#rhaenrya loves daemon

[arabian-bloodstream]

Do you think they’ll show daemon and rhaenrya mourning the lost of their partners next episode with them getting together? Because I’m not sure if that’s what “love” is only comfort in one another. People were also saying rhaenrya seemed so happy with harwin but tbh she looked sad most of the episode and kind of lost. If she was with the love of her life then I presume she would’ve been happier or maybe she’s under a lot of stress. What are your thoughts?

*sigh* I honestly don't know where people got the idea that Daemon was deeply in love with Laena, or that Rhaenrya was so in love with Harwin. Because it was JUST NOT IN THERE on the screen.

Let's take a look at the couple scenes.

Daemon/Laena: The only time he looked happy was when he was flying Caraxes. Other than that we never saw the man happy, not at all. He was muted, depressed, miserable. When the offer was made to stay in Pentos, he considered it without taking into account Laena's point of view. He spent his time poring over stories and accounts of the Targaryen kings, the Targaryen legacy. He kept up to date on what was going on with Rhaenrya. When her name came up, he broke out of his muted stupor for a bit, and there was bitterness and jealousy in his tone.

Yes, he cared for Laena. Yes, he loves his daughters, but the man was clearly living in a world of muted grey, living half a life where he is cut off from what makes him burn.

Now, let's take the final scenes. Many like to compare it to the Viserys/Aemma childbirth scene and how Daemon is so much better because he didn't choose the child over the mother. I agree with that, yes, it was great that Daemon made that choice. On the other hand, I feel that a LOT is being missed.

Viserys was/is the King of the Seven Kingdoms. He believed he was a dreamer who had the sight, and his vision saw his son (he believed his and Aemma's son) on the throne. If he was given this vision, surely it had to be of some huge import for the realm. Viserys was driven by something greater than just "me man, must have son!" pounds chest!

Also, he was devastated. He held her hand; he wept. He told her he loved her. And despite the horrid, terrible thing happening, we know that he did absolutely love her. On the other hand, Daemon stood outside the room calmly, a pained look on his face. He wasn't there by Laena's side. He wasn't holding her hand. He wasn't there FOR HER. Laena was able to escape the room because Damon wasn't with her.

And then when he saw her, he called her name, he looked on in pain, in grief, but I'm sorry to those who said so, but that was not devastation. Matt Smith is a tremendous actor. If he wanted to show a Daemon who was devastated, he would have. Miguel Sapochnick is a tremendous director. If he wanted us to see a Daemon who was devastated we would have seen it. We would have seen a Daemon RUNNING, RACING, CHARGING to her.

We did not.

We would have seen a Daemon falling to his knees in agony, raggedly running his hands through his hair in torment. Crying. Trying to get closer to her burnt corpse.

We did not.

What we got was a muted Daemon staring in pain at the burnt body of his wife of ten years who had just lost their child and willingly chose to die by dragonfire rather than bleed out for days in agony. And he just stood there. It hurt. He was hurting, yes. But he wasn't devastated.

Now to Rhaenrya/Harwin. She looked on pleased to introduce Harwin to Joffrey. She smiled at his joke about the babe's insolence. She used the secret tunnels that Daemon had shown her to listen in on Lyonel's rant to Harwin and looked sad and guilty about it. She looked sad when he had to say goodbye to the boys.

And, erm, that was it.

On the other hand, she was playing with the same ball-thing in the Small Council meeting that was Daemon's, and it was only when HIS name came up that we FINALLY saw some of that old Rhaenrya fire.

So, after this very (very, very) long-winded response, no, anon, we don't have to worry about Daemon and Rhaenrya getting together because they are mourning their dead partners. Daemon was with Laena because he could not be with Rhaenrya. Laena even all but said she knew that she was his second choice. She told him she was not the wife he would have chosen. He didn't deny it, he just said her name apologetically.

Once Daemon sees Rhaenrya, it's going to be: YAAAAS! My QUEEN! She is his love. SHE is his first choice. Always has been.

As for Rhaenrya, what, where was Rhaenrya looking so happy with Harwin? It didn't happen in episode 06, so I don't know where they saw it.

And same as above.... once Rhaenrya sees Daemon, it's going to be: YAAAAAS! My KING! HE is her love. HE is her choice. Always has been.

[he-is-everything-11]

No one Loved Viserys more than his Brother Daemon. Had Viserys chose to trust on his own blood and shown the faith he showered on Otto Hightower on his Own Brother there would have never been a war.

Daemon would never have betrayed him or Rhaenyra. Daemon deserved being the HAND.

Time may have created a distance, but Viserys and Daemon will always be brothers. One of the most beautiful scenes of the season! It made me cry. I will miss them so so Much!😭

[livelybook]

I always see people say well, if Alicent had just married Helaena to Jace, the war would never have happened. And it's like the war would have absolutely happened, its akin to the waves ever falling onto the shore, its inevitable and unstoppable, all that marriage would have done was put a bandaid on a wound for a little while before everything would just explode.

I don't think there would have been any situation where Alicient would have agreed to that. If Helaena did marry Jace, she and any children born would have been used as a hostage during the war and worse than that, she would have been stuck in Dragonstone with a group of the most volatile people who despise her side of the family, what would have Rhaenrya or Daemon have done to her, an easy within reach target when Lucerys died? Would Jace even be kind to her once his brother dies?

Or let's say that the marriage had gone through and Alicient manages to make Heleana stay in Kingslanding along with the Black team and for a little while, everyone would be in an uneasy peace, forced to get along under Viserys eye and then the Black team would want something done & the Green team would need to agree for it to happen(and this something would undoubtedly not be in favour of the Greens) or if the Green team was perceived as disrepectful whether directly as one of the members doing something(an incident with the boys or Otto secretly scheming or Alicient doing her queen duties, I can just imagine Daemon seething in the background like how dare she command while in the castle of the Targaryens) or someone implying that the Green team would be better and it getting back to the Black team, they would have immediately implied a subtle threat regarding Helaena and declared their authority as the to be Queen party(well, as subtle as a hammer on an unruly nail could be) and any slight disbelieving hopes that this arrangement could actually work would be dashed and the Green team would be furious and unable to do anything about the Black team, and the moment Viserys dies, that's it for them.

And If they had managed to secure the city, the same as the show and had Helaena & any of her children as well, they'd be using them as a hostage against the Black Team too and at least with them, she'd be better treated.

And continuing with what about if Helaena had children? She'd be known to have had children with a widely suspected bastard leading to a shaky line and Daemon is right there with his two targaryen looking boys, there is no way he or even those boys or their later children would have left her and her children alone. If she had married Jace, she'd basically be terribly screwed over twice in succesion crisis in her lifetime.

Also, if Jace had married Helaena, what about Baela? Now, I really don't think Corlys would have let it go when he's been promised a Velaryon queen on the throne and has gotten so close to it after all the other times, just to only have a bastard prince. So that's basically 2 main people besides Otto in Helaena's family who would be eyeing her and her children.

Let's not forgot ofcourse, What about her brothers with their future childrens and their claims, the relationship would never be the same and I doubt that something would not be done about her children too if they were to manage win.

What kind of life would that be to be taken away from your family and placed with people who will be actively to passively hostile to you? To know your relationship with all your family side will forever be altered, that your mother wouldn't choose you and your line over your brother and you & all your children will be in danger from everyone for a very long time?

[blackvoidspace]

Daemon touching Nyras belly

[nicollekidman]

house of the dragon so far is entirely about the violence inherent in being a woman and how that toll is exacted across different social/power structures so it’s extremely pertinent and fascinating that alicent and rhaenyra are essentially locked away from each other and the freedom/comfort they could give each other, while the show is taking pains to emphasize how rhaenyra and daemon are The Same and their connection, while probably the only honest and true one either of them has, also drives both of them (and the realm) to ruin..... with how the narrative has been (so far) the civil war is very much going to be caused by two incredibly lonely, incredibly reckless, incredibly brash and emotional people choosing themselves over duty/realm and everyone around them reacting to that vacuum.... the two headed dragon lashing out etc and the woman on the other side, chafing against her shackles and poisoned on love lost like... there’s a sickness in this house etc etc etc 

[talkativebby]

yall cannot be so dense and media illiterate as to think daemons intention in bringing rhaenyra to a whorehouse and taking off their disguises was anything other than to have them caught and put her honor at stake so they’d be forced to marry. like... you can believe that daemon will eventually or already does have true romantic feeling for her, but to believe that trip was for anything but power and rhaenyra’s humiliation is so... ahhhhh please use a braincell or two 

[emmadarcyextra]

My edit of Emma D'Arcy. Emma D'Arcy acted beautifully, tenderly and exceptionally in: House of the Dragon season one, episode 10, particularly in scenes with young actor @elliotgri prior to his departure to Storm's End.

