playing with someone’s feelings, I want to tell you that it won’t work with me, I no longer wish to see you, farewell Prince Daemon."

At the end of your monologue, you began to walk, with your back straight and a steady movement towards the point of arrival of the prince, not leaving him time to answer, he called you and began to follow you to the door where the guards prevented him from entering. His cries resounded in your mind all night, preventing you from finding sleep. You were hoping deep down that you made the right decision.

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The days that followed were a real chaos in the castle, the prince if he did not come in person in the castle sent knights under his orders to look for you, even if it meant forcing you out of the castle to speak to him in person. The cacophony that had occurred, had forced the king’s hand to assign you a sworn shield. Forcing Viserys to think about a solution to the prince’s temperament.

This situation was irritable to you, you could no longer go about your usual activities, always having to have your sworn shield at your side, your visits to the library had been interrupted several times by Daemon, he went through the aisles of the library, whether in armor, his golden cape floating in the air, or in more formal clothes in the eternal colors of his house. The more the days went by, the more violent his visits were towards those present.

"Where is she, you mangy dog?"

"We do not know Prince Daemon."

"I know you’re lying to me! Servants saw her come in!"

"Maybe she’s out in the meantime?"

Daemon had caught one of the mestres by the pass, almost choking him, his gaze was filled with a fury that few people had seen coming from the prince. Daemon, released the maester sending him to the ground, he looked around him one last time before leaving the library, threatening the maesters one last time.

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"Dear daughter,

I hope everything’s going well for you, Red Keep, we haven’t heard from you in weeks, we’re worried about you. A letter came from King’s Landing, asking us to come as soon as possible, I hope nothing happened to you.

But if you’re just melancholy, I hope this information will please you,

Your father and I have reached an agreement with the house of Martell, in order to unite our two houses, in the days following the arrival of this letter, if the calculations of the mestres are good, Nymor Martell, the Second eldest son of the Prince of Dorne, will go to King’s Landing, to meet you, we hope that your meeting can be fruitful. For the sake of both our houses.

Be careful, I love you,

Your mother"

You were reading the letter, sighing, you didn’t want to meet Nymor Martell for the moment, but your duty to your family had to be done, whether you wanted to or not. Putting down the letter, you noticed the small pile of parchment bearing the seal of Daemon, if he had no longer come to the castle by his duty as commander of the city watch of King’s landing, it was mainly because the king had forced him to stay there. He continued to send you messengers, even though they remained unanswered.

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Nymor Martell was most charming, although his charm was less pervasive than that of Daemon. He was polite, asked if he could put a kiss on your hand, what you wanted to do at the castle, wondering how your life was in the capital.

Nymor had short hair, jet black and boulée, her dark brown eyes reminded you of the colors of the trees of the forests surrounding your house and a warm tone, He was a little smaller than Daemon, of a half head. His olive skin seemed to have been touched by the sun all her life. He wore the traditional yellow of his family, his clothes were thinner and wider than those of Westeros, his top was very often opened on the top of his torso. Although you always had the image of the prince in mind, you made it your duty to be the most agreeable, Nymor could see the sadness in the depths of your eyes, the rare moments when you really looked at him, but he understood that a marriage arranged was never entirely wanted, That’s why he wanted to be the most pleasant, getting to know you gently. Sending flowers to your apartments, jewels in the style of Dorne, he found the last book that you had spoken to him during the day to start reading it.

If your understanding was easy, shadows revolved around you both. The greatest shadow, was most devouring, furious. If it could have been palpable, a burning heat would have emanated. Daemon, who left several of his knights learned that a Martell prince was circling you, and that rumors about your future engagement were circling in some noble houses, was most angry.

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Three months had passed since your meeting with Nymor, your meetings had continued, for a good part of the days, dining together, strolling through the gardens, you asked him how Dorne was, he told you about his city the Sunspear, of the Old Palace, long days of sunshine, caravans crossing the desert, slowly explaining to you how romantic relationships were different in Dornes, he did not speak to you of freer love, not now, everything in its time.

Your engagement was formalized in a few feathers on parchment. King Viserys was happy that the Martell house was getting closer to a house close to the Targaryen, so happy that he organized festivities there, including a tournament.

