#alpha!daeron

Imagine making your way to Daeron's chambers late in the night, hazy and tired and dripping and just needing him. The Prince is surprised and hesitant in equal measure when he sees you've made your way to him like this and sought him out specifically. He has fantasized about you in the past, of course, but never acted upon his buried urges. He's had two kinds of thoughts about you and always felt that familiar pang of guilt all the same. Perverted thoughts that meandered through his too late evenings along too much drink, and the rare dream of you inbetween his usual nightmares, which was always welcome. Daeron comforts you, holding your trembling body close. His warm hands run through your hair and you close your eyes and lean against him. Your wanton scent is the only thing stirring him from his usual daze this dark night. His deft fingers slip below your sheer gown and between your thighs. They linger when he finds how soaked you are. He clears his throat, unsure of himself before breathing you in again. This is a novel way to sober up, he thinks to himself. His fingers tap at your soft thighs before he rubs your sensitive spot between them. "Is this what you need, sweetling?" he coos, a thin sheen of sweat across his brow. He's trying to hold back, trying to be patient. He doesn't want to overwhelm you. You're already a mess, he can see that. All you can do is moan in response, feeling so broken, but certain he can help put you back together. Or maybe you need to fall apart in his touches. Maybe it's all the same. You're too needy to tell the difference right now. You squirm when he reaches lower, his fingertips rhythmically moving up and down your slick folds. His dulled senses come further alive when he swipes up a lick of your wetness onto his fingers. You taste better than any wine. On this night, he feels like a man renewed. He's throbbing for you now. Throbbing and patient. Doesn't want to scare you off. One hand is back in your hair, soothing you further, but also helping to keep you still. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead, smiling to himself. He feels so useful, so needed. Some innate part of him experiences a primal satisfaction he hasn't often felt.

i really love writing dark!daeron. i like to write slightly different interpretations for each different fic or "instance", and that makes it really fun for me. i first try to think of what i want the reader character to go through, and then i decide what kind of character traits of daeron's i can play with to make that happen in the way i want.

so sometimes i write him as more resigned and guilt-ridden, other times as more sarcastic and manipulative, or so on...

in the book lore, daeron hates aerion just as much as egg hates aerion, so i like giving dark!daeron and typical aerion a kind of brotherly rivalry instead. especially if they prey on reader together lol

(i like writing all different kinds of dark!valarr too-- sometimes i headcanon him as religious from that single baelor line, other times he's a stereotypical haughty prince to me, sometimes he's possessive but graceful and shy, etc)

and now i'm wondering if my latest dark!daeron would be as pervy as my other dark!daerons! 🤭

omegaverse

dark or not, i always view omegaverse!daeron as an alpha, but not a successful one. he's everything a targaryen prince should be: an alpha, tall, handsome, etc! but just like typical daeron, he's a drunk, a mess of some sort, still plagued by his dreams. so i think maekar would at least initially story-wise be just as disappointed in omegaverse fail alpha daeron as he is in typical non-omegaverse daeron.

WITH THAT SAID, unfff, omegaverse dark!alpha!daeron has sooo much writing potential. here's some ideas off the top of my head. most are incredibly obvious/cliche but who cares, he's hot!

• i kinda wrote this into my last non-omegaverse fic; i just love the idea of daeron using reader in some way to "prove" to his father that he isn't a failure

• so imagine daeron's been missing for a few weeks, and when he finally turns back up at summerhall, he has you on his arm, the most sweet little omega who looks utterly too perfect to be with someone like him

• maekar was ready to yell at daeron for hours for presumably going off on his own and being a stupid drunken prince again, until he saw you-- well, he smelled you before he saw you-- cautiously step out from the carriage behind daeron. maekar held his tongue from the sheer novelty of it... maybe his son had finally done something right?

• aerion somehow has all the court gossip on his beloved older brother, and later informed maekar that daeron supposedly helped this sweet omega through her heat and ended up claiming her

dubcon | more ideas...

• dark!alpha!daeron plying you (a sheltered noble omega) with cup after cup of wine. lying and telling you it'll stave off your heat, it'll soothe that ache inside you. but you can't help but feel that warmth inside you spreading deeper and deeper

• you can't help but notice throughout the night that he's just so touchy and isn't backing off. it feels so improper; you feel guilty every time his fingers brush against you and you secretly enjoy it.

• even when you move his hand away, he ends up placing it right back on you in a different spot. he takes notice of how your skin feels warmer and warmer.

• and by the end of the evening (perhaps it was a feast, though he's certainly pulled you away to some secluded garden by now), you're practically sitting in his lap, impropriety be damned. even as he lifts another bottle of bitter wine to your lips, even as your instincts tell you to get up and run, something about him still makes you feel so safe. such a confusing feeling for a naive omega...

• i also love the idea of an omega who is so sheltered, she hasn't even been told exactly what will happen when she goes into heat. maybe her house is more religious, maybe she's just been kept away by an overprotective family-- either way, she's absolutely clueless. and when daeron learns of this, her innocence just tempts him completely.

he's had so many terrible dreams of death and destruction and morbidity, and suddenly here's this perfect unsullied flower right in front of him, literally ripe for the plucking. about to go into heat and she doesn't even know it. doesn't know how her body and mind will cry out and crave an alpha to hold her close and guide her-- any alpha, even a drunken, disgraceful prince like himself.

daeron could smell it on her as soon as he met her. it was more intoxicating than any fine wine or perfumed brothel.

maybe this is exactly the kind of behavior to be expected from such a disgraceful prince. maybe this proves everyone both wrong and right about him at the same time.

above all... he'll listen to his instincts and take what he wants.