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Fatherhood

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

More of Daemon's Wife au

Summary: A glimpse into Daemon's life as a father.

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After watching your husband act like a fool for days you finally lost your patience so tonight when Daemon climbed into bed with you and started kissing your neck you pushed him away.

“What did I do?” He asked, knowing that you were upset by the frown on your face.

"You're ignoring Baelon," you accused him without any doubt of your words.

Since the two of you had came back home from the war, Daemon had barely been to the nursery and when the whole family was at the table he never tried to talk to Baelon. You didn't expect him to instantly become familiar with his role as a father., after all, he hadn't been able to meet their son before, but you never thought that your husband would look for any excuse not to be with your son.

"He doesn't like me so I'm not going to bother him" he responded, wanting to appear unconcerned but you know him well so you know that this actually bothered him.

When you and your husband returned from Stepstones, your son had burst into tears the first time Daemon spoke to him. You noticed the pain in your husband's eyes when Baelon hid his face in your neck, refusing to see him. You didn't blame your son for being afraid since it was the first time he saw his father. You knew Daemon had been excited to finally meet Baelon so you understood that the boy's reaction would have disappointed him but you didn't expect him to decide to distance himself because of that.

"He doesn't like you because he doesn't know you yet," you explain now in a softer tone. "Daemon, I don't know what you expected from your first meeting but he acted like any other child would. He doesn't know you so you have to earn his trust. He's not going to love you just because im tell him you're his father. You have to spend time with him," you advised him as you traced random patterns on his chest, hoping he wouldn't take your words the wrong way.

"I will," he promised before kissing you on the lips. He was satisfied to see that this time you didn't push him away so he continued kissing you again and again.

And Daemon really considered your words because after that night he started spending more time at the nursery. At first, Baelon looked uncertainly at Daemon when he spoke to him but you always encouraged him to respond. In addition, it also helped that your son saw that you were always calm and smiling around Daemon, so little by little the boy began to gain more confidence. Every time you were about to tell him a new story, Baelon asked his father if he knew it too and he listened attentively every time Daemon contributed. When he realized that his father also knew High Valyrian, he began to proudly tell him the words he had learned so far and asked him to also teach him new words, now at the table after the servants brought the food Baelon spent his time asking his father what he liked and what he didn't, interested in knowing more about him. Not only that but Baelon also started inviting him to the walks the two of you take together on the beach. Seeing all this, you were proud of the progress between father and son and it made you happy to see the happiness on Daemon's face every time Baelon asked his opinion or asked him something, not to mention when he held his hand for the first time while the three walked together in the beach.

But still, you couldn't help but notice that the two of them were never alone, you were always there as if they wouldn't dare to be alone.

"Where is he going?" Baelon asked, looking with a pout at his father's back as he walked.

"You Kepa is going to go see his dragon" You smiled as you came up with an idea so that they could spend some time alone "Do you want to go with him?"

You weren't surprised when he let go of your hand and started running after Daemon shouting "Kepa! Kepa!" Your husband soon stopped and turned to see the little copy of him running towards him with a big smile. He felt his heart warm at the sight. When Baelon was a few steps away from him, he approached and picked him up without warning, making the boy squeal with happiness.

"I want to go with you," the boy announced before his father could ask him what was happening.

Your husband looked at you waiting for you to say something but you were already raising your hand saying goodbye to them with a smile. Baelon moved his hand back and forth until you became a distant speck on the beach.

"What's the name of your dragon?" the boy asked, still in his dad's arms as he walked.

"Caraxes" the father responded with a smile even though this was not the first time his son had asked him that.

"It's like Wing?"

Daemon would be lying if he said he wasn't fond of hearing how Baelon called your dragon Wing because according to the Nightwing boy he was too long.

"Caraxes is much grander than the dragon on your muña," the prince responded, feeling his smile grow larger as he imagined your indignation if you would listen to him. A part of him hoped that Baelon would later tell you this just to see your reaction.

"He's giant!" Baelon exclaimed impressed when he saw the red beast. "Will my dragon be like that too?" He asked excitedly.

"Probably but in many years" Daemon replied and poked his nose when he saw him pouting "Do you want to pet him?" Instantly the pout was replaced by a smile.

"Yes!" the boy shouted excitedly and before Baelon went to touch the dragon, Daemon took his son's small hand before placing it and his carefully on the dragon's face. He did not believe that Caraxes would do anything to him but he preferred not to risk it, it was known that dragons did not usually react well when someone who was not their rider approached them with too much confidence and the last thing he wanted was for his son to end up hurt so he was for a while talking to his dragon while they both caressed it.

Daemon could remember the proudest moments in his life: when he claimed Caraxes, when his father gave him Dark Sister, when he called you his wife for the first time when you told him you were pregnant and now it added up to see his son bond with his dragon.

They were there for a while. Daemon listened with amusement to Baelon's ramblings about how giant Caraxes was and that he surely had to eat a lot to achieve that size, all while never stopping petting the dragon. Until started to get dark then they headed back to the castle.

"I like Wing more" the boy confessed once the figure of the dragon became a distant speck.

"Tomorrow you will come to fly with me and you will see that Caraxes flies faster," the prince said instantly. He had to change Baelon's mind before he said that again but in front of you. He could already imagine your cocky smile and how you would never let him forget it.

"Let's fly now!" the boy squealed excitedly.

"We can't now, your daughter must be waiting for us for dinner" the father explained, and seeing that  Baelon seemed about to complain he added "Would you like her to have dinner alone? I'm sure that would make her sad"

"No, let's go with muña!"

During dinner, Baelon spent his time talking non-stop about Caraxes and how tomorrow he would fly with his Kepa. You listened to everything with a smile and only interrupted your son's ramblings to remind him to eat before the food got cold.

In the middle of Baelon's talks, Daemon took your hand and kissed it. He didn't need to tell you anything, you could see it in his eyes, he was grateful that you encouraged him to stop hiding and that he would make an effort to form a bond with his son.

When it was time for Baelon to go to sleep you and him got up from the table to go to the nursery but first Baelon said goodbye to his Kepa with a kiss on the cheek. You encouraged your son to go ahead with one of the maidens while you stayed with Daemon.

"I'm proud of you," you said as you took your husband's face in your hands and leaned in to kiss him "I can't wait to see you with the next one" you declared between kisses.

Your husband took a while to register your words because he was distracted by the taste of your lips but once he did he stopped kissing you to look at you impressed.

"Are you pregnant?" He asked just to make sure he understood correctly although he could already feel his heart racing.

You nodded with a smile and let out a laugh the moment Daemon pulled you onto his lap. You kissed his neck while his hand rested on your stomach. You still didn't show but he couldn't wait to see how the life inside you grew. He couldn't be by your side when you were pregnant with Baelon but this time it would be different, this time the two of you wouldn't have to discuss the baby's name by letter, this time Daemon would feel the baby's kicks instead of having to imagine it, this time if you wanted him, he would be by your side when you gave birth, this time he wouldn't have to wait years to meet his son. This time he would be there to see him grow.

"This time I won't miss anything," he promised, kissing your forehead.

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Daemon Targaryen x Daughter!OC (Non-Romantic)

Future Aemond Targaryen x OC (Romantic)

Summary: Daemon Targaryen has never truly cared about anyone but himself. Yet somehow when he visits an old brothel he used to frequent and he sees a little girl who looks a little too familiar, he can’t leave her. Will taking her ruin him or will he finally know peace?

Note: I’ve never written anything to be published before 😅, I’m a little nervous and I just know this is BAD but fuck it we ball. Anyways, this is not proofread (unless you count grammarly) and I’m thinking about making this a series. I hope at least a few people can enjoy this! Thanks for reading! ❤️

Daemon Targaryen never truly believed he would know peace. No matter how many women he bedded, how much wine he drank, or how many battles he fought, there was always something that felt almost wrong.

The brothel was loud with laughter, moans, and the clinking of glasses. Music drifted from a far corner, but with all the loud noises, it was the soft creak of floorboards beneath his boots that caught his attention. It was absurd to him truly, that the one sound he chose to focus on was the one most difficult to hear.

He had come here often in the past and still did on occasion. A place where his name and title carried no weight and where no one cared if he had the blood of the dragon. All that mattered here was the coin he carried. Women still flocked to him, of course, Daemon knew he was not the most unsightly of men, he also knew that they were eager simply because they knew he had the coin to pay for their services. Though tonight their attention stirred nothing in him. There was a strange unease he felt, crawling beneath his skin, like something was out of place.

Then he saw her.

Alaena, he thought he remembered her name being. A whore he’d lain with once or twice. Flame-red hair tumbling down her back. She stood in a far corner, cradling a child.

wait? A child?

Daemon’s brows drew together. The girl couldn’t have been more than five. Who in the seven hells brings a child that young to a brothel?

