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maidragoste · 2 months

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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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themotherofblood · 1 year

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Can I request a Daemyra X daughter reader. Readers really quiet and barely talks to anyone even her parents. So Daemon and Rhaenyra are suprised when she comes to them all hot and bothered babbling about sex and such. And she tells them she was reading in the library and found a book about masturbation or something and she tried to do it but it didn’t work.

Breastfeeding and of course mommy/daddy kink

heheh this one is so filthy, YALL did not hold back!! Just by description whoever is reading; you already know it’s taboo as fuck, I will post individual warnings under here. Istg if I get one single ask saying you are so disgusting. I going to wish you eternal diarrhea for life 🤍

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Dark!Daemyra Targaryen x Daughter!Reader

major tw: incest! infantilism, lactation kink/breastfeeding. major mdlg/ddlg vibes. lots of clit play (LIKE A LOT) squirting, kinda dubcon-ish, age gap and purity culture and aftercare because I’m not a monster

If this isn't your cup of tea, I have others, do not come at me :)

Rhaenyra had sat the court in her own chambers with her husband, Daemon looked behind her chair as they converted with their vassal lords at Dragonstone of politics and economical benefits and more mundane businesses of fixing toeholds and inkeeps. Their children undoubtedly had all been out dragon riding, all expect one. They were sure she was hidden somewhere deep in the libraries of Dragonstone.

You were one of true beauty, fathered by Daemon on some tavern wench; when he found out about your existence he had brought you back to Dragonstone as a babe after you had been legitimized by Viserys. A quiet mouse in the claws of dragons, a mere girl of eight and ten. You never said much or spoke over a whisper, an angel child with silver whisps of the Targaryen family. Rhaenyra had always been taken with you; her own children ran such a muck in her household that having one that sat still for hours at an end was a blessing by the gods.

“The Queen Alicent hopes to find a match for Lady Y/N,” The maester said hesitantly as he placed the parchment by Rhaenyra.

“Oh fuck that, she isn’t going anywhere.” Daemon barked.

Rhaenyra considered the possibility, you were old enough to be wed and yet she feared that your quiet demeanour would be squandered under the weight of a loveless marriage; Daemon was right, you could remain here where both Daemon and she could protect you. Such a sweet thing out in the world, it was cruel. The council dispersed as Rhaenyra lounged with a warm cloth on her swollen breasts, milk making them sore as baby Viserys had already been fed.

Then in walked Septa Marlow, her veiled face that remained pinched as always and her unkindly eyes looking furious as you- their sweet daughter followed behind with your eyes fixated on the ground.

“Your grace, your grace,” She offered her courtesies to both Rhaenyra and Daemon. It wasn't unusual for her to complain about the princess’s children. However your guilt-ridden face was a rare occurrence.

“What has happened?” Rhaenyra asked, looking to her teary eyed daughter.

“I had found the princess in the library reading- reading filth!” Septa Marlow hissed “Enganging in sin!”

“What sin?” Daemon perked up, rounding the table to lean against it

“Must- must I elaborate my prince?” Septa Marlow grew uncomfortable, fumbling to find words.

“You come in here, accusing my daughter of something. Speak it plainly then.” Daemon said, unimpressed at the the Septa’s chaste words

“She- she was coupling with herself.” Marlow looked as though she was ready to grace the gods. Rhaenyra’s eyes shot to you, tears of shame fell past your eyes as they remained fixated on the stone floor. You refused to look at your parents.

“Thank you for your report, leave us,” Rhaenyra commanded. The septa took her leave, closing the door behind her with a thud.

There was thick silence that followed, leaving the room in a delicate situation.

“Y/N, look at me.” Rhaenyra said, shuffling further into her seat. “What do you have to say for yourself.”

“I- I was looking for newer books,” You began stammering, your voice, as usual, was barely over a whisper “I couldn’t help it, I felt warm and the book said- I am sorry mother, I am sorry.” Your bottom lip wobbled as guilty tears coated your face.

Daemon’s eyes softened, looking at his little girl sobbing for apologies as if you had stolen candy, such a good girl and the poor thing had not a clue of why you felt what you felt. Daemon pointed to the vacant chair next to Rhaenyra for you to sit. You sniffled, still refusing to look at Daemon as you sat on the chair.

“You are growing sweet girl, it is only natural you feel such urges,” Rhaenyra cooed as she tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. Daemon knelt down to match your height, wiping at the tears coating your reddened cheeks

“No one shall punish my zaldrititos,” He said in attempt to stop your silent cries, you kept shuffling in your seat; yanking at your skirts and yet the fear- more so the discomfort from your face just wouldn’t fade “What is it, sweet girl?”

“I-it hurts,” You whispered as your eyes closed in shame again.

“What hurts?” Daemon asked once more, looking over your body to find any visible mark, if that hag of a Septa laid a punishment on you without him knowing; Caraxes was sure to have a fine meal for supper tonight.

“My- my...” You shuffled more, pulling at the skirts around your crotch, it was only then it dawned on Daemon before he looked back to his wife. His heart filled with fire for the girl’s frustrations.

“You didn't peak, did you zaldritos?” He said with adoration in his voice as he caressed your cheek. She looked up at him, teary-eyed and confused “That warmth in your belly like a sneeze stuck in your nose?” He watched as your eyes pondered his explanation before you shook her head.

Rhaenyra tutted behind him, “Oh, you poor thing.” She got up, offering his daughter her hand. You followed Rhaenyra as you were led into their bed chambers. She helped you onto their martial bed, your feet dangling of the edge as you fiddles with your fingers.

“Won’t you show us where it hurts?” Rhaenyra urged.

Daemon nearly felt his cock twitch in his breeches as his wife coaxed his daughter to rest against a mount of pillows. Daemon cleared his throat as he walked to the bed. His daughter’s eyes were nervously darting between him and Rhaenyra; your breath quickening as Rhaenyra pushed your pretty white sandals off.