Nymor took part, he loved jousting and wanted to show everyone that his future princess was most desirable and that he would do everything to please her. All had heard the rumors about the will of Prince Daemon to participate in the tournament, although Viserys is against, Nymor manages by his charm and his words to make accept the participation of Daemon. You had explained to him in a few words, your semblance of relationship with the prince. He had listened to you, while suspecting that if the prince had become so aggressive, it was because everything was not officially over for Daemon. Because of her pure pride Martell, Nymor got into the head of testing Daemon, because if the prince was still present in your life, you would never have been entirely yourself in Dorne and especially to see how far the prince was willing to go for you. To see if he was sincere positively or that his way of acting had as source are equal wounded.

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The musicians struck their little drums in harmony, many people were present in the stands, many wore the colors of their favorite knights, many people from Dorne had made the trip. It gave tones of golden yellow in the bleachers.

Your parents had arrived two days earlier, they were both happy for your future union but at the same time they feared Prince Targaryen, when they first arrived more than three months in front of the screen, they had seen the actions of the prince, the numbers of parchments seal in your chambers, your mother had tried to have you open at least one parchment, but you had refused, being yourself tugging, knowing yourself enough to know that according to the messages, your destiny would have been changed.

You were seated in the royal stands, the king was in the stow above yours, a free seat was at your right, destine to Nymor if he had to be defeated, in order to attend the tournament. To your left were your parents, your mother sitting directly to your left, holding your hand, feeling her own stress, as you tried to keep a weak smile, masking your fear of a possible meeting between Nymor and Daemon.

King Viserys stood up, raised his arms, spoke, spoke forcefully so that everyone could hear him.

"I know that many of you have travelled a very long distance to attend the festivities dedicated to the engagement of the Martell house and the Y/h/n house, which are proud allies of the seven crowns. I can promise you you won’t be disappointed. Many of theirs knights have trained to entertain you, Prince Nymor Martell, himself to decide to participate. I wish him good luck and that the tournament begins!"

The drums resumed their rhythms, while the spectators shouted with joy. The first knights entered the arena, in their shining armor, their horses henned, dust flew behind them, their squires, retreating passed this cloud, placed themselves at their respective marks, preparing to help their knights in this duel.

The snap of the reins marked the beginning of the duel. The two riders galloped, advancing one towards the other along the wooden railing.

The snap of their spears breaking on their shields made several spectators shout. The knight in front of the Royal Gallery had managed to bring his opponent to the ground.

Several people of the royal tribune applauded, your father himself watched the duel with interest, you suspected that bets were taking place among the nobles, their various and varied reactions throughout the day, confirmed it.

At Nymor’s first duel, your heart was pounding, you would be your mother’s hand, hoping for everything to go well. Fortunately, Nymor was a very good rider, he dropped his opponent at the first blow, barely moving from his horse’s saddle to the sudden blow against his shield.

Nymor wasn’t the only knight who made you react like that.

Daemon, of his black armor, wearing his helmet, with dragon-like wings, red and black crest floating in the air. The prince made a smashing first entrance. He was aggressive in his way of fighting, using cunning to bring down his opponents. At each entrance and victory, he would cast a glance in the direction of the tribune. That look would thrill you and take your breath away.

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«Here is a duel awaited by all! The prince of Dorne, Nymor Martell, will fight the prince of the city! Daemon Targaryen!»

Your heart was pounding, your hands were getting sweaty, your mother would whisper sweet words to help you stay calm. Behind you, you could hear some lords making bets, your father himself had wagered several gold coins for Nymor, while behind you you heard, a Lord placing on the right of Queen Aemma betting for Daemon.

Breathless, you saw the two princes come in. Their armor was the opposite. Nymor’s armor was in silver tones, a golden sun engraved on his chest, his helmet also had sun patterns. The armor of Daemon gave him the appearance of a dragon. His horse with the dress and black mane, gave him the appearance of a conqueror. A Martell – Targaryen duel had not taken place since Aegon… and this one was not won by the dragons. Nymor knew that very well, since his house never fully accepted the unification of the Westeros kingdoms, they were not conquered and would never know.

Daemon looked one last time towards the Royal Gallery, before going into battle. Nymor was quick to react, moving towards Daemon. The sound of their spears shattered, startled you, you looked away for two seconds under the shock, raising your eyes you saw that the princes were still sealed, catching a new spear. This throwing relentlessly in this duel.

Daemon annoyed and frustrated at not being able to throw his opponent, his back dropped by the ruse. Instead of throwing his spear against the shield of Nymor, Daemon leaned to the side taking with him his spear which bumps against the legs of Nymor’s horse. The horse fell forward, Nymor was pinned from the seal and landed on the ground, his helmet still hanging from his head. The spectators shouted their discontent, dissatisfied with the victory of Prince Targaryen.