He moved closer, slow, curious, and cautious. As he neared, he saw Alaena kneel and open a trunk, setting the little girl inside it roughly like she was stowing away old linens not like she was caring for a child. Her voice was hushed, but as Daemon approached, the end of her sentence became clear.

“Get out again,” she hissed, “and you won’t be eating for a week.”

Daemon stopped. What the hell was this? And why did he care how a whore spoke to her child?

Alaena snapped the trunk shut just as he reached her. She flipped her hair over one shoulder and perched atop the lid like it was nothing more than a stool. When she looked up at him, her face relaxed into a sultry smile.

“Daemon,” she said, smoothing her skirts, “how may I be of service tonight?”

Daemon didn’t answer immediately. His eyes lingered on her face, then dropped to the trunk beneath her. The young girl’s hair, what little he’d seen of it, was the same shade of red as the woman before him.

He opened his mouth to speak, then stilled when he heard it, a faint muffled whimper.

His eyes narrowed.

“What,” he said quietly, “is in the trunk you’re sitting on? I saw you stowing something away rather harshly.” 

Alaena stiffened. It was barely noticeable but Daemon saw it. He saw it. The way her shoulders drew tight, the flicker of panic in her eyes before she masked it with something more seductive.

“It’s nothing,” she said, voice sickeningly sweet. “Just a place where I keep my things. Clothes, oils, silks, you know a lady like myself must be as soft and sweet as possible”

Another muffled sob came from beneath her, causing Aleana to kick the trunk rather roughly.

Daemon’s expression darkened. “Stand up.” He wasn't sure why he was so hell-bent on seeing the child but he'd come this far so he wasn't going to stop now.

She blinked, panicked, lips parting. “Pardon?”

“I said stand up.”

Alaena hesitated only a breath longer, she knew the repercussions of not listening to him. Daemon came here as Daemon, not the prince, but she knew that didn't erase his title or his power. So she slowly slid off the trunk. Her feet barely touched the floor before Daemon was already moving, crouching down and lifting the lid.

The girl inside blinked up at him, her cheeks tear-streaked, her tiny body curled tight in fear. Her red curls clung to her damp cheeks, she shrank away from the light, hiding her face, and that's all it took for Daemon to see them.

So faint. So fine. But there.

They were hidden beneath her red curls, streaks of white barely visible unless one was close enough. Those strands did not match the rest of her hair, They were cut. Short. As though someone had taken shears to them with the sole purpose of hiding them.

He looked back into the trunk and reached his hand out, slowly, it took the child a few minutes of consideration before she placed her small hand in his and allowed him to pull her from the trunk. She didn’t fight him when he gently checked her over, only whimpered softly, eyes wide with a tired look. He saw slight indications of fear but she seemed more accepting of his touch then he liked.

She was too thin.

Too quiet.

Yet eerily familiar.

He ran a hand gently over her hair hesitating only when she lightly flinched away, he continued, parting it enough to see more of the white hair. Not dyed, not painted, it had grown, and looking closer there was a lot more that was easily hidden under the unkempt mop of curls she had.

He took a second to look at the child, truly look at her. Brushing his thumb over the pale strands, He could see it now. Not just the shape of her eyes but the bright violet of them. The bridge of her nose. Not exactly like his but close. Familiar. The girl looked familiar. Then it hit him. The girl was almost identical to him.

He turned back to Alaena, his eyes alight with anger. “Whose child is this?”

The woman swallowed hard. Her bravado was gone now, stripped away by the weight of his gaze.

“She's mine.”

Daemon's jaw clenched as he stepped closer. He had almost forgotten he was still holding the little girl's hand until he felt her stumble into his legs to keep up with his movement. He froze and allowed the girl to steady herself using him before looking back up at Alaena.

“She’s not just yours. Not with hair like this.”

Alaena tried to recover her composure. “You need not know who her father is. It's not like you Targaryen men care about where your seed spills anyway. She is a brat, a bastard who needs to learn her lesso-” 

Daemon warned, “Finish that sentence, and I will burn this building to the ground with you inside.”

Alaena paled, eyes going wide with fear.

Daemon stared at her, unwavering, and then the questions came. What was he saying? Why?

She wasn’t wrong.

He had bastards, plenty in fact. A dozen, maybe more. Some he never knew, others he barely acknowledged. Some he’d walked away from without so much as a name.

So why this one?

Why did the very thought of this child locked in a trunk make his blood boil in a way nothing had in his entire life?

He looked down at her again, studying. She was watching him now, Her little hand clutched his, knuckles pale from how tightly she held on.

Daemon could feel it in his bones. This wasn’t like the others. This wasn’t wine and a moment of lust and forgetfulness. 

Perhaps it was those strands of silver hair, perhaps it was the fact that Alaena had tried to hide her from him, perhaps it was that he was being told he couldn't have her that made him want to keep her.  Either way, he turned on his heel without another word. Throwing Alaena his bag of coin, he slowly walked the child outside, careful to keep pace so she did not stumble. Daemon ignored Alaena's yells for him to stop and let the girl go. The child said nothing as he stepped out into the street still holding her hand.

Her lack of self-care and her unquestioning acceptance concerned Daemon but they would work on that. He removed his cloak, crouched to her height and wrapped her in it.

“Do you have a name?” he asked softly. 

The child nods her head before softly replying “Girl” 

“Your mother called you Girl?” Daemon seethed

The girl nods again “Yes, sir” 

Daemon sighs not wanting to frighten the girl with his anger. “That won't do. How about we find a real name for you? Hmm?”

The girl looks up at him wide-eyed and curious.

Daemon studied her expression. “Perhaps later” 

He reached out slowly, giving her plenty of time to decline his touch. When she didn’t, he carefully scooped her up and held her close. It felt… nice? He couldn’t explain it, but for the first time ever he felt content. He felt like nothing was out of place. Maybe he’d eaten something weird that day, who knew, but all he could focus on was how natural it felt to have her in his arms, a comfortable weight he enjoyed.

“Lets go” he said as he began walking back to the keep. He wasn't sure how this would play out but he was eager to get her cleaned up, fed, and warm. 

For the first time ever, Daemon wanted to care for someone. For the first time ever, Daemon Targaryen felt close to peace.

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- Love Is A war Series ~ Aemond x Reader

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Warnings: nail biting, mentioned war, conflict, hinted abuse, mentioned grief/just grief, mentioning of funerals

Synopsis: After bending the knee, Rhaenyra is now your Queen. You have made your bed, but the question still lies whether you will lie in it or just ruffle the sheets. All the while your father - Daemon - is quick to jump into war.

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It was beautiful. You had to admit. The way the orange illuminated under the table. The way the cold room warmed from the fire after the biting cold of outside which the stone never truly kept out.  

I stood beside Baela awaiting Rhaenyra, my heart thumped with every impending echoey footstep that haunted the halls. I was not afraid. No. More in awe, in a sense, to see a woman sit the throne or will sit the throne. It was breathtaking. That was the true beauty. 

The orange glow was hers. Her castle. Her council. Her crown. Her throne. Her war table.  

But our war. 

I bowed my head as my father's voice rang through as he listed Rhaenyra's titles. They swam in my head - so surreal. Rhaenyra stepped forward, honking metal following until she fell short, the men only one toe behind. None of them blinked. A warning. The unsettling feeling of unbatting-eyed clunking metal men behind you, are all too familiar. But they listened to her. Their Queen. 

They stepped back some and remained in place.  

I watched as Rhaena moved forward cup in hand, "Wine my Queen." Rhaenyra seemed unsettled, hesitating to take the cup, but still my mother's smile lay perfect on my little sister's face. 

"Thank you, Rhaena." Her voice was still soft. Mothering. "Come." 

Rhaenyra continued her path forward with Rhaena a step behind her before she turned to Baela nodding for her to follow with a small gentle smile as her eyes met mine. Baela looked at our grandsire for permission before moving in step just a short pace behind. They all gathered around the table.  

I moved closer to Rhaenys. 

It was silent. For a minute. Nothing, but crashing waves and flittering ocean breeze. All eyes remained on the Queen. Awaiting judgement. Awaiting anything at all.  

"What is our standing?" The only place she seemed to be able to look was at my father.  

"We have thirty knights, one hundred and three hundred men-at-arms. Dragonstone is relatively easy to defend, but as an instrument of conquest, our army leaves a lot to be desired..." my father's voice seemed to drone on, but all I could hear still were his silent cries on the beach. Mournful cries. So similar. Like those I cried at my mother's funeral.  

Strange how age doesn't influence grief. Just the person who was lost. 

I watched as Jace placed pieces onto the board. Each house which has (so far) rallied to our side. "Lord Boris Baratheon will need to be reminded of his father's promises." Rhaenyra's voice carried and silence followed.  