“Good girl, just let mother take care of you,” Rhaenyra said in a sing song voice, she pushed your legs to the side; making you lift your hips to the bunch your skirts by your hip. Tears of embarrassment began to pour from your eyes yet again.

“Oh- that old hag didn’t even let you put your small clothes on,” Daemon shook his head, breath hitching as he looked right at the glistening mess in between your legs; he moved to kneel right by you as he urged Rhaenyra’s to console their daughter. “That does look painful.” He tutted.

Your pink bloom shielded by a dainty mound of white wisps, groomed to perfection to be a proper lady. He let a finger trail around your outer folds making you shudder. “Show kepa how you touched yourself.” He said stroking your inner thighs.

You nodded in disagreement, trying to hide your face at the crook of Rhaenyra’s neck as you sat flush between his wife’s legs.

“How are we to help you if you won’t show us sweet girl,” Rhaenyra kissed your temple as she guided your hands to your folds. “Be a good girl, show us.” Your dainty fingers began to hesitantly rub at her glistening petals.

You nearly wanted to be swallowed whole as you averted your gaze away from your kepa, small mewls and whimpers pouring from your lips that set both Rhaenyra and Daemon’s blood on fire. The frustration in their daughter's eyes grew further as your hips began to grind against your hand, a fruitless effort at best as your nimble fingers grew tired. He watched as her bottom lip wobbled again as angry tears began to flood at your eyes.

Daemon stopped your hand, his much larger one engulfing yours, fine little princess had not a clue about eliciting pleasures from one’s body.

“There is something wrong with me,” You whimpered to which Rhaenyra immediately differed.

“There is nothing wrong with our little girl, you just require a demonstration,” She cooed, reaching forward to wipe your tears. “Watch your father, he shall make it all better.”

Daemon made you stick two fingers out, your pointer and middle and gently placed them above where you had been caressing. You were confused until he pushed down on your fingers making you gasp, that’s where it was- the aching throb that bother you for hours as you read that God-forsaken book. Daemon smirked at your reaction as Rhaenyra placed more kisses at the side of your face

“Now gently begin again, darling.” Rhaenyra whispered in your ear.

“Yes, mommy,” You replied, much like as she taught you to write when you were little or took you dragon riding.

You began to rub the right circle above the please-inducing flesh, following the slow motions your father guided above your hands. Your toes curled, finding comfort in the gentle stroke on your arm and legs by three hands. You bit your lip hard to muffle the moans threatening to rip through.

“Ah uh- let us hear them little girl,” Daemon reached forward to pull your lip from you teeth. “That feels much better, does it not.”

You eagerly nodded “So good daddy.” You squirmed in your mother’s hold.

Both Rhaenhra and Daemon took much leisure in hearing you moan and whimper for them, a girl that barely speaks a word to them was wantonly moaning and replying to every word they uttered to you. A subtle panic ran through your body as you get that warmth build in you belly again, for whatever awaited you on the other end never seemed to come to you. Both Daemon and Rhaenyra felt your body seize.

“You must soften your body, just as you relieve yourself in the morrow.” She said, rubbing at your arms. You free hand parting away to take ahold of something, Daemon reached forward, entangling your finger in between his.

“Let go, zaldritos- be a good girl,” He cooed, some string in your mind snapped over your father’s command and you felt the tingles trapped in your swollen nerves spread through your body as you shrieked. Daemon hand held onto your tight as your body shuddered through it pleasures.

You could feel yourself look back to consciousness where everything didn't sound so muffled; you could feel your kèpa petting your hair and your muña peppering kisses down your neck. You blinked your eyes open, still breathing heavily, a lazy smile spreading over your lips her your cheek burned in humiliation over how you came undone for them.

“Must have felt so good,” Rhaenyra hummed as she lifted your fingers to her mouth and suckled on them before letting Daemon savour your taste.

“Mhmm, such a glorious delicacy,” Your father cooed at you.

You felt him shuffle lower, his breath hitting your sensitive mound as your eyes shot open. “So sensitive,” He used his thumb to gently circle your peaking bud from its hiding. He pushed your folds further exposing the reddened bud to the known world. “Such a tiny thing giving you all that pleasure,” He tapped at the exposed bundle of nerves making your jerk against Rhaenyra’s hold.

Daemon looked up, giving you a hardened gaze of a warning. Your father wasn't a strict man, and yet you always wanted to please him. You followed the rules, you finished your meals whole and went to bed at a proper hour; you under no circumstances wanted to anger him.

He let out a cool blow of air from his lips right onto your nerve, making you dig your hands into the sheets to not flick away from him. “It still looks frustrated, does it not Rhaenyra?”

“Yes, yes it does.” She agreed with her husband, letting her soft fingers pad at your nerves, you pathetically whimpered at how sensitive you were but did nothing to fight her advance. She began rubbing circles at your clit once more as Daemon rested on his knees, watching your untouched weeping hold clench and relax over the ecstasy you were in.

“Is your muña making you feel good?” Daemon asked, his fingertips still caressing your legs.

“kessa...Kessa!” You shrieked as Rhaenyra began to rub at your nerves faster, your legs tightened trying to fight the oncoming surge of sensations. The overwhelming sensations again began to water your eyes as you clothed onto Rhaenyra’s arm for dear life.

“Ah...there it is- such a good little girl,” Rhaenyra praised as your cunt spasmed, your legs shaking as your peak consumed your being yet again.

Daemon’s fingers yet again found your cunt, spreading your lips apart to admire your quivering little num, his fingers flicked at the flesh as you still recovered from the aftershocks of your second peak, you fought against them this time; your pussy was unable to take any more of this torment. Daemon pointed at you.

“Kepa deserves a turn, does he not?” He cooed, you still squirmed under his hold trying to wriggle yourself free “Whether you want it or not little girl.”