Sadness still fills me. Watching both Emma D'Arcy and Elliott Grihault is witnessing real life as it occurs: full of tenderness, love and of an eternal bond that exists between a mother and child. Thank you for these moments, Emma D'Arcy and Elliott Grihault. ❤️

[fan-goddess]

can you hotd characters (mostly alicent and rhaenrya) when the reader almost passes in child birth? thank youuuu :3

A/N: Yep can do! I’ve never given birth, gotten pregnant nor seen anything resembling child birth apart from the Aemma scene in HOTD so I hope I did this justice!? Sorry this has taken so long!

Character Roll Call: Rhaenyra, Alicent, Daemon, Aemond and Jacaerys (All romantic love)

Warnings: Child birth, talk of infertility, talk of not able to have children, pregnancy, she/her pronouns used in some places for reader, talk of death during childbirth, talk about smut but no smut, dirty talk, a most likely inaccurate childbirth telling, graphic detailing of blood and gore, this is not proofread! (if I miss any please let me know in a way you’re most comfortable!)

Rhaenyra Targaryen:

It was not the typical marriage you and your husband shared. For whilst you had never had a particular fondness for goose, he understood that and went after his own interest in tasting the variety the world provided him with.

So while he was off exploring, you were in the chambers of the heir of the realm. Showing her your devotion in the most unexpected of ways.

Yet soon, after nearly two years of marriage with no children, people were beginning to become suspicious of your womb. More specifically, your husband’s own family. There was talk of them already arranging a second marriage for him as your womb was supposedly infertile. So after a talk with him, you and your husband for a whole of three months, with the help of Rhaenyra. And just when you thought your efforts were unsuccessful, the maester greeted you with a smile, and told you you were with child.

Your lover took the news surprisingly well, as Rhaenyra spent all hours of the day with you comparing possible names for the baby. Your husband had done his part in this game. Now, you and Nyra could spend your days eating the cake and kissing the days away. Acting oblivious to the hateful world surrounding the two three of you.

“What about Aurion?” Nyra suggests, a lazy smile on her lips as she places a fork with a large chunk of vanilla cake on the end between your lips.

“Hmmmmm” You hum, smiling in thought. “Perhaps let’s not raise more suspicions than we’d like my darling. How about something not so Valyrian?”

She laughs, and yet agrees with you with her smile turning strained and sad. Her hand reaches for your own instinctively and you quickly move to grab it and squeeze it tight. “Alright alright! What about Rhys? Ivan? Those are some more boring names!”

You laugh, and yet make sure to note them down somewhere in your head. You discuss names of girls also, just in case. Yet months later as you sat screaming your heart out on the birthing bed, those names disappeared as pain became all you know.

“You must push my lady! The baby is trapped you must push!” One of the ladies in waiting says as she positions herself by your bottom half.

“I’M TRYING TO FUCKING PUSH!” You scream, sweat dripping down your face as your eyes screw shut. Your voice loud as the pain spreads further through you, till eventually you feel it all over.

Soon, the pain that blooms all over becomes numbing. Especially, when you feel your eyes becoming heavy, eventually shutting so all you see is black and the world becomes silent.

“What is happening?!” Rhaenyra screams, her face becoming pale as memories of her mother come flooding to her head. “What is happening to her?!”

“The lady is haemorrhaging!” One of the maesters yells, a multitude of rags of all sorts in his hands as he attempts to stop the blood from further dripping onto the floor. The babe that had quite literally fallen out of your whilst you had fallen unconscious was quickly taken away by the ladies in waiting to be cleaned and attended to. So now, all focus was on keeping you alive. By order of the future Queen of Westeros.

It feels as thought it had taken hours to stop the bleeding. Yet that meant nothing till Rhaenyra who waited anxiously by your side with your hand in her own. Her fingers poised by your pulse so she can reassure herself that you were truly living beside her and not dead like her mother.

By the time you had finally begun to rouse from your deep slumber, the day had turned to night. And all those in the room were exhausted from the effort it took. The maesters in particular, who knew that if they allowed themselves to slack, the princess would soon be upon them with the fury of the dragons.

“My love….” Rhaenyra whispered, at this point uncaring of the multiple people in that room who’d scuttle themselves to her father and the hand at the slightest chance of a scandal. “Do you hurt?”

“As much as childbirth allows me to be in…” You laugh, yet wincing as soon as your body moves. “I am glad you were here… i fear if you weren’t-“

“Do not speak of such things!” Rhaenyra begs, her hands clutching your own tightly as if she was fearful you would drop dead. “I forbid it!”

“Do you say that as my future queen or as my friend?” You murmur, both knowing the true meaning of the word.

“I say that as both..” Rhaenyra whispers, kissing the top of your head as one of the ladies in waiting comes in holding the bundle containing your baby.

“It’s a daughter, my lady.” She says, walking over and placing her in your arms.

“She’s beautiful…” you can’t help but say, brushing away one of her curls from her eyes. You can feel Rhaenyras eyes on you, and so you take her hand and somehow manage to pull her closer.

“I wish to name her Arya.” You firmly say, locking eyes with your daughter who begins to cry in hunger.

“Beautiful…” Rhaenyra says, unable to tear her eyes from the sight of you beginning to breastfeed your child.

Alicent Hightower:

Even while Alicent was married to the king, yours and hers unique relationship had never once wavered. When Alicent had her children with the king, who did not even enter the room when the time of birth came, it was you who held her hand in place of her mother’s, and murmured soft words of encouragement and affirmation into her ears.

While you had your own, even though your mother was there to be by your side as a place of comfort, it was only Alicent name that sprung from your lips. Begging for her to come closer so you can hold her hand and beg her for mercy and encouragements.

Most recently, your third pregnancy had been said by the maesters to be the most difficult one yet. Pain was all you knew through those last few months. Pain in your legs from when you were forced to walk to the dining hall. Pain in your belly from where not only did the baby insist on kicking but also from the cramps the maesters insisted did not need to be further looked at.

Yet Alicent was always close by ready to lend a helping hand whenever the moment allowed her too. According to her, she still has the old treatment the maesters had prescribed her with just in case she fell pregnant again after Daeron.

“You… my utter darling, are my world!” You moaned, eyes shut closed as Alicent carefully massaged the soothing ointment into the base of your feet. She continues to help whenever she can. The ointments and herbs she providing you with being much better than anything the dreading maesters could’ve ever given you.

Yet like most treatments, the effectiveness wore off. Soon, not even the most obscure of medicines would work on you. Pain was always lingering in every part of your body. Even in places you had no idea were on your body.

“I just want this babe out of me!” You groan one night while Alicent once again attempts to stop your pain using this time a supposed miracle working ointments from Lys. “Nothing is fucking working!”

“Well complaining won’t solve anything!” Alicent attempts to jest, though quickly haults any other further attempt after a harsh glare worthy enough to rival the Strangers is sent hastily her way. “Perhaps it is the gods way of telling you how strong you are for having this child? A way to tell you how powerful your son will no doubt be in the future?”

“I would not care if I was to birth a dragon for gods sakes I only with for it to come out of me so I can no longer feel so fucking horrible!” You groan, “I have already told my lord husband that this shall be my last time on that fucking bed! If he even brings his cock within inches of me it’s being torn off his body and fed to your children’s dragons my love!”

“Oh hush now!” Alicent scows, a rare bout of anger coming about her. “The gods have their meanings and their ways! Though I for once shall agree with you. You will be having three beautiful children my love, and that is all you need. Perhaps you could give birth to a daughter and we can betroth her to Aemond?”

“Perhaps…”

By the time the ninth moon has passed, it is quick to say that you were very much serious about this being your last child.

“GET THE FUCKING CHILD OUT OF ME!” You scream, the maesters wincing at the volume rivalling that of a child being born. Something your own child it seems is refusing to let happen. “RIP IT OUT IF MUST BUT IF I DIE I SHALL HAUNT THIS KEEP FOREVER MORE!”

“There shall be no talk of dying on this bed from you!” Alicent yells, her grip on your hands almost as tight as your hand on hers.

The maesters voices cutting through though as they announce how they can see the babes head. Meaning to much your relief the pain will hopefully be soon over and you can hold the thing that’s been hurting you for nearly nine moons in your arms to give it a stern talking off.

You make sure to push hard when the maesters tell you too, even pushing when they don’t so you could hopefully get the babe out quicker. But even when you feel the babe quite literally fall out of you and hear its cries, the maesters make their own cries far more audible.

“Alicent what is happening?!” You ask, feeling what feels like warm liquid gushing from your lower half. Only she does not respond. Only turning paler than the sheets that with horror, you realise are turning a deep red from blood. Your blood.

And It only turns worse when you realise just how faint you feel. A once iron grip you had on Alicents hand turning weak and feeble as your eyes slowly begin shutting.

It’s all a blur when you feel your body waking. Yet still your eyes have not grown enough strength to open, so it’s with great horror you realise you are still conscious but are practically unable to move. You are alive but it is as if your body is dead.