I looked to the floor. The way my dress skirted across my shoes. The clinking of metal against wood was loud. Like when Aegon used to whack at Aemond's wooden sword with his steel one. I jumped as the Queen's voice flowed in my direction. 

"What news from Driftmark?" I raised my head to look at my grandmother. Her head remained high, her shoulders back. She emanated confidence. Embodied it even. I followed suit. 

It was unnerving how Rhaenyra's eyes bore into what almost felt the space in-between. Unwavering. "Lord Corlys sails to Dragonstone."  

Her voice was soft compared to my father's biting tone, "To declare for his Queen." Confidence never wavered between the two of them. It was clear to anyone here that they had never seen eye to eye.  

No addressing my father, "The Velaryon fleet is in my husband's yoke. He decides where they sail." Her voice was steady, soft and calm. Despite my father's glaring from the head of the table. 

"We shall pray for both you and your husband's support. Just as we prayed nightly for the Sea Snake's return to good health," Rhaenys looked down and swallowed as Rhaenyra's words sat on her shoulders, "There's no port on the Narrow Sea would dare to make an enemy of the Velaryon fleet." Rhaenyra turned away. 

I studied my grandmother's face. Stoic, but with a small smile. Pride? Jealousy? One would not know until it falls from the lips that stayed purse on the face of a woman who should have been. She turned slightly to look me in my eyes. I smiled softly at her. Her lips remained unmoving. Permanent. Unwavering.  

Unlike loyalty it seems.  

"Pray forgive my bluntness, Your Grace, but talk of men is moot. Your cause owns a power that has not been seen in this world since the days of Old Valyria. Dragons." Silence once again cut. Deep and harsh.  

"The Greens have dragons as well," Rhaenyra seemed nervous as she rang her hands.  

"They have three adults, by my count," my father cut in, "We have Syrax, Caraxes, and Meleys." Rhaenys tilted her head. "Your sons have Vermax, Arrax, and Tyraxes. Baela has Moondancer and Y/n has Selene." I bit the inside of my cheek.  

"Daemon. None of our dragons have been to war," Rhaenyra's tone seemed final. 

Yet, my father persisted. "There are also unclaimed dragons. Seasmoke still resides on Driftmark. Vermithor and Silverwing dwell on the Dragonmont, still riderless." I looked over to Rhaena. She looked nervous as she watched my father, "Then there are the three wild dragons, all. of whom nest here." 

"And who is to ride them?" 

I turned away to the sound of slapping feet on stone. Erryk moved to meet him. A messenger. A harbinger of sorts. "...surround King's Landing with the dragons. And we could have every Green head mounted one spikes before the fucking moon turns." 

"Your Grace. A ship has been sighted offshore: a lone galleon, flying a banner of a three-headed green dragon," I felt my blood run cold and my mouth sour. Sweat began to prickle on my skin.  

"Alert the watchtowers. Sight the skies," my eyes trailed after my father. He seemed at home, interwoven with chaos. The blue in his veins. Rhaenyra remained.  

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I stood in the middle of the mass. I could see the top of my father's head pacing as he awaited the opposition. My chest squeezed in distaste as Otto Hightower came into view, his own men - his grandson's men - his daughter's men trailing behind him.  

Otto stopped just far enough that he'd still be able to hear over the waves, the sun painting an orange sky behind him. Ember-ed fire. "I come at the behest of the Dowager Queen Alicent, mother of King Aegon, Second of His Name, Lord and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms. I've been directed to deliver her message only to Princess Rhaenyra. Where is the princess?" 

I smiled a little at the familiar screech of Syrax as the beat of wings flew overhead. Rhaenyra circled Otto and his men as they all looked up, bodies twisting to follow her movements. And in the setting sun you could proudly see the glowing gold that sat upon her head. She landed behind the knights who all turned quickly as they leaned back as Syrax bellowed from where she is perched on the ledge.  

They all parted as she walked down the middle, head held high. Her silver hair swayed gently as she came to stand next to my father. Otto stared after her, his mouth slightly ajar. "Princess Rhaenyra." 

"I'm Queen Rhaenyra now." She did not waver. My gaze drifted to see my father staring at her before my eyes fell back onto her, "And you are all traitors to the realm." 

"King Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name...in his wisdom and desire for peace..." Syrax gently gurgled and snapped her jaws "...is offering terms." I rolled my eyes. Aegon can hardly get a sentence out over his blubbering. Were these Aegon's terms or his mother's? 

"Acknowledge Aegon as King and swear obeisance before the Iron Throne. In exchange, His Grace will confirm your possession of Dragonstone. It will pass to your true born son, Jacaerys, upon your death. Lucerys will be confirmed as the legitimate heir to Driftmark and all the lands and holdings of House Velaryon." I could see my father growing restless as he shifted from one foot to another. 

"Your sons by Prince Daemon will also be given places of high honor at court: Aegon the Younger as the King's squire, Viserys as his cupbearer," my tongue kissed at my teeth. My little brother's cupbearers, practically servants to a drunken man who calls himself King while his mother practically sits the throne for him, "Finally, his King, in his good grace, will pardon any knight or lord who conspired against his ascent." Otto's voice grew rough as he got louder. 

No one moved. And I didn't dare breathe, scared to make sound or the tiniest movement. "I would rather feed my sons to the dragons than have them carry shield and cups for your drunken usurper cunt of a King." I chewed at the sore spot of my cheek to keep from laughing. 

"Aegon Targaryen sits the Iron Throne. He wears the Conqueror's crown, wields the conqueror's sword, has the conqueror's name." And still a man pretending to be someone he's not. Like a child playing dress up before her being caught by one of her Septa's. "He was anointed by a sexton of the Faith before the eye of thousands. Every symbol of legitimacy belongs to him." 

I felt a pit form, ready to gather dread, at the bottom of my stomach as Otto began to list Noble Houses who are all considering siding with the Greens. With Aemond. "Stole oaths will not put you on the throne princess," Otto moved forward and the Queen's Guard all moved, ready to draw their swords. Awaiting the words. 

Ready for warm crimson to drip from the cold edge.  

I fell back from the mass as Rhaenyra moved forward as I turned to make my way back inside the castle. "Fucking traitor," rained out across the loud as Syrax once again gurgled. I turned to see the Hand's Pin flung into the crashing sea below.  

I felt content.  

I hurried up the winding walk, my hands picked up the skirt of dress so I could move faster. Syrax's agitated roar called behind me just as I made it through the doors where two men allowed me in. I raced through the courtyard to where people still battled in quiet corners of their own, before the doors were opened to allow me in.  

I retraced my steps back to my chambers. The fire was dim, casting dancing shadows all around, for my eyes to trace as I removed my cloak. Allowing it to pool to the floor. Quickly I made my way back to the war room. 

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I stood in the spot I was previously watching my father's and Rhaenyra's argument unfold. Rhaenyra doesn't want to rule over "ash and bone" and still my father does not, will not offer her such luxury. It is clear he lives through her. He wishes it was his head haloed by a golden crown. But alas it is not.  

My father all but marched to stand in front of the fireplace. The whole room was set alight, my father's shadow cast small across the table, but still large enough to loom. 

"Clear the room." Simultaneously, everyone made their way out. Rhaenyra still staring at my father. Neither have moved from their current positions. My father's chest is heaving with anger. Like that night. 

I fell into step with Jace and Luke. "Hello," I greeted both, kindly, awkwardly. Jace stared at my face before turning away and walking up ahead, Luke turned to offer me a smile before quickening his pace to walk with his brother once again. I stopped as knights and men and the Maester weaved around me as I watched the two boys walk away.  

This is what it is to mourn a friendship rather than someone individually. The hairs on the back of my neck raised as I felt a hand press on my left shoulder, my hand moving to grab the handle of my dagger. "It is just me sweet girl," I felt the tension ease, but my shoulders ache. Everything aches. 

I smiled a tired smile. Only now I realize why Rhaenys’ is so familiar. It’s the same. 

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I paced in front of my - now reignited - fireplace. My dress was uncomfortable with the way it rubbed against my collar bones. My thumb nail had started to bleed as the skin around it is tared and snagged at by my clenched teeth. My eyes are turned down watching my fast and careful repetitive steps. My stomach lurched with dizziness.  

I stopped to look at the exposed steel of my sword that rested on the chest at the foot of my bed. The mirror like metal glittered orange licks of fire. I sucked gently at my wounded thumb before dropping it to my side and grabbing the arm with my other hand. An insecure sense of security that could break with simple rejection. 

I turned to the soft knock at my door. I sucked in an aching breath before walking forward. Scoldingly freezing iron grasped in my hand as I released my breath. I pulled the door open. My heart stuttered in my chest with surprise. Having half expected my father or Rhaenys, but neither stand in my door. Instead Jacaerys stands in their place. A welcome, nerve-racking sight. 