“One more riñītsos,” Rhaenyra kissed your cheek.

“Daddy- I will die,” You exaggerated, frightened tears spilling from your eyes as the tingles running through your nerves became far too over powering

“You won't die silly girl, kepa and muña will never let you die.” Daemon chuckled, Rhaenyra pushed forward to his down your abdomen as Daemon clutched a tight hold under your knees as he prepared to feast on his babyslut’s cunt. That quivering red little rosebud just begging to be in his mouth. He spat on your cunt before latching himself directly onto your bundle of nerves.

This time you screamed, the loudest anyone might have ever heard you in your lifetime. Rhaenyra consoled you, pampering your skin with her lips as she whispered words of encouragement in your ear. Just as a mother specified its child, Rhaenyra pushed the fingers she used in your cunt in your mouth; muffling your desperate cries as you suckled on them; tasting the sweetish sour slick on her fingers.

Daemon pushed your hood out even further flicking his tongue right under the hood, making you cry louder “Aw riñītsos, is that the very tingly part, is kepa licking your sensitive bit?” Rhaenyra shuffled the top of your gown down, letting your perky breasts spill free. She rolled your hardened pebbles in between her spare fingers. It was far too much, you were going due, you were sure of it. You tummy hurt from his hard you were clenching.

Daemon wanted nothing more than to feel his fingers in your untouched velvety core, yet he wanted your maidenhead unspoiled; something he planned on claiming him on a later occasion. Perhaps your forthcoming name day, he would pamper you old day just so he could watch your little body sob underneath him.

Daemon tapped at you clit “So tingly all over,” He piped, mocking your tears before rolling the nub in his fingers “We are making you feel so good, what do obedient ladies say sweet girl? What's the word?” He gently pinched at the red nerve. You were trying to muster the word at the tip of tongue yet couldn't over the incessant mocking.

“Aw, my love- her little nub is so red, our princess is so sensitive isn't she.” She pinched your nipples harder.

“What the word zaldritos?” Daemon laid a spank on your mound making you scream out the word over your mother’s fingers

“Thank you, thank you- krimvose,” You sobbed,

“Good girl,” Both Daemon and Rhaemhra praised in unison as kepa began rubbing at you clit harder before latching himself on one last time.

“So many tingles- I know, a few more,” Rhaenyra held on tighter to your thrashing “Oh dear- there- oh look at the mess riñītsos!”

Your peak gushed all over the bed, coating Daemon’s mouth as your eyes rolled back. Your chest rapidly rises and falls. You were dying, you were sure of it. Daemon and Rhaenyra at both smiled at each other triumphantly as their parental instincts took over.

Daemon lifted his tunic off his body, using it to wipe at your drenched thighs and mound and helping Rhaenyra off the bed and onto her cushioned arm chair before gently placing you onto her lap. He wrapped the two of your with a blanket before yanking the wet sheet of their bed and crumpling it to the floor.

Servants began to pour in to find a perfect picture of a family where a daughter took comfort in her mother’s arms before bed and the father readied himself for bed. He had them rekindle the fire for you, even with dragon’s blood running in your veins you were some how always cold. Only once the servants took their leave, Daemon kneeled at your level as both him and Rhaenyra fussed with your gown.

“You were so good for us riñītsos,” He cooed as he helped you stand, he yanked once more on your gown; letting it pool by your feet.

You rested your weight against him as Rhaenyra ran a warm watered cloth against your body, she reached in between you legs to clean and you whimpered

“I know, sweet girl. Almost done.” She coaxed.

“From now on, whenever you feel the tingles. You come straight to us zaldritsos.” Daemon said as he caressed your head against his shoulder, you lazily nodded “Words, my girl.”

“Come to you for tingles.” You mumbled.

Once all was said and done, Rhaenyra found a solution for her swollen breasts as you regressed further, she freed a breast from her sleep shift, opening her arms out in bed for you to lay in. You lazily latched at her nipple as spurts of sweet milk filled your mouth, you hummed; hungrily drinking from her as Daemon undid the bed curtains before joining his girls in bed. He picked out a book; one of your favourites for him to read out for you.

That night you dozed in between you parents arms, tummy full of milk as your mother cuddled your bare body from one end and your father from another.

It was an unsaid rule, parents never pick a favourite child and yet it would be written in history that their riñītsos was definitely the golden girl.

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vsenyatargaryen · 1 year

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Nerves of Fire

a|n; I love the idea so much!😂 hope you like this @witch-of-letters

Daemon Targaryen x Platonic Daughter!Reader , Rhaenyra Targaryen x Platonic Daughter!Reader

warnings: fluff

Translations; Kepa ~ Father || Muña ~ Mother

There had been very few times in his life where Daemon Targaryen could remember feeling nervous. He had always been so self assured, and though he understood the many dangers of the world, he always thought ahead - always felt prepared for whatever might come his way. That side of his nature had only grown after Rhaenyra gave birth to their first child. A beautiful daughter. You.

At the age of 8, you had found yourself your very own dragon. One that neither he nor Rhaenyra expected.

Your parents could scarcely believe it as you described first meeting your dragon, named ‘Cannibal’ by the small folk of Dragonstone, on the island where you lived. You told them the tale of how you bonded with him, managing to calm him as he stood guarding over the remains of various carcasses. He was terrifying and magnificent all at once. You’d never felt such an array of excitement and fear, but you knew, in your heart - he was meant to be by your side. He was meant to be claimed by you.

The first sighting your parents had of you flying on Cannibal’s back around Dragonstone felt like something from a dream. The dragon was so calm, so content in your presence. The opposite to the usual ravenous dragon who terrified the local people, animals and dragons.

Despite being one of the largest dragons, he navigated the sky with such ease, his wings gliding through the wind. You were so small and fragile in comparison, but it was like you were born to be carried by him.