You can hear Alicent beg for your sake. And you realise with your heart beating frantically in your chest that you can also hear her hushing a baby you had not realised was crying this whole time. Your baby.

“Your mother is sleeping now…” You can hear her say, tears building in your eyes when you hear how damaged her voice sounds. “She is strong, your mother. She will wake and see what a beautiful baby boy she has waiting for her… it won’t be long now. I promise.”

You try as hard as you can to open your eyes, yet your attempts prove to be impossible. Yet somehow, you manage to utter two words to your lover while your lower half screams in pain at you.

“Thank you…”

Daemon Targaryen:

It was no surprise to anyone when after a few mere moons after your marriage to the rogue Prince Daemon, you were announcing you were pregnant with his child.

The king had said his congratulations and announced a feast in his nephew or nieces name, and even Daemon had to admit the whole ceremony was wonderful.

Yet like everything in life, all good things must come to an end. The announcement of the first babe of the rogue prince turned sour as news quickly spread about how much pain you were in from them.

The babe refused to let you rest for even a second. All it did was kick and kick, and make you feel shitter than any other possible ailment in the world. You almost felt like having a conversation with the stranger after one too many bouts of particularly bad spells.

“You must let your muña rest ñuha trēsy… let ñuha jorrāelagon rest…” Daemon murmurs one night against the swollen bulge of your stomach. The warmth his dragon like body providing you with being possibly the best thing he’s given you since the day you married him.

“You know I do not understand a single thing you say in that tongue of yours…” You say, eyes closed as you relish in the lack of kicking and blinding pain. If it wasn’t obvious before, it was at least obvious now that your child had chosen favourites.

“Just because you cannot understand something does not mean you cannot understand the beauty of it.” Daemon murmurs, his voice gentle and nurturing as he continues attempting to soothe you.

His words to others would be considered strange and out of character. But as you’ve come to realise over the time of your betrothal and marriage, even though that shared time has lasted around only a year, you know deep down beneath the hardened dragon scale skin of his is a heart that bears solely for the life of those he loves. The latest addition being of course the babe of his own blood nestled in your belly.

It was such a lovely moment, and yet it seemed that would be the last of its kind the rest of the time your babe was steadily growing inside. The more time passed the less Daemons unusually warm body worked in soothing your unrelenting aches and pains.

“Are you okay ñuha jorrāelagon?” He asks one evening, his brows furrowed in what has become a near constant state of stress and worry for you. For is has now nearly been a full nine moons of pregnancy, and with that, it means the babe will hopefully be born.

“Unless you can get this child out of me with no pain,” You grunt, mentally cursing Daemons cock for being what it was. “Then I suggest you leave me be and allow me to wallow with the seed you yourself placed within me!”

For the first time in a while, Daemons worried stricken face turns cheery as he laughs at the familiar wit of yours that helped him to fall in love with you in the first place. The rest of the day is filled with similar circumstances, as while the babe continues to make your days a misery, Daemon is right by your side never ever venturing too far away from you.

You suppose it is why he insisted on being by your side when two days pass and you were on the birthing bed, his hand locked firmly in yours while your screams echo off the walls. You swear you can feel your cunt tear and drip with blood, yet with how much you screamed you honestly couldn’t be able to hear it.

“Please Daemon!” You beg, a multitude of tears running down your face. “Please make it stop!”

“It’ll be over soon ñuha jorrāelagon…” Daemon tries to comfort you with soft words and a tight reassuring grip, and yet his face clear as day is struck with fear and nervousness.

“You said that hours ago Daemon!” You sob, screaming even more as you feel the dragon spawn within you break even more of your innards. “I just want it out!”

“You will my love you will! You are strong and brave and a fighter! You will not die today do you hear me!?”

Daemons hands envelope the sides of your head to force you to look and him, and yet he’s utterly horrified when your eyes roll to the back of your head and your hand that was once clutching his shirt for dear life falls limply by your side.

Daemons words reach no bounds as he insults the maesters and common people alike, swearing if his wife was to die then all shall die with her. So even in the seven hells his wife can make sure she achieves the justice she deserves.

Yet it somehow enrages him further when by the next hour, the maesters have managed to successfully take out the babe from within you, and present it to him as his first born, whilst other maesters make quick work of stemming the bleeding and disposing of the evidence.

Daemons eyes watche as a wet nurse moves to take his son into her arms and takes him into another room so she can clean his son, and it’s not until they’ve left does he begin to shout.

“IS THAT ALL IT TOOK? MY WIFE WAS SCREAMING IN AGONY ON THE BED, BLOOD POURING OUT, AND YET IT IS ONLY WHEN YOUR LIVES ARE THREATENED DO YOU HELP HER?!” He yells, his hand clutching the hilt of dark sister as a reminder that he has the upper hand. He’s the prince of the realm. The rogue Prince. If he wanted to kill people then he will fucking kill someone.

The maesters faces turn ashen as they stand there, practically shaking as they fear for their lives. Daemon is almost tempted to actually kill them. To send a message that no one fucks around with the rogue princes wife. That is however, until he hears a stir behind him and feels a familiarly soft hand clutch his own that previously had clutched dark sister.

“My love!” Daemon breathes, his face one of pure joy as he drops the sword hastily and moves to clutch your still weak body in his arms. “I was so worried!”

“What have you done with my Daemon?” He can hear you say, the laughter in your tone surprising considering what had just happened.

“Don’t worry ñuha jorrāelagon, he was here a few moments ago, about to kill some pathetic fucking maesters…” Daemon begins, turning with a dark glare when he sees the said maesters still standing where they were before in fear. “But I suggest they scarper before dark sister becomes hungry for rat blood once more!”

This time, Daemon doesn’t turn back to watch them all practically run from the room. Not when there is someone in front of him so much more important.

“Where are they?” You say, your movements still sluggish as you wince while trying to turn your body to look around the room.

“Where is who ñuha jorrāelagon?” Daemon asks, preoccupied with finding the cup of milk of the poppy one of the maesters had said was somewhere in the room. A hum of satisfaction slipping his lips when he eventually sees it and grabs it, before placing it by your lips to try and force you to drink it.

“Where’s our baby?” You murmur, wincing again when the bitter taste of the drink runs down your throat. “I want to see them!”

“I will get him for you jorrāelagon.” Daemon says, moving to the direction of where the wet nurse had taken his son too. When he does find her, he does not care for whatever she has to say. Instead just moving to take the boy in his arms and walk back to you, who’s already sat up through the pain ready to see your son.

“Oh Daemon…” You breath, your eyes focused solely on the babe in his arms. “He’s beautiful…”

“He takes after you…” Daemon murmurs back. A soft smile on his face as he moves the boy into your arms. “What shall we name him my love?”

“What about Aenor? First of his name…”

“I love it…” Daemon murmurs, kissing the top of your sweat soaked head and moving to perch against the edge of the bed transfixed by the holy sight in front of him. “I love you…”

Aemond Targaryen:

Your husband wasn’t anything except attentive. Every moment after finding out you were with child he spent within meters of yourself. Even when you slept, his hand was always placed on your stomach.

“I would never allow myself to live if you were hurt ñuha vēzos.” Aemond would murmur against your skin, amongst other Valyrian words this time against the curve of your slowly swelling belly. Each one sending your skin further and further aflame with desire and love for your husband.

The whole pregnancy though, for the most of it, was smooth and ordinary. The baby had begun to kick a little after the fifth moon of your pregnancy, and Aemond was eager to experience every part of it. Yet when you’d passed the eighth moon, that was when everything began to turn on its head.

Pain was blooming in your stomach nearly everyday, and even with the maesters having to forcibly pour milk of the poppy down your throat, you had resisted firmly, not wanting the babies health to be put as such risk especially so close to the due date. Especially when you have been in the presence of the king, who openly abused the opioid near daily.

Yet the maesters with stern eyes and unwavering faces, claimed that if anything, it was the pain inside you that would risk the babies health. So whilst you wished pain on the maesters, they stood there stiffly with a near full to the brim cup of the drink. They watched every time you were needed to drink it. Even going as far as to make you open your mouth wide to make sure you weren’t resisting.

Aemond though like he had done so earlier in your pregnancy, was never as far as an arms reach. He never said anything to maesters face to face, yet he certainly did not hide his anger from you when the two of you would lay in bed holding one another in a close embrace.

“If it weren’t for the babe, I’d strike them where they stand…” He’d begun to murmur. Starting his now usual evening moan about how according to him, they weren’t good enough to care for his pregnant wife. Sometimes it’s sad as you realise how he at his lowest points believes even he is not good enough for you.

“Don’t let that stop you…” You indiscreetly murmur back, a clear glare on your face as you try to drink something to wash away the bitter taste of milk of the poppy.

“Dont you tempt me now ñuha vēzos… I very much can and will make my way to wherever those men lie and slaughter them before it’s time to break fast tomorrow.” Aemond chuckles, a comforting hand on your stomach where near instantly you can feel the babe kick twice. As if the babe was eager to say hello to its father.