“Jace,” I breathed as he pushed past me, “what are you doing here?” The question felt foreign in my mouth, my back turned to him as I softly shut my door with a quiet ‘clunk’. 

“Why?” 

I stopped, my hand still on the metal doorknob, “What?” 

“I just want to know why him? Out of everyone why him?” His voice seemed far and yet; I could feel his eyes so close. I could practically feel his breath on the back of my neck. My skin itched. I wanted to scratch it raw. 

I pressed my forehead to the wood and squeezed my eyes shut, “it’s simple really,” I opened my eyes to brown before turning to see the younger stood where I was pacing moments ago, “I love him. I always have.” 

“And yet you bent the knee.” 

“And yet I bent the knee.” 

“Why?” 

I huffed at his constant questions, but he deserved an answer. A reason rather than an excuse. I walked towards him, were ye level now. How strange. I remember when he was shorter. How he was so small. How quiet and high his voice was. But here he is all grown up in front of my eyes and still I blinked, and I missed it. 

“Because Jace, my duty and honor lie with family rather than love that can easily be lost as easily as it was found, and yet still...” I paused trying to swallow around the lump in my throat. 

“Still?” he questioned his eyes watching my face for anything. Anything at all. 

“Still, I love him despite everything. I still yearn for him. I know that you know that feeling all too well. Wanting something you can’t have that is.” 

His face bloomed red, “I don’t know what you speak of.” 

“I was there you know. I saw how you looked at Haelena when you danced together, but that’s all it can be, a look. Anything else is dangerous, jeopardizing. As you have seen,” my voice fell tight at the end. My bones ached for Aemond and still my chest stirred with unease. “Do not worry Jace you will make for a wonderful husband for my sister, I have no doubt.” 

He nodded as he looked down at his shoes. I smiled. I have missed Aemond, but all the while I had never realized how much I have missed this. Missed my siblings. “Get some rest, we will both need some for tomorrow.” 

I escorted him out, my head peeking out the gap as his silhouette faded into the black of the hall. 

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@callsignwidow

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Parents Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🐉 — lady l: Are these headcanons good? I don't know, but I hope you like it!! Forgive me for any mistakes ;) 🩵🤍

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, overprotection, mention of death and murder, unhealthy platonic relationships and messy writing.

❝🐉pairing: platonic yandere!daemyra x gender neutral!reader.

Rhaenyra and Daemon were looking forward to the arrival of their first child. Daemon already had two daughters and Rhaenyra her three precious boys, but they were very eager for the first fruit of their marriage to be born.

The day Rhaenyra gave birth to you was one of the happiest memories of her life. The pain of childbirth was excruciating, but when she could hold you in her arms, it was all worth it.

Daemon actually sobbed when he held you for the first time. You were so small, so innocent and so perfect. He swore to himself that he would do anything to be good to you. You would be loved and adored forever.

They are both extremely overprotective and possessive over you. You are their child, you belong to them, so you should not associate with anyone they do not approve of.

Any friends you may have will be investigated by Daemon and if he finds anything that displeases him, that friend will disappear from your life. He is not objective, if that person's great-grandfather was an bastard, for example, that means they will never be good to you. And you deserve only the best.

Rhaenyra not only agrees with this, but encourages her uncle-husband's actions. You are her baby, the most precious person in her life and she only wants the best for you. She will give you the best, she knows what is good for you. After all, mom always knows best, right?

Your older siblings would also have developed their own obsession with you, encouraged by their parents. It didn't take long for the Velaryon brothers and Daemon's daughters to become completely attached to you.

You were not only your parents' obsession, but also your siblings, meaning you can bet no harm would be done to you. You were spoiled and protected, the apple of everyone's eye in Dragonstone.

Whatever you want, you will have. Rhaenyra and Daemon are completely soft when it comes to disciplining you, just one puppy look and they will forget everything. You are their child, you could do no wrong in their eyes.

Everyone is instructed to spoil and protect you, the servants, the guards and your brothers will do so willingly too.

Daemon is very possessive, he feels entitled to you because you are his child. He will kill anyone who looks, says, or even breathes wrong at you. There's no way he's going to let anything happen to you.

Rhaenyra is more controlled, but she is still a dragon and you should never mess with a dragon's offspring. She loses all her senses, her reason when something happens to you. Even if it's a paper cut, she will go into a frenzy of rage.

Any love interests or suitors will also be dealt with quickly. They won't allow you to get married, no one will ever be good enough for you.

If something were to happen to you, gods be good, for the true fury of the Targaryens would be revealed. They will burn, kill and destroy everything in their path for you. All that matters is you, the war will be forgotten by you.

And when it was just ashes and the smell of blood and death was in the air, they would be satisfied. Daemon and Rhaenyra will go to extremes for you. You are their baby and no one, absolutely no one, can change that.

Daemon and Rhaenyra will not lose anyone else, not their child. And when the war for the Iron Throne begins, you would be locked in and protected the entire time. Your parents love you and would do anything, but they don't know boundaries or privacy. It doesn't matter, after all, they are your parents.

[alifeinthewoods33]

[just-some-user-hunny]

Yandere father Daemon thoughts with bastard!reader

You make Daemon work hard because you're high maintenance.

Just imagine child reader refusing to get on Caraxes, and he's like "get on, we have to be back now, we're already late".

And she just looks at him.

He stares back.

"don't you dare run".

And she just smiles at him like ☺️ before taking off. He's never seen someone in a dress run so fast. He had to sprint, literally working up a sweat chasing after them. After eventually catching her, he carries her back tucked under his arm like a duffel bag whilst panting because he's out of breath and they're calm as ever. The devil works hard, but they work harder.

Caraxes just watches them in amusement.

Traitor

[frankcastleonlyfans]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au

summary: your son maegon visits his sick old uncle, viserys, and end up learning the story of how you met your husband.

author's note: look who's back... this story was based off two asks, this one, and another one asking how daemon and mom!reader met. and now mom!reader is officially dornish!!!! i will not be making descriptions of her features in the future, but just know that mom!reader is poc. i hope you guys enjoy this story. it feels good to write again.

warnings: none ig

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It is sad when a family member gets sick and you know there's nothing you can do about it. So when your brother-in-law fell ill, it came the time you had to explain to your children that King Viserys wouldn't be the same he once was. The hard part was trying not to scare them with the thought of losing their uncle.

The news brought sadness to Alyssa's and Rhaegon's hearts, but Maegon was the most affected one. He felt the necessity of doing something for his beloved uncle so that even though the King now lay indisposed, he could still feel loved. Your son was old enough to realize that besides Helaena, Viserys' kids did not care for him. That made him sad. Rhaenyra lived in Dragonstone, and for so she couldn't give the attention her father deserved.

The boy had the idea of asking Queen Alicent to let him pay some company for King, during the evenings where he would like someone to talk to. As she needed a break from the sick man herself, she would let Maegon take over her place wherever she felt like it. Which was, almost every evening.

During one of those evenings, Prince Daemon thought it would be nice to see what his brother and son talked about. Mostly, he just wanted to see his brother interacting with anyone, to have the certainty that Viserys would still be alive for a while. The King had little to no hair on his scalp. His body couldn't stand up without the supported of a cane. Daemon didn't know how much time his older brother had left.

When Daemon made entrance to the monarch's solar, he found his son and his brother giggling softly. It felt good to hear the laughing. It meant Viserys was in fact, still alive.

"May I know what is so funny?" The Rogue Prince asked, making his presence known.

Maegon was startled by his father's voice. He has been visiting his uncle for weeks now, but not once his father wanted to come with him.

"Oh, hello Daemon" Viserys grinned at the sight of his sibling, "what a coincidence to see you right now. I was just telling Maegon about that time when we were kids... Do you remember when we tried to find The Cannibal?"

Daemon chuckled, "I do. We searched around all Dragonstone until Father found us before we got inside a Volcano's cave."

"And we never found him!" Viserys laughed.

"Well, thank Gods! You two would probably be eaten or burned alive and I wouldn't be here today to hear the story if you did find him." Maegon reasoned, watching his father pacing around the King's solar.

Daemon's fingers danced around the huge model of Valyria that his brother had exposed in the middle of his room.

"I miss the good old days when I was brave. Once I was sword fighting, I was riding Balerion, I took my little brother to look for a cannibal wild dragon..." Viserys sighed softly.

"You are brave still, uncle" Maegon assures, "It takes bravery to rule. And it takes bravery to be kind. You are a good King."

Viserys nodded to his nephew's words, taking his hands across the table. Daemon felt warmth in his heart. He couldn't quite understand that sensation, but he sees that part of him feels glad that his son expressed words and emotions he could never say or show, because he didn't know how to.

"Did you know that I was the one who introduced your mother to Daemon?" Viserys asked, with fun in his tone, "Have I ever told you the story?"