“Kepa! Muña! Will you come and meet him now?” You rushed into your parents' chambers, paying little attention to the ladies in waiting styling your mothers hair for the upcoming tourney, or the septa calling your name as she tried to catch up with you after running off from your lessons. Spending the day with your dragon sounded much more interesting.

You were quick to be at your fathers side as the septa caught up with you, panting for breath.

“I apologise, your grace, my prince,” she looked between your parents, wide eyed. “l tried to get her to stay at her lesson.”

“I am not a dog,” you commented.

Rhaenyra and Daemon shared a glance, your father unable to hide his smirk at your reply. You seemed to resemble your parents more every day, a fact he found such pride in.

“Thank you, septa,” your mother replied with a polite smile. “She can spend the rest of the lesson with her father.”

The septa bowed her head and left, closing the door behind her.

You turned to your mother with a furrowed brow, “When will you meet Cannibal, Muña?”

Rhaenyra leaned forward, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll come and join you once I’m finished here, sweet girl,” she told you, and you grinned in response before taking your fathers hand in yours, unable to hide your excitement.

“Come along, Kepa,” you tugged at him, “before I send you to the septa.”

“She wouldn’t want to deal with me,” Daemon laughed, letting you lead him out of the chambers and through the corridors.

Despite the nerves gradually growing inside him at the thought of coming face to face with the infamous wild dragon who feasted on his own kind for the first time, he knew couldn’t let you down.

After all, he would do anything for you. Even stand in front of the Cannibal himself.

There were no men willing to stay alongside your dragon, not even while you visited him up in the hills. He didn’t like anyone near him. The dragon would only accept you.

The trek across the island to Cannibal’s lair wasn’t far and the dragon seemed to sense your presence before you even reached him. With a bellowing roar, he swooped in from the clouds and landed in front of you, his dark, narrowed eyes focusing on your father as he bristled.

“Lykirī, Cannibal! Bisa iksis ñuha kepa. Lykirī!” [Calm, Cannibal! This is my father. Calm! ] you shouted, hand raised out in front of his large head, his teeth bared.

The prince bowed his head and lowered himself to his knees out of respect, silently reminding himself to stay composed as he watched you reassure and coax the dragon to obey. ‘Lykirī, Daemon. Lykirī. Even though the blood of the dragon runs through your veins, you are really not to his taste.’

This was one time Daemon was definitely content to not be desirable.

The strong blow of air and stench of Cannibal’s breath slowly faded from Daemon’s presence as the dragon focused back on you, gently nuzzling against your outstretched hand.

Daemon looked up and slowly stood, amazed by the interaction between you and the dragon. The bond between dragon and rider was always something special, but no one ever imagined it would happen with the Cannibal. Daemon Targaryen never imagined his daughter would be the one to claim him.

“Sȳz, (good),” you praised, breaking into a giggle when the dragon dropped to the ground and rolled onto his side, playfully blowing a little air at you through his nose and knocking you backwards into the arms of your fathers, who couldn’t help but laugh along with you.

#dad Daemon #daemon Targaryen x daughter!reader #daemon targaryen x reader #hotd fanfic #happynerdwrites

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goldensunflowe-r · 2 years

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Dad Daemon Targaryen / Pregnant

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Part 2

#daemon targaryen smut #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x targaryen!reader #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x female reader #daemon targaryen x y/n #dad daemon targaryen #dad daemon #dad!daemon targaryen #dad daemon targaryen x mom reader #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader #matt smith

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yoyo-inspace · 2 years

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Well they’re just openly rubbing salt in my wounds at this point.

#hotd #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #DAD DAEMON #HOW DARE THEY #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon spoilers

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dahliarosebud · 1 year

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- Love Is A War Series ~ Aemond x Reader

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

• HOTD MASTER-LIST

• FANDOMS-MASTER-LIST

Warnings: fighting, bad family dynamics, mention of sh, mention of sh scars

Synopsis: It was the night of the dreaded meal, but as you were met with one of Aemond’s gifts your heart melted, however the world wishes for it to be turned to stone. You join the meal full of toasts and hurrahs as you all rejoice in putting aside your conflicts yet, Aemond’s heart still grasp onto the strings of revenge.

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I smiled as I ran out into the large courtyard looking back as Jacerys chased after you, smiling himself. You slowed as you heard the magnificent beasts lift their heads with a grumble. I stopped in front of Selene. Running your hand over her smooth pale scales. The almost-white glistened in the setting sun.

As beautiful as the day she hatched in my cradle when I were just a child. Bonded for life. Under the crescent moon of old Valyria. I looked back hearing Jacerys’s footsteps grow louder and softer. Eventually they came to stop at the right side of Vermax. Selene bowed her head as I carefully got onto the saddle. It never sat comfortably.

Always felt wrong to be separated from your dragon. To feel of foreign leather instead of the familiar glistening scales. I turned to the boy he smiled and ceased to pet Vermax getting onto the saddle that sat heavy on the green-Ish dragon’s back.

He frowned watching as your eyebrows creased. “What is wrong?” The question just expressed his perplexed expression further, making you chuckle.

“It doesn’t feel natural. To ride a dragon on a saddle it feels disconnecting as if we have a right to control them. To hinder their abilities.”

I jumped off unshackling the saddle, Selene staying so still I could mistake her for a statue. The thud of boots and worried steps trampled mind, yet you never paused your quick movements the saddle finally dropping from my dragon with a great this onto the hard stones ground.

I reached out fingertips grazing over the once, hidden scales. Jacerys grabbed my wrist spinning me to face him. I lent your neck back with uncertainty.

“What are you doing?” he questioned so much fear in his fear it almost scared me.

“Setting her free. I mean you can’t tell me that thing looks comfortable. You can never truly control a dragon. Now remove your hand from my wrist...please?” He squeezed a tiny bit harder before finally letting go.

