House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

The Dragon slayer - Part 9 - Viserys x Daemon x Reader

Daemon took a seat and watched his brother. Viserys having seemed to have drifted off into his own world, as (Y/n) made her way into an adjacent room to dress. He wasn't sure what he could be thinking. What could be going through his older sibling's mind. What his plans could be next for the woman that claimed to be their father's bastard daughter. But he knew what his own mind was thinking. What images there were in his minds eye.

Despite all she had done and said to him since they had met. Despite how she had done nothing but belittle and berate him. How she had made him look like a fool in front of the Lords that so desperately clung to his brother's coattails, and sought favour, there was something about her. Something that was so different to the ladies and the whores that would normally catch his eye. But it wasn't the fact that she had been able to withstand dragon fire, coming through it without so much as a scratch. Nor the fact that she was undeniably a beauty. No. For some reason, it was the fact that she did infuriate him. That she did test him. That she did push him, that made him feel the way that he was feeling. That made him want to burst into the room that she was currently in, bend her over the nearest piece of furniture, and fuck her until she screamed out his name. Until he spilled his seed inside of her. And then, when they were both panting and covered in sweat, he would turn her over and fuck her again, leaving the signs of who she belonged to across her skin for every other man to see. For despite her birth, despite himself, Daemon had to confess that she was a true dragon. One that possessed the heart of the beast.

"Viserys.................?" Daemon finally said, as he did his best to chase away the images of himself punishing the dragon slayer. Sure, that he could feel the sting on his palm, as he imagined bringing it down on the cheek of her rounded backside. Sure, that he could feel the warmth as he thought about pressing himself against her and wrapping his hand around her throat.

"Viserys.................?"

"What..........yes.............?" The king finally replied, as he turned to look at his younger brother.

"What are you going to do with her.................?"

"Yes, Viserys.......what are you going to do with me. I am sure that I am as interested as your brother is, to know of what you have in store for me now.........." A voice interrupted. Both men turning to see (Y/n) return to the room and take a seat. The gown that the guard had managed to find, just tight enough to accentuate the swell of her backside, the sweep of her hip, and the roundness of her breasts. The brother's having to admit that it very much suited her.

Slowly Viserys got to his feet and made his way to his model. Brushing a little dust from the top of one of the towers. He knew that there probably wasn't much that he could do if (Y/n) didn't want to stay. That given what he had seen her do, with one word from her, every dragon in the capital could take to the sky and burn Kings Landing to the ground; so he knew that he had to step lightly.

"I would like you to stay here in Kings Landing................"

"As your prisoner......................?"

"No...........as my guest..........my.........my sister. I wish for us to know one another........." Viserys replied, as he turned to look at her. (Y/n)'s eyes moving between the king and the prince who sat across from her.

"So.........you want me..........a convicted slayer of dragons, a woman that has already ripped the heart out of three of the beasts, to stay with the dragons? To remain here in this...........glorified mausoleum, as your guest..........your sister. To learn all about your youngest sibling. And what next...........will you give a bastard the title of princess.........? I cannot imagine that any of that would go down well with your small council. I can only imagine what the likes of that poison dripping Otto Hightower would have to say about that. I am a bastard with no name, no father to bestow one on me, nor a place to name myself after..............."

"You could have one.........you could even be named Targaryen............"

"What? You would do that by some kingly decree? And why would I want that? Why would I be interested in having that name..............?"

"No, you could have it by marriage............"

"Marriage? Me marry............? And whom do you suggest that I marry myself to.....?" (Y/n) interrupted, starting to laugh as Viserys looked at his brother. Daemon quickly getting to his feet, ready to protest.

"You wish me to bind myself to this...........to this?..........A man that spends the majority of his time in the most down-trodden area of the city. A man, whom in my opinion, is as much like the area that he is called lord of, as it is possible to be. Even from here I can smell him. The odour of shit from the pigsties, the stables, and tanner's workshops, mixed in with the stench of winesinks and the whores that frequent them, oozing from his every pore." (Y/n) growled, as she glared at Daemon, who in turn was glaring back.

She had to admit that teasing the rogue prince was already something that she was quite enjoying. There was something about the fire in his eyes, about the snarl on his lips whenever she would fire a shot in his direction, that gave her quite a thrill. (Y/n) was already surprised at how different the brothers were. Viserys was the eternal diplomat; happier to find a peaceful conclusion to a situation than have to resort to conflict. In fact, she might even describe him as a good soul. But Daemon, oh Daemon was a very different matter. He was quarrelsome, difficult and never the one to miss out on a fight. The dragon slayer having to admit, if only to herself, that she could see herself in him. But, she also had to confess that he was interesting. That she thought of him as...........handsome. And in her cell, she had found herself wondering what it would be like to be kissed by him. What it would be like to scream out his name as he fucked her.

"Do you really think that this milksop could handle a woman like me..........?" (Y/n) continued, her question addressed to Viserys, yet her eyes firmly on the fiery orb of Daemon.

"I would tame you.............." Daemon spat back, banging his fist on the table in front of him.

"Oh, now that is something that I would like to see..........." (Y/n) hissed in reply, before turning to look at Viserys.

"Fine...........I'll marry him.........." The dragon slayer added with a smile before taking a seat. Her sudden agreement, leaving both men speechless.