“That’s right ñuha valītsos… kepa is here…” Aemond murmurs, his deep voice sending shivers down your very spine. If you weren’t already eight moons pregnant, you very well would be eager to take him right at this moment and take his seed deep inside till it takes root.

“You are getting distracted valītsos…” Aemond says, smirking at the dark blush that spreads on your face. It matters not how long you’ve been married to Aemond for, since he’ll always manage to find a way to fluster him. You suppose it’s as fun for him as it is for you to fluster him. Though you suppose by doing that is how you ended up in this position in the first place…

“How can I not, when theres such a beautiful man in front of me?” You say, grinning triumphantly when Aemonds own face turns a light pink. It’s not as dark as your own, but even seeing Aemond blush without him trying to hide himself away counts as a win to you.

The two of you revel in the rare soft moment between you both, and it’s not long before you both fall asleep holding each other.

It felt so perfect at that moment, as all the previous worries about the babe swept away. The both of you honestly didn’t think the whole ordeal could get worse. That is however, until your waters broke and you were lying on the birthing bed. Your screams breaking Aemonds heart as he tries his best to comfort you to the best of his ability.

Yet his controlled anger and frustration comes out in waves as your screams continue further and further into the day, and the maesters it seems are no further to helping you than from when they started.

Aemond withholds every single urge to kill them for their insolence for your sake, given that they are supposedly they best men available to help bring his and your child into the world. Though when he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body go limp after attempting to push the babe out again per the maesters instructions, all hell broke loose there and then.

“What have you done!?” Aemond yells, his voice whilst commanding also torn with how scared he feels at that moment. His uncles wife, and his grandsires wives had died in childbirth attempting to bring a child into the world. He cannot have such a thing happen to you.

“You are meant to help my wife not fucking kill her! If she is to die today then so shall all of you! Your blood shall stain these walls if she dies do you all understand!” He yells, tears brimming in his eyes from how emotional he currently feels. Aemond refuses to let go of you hand as the maesters scurry around like rats to appease him.

It’s not long before the sound of a babes cry brings him from his sorrowful thoughts.

“It’s a daughter my Prince.” One of the maesters says, before handing her off to a nearby maid presumably to go clean her off of all of your blood and other bodily fluids Aemond most certainly does not wish to be thinking of right now.

Instead, Aemond chooses to grab a lone damp cloth free from any uncleanliness, and carefully uses it to wipe away the sweat on your face. Yet even with all of that Aemond still believes you to be as beautiful as when he first ever saw you.

The sound of your blood onto the floor that Aemond had tried to ignore for his own sake earlier finally stops, and he’s grateful that the maid comes back with his daughter then so he doesn’t have to think about any of that.

“I will give the baby to a wetnurse my Prince for her first feed.” The maid begins to say, about to walk away. That is however before she feels the princes hand clutching tightly on her shoulder forbidding her to leave.

“She will feed from her mother.” Aemond says firmly, moving to take his daughter away from the silly woman’s grasp. “‘Twas a decision me and my wife made and you shall respect that. Now leave.”

The maid stands there a moment surprised, even looking to the maesters for guidance in the situation. But when Aemond looks up at them with a cold glare on his face and a sneer on his lips, both the maesters and the maid make quick work on leaving the Prince with his daughter in his arms and his unconscious wife by his side.

He does not know how long it is till you finally begin to stir, and yet it does not matter. All that does matter is that you woke at all.

“How are you feel ñuha vēzos?” Aemond murmurs, his daughter in one arm as in the other he holds the cup holding the milk of the poppy he makes you drink. Making sure you don’t waste a drop.

“Like I’ve given birth…” You simply say, suddenly focusing on the baby in Aemonds arms. “Is that-“

“Yes ñuha vēzos. This is our daughter.”

Aemonds hands her to you, and when she begins to stir it’s almost instantly you bring down your dress and place her near your breast. Hissing slightly as she begins to immediately nurse from it.

“She’s beautiful.” You find yourself saying, refusing to take your eyes from her. “She looks like you sweet husband.”

“She may look like me but I believe she has her mother’s beauty.” Aemond says, moving to hold your hand in his. “What shall we name her my love?”

“What about Elaenor?”

“It’s perfect…” Aemond says, kissing the top of your head. “She’s perfect…”

Jacaerys Velaryon:

It appears Jacaerys was ever as loyal as they say. As even after being married in an arranged fashion, and finding out you were pregnant with his child after consummating the marriage, his presence was never far from you.

When in the middle of the night sickness plagued your body, it was Jace who was right there next to you with a bucket in hand. Even going as far as to hold your hair back with his hand so no sick could ruin it.

“Is this what it is like for all women?” Jace asks, attempting to smooth you while you once again throw your dinner up into a bucket, groaning whilst you do so.

“Only the lucky…” You moan, about to turn to look at your husband before you find yourself immediately needing to throw up again.

At first, it was strange to you to have a husband be so close and eager to be by up side, given the stories that your mother had told you. Yet now, you honestly could not think of your marriage without the little services Jace provides you with.

Whenever you find yourself craving a certain food, no matter how bizarre or disgusting it may seem to him, Jace was always willing to call a maid and inform her to make it for you.

“Thank you husband.” You sigh in delight, chewing on some honey dipped carrots in the comfort of yours and Jaces bed.

“It is no problem my lady.” He says, awkwardly perched by the edge of the bed covers while he watches you eat.

“You can come closer Jace…” You laugh, patting the side of the bed indicating your want to have him closer to you. His warmth comforting. His smile kind. “You have seen me naked before. I do not think you have the ability right now to be shy. Call me by my name Jace. It is only fair since I have been calling you by yours.”

“Of course… wife.” Jace smiles, a strange girlish sounding giggle leaving your lips as he moves himself closer and opens his arms so he can enclose you in them. “Has the babe been bothering you much today?”

“Only as much as usual.” You sigh, choosing to invite his pointed stare in honour of eating another one of your special foods. “Though not as much as I have been eating these.”

“That is good.” He simply says, softly kissing the top of your head as he touches the skin of your arms with his hand. “That is good…” He repeats again more gentler than the last.

The next few months all went smooth as they could go. You were still throwing up in the mornings and some evenings, and experienced some horrible cramps once every few weeks. What was the most difficult and painful thing you had to endure however, was the birth of the babe itself.

It felt like it was ripping out of you. Screams pierced the air as it felt as if the babe was determined to take your insides out with it.

“It hurts!” You cry, holding Jaces hand so hard he has to hide any audible winces in pain, as whilst he is not the most experience man with women, he knew at that moment to not even think about saying his own pain. Not when he could tell his pain was like a mere headache compared to your own.

“It will soon be over!” Jace says, trying to squeeze your hand in an attempt to comfort you and let you know he is here. But with how much pain is flowing through your system he honestly doubts you can feel it right now.

“I just want it out!” You yell, screaming again as the maester intruders you to push. It’s almost like a rhythm, as when the maester tells you to push, you push. And when you push, you scream at the top of your lungs. It’s like that for what feels like hours and hours on end.

Yet soon, it’s finally over, as the maester finally steps away from you holding a crying baby. The maester looks at him, and shows him his crying daughter.

“A daughter my Prince.” The maester says, placing her in Jaces arms. Your husband’s eyes unable to tear away from the smallest child he thinks he’s ever seen. Possibly smaller than Joffrey from when he saw him as a child.

He turns to you to show you with a smile on his face, but that soon disappears when he sees your face.

“My love?” Jace begins, looking worriedly at your pale sweat layered skin. “You do not look well…”

You try to answer, and yet you even with all your strength you cannot even find yourself able to move your lips, your head even.

That though is when Jace turns his own head and sees the frantic moving of all the maesters and ladies in the room. It’s when he hears a most frightening of sounds. The sound of your blood falling and dripping onto the stone floor. It’s almost worse when he sees how deeply stained your dress is by your own blood.

He’s frozen as he stands there, completey horrified by what he’s seeing and hearing and yet he cannot find himself able to move. His daughter still in his arms, only it’s when she begins to fuss and make sound does another lady in waiting take her into her own arms to put her from the room.

The maesters are beginning to yell now. At the ladies in waiting mainly but to each other a handful of times too. They sound too loud. But that may be because Jace hasn’t said a word since you collapsed against a bed. He does not know what it is he should say. He does not know what it is he should do. His mother has insisted he be in the birthing room alone with his wife, and yet here he is standing alone in the middle of it looking like an idiot.

Yet while he’s thinking, it’s like some sort of driven force when he suddenly realises he’s been holding your hand. Your skin feeling cold and damp from sweat, and Jace stays there the entire time holding onto your hand and staring at you face. He commits to memory the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, and the feeling of your heartbeat in his hand. He blocks out the sounds of chaos and panic, and chooses to focus on you.