I jumped atop the dragon, unbalanced. The dragon riding armour gripped yet slid over the scales. My body jolted as Selene rose to her full height. I rested your hands gently on the ribbed black horns that travelled from the large ones on her head down her neck shrinking in size.

“Are you coming or staying?” My heart sped up as I leant forward. Selene speeding up and lifting her head, I tipped back some. Fear in my eyes. She spread her wings. Dust blowing around us as we began to fly upwards. Selene’s rasped roar echoed the sky and King’s Landing.

I could hear Jacerys’s shout of my name drifting in the wind falling behind me. I kept sliding down your dragon’s back until she evened out. Her soft belly facing the ground dusted over with the cities clouded mist. Worries melting away as the sweat from my brow cooled. The flap of wings accompanied me.

Softer than Selene’s. Clearly Vermax. The smaller therefore, faster dragon. Eventually they levelled with the two of us. I tipped my head back letting out a bellowing fit of laughter. This is what freedom feels like. The worry melted from his face. Lines no longer ageing him. Giggles of his own met the winds harsh gust. It was truly thrilling.

Leaning forward once again. Softly telling Selene to go as fast as she can in the old tongue. I fell forward with a grunt. My head hitting the bottom of her neck. The horn cutting through the leather and through my flesh. I winced. Cringing at the way it dripped down my sleeve and past my palm.

My eyes watching the way it sticks to her scales. I guided Selene to the beach my body jolting as she landed. I slid from her back. Pain shorting through my arm. Jacerys landed next to me a few seconds after. Eyes catching the blood that trickled from the thin ‘protective’ material.

“Are you alright?” I watched as he dismounted his own dragon. Marching towards me. He softly grabbed my arm. My eyebrows creasing at the shot of pain.

“I’ll be fine. The leather is sticking to me.” Slowly I began to unlace the leather garment. Not missing the way heat rose to the young boy’s face as he quickly turned around.

The heavy material fell to the floor. A sigh falling from my lips. My under shirt now the only thing protecting me from the bitter cold other than my other undergarment. My father won’t be pleased he only got this made for me recently.

I looked up, Jacerys already facing me. “Come on Y/n let’s go home the sun has already almost gone,” he spoke softly already climbing onto Vermax. I walked towards Selene. Her eyes, sorry and pleading. I softly pat her neck as I gently smiled at her. She lowered her body and I climbed on. The leather still sat on the floor in front of us.

“Dracarys,” what a waste. I mean I really quite liked that leather. The clothing was engulfed in an orange flurry of flame. “Let’s go.” I whispered as the dragon-flame-orange illuminated us.

Flying back was better. More stable now than before. This is what dragon riding should be. Freedom and flying under the already emerging stars. We landed back onto the full courtyard. Only to see our parents stood with little to none amusement on their faces.

My father marched up to me as I dismounted Selene. Wishing her a sweet goodbye as she was whisked of to the dragon pits along with Vermax. My father stood in front of me. A glare on his face. Usual posture both hands resting on his sword - dark sister.

“What were you thinking. I come out here looking for you only to fucking find your saddle on the floor and Selene gone” - he paused taking a breath looking down at my arm - “why are you in your undershirt,” he inspected me with a careful eye, “is that blood?”

I picked at my fingers as he grew more furious. His face grew a tiny of thread. Turning to look Jacerys straight into his eyes. An accusing looks on his face. He took a step forward towards the boy. Moron raised his head at his father as if it was a pissing contest. Rhaenyra threw a stern look at my father.

Rolling my eyes. I grabbed my father’s arms. “I caught my arm on one of Selene’s horns. I’m sorry for making you worry father.”

He sighed. Still clearly unhappy about the predicament. “Come now. We are to have dinner with my father and the others.” She grew quiet with the last part.

“Your grandmother Rhaenys has bought a dress with you that is currently in your quarters. I thought maybe you could wear it tonight and your sisters Baela and Rhaena await you,” she smiled.

The walk down the hall was long and bore some. The full stone growing somehow bleaker as time passes. The guards pulled the doors to my chambers open.

I was met with warmth, but no comfort. The dress sat on the bed. It was like Rhaenyra’s dresses off the shoulder and beautiful. Red with embroidered gold a dark trimmed lace corset fashioned to the bodice. Yet, next to it sat a wooden box. Intricate detailing on the top. Swirls and patterns.

I flipped the latch and opened it. Inside was a ring. Small and delicate. Golden like my necklace the dark emerald sat heavy on the metal. My eyes caught the glinting inscription with in the band. ‘forever yours and forever mine.’ I smiled my eyes creasing with love filled knowing

I threaded the ring onto my finger admiring its glow in the fire’s light. I picked up the parchment that lied beside the dainty brown box. I opened the note cursive filled my eyes, familiar and intricate each detail, just like the broach.

‘I had this made for you when I heard of your departure this morning. Each day this ring will be a reminder of our love as our necklaces warm our yearning hearts as we await the next full moon.

Forever yours, the sun to your moon

- A’

I refolded the parchment before placing it back into the box, quickly stuffing it under my bed before my father or one of the maids could find it.

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Awkward silence enveloped the room as we awaited the king. The only noise was the clattering of silverware and the noisy fumbling of gossiping servants. I stared forward scared to look to my right , I could feel Aemond’s piercing eye burn into my head.

The silence finally broke with the screeching scrape of the chair legs against the expensive floor boards, mahogany melancholy. We all stood still in a bubble of silence just accompanied by the rasps of the king and the continuous flutter of the servant girls that continued to bustle around us.

I sat back down hastily, instinctively reaching for the necklace that bravely shone on top of the red dress, shining in the yellow shimmer of candle light. This time it was my father’ s eyes that stared at me, my heart raced and I quickly dropped the necklace opting to stare at the food laid out before us.

“How good it is... to see you all tonight... together.” Viserys squeezed out from his tired lungs.