At the fall of Nymor, you rose from your seat screaming in despair, a trembling hand resting before your mouth. You thought you could feel your heart coming out of your chest, fear growing, you hoped Nymor wasn’t badly hurt. Squires dragged him out of the arena when he tried to get up with difficulty. Mestres were posted in front of the entrance of the fighters, the supported. Your mother kept holding your hand, she tried to reassure you, to make you sit, but you were paralyzed by fear. Powerless to provide helped.

"Lady Y/n. "

This voice... you knew it all too well, you looked in its direction and saw Daemon sitting on his horse.

“I ask your favor, with this one I will be sure to win this tournament.”

You felt a weight fall in your stomach, it was wearing a terrible smile, a mixture of pride and narquois was implanted there.

You looked towards your parents, who beckoned you to accept the prince’s request.

It was with a heavy heart, trembling hands, that you held the small crown of flowers in the colors of your house. You placed it on the tip of Daemon’s spear.

“Good luck, Prince Daemon…”

You were no longer interested in participating in his festivities, to see the end of the tournament. If Daemon wanted to hurt you from the beginning, he had finally succeeded. With the misty spirit, you sat down in your place, under the eyes of several lords and lady.

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Fortunately, Nymor was not seriously wounded, the Maesters refused to see him anyway. The prince of Dorne had been touched in his pride and he had to decompress alone. You left the gallery before the tournament ended, not wanting to see the show.

In spite of everything, you took the hundred steps in the alley of the tents for the participants of the tournament. Night began to fall but you refused to return to the castle, worried about your fiancé. You sat on one of the benches installed in the alley, your sworn shield was at your side and tried to reassure you. A sound of gravel turned your head.

Daemon approached you, his helmet under his arm. Your knight stood on his guard, placing a hand on the knob of his sword. You raised one hand in his direction, asking him to relax. Daemon, once at your height, asked you to speak to yourself. Hesitant you accepted anyway, you had to talk. The last events were too much for you.

You followed the prince, moving away a few meters from the tents. Your heart was palpitating, a ball was forming in your sale. His presence so close to you, made you almost doubt the feelings that passed through your being.

"Are you happy?" You asked this question in a voice, slightly vibrant.

“Why should I be happy? You do not answer any of the messages I have sent you, you accept from being engaged to a Martell…”

“I did my duty to my family. What was I hoping for?”

"Let me speak to you!" Daemon was sincerely beginning to lose patience.

"To tell me what?! I have seen enough!"

“You didn’t see everything! You didn’t see that I was pushing that bitch away! I would have burned her alive before your eyes for hier thinking she was more important than you!” Daemon threw his helmet down. "If from the beginning you would have given me a chance to tell you what you mean to me, none of this would have happened! I asked you to join me that night to tell you how much I cared about you, to woo you more officially, to nail the beak of all detectors!"

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“I still care for you, seeing you courted, did accentuate the fire that burns in your name. I would destroy Dorne so that I could get you back and you could rule by my side!"

You watched Daemon surprised and strangely sad, questioning your own judgment.

"Why? Why do all this? Your obsession?"

"Because I love you!"

The last words of the prince resonated deep within you, spanking the walls that held back everything that had allowed you to hold on to his last months.

Daemon, his long hair floating in the air looked at you with his purple eyes, you could see a form of sincerity in the depths of his eyes. You weren’t sure about your future.

Kinktober Day 1: Begging

Pairing: Maegor x fem reader

Summary: Maegor, begging his s/o for the first time.

Warning: P*rn without too much plot, begging, oral sex (male receive), worship, (you can tell me if I have pass something)

Autor note: Basically I don’t write much content nsfw, so this first day allows me to practice a little. (sorry for the wait, I hope that no miss spelling have pass my eyes) there is no description of the reader, so she can be of all shape

I hope you like it

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It was an hour. An hour that Maegor had just come out of the small council. An hour he had passed the door of your quarters, an hour he had driven out your servants and lady’s in waiting.

His violet look, would have intimidated more than one person, but not you. On the contrary, his aura threatened to slap this heat in the back of your head, and oh how you could feel its effects flowing down your thighs.

In a few steps, Maegor had come closer to you, grabbing your head with both hands, taking you in a kiss, filled with his frustration to pass. This was not one of the kisses exchanged earlier in the day.

He moved one of his hands into the crease of your back, while the second was directed to the back of your head. He did not give you time to think that he walked towards the nearest wall, taking you with him. He moved you against it, you could not stop yourself from moaning, he growled against your lips before turning back his head, so that he could look at you. His eyes were filled with a desire against a background of frustration.