Jacaerys slowly watches the colour bloom back into your face when the maesters finally manage to stem the flow of your blood and keep it inside you. Yet when he sees you open your eyes sluggish and exhausted, he cannot help but have his heart speed in happiness and joy. The smiles may have to come later though.

"My love, how do you feel?" Jace asks, still clutching your hand as he edges himself closer to you.

"Like l've given birth.." You simply say, even smiling as you slowly turn your head to look around the room. "Where is the babe?"

"She is with one of the ladies in the other room, if you wish me to fetch her I shall." He asks, watching as your eyes widen and your mouth fall open in what he can only say in a comedic fashion. Not that he'd dare mention that here though that is.

"We have a daughter…" You say, so silently that he barely even heard you. "Yes. Yes I want to see her!"

"I will go get the lady." Jace says, letting go of your hand for the first time in hours and admittedly as soon as he escapes your sights wipes the thick layer of sweat lingering on his hand on his shirt.

When he arrives back with his daughter in his arms though, he cannot help but smile as he watches your entire face light up at the sight of the babe with what could only be utter awe.

"We did that..." You say, reaching out and immediately rocking the small girl when she's in your arms. "We made her..."

“Yes…” Jace can’t help but agree with you, placing his hand on you as he sits beside you on the bed, watching you as you hold his and your child closely to your breasts. “We made her…”

[lady-ashfade]

A Letter

Yandere Dad!Daemon Targaryen (Yan!Mom Rhaenrya)

To my dearest,

This letter will not be my usual response, a lot has happened in the past few nights and I have yet had the time to inform you. It is my displeasure to say that your grandsire has passed and his wife, and his cunt of a son has usurped the throne from your mother’s grasp. That is not the only loss we have come to bare, Rhaenrya has lost the babe do to stress of the news. War is being planned and I have sent for you to come back to Dragonstone at once. We all miss you dearly and with such loss only you can fill our hearts again. Much is to be done and we have yet to decide our plans. Rhaenrya is missing her only daughter that we have forgotten why you left in the first place, truly bring us down. I hope that was never your intention, but I know you’d never leave your family alone intentionally. I love you my darling girl and we can not wait to have you back,

Your father, Daemon.

The letter shakes in your hand and you look out the window to see the small city streets being filled with your Daemons men coming to take you away. How stupid were you to think you could stay here forever, away from them. The word “Father.” Daemon had wrote gave you a sick feeling in your stomach and a horrible taste in your mouth. He, was not your father. Too much in that note reveals the truth about the darkness of your family you tried so hard to get away from.

Viserys was your father and not your grandsire as he put it, and hearing about his death made you distort. He was kind and caring, let you move away for a while to get the peace you searched for. But your mother had done the thing you begged her not to do from a young age and sat Aegon on the throne. Worse of all, war was breaking out between sides and you had no choice to follow daemon’s orders.

War had you placed you in the center.

[elissanatok]

-𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄

part 2

pairing: Aemond targaryen x velaryon! (strong!) reader

summary: Aemond has loved and secretly claimed you for himself since the day you were born. losing his eye changed him, but maybe it did not affect his feelings for you as much as he thought it had

warnings: english is not my first language, angst, fluff, shy reader, unclexniece, possesive aemond, everybody adores reader in this

let me know what you think!! reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback are highly appreciated <33

You didn't know what you had expected when you imagined looking into his face again. a smile maybe? A hint of the boy he used to be? Well - you surely did not get whatever it was you had expected. 

He looked at you with a piercing but very bored look, before he let his eye drift again to your little brother. You nervously looked from your little brother to your older one. Jacerys tried to send you a reassuring look, or maybe it was just one that screamed “I told you so”. 

Before leaving Dragonstone he and your mother told you not to expect any kindness from the rest of your family. You were disappointed that they seemed to be right and that the little hope Daemon gave you when he talked about your friendship as children flew away with the wind. 

You had missed him dearly. Your Aemond. But maybe this was not him. His hair had grown longer, although not as long as yours, and laid pin straight against his back. The black eyepatch he wore made him look almost forbidden. It made him look dangerous. But your Aemond was not a dangerous boy. But then again - this was not him. 

Your Aemond used to read in books, spend his days learning, dreaming and talking about Dragons. Teaching you about them. This Aemond looked like he was ready - had dreamed and talked about feeding you to them. 

The Queen's eyes held a little bit more warmth when she met your gaze. Sometimes she thought you looked more like her daughter than Rhaenryas but then again, your eyes held the same fire as your mothers.

The reason for your visit was a sad one, sure, who would be the heir of driftmark was important, not for you, but for your boys. You would be married off, no matter what Daemon claimed, if an alliance with House Winterfell was needed, Cregan would be the first to take your hand. You liked him. He was a kind man. A strong one too, but your relationship held no meaning, no feelings, no friendship. 

Standing with your shoulders straight and your chin held high, you listened to Vaemond.”Don´t you dare tell me, who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.”  You could see the rage forming in his eyes. “Allow it?”, your sick grandfather questioned. “Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.”

The first time you flinched, was when he raised his voice, pointing at Lucerys. “That- is no true Velaryon- and certainly no nephew of mine.”

Your mother tried calming the situation, after quickly looking at her only daughter. “Go to your chambers, you have said enough.” 

“Lucerys is my trueborn grandson.”

“You may run your house as you see fit. but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the doom.” 

You really wished for someone to hold your hand. Stand in front of you, protect you from the eyes in the room that bore into your golden skin, but there was just your family and you in your flame red dress. 

“And a thousand trigulatons besides.”. “And Gods be damned, I will not see it ended on the account of this -” 

You and your little brother were similar in some ways, in ways like anxious behavior. In ways like his hands trembling just as much as yours behind his back.  “Say it.”, whispered Daemon, making your knees feel weak for what was about to come. You were no fighter. No ruler. Just a woman. And a brutally soft one too. “Her children are Bastards!!”Vaemond yelled into the room, at the king, making you slightly flinch at the sudden loudness of his voice. 

“And she, and her daughter, are whores.”

Your eyes widened, while people let out gasps. Insulting your mother, married and with children was one thing, insulting you, a girl who had not even earned a kiss to her cheek yet, was something entirely else. You were not even promised yet. 

Unknown to you, Aemonds eye had locked onto your form the moment Vaemond stepped closer to you. His gasp was a short one, a quiet too, but he could not believe someone dared insulting you. Yes, you may have shared the features of your brothers, even though you were much more beautiful to him, but your eyes were the purest purple he had seen in his house. There was no way someone could doubt where you belonged. 

In his opinion, you would always belong right next to him. He wished he could have shielded you from harsh words and glances, but he could not forget who you stood next to, the boy who took his eye and the woman who wanted the throne. 

His fists clenched behind his back, he watched his father stand up, heavy breathing. “I- will have your tongue for that.”

You had heard Daemon lifting his sword, and you had seen it from the corner of your eye, but still you did not stop looking at anything but Haelenas dress. His blood flooded in front of your feet. “He can keep his tongue.” Daemon shot you a look. Looking for tears on your face as usual, but no, you seemed to be somewhere else. 

Aemond looked at his uncle with appreciation. He wished he would be bold enough, could show his care for you openly enough to chop a head off, but he couldn't have done it yet, not in front of everyone else at least.

Part 3

[whorefordaemon]

Requests open?

Hear me out babe.

Daemon making love with his daughter!reader and rhaenrya finding out about them and started to be more observant towards them and getting jealous because she can't have daemon 🫶

"All that I am, belongs to you.."

Warnings: nsfw, incest, creampie, infidelity, Daemon Targaryen.

words: 2k

Rhaenyra watched from her place at the table as her prince danced with his daughter.

She had no wish to judge, after all she looked more favorably upon her firstborn too.

And Daemon Targaryen's love for his eldest child could not be overstated. Everyone knew how much he loved the girl.

'My sweet Dragon' He called her.

He loved Baela and Rhaena too. And Aegon and Viserys were their little darlings.

But she was special. Quite obviously so.

She watched as Daemon pulled his daughter closer after a dip, his hands around her waist tightening and her eyes never leaving his. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders and squeezed as she let out a laugh at whatever he had whispered in her ear. A soft, sweet sound that had her husband smiling as well.

That was not how daughters act with their fathers.

As the song slowed into a softer tune, the kind of dance being performed also changed. The only people that remained in the center hall were courting pairs.

It should have been a sign. But she supposed Daemon and his daughter were too caught up in each other to notice.

Daemon did not ask Rhaenyra to dance even once, all his attention focused on his darling.

She laid her head on his chest as the dance continued, cheeks flushed red and a soft, contented smile on her face. It was as if nothing else existed in the world but them.

Rhaenyra gripped the table cloth, her nails denting her palm as she watched the two.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be! She was supposed to be the most important person in Daemon's life, her children should've been his first priority!

She watched, silently stewing in anger but unsure of what to do when suddenly, her half-brother Aemond stood up from the table, his fists clenched as he approached his wife.