“Prayer before we begin?” Alicent smiled softly at her husband.

“Yes.” he smiled back fatigued and mellow to the point of exhaustion.

As Alicent droned on I looked to the side through my clasped hands in fake prayer. I observed the way the candle flickered across his pale milky skin and the way his eye lashes fluttered as he tried to pay attention.

I turned back now looking to my right Luke’s eyes already looking a me, eyebrows creased in confusion. I rolled my eyes at him laughing at the way he muttered under his breath before facing back forward only this time we both were looking at Aemond, well more I was love sick gazing and Lucerys was fearfully observing.

“...and to Vaemond Velaryon may the gods give him rest,” Alicent finished as we all sat back up. I smirked at my father as he silently laughed at Alicent’s last sentence pride smeared across his face.

“This is an occasion of celebration it seems. My grandsons will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young princes... and their betrothed.”

“Hear, hear!” my father’s voice trailed his brothers as we all raised our glasses. My wine sloshed as I toasted towards my sisters a wise smile on my face. I know how their hearts must leap in their chests.

“Well done Jace you’ll finally get to lie with a woman,” Aegon whispered. Heleana ducked her head in shame as I looked past her staring at Aegon the vile creature. Baela’s face contorted into one of anger that bubbled under the skin as Jace slammed his cup down onto the table.

“Let us toast as well, Prince Lucerys the future Lord of the Tides.” Viserys smiled fondly at the young boy.

“Hear, hear!” I said. I will admit some pride swelled with in me, but I’m willing to blame it on the wine that is steadily being drained from my cup.

The slimy man once again leant over to whisper to Jace not so subtly, or quiet, “You do know how the act is done, I assume?” I rolled my eyes disgusted, it seems Aegon has not changed his ways. “At least in principle. Where to put your cock and all that.”

“Let it be cousin,” I bargained faking a sweet straining smile on my lips which curved with slight agitated malice.

“You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed.” Jace spoke with a calmness I didn’t believe was achievable with such a man. I swivelled back around in my seat making sure to keep an eye on them especially as my sister turns back around uncomfortable with the situation.

My heart softens at the way the Queen gently rubbed the King’s back worriedly as he leaned on his cane as he rose. My breath caught in my throat as my uncle peeled the mask away from his face. Fear coiling in my stomach as I watched his empty socket watch me from afar.

“My won face...is no longer a handsome one. If indeed it ever was, but tonight I wish you to see me not just as your king, but also your father. Your brother. Your husband...and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems...walk for not much longer among you. Not us no longer hold ill feelings in out hearts. The Crown can no longer stay strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the Crown then for the sake of this old man. Who loves you all dearly.” he sorrowfully spoke staring out at us all.

Rhaenyra stood from her chair cup in hand. “I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen. I love my father, but I must admit no one has stood beside his side so loyally, as his good wife has. She has tended to him with unfailing devotion, love, honour. And for that she has my gratitude and my apology.”

Alicent gazed up at her in this lost love, “Your words moves me deeply Princess, we both mothers, love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow. I raise my cup to you and to my house. You will make a fine Queen,” we all raised our glasses ceremoniously taking a sip or in Aegons case half a glass.

I nodded along with Helaena as she tells ,me of her children and life as a mother. I jumped as the table shook under my hands as Jace slammed his own down onto the wood. “Jace,” my sister soothed hand on arm brushing lightly over the fitted material.

I snarled under my breath taking a sip of my wine as I watched the beast retreat from its prey a sickening smile on his lips. My eyes flitted up as Aemond stood from his chair, sizing up Jacerys.

The room grew silent again until Jace raised his own cup, “To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth. And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To your families good health dear uncles,” he finished before sitting back down taking a large swig of wine.

He grasped mockingly onto Aegon’s stiff shoulder before giving it a light tap with his fist, “To you as well.” Aegon said defeated as humility rang in his tone. Aemond sat down a look of disappointment as if begging for a fight, a way to get even.

“I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you...except sometimes when he is drunk,” Helaena stretched out with a perky smile. My father’s laugh chuckle out across the room.

“Good,” the king smiled with pride as he looked over his reconciling family, “let us have some music.” I smiled fondly as Jace and Helaena danced with one another, my heart yearning for Aemond to hold me and dance. We all stood once again as the King was carried his wheezing gasps of pain stalking behind him.

It’s strange to grieve some one who is still with us, my ,mind wondered as we sat. Suddenly, the table slammed ferociously with Aemond’s anger. He stood from his chair quickly his glass clasped in his hand as he raised it to make a toast.

I stared at him worriedly, my eyes flicking between him and Lucerys. “I would like to make a toast. Final tribute. To the health of my nephews: Jace...Luke and Jofferey. Each of them handsome, wise...” the silence poured over us once again. “...strong.”

“Aemond,” his mother warned.

“Come let us drain our cups to these three...Strong boys.” I stared up at him in disbelief.

“I dare you to say that again.” Jace raised his head in pride ready to defend both himself and his brothers also his mother’s honour.

“Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong?” Aemond pushed further as both men walked towards each other in large strides. I sat cup at my lips as I gulped down my wine, chocking on the liquid as Jace threw a punch.

I jumped up from the table as Aegon slammed Luke down. Cup still in hand as I watched the chaos ensue. I squeezed my eyes shut in disappointment as Aemond pushed Jace to the ground both him and Luke being dragged away by guards.

I drank from my cup once more as my eyes scanned over the room. Jacerys and Lucerys struggled against the guards grip as Alicent scolded her son. “Mm, though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud as theirs.” I walked towards my lover as Jace escaped the guards grip, but my father intervened walking between the two boys.

“Go to your quarters. All of you go now.”Rahenyra commanded. I watched beside my father as they all left before my farther stared at me.