"Maegor..."

"No, not Maegor." His voice was crooked, his breath had become deeper.

"My king..."

"Much better."

Maegor moved your head on the side before begining to plant kisses in your neck, as you could feel his hot breath against your skin, those gave you more and more sense of warm. Instinctively your hands found the way of his hair, he growled again, sucking, with each kiss the slightest piece of skin in its path.

"Mae... Ah!" Maegor had just bit. "My king!" Oh, he knew how to make you shiver and groan.

Maegor moved his hand from your head, to goes to grasp your hips, his sucking went down and was stopped by the edge of your dress. He left a frustrated rumble.

"My king... let me take care of this" Your voice was like a balm for him.

He slowly moved back, his hands still against you. You took several breaths of air, before taking one of his hands and guiding him towards your bed. He sat there, before you even asked him. Gently, you removed the laces that held your dress, letting it fall into a wave of fabrics at your feet. Maegor wanted to take you to him, but you prevented him.

"No my king... let me take care of you..." His violet pupils dilated.

"Good."

His tunic, was the first garment that flew in the back of your apartments. Leaving you the opportunity to see his chest forged by battles, training and scars.

Your hands were sliding on his broad shoulders.

Caressing and massaging all skin and muscle to your touch. Meagor let a moan pass, low but audible. That reaction gave you even more confidence in what you were doing.

His chest was covered with silver hair, it was not hirsute but, no more hairless. It was a second, to touch, and another desire than to simply touching him, quickly found its place in your mind. You hummified your lips under the gaze of Maegor. At the touch of your lips on his neck he trembles, leaving a soft moan passing his lips. You went up on the edge of his chin, the hair of his cut beard slightly stung your lips. Your hands rose from his shoulders along his muscular neck naturally finding their place against his cheeks, when you capture his lips against yours in a kiss more tender than his but no less passionate.

"Let me touch you." Maegor was getting impatient.

"My king, deserves that I take care of him..." the whisper against his ear made him tremble.

You chuckles silently as Maegor hastened to remove his boots. He raised his head towards you, his gaze was interrogative. You just shook your head a little before pushing it so that he was lying on the bed.

Maegor lay on his back, his head tucked in your pillows. You took advantage of it to remove the rest of clothes that you wore before getting on the bed, taking advantage to placing yourself between her legs open. If maegor could devour you at that moment, he would have done it by seeing you above him. He enjoyed seeing every curve of your body.

You let your hands move along his legs still covered in his pants. These pants were starting to become too tight for Maegor.

At each caress, Maegor left behind soft moans. In addition to your caresses, you were kissing and sucking along his torso, letting your tongue trace saliva paths between his pecs, taking advantage of free access towards his nipples. Paying attention to it, which rarely Maegor would be asking of doing, not that he did not like it. Meanwhile, your hands were wagging to free him from his pants, descending your kisses along his bellies.

When you released him, his blood-soaked cock appeared before your eyes, Maegor gave a whimper of relief, while you moaned with pleasure just by seeing him.

The pants were removed and forgotten in a corner of your room. You could not help yourself to take his penis in your hands, caressing it. Maegor raised his head, and growled your name. This vision was a pure paradise for him. As soon as your wet lips touched his cock, Maegor dropped his head into the pillows, growling and moaning more loudly. Your tongue traced along its shaft, from its balls to the tip, tracing each veins, sensing, it jump when you put more precision between his gland and the rest of its shaft.

Maegor wanted to put one of his hands in your hair, but you took his wrists, when you started sucking the end of his penis. Maegor gave a frustrated rumble followed by a groan of pleasure.

The more you took it in your mouth and the more you could feel the muscles of his arms tensing. Your movements were too slow for Maegor, who loved being in control so much he was starting to lose control of himself.

"Y/n... let me... let me touch you..."

"Hm hm." This refusal did not please him, and I would make it clear later, but in the moment, the waiting became a torture.

You removed slowly, his cock and licked his balls. When looking up at him.

"Is my king delighted?"

"You... you make me... crazy! Oh... K... Keep going!..." He looked down at you again, all of his body on fire.

"No."

"No?"

"I am your queen."

Maegor grumbled, he did not want to ask, but the lack of your lips, your tongue, his cock moving, his muscles of his belly contracted as well as the muscles of his thighs.

"Y/n... My queen... P..." The end of his sentence was just a whisper.

"I didn’t hear my king well."