He got right in between the father and daughter.

"Nuncle! May I have the chance to dance with my wife?" He asked, already pulling her away from Daemon.

Rhaenyra didn't miss the dark glower Daemon sent his nephew's way as he moved back to allow Aemond to take his daughter's hand.

His daughter didn't seem to enjoy dancing with her husband nearly as much as she did with her father it seemed. Because for the rest of the dance, she merely swayed to the tune and her smile was obviously forced.

Daemon wasn't doing any better as he sat at the table, next to her and yet it felt as though she was barely there.

He kept glancing at his daughter, whose own eyes often wandered back to her father even as she held her husband's hand.

This is simply not done!

Rhaenyra scowled. Yes, they were Targaryens and the rules and customs of common men didn't apply to them but, this was too much, even for Targaryens.

Fathers don't fuck their daughters! Even Valyrians refrained doing something so depraved.

She pulled at his sleeve, getting his attention, though it was half hearted at best. "Daemon, I'm not feeling very well, take me to our room." Emphasizing the need for him to be there with her.

Daemon sighed before nodding. He got up and went to his daughter. He pulled her from Aemond and whispered someone to her before kissing her forehead and coming to take her.

The sweet smile on the girl's face could easily be mistaken for familial love.

But Rhaenyra knew better.

As they walked, Daemon barely spoke to her, only holding her hand to help her balance. She noted how he didn't try to pull her any closer. There was an invisible space between them and it stung. Worse than she had expected.

He laid her on the bed, no kiss on the forehead as he helped her take her jewelry and the heavy dress off. He took care of her. But she felt no love for her from him.

"You won't stay?" She asked as he turned to leave.

He rolled his eyes, "I'll come back after checking up on the children." He didn't wait for her reply and left.

Rhaenyra bit her lip, reigning in the desire to throw something at him. She needed him more than the kids. Why couldn't he see that?!

Sleep evaded the Crown Princess as she waited for her husband to return. Tossing and turning in the cold bed.

Their children weren't toddlers! They had maids! Why was it taking him so long?!

She waited a little while longer before her anxiety got to her, getting up and going to look for her uncle.

She checked the boy's quarters first, Jace and Luke were asleep in their beds, Baela and Rhaena held onto each other in their shared bed and her little ones were asleep in their nursery. All safe and asleep, their maids present and shaking their heads when she enquired about Daemon's whereabouts.

Daemon wasn't with any of them. He hadn't even visited any of them.

Her thoughts returned to his eldest daughter. His Sweet Dragon.

She was married with a babe of her own. Surely she didn't need to be tucked in by her father?

Rhaenyra thought she should go back to bed but the thoughts didn't leave her and she found herself moving towards his eldest daughter's quarters.

Like the Queen and King and Aegon and Helaena, Aemond and her slept separately as well.

The long hallway was surprisingly unguarded and Rhaenyra held her breath as she went closer, just hoping the doors weren't locked.

She slowly pushed open a door, peering into the dimly lit room and as she took in the sights her hand immediately went to her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

'It wasn't fucking fair!'

Daemon was there, his attention solely focused on the body under him. His hands had a fierce grip on the girl's hips as he repeatedly pulled her to himself. His large hands encircled her tiny waist. He grunted after a particularly hard thrust, making the girl shriek as well.

She was nearly naked, her skirts raised around her waist and the top of her dress unlaced just enough that her large, perky breasts were able to peek through.

Her hands were tightly gripping the bedding as she bit her lip in a desperate bid to contain her moans.

"Kepa.." her soft whimpers were nearly drowned by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

Their movements were hurried and fast. Rough. Daemon's hands went from her hips to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her up and making her sit on his lap.

Bringing her closer to him.

The skirt hid the fact that his cock was currently nestled deep, really deep given their uncomfortable position, into his daughter's cunt.

She threw her head back, long silver locks splayed across her father's chest as she leaned back into him, a loud shriek escaping her despite how tightly she held her bottom lip between her teeth. Her chest rose rapidly as she breathed out harshly. Her breasts bounced out of her flimsy shift.

"My sweet....sweet girl. My dragon.." Daemon whispered to her in Valyrian. One of his hands went down, under her skirts which caused the girl to buck up into him rather violently, almost hitting him as she threw her head back and let out a loud moan.

"Ah!...fuck!" 

His other hand immediately went to clamp around her mouth. But he didn't stop his ministrations. The repeated thrusts of his hips only increased as did the movement of his hand under her skirt.

She was trying to scream over his hand now as her bucking and shaking only increased. The way she moved up as though the feeling was too much but then immediately moved down as if she already missed him.

Daemon leaned in to kiss her hair, a soft gesture that bothered Rhaenyra more than anything else they were doing.

"Come on, my sweet dragon...mine..." Daemon whispered in her ears, hands slowly leaving her mouth to harshly grope at her breasts.

She immediately let out a loud moan before again biting her bottom lip in a vain attempt at keeping quiet. One of her hands went to grab her father's arm, begging him to relax his harsh grip. Daemon didn't.

"Kepa, I can't...I can't be quiet.." She wimpered, tears welling up in her eyes, making Daemon chuckle and he kissed her shoulders.

"We have to. We don't want to wake up our little babe now, do we?" She took a deep breath and nodded at his words.

Did the mention of her babe, her husband's child bring no thought, no shame to her mind?

"Kepa, Kepa I want another.." she whimpered, tilting her head to look at him. Her eyes hazy as though she had been drunk. "I want another babe! One simply isn't enough! Please..uh, uh..Oh fuck!...AH-"

She closed her eyes and her hand went to her mouth as she tried, desperately, to stifle her loud moan as she shuddered violently, creaming his cock no doubt.

Daemon groaned, "So tight...so fucking tight and wet!" She moaned at his filthy words.

"All for you..only you Kepa!"

"You want another babe, don't you? A little pure sister for our pure Valyrian son?" Rhaenyra felt her heart stop at the words she was hearing.

Their son?!

"Yes! I want a little girl..Fuck! Ah...And then another boy! I want to give you ten sons!.. Then ten more!"  How shameless her words were.

How they pleased Daemon though as he groaned before pulling out of her and turning her to face him.

Her whimper and protests were muffled as their lips met. Her hands immediately going to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer in.

She pushed him backwards before moving to sit on his lap.

Daemon lined up his cock before pulling her down, closer to him, both moaning lowly as she took him inside her again.

"This is better isn't it, love? I can see your sweet face." Daemon whispered to her.

His daughter blushed red before nodding. Looking him in the eye, "So much like yours Kepa. I'm all yours." She told him, removing some of his hair from his face, tucking it behind his ears.

Daemon smirked before he thrust upwards, bringing out a loud moan that he silenced by joining their lips.

His hands again gripped her waist, taking advantage of her petite frame to roughly pull her down on him.

The obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh made their pathetic attempts at keeping quiet completely irrelevant.

She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of this tunic.

Daemon's eyes were on his hands on her hips, intently and roughly pulling her, his daughter, to him.

Again and again and again.

She threw her head back, face and body twisting up in pleasure as she whined and moaned like a wanton whore.

"Fuck!..yes, yes, yes...Kepa, give it to me. Please...please, I want another baby! Another pure Valyrian babe!"

Daemon chuckled, bringing her head closer to pull her into yet another kiss.

Their lips met and she let out a soft whimper when he bit her bottom lip.

"Yes..another. A sister for our son to fuck one day.." By the Gods, his words were so vulgar...

She giggled, bringing him closer and holding him to her chest. "Kiss me there.."

Daemon obeyed and soon, she was again whimpering as he began to suck and fondle her large breasts.

Rhaenyra watched the two of them. So intuned to each other's emotions.

How sweetly Daemon comforted and spoke soft praises whenever his daughter got overwhelmed.

How the girl held onto him, refusing to be parted from his embrace even as he flipped them over, his body covering hers almost entirely.

"Harder. Harder please Kepa..please.." she sobbed as her pleasure peaked yet again.

Daemon comforted her by peppering kisses all along her collarbone. His head buried in her neck as he no doubt whispered soft words of love to her.

His thrusts became sloppy as his grip on her tightened. "Fuck!"  He shouted as he came. Deep inside her.

"Yes...Give it to me please Kepa! I want another baby! So bad!"

Daemon grunted and leaned up to kiss her again. Both caressing each other as their lips met.

It broke Rhaenyra's heart to see the bliss and love in Daemon's gaze as he looked upon his daughter. And his lover.

She couldn't bring herself to speak another word. This was too much, she wanted to be gone from here. She couldn't take it.

This couldn't be true. Of all the people, Daemon couldn't have betrayed her like this. Not him! Anyone but him!

She still stood by the door. Long enough to listen to the final stab at her heart.

"I love you, Kepa. With all my heart.."

"I love you too, my blood and seed. Mine. All of you is mine..."