“You as well Y/n.” He spoke eyeing me as I stood still hesitant to leave. I chewed the inside of my cheek nervously as I stared at him back.

“Yes Y/n leave or are you going to go with Aemond?” Aegon spoke from behind us. All heads turned to him. My eyes widened with fear.

“What?” Rhaenyra and Alicent said in unified confusion. I gulped thickly at the lump that has lodged itself in my thropat no longer able to breathe as fear choked me close to death.

“Oh you didn’t know? Y/n and Aemond are in love,” he stopped spinning to look around the room happy with everyone’s bewildered faces. My father was seething his eyes wide with rage as they bore inot my own “I mean I didn’t know until I saw Aemond return late this morning a moon pendant around his neck, similar to the sun that rests on Y/n’s chest, Dorne’s finest I do believe.”

“Is this true? Aemond?” Alicent questioned quietly behind her son. I walked forward intertwining our hands. Aemond turned his head towards me a small smile on his face.

“We didn’t tell you because we knew you would never approve, we were scared,” I looked around the room at everyone until my eyes melt my father’s one’s now filled with betrayal, “we were scared of how you would react we knew you would separate us.” I rasped out in desperation. My chest fluttering with fear as Aemond squeezed my hand comfortingly.

“Get out...” my father whispered dangerously as he lowered his head in humiliation as he took slow steps towards me.

“Farther,” I whispered back pleadingly, begging for forgiveness and understanding, but it fell onto deaf ears. Familiar pain shot through my veins carried by the bleak ache of adrenaline as I dug my nails into the palm of my -free- hand.

“I forbid you from seeing each other as of tomorrow morning, enjoy your time together,” he managed to squeeze out not looking at either of us.

“Daemon,” Rhaenyra tried to reason pressing a hand to his back. Jumping away as his head snapped up.

“Now...get out. Leave!” he screamed at me. His heat radiated over me in a tidal wave of rage. I leaned back eyes welling up with tears as he nose was inched away from hitting my face. He pointed towards the door red face of anger.

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“I’m sorry my love,” Aemond whispered into my hair as his hand played with the (y/h/c) locks at the back of my head. I sighed through my nose. Tucking further into his chest trying to forget my problems.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to forget my father’s face, instead trying to focus on the dull ache in the bottom of my spine as I sank further into his mattress. I fiddled with the duvet cover skimming my fingers over the plush bedding mirroring the way Aemond’s hand skimmed over my waist to the top of my thigh in a slow and steady rhythm.

“I love you,” he said gingerly into my ear. I sat up onto my elbows, his hand leaving my hair to cup my face. I gave a small smile, closing my eyes as he leaned in. Our lips pressing together in a mourning kiss of sweet symphony and sickening sympathy.

Tears began to slip from the corner of my eyes; dripping onto his auburn sheets. He pulled away pressing our foreheads together, thumb wiping away my tears. “I am forever yours just as you are forever mine.” He softly grabbed my wrist pressing my scarred palm to his chest. The ticking of his thumping heart beat under my skin, I looked up into his eye with a grateful and gentle smile.

“I love you too,” I whispered back, his lips pressed to my forehead a smile pinched at either corner. Basking, revelling in the comfort of each other’s warmth.

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good-named-blog · 1 year

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Looking for recommendations of lucemond fics with protective dad deamon, anyone know some?

#lucerys valeryon #lucemond #house of the dragon #dad daemon #fanfic #fanfic request

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avengingangelfanfic · 1 year

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NEW CHAPTER ALERT!

New chapter of Second Sons is now live!

Second Sons - Chapter 44 - The Harvest

#hotd fanfic #targaryen's #dad daemon #aemond x original character

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therhaenys · 1 year

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Fanarts of dad-Daemon with Rhaena and Baela!!!!!!!

if someone ever sees it tag me 🥹🫶

#hotd #daemon targaryen #dad daemon #daddy daemon #rhaena targaryen #baela targaryen #house of the dragon #asoiaf #hotd fanart #please guys 🥺 make this

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hopemikaelsongf · 2 years

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laenor and rhaenyra: masters of being sooooo discreet at their own wedding party

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daemyrarule · 2 years

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When Rhaenyra heard of her son’s death she collapsed, until a raven arrived from her husband Daemon, “Our son would be avenged”

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aphroditelovesu · 4 months

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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.

#hotd #yandere hotd #yandere house of the dragon #asoiaf #house of the dragon #a song of ice and fire #yandere asoiaf #asoiaf x reader #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yan!mom Rhaenyra targaryen #yandere daemon targaryen #yan!dad daemon targaryen #headcanons #yandere headcanons #x reader #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #yandere daemyra #yan!parents daemyra

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 10 months

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Duties || D. Targaryen x oc (Dear Motherhood Series)

GIF by unknown (found on pinterest) DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: when Leyla is ill, Daemon steps up as a father and looks after the children himself.

a/n: please send in any requests you wanna see me write for this series <33

Dear Motherhood Series Masterlist

“I want you all tending to my Lady Wife,” Daemon says whilst taking the 4 month old Aegon into his arms from the handmaidens. “But my Prince, who will tend to your children?” She questions anxiously. Daemon looks over his shoulder to Leyla laying in bed peacefully asleep.

“Their father of course. I’ve taken care of Alyssa and Baelon myself plenty of times before with ease. My dear Leyla is who you should be worrying about,” Daemon says just as Alyssa and Baelon come running in.

“Forigve me, my Prince, but now you have Aegon under your wing aswell-“ “You dare question my ability to look after my children?” Daemon interrupted her as her eyes widened. “I-I n-no of course not-“ “Good. My children will be by my side today,” He says before turning around and not giving the handmaiden another look.

Daemon and the children move over to where Leyla laid. A handmaiden pressing a damp cloth onto her forehead. She had not been taking the pregnancy well at all. The maesters had said that it was due to her body still recovering from giving birth to Aegon.