"P... Please..." You smile when you hear it. "Please... my queen... you are... your... your lips... I need your lips... to... to touch you..."

Slowly you let your lips rest on his cock again, and the moment you freed his hands. He placed them on top of your head, while raising his head to look at you. His free moaning was by no means discreet.

The sight of his penis, disappearing between your lips was divine. He was carried away by his pleasure, guiding with more force n, your movements, his ears began to whistle.

You were surprised by his realease, and swallowed to not let it pass your mouth. After a few seconds. Maegor released your head, leaving you to move to lie next to him. With one hand, you caressed his cheek, letting him catch his breath.

"What... have you done to me?..."

"Taking care of you, my love."

"You little witch"

"But you love me" you smile.

Oh how right you were. Maegor loved you, and although he was not a man of words, by his actions he showed it to you. When he made love to you later. He showed it to you.

Hello,

Now that I have post the part 1 of "Not wanted" I can tell you something.

Last sunday I have go to two convention in one the "Made in Asia" and "Heroes comic con". One ticket was good to enter the two.

And at the Heroes comic con their was this autographe session, so few days before thé convention I was "I go or not?". It was only on sunday that I take the décision.

And I go to the autographe of Graham Mctavish.

He was so sweet ! 🥰

And during waiting for him with Friends we have watch Tom Ellis. Yes. Tom Ellis, Lucifer.

He's autographe was a little to high in price for me, but I have watch him in fleech and bones! 🔥🫠😅

So this is the autographe

(and he know how to write my name correctly when their is three way to write it)

(and yeah my real name is Emilie, nice to meet you)

But that's not all,

I have finally find some goodies Hotd, and Doctor Who.

If you can not read the name on the card, I will have the link's to their social média in this post.

So It was Earenwen, see you,

Bye bye 🌿

You are very talented dear! Your fic about Daemon is simply sensational! 😘🤌🏽 Very well written and definitely captivated me. Thanks for giving us such a masterpiece. #Martell anon ☀️

Hello Martell anon, :)

Oh thank you,

This may be due to a slight obsession with Daemon, my brain has a tendency to make it easier to imagine scenes as if it were a comic book or a movie when it’s him.

I try to do my best to write all the thoughts that go through my mind, while remaining consistent.

I’m glad you like it so much. I continue to think about the marital life of Daemon and Martell reader, this advances little by little, I just have to write the thoughts of other future fiction to free up space when they come into my mind. (Like imagining a Daemon x reader in the form of the sleeping beauty after watching the cartoon).

It is up to me to thank you, your messages as well as the few other people gives him courage to continue writing and posting:) so for that I would tell you in my mother tongue, that is to say French.

Merci infiniment 😊♥️

Hoping you have a good day, See you again,👋🏻

Earenwen 🌿

Kinktober 2024

Hello, so in between of the fanfictions i have planned to post.

I have think about the kinktober to work on my way of writing smut/nsfw/kinky fictions. I will try to have each day a post. I have not choice now all the characters in wich day they will appear so if one of you wanted a characters that I write for, for kink. Ask me and i will work on it 🙂

Ps : I will try to write it from 1 to 31 in order. So if there is a day/number that pass and that in this list there is none character been choiced and that I have already write it, you can ask for it and I will try my best to have it post the day after the ask. Two day at max.

(I write for Maegor, Daemon, Baelon, Gwayne, Aegon II and Aemond)

(I write mostly chubby reader, and sometimes i write them neutral)

(Oh and yeah, Minors please do not interact on this please, if you want to read my stuff i have write fanfictions who are not nsfw and are in the masterlist)

So here is the list :

1 : begging (Maegor)

2 : mirror sex (Gwayne, Daemon)

3 : daddy kink (Aemond)

4 : pregnancy (Maegor)

5 : hand jobs

6 : jealousy (Daemon)

7 : shower/bath (Baelon)

8 : anal (Aemond)

9 : sex in public (Gwayne)

10 : hair pulling (Gwayne)

11 : honeymoon (Baelon)

12 : sensory deprivation (Daemon)

13 : threesome (Maegor/Daemon)

14 : Cockwarming (Daemon)

15 : scars (Daemon)

16 : mutual masturbation

17 : size difference (Maegor)

18 : lap dances (Baelon)

19 : glory hole (Maegor)

20 : sex work 

21 : Somnophilia (Gwayne)

22 : mind control 

23 : 69 (Baelon)

24 : double penetration (Maegor, Daemon)

25 : rough (Aemond)

26 : incest (Maegor, Daemon)

27 : face sitting (Maegor)

28 : aftercare (Maegor)

29 : shaving 

30 : spanking (Maegor, Daemon)

31 : masturbation 

Kinktober

4 Maegor ?

Of course it's noted 🙂

Part 6 of "Breathe everything will be fine"

Abstract: While the north is looking for you, you marry Daemon.  