[sunnytarg]

Masterlist

Last updated: December 18, 2022

|| 🔥- Smut || 🛑 - Possibly Triggering || ☁️- Fluff || 💥 - Angst

Aegon Targaryen

Aegon & Rhaenrya’s Daughter 🔥 🛑 || Pt.2 💥 || Pt. 3 💥☁️

Shy/Naive Wife 🔥 || Pt. 2 🔥

Aegon helps his twin seduce Jace 🔥

Aegon w/ breeding kink 🔥

Aegon as a father ☁️

Aegon x Pregnant sister wife x Aemond 🔥

Cuddles After Sex 🔥 ☁️

Aegon claiming his sister 🔥🛑

Threesome W/ Aegon & Aemond 🔥

Aegon W/ a commoner 🔥 || Pt. 2 ☁️

Jace’s twin getting their brother and uncles into their bed 🔥

An old lover’s child bonds with a dragon

Yandere!Aegon In Love W/ His Sister 🛑🔥

Aemond Targaryen

The Song of Asteria 🔥 💥

Aemond + Virgin Sister 🔥

Aegon x Pregnant Sister Wife x Aemond 🔥

Cuddles After Sex 🔥 ☁️

Seeing a Childhood Friend Grown Up ☁️

Threesome W/ Aemond & Aegon 🔥

Taking his niece’s maidenhood in repayment for his eye 🔥🛑 || Pt. 2 💥 || Pt. 3 💥

Jace’s twin getting their brother and uncles into their bed 🔥

An old lover’s child bonds with a dragon

Yandere!Aemond in love W/ Sister 💥

Yandere!Aemond W/ wife who loves first child more 🛑

Yandere!Aemond W/ Stark that refuses to marry him 💥

Yandere!Aemond his child notices his toxic behavior 🔥 🛑

Yandere!Aemond reacts to his wife trying to commit suicide 🛑

Yandere!Aemond’s sister falls in love with a lowborn man 🛑🔥

Maegor Targaryen

Maegor W/ bubbly S/O ☁️

Maegor + niece on their wedding night 🔥

Cuddles After Sex 🔥 ☁️

Yandere!Maegor 🛑

Yandere!Maegor in love W/ Sister 🛑

Yandere!Maegor W/ Wife who loves first child more 🔥🛑

Yandere!Maegor W/ Stark that refuses to marry him 🛑

Yandere!Maegor as a Husband 🛑💥

Yandere!Maegor his child notices his toxic behavior 💥🛑

Yandere!Maegor reacts to his wife trying to kill herself 🛑

Yandere!Maegor’s sister falls in love with a lowborn man 🔥 🛑

Aegon Targaryen (The Conqueror)

Yandere!Aegon 💥🛑

Yandere!Aegon in love W/ Sister 🛑

Yandere!Aegon W/ wife who loves first child more 🛑

Yandere!Aegon W/ stark that refuses to marry him 🛑

Yandere!Aegon as a Husband 🛑

Yandere!Aegon his child notices his toxic behavior 🛑

Yandere!Aegon reacts to his wife trying to kill herself 💥🛑

Yandere!Aegon’s sister falls in love with a lowborn man 🛑

Jacaerys Velaryon

Cuddling After Sex 🔥☁️

Aegon’s twin gets Aegon’s help to seduce Jace 🔥💥

Jace W/ a Breeding Kink 🔥

Jace marries his aunt in a blacks win au 🔥

Jace’s twin getting him and their uncles into bed 🔥

An old lover’s child bonds with a dragon

Rhaenys Velaryon

Rhaenys W/ Mistress 🔥 || Pt. 2 🔥

Helaena Targaryen

Helaena + Her Brother's Threesome 🔥

Seeing a childhood friend all grown up ☁️

Criston Cole

Criston W/ Alicent’s younger sister ☁️

Daemon Targaryen

Daemon W/ dom!reader 🔥

An old lover’s child bonds with a dragon

Yandere!Daemon W/ wife who loves first child more 🛑

Yandere!Daemon W/ Stark that refuses to marry him 🔥🛑

Yandere!Daemon his child notices his toxic behavior 🛑

Yandere!Daemon reacts to his wife trying to kill herself 🛑

Yandere!Daemon’s sister falls in love with a lowborn man 🔥🛑

Corlys Velaryon

Cuddles After Sex 🔥☁️

Rhaenys x Corlys

Their sex life 🔥

Helaena x Aegon x Aemond

Helaena & Her Brothers 🔥

NSFW Visuals 🔥

Helaena W/ her handmaiden

Aegon II // Pt. 2 // Pt.3

Aemond // Pt. 2

Jace || Pt. 2

Thoughts

Aemond’s Twin

Jace’s Twin

Daemon’s Daughter

Maegor Thoughts

Aemond Thoughts

Aegon Thoughts

Most To Least Likely

To want to fuck on a dragon

Best strap game

[he-is-everything-11]

One thing I would like to Say..

Daemon isn't a jealous man at all.. I loved how they showed the difference between him & Criston who was clenching his jaws & being petty.

Daemon on the other hand looks at her with absolute adoration.. his eyes are so soft & he has a soft smile on his face . He isn't angry or upset. He wants her.. YES & Loves her even but he isn't jealous because He knows she wants him too..

He enjoys seeing her happy and dancing.He longs for her .. ITS YEARNING. I fell a bit more in love with him for this side of him.

[blackvoidspace]

Daemon came, made a scene, claimed "his" lands, flirted with Laena and Nyra and left like a true asshole... And I love him for it.

[missglaskin]

Yandere (HOTD) Targaryen/Velaryon/Hightower family (together) HCS 

Part 2 

Mainly Platonic but (Though there are talks of marriages to some characters) 

Note: Literally wrote all of this while half-asleep, sorry for the all the grammar mistakes, too lazy to read over

Rhaenyra would probably be the one to bring you into the family. The bond between you and her will be similar to that between her and Alicent, but rather than Alicent crossing the boundary between friend and almost sisterhood, Rhaenyra believes you are the sister she never had. Also, you were so much younger than Alicent. Given that Rhaenyra constantly talks about you, Aemma and Viserys would be interested in meeting you. Initially, the two would correct Rhaenyra, saying that you weren't her 'sister,' but eventually they stopped and encouraged her to treat you like one. 

As much as Aemma and Viserys grew to love you as their daughter. There is a sense of lucidity that you already have a family and that taking you away from them would be just as cruel. Rhaenyra wouldn't consider this a problem and insists that you live with them from now on, even suggesting that you share a room with her. 

Daemon witnessing the whole ordeal would be angry and annoyed. Neither Targaryen nor Velaryon were you. What rights do you claim to be considered one of them? To be considered a blood of the dragon? He’ll voice his displeasure, which will cause Viserys to react with fury. Daemon may have even tried to get rid of you more than once, but somehow, someway, you were able to convince him otherwise. 

Daemon, now being into the picture and accepting you as a member of the family is both a blessing and curse to Viserys and Aemma. Even though they're sure he won't harm you and will be as protective of you as they are, if not more. In response to this, Daemon will demand to spend time with you, and due to his unpredictable nature, he may take you away, hence why Viserys has guards watch you at all times to ensure this won’t happen. 

Also Daemon’s idea of protecting you varys differently from Viserys and Aemma. Despite Aemma and Viserys' desire to protect you, they also wish to grant you freedom. In addition, they wouldn't mind you getting married as long as the person is trustworthy and you are with them. In contrast, Daemon desires to keep you locked and not be pursued by any potential suitors. He also suggests getting rid of your biological family. Interestingly, only Rhaenrya shares his views in some sense. 

The Velaryon family comes into the picture through Rhaenys, who initially approached you with curiosity, intrigued as to how you might have charmed her cousin. Over time, though, Rhaenys became so fond of you, taking every opportunity to spend some alone time with you. You are soon introduced to Laenor and Laena, who warmly welcome you. Though he was understandably wary of you at first, Corlys eventually came to appreciate you just as much as Rhaenys did.

With the Velaryon family, you are showered with gifts and adoration. You'll receive the most exquisite jewelry and silk from Corlys, and Rhaenys will dress you in it while complimenting how lovely it looks on you. Laena is the most physically affectionate member of her family, holding your hand while both of you walk through the garden. On the other hand, Laenor is the most needy; constantly showing off just so he can have your attention.

Aemma and Viserys surprisingly handle the news of the Velaryon coming into the mix quite well. They, along with Corlys and Rhaenys, agree on a schedule where both families get the chance to spend time with you. Though Rhaenrya and Daemon didn’t take to the arrangements well. The two are just as possessive; breaking rules so they can spend more time with you. 

Alicent was the one who first introduced you to the Hightowers, her family. Like Rhaenyra, she grew fond of you and soon began to think of you as her "sister." Otto, who had a strong dislike for you, tried to persuade the king that bringing you in would be a terrible idea. Furthermore, the notion that you were Viserys’ daughter was absurd. But like the others, he soon warmed up to you and began to play a fatherly role. 