“Will mumma be okay?” Alyssa asks quietly as she looks up to her father, “Your mother is a strong woman. Of course she will be okay, don’t worry” He ran his fingers through her daughter’s platinum white hair in comfort.

Baelon, their second youngest, reached over carefully to his mother’s hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. This caused Leyla to slowly turn her head and smile weakly. “My darlings,” She spoke in quiet tone. “Mumma!” Baelon gasps as he quickly gets into bed with her, followed by Alyssa.

“Children, be gentle please, your mother still needs her rest,” Daemon chuckles, rocking Aegon as he watches the sight infront of him. “Please feel better mumma” Baelon says in a muffled tone as be hugs Leyla’s chest, Alyssa placing a kiss on her mother’s cheek. Leyla let out a soft chuckle.

“What is going on here?” Maester Mellos says as he walks in on the scene. “We’re making mumma feel better!” Baelon says enthusiastically as Mellos raises an eyebrow and looks to the Prince who chuckles. “Alright, Alyssa and Baelon let’s leave your mother to rest. You will see her later,” He helps the two down from the bed.

When Daemon said his children would be by his side, he quite literally meant it. He brought along his three children everywhere he went.

“The tourney is held tomorrow for the Queen’s name day celebrations, is there any word yet from the Starks about their appearance?” Daemon asks, before Lord Lyonel could even speak up, they were interrupted by Prince Baelon. “Father I’m bored!” He huffs.

Daemon looks around the table, a few pieces of parchment laid there, “Pass me a quill” He says as the lords stare at him dumbfounded. After a few seconds of silence Daemon speaks up again, irritated this time. “I asked if I could be brought a quill please,” Lord Beesbury quickly passed the Prince a quill.

“Here you go, share with your sister,” He passes the pieces of parchment and quill to Baelon who smiles and runs away. “We needed those parchment papers, Daemon” Otto sternly says after watching the whole ordeal, “And your grandson wishes to be entertained. We can always ask for more,” He shrugs.

“Ah! I’ve been looking for you, and my darling nieces,” Alicent makes her way to Daemon stopped middway in the corridor with the children to visit Caraxes, a request from Alyssa and Baelon themselves. “Auntie!” Baelon and Alyssa jump and down and engulf Alicent in a tight hug as she giggled.

“Where are you all off to?” She says looking at the children, though she was mostly aiming it to Daemon. The older Hightower sister tickles Aegon’s stomach as he hides his head in Daemon’s neck, his small giggles making the two adults chuckle. “The children wish to see Caraxes today,” He answers her sister-in-law.

“Oh.” Her face slowly drops, contrast to her sister, Alicent disliked dragons. She thought of them dangerous to their family. “I can take Aegon if you wish-“ She says in an unbeat tone, her hands reaching the babe in Daemon’s hold. “No. That is quite alright, Alicent,” He slightly moves away from her as she was taken aback.

“Bye auntie Alicent!” Baelon and Alyssa say in-sync as the wave and run along with Daemon following behind. Alicent watches as the family leave the castle, she shook her head to herself and let out a small chuckle before turning to leave herself.

Caraxes was a complete softie for Daemon and Leyla’s children. At first, Leyla was skeptical about introducing her children to the dragon but trusted Daemon. Caraxes was after all, Daemon’s dragon, an extension of him.

When Leyla was first pregnant with Alyssa, Caraxes was always placing his snout on her middle section. He could sense whenever there was a child growing in Leyla. So when the Alyssa was born, they made sure to visit Caraxes and introduce him to the newest edition of the family.

It soon became tradition as they did the same with the next two. The children had dragons of their own, even Aegon, but nothing compared to their father’s infamous blood-wyrm. Alyssa and Baelon adored Caraxes strangely enough, always petting him and pulling at his feet while Caraxes laid back, often huffing in annoyance which was hilarious to watch.

“Hello Caraxes!” “Mumma is not feeling well so we came to visit you!” The two Targaryen children run up to Daemon’s dragon. The dragon keepers always watch in amazement as the two children manage to get closer to Caraxes than them.

The dragon keeper’s practically held their breath as Caraxes stretches his long neck over to where Daemon stood with Aegon. His snout moves to where the 4 month old was in Daemon’s arms. Little Aegon reached his hand out and the blood wyrm closed his eyes and allowed for the young boy to caress him.

Daemon watched with a smile. Seeing the children enjoy Caraxes’ presence and vice versa, never fails to make him happy. If Alicent was there, she would have already fainted seeing her precious nieces that close to the dragon.

The crowd of Lords and Ladies all murmur as they watch Alyssa, Baelon, and Daemon walk in, Aegon in his hold. They were running behind time for Alicent’s birthday celebration in the throne room; Alyssa was fussing about which dress she wanted to wear.

The sight of Daemon and his children never failed to make people talk. Maybe it was because of the fact that they would never have expected him to be a father to children, yet alone three—soon to be four. Alyssa and Baelon clung to their father’s side as they walked down the middle, all eyes on the family.

Alyssa and Baelon curtsy when they reach the table where Viserys and Alicent watch with smiles on their faces. “Happy Nameday, Auntie” Baelon says as Alyssa hands a present to Alicent.

Leyla walked around the castle in search of her Husband and children, she had felt much better and had energy to walk around. She had just missed her sister’s feast which finished 4 hours ago.

“Where could they be..” She says to Alyssane who accompanied her incase she felt ill again. She walks past her solar, the door slightly ajar making her stop in her tracks and look back. Quietly opening the door wider, her heart melted at the scene infront of her.

Daemon asleep on the daybed, Aegon asleep on his chest and Baelon and Alyssa snuggled to their father’s chest. “The prince had the children by his side all day today,” Alyssane whispered making Leyla look to her. She looked back at her Husband and children, she knew Daemon was an amazing father and she was glad she’s able to create a family for the two of them.

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