Pairing: Daemon x chubby Fem reader  

Trigger warning: Small mention of blood (Valyrian wedding)

Masterlist : Here

Lord Stark watched the servants and knights of y/h/n wandering around the castle. The servants helping the knights to put on their armor, moving the weapons that were to be sharpened, strengthening the shields, adapting the ribs of mesh. He was walking down the halls, ready to meet your father. He heard it first, his friend spoke loudly, expressing his disdain and contempt for Daemon, that he would go and get you back.  

When Stark entered the room where your father was preparing, he surprised your father spanking the hundred pats. A big taste of sweat fell from his head, his veins were so swollen on His face that it became slightly visible. His eyes were bloodshot. 

"My friend, what happened?"  

"He kidnapped her!"  

"Who?"  

"Daemon! He dared to kidnap Y/n!"  

Lord Stark was stunned, he was still trying to keep a logical mind, you cared about your family, if you had left it was for a good reason, you were an adult, always the wisest, it was true that you had changed alongside the prince, maybe you did follow Daemon, like in King's Landing. Lord Stark did not want an open conflict with the Targaryen, whether it was Daemon or Viserys.  

“Before any attack, let’s find out where they went.”  

“The time to hear from them who knows what he has done to her!”  

“Calm down, your thoughts are not clear.”  

“How can I calm down?” 

“Y/n is a young adult woman who became attached to the prince, just as he seems to have become fond of her.” Lord Stark sighed. “If she left, maybe she left voluntarily.”  

"I will kill him, prince or not!"  

“Enough! I will help you find her, but I will not help you if you hatch an open conflict. If Y/n really left with the prince, ask yourself why. Why is she willing to follow the prince? Why is she willing to be denied?”  

Your father had stopped at Lord Stark’s monologue. He was looking at him with a pulsating heart and jerky breathing. He did not understand how his friend was so calm, troubled by anxiety and anger. 

For several weeks, your family had no news, crows were exchanged between the Red Keep and your family’s chastisement. Emissaries were sent throughout the kingdom to search for you. No news was to be deplored.  

Until an emissary spoke, he returned from the territories near the island of Dragonstone.  

“A dragon resembling Caraxes was seen circling Dragonstone (castle).”  

Sir Reinfrid had taken the lead's of research, your parents had remained on your lands. Lord Stark had ordered your father to stay, he could not help the search without risking a conflict with the royal family.  

The emissary was in front of Sir Reinfrid, he had just arrived after a few days of traveling, he had been sent with others to the area. 

"How long have they known?"  

"At least one moon, Sir."  

"And no one thought to warn the Targaryen house?"  

“No sir, according to villagers, the prince was married and his bride looked like Lady Y/h/n. They thought it was planned.”  

Sir Reinfrid had the impression that his blood was becoming as cold as the northern rivers. It must have been certain that you were married to the prince. He hoped that this marriage was not forced, that the prince was not so cruel and deceitful. But if he had known about past events, he wouldn’t have his thoughts. 

Because in Dragonstorne, concerns were not current.  

A moon rather, Caraxes had stopped at the foot of the castle, Daemon had helped you down from the dragon. As you walked away you turned to Caraxes, thanking the dragon with a gentle voice, he replied with a dull roar. Daemon, who had placed one of his hands in the hollow of your back, looked at Caraxes before speaking to him in High Valeryen, you looked at Daemon curious about his words, he smiled and made you enter the castle.  

Dragonstone is an island being very different than the territories of your family in Westeros, the castle was as different as yours, whether in the grandeur of the place, the decoration, but also in the global atmosphere, the castle seemed to have run out of life for several years. It was as if a happy life had left the castle. It took you several days to begin to adapt to the place, even if you continued to get slightly lost in the corridors, Daemon fortunately remained at your side for a long time, which allowed you to learn to distinguish the corridors, the different rooms composing the castle. 

It was necessary to wait several days before your union, until a priest arrived at the castle. The use of a priest was not mandatory, but Daemon wanted your union to be declared official. This allowed you to set the final details of your ceremonial dress, whether it be a seam or the size of the ceremonial headdress.  

The day had just come up, the breeze was warm, the sky passed from the colors of the night, to other warm ones whether it be red to orange to yellow, as close as possible to the sunrise.  