Daemon caught us to this and if it wasn’t for Viserys’ intervention, he’d have done something rash. Only Corlys and Rhaenys took Daemon’s observation seriously. Given how ambitious the Hightowers were, one can only imagine what they might do to get you. They all agree to keep an extra eye on you (which they already do), but unfortunately, the Hightowers gain the advantage after Aemma’s death. 

Both; Viserys and Rhaenyra found comfort in you following the death of Aemma. Which made it hard for Daemon to take you with him after he was exiled, as you were rarely left alone. But he promised one day he’ll. And surely, after that, Viserys announced he’ll marry Alicent. A betrayal that caused Rhaenyra to cry into your arms that night and for Corlys to leave; a decision that pains him as it means leaving you as well. Like Daemon, he promises to also take you with him one day. 

After longing to be your sister, Alicent found it strange at first to be your "stepmother." However, she quickly adapted to it. Once even saying that you were her child and the king's, which incensed Rhaenyra. It became one of the factors contributing to the deterioration of their friendship. Also, this allows Otto to grow closer to you, to which he then introduces you to his brother, who eagerly welcomes you into their family. 

As they’re a Targaryen family, Alicent suggests that you marry one of her sons when they come of age. A suggestion that Viserys turn down, knowing the wrath Daemon and Rhaenyra might bring if he agrees to do so. Otto also suggests marrying a member of his family as well as Corlys, with his son being the ideal match. All of which Viserys turns down once more. Whatever decision he makes, it might lead to war.

[sapphire-writes]

Choice ~ Aemond x Targaryen!Reader

request: The reader is daughter of Daemon and Laena and when her grandmother Rhaenys interrupts Aegon's coronation and it seems like she wants to burn The Greens alive it's her who jumps in front of Meleys not Alicent, because she loves Aemond? And she obviously chooses The Greens over her own family? 😊🐲 ~ @eddiemadmunson note: I so enjoyed writing this, literally giggled & kicked my feet when I saw you requested, I love your work!! thank you so much for your kind words, I hope you enjoy friend 💚 warnings: spicy themes, nothing explicit word count 1.4k masterlist

The dragon must always have three heads. 

You supposed the gods must believe that as well, as the Stranger claimed your mother’s life and that of your youngest sibling. Baela, Rhaena, and yourself. Those would be the only children spawned from the union of Laena Velaryon and Daemon Targaryen. 

Your father Daemon had held you and your sisters as you wept into his chest, guttural sobs filling the early morning sky. You had just woken from sleep to the sound of silence. 

Vhagar lamented loudly on the journey to Driftmark. 

Your grandmother Rhaenys held you tightly to her side as you laid your mother to rest in the sea. 

“Let me stay with you,” you had begged, clinging to her skirts. She will take Baela but not me, where is the fairness in that? 

“Who shall keep your father company?” she had argued, stroking the tears from your cheeks. 

The dragon must always have three heads. 

That is what your stepmother said when she betrothed your elder sisters Baela and Rhaena to her sons Jacaerys and Lucerys. 

“And you shall marry Joffrey, when he comes of age,” Rhaenyra had told you, stroking the hair on your head, and smiling fondly.

You remembered looking at the small babe who had yet to toddle. You would be much older than him when you married, well past the years of your maidenhood. You could not help but feel bitter, as your elder sisters rejoiced in their matches to the handsome Velaryons. 

Your father wanted little to do with you or Rhaena, not out of anger but out of grief. He saw your mother’s face in yours with every breath you took, every word you spoke. 

You left for the Red Keep when you first bled. You remembered walking into Rhaenyra’s room with bloodied sheets and a trembling upper lip. 

“You are a woman now,” she had crooned, as tears filled your eyes, “you shall be brave, yes?”

Rhaenrya hoped your presence would placate Queen Alicent. Rhaena and you were very much alike, calm and collected, a juxtaposition to Alicent's sons. It was easy enough to live at court. You befriended your cousin Helaena rather easily, spending the majority of days in her company. 

You enjoyed Aegon’s presence as well, he was fond of card games and wine and easy to trick when he had a bit too much to drink. You’d swindled him out of several gold dragons. Aegon was good for a laugh and did not mind you trailing along when he visited the taverns of King’s Landing for dancing and spirits. Only when he visited the brothels of Silk Street did he demand you stay behind.

It was Aemond’s company that pleased you the most. You spent endless hours with him cooped up in the library, legs sprawled across his lap as you both read. You enjoyed watching him in the training yard as well, your cheers were always the loudest when he bested Ser Criston. 

It was hard to deny your attraction for the one-eyed prince, and his affections for you were apparent as well. He had heard you speak of missing Vhagar, and the days you joined your mother on dragonback. Ever since, Aemond would take you to the skies daily, reveling in laughter that spilled from your lips. 

The first time he ever kissed you was on dragonback. 

You knew you should not, that it was a disservice to your betrothed. But you could not stop the feelings in your heart, the blush that crept to your cheeks every time Aemond entered a room. How you shared this secret between you, telling no one not even Rhaena. Aemond would walk by you, letting his long fingers stretch to caress yours before continuing by.

The thrill was erotic and addicting. You gifted him your maidenhead; if he could not have your hand he would have that. You soon had him in every corner of the castle.

“I am yours,” you told him, threading your fingers through his silver hair, “and you are mine.”

Your appetite for him was insatiable, no matter how many times you had him it was never enough. You felt as though your very soul was desperate to tangle itself with his. 

Tensions rise when your family arrives from Dragonstone, as the succession of Driftmark is challenged. Dinner is a battlefield and you play peacekeeper between both sides of your family.

“Y/N, come,” your father Daemon calls, staring down Aemond as he does so. 

You hesitate a moment between the two Targaryen men. 

Helplessly, you move to that side of the room, hearing Aemond grunt before leaving. Your father loops an arm around your shoulders, pressing a sweet kiss into your hair. 

The following week is chaotic.

You awake to a locked door, and to the news, the King has passed. You wait in agony, clawing at the door, and attempting more than once to lower yourself from your balcony onto the cobblestone path below.

Aemond eventually comes for you, to escort you to the coronation.

“What of my grandmother?” you inquire.

“She is to remain here, for safeguarding,” he tells you and you stop in your tracks. 

“As a prisoner, you mean,” you accuse and Aemond takes your hands in his. 

“She is no prisoner, I assure you, my love,” he says, staring deeply into your eyes. 

The coronation is a somber affair, Aegon lowers his head as though the crown is an executioner’s block. You stand off to the side, keeping your eyes on your prince. You know this is wrong in your bones. Rhaenyra was the heir, and she is being betrayed. 

The dragonpit implodes, rocks and debris flying everywhere, dust appearing as though the smoke. The sound of panicked screams fills the air along with the call of a dragon. A call you have known all your life. 

Lifting your head, you watch as Meleys appears, red like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Your grandmother rests on her back, a look of calm fury on her face. She always had that look about her, like the sky before a storm. 

Meleys steps forward, crimson head rearing with vengeance. She opens her mouth, letting loose a terrifying wail. Aegon’s eyes are wide, tears beginning to stream down his face. Aemond has stepped in front of Helaena, in a protective stance. Alicent stands frozen, eyes wide with terror. 

No. 

No this cannot be happening. 

Meleys continues to creep forward and you watch your grandmother’s lip curl, as though readying to speak the word that will scorch the green side of the family tree. This has to be done. In order for Rhaenyra to come into power, her siblings cannot live. This has to be done.

You say this over and over to yourself, but it is as though your heart and body have stopped listening. 

This is a duty, this has to be done.

Your feet propel you forward. 

This is necessary for Rhaenyra’s reign. 

You step in front of Aegon. 

He cannot be allowed to live. 

Meleys face is inches from your own, she looks at you as though she recognizes you. Your grandmother’s expression is one of grief and rage. You hold your hands out to her, a prayer, a plea. Meleys screams, the smell of burnt flesh and dragonfire wafting over you. The sound of her wail pierces your heart, breaking it. You close your eyes prepared for the agonizing feeling of dragonflame.

It does not come. 

You open your eyes and stare back into your grandmother’s, watching as the tears stream down her cheeks. You could have joined her, ran forward, and climbed on Meleys back. But you stay put in front of Aegon. Blocking him, protecting them. 

Rhaenys’ expression says it all.

You have chosen your side. 

As she flees the dragonpit you feel the warmth of Aemond’s hand against your own. You lean back into him, and he stays standing. The steadying force that holds you to the earth. 

You watch the red wings disappear over the horizon, as though she is the sun bidding the world goodnight.

Aemond takes your hand, you feel his fingers interlace with yours. Aegon, who still stands behind your protective stance lowers his forehead to your back in relief. You can feel the weight of the conqueror's crown on your back. 

You turn your head towards Aemond, his violet eye is wide.

You have chosen your side.