"Oh, you haven't!" Maegon engaged, grinning excitedly, "Do tell me, uncle, please."

We were all at Driftmark to prestige Corlys and Rhaenys' wedding. Nobles from all across the Seven Kingdoms were there, and your mother was one of them. I remember she was wearing her house colors in her dress. She was a bit older than your sister is now, I think.

My late wife, Aemma, introduced me to her, I didn't know they were friends. I discovered that the lady whom I had just met, was not only a Princess but also played part as a knight at her father's guard. She wore that dress with such grace, that I thought my ears deceived me when I imagined her wearing armor and ringmail.

My thoughts were disturbed by Caraxes' whistling noises, when Daemon, who was very late for the ceremony, came flying upon our heads, rounding Corlys' castle. Everyone was watching the little show your father was giving, mouth-opened, shocked, scared. Y/N wasn't any of those things. She wasn't impressed at all. I remember asking her;

"Have you ever seen a dragon?"

and smirking, she replied, "Where I come from, we have scarier animals."

"Scarier?" Aemma questioned.

"More dangerous." Y/N reasoned.

"I suppose you're right, Princess Y/N," I said, "There are beings more lethal than a dragon, like the very man who rides it can be far more dangerous for his ideals, than the dragon under his command."

It felt like I summoned my brother once I said those words.

"Prince Daemon" Y/N made a short reverence to greet his presence.

"Brother, let me introduce you to Princess Y/N of Sunspear, she is a good friend of Aemma's."

Daemon kept his smugly signature grin on his lips, and took Y/N's hand in his, kissing the soft skin of her knuckles.

"I am deeply sorry for being late for the ceremony. I hope dear cousin Rhaenys can forgive my missing presence." Daemon changed the subject without paying any interest to the lady who made us company.

His rudeness made me uncomfortable, but it was so like my brother to behave like that.

"Y/N, you should come visit us. Viserys and I would love to welcome your family to Dragonstone." Aemma smiled and looked at me for reassurance.

I nodded, "Feel free to visit whenever you want. It is a very lonely place, and unfortunately, the only family we have there is my brother, as Aemma and I are still trying for a child."

Before Y/N could give us an answer, Daemon retorted, "My apologies if living with your younger brother is not what you expected of marriage."

"It certainly is not what I was expecting." Aemma playfully hit Daemon with her elbow.

Y/N giggled softly and the noise took Daemon's attention. He was quite curious why she was still there, in his presence. Most people who didn't know him are likely to feel uncomfortable with his intimidating presence, but not that girl.

"Are you here with your family?" He questioned. That was the first time he spoke directly to her.

Y/N shook her head, "My father sent me here in his name to prestige Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys, and give them our wedding gift."

"Oh. I see Dorne's economy must be great if its ruler has enough gold to spend on such superficial events." Like always, Daemon felt the need to say something directly rude.

Y/N frowned, "I thank the Gods our economy is doing well. It certainly is not because of your King." she replied. Her head remained raised, and her eyes stared at Daemon's on the same height.

Daemon felt strange. That woman wasn't offended by what he said, and even tried to get under his skin. One had to have such courage to talk to him like that.

"Uhm... Viserys, why don't you take Daemon to get that wine Corlys was talking to you about?" Aemma spoke trying to break the tension.

"When I took him away, he couldn't shut his mouth about Y/N. He was amazed a woman had the guts to talk to him like that, and even so about the King." Viserys finished the story, as Maegon quietly listened to every word he said.

"She never really had much filter, your mother." Daemon said, "Still doesn't."

Maegon frowned, "But... that's it? That's how you met mother? But, when did you start courting her, father?"

"She came to Viserys' coronation ceremony. Aemma was pregnant and couldn't make her company, so I offered myself for my sister-in-law to be the one hosting her friend in King's Landing." Daemon shrugged, "The rest... well, maybe you should ask your mother how it happened. I don't remember very well, but I know she quickly fell in love with me."

[godofstory]

Now it's Daeron's turn to keep up the "simping uncle" tradition

[ashblooddragons]

This Mysterious Love

Summary: What if Rhaenyra finds out about Alicents forced trips to her father, the King? What if Viserys never remarries and never calls Rhaenyra his heir? What if Otto gets desperate and asks Daemon to marry his daughter if he makes sure Daemon wears the crown and sit the throne? What if against the odds and what all believe will happen, Alicent and Daemon fall in love with each other? Read This Mysterious Love to find out the what-ifs.

This idea comes from @dreamlandcreations! I hope I give this idea justice for you!

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

Alicent and Daemon moonboard

Alicents and Daemons kids

This Mysterious Love Dragons

This Mysterious Love Cats

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the header for this fic! I swear I'd be lost without you Girly!

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[daemon-is-perfectly-unhinged]

Viserys: Jon isn't answering his phone.

Rhaegar: I'll call him.

Viserys: Laenor and I have both tried six times each, what makes you think he'll—

Jon: Hello?

[greer2301]

My Mothers Keeper

Daemon X Fem!Reader

|Step father x step kid fantasy taboo|

Reader is of age!

Smut! MDNI !

He looked so good, his blonde hair cut short, brows pulled together as he leant back and took a sip of his wine with his free hand thudding his fingers along the edge of the table.

I know what those fingers feel like. The euphoria they bring me when he plays with the bundle of nerves between my legs, I know how they fit in my mouth and how my juices taste on them. Daemon Targaryen, my step father, my mother’s keeper and the only man to know what I truly desire.

He sat conversing with Jace about his swordsmanship, he didn’t give away if he noticed my hand creeping up his thigh. Having been leant against his chair for quite some time now no one questions when I lean in a little more. Mother too immersed in what Luke has to say to pull away her attention, I work my hand over his clothed length smirking when I feel him harden in my palm and his body slightly tenses. I loosen the lace on his pants just enough to pull him out, slicking my hand with his seed as I begin to stroke him slowly. I take the opportunity that no one’s paying attention, slipping beneath the table as I keep working his cock.

I wait a moment for someone to notice, my core throbbing as I stroke his thick cock knowing anyone could catch us if they paid any attention. I take him in my mouth, licking from his base to the tip swirling my tongue and tacking him in fully hollowing out my cheeks, bobbing my head quickly and stroking what I can’t reach while twisting my wrist. Daemons hand moved from the table to hold my hand that rested on his clothed thigh, squeezing at times to let me know it feels as good as I think it does. His hand moves to my hair and he shoves my head down without warning, my gag reflex triggers as he blows his load in the back of my throat I swallow and pull off slowly. I clear my throat after I sit back in my seat, taking a sip of wine and placing Joffrey on my lap as his nurse maid brings him in.

Slowly everyone disperses from the dinning area, I step into my room to take my bath, the boys are gone down to the dragon mont, Joffrey is off with his nursemaid and I have no idea where mother and Daemon went. I strip of the days clothes and get into the bath, unbraiding my hair as I breathe in the rose and vanilla oils in the water humming a tune from a bards ballad. I was washing my hair when he came in through one of the old tunnels, quietly sitting at the table across from me and pouring himself some wine as he watched me finish bathing. As I was ready to get out he brought a drying sheet, extended me his hand helping me down the steps while admiring my bare self.

“You’re truly an amazing creature” Daemon started “A little fox, sneaky, beautiful and vicious” Daemon teases as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close and kissing my neck. Running his hands around my damp curves as he walks us to the bed, his lips molding with mine before he removes my towel and lifts me onto the bed. Daemon wastes no time as his fingers immediately make contact with my aching core, my slick coating his fingers as he skillfully manipulates my clit. “You’re such a pretty whore, a whore for your daddy huh” Daemon grumbles out, his voice thick with lust as he looks into my mixed coloured eyes and watches the look of pleasure on my face.

“Only for Daddy” I tell him with a tremble, gasping as he inserts two fingers in my aching cunt and starts ruthlessly thrusting into me. “Mmm- you were fucking made for me” Daemon says as he moves over me, removing his hand from me and placing his mouth on my clit, his tongue drawing shapes as he applies more pressure. “S’good daddy, please don’t stop, fuck” I moan out as he places his fingers back in and sets his pace again his mouth slurping my juices relentlessly as he shakes his head with a moan. “Need yo- your cock, Daddy please” I moan arching my back as I feel my climax coming. Daemon just moans in response pressing his head against me harder, with one last flick of his tongue I cum. Shaking and sweating, hands holding his head in between my legs moans flowing loudly out of my mouth as he rubs my thighs his tongue slowly helping me ride out my high.