You watched the horizon, surprisingly you were not nervous, the future ceremony seemed to you most natural, a continuity in your relationship with Daemon.  

A few people were present, several knights loyal to Daemon, a few servants of the castle, one of the two servants who had helped you prepare the same morning.   

Daemon was looking you in the eye, the light of day gave warmer tones to her purplish eyes. Your heart beat softly, the serenity that emanated from Daemon, carried away any trace of anxiety that could cross you. Daemon looked at you with a look that no one could have imagined. His look was filled with a love, a sweetness that few people would have thought. 

The priest began the ceremony, placing a blade resembling an obsidian blade in Daemon’s hand, you smiled tenderly at him, your heart began to beat a little faster, anticipating future cuts, more for the future pain than for the gesture itself.  

Daemon had taken the time to explain to you what a traditional Valyrian marriage was. Telling the story about this ritual, why the Targaryen were getting married less and less in this way, how the ceremony of the seven replaced it. It helped you stay calm and relaxed, while nurturing your curiosity about the Targaryen.  

When the tip of the blade touched your lower lip, only the coldness of it remained in your memory, it was very sharp, there was almost no pain just a slight pressure, and a scratch, you felt a hot liquid flowing slowly, Daemon gently placed his thumb against the cut, collecting some blood. You continued to look him in the eye, seeing his hand approaching your forehead, he left a line of blood from the tip of your cap to the crossing between your eyebrows and your nose. 

Exhaling the air you unconsciously held back, you took the blade from Daemon’s hands, concentrating to keep your hand from shaking, you cut off your left hand on the surface, enough to draw blood, You then gently placed the tip of the blade in the middle of Daemon’s lower lip, cutting his lip, while trying to reassure yourself that it would not hurt him that much. You collected blood from his lip with your thumb and just like Daemon you placed your thumb on his forehead tracing the tip of a triangle. He took the blade from your hands to cut the inside of his left hand.  

With your heart pounding, you were trying to breathe quietly. Your left hands bound by a black and red purple ribbon embroidered with golden yellow thread, ready the Priest to recite the prayer in High Valyrian. 

« Hen lantoti ānogar / Va sȳndroti vāedroma / Mēro perzot gīhoti / Elēdroma iārza sīr / Izulī ampā perzī / Prūmī lanti sēteksi / Hen jenȳ māzīlarion / Qēlossa ozūndesi / Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo / Rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi  » 

The priest handed you a cup, you drank a sip before handing the cup to Daemon, he also took a sip and then gave the cup to the loan. The world no longer existed around you two, no more Westeros, no more accepting or not accepting family. There was only Daemon and you, never could have imagined in your childhood to marry a prince, besides a Targaryen. But now there was no royalty, Daemon was just him, you didn’t want a title, just to be with the person you loved, right now and for the rest of your life. Whether he was a prince, a king, a knight or a thug, it didn’t matter to you, it was the man you fell in love with, not a title.  

His lips came out of your thoughts, when they landed on yours, you exchanged a sweet kiss, your cuts touching, there was a metallic taste in stooping, that changed the slightly sweet taste that Daemon’s lips could have after drinking wine. He placed his free hand against your face caressing your cheek, to arrive at the embrace between your head and neck. Getting you as close as possible, the only barrier being your left arms. You were now united by marriage, this union could not be removed so easily. A feeling of pure happiness invaded you, a few tears of joy made their way along your cheeks. With a thumb, Daemon gathered your tears, smiling tenderly. That smile that was dedicated to you.  

There was no great banquet, loud lords proclaim more or less sincere and convincing congratulations. No big ball and hours of dancing, or even a completely drunk guest.   

The knights had a meal and wine in their guard room, celebrating among themselves. The servants had a day of rest for the most part, some always ready to serve at the least request of the prince or yours, ready to prepare lunch and evening meal.  

You and Daemon are staying out of the castle for a while, enjoying the outside heat. You wandering around the castle, Caraxes watching in the distance.   

You looked at the landscape, Daemon’s hand resting in the hollow of your loins, summer was drawing to a close, the trees were not yet wearing their autumn clothes. The flowers were still in bloom, the wind taking away the petals of them.   

“It’s beautiful.”  

«Not as much as you, my pretty wife» 

You felt that sweet warmth again in your body.  

“I’m sure you’re even prettier without all his clothes.” Daemon had his face close to yours.  

“D… Daemon…” Your heart was starting to beat a little stronger.  