“Now you’ll take Daddy’s cock you little slut” Daemon demands as he unlaces his pants, pushing them down and rubbing his hard length between my lips collecting my slick, without warning he thrusts into me, my hand finding his hip and our eyes locked as we both moan at the sensation. Daemon is ruthless in his speed, slamming his hips into mine with each thrust squelching sounds being heard around the room as his dick forces my cunt open. Our moans are hardly held back, his hands holding my legs bent and pushed back as one of mine plays with my nipple and the other grips his wrist. “Daddy feels so good!” I moan out, back arching off the bed as he thrusts deeper, his head thrown back a little before he looks back at me with a smirk “This is Daddy’s perfect fucking pussy. I’ll burn any man who tries to claim it” Daemon groans as he lets go of my leg and moves to wrap his hand around my neck, cutting off blood flow with the new position his pelvis slaps my clit with each thrust.

“Gonna fucking cum Daddy” I moan out as I scratch his wrist, my pussy tightening around his cock as I start to see stars. “Cum on Daddy’s cock sweet girl” Daemon demands, speeding up his thrusts and pushing me over the edge, shaking as I choke out a moan and cream all over his pretty cock, Daemon moans as he spills his seed in me and stays still for a moment. “You’re going to bare my child, you will never know another cock” Daemon says breathlessly, walking to the basin and grabbing a damp cloth coming back to wipe me off and then himself. Daemon says nothing else as he crawls into bed and holds me close, caressing my shoulder as I snuggle into his side. “We are not naming him fucking Aegon” I tell him finally realizing what he said. “On that we agree” Daemon says with a chuckle.

[lady-corrine]

[mydairpercabeth]

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[dahliarosebud]

- Love Is A War Series - Aemond x Reader

• Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

• HOTD-MASTER-LIST

• FANDOMS-MASTERLIST

Warnings: mentioned war, grief, mentioned death, major character death, digging nails into palm, mentions of scars, mentions of wounds, mourning, mentioned conflict, conflict

Synopsis: Corlys finally arrives at Dragonstone. Plots, healing and chaos ensues. (Please read A/n at the bottom)

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It was early when I was awoken. A flurry of maids rushed through, I could hear hot water thump against the bottom of the brass tub, the smell of sweet soaps of perfumes permeated the humid air. "Good morning," they all stopped and dipped their heads at the sight head that peaked from beneath the covers. Hair no doubt wild. "Your presence is required in the war room."  

I groaned and fell back onto my pillows. 

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The room was loud as I walked in, guards and council members who walked past bowed their heads. I looked around the room noticing Jace and Luke stood at the head of the table where my father usually was. Rhaenyra sat off to the side watching all the men chatter with war plans and what nots.  

I took quick steps to stand beside Jace, who smiled at me graciously before his eyes moved once again to look at the table then to his mother. It was crowded. Suffocating. The fire was hot in my throat and sweat prickled on my skin, my dress sat tight, my hair dropped down my back as it tickled softly. 

"The Lord of The Tides," everyone stopped simultaneously turning to look at the entrance way, "Lord Corlys Velaryon..." I jumped as his cane hit the floor with emphasis. I looked at him and Rhaenys, both wore grim expressions. "...and his wife the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen." Baela and Rhaena followed behind. I nodded to Baela who nodded back, shortly and stiff. 

No one spoke, just like yesterday an unsettling silence reared its head. Not even breath was heard. Corlys and Rhaenys stopped infant of Rhaenyra as my sisters walked towards us. I moved aside to let Baela stand next to her betrothed to which she smiled happily. Rhaena stopped to squeeze my hand as she stood next to Luke. A small buzz of excitement washed over me at the sight of my grand-sire, but it stung seeing him injured as such.  

"My Lords." 

"Lord Corlys," Rhaenyrs called out to him. "It brings much relief to see you hale and healthy again." 

"I'm very sorry about your father, Princess," no one dared to correct him, "He was a good man." Corlys turned and surveyed the room careful not to keep his eyes on one person for too long. I dipped my head slightly when his eyes shifted to me. "Where is Daemon?' 

"There were other concerns which demanded the prince's attention. Rhaenyra stared forward as Corlys 'hummed' in a disapproving manner before he began to shuffle forward, cane slamming on the ground, echoing in the too full room.  

"Your declared allies?" He stared at the war table before him. His brow was creased at the lack of houses. His fingers brush gently across his chin as he thought. 

"Yes." Rhaenyra's words were sharp as she moved to stand next to him. Only to fall short as he turned to stare at her. 

'Too few to win a war for the throne." 

"Well, we would also hope to have the support of Houses Arryn, Baratheon and Stark," she looked around the room before turning back to the injured man. 

"Hope...is the fool's ally." 

Rhaenyra looked taken aback. She blinked one too few shifting her weight, "Both Arryn and Baratheon share blood with my House. But all of them swore oaths to me." 

"As did House Hightower...if I remember.'" He was pushing for something. Perhaps testing weaknesses. He's waiting for her to crack. 

"As did you, Lord Corlys." He was quiet. Everything was quiet as Corlys once again looked around the room. I could hear the soft unnerved movement of Luke and the crackle of fire behind us. 

My ears rang. I wasn’t used to the silence of the War room more or less. Not like this 

Voices.  

Voice after voice after voice. They all spoke and crashed over one another. Bustling and moving around the room as if it was small, mice cramped together in a small hole hiding away from the rat-catchers. Huddles and hordes of Lords lurked around every corner you moved.  

That is what I was used to. 

“Your father’s reign was one of justice and honour,” My grandsire’s voice cut through the rest, “Our houses are bound by common blood and common cause. The Hightower’s treason cannot stand.” 

I looked to Baela, anyone this up close could see the nervous hitch she gave as Corlys shifted his body weight, cane moving with him, slamming down of the floor. Echoing dramatically.  

“You have the full support of our fleet and House. Your Grace.” Corlys bowed his head. My eyes caught Rhaenys’ as she lifted her head in approval and pride. Both her and Corlys dripped in power of tidal waved fire and still war lapped at their heels ready to consume whole-y. My eyes quickly moved back to gaze of Rhaenyra, softly checking for a reaction – her mouth only slightly ajar as she thought of what to say. Words conjured up with fast blinks of what only one could assume was surprise.  

“You honour me, Lord Corlys.” She turned to look at Rhaenys who wore a gentle smile, warmth radiating from her skin. “Princess Rhaenys,” she turned back, “But, as I said to my bannermen, I made a promise to my father to hold the realm strong and united. If war’s first stroke is to fall, it will not be done by my hand.” 

I straightened my back in mild surprise. I would have hit first, quietly somewhere that you’d know would shock and cut them deep. I would want the advantage, to have all of the power my side leaving them with scraps to lift them back up. Nothing can take someone longer to heal like grief. You never truly do. 

“You do not mean to act?” Corlys questioned.  

The room was still dead silent. Even the crackling flames seemed to be holding their breath. 

“Taking caution does not mean standing fast. I wish to know who my allies are...before I send them to war.” Rhaenyra’s eyes floated across the room as she swayed gently on her feet. 

Corlys walked towards her, “The consequence of my...near-demise in the Stepstones ...is that we now control them. I took care to fully garrison the territory this time. A total blockade of the shipping lanes will be in place in days, if not already. The Triarchy have been routed. The Narrow Sea is ours.” 

Rhaenyra startled as everyone began to look around the room before fixing their eyes back onto her. Corlys turned his attention the table. His hand hovered over where Driftmark was labelled. “If we...can further seal off the Gullet we can cut off all seaborne travel and trade to King’s Landing.” His hand moved to hover over the mass.  

“I shall take Meleys and patrol the Gullet myself.” Rhaenys joined Rhaenyra’s side, facing the table, eyes heavy on where her Lord husband’s hand hovers.  

“When we drain the Narrow Sea,” Lord Bartimos began, “we can surround King’s Landing, lay siege to the Red Keep, and force the Greens’ surrender.” 

Rhaenyra placed her hands on the table, leaning forward as she stared at the map infront of her before looking up, “If we are to have enough swords to surround King’s Landing, we must first secure the support of Winterfell, the Eyrie and Storm’s End.’ 

“I’ll prepare the ravens, Your Grace.”  

“We should bear those messages,” Jacaerys spoke from where he stood, tall and proud. I felt the thrum in my veins and subtle throb in my head. Everyone was staring at Jace and yet, his voice did not waver. “Dragons can fly faster than ravens...and they’re more convincing. Send us.” 

“The prince is right, Your Grace.” Corlys nodded softly to Rhaenyra.  

“Very well.” Luke looked down at his mother’s words. “Prince Jacaerys will fly north. First to the Eyrie to see my mother’s cousin, the Lady Jeyne Arryn, and then to Winterfell to treat with Lord Cregan Stark for the support of the North. Prince Lucerys will fly south to Storm’s End and treat with Lord Borros Baratheon. We must remind these lords of the oaths they swore. And... the cost of breaking them.” 

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I stood on the peak, where I was stood not long ago. Clouds were overhead in the distance ready to crown Dragonstone. For now, the sky before me is clear grey-shaded-blues with orange overlapping at the bottom. I tossed pebbles from the edge too far to see the drop and still I could feel it sink. Something is wrong. It haunts the horizon and sinks into my bones. A chill down the spine or a cold hand on a warm shoulder.  

I jumped my fingertips brushing against the handle of my dagger, the crunch of rock under shoes topped just beside me. The red of Baela’s dress polished the rock as the wind blew. Rhaena stood beside me. Neither one of them turned to look at me or each other. We all just stood, staring ahead. 

“They left hours ago sister, why are you still out here?” Baela questioned. 

“The wind calms me, something is wrong.” My own voice sounds far away, lost. 

“Something is wrong?” Rhaena repeated. I chewed the inside of my cheek. It was strange, I feel like I’ve only just really met my sisters. We were close in our childhood, mere children running around and still we weren’t terribly close then. Bore from the same womb and yet, here we are stood next to each other miles apart.  

I remember when Rhaena broke a vase chasing Baela and I cleaned it before father found it – although he probably wouldn't have cared. I remember how there were splinters of glass in my hand that Rhaena had sobbed about as she took my hand in hers and how Baela had to then tell mother what had happened so she could have the splinters removed. I had laughed and comforted them. They had later fallen asleep in my bed that night curled up either side of me. 

That night I had vowed to always take care of my sisters. 

“You’re going to be in black and red soon,” I spoke quietly. 

“What?” Rhaena asked finally turning to look at me. 

“You’re going to have to wear red and black. We’re apart of House Targaryen, we serve our Queen Rhaenyra. You’re going to wear red to represent the House whether you like it or not,” I spoke carefully as I watched her pick at the sleeves of her blue dress. 

“I wanted to represent her and her House one last time. I want her and everyone else to know I, we had not forgotten her.”  

I nodded looking down feeling the dryness of my throat and burn in my eyes and still there are no more tears I can cry. I licked my lips and swallowed thickly before looking back towards the sea. “I’m happy you’re not in green for what it’s worth.” Baela spoke her eyes meeting mine as I turned my head.  

I gaped slightly before smiling. She smiled softly grabbing my hand, Rhaena grabbed my other. And we stood there watching the sun set, one last time bathed in blue.  

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Heavy footsteps began to crunch as they walked fast, toward us. A haste that tells me something has happened. Something has gone wrong. We let go of each other’s hands turning to look at the intruder. My father stood, chest heaving ever so slightly as he stared at us his children. His eyes were soft as he looked at us, like how he used to looked at us when we were children, racing around halls and eating and just simply living. 

“Girls,” he started, I could see the hesitation and crease in his brow as his eyes looked to the floor and then back to us, “there has been news.” I held my breath. “Prince Lucerys has been killed along with Arrax on his way back to Dragonstone.” 

I felt sick. I couldn't even begin to believe it. I could see the anger on my father’s face as he struggled to spit out the words. And still my heart hammered and lungs fluttered in disbelief. I continued to stare at my father, nails pressing into my palms and knuckles white. I refuse to believe.  

Until.  

A sob, shaky and pained rattled beside me. Rhaena stood, hunched slightly. Her hand was over her mouth and her white-silvery hair covered her face as she looked to the floor. I rubbed my hand on her back as Baela moved around us to her right. My eyes met Baela’s over Rhaena’s still hunched over form, her eyes were glossy with tearful woe. I tongued at my cheek. My stomach sinking further and further and further. 

“Who did it?” I whispered. 

“What?” My father’s harsh voice rang in my head. 

“Who did it? Who killed Lucerys!” My words were rushed and loud. I felt Rhaena’s body jolt beneath my hand as it fell from her back. I took a step toward my father who watched my every move, every breath I took. Every single shaky one.  

“Aemond. He was there with Vhagar treating with Lord Baratheon.” I nodded as I looked up. The moon peering down at us from where it has nestled in the sky. I squeezed my eyes shut praying for relief, for all of this to be over and to be some bad dream. But still, here I am, stood next to my grieving sisters, one who’s lost her betrothed and another a friend.  

My heart squeezed, finally stopping its incessant beating, ceasing its desire to once again mellow to beat with his. My skin finally giving up the burn beneath it, cooling, no longer itching to feel his skin on mine.  

I hate him and it hurts to know how much I love loved him. 

I hated him. 

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. 

Still the necklace remains sunken, welded into my skin. A golden sun embedded into my skin. A scar that will truly never fade. 

A/n -

Hello everyone!! That concludes Season 1 of HOTD, Love Is A War - Fire and Blood. I know there's been lack of consistently in my writing let alone updates, but I'm trying to catch up as of right now so expect a new one to be posted soon, Love Is A War - The Dancing Crowns, which will of course be the long awaited season 2. Links to the next set of works can be found by using the HOTD-MASTER-LIST at the top or just wait to be notified when I post it. Also let me know if you'd like me to do a short piece of where Y/n goes and confronts Aemond about killing Luke or not. All comments, re-bloggs and notes are greatly appreciated and if you'd like to be tagged in the next one just leave a comment under mine. Lots of love D.R.B

THANK YOU FOR READING

[allyriadayne]

rhaena/baela dynamic was sooo great this episode. rhaena relegated to the mommy role because she doesn't have a dragon. baela is the warrior so she stays, rhaena has to take care of the brats. and i loooved that rhaena was so obviously resentful and frustrated with her role in life. she and baela are girls but baela was used in the war, why not rhaena too? the difference a bad egg makes, they are twins except in this.

but also it's so interesting to see the show foreshadow rhaena's eventual fate. keeper of the real targaryen legacy, the eggs, the younger boys, the hatchlings and her own dragon as a new era. morning. "rhaena is our hope for the fure" and she was! last dragonrider, last egg to hatch a healthy dragon.

[danxiex0]

That's my bad

That fateful day at Driftmark two very important things happened and only one thing changed the course of Daemons life.

The first thing that happened was Aemond, his nephew, lost his eye. Very gruesome. Very sad. Very bad. Moving on.

The second and most important thing to happen was the presentation of Rhaena, his youngest daughter, and Lucerys, his great nephew. The screams, the chaos, the anger, the fear and the bloodshed drove the two into early presentation.

Rhaena and Lucerys were Omega's. Not just any Omega's though.

Royal Omega's descended from the Targaryen and Valeryon bloodlines.

The last Omega royal in Westeros was Rhaenys Targaryen, beloved sister-wife of Aegon the conqueror.

So, when Daemon and Rhaenyra entered the hall the first thing the Alpha prime picked up on was the scent of distressed Omega's. Distressed children, their scents still had that milk and honey after tones most pups had and so he stood closer and released calming pheromones.

Not exactly something he uses a lot but if he had to do so to calm the little ones he would.

He first looked at his youngest daughter, crying and shaking but no longer hysterical within her grandmothers' arms. She smelled of Seabreeze, from her alpha mother, fire, from him, and exotic fruits. The ones that were always sweet. She glanced at him, and he gave her a nod of reassurance. She would be safe for he was here, and he would kill anyone who came close to her.

Once she looked away and had fully burrowed into her grandmother's side did, he look away and his nose led him to the second scent and oh wasn't that a surprise.

Sea salt, from Laenor, Fire, from Rhaenyra, and Citrus fruits. The boy was a Valeryon with Arryn colourings. How fitting that the Omega would take after his grandmother more than his mother.

Rhaenyra was stepping forward and talking, they were all talking, discussing the missing eye and the fight but Daemon did not care.

Could they not, see?

Could they not open their eyes and look at the two most important beings right in front of them?

Two Omega's!

Both born from Targaryen and Valeryon bloodlines! Both presented at the same time! This is what Daemon would call a sign from the God's!

Then it happened those words shot through his ears like an arrow.

"Ser Criston bring me the eye of Lucerys Valeryon!" Alicent said and before the knight could set foot near the young Prince, Daemon had drawn dark sister and run him through.

He put his sword through the man's abdomen and angled it up towards one of his lungs. As soon as it was pierced the hall fell silent and they listened to the Knights sick gurgling as he choked on his own blood.

Daemon watched the life drain from his eyes before he removed his sword. He used his shirt to remove the blood before sheathing the sword and looked up.

The hall had gone still and silent.

Alicent had gone for Viserys's dagger, and Rhaenyra, the she-dragon she was, was ready to defend her sons with her own body, Corlys had dragged Lucerys and Jacaerys behind him while the Driftmark soldiers surrounded them, Rhaenys had covered Baela and Rhaena's ears and eyes before she too was surrounded by guards.

Otto Hightower stepped forward to speak, most likely smooth over the fact that his daughter tried to hurt the heirs to the throne's son and the heir to Driftmark, but Daemon held his finger up, telling the man to hold his tongue.

He looked around him and could see the little ones peeking out from behind their protectors.

"It absolutely sickens me what is happening here," he started and as soon as Alicent went to yell at him he held his finger up to her as well.

"I feel for the boy who decided to claim a dragon, truly I do. My brother and I can attest that we have done the same bull-headed thing but what I do not sympathize with is his way of doing so. Syrax has laid another clutch, Rhaenyra had told me she wished to give one to Rhaena, my daughter was made aware. This boy took a dragon, commendable on his part, truly brave, but then he proceeded to gloat of it and call into question the legitimacy of his nephews, which could have them put to death. He spits fire and brimstone at them, and they are expected to take it. To make matters worse they fight, as all children do and when That boy, a boy of ten holds a rock over the heirs, heir prepared to bash his skull open, what did you expect to happen?!" Daemon seethed at the people around them.

It was still quiet.

He turned his attention to the youngest of his nephews.

"Who told you these vile rumours about your nephew?" Daemon asked.

His lone eye looked left to right before settling on a figure, "Aegon told me,” He said and Daemon saw Viserys grow angry.

"Aegon who told you these things and don't think of lying to me like your brother just did. I am not your father nor am I one of your guards, I will beat it out of you, I am a Prince as well."

Aegon looked around before finally meeting Daemons eyes and the older man could see the young man realizing it's not worth it.

"Mother and Grandsire told us that our nephews are bastards because of their hair and because none of them look like Ser Laenor," Aegon said and there flew the gasps and the whispers.

Daemon looked around before clearing his throat.

"Need I remind all of you that Aemma Arryn, our Good Queen who was taken too soon, had brown hair before it turned Targaryen white? Or that Rhaenys Valeryon, our Queen who never was, had her mother, Jocelyne Baratheon's brown hair before it turned Targaryen white? Both after they gave birth to their firstborns?" Daemon asked and once again the cogs were turning the dot's connecting and conclusions drawn.

"Now that it has all been cleared up, I would like to know why is it that when in danger the Princess is surrounded by the Driftmark guards, all of whom looked ready to kill should any harm come to her, and not by the Kings guard, those sworn to protect her?" That made Viserys pause before he looked around. The idea was planted.

"Now back to what I really wanted to discuss. You all stand in the presence of not one but two, newly presented royal Omega's. Rhaena and Lucerys have presented and all you can do is trade insults, spread rumours and try and kill each other. Show some decency for fuck's sake!" He yelled at them.

At least they had the decency to look ashamed.

He turned his back on them all before he held out his arms.

"Rhaena, Lucerys, come here," he beckoned them and before Lucerys left Corlys's side he nodded to the man. Telling him to ensure the Queen does not try running at Lucerys again.

The two Omega's stepped closer and Daemon scooped them up, one on each arm before he turned and faced Viserys and the rest of the court.

"Tonight, has been a long night and it has also been a tiring day. My daughters lost their mother, and my great nephews were attacked. I would like for us all to be dismissed and go back to bed so that we might continue this conversation tomorrow without having to worry about anyone running at children with swords," he did not give them time to respond, only turned around and walked out of the hall with the two Omega's in his arms and the other children following closely behind, even his nephews.

He led them to the nursery, where little Joffrey was sleeping soundly in his crib before he sat the two of them down on the blankets and pillows that were on the floor. The makeshift nest made for all the pups.

He tucked Rhaena and Luke in before he did the same to Baela, Jace, Heleana and her worm, for some reason, before he turned to Aegon.

Aemond would only be allowed to join them when the Measters were done with him but up until then he would stay within the measters chambers to recover.

Aegon looked as if he would rather be anywhere else.

Daemon approached him, he smelled of wine, he looked more sober now than ever and given tonight's events he most likely was.

He looked down on the young boy and he saw him squirm.

"You are an Alpha of house Targaryen. Younger brother to the next Queen. Pull yourself upright and start acting like it." Deamon ordered.

Aegon went to protest, all he ever did was protest, it seemed but Daemon cut him off.

"You might not realize it but these little ones behind me are your charges. As their older Uncle and brother, it is up to you to protect them and break up their fights when needed. You are their protector, and they do not need a drunk protector. They need their Uncle Aegon to be there for them."

Aegon's mouth fell open before he nodded his head and walked past Daemon towards the nest.

There were no discussions held the next morning for Laenor had "died". Daemon had no idea how it happened, but he was very certain that the corpse was not Laenor.

He and Rhaenyra married later that week, Corlys was against it at first but upon realizing that it would keep his granddaughters closer to him he insisted on officiating the wedding to ensure it was done right.

After the wedding, after Daemon and Rhaenyra bedding each other frequently it happened.

Daemon 'the rogue prince' Targaryen would be found at Dragonstone or Driftmark doing whatever Lucerys and Rhaena wanted.

If Rhaena wanted him to help her buy dresses he would do it. If Lucerys wanted him to take him flying, he would do it.

Daemon loved all the children equally and fully, but everyone agreed that the two Omega's had him wrapped around their pinkie fingers.

Most of the realm held the belief that Daemon would kill Rhaenyra's older boys to ensure his children sit the thrown but those were all snuffed out when the Princess and her brood attended a tourney in the Vale.

House Arryn were celebrating a marriage, and the entire realm was invited.

King Viserys, as weak, as tired and sick as he was, attended along with his second wife and their children.

Daemon, to the disappointment of everyone, refused to enter the tourney stating he had other things to do.

Rhaena, the sweet girl, was wrapped around her stepmothers middle the whole day and refused to let go of the Alpha woman for more than a few seconds, the Princess indulged her stepdaughter to no end and continued with her day as if nothing was amiss.

Then came the shock.

Daemon Targaryen was walking around the camps with nine name days old Lucerys, tucked safely within his arms, indulgently answering any questions the young Omega's asked him. Even going so far as to buy him whatever he wanted from the stalls.

It would be later in the tourney, the fifth day, that Deamon Targaryen would beat a Lannister Knight to death with his bare hands that the entire realm exhaled at the idea of the Rogue Prince killing any of Rhaenyra's boy's.

It is said that after consuming copious amounts of ale the Knight sat himself down next to Daemon and started talking like no other. It was only when the Knight started talking of Lucerys that the prince paid attention. The Knight spouted off and on about how the young Omega would make a good bargaining chip and that any Lord would be lucky to have his womb, then proceeded to say that the prince would have to find a good match for the boy unless he wants to be sat with a useless Omega son.

It was gruesome, to be sure, but everyone agreed then that Daemon would rather kill than sell any of Rhaenyra's boys off like cattle.

Then came the realms horror.

Daemon raised Rhaena and Lucerys to be every bit Targaryen as they were meant to. The two Omega's were considered to be the most spoiled to ever live, and some of the Omega's in Essos were given whatever they wanted for free.

Rhaena "The Bejewelled" Targaryen-Valeryon was named that because whenever one would see her, she would have jewels on. On her fingers, around her ankles, around her wrists, up her arms, around her neck and in her hair. A seamstress from Essos had been commissioned to make her a dress made from the finest jewels for the girls fourteenth name day. She only had the most expensive and lovely perfumes gifted to her and her grandfather even went as far as commissioning a ship in her name. The Jewelled Rhaena was best known for its reflection. Corlys has asked the boat builder to put only the best and brightest jewels into the mast.

Lucerys "The Pearl of Driftmark" Valeryon was named as such for his pale skin, resembling a pearl, his dragon Arrax, smaller than Syrax but somehow more spoiled than she, and all the pearls he had. Lucerys always wore pearls within his hair. His sword, something Omega's never wore for it took away from their beauty, had a hilt of pearls. The same Seamstress from Essos commissioned to make Rhaena's dress made Lucerys's dress shirts, tunics and pants. There was one pair of pants the entire realm adored. Tight black leather pants and on the outside seams, on each side, sewn into the fabric were some of the tiny but beautiful pearls ever found. Corlys, never one for small gestures, build a ship for his grandson as well. The Pale Pearl had big and small pearls encrusted into the ships wheel.

Both The Jewelled Rhaena and The Pale Pearl could always be seen traveling the same routes together and like all in the Valeryon fleet the sailors onboard the ship always held it up like a badge of honour.

Just like the two ships you could always find Rhaena and Lucerys together. Always busy with something important.

Spoiled to no end by their families the two Omega's have never been told no. Daemon Targaryen being the biggest supporter of such rule for his two Omegan children would indulge them even into his old age.

Lucerys and Rhaena had travelled all the Seven Kingdoms, something no one could say no to when they asked, they stayed with Lords and Ladies, dined with them, traded with them and even stolen a few hearts.

Out of all the Targaryen children, all who came before them really, they were given much more freedom and leeway, and the Realm loved and hated it.

For the two Omega Royals could smile so pretty, as they set ablaze an entire castle.