“Don’t be so shy, we’re married now. You’ve certainly pictured me naked, as I’ve pictured you more than once.” Daemon’s face was so close, it bit your earlobe gently.  

You moan softly, a shiver running through your body. Daemon was right, more than once you had imagined what he might look like naked. Several times late at night, after one of your meetings at the Red Keep, you imagined that the night would last longer, that it would sneak into your room and that you would succumb to lust. The gossip of his adventures in the brothels of King’s Landing did not please you very much, but at the same time, you imagined what he was doing there, whether it was you instead of one of his prostitutes. That night, you could discover the pleasures of the pulpit next to Daemon.  

Dragonstone seemed warmer since your union, the castle full of life, the servants like to bet on the time it would take you to give birth to your first child. Whether or not they know if you and Daemon wanted children or not, and if so so early or later. 

The only shadow on the table was an early autumn morning, a knight had gone in search of Daemon, a boat with a group of knights was approaching.  

Daemon was upset, if not annoying. Few matter who these people were, they had better have very good reasons to be on the Targaryen domain.  

The meeting took place on the bridge leading to the castle, You had insisted to be at his side, being calmer than him, you hoped to avoid any eventual overflow. Daemon recognized in the distance, the banners of your house and those Targaryen. He sighed and started pacing, if Viserys had sent this bastard Hightower, Daemon would make him lose his head at the slightest remark. You do grab Daemon’s hand, clutching it, trying to relax him without succeeding.  

The tension in the air was oppressive, you recognized Sir Geubert and Otto Hightower. Daemon’s gaze did not leave Otto, if your husband could spit fire, you were convinced that Hightower would be roasted before even speaking. 

"Prince Daemon!" Otto was not even trying to be complacent.  

"What do you want, you mangy dog?" Daemon had put his free hand on Dark Sister’s knob, ready to draw at the slightest moment.  

“We have learned that you are hiding here as well as your supposed union with Lady Y/h/n.”  

“We are married according to the ancient Valyrian tradition. You can fuck off.”  

"The king summons you both to the Red Keep, I doubt you want to avoid a war between the king and your family, Lady Y/h/n. " Otto turned his head in your direction.  

“My brother will do everything to avoid it, to the point that he would have us marry himself.”

Daemon was more and more annoyed, if Otto was present it was not only as a messenger, he was sure. Otto took out a parchment bearing the Targaryen seal. He stretched it towards Daemon.  

The letter contained a message from Viserys asking Daemon to come to the capital, whether he is married to you or not. He wanted the tensions to ease. 

"We will be present." You spoke for the first time since they arrived. "Now left Lord Hightower."  

“You don’t belong in this field.”  

“He is for the king’s successor, as long as Viserys has no sons, this is my husband’s domain.” You looked at Daemon before you started again. “You’d better leave before I let my husband cut off one of your limbs.”  

Daemon smirk, he was beginning to like the assurance you have, more and more. The cry of Caraxes put an end to hostilities. The great red dragon began to grow impatient, The knights accompanying Otto and Sir Geubert retreated, ready to flee at the slightest order.   

"Are you happy, Lady Y/n?" Sir Geubert spoke.  

You were nodding, more than happy with Daemon. Sir Geubert understood, that he now had to try to convince your family, perhaps that in the end, you had chosen to leave with the prince. 

Translation : (thanks to Reddit) 

Blood of two / Joined as one / Ghostly flame / And song of shadows / Two hearts as embers / Forged in fourteen fires / A future promised in glass / The stars stand witness / The vow spoken through time / Of darkness and light 

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@thestartitaness

ik you haven't really but NEVER apologise for writing the reader as plus size/chubby/fat, 90% of x readers are catering to skinny people even without saying so. I've read countless fics advertised as something with a completely neutral reader only for the author to throw in something about a slim body, skinny thighs or ribs that show 🙄

Hello,🙂

I will Never apologise for writing the reader as plus size/chubby/fat. And if i have done it, it was a mistake of mine.

I am a chubby/plus size person and i wanted to write fanfictions as it was hard to find them, and i find some joy to write them, as it's first, clean my head for others fanfictions, and two, if with what i write i can made peoples happy, then it's made me happy

And even if i don't describe the reader, in my mind it's alway a chubby/plus size/fat personne, the only thing i try my best to do. It's to have the more peoples been able to read it, no matter their skin color, because we all chubby/plus size/fat peoples can have fanfictions of the characters that we love 💕❤️

If you want to talk more about this, you can sens another ask, i will respond quicker this time

69 Baelon ?

Of course it's noted